Let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Ben and I was twenty-one last June. I live in a quiet suburban street in the south of England. I have short brown hair, blue eyes and I am quite fair-skinned. Some people say I? m quite cute but I wouldn? t be model material if you ask me. I stand only five foot eight and am in reasonable enough shape. I don? t do sports but I swim a little and like going to the gym. I like doing leg curls and squats because I? m trying to develop a bubble-butt like the guy next door has.
Yes there? s a chap my age living next door! His name is Peter. Peter is the same age as me and we sort of grew up together as friends. We went to different schools so by and large we were only really acquaintances in later years but we still get on well. Peter is drop-dead gorgeous. He swims regularly and has the lithe form of a champion athlete. He? s not that good at swimming really. He? s not even on his club? s first team but he takes it seriously, he even shaves his legs for speed but I understand from mutual acquaintances that it doesn? t make much difference.
Peter is a real cute character. He has bangs of dark hair that fall over his forehead in a heavy fringe, sparkling blue eyes and a set of teeth that any of the Osmonds would kill for. The guy has only one drawback ? he? s straight as an arrow and I fancy the Speedos off him!
The story I am going to tell you began in the Summer of 1998 just after my eighteenth birthday in June. It was a warm day and I was watching Peter sunbathe in his back garden. He couldn? t see me because I was behind the thick net curtains in my bedroom. I had just finished my last examination at college and was tired but the vision in the next-door neighbour? s garden was too much to resist. Peter was lying on an inflatable mattress in the middle of his garden. He was lying on his tummy with his cute Speedo-covered butt facing skyward.
I sprung an instant boner at the sight. I dreamed I could crawl up behind him and lick, kiss, chew, munch in fact just worship his arse. But Peter wasn? t the type that would get off on that and I knew that my fantasy would never become reality. I opened my zip and released my dick ? thank God I have a trustworthy right to get me through situations like this. Believe me it was not the first time that Peter had inspired a good wank for me!
I don? t believe that I was gay growing up. Some people think you? re born that way but I don? t go along with that idea. Peter had a lot to do with making me this way and I think I should tell you a bit about why I think that.
When we were only eight years of age we used to play school in his garage during the school holidays. In those days Peter was a tiny bit taller than me and most of the time he would play the part of the teacher. The game was quite silly really! I would sit at a makeshift desk and he would ask me a difficult question like how deep is the Thames. Naturally I couldn? t answer this so he would take me by the ear and scold me for being a bad student. Then he would sit on a box, take down my shorts (I always wore soccer shorts in Summer) and slap my bare bum six times with his hand. It was silly, fun but very innocent, or so I think! Peter liked being the teacher all the time and I protested that I wanted a turn. I asked my question and he got the answer wrong but when I told him to drop his shorts he protested.
?That will take too long!? He was wearing khaki shorts with a button fly and a belt. So I insisted that he get eight slaps because his bum was protected. He agreed and I smacked him. It hurt my hand a bit but I? m sure it didn? t hurt his bum!
We played this little game almost every day for about four or five weeks. Most of the times I was the pupil and the game was okay. The second time he allowed me to be the teacher he was wearing trackkies. These would come down quickly but he protested again.
?You shouldn? t be allowed to smack me on the bare bum because I? m bigger and older than you!?
The incredible logic of eight-year-olds! He was about an inch taller and two weeks older than me, but I accepted the argument as fair and so we played the game for a few more weeks with him as the teacher and me as his pupil almost every day. Every afternoon we went to his garage and played this game five or six times. His parents and older brother, Jake, were al at work so nobody ever discovered us. On the days that I was the teacher Peter got bored after two spankings and called the game to a halt.
By late august I was getting tired of having my bare bottom smacked every day so I told him I was bored with this game and didn? t want to play it any more.
?I have a way of making it more interesting!? he said.
I wasn? t convinced but agreed to go to the garage.
?Let? s play daddy and son!? he suggested.
I looked at him blankly.
?Pretend I? m your dad and you do something naughty.?
?Like what?? I asked.
?Like pissing against the wall over there!?
Bemused I went and stood by the wall. I hissed to make the noise of somebody having a piss.
?Take your willy out!? he ordered, ?pretend to do it properly!?
I lowered my waistband and did as he said.
?What are you doing son?? he asked in a voice that was supposed to sound grown up, ?your mother and me didn? t rear our son to piss against walls in public! Come here!?
In a matter of seconds I was over his knee with my shorts pulled down below my bum. Then suddenly ? WHACK!
?OUCH!? I howled, ?What was that??
Peter smiled and showed me the table-tennis bat that he had just used.
?No!? I protested, ?That? s too sore!?
?Sissy!? he chided me.
?I? m not a sissy!? I snapped.
?Afraid of a little table tennis bat! Sissy! Sissy! Sissy!? he sang.
I was almost in tears. I hated when anybody jeered me so I said, ?I? m not a sissy!?
?The take your medicine!?
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
When Peter had spanked me twenty times with the bat he made me stand in the corner. He sat behind me and folded his arms admiring his handiwork. After twenty minutes he put me across his knee and gave me six more.
I didn? t like this game at all but for the next three days the taunting of ?sissy!? was enough to make me agree to play each day. After that I told him that it wasn? t a good game because it really hurt and I wanted to play teacher again. But Peter was bored with teacher and wouldn? t agree.
?I? ll only play if I can be the daddy every second day!? I insisted.
?You can? t be the daddy because I? m older!?
?Then I don? t want to play any more spanking games!?
?Fine! We won? t play them then!?
Years later, when I was a teenager, I very much regretted putting a stop to these games. When I realised that Peter was the fuel for so many fantasies I often thought back to those days in his garage and even still I get horny when I think of them. I would lie in bed at night and remember those innocent days with joy. What if I hadn? t stopped them then? Would Peter still be spanking me? Would he be doing more? I hated my innocence; it had stolen the fulfilment of my teenage fantasies!
When the spanking games stopped we played another game called GOTCHA! This game was simply chasing and when you caught the other you grabbed his dick and squeezed it a few times shouting ?Gotcha!? whenever I caught Peter I would give him a quick squeeze but when he caught me he would painfully pinch and squeeze my willy several times.
We stopped this game when we were eleven! Peter? s parents brought me on holiday with him and his brother Jake. We were in a really remote part of the west of Ireland. One day Peter and I went swimming in a quiet cove. We were horsing about in the water and he pulled my togs off. He ran from the water waving them over his head. I begged him to give them back but he ran up the cliff to where our clothes were teasing me. I knew he wouldn? t give them back so nervously I left the water, my hand covering my willy, and climbed up after him. Nobody but the sheep saw me!
?That wasn? t funny!? I protested when I arrived.
Peter just laughed. He was wearing a big bath towel around his waist. As I covered myself up he opened the towel and flashed at me. I was shocked ? his little dick was sticking straight out. I looked away.
Peter dropped his towel and started dancing naked on the Cliffside with his horn bobbing obscenely in front of me. I refused to look and closed my eyes.
?Do you want to suck it?? he asked.
I was revolted! ?NO!? I screamed.
?Fine! Then don? t!?
We dressed and went back to the guesthouse. On the way we talked as if nothing had ever happened.
That was the first time I had ever seen an erection and I haven? t seen many since. I was coming to terms with my emerging manhood but was very innocent. I didn? t even know where babies came from but I liked girls. In bed at night I would lie with my pillow in my arms imagining that it was Sarah Woods. Sarah was a girl in my class and I liked to imagine that we were married and in bed together. But every time I kissed the pillow my little mate would grow hard and I honestly thought that there was something wrong with me! I became very introverted about my body and thought Sarah wouldn? t like me because my dick got hard. That day with Peter on the beach in Ireland told me I wasn? t strange, Peter? s dick got hard as well!
When we returned to England Peter and I went to different schools. I got a place in the boys? grammar and he was in a mixed school. But the experience on the beach had got me interested in exploring my dick. At night I would caress it and when it was hard I would rub it ? like any other boy I had discovered masturbation!
As I explored I found it more fun to think about something else when I was doing it. Sarah was my favourite in the beginning but I soon got tired of her. It became more difficult to get excited and I thought I had wasted it; maybe it would never work again! I thought about this for many days and thought about Peter. The image from the beach was clearly imprinted on my mind. His dick was bigger than mine (or at least I thought it was) and he probably didn? t have this problem with his one. But as I thought about the image my lad came back to life and stood there, proud as a peac_o_c_k_ jutting straight up from my newly hairy nest, begging to be pulled. And I pulled!
Peter quickly replaced Sarah as the main actor in my wet dreams. I began to wish that I had sucked him and seen what that was like! Like the games in the garage I had let my fantasy slip away and I felt stupid for doing so. But I had my hand, my imagination and many good evenings thinking about what might have been with Peter!
From then until the end of school Peter was the main attraction of my life. He infatuated me just as Sarah? s cousin Clare who was in his class in school was infatuating him. As Peter developed his interest in his female classmates I knew he would never be mine. The boys in my class fuelled many fantasies but Peter was always guaranteed to get me hard like nobody else could. In my little dream world I was back in the garage playing daddy and son but by now the spanking was followed by me sucking him and him f_u_c_k_ing me. I wanted to be his boy, his slave ? in fact I just wanted him to own and control me but I knew this could never be! Every Saturday we went together to the local swimming pool and the sight of his naked butt and perfect smooth c_o_c_k_ would refresh my fantasies for another week but I could never admit it to him that he meant so much to me. I was doomed to live my greatest dream in my closet and would never ever consummate it!
So here I stand, nineteen years of age, a closet case drooling over the sight of my best mate? s arse and wanking although at the back of my mind that I am unlikely to ever see his bare flesh ever again. Since we started college he has been involved with a swim team and now we never go swimming together!
By now I am undoubtedly queer! I have no fantasies about girls and curse the opportunities I let slip away growing up with my wank-God. There he was, the man of my dreams, lying with his arse inviting me to drool all over his red swimsuit. I really admired the curves of his arse; I would do anything for him to sit on my face with his Speedos still on. My hand was pulling my dick almost out of its socket at the thought of wallowing in his cute, adorable arse. I was getting really close when he stood up, looked up at my window and smiled.
?S_h_i_t!? I muttered, ?he knows I? m up here watching him!?
My erection subsided. I had never told anybody that I was gay but there were times I said things in front of Peter that might make him suspect that I was. I was really scared that he would find out and afterwards he would hate me. Part of me wanted to tell him, but I was far too scared.
My mobile rang. I picked it up it was Peter? s home number.
?Hey Benny how was the exam??
?Oh hi Peter!? I replied stuffing my dick back inside my trousers, ?I was just thinking about you!?
?Really?? he asked, ?where are you??
?I? m just home this minute!? I lied.
?Hey drop by bud and we can take a few rays together and you can tell me about the exams!?
I don? t take the sun as I burn to easily but I wasn? t going to let the opportunity to sit beside him when he was dressed in a skimpy pair of Speedos slip by.
?Sure mate! I? ll be down to you in a minute!?
I changed into a t-shirt and football shorts. I adjusted my still somewhat swollen member and walked down the stairs. I would soon be lying beside my idol and that would fuel a good wank tonight!
Peter opened the door wearing nothing but a smile and those Speedos. I didn? t dare look down at his groin. I knew he had a sizeable package there and that there would be a little clump of his pubic hair sticking out above the drawstring.
?Hey Ben could you do me a big favour?? he asked as I walked past him and he closed the door behind me.
?Sure what is it?? I replied cheerily turning back to face him.
I nearly collapsed. He had pulled his swimsuit into the crack of his arse and his delicious melon-shaped globes were jutting back with the dark material disappearing into the crack. S_h_i_t! I knew I was getting hard already.
?Would you mind putting some sun cream on my back?? he asked.
Was it my birthday or something? I had the naught thought that I would love to spread some other type of cream on his back! Yes! I? d love to spread some of my own and then lick it all off!
?No problem mate!?
He handed me the bottle and I poured some on my hands and then rubbed them together. I stood behind him and rubbed the cream into the skin of his square shoulders. I was desperately close to throwing a boner so I knew I? d have to concentrate on something else.
?How? s Clare these days?? I asked sure that talking about girls would ease the growing pressure in my groin.
?Gone!? he replied simply.
?What do you mean gone?? I asked.
?We finished on Wednesday ? bitch asked too many questions!?
?You? ll be back together by next week I bet!?
?Naw! Here Ben do my lower back as well!?
I started to rub the oily cream into his lower back just at the point he indicated. I imagined that it was different oil that I could be rubbing onto a different part of him but I had to stop thinking like this.
?Naw Benny! I? m giving up on girls they cause too much trouble, cost too much and give you zero freedom!?
?What happened really?? I asked knowing that there was some problem there.
?I asked her for a blowjob and she went berserk with me!?
I laughed. ?I knew something must have happened!?
?I think I? ll become a queer!? he said, ?they never say no!?
I was shocked by this comment. I knew he was only joking but it would be all my dreams come true if he did consider it!
?You? ll make a bad queer you would!? I said, ?no bloke could ever fancy you!?
?Wrong!? he cried, ?our Jake sucked me off a couple of times!?
Now I was definitely shocked. Jake never really bothered to speak to me or even to his brother. He was seven years older than us and I knew nothing about him. Peter had never said anything about his brother being gay and I never asked anything about him. He lived away from home and he just didn? t feature in any of my thoughts.
Now the reason I didn? t think about Jake was simple. I didn? t fancy him at all! Peter was far better looking than his brother; in fact his brother wasn? t good-looking at all. Jake was quite tall, almost six foot, but he obviously drank and had a bit of a belly on him. His hair was beginning to thin on top and he had a lot of body hair. His arms were a mass of black hair and there was an obscene clump of hair always sticking out of the neck of his shirt. I always thought that he looked scruffy and even dirty. Simply put; he wasn? t my type!
?Your Jake is queer?? I asked.
By now I had oiled his back.
?Yep! Here get your shirt off and I? ll do you back before we go outside!?
?I? ll keep it on because I? ll burn if I sit out there!? I replied.
?This stuff is really good!? he said as he poured a dollop on his hand and reached up the back of my shirt and started spreading it on my upper back and shoulders.
As he massaged the lotion into my back I started to spread some of it on my chest and arms. Peter finished off and wiped his hands on a towel and released his swimsuit from his crack with a snap. I took some more of the cream and began to spread it on my legs. I was bent over and as he walked by me he landed a smack SPLAT! on my arse!
?F_u_c_k_ off you pervert!? I yelped standing suddenly upright.
He laughed and I followed him out into the garden watching his arse swing and sway as he swaggered out the door. I wondered was he wriggling it a bit because he knew I was into it (I wish!) and he was flirting with me. My cheek stung from the slap. It felt great. I remembered the days in the garage as children and thought ? ?tonight you? ll wank yourself to death Benny boy!?
?The lads on the swim team are coming over for a few beers tonight. Care to join us?? he asked as we lay down.
?Where are your folks??
?They? re away in Spain for a fortnight. Left this morning!?
?Free house??
?Yep! For two whole, glorious weeks!?
?I? d love to come!? What faggot is going to pass up on the chance of spending an evening partying with a bunch of hot young male swimmers?
We talked about the exams, football and Clare and all sorts of other stupid things that young men talk about. I was afraid of burning so I put my shirt on. Taking that as a cue Peter sat up and began to pull his own clothes on.
We spent the next two hours buying cans of beer and getting the house ready for his friends. There were five of them coming. I knew most of them in passing, they all had great bodies but I only fancied one of them. That was the chap called Damien. Richard, Dwayne, Kevin and Simon were cute, but I never let them star in any of my wank fantasies. Damien was different! Of all of Peter? s mates he was the number two for me. There were blokes in my class in school and a few at college that surpassed him, but I liked Damien and often included him in scenes with Peter.
When the lads arrived they were all wearing knee length shorts and t-shirts. It was a warm, balmy evening and heavier clothes would have been uncomfortable. Each of them carried a bag of cans and Kevin had a porno video with him. We started into the beers and drank quickly and noisily for about an hour. By then we had all drunk at least six beers and were started to get a bit rowdy. Peter stuck the video on and we sat down with our beers to watch it.
It would surprise anybody that I was feigning interest in the video. It was crap! I watched the reactions around the room and was somewhat relieved that the others weren? t that excited by it either.
?This is s_h_i_t!? Peter said walking over to the television to turn it off.
?Leave it on you faggot!? Damien howled.
?Kiss my f_u_c_k_ing arse!? Peter slurred dropping his shorts and mooning at his mates behind him.
All hell broke loose at that! Damien and Kevin hopped up from the sofa and tackled Peter onto the ground. They were trying to remove his shorts. I thought this was hilarious. Revenge at last for that day on the beach in Ireland. Peter struggled but the two boys overpowered him and laughed as they eventually managed to get his shorts off his legs completely. I was bursting with desire. Just then as Damien stood Dwayne and Simon joined in and debriefed him! Damien howled. He was drunk and almost fell over but he didn? t put up a very credible resistance. I sat on my chair laughing at the spectacle in front of me. I was laughing so much that I didn? t see the five of them approach and within a few seconds I was on the floor with my legs in the air and my shorts coming off.
I was embarrassed. I could throw a boner or they would know. But the party was only beginning.
?Let? s have a milk race!? Damien shouted.
?Jake? s rules!? Kevin added.
I? d never heard about milk races before and if you are of a gentle disposition (like I am) they are rather unsavoury but very strange! It was a bit like these stories you hear from blokes who were in the army; but to this day I do not understand how supposedly straight men could play games like these.
Under Jake? s rules the six of us had to put our shorts into a plastic bag. As host Peter put his hand into the bag first and pulled out a pair. They were Kevin? s. Kevin put his hand in to choose his opponent and he drew Simon. The rules were easy enough to understand. They faced each other and placed their left hands on their opposite? s shoulder and then they wrapped their opponent? s shorts around their c_o_c_k_s. They started to wank. Good God! I would have enough wank material from this to get to my retirement!
I was in a mix of being embarrassed and excited by this game. I couldn? t see either of their c_o_c_k_s but I could see the shape pistoning into the material of the shorts each of the lads was holding. The object seemed simple enough ? it was a race to see who would come first.
Simon began to laugh a minute or two later ? ?nearly there!? he panted. Kevin began to jack furiously; he clearly didn? t want to lose but he lost! Simon jerked his hips forward and I saw a wet spot grow in the middle of the shorts where his dick was throbbing. Kevin stopped immediately and bowed his head towards his opponent.
The boys cheered when Simon showed them the load he had left on Kevin? s shorts. I joined in. Simon cleaned his dick with Kevin? s shorts and then wiped them on Kevin? s hair. I stared wide-eyes in total disbelief. These guys were all straight but they allowed each other wipe their cum in their hair. It? s amazing how blokes can do things like this when they? re drinking. Of course the alcohol gives them the excuse the next day doesn? t it?
As loser Kevin chose the next pair of shorts from the bag. They were mine! Once I was chosen Simon put his own shorts back in for future selection. Nervously I faced him, my dick wouldn? t get fully hard but I wrapped it with his shorts and we began to wank. There was a cold wet spot on them where Simon had left his deposit. I? m not sure if this excited or revolted me but it didn? t make me hard! I pulled furiously at my semi-flaccid dick but I was no match for the rod of steel opposite me. Kevin won quite easily and, to the sound of the others cheering him on, I got his cum spread through my hair!
I was deeply embarrassed by this. The drink had made me dizzy and the humiliation was making me scared. My stomach was turning summersaults and I wanted to fart or s_h_i_t! I was scared! But I was scared that they might know that I thought this was great and they would expose me as a faggot to everybody else in the neighbourhood.
But I was a very lucky loser because I drew out Peter? s shorts for the next round. I was in a win-win situation. If I lost the race I got his cum in my hair, if I won he got mine but I got to wank into his s_e_x_y shorts.
But again my fear was so much that I couldn? t get hard and I was no match for Peter. He pulled his hand the whole way up and down his shaft pummelling his balls with each jerk. I always used my fingers to wank, Peter used his whole fist! I tried hard to win this time but I lost and soon found Peter standing ready to wipe his cum in my hair. But he didn? t do that!
I lowered my head to accept the prize of defeat but Peter stuck my cum soaked shorts over my face! I squealed but realised immediately that I would get this one chance only to taste his juice. This wasn? t going to be another regret for life like the days in the garage and the trip to the beach. I liked a glob of his spunk and took it into my mouth as my laughing buddy wiped the remained all over my face and head! That got me hard as steel!
I drew Richard as my next opponent and beat him. He drew Simon and won, then Simon drew Dwayne and lost. Simon next drew Richard again and won. Richard drew me, I drew Damien, Damien drew Peter and because of the drink I cannot remember who or what happened next.
What I do know is that the game was showing no sign of ending and my dick was sore from pulling off into the nylon. I asked Dwayne how the game ends.
?When we have a calf!? he replied as if I was supposed to understand.
?I don? t get it!? I said.
?When somebody runs dry he? s the calf and he has to take his milk through the mouth!?
Simon called Dwayne and beat him. The bouts were taking longer now, as we were all tired and quite drunk. Dwayne chose Peter and I watched that one with interest. Peter lost and chose Damien. I was thinking about the way the game was to end and thought it was going too far when I heard Damien call me. He had just lost a bout with Peter and I was next. I was determined not to lose this one and jacked hard. I pumped for dear life and shot. But I was dry!
The five swimmers whooped with joy and hopped on me. They wrestled me to the ground and pinned me down as they all started to wank over my face. Damien was sitting on my chest and the other knelt around my head. I couldn? t see Peter, I think he was holding my struggling legs in place.
One by one they dropped their loads on my face. My face was screwed up tightly and I refused to open my mouth. One of them grabbed my nose, my face went red and I parted my lips to breath. That was all they needed as one of them placed his knob against my clenched teeth and showered them with a little load. I tried to force it back out of my mouth but somebody held my lips closed.
?Swallow it calf!? one of them ordered.
I felt something sliding down the inside of my cheeks, I didn? t have to swallow, it was going down itself. It took about ten minutes of struggle before the first four loads were in. I was tired, angry and exhausted when Peter took Damien? s place on my chest and started jacking.
?Open wide calf!? he sang.
I shook my head.
?Open wide or I? ll put it in the other end!?
To me that sounded much more attractive but I couldn? t let him know that. I parted my mouth and he pulled it open. I was waiting for him to drop his load when he plunged his dick into my mouth and clenched his hips as he grunted and groaned.
?Yeah! F_u_c_k_ man! Take my load!?
But there wasn? t any load to take! Peter had wanked himself dry!
He dismounted and smiled at me. It was an evil grin. As calf I had to gather the shorts and throw them into the washing machine. Peter came with me to the kitchen to show me how to operate the machine.
?Why did you stick your dick in my mouth?? I asked in a slurred voice.
?Because I couldn? t let the lads know I was dry!? he replied.
?Why??
?Because if you can? t give the calf a drink you become a calf as well and have to swallow their loads!?
I was shocked that he had faked an orgasm only to make sure that he wouldn? t have to do what he had made me do.
?I? m going to tell them!? I threatened.
?No don? t please, I don? t like drinking spunk!?
?But it? s okay if I have to do it??
?Sure kid ? but then you? re gay aren? t you??
I froze and blushed. I was very drunk and I was about to cry.
?Relax Ben!? he said as he put a comforting arm around my shoulders and pulled me towards him, ?you? re still a mate and I don? t have a problem with you being queer!?
?I? m not queer!? I protested.
?We can? t be mates if you won? t tell me the truth!? he whispered.
I looked at him forlornly.
?The rest of the lads know as well!? he told me.
I was about to burst into tears.
?We? ll talk about it in the morning Ben!? he said giving me a half hug, he waved his bloated dick at me ? ?I have a great big microphone to interview you with!? he laughed.
I laughed a little but I wasn? t comfortable.
?You won? t tell the lads I was dry?? he asked.
I nodded.
?Thanks Benny! You? re a real mate! I owe you one!?
?One what?? I asked.
?One, you know what I mean one!?
?One blowjob?? I asked hopefully.
?Yeah!? he said (but I? m not sure if it was a yeah meaning yes or a yeah meaning no!)
When we returned to the room where the others were, Kevin was sprawled naked and snoring on the floor, Dwayne was curled up in his t-shirt on the sofa and Richard was watching the video with Simon lurched against him asleep on his shoulder.
?I suppose I should go home!? I said.
?Naw mate! You can crash in our Jake? s room! There? s no point leaving now!?
Peter walked me up the stairs to show me where Jake? s room was. I knew where it was because I had been in this house so many times. He opened the door and there was Damien sprawled naked across the bed. He looked a sight. His chest was rising in peaceful sleep and his dick, red with friction burns from the nylon, lay across his left thigh. I hadn? t even noticed him missing from the group.
?I should have told you that Damien? s a faggot too!? Peter said as he ushered me into the room, ?and he? s into you!? he added as he pulled the door closed behind me. I tried to leave with him, I was scared but Peter was insistent.
When the door closed with a click I looked in horror across at the sleeping swimmer. He was gorgeous okay but I hadn? t quite decided if I wanted to have s_e_x_ for the first time with him. My dream had always been for Peter and he was the one I wanted. Damien played a part in some three-ways I had imagined but I wasn? t sure if I wanted to be with him. Being gay doesn? t mean you have to sleep with every bloke that happens to be gay!
I heard him move on the bed and I panicked. I was really scared of this! Drowsily he raised his head and smiled, he patted the bed beside him and asked me if I would like to join him.
What is about people when they are afraid that they will walk towards the danger rather than walk away? I was like a little rabbit caught in headlights and I approached him silently with my knees beneath me ready to buckle. Have you ever felt like a three-yard walk is twenty miles long? That? s how I felt just then! Soon enough I was sitting on the edge of the bed in total fear. Damien reached forward and gently guided me backwards so that I was lying beside him on the bed. He turned onto his side and faced me I stared blankly at the ceiling.
?Want to do it?? he asked.
In all my fantasies there had been some erotic lead up to the act. This blunt question ? do you want to do it ? was hardly what I imagined would be the opening line of my first time! I looked across at him. My fear must have been written all over my face.
?First time??
I nodded.
?I? ll be gentle then!?
Damien obviously hadn? t considered ?no? as a possible answer. He began to caress my stomach, which I admit helped me to relax. He kissed my cheeks and then launched himself into a ravenous attack on my neck. I lay there moaning passively as he chewed my neck to pieces. Before I knew it he had mounted me in the missionary position and his big red dick was jabbing at my balls. It hurt!
It took him a long time before he gave up. He obviously wasn? t as experienced as he said he was and we failed to ?do it? as he so romantically put it! A combination of my fear, two sore dicks, a lot of alcohol and no experience meant he never managed to get inside me. It was a bit of a disappointment in hindsight but, there would be plenty of other opportunities in the future now that I had met somebody who wanted to ?do it? with me!
When I woke the next morning I was lying beside his sleeping form. I was still a virgin and I guessed so was he! He looked quite cute when he was a sleep. He was good looking bloke anyway. I didn? t know him very well but I was willing to find out more. He woke and asked me if we could try again but I said I didn? t want to do that yet. We exchanged blowjobs and then came down for breakfast. The others were still sprawled naked and asleep. They would never know what Damien and I had done! I put the shorts into the dryer and as I bent to turn it on Damien came up behind me and rubbed his dick along my crack. This guy was determined to f_u_c_k_ me! I knew there was no way of getting to talk with him until he satisfied this desire. So we went back upstairs.
As Jake was gay there was likely to be something in the room that might teach us how to do it right. There was a box of books in the bottom of the wardrobe. Some of them were college books but the ones lower down were more interesting. There were some books by a writer called Feldermaus or something German like that. I opened one and they were all about men in leather treating each other roughly. That wasn? t my scene so I kept looking. But the books were all the same type. Damien found an old leather jockstrap in another box. The pouch was studded with small silver spikes. He put it on. It was tight on him. Jeff is at least a 36? waist so this was somebody else? s! As Damien danced around the room in the jock I laughed. He looked good in it. I rummaged in the same box and found the table tennis bat from all those years ago. I instantly remembered it ? Peter had used this same bat on me when we were eight. Avidly I returned to my search and found a jockstrap with SPANK ME! written in red marker on it. I put it on but it was too large for me and wouldn? t stay on my hips. This one was Jake? s. There were some old burst tubes of nearly dried KY in the box I picked one up and showed it to Damien.
?I think I know what we were doing wrong!? I said showing him the tubes.
He looked at me puzzled and innocent. Yes we were innocent! It didn? t need too much imagination to match jokes in the school about Vaseline to the tubes in the box. Clearly there was some need for greasing the pole before sliding onto it!
The jock was sliding off my hips as we walked to the bed to try again. Damien reached behind me and tied a knot in the elastic waistband. It was too tight and the lower straps flopped where my arse didn? t reach them. I lay on my belly and he squeezed some KY onto his fingers and placed it on my hole. Then he lowered his own jock to his ankles and rubbed the remained of the tube along his throbbing shaft and home!
The knob slipped through my ring easily but painfully.
?Take it easy!? I panted.
He slowed down but it hurt a lot!
?Rock it back and forward a bit!? I suggested.
He did so and slowly but surely he managed to get most of his dick inside me. It took a while for me to get accustomed to it but soon it felt good down there and I told him to begin.
I would like to say that it was a wonderful experience but it didn? t last long enough to register a score! Damien thrust into me maybe six times and then he came!
?Sorry!? he whispered embarrassed by his prematurity.
?Leave it there!? I replied, ?we? ll go again in a few minutes but it was great!? I lied.
Then the ultimate s_e_x_ual insult followed. He fell asleep on my back!
Okay we hadn? t very much sleep the night before and even though I had let him take me for the first time and ?do it? I decided that Damien was not the man for me! Of course he had little chance of being satisfactory anyway. All ideas of who a man was were compared to what I thought Peter would be and in my head Peter was great at everything. Men who failed to be what I wanted Peter to be were second rate and Damien was no Peter!
It? s strange how many of us have first experiences like that. All my teenage years were taken up by ideas of hot passionate s_e_x_ and now, just as my last year with a teen in it was ending, I had done it and it was nothing like I had imagined it would be. Damien was snoring softly in my ear, more like a wheeze than a snore really. He muttered something and kissed the back of my neck. I liked that! Then I felt his dick stiffen a bit in my arse. My own responded in kind as I realised that I was looking forward to our second attempt.
?Damien!? I whispered loudly.
?Yeah what? s up!? he mumbled back still asleep.
?Give it to me baby!? I replied.
?Yeah!?
Slowly my half-sleeping swimmer started to pull in and out of me. This time felt good. No, that? s not fair. This time was great! He thrust in and sent me up to the headboard with the force of his body.
?Yeah Damien! That? s more like it!?
?I? m going to make you scream!? he threatened.
?Yeah lover, make me scream then!?
?I will!? he said and thrust his hips violently into me.
?Yes!?
?Take it Benny!? and another thrust elicited an affirmative whimper.
And so we continued. He thrusting and moaning and me replying with moaning and panting of yes! As each of his thrusts went deeper and each of his grunts got louder so did my response. Soon he was pounding my arse and I was roaring. This was more like what I thought it should be! Damien wasn? t as bad as I thought he was.
Suddenly he pulled out and fell off the bed. I looked behind me wondering what had happened to see Jake standing there, glaring angrily at me.
?Get off my bed you f_u_c_k_ing faggot!? he snapped.
I fumbled a bit but did as I was told. Jake seemed quite annoyed and I didn? t want to get Peter into any trouble with his folks. My dick was tenting the spank-me-jockstrap and Jake looked down at it and frowned.
?You? re wearing my clothes!? he snapped.
I tried to remove it but Damien had knotted it too tightly.
?Leave it on!? Jake ordered suddenly noticing the leather jock that Damien had around his ankles. ?You two have been going through my stuff! How f_u_c_k_ing dare you!?
?I? m sorry Jake!? I said.
?Shut the f_u_c_k_ up Ben ? what age are you anyway??
?Nineteen!? I replied.
?And you?? he asked Damien.
?Eighteen!?
Jeff breathed through his teeth ? ?Boys you two are in big trouble!?
?What do you mean Jake?? I asked nervously.
?Well,? he began, ?you? re not supposed to have s_e_x_ with another man until you? re twenty-one. That? s the law! Both of you have broken the law. On top of that you entered my room and went through my stuff without my consent. That? s invasion of privacy and breaking and entering. I? ll have to report you both!?
Visions of being brought to court for this flooded my mind. I have seen cases like this on television before and they talk about the accused in unpleasant terms. My family would never speak to me again. There are ways of coming out of the closet but a trip to the Old Bailey seemed a bit daunting for me.
?Please don? t Jake!? I begged, ?I? ll make it up to you!?
jake looked at Damien ? ?what about you?? he asked.
Damien blushed and looked down at his feet ? he was as scared as I was. ?whatever!? he muttered.
?I? m sorry boys but what you? ve done is wrong and you must be punished! I? ll have to call the police!?
?Couldn? t you punish us instead?? I asked, ?and not tell anybody??
Jake looked at me and flashed a wicked grin. I must have looked stupid standing there in an oversized jockstrap with the words SPANK ME written across the pouch in big red letters. What a sight it must have made! He folded his hairy arms and looked at us bemused by our nervousness.
?Okay!? he finally agreed, ?if you two want me to take care of your punishment I will but remember you asked for it! Do you want to go ahead with it??
Damien remained silent. Jake clearly terrified him.
?How do you intend to punish us?? I stammered.
Jake smiled, walked toward s me and cupped my balls in his hand. ?What dies this say?? he asked.
?It says spank me!? I replied knowing that he was declaring the punishment.
?Can you read it?? he asked Damien.
Damien nodded.
?Then read it out loud for me boy!?
?It says spank me!?
?Okay then boys, seeing as though you both asked so nicely I will! Go to the garage and I? ll be right down behind you for our first session in a minute!?
Peter turned his face in embarrassment as we walked through the kitchen towards the door into the garage. We were both wearing the jockstraps we had found the night before. I opened the garage door and breathed deeply as I walked in. eleven years on and the place still smelt the same as it did when I played school with Peter here as a boy. I wanted to tell Damien about what happened here all those years ago but it was Peter? s secret and mine and I didn? t know Damien well enough to trust him. That sounds strange doesn? t it? This bloke had just buggered me and I have just admitted that I didn? t know him all that well! I made a mental note that as a gay man is should get to know any future partners before sleeping with them. I smiled at Damien. He was rubbing his hands together and was getting quite jittery standing there.
?First time?? I asked.
He nodded.
?it? s not too bad ? it happened me before!?
?Really? When??
?A long time ago when I was a boy!?
?I have never been spanked in my life!? he whined, ?my parents didn? t believe in it!?
?Well there? s a lot of catching up to do then!? Jake? s voice thundered as he entered the garage holding the table-tennis bat.
This was too much of a deja-vu for me! For years I had wished that this scene in the garage would resurrect and here it was about to happen with the same paddle as before. Maybe it wasn? t the same paddle, but I think it was. It was a Dunlop with a red rubber matting on one side and blue on the other.
?Now!? he said to Damien, ?as you? re dressed in a master? s jockstrap you will have to discipline Benny here and I? ll discipline you!?
He started to rummage in some boxes and produced an identical paddle. If the first one wasn? t the one Peter had used then this one was definitely it. He handed the dusty implement to Damien who gingerly took it.
?You can dust it on his arse!? he said as he placed me in position. I was bent over with my hands on a box. Jake moved Damien beside my hip and told him to balance himself with his left hand on the mall of my back.
I heard a CRACK! Damien howled.
?That? s one for you and CRACK! One for Benny! Pass it on!?
Damien understood the instruction and landed a crack on my arse. I grunted. Thankfully Damien wasn? t as good at doing this as Jake was.
?No boy!? Jake snapped, he reached around Damien and landed a merciless slap on my arse. This one hurt and I howled. ?That? s the way to do it boy! Now try again!?
Damien raised his bat and landed it with a sharp crack on my butt ? I howled.
?That? s much better!? Jake muttered and returned to one for Damien and one for the boy.
I was thankful that I wasn? t Damien. For every two slaps that he got I only got one. But this was only the beginning. Jake would soon even the scores!
WHACK! WHACK! for Damien followed by a WHACK! for me! Jake? s anger seemed unending as he gave both of us an incredible hiding. Unlike those days years ago when Peter had spanked me in this same garage with the same implement this was an agony. As boys Peter and I had played spanking games here but this was no game. Peter? s ugly older brother (who had clearly initiated the games Peter played with me a long time ago) was pounding me through Damien. Whereas Peter and I had fun this wasn? t in the same league at all! Jake was hurting me but it was obvious to me that Peter hadn? t dreamed up the game when we were younger. No! It was clear that Jake had done the same to Peter and it was the younger brother who took the spanking. That is why I was the receiver and Peter never lowered his shorts! Jake was paddling Peter and Peter was paddling me because that was what was happening to him.
All the while my dick was responding favourably to this scene. When Jake was gone I would ask Damien to continue. For years I had fantasised about Peter whacking my butt but now Damien would soon replace Peter. When Jake was finished I would beg my new boyfriend to continue this because I was enjoying my punishment!
But Jake had little interest in finishing. Damien had received at least thirty blows and I about sixteen. I hadn? t been counting because it would have been too difficult because, unlike the games of years ago this f_u_c_k_ing well hurt!
WHACK, WHACK pause and WHACK!
The slow repetitive rhythm was only interrupted by Damien? s muffled squeaks and my groans.
Jake stopped. ?I need my brother for the second part!? he said and walked towards the garage door. ?Here!? he pulled a small tube of KY from his trouser pocket and threw it to Damien, ?you two faggots have ten minutes to finish what I caught you at upstairs!? He drew a condom from his shirt pocket and called Damien over. He handed him the rubber and told him; ?use this! It? s not safe to be messing about without one and, if it? s not full when I get back it? ll be fifty with the bat for you my man!?
As soon as Jake left Damien dropped the front of the black thong. His dick was limp as a wet biscuit.
?I don? t think I can get hard!? he whined.
I quickly dropped to my knees and took his dick into my mouth. There was still no response. I had an idea. I took the condom and slid it onto his dick and began to squeeze his knob to milk him. I knew I had to be fast.
It worked! It took about five minutes before some weak spurts filled the bulb at the end of the rubber. I then greased the latex and also the edge of my hole.
?See if you can get it inside me for a minute!? I said as I turned and presented my arse to him.
His fumbling was an agony against my spanked butt. He tried and tried but his dick kept bending and wouldn? t go in. He was still trying when Jake and Peter came in.
?So this is what happens when mom and dad are away is it?? Jake said to his brother.
Peter made no reply.
?Well Peter it? s not good enough! Our home is not some kind of brothel and you must be punished!?
Jake smiled over at Damien and me. ?Show me the condom!? he snapped.
Damien slipped the condom off and slowly walked over to show it to Peter? s brother. Jake smiled.
?You? re a good obedient boy so for your reward I think I? ll let one of you take Peter? s punishment. Now Peter!? he turned to his brother, ?which one will take your place??
Peter looked fearfully at Damien and me. It was a horrible choice to be forced to make! I could see he didn? t want to choose either of us but I knew that one of us would be getting it. Damien had already got worse than I had and was quaking as he stood almost crying and looking at Peter. I nodded to Peter. I knew Damien couldn? t take it and, although I didn? t want another hiding, I would do it.
?Benny!? Peter whispered to his brother.
?Sure??
Peter nodded.
?Good!? Jake smiled, ?then you give it to him!? and he handed his younger brother the table tennis bat.
Jake beckoned me over and ordered me to stand with my palms against the wall. Peter took his position behind me and landed a slap to my arse. The blow re-ignited the pain of the earlier spanking immediately and I gasped loudly. Peter landed the second and I croaked!
But Jake was not at all impressed by his brother? s efforts! He rudely shoved him aside grabbed that paddle and landed an unmerciful whack on my arse. I howled.
?That? s the way to do it!? he cried out and began a succession of whacks.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
?If you want a job done properly you have to do it yourself!?
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
I was howling by now as each of the blows came in rapid sequence. Every stoke hit the same spot just in the centre of my arse.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
?Almost there!? Jake sang.
I didn? t ever attempt to reply, I was howling too much!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
?Keep your voice down you little faggot!?
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK and finally WHACK! Fifty stokes completed!
My arse was red raw when he finished. I had fantasised about this but wasn? t so sure anymore. I limped back to where Damien was standing and Jake ordered us to get back to the house and get dressed. It was over!
Damien apologised to me when we got to the bedroom to dress. I told him it was okay.
?Can I call you tomorrow?? he asked.
?Sure! I? d like that!? I replied.
Jake came into the room and smiled at us. God he was a smug bastard! I decided there and then that I hated him!
?Well done boys!? he said, ?only one more thing to do now!?
I looked at him aghast. He smiled back. The f_u_c_k_er thought he was funny.
?My partner and I have a very untidy house and you two are coming over next Saturday afternoon to clean it. We could do with a good houseboy!?
?And if we come is that the end of it?? I asked.
Jake nodded.
Maybe a trip to the police station would have been easier than what was unfolding. But I decided I would go. Damien followed my lead and agreed as well.
?Okay boys! I? ll meet you here at ten on Saturday. Oh! And you? d best bring your overnight bags!?
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