Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2006 12:53:02 +1030 From: David Richards Subject: A WET AFFAIR It was dark and I was cold and drenched to the skin by the incessant rain. Worse, I could see no sign of a shelter and the long road seemed deserted -- little traffic and no busses. Head down, I trudged on in the direction of city centre feeling thoroughly miserable. A clock embodied in what looked like a box mounted on a steel pole showed the time was 7.30. I was so engrossed in wondering how long it would take me to get back to Waverley, the suburb in which I had a rented room, that I did not hear the car which slowed to walking pace and then stopped beside me. The driver leaned over and opened the passenger door. `Hop in,' he invited and I needed no second invitation. I got in with a squelch as I sat and closed the door `Thanks', I said, glad to be out of the rain. `Bloody filthy weather' I added with feeling. `You look really wet,' the driver said. `Soaked to the skin' I told him. `Better come back to my place and have a hot shower while your clothes dry.' I looked at him and saw that he was a youngish bloke, a bit older than me, probably twenty something. `If you could drop me off in the city where I can catch a bus...' I began. `I've got a flat in the next street,' he said and began to turn off the main road. `At least get dry, then if you like I'll drop you off at the bus station. It would have been surly to have refused his invitation and I told him `OK. Thanks' We drove to a block of flats, then down a ramp into an underground garage where the driver parked, got out of the car and introduced himself. `I'm Garaint,' he said and led me towards the lift to the flats above. `Unusual name,' I said. `Common enough in Wales. Not that I've been there for ten years,' he added with just the hint of a Welsh accent. `Most people call me Garry, he said and pressed the lift button for the 7th floor. The lift moved silently and swiftly upwards and its doors opened onto a black and white tiled corridor. Garry led the way to a door numbered 705, inserted a key in the lock, then suddenly stopped and instead pushed the bell button. I looked at him inquiringly and he explained. `My flat mate likes to relax without his clothes on, so if I ring the bell he knows its time to put something on.' The door opened and there stood a man, about the same age as Garry -- but bald. He wore a towel around his waist and from what I could see of his slim but nicely muscled body, he lacked hair anywhere else. Legs, arms and torso were hairless. He looked at me and grinned, then offered his hand which I shook. `Pete's the name,' he said. `You look drowned.' `I invited him back to dry his clothes and have a hot shower,' Garry explained, leading the way from the front door into a warm medium sized and snugly furnished living room, dominated by a large settee upholstered in white leather and facing a gas fire which burned imitation logs and above which hung a large flat TV screen. `Shower first,' Garry said leading the way, `then something hot to drink.' I followed him across the living room and through one of three facing doors into a large toilet-shower room. `Give me your clothes and I'll shove them in the drier.' Garry handed me a towel and waited while I self-consciously stripped -- though I did have a reasonably good body, I did feel slightly uneasy about stripping in front him. He took my clothes and after adjusting the hot and cold taps, I stepped into the spacious cubicle, took a quick shower and then dried myself before wrapping the towel around my waist and re-entering the living room. Pete was in the adjoining kitchen and called out inviting me to be seated while he finished making mugs of soup. I sat on the large settee on front of the fire. A few minutes later he pushed through the swinging kitchen door carrying a tray on which were three steaming mugs and I instantly saw that he had discarded his towel and strode into the room completely naked -- and completely at ease. He bent gracefully and placed the steaming mugs on low coffee tables at either end of the settee My eyes naturally to check-out his crotch which, like the rest of his body, was completely hairless. His balls hung low beneath his cock which was a limp 3 or 4 inches and swung freely as he moved. He sat down on the settee not in the least concerned by his nudity and handed me a mug of soup in which small toasted cubes of bread floated. `Get that down you and you'll feel better,' he said and he was right. The soup quickly spread warmth throughout my body and I began to feel relaxed. `Would you like me to get you a dry towel?' Pete asked. `Its just that a damp towel effects the leather -- it absorbs moisture and takes for ever to dry out. Before I could reply, he added, `But if you're easy with idea, just take it off and relax au naturale.' I stood and removed the towel, wondering where to put it when Garry emerged from the laundry room where he had put my clothes to dry . `I'll take that,' he said and turned to deposit the towel in a large laundry basket before returning to the living room and sitting down next to me on the settee. He too was naked though he showed not the slightest indication that this was anything but perfectly normal. Again my eyes automatically moved to his crotch which I noted was, like my own pubic area, covered in thick black hair from which his flaccid cut cock protruded above a smooth loose hairless scrotum holding his balls. `Why is it that when ever a guy sees another without clothes, the first thing he does is check out the others genitals?' he asked. `Happens without fail,' he added and I felt myself blush. `To compare his endowment with others,' I said feeling strangely relaxed in the company of two completely naked men -- a situation I had never experienced before and which twenty minutes ago, I would not have even imagined as remotely likely. Yet here I was, completely naked and with a naked man on either side of me feeling totally relaxed in their company and about looking at their genitals and they at my own cock which was no less impressive than what they had to offer. `Would you like to watch a video?' Peter asked. `Sure. What kind have you got?' `Let Garry choose. What do you think would stimulate him Garry?' `What do you think about blue movies?' Garry asked me. `Never seen any,' I told him truthfully, unsure of what they contained. `How about that one with cum shots' Peter suggested. `Think you would like that?' I shrugged not fully understanding what he was asking. `Put it on Garry. We can always tell if you like it, even if don't say anything,' he said to me grinning. Garry got up and sorted through a heap of DVD's, selecting one and putting it into the player. I reclined on the comfortable settee and raised my eyes to the TV screen which flickered with static then became crystal clear. Two young men appeared on the screen, one white the other black and both wearing skimpy swimming briefs. They clambered from a swimming pool and lay on their backs next to each other on a wide inflated mattress. The white man turned on to his side and said something to the other man but since the soundtrack was purely musical with a heavy beat, it was difficult to know what he said. He leaned over the prostrate black man and with his right hand tugged at the other mans swimming briefs, gradually pulling them down to his knees and revealing a hairless crotch and a large and growing penis. The black man placed a hand on the head of the white guy and pushed it towards his swelling cock. The white guys lips brushed the tip of the black cock, then moved back and licked the head. The black man urged him on and the white man responded by getting up and kneeling between the spread ebony thighs and reaching forward pulling the by now stiff erection to the vertical. The camera panned in for a close-up of the white mans head as the black penis slid between his parted lips and began to suck while moving slowly up and down the long shaft, taking in more and more of the erection with each move until the entire shaft had been taken in. Then the white man concentrated his sucking efforts on the head of the other mans cock. It was not possible to be sure exactly when the black man shot his load of spunk into the other mans mouth but it was clear that he had done so when white cum began to ooze from the sucking mouth and trickle down the long black shaft. The scene faded and without realising it, I moaned. `He definitely likes it,' Peter said to Garry. `Absolutely. No need to ask for confirmation is there?' Garry replied looking admiringly at my penis which now lay against my lower stomach, well on the way to becoming really hard. I noticed that Peter and Gary had not been effected to the same extent as me. The scene just played on the TV screen had given neither of them an erection though Garry's cock was definitely swollen and Peter's looked as though it would need little encouragement to harden. The next scene showed a number of naked men taking a shower and watched over by armed guards. One of the guards was speaking into a cell phone and when he had finished he pointed to two of the naked men. Guards grabbed them and quickly cuffed their hands behind their backs before marching them away and shoving them through a door into a room where they were made to stand facing each other with their legs spread, so that their shaved crotches were little more than a few inches apart. The camera panned in on their limp uncut cocks and the background music faded to be replaced by the sounds of the naked men, one of whom asked what was going on. His question was answered by the appearance of two large hairy hands of a third man. It was impossible to tell if they were those of one of the guards or someone else. The hands began to fondle the genitals of one of the men, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the cock head which was deftly squeezed by the exploring fingers. As soon as the cock showed signs of becoming growing in size, the hands moved to the genitals of the other man who noisily demanded to be left alone and struggled to move away from them but was apparently being held by the guards and could not move away. One of the hands grasped the mans balls and pulled them down until they were tightly outlined against the stretched scrotum. The other hand pulled back the foreskin and squeezed the cock head rhythmically but to no effect. The cock remained soft and the man continued to demand that he be left alone. The hand holding the ball sack then started shaking the limp cock up and down, again with little effect since the cock remained soft. Then the second hand began to massage the cock head again, squeezing around the flange and, despite the mans abating protestations, his cock began to grow in size. Soon both cocks were semi erect and the men were made to bend closer until their cock heads were touching. The hand then moved to hold both foreskin covered cock heads and began to move slowly back and forth, masturbating the two men. One of the men continued to protest but his protests were soon replaced by a moan of pleasure as the slow masturbation continued. The thighs of one of the men began to quiver slightly while the muscles of the other man became firmer as the tension caused by the masturbation increased. Their cocks were now fully erect but held firmly horizontal by the masturbating hand which continued its slow back and forth motion, covering in turn one mans cock head with the others foreskin, gradually bringing them closer to climax. Both men were soon gasping and grunting with pleasure, one of them urging the masturbator to go quicker. These urgings were ignored -- the hand covering their cocks did not vary its speed but continued its slow back and forth movement while holding each rigid cock firmly in place. The camera panned in closer on the hand as one of the men gave out a long cry of pleasure as he appeared to reach his climax. This was confirmed by the appearance of thick white cum which seeped between the fingers of the masturbating hand. The hand continued its relentless back and forth movement and within a few seconds the other man reached his climax. The tension in his muscles could be seen to grow and he too cried out with pleasure as he shot his load against the facing cock head. More thick white spunk oozed between the fingers of the hand which continued to move, unrelenting, back and forth over the now softening cocks of the men who had been jerked off to a pleasurable climax. The scene faded and Garry lent towards me until our shoulders were touching and told me the obvious. `Your leaking.' And of course I was. My cock felt as hard at it ever had been. Its seven inches stood firmly and fully erect and clear viscous pre-cum was seeping from its tip. `Yeah,' I agreed. `And if there's much more like that, I'll do more than leak!' `That would be interesting to see,' said Peter and squeezed my right nipple between his finger and thumb, sending a quiver down my spine and straight to my groin, causing my cock to jerk slightly and emit more pre-cum which hung in a long viscous thread from its tip, slowly moving lower until it reached my abdomen. `Looks as though you need to cum,' Peter said. `And I bet you've got a big load to shoot but lets do one more clip from the disk.' He pressed the start button and a new scene appeared on the TV screen. It showed a fit looking guy lying on his stomach on a broad massage table. He wore no clothing. His age was uncertain because the camera did not show his face but it did show from the tone and development of his muscles that he was quite a young guy. The male masseur who entered the room was also nude, very well built and probably thirty something. He picked up a bottle and squirted massaging oil down the youngsters spine, then clambered onto the massage table and, with a knee on either side of the prone body, he began to massage the young man. He started at the neck, progressed to the shoulders then each arm and continued down the back to the young mans buttocks, thighs and legs before vaulting gracefully to the floor and saying something to the prone figure. In response the young man turned over to lie on his back and, as he did so, the camera panned in to provide a close-up of his stomach crotch and thighs. His Torso and thighs were hairless but a triangle of golden pubic hair surrounded the area from which a semi erect cock flopped on the youngsters stomach. His balls were large and contained in a loose, hairless scrotum. The masseur ignored this aroused condition and clambered back on to the massage table, once again straddling the youth with a knee either side of his body. The camera followed his action as his short stubby fingers kneaded and probed at neck, shoulder and chest muscles, then moved down to the abdomen. The masseur then vaulted to the floor and the camera showed him applying his massage skills to each foot, gradually working up the leg to the knee and then, lifting the leg, along the thigh to the groin. Although he had avoided the pubic area itself, the touch of his hands had produced a stronger reaction in the young man as evidenced by the fact that he now had a more pronounced erection. Although not fully erect, the young mans cut penis was much firmer than it had been and a close-up showed that pre-cum had started to seep from the tip. The masseur applied lubricant to his hands and took up the youths balls, gently rolling them with his fingers, then tugging on them, making the penis shaft move up and down, increasing the strength of the erection until its stiffness prevented it from barely moving in response to the tug on his scrotum. Applying more lubricant to his hands the masseur then took hold of the erection, pulling it to the vertical and showing it in all its majestic size. The long thin shaft was surmounted by a disproportionately large head from which pre-cum continued to seep. With finger and thumb of one hand, the masseur encircled the youths scrotum and pulled the balls down until they were sharply defined against the shiny skin. Then with the finger and thumb of his other hand, the masseur encircled the shaft just below the cock head, then squeezed and moved his hand up until it came into contact with the flange at the base of the head, before slowly pulling down the shaft to its base then sliding back up again to repeat the process. The camera showed a close-up of this action then panned downwards, showing the partly raised spread thighs, tense legs muscles and then the feet -- their toes curling down as sexual tension was increased by what the masseur was doing. The camera moved back up to the young mans cock and balls on which the masseurs fingers continued to work on an erection which had begun to jerk and balls held tightly and pulled away from the young mans body. The camera moved upwards showing well defined abdominal muscles drawn tightly inwards, tension in the muscles of a heaving chest, then back down again for a close-up of moving fingers around the straining cock. The camera then moved back to show stomach, buttock and thigh muscles tightening as an unstoppable ejaculation approached. The climax came as the masseurs encircling hand once again reached the swollen flange at the base of the cock head. Stomach muscles heaved and a white ribbon of sticky white spunk shot from the tip of the cock held firmly vertical as it pulsed strongly, shooting a second even larger jet of cum and then a third smaller one. The scene faded out as the masseur lowered his parted lips over the convulsing cock. I gasped and strained at the effects of the stimulation which the video clip had produced in me and looked down to see Garry's hand firmly holding my quivering erection at its base. To my complete surprise, I found that I was holding Garry's erection in my left hand and Peters in my right without being able to recall how my hands had got there. I looked down at the tip of my cock pointing straight up at me and oozing a fleck of white spunk from the slit and I knew I had to cum. I needed to cum more than I had ever felt for a long time and I knew that if Garry's hand did a little pimping, I would shoot my load. Very slowly, the urge to cum abated but the tightness of Garry's grip remained unmoving and firm, even when Peter tried to rekindle the urge by bending his head to my chest and strongly sucking, then chewing my right, then my left nipple. The pleasure of his action slowly turned to pain as the unsated sexual tension lessened in my body and I gently pushed his head away. `I really need to cum,' I told him. `We know you do,' Garry said, `and we're going to help you shoot your spunk in a way which gives you pleasure.' Peter nodded agreement and said that he wanted to slowly suck me dry -- an idea I found appealing and indicated as much by an involuntary jerk of my erection. `Lets have a three way blow job,' Peter suggested. `Garry can suck me, you can suck Garry and I'll suck you and lets do it nice and slowly so that we get pleasure out of it.' `Sounds nice,' I said and eased myself from the couch to the thick carpet which covered the floor. Garry and Peter did the same and we arranged ourselves so that we lay on our side in a rough circle so that when our erections were pulled down our mouths could easily cover the heads and at least part of the shafts. Try and drink as much of spunk as you can,' Garry said. `Its so hard to get the stains out of the carpet.' I wasn't sure whether he was being serious or not but I had already made up my mind that when he shot his load into my mouth, I would drink it all. `Go easy,' I said to Peter as he pulled my iron-like erection down and licked its underside. `Relax and concentrate on the pleasure you're going to give Garry,' he told me. I tried hard to relax and ignore the warm tongue which swirled around the flange of my cock head and tried to forget that there was only way my erection would soften and that was by shooting my load. I took Garry's cock in my right hand and gently pulled it down towards my mouth, parted my lips and eased its head into my mouth, then closed my lips around the shaft where it joined the head. My tongue slowly and gently explored the underside of Garry's cock head, then I slowly drew back until only part of the head was held between my sucking lips and moved my tongue over the slit at its tip. I heard Garry moan softly as he pushed his cock further into my mouth and sensed that it would not be much longer before he was ready to cum. I sucked the entire head moving my tongue less frequently and more gently around the flange before taking the head deeper towards the back of my mouth and holding it there, moving it smoothly back and forth for a minute or so. I felt Garry's fingers grip the hair on my head and ease himself back until his cock was nearly out of my mouth. I redoubled my efforts to suck at the slit at its tip and again heard Garry groan with pleasure and then again push his cock deeper. I continued gently sucking and tonguing the head and upper part of the shaft but felt my actions becoming increasingly fervent as the sensations Peter was producing in my cock could no longer be ignored. To start with, his tongue had gently washed up and down and around the head of my cock, every now and then probing at its underside and the slit at its tip. This had been followed by swallowing my cock deep into his throat bringing a whole new sensation I had not felt before. But now he was sucking hard at my cock and squeezing my balls harder and harder with his hand. I reached down and pushed his head away. To my surprise, the pressure on my balls eased and he released my throbbing erection from his sucking mouth and let out a cry of pleasure. Clearly, Garry had sucked his cock to the point where Peter had climaxed and was shooting his load of spunk while my own cock jerked once or twice and waited for Peter to resume sucking -- but all he did was let out another moan of pleasure. I held Garry's throbbing cock in my hand and pleaded with anyone who would listen to suck me off because I needed to cum. Then once again, I put Garry's cock back in my mouth and resumed sucking at the head. As I did so, I felt Garry move around until he and I were in a 69 position and I felt his fingers on my stiff rod, then his lips were parting and the head of my cock was taken into his mouth -- a mouth now filled with Peters cum and my cock. I felt the white seminal fluid washed around the pulsing head of my cock by Garry's tongue for what seemed an age before he swallowed, taking my cock deeper into his mouth, sucking at it harder until it began to spasm and I knew that at last I was going to cum, but then he pulled back until only the head of my cock was between his sucking lips. I felt my spunk begin to churn somewhere near the base of my cock, then begin to move forcefully up the shaft before exploding from the slit at the top of my cock and squirt pulsatingly into Garry`s mouth. A few seconds later Garry climaxed and begun to cum, shooting a jet of creamy white spunk into my mouth. I swallowed it and as I did so, felt another jet of sticky warm fluid squirt against my tongue, then maybe another but I could not be sure for by this time the pleasures of my own release were overwhelming. I remember sucking as hard as I could and feeling Garry doing the same. I groaned and moaned with the pleasure of it all and felt his cock jerk free of my sucking lips. Instinctively I lowered my hand to Garry's head and gently pushed it away from my cock which was already beginning to loose its rigid stiffness. Garry moved until we were face to face then he kissed me and, as our lips parted, I felt the spunk he has sucked from my cock trickle into my mouth and his hands move over my body holding me close, as our naked bodies willingly pressed against each other. I lay back feeling completely spent and relaxed and looked up to see Peter sitting on the settee in front of us and grinning broadly. Garry clambered on the settee and gave Peter a long kiss on the mouth, then on his pecks and finally, inevitably, on the head of his cock. I lay where I was for several minutes, sated and watching them give pleasure to each other before getting to my feet and giving Peter a long and passionate kiss and jokingly telling him that his grasp on my balls had been so tight that it had squeezed the last drop of spunk from them. Garry went to the laundry, came back and handed me my dry clothes. They were nice and warm and I reluctantly got dressed. It was still raining outside so they offered to drive me back to my flat. I sat in the back with Peter and we affectionately fondled each other until we arrived at my flat. I got out and bending my head to the drivers window, gave Garry a long appreciative kiss. He told me we would meet again soon and drove off. We did indeed meet again that week, spending a pleasurable night together -- but that is another story. 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