Straight Men
Short Stories
James Orr
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Copyright 2011 by James Orr
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For Sam
Chapter 1
A quarter to six and Adam was again sitting in a doctor’s waiting room, this time waiting to see the consultant Dr Gordon. A large window looked out onto the quiet car park of the hospital building. It was already dark outside, the street lights glaring. He felt dark inside too.
Cold, despite still wearing his coat, he felt gloomy and frightened as he shivered in the chair, mostly from fear. The waiting room with its uncomfortable utilitarian furniture, similar to Dr Whitehead’s, his GP, did nothing to lift his state of darkness, and the inadequate lighting was too shadowy. An insignificant sound of music escaped from the headset plugged into his ears.
This truly had turned into the day from hell, Adam thought. Since leaving Dr Whitehead’s surgery this morning, having an argument with his girlfriend, and then coming to see the specialist this afternoon, his whole life seemed to have been upended, as if it had gone through a seismic shift.
And now his phone was ringing. He pulled it out of his coat pocket, yanked one of the earpieces away and looked at the display. It was Tracey.
“Hi,” he said, “Where are you?”
“Just on my way back home. Sorry about earlier. I was in a mood.”
“Never mind. I’ll call round at your Mum’s when I’ve finished here.”
“See you later then,” she said as she hung up.
Dr Gordon’s secretary appeared. A plump matronly woman in her late fifties, with her hair tied back in a ponytail, she had a distant smile on her heavily made up face.
“Doctor will see you now.”
He was ushered into a spacious room, fitted out with a desk, several chairs and a single high bed covered in a paper sheet.
“I’m going now Doctor, I’ll lock the door on the way out,” she said.
“Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Dr Gordon was a tall handsome man in his forties, with a large nose and a thatch of blonde hair, dressed in a pinstriped suit, with a crisp white shirt and a red tie. There was a slight aloofness about him, which made Adam think he could as easily passed for a barrister as a doctor. He greeted me, flashed a dazzling smile.
“Please Adam, sit down,” he said, opening a turquoise file, inside which Adam could see a letter from Dr Whitehead. He then sat down himself, reading it.
As he read, Adam’s eyes scanned the neat desk containing a large framed photograph of a perfect woman with two children. He assumed it was the doctor’s family. The woman was equally blonde as were the two boys.
Having finished reading, he leaned forward with the faintest of expression. “How are you feeling?”
Adam coughed before speaking, “Nervous.”
“Don’t be, I think we should examine you, find out what is going on.”
Adam stood up to remove his coat and laid it over the chair he had been sitting on.
The doctor told him to take off all his clothes except his underwear at the same time as he removed his jacket and tie. Adam wore his boxer shorts today because they covered more of his body. After he had taken his socks he sat on the examination table waiting for the doctor, who was still reading.
Doctor Gordon performed the normal set of examination procedures and then he asked Adam to stand up in front of him while he sat on a little stool. He spread his legs and pulled Adam a little closer to him and told Adam to lower his shorts. Adam knew he was going to do a hernia test and examine his genitals like he'd had done since he was a little boy but it still made him feel uncomfortable doing it in front of another man.
Adam lowered his shorts down to about mid-thigh. The doctor immediately reached up and touched my balls and felt them between his fingers. I guess he was feeling for lumps or something. He felt all around them for about two minutes which seemed like forever to me. Then he reached under my balls and pushed up into the groin and asked me to cough. Everything was fine I guess.
Then the doctor reached up and took my penis in his hand and lifted it up and looked at it. He moved my penis in his hand very gently kind of stretching it a little to look at the side of it. Then he reached up with his other hand and started to squeeze the head of my penis as if examining the piss hole or something. His other hand was now grasping my cock by the base and he was holding it in a tight grip while he examined the head forcing blood into the head of my dick and making it turn purple. I figured this was all a part of his professional examination.
The manipulation of my cock was having a strange effect on me and I actually started to like his touch on my dick. I knew I couldn't think like this or I would get a hard on right in this man's hands. But it was already too late and my cock started to engorge with blood while he was squeezing it.
I think the doctor felt it in his hands and he stopped examining the head with his one hand but kept his grip around the base of my cock with the other. I hadn't come in about five days so I knew once my cock started to grow there would be no stopping it. Man, this was going to be embarrassing! I had never gotten a hard on in front of another man in my entire life and here I was with a stranger getting an erection in his hands.
As my cock started to harden I thought I felt the doctors hand start to shake a little as if he was nervous or something.
"I'm sorry doctor, but your touching me there has kind of got the blood flowing a little if you know what I mean", I said. All I could do was pray for the earth to swallow me whole. I swallowed hard and turned beet red. Please don’t let him embarrass me any further, I thought to myself.
"I noticed", he said as he took his hand away from my now half hard cock. "Everything looks OK", the doctor said and I almost felt sorry that he took his hand away. Then he said to lie down on the bed and spread my legs. He took off my shorts and put them on the chair.
I knew what was coming now as I heard him slipping on a rubber glove.
"I'm just going to check your prostate, so just relax,” he said.
Yeah right I thought I'll relax while you stick your finger up my asshole and poke around in there. I breathed out and then I felt one of his hands on my bottom and then a finger started to lightly touch my arsehole. I took another deep breath expecting it to jab right in like other doctors had done before but it didn't. He lightly rubbed the outer part of my hole all around the rim with lubricant on the tip of his finger.
"This will relax your sphincter so it won't be so uncomfortable when I insert my finger into your rectum,” he told me.
I didn't say anything. Then I felt him take his hand off my bottom and lightly press out on my inner thigh and said, "Spread your legs a little further please."
I spread my legs wide now and I could feel my hole start to open up a little as he continued rubbing the rim with his finger. Then I felt another finger join the other in the rubbing so he was rubbing my whole arsehole area and it was getting very slick with the lubricant he was using on his fingers.
I looked down between my legs and I could see my cock starting to harden again and I was shocked.
I'm getting hard from this doctor giving me a rim job with his fingers. What am I some kind of gay or something? I couldn't believe it was happening. Then I felt the doctor start to push his finger into my hole very slowly and just the tip entered my hole. He stopped and just left his fingertip in my hole about an inch. I could feel my hole relax around his finger and he must have felt it too because he started to push in again until he had his finger inserted about three inches into my hole. He stopped again and held it there. I relaxed more and then I felt his finger start probing around my insides.
He touched my prostate and started rubbing it very gently as if examining it with his finger tip. At this point I looked down at my cock and it was rock hard. It was pointing straight at me and I could see a little clear drop of precum forming at the tip while the doctor was rubbing my prostate.
Again it was actually starting to feel good to me. Is this what gay guys feel like? Is this what they do to each other? These thoughts were running through my head as I felt the finger start to pull out of my hole very slowly.
When he had his finger out he asked me if I felt any discomfort and I kind of groaned, "No.”
He asked how long I gone without sex because my prostate seemed a bit enlarged. I told him it had been five days since my last orgasm and said it was because my girlfriend had her periods and she always went off sex.
Then he asked about the little fleshy growth on my arsehole rim which I'd had for about ten years. Other doctors had looked at it and said it was nothing to worry about.
The doctor said, “I'd like you to sit on the end of the bed and put your feet in some stirrups so I can have a better look at it."
“The other doctors said it was nothing to worry about,” I said nervously.
"I know and it probably is nothing to worry about but I'd like to have a look while you're here just to make sure."
I reluctantly and slowly agreed partly because I was waiting for my cock to go down before moving to the end of the bed. My cock was still hard when I lifted myself to the end and slid back until my feet could get into the stirrups which the doctor had spread out.
Now this was embarrassing. Here I was with my legs spread wide and my entire genital and arsehole area exposed to this doctor whom I had never met in my life. On top of that my cock was hard and dripping precum onto my thigh for him to see. I saw him glance at it briefly while he was putting my feet in the stirrups and I wondered what he thought.
He pulled up the stool right in front, so he was eye level with my arsehole and balls. He reached up and started rubbing my asshole again with two fingers which he had dipped into the lubricant again. Then he asked if I felt any pain in the parts of my hole during excretion. I told him I didn't feel any pain. I didn't tell him I certainly wasn't feeling pain right now because his fingers were really starting to turn me on again.
I looked down at my cock and it was rock hard and sticking up at a 45 degree angle from my belly. Precum was starting to drip out the end in a steady flow. I then saw the doctor looking at me between my legs and he was watching my cock too.
"Does this stimulate you?” he asked.
I told him, "It must because my cock is getting very hard. This has never happened before I swear."
"It’s okay," he said reassuringly.
"You must be pretty horny not having come in five days, a young man like you. I couldn't hold out that long I know that," the doctor said.
What is the doctor saying to me? Is he coming onto me? Then I felt his other hand start feeling my balls again pulling them down and stretching them.
"You have really nice balls you know. They must be really full of spunk."
I felt his fingers start to enter my hole again but this time they didn't wait, they just jabbed in. But they didn't hurt at all this time either. They went in easily due to the lube on his fingers and because my hole was so relaxed from his stimulation.
Now he started moving his fingers in and out of my hole and then I felt a third finger join the other two. I thought this was going to hurt but it didn't. I was just laying there letting all this happen because it was feeling so good. I didn't stop to think about what I was doing with this doctor.
Then I leaned up on my elbows and looked down to watch the doctor and he was very intense and his mouth had opened up a little as he was playing with my nuts and asshole. He had a very lustful look on his face. He looked up at me almost meekly like he knew he couldn't stop what he was doing because he was too horny himself.
"Does it feel good?"
I nodded to him. He had no idea how good it felt. I felt my hips start to move with each thrust of his fingers in my asshole and my cock was now flowing with precum. The doctor stood up and moved in closer between my spread legs so he could fuck my asshole with his fingers better. He added the fourth finger which I figured was coming at any time and I almost wanted it.
My hole was practically sucking his whole hand in. The doctor was drooling now while looking at my hard cock and I reached down and pushed it away from my body down towards my balls. It wouldn't go very far because it was too hard but it was standing straight up now and the precum started flowing down the sides. I couldn't help myself, I had to wank it.
I didn't care if I was in front of another guy at this point. Besides this other guy was fingerfucking me like crazy while he was pulling on my balls. He was completely lust crazed as he watched me start to stroke my big hard greasy cock, up and down in long slow strokes. The stirrups had my legs splayed wide open and it felt great. I could pump my cock into my hand by pushing up my hips and into the doctor’s fingers in my hole.
This was really getting very hot and horny. I could smell the sex from my crotch and the doctor was moaning while watching me wank my cock. He leaned over my cock while I was stroking it, looked into my eyes asking for permission to go further, I nodded and he stuck out the tip of his tongue and touched it to the head of my dripping cock and he licked off a big drop of precum.
His eyes had glazed over and he was acting like he was so horny that he was out of control. This really turned me on knowing my cock and balls and asshole were turning this handsome man on. I looked down at the doctor’s crotch and saw his hard cock in his pants and a big wet spot where his precum was leaking out wetting his pants. He sure had a big looking cock. I had never seen another guys hard cock before and certainly not on a guy who was fingerfucking me and licking my cock.
"Take your cock out,” I said.
I couldn't believe it was me saying it but I really wanted to see the hard cock.
He took his hand off my balls and reached down to undo his zipper and open his trousers. He pushed them down and stepped out of them leaving him standing with just his underwear on and his shirt. Then he pulled off his shirt and stood only in his knickers with the head of his now leaking cock sticking over the waist band.
It really looked hot. It was shiny, hard and purple just like mine and it was big and thick, too.
He started rubbing his cock through the fabric of his underwear as he finger fucked me and watched me masturbate while I was watching him. We were both really getting horny and I knew I was going to cum any minute if I kept this up.
"Take them off, I want to see your whole hard cock right now.”
I was going crazy with lust now. He pulled down his knickers and they fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. Now he was standing in front of me completely naked with his two fingers fucking in and out of my asshole. His cock looked a lot better now that it was completely free. It was big and leaking precum all down the sides as the doctor started stroking it up and down to the same rhythm as my stroking.
"Why don't you put that big hard cock in my arsehole? It looks like it will fit now that you've opened it up with your fingers.”
The doctor immediately pulled his fingers out of my arsehole, stretched over to take a condom out of a small plastic box and moved himself into position to fuck me with his big hard cock. He was shaking with lust. As soon as the condom was fitted, he came in between my legs and touched his cockhead to my hole and rubbed it around for a little while then started to push it in slowly.
Even though he had stretched my hole open with his fingers his cock was so thick that it didn't go in easily and started to stretch my hole even wider. It hurt at first but as he pushed it in further and further the pain started to go away.
His cock reached way up inside my hole and started to touch my prostate every time he thrust it into me. This was starting to drive me wild and the doctor was starting to moan really loud.
What if someone hears us and comes in the unlocked door I thought. I didn't worry for long because at this point I didn't care. I was way too hot and horny to care. I would probably have even liked it if someone came in right now and saw me getting fucked hard by the doctor’s big cock while I was jerking off my own big greasy cock.
This was hot, hard, man to man sex at its hottest and I was really getting into it. I had no idea how hot this kind of male sex could be. My balls started to pull up against my cock and I knew I was going to come soon. The doctor was really fucking me hard, now taking full length strokes into my hot arse. Our hips were in sync with each other.
"Give me that cock," I yelled at him. "Pump it in me harder. Harder. Faster." He reached up and pushed my hand away from my cock and grabbed it and started stroking my cock for me while he was fucking me. This was incredible. His hand felt fantastic on my cock and his hand was covered with my precum which was flowing all over his knuckles while he jacked me off.
He really started stroking me now and I figured he was going to come up my arsehole soon so I started rocking and pumping my hips onto his cock and hand and moaning with each stroke.
"Fuck that big hard cock into my hot hole. I love it."
I couldn't believe I was saying these things but I did love it. My cock was burning with lust and ready to burst with hot spunk.
"Come now, come with me."
"I'm going to come up your hot ass," he moaned and really started fucking me.
He slid his hand up my shaft and then reached up with his other hand and started stroking my long hard cock with both hands. This took me over the edge. He was fucking me hard and holding my dick like it was a handle to give him leverage while plowing into my arse. I could feel spunk start at the base of my cock and screamed, "I'm coming.”
He moaned out loud and bent over my cock as my spunk started squirting up into his mouth. I could feel him squirting into my arsehole filling me up with his hot sperm. We were pumping at each other for several minutes during our orgasm and finally it came to an end.
“Hi Tracey, I’m all done at the hospital, I’ll see you soon.”
I walked over to my car, feeling like I was in a John Wayne movie; I was convinced I was now bowlegged. My arse still throbbing from the pounding it had just received.
Chapter 2
By two, the office was all cleaned up and my graduate teaching assistant, Tom, was gone, leaving me spent of sexual tension, if only for an hour or two. I had quite an appetite for graduate students.
My wife rang at one to remind me we were going out for dinner that night with some friends. I wasn’t looking forward to it all, but told her I had remembered.
The two o’clock was going to be a chore, however. One of my students had turned in a paper early, which wasn’t like him, and when I started to check it over, I found that he’d badly plagiarized nearly everything in it. This had dismayed me, not only because Pete was one of the stars of the football team, which was set to play its biggest game of the year three weeks from now, just about the time this scandal would become public, but also because he was beautiful in a way that had made my cock ache to be inside him ever since he’d showed up to my class.
I had thought he was West Indian with his looks that were so ruggedly handsome and his skin that was chocolate laced with milk brown, but I soon came to learn from things he’d said in class that he was from a mixed-race family.
He always showed up to class, as athletes are prone to do, in sloppy gym clothes that left little doubt about his musculature and how well his package was filled out. And his bottom cheeks were bulbous. I could hardly keep my hands off him.
And now I was going to have to do something that might get him expelled and might annoy the powers that be.
He entered my office and both my heart and my cock took a leap. He was beautiful, as always, wearing those tight shorts and that school sweat shirt with the arms cut out to show off the mountainous curves of his biceps. He was carrying a folder under his arm. The veins of his biceps and arms bulged out, being pushed out to the surface by his heavily developed muscles. The arm and neck holes were cut down enough that a profusion of black, curly hair spilled out in profusion. His short, black, curly hair was glistening.
He sat down in the chair next to my desk, very close to me, putting his folder on my desk, and gave me a grin that was all white teeth. His eyes were hazel green. What a contrast in parentage.
Big, powerful knees were pointed at me, bisecting big muscled thighs and firm calves, all covered with a black, curly down. He was wearing open sandals, and he had big, long feet, with long sensuous toes, dark brown, with a tinge of pink under them. I wondered if what they said about big feet on a man was true.
But I got right to business, trying to ignore the yearning in my crotch. “I’ve read the paper you turned in, Pete.”
“And did you like it? I worked very hard to get it in early,” Pete said, giving me another of his big grins.
“I liked it when I first read what you had put in it, Pete. But that was when someone else had written it. Some of this is straight out of our textbook.”
The grin faded a bit.
“We have to practice hard, Professor. The big game is coming up. This is important for the university.”
“I’m quite aware of all of the ramifications of this, Pete. It would have been well if you had been. I understand what this could mean for the university, particularly financially, but you are here, first, to learn. And I am here to see that you learn properly. What are we going to do with you now, Pete?”
Pete gave me a perplexed look, but that slowly changed into a mischievous grin look.
“Well, I’m sure we could come to some arrangement, Professor,” he said in a low voice.
His big, beefy hands reached out and settled on the top of my tightly closed thighs. I’m sure he could feel my legs trembling through the thin material of my trousers. My legs felt like jelly, and I didn’t resist when the hands went between them and pulled them apart.
“I know your assistant, Tom, pretty well. In fact, you might say I know him biblically.”
One of his hands had moved up to cup my balls.
“Ummm,” he said, letting his breath out slowly and widening his grin. “And Tom didn’t lie about you. You do seem interested in accommodating me. That would be one word for it.” He laughed at that.
“Pete, this isn’t solving your problem,” I said weakly.
“OK, I’ll get right to the point of what we can do to serve each other. I’ll suck you, here and now, and you’ll give me a passing grade on that paper.”
I just stared at him, and then said, “I’m a married man.”
“Not good enough?” he said. “Well, how about if I let you fuck me too, and let me turn in another paper. Now, that’s a good compromise, isn’t it? I’d be fulfilling my course requirement. We could just forget the first paper. You’ve wanted me all term. I can tell. No need to fight it. I’m here and willing. I’m certified clean too, if that matters. If you are too, you can bareback. I just saw Tom in the hall. He said that had really turned you on.”
The hand was driving me crazy. He had taken his other hand and rolled my chair around until we were closely facing each other, his knees between mine.
“Yes,” I managed huskily, “That would be a good compromise.”
I didn’t know what else I could have done or said. I don’t think I could have let him out of the office now no matter what deal he had proposed.
“Shall we seal the bargain?” he asked.
He wrapped his free hand around my tie and pulled my face into his, and we kissed. For such a big, bruising football player, he had a soft sensuous mouth. Our tongues duelled, and his won, which should have alerted me to the fight I’d have on my hands over control.
I’d always controlled my partners. That’s why I usually did my fucking among my students, who depended on me for their grades.
His tongue pushed mine down, and he swabbed the insides of my mouth until I was gasping for breath. He’d obviously done a lot of this. It wouldn’t be a matter of me deflowering someone who had always gone straight up to now. At length, he let loose of the tie and I collapsed back my chair.
“Does that door have a lock on it?” he asked. “I think we are about to get into a very compromising position.”
I struggled out of my chair and stumbled over to the door and locked it. When I turned around to come back, he had already stripped down and was leaning against the centre of my desk, his cheeks on the rim. He was supporting his weight with his arms out wide on the desk and his legs were out wide as well.
He was just as beautiful as I had imagined he would be. All beefy muscle, but perfectly formed. His torso was exactly like the armour of a Roman soldier, but it wasn’t armour. It was all flesh and bone and muscle, bulging veins running around and down his chest just as they did on his biceps and arms.
His chest was huge, as were his black nipples, each of which was surround by a dark brown aureole. And the muscles of his abs stood out like plates of armour.
Although bulbous, his butt cheeks had deep hollows at the hips, which only accentuated his small waist and rounded bottom. He was covered in a profusion of curly black hair.
The first thing I noticed after drinking my first impression of his magnificence in, was the tube of lubricant he’d taken out of the folder he had brought and laid beside him. But the second thing I focused on was at the very centre of him. I was mesmerized by a respectable-sized and unusually thick cock and big, low-hanging balls. What really drew my attention was that the whole package was jet black. It was almost as if the package had been jerked off the blackest of Africans and sewed onto a Caucasian who just had a particularly good tan.
I walked slowly over to Pete, and while I was doing so, he asked, “Like what you see?”
He was very much aware of where my eyes were locked. “It was a gift from my daddy. It’s always given the boys and girls a thrill.”
I stood in front of him, while he unbuttoned and removed my shirt, leaving my tie on and then unbuckled my belt, pulled down my zipper and let my trousers drop to the floor.
“Oh, boy,” he exclaimed as he saw my low-hanging dick, now already at half erection. “Tom didn’t lie about this either. I bet this has always given the boys and girls a thrill too.”
“Well, mostly the boys,” I answered. “I haven’t been much for girls for several years.”
“Oh, I take all the chances I can get to bury my cock,” Pete answered.
“And I’ll bet you get a chance several times a day,” I answered with a laugh.
“Something like that,” Pete responded with a grin.
He stood up and came to me; his lips went to mine, as his hands went to my cock and balls. I reached for him as well. His tool was impossibly thick, and was growing under my touch.
After both of our cocks were hardening nicely, I pushed him back on the desk and hovered over him, my lips going to those big, black nipples with their huge aureoles, my pelvis pushing into his, with our prongs grinding together like bayonets.
I sucked him hard like a nursing baby, and he moaned in appreciation. I tongued down his chest. He had one heavy leg propped on my shoulder and I was holding the other one up. My free hand was cupping one of his butt cheeks and my thumb was at his arse hole, rimming the hole and rhythmically pressing on it.
I had my tongue in his navel, about ready to travel to his package, when he grunted and struggled up to a sitting position.
“Could we do this on the rug over there between the sofa and the front of the desk? The edge of this desk is cutting into my bottom.”
“Sure,” I answered. “Wherever you want. Over there and on your back. I’ve got to get you open if you’re going to take me all in.”
Pete moved over to the front of the sofa and flopped down on the rug on his back. He crossed his arms behind his head and gave me a mischievous smile, showing no concern, like he was fucked by an eleven incher every day of the week.
He’d taken the tube of lubricant with him and dropped it beside him on the floor. I came over and laid down on my belly below him, my chest between his legs. I wove my arms around his thighs and back onto his belly, where I let my hands glide through his hair from his belly to his nipples.
I started giving that lovely, lovely black cock attention with my mouth. I could barely get it in my mouth, but I managed, and Pete seemed to enjoy my efforts.
I wanted to get him off before I fucked him, but I didn’t want to do so yet. So, after I had gotten him to the point where he was arching his back and sighing and moaning and rotating his cock in my mouth with his hips, I pulled away from him and sucked and nibbled those heavy black balls for a few minutes.
While I was sucking his balls, I’d brought one of my hands back to his butt and quickly had my thumb buried up his ass. I brought the other hand down, inserted that thumb and pulled him open. His hole was very tight for a player.
I moved my hands to the underside of his thighs, rolled his hips up, and lowered my mouth to his hole. I rimmed and tongued him there until I heard him moaning again.
It was time to suck Pete off and then to get to my fuck. I moved my mouth to his cock and swallowed him a second time. But, quick as a flash, he sat up and turned his body on mine.
“I want to sixty nine, Professor. I can’t go on without checking out your cock.”
He was straddled above me, head to toe. I regained a mouth hold on his cock, and he started to play my cock madly with his tongue and teeth.
I quickly discovered that we were duelling for control; that he was trying to outplay me. We were tonguing and nipping for all our worth. He was driving me crazy, and I began to tremble uncontrollably. I gasped and moaned and collapsed back on the carpet as his skill eclipsed mine.
I had been a total top for years. I hadn’t had anyone tonguing and fingering my arse since my own professor had been my top lover throughout graduate school. I certainly had not had anything up my arse as far as Pete had his lubricated fingers up me now.
When he had sensed he’d won the struggle for sexual control, Pete had gotten the tube of lube open and was lathering my hole up.
This wasn’t what we agreed to. In a flash of anger, I started to get up and to reprimand him. But Pete unquestionably was the stronger of the two of us. He just forced me down on my belly and sat on my back, taking all of my breath from me.
While I was just trying to breath, he pulled the tie off my neck and grabbed my wrists and tied them up. The other end was tied off around a leg of the desk. He had me under control, my arm movement bound to the desk and my body under his weight.
His big black dick was flapping around on my back, and I knew when he was lathering it up with the lubricant. I was still trying to reason with and threaten him when he wrapped an arm around my belly and pulled me up on my knees. He pushed my legs wide with his and I felt his thick, thick dick head at my hole. Somehow he had put on a condom during our struggle.
“God no, Pete, I haven’t done this for years and years. I’m not ready for your size. Oh no!”
“Just tell me that you want me to stop, that you don’t want this, Professor, and I’ll just stand up and walk out of here now. Tell me. Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I croaked softly. And it was true. I wanted him so badly now that I was beyond any capability of reasonable thought; my mind was possessed by the thought of that beautiful black cock.
And then he was inside me, and not just by a little. He’d pushed in several inches. I couldn’t say anything now. I was gulping for breath, straining in every inch of my being not to let my ass walls spread under this attack.
“Breathe, Professor. It will be all right if you just get control of your breath. That’s it. Regular breaths. In. Out. In. Out . . .”
“Ahhhrgh!” On the last out, he’d fucked me to root of his cock. I writhed below him, trying to arch my back. But he wouldn’t let me. Instead, after he’d held me there, fully encased, giving my arse walls time to accommodate him, he pushed me down on my belly and encased my body in his from head to toe, with my legs closely held between him. I started to gulp hard and groan and grunt again, and my ass walls tightened around his throbbing cock.
Chapter 3
I met Simon when he was sixteen. He and his parents moved in next door, and from the moment I laid eyes on him, helping where he could with the boxes from the removals van, I knew I had to get to know him. At the time, I had no concept of where that desire would take me; I just wanted to be his friend.
I lived on my own, in a nice terraced townhouse in Brighton, living the life of a popular author. I didn't consider myself gay, but a lot of my friends were, and most of the clubs I went to were gay bars. I'd messed around with a few older teenage boys in my time, having some sort of fascination with them, but as far as being a boy lover was concerned, I was totally in the closet.
Simon would change that, of course, because as soon as I laid eyes upon him, I knew I was in love.
He was a slight child, dark haired with a page-boy haircut. His slim arms and legs poked out of shorts and a t-shirt, both brightly coloured, a uniform that he would stick to until it became simply too cold not to wrap up warmer.
Even then he would often remain in shorts, showing off his lovely legs to the world, finished with white socks and battered Nikes, simply putting an oversized jumper over the top. Whatever he was wearing, though, he looked damned cute, both in the way a granny would think, and also to my lecherous eyes.
We met the evening his parents moved in. Tim and Sara were a gregarious pair, and went straight round to the neighbours' houses to introduce themselves.
I was very much at home with the idea, because it meant Simon entering my house. When they turned up to say hello, I welcomed them in, and offered them a drink, since I'd just opened a bottle of Merlot.
They happily accepted, and we trooped into my living room. We got on like a house on fire that first night, and for many years to come, I might add, quickly getting rid of the bottle and starting another, and eventually ordering some food to be delivered.
“So, do you live here alone then?” Tim asked at one point. The subtle undertone of the question was pretty clear to me. A lot of men living on their own in Brighton were gay, especially those who make money in artistic pursuits. I nodded.
“I'm divorced, actually.”
It wasn't a lie, either. When I was eighteen I'd married my girlfriend of four years, only for things to break down a couple of years later. Luckily we never had kids, because I hate to see them without a proper family to grow up in.
Sara was immediately concerned. As I was to find out, that was her nature, a mothering sort, a loving and devoted parent, and an equally caring friend.
I reassured her that it was in the past, and that I was dating someone, but it wasn’t serious, I'd simply not found anyone since, and she immediately started trying to set me up with someone. In truth I wasn’t dating anyone and I hadn’t had sex since my last test at the clinic and that was nearly nine months ago.
Little was she to know that I was already falling for someone in that very room, and it wasn't her or Tim...
Simon was sitting looking very bored as we adults chatted, and so I suggested that he go upstairs and play with my computer. I had my naughty files locked well away, luckily, so there was no danger of Simon finding anything he shouldn't, although the high-speed internet connection was a disaster waiting to happen.
When I checked the history later, though, he'd done nothing more than check his e-mail and his facebook site.
Back in the world of adults, a dull and grey overture to the real thing that only kids see, Tim and Sara had decided it was time to go home.
Simon was loathe to leave the computer and the internet behind, since his parents hadn't yet got plugged back in, but he was gracious enough to thank me in his sweet voice as he went.
As I lay in bed that evening, head swimming with the alcohol and the boring, boring news blaring out of the television across the room, my thoughts drifted to Simon. I could feel myself harden a little as I daydreamed, but put it down to a full bladder, which I went and emptied.
By the time I had returned to my bed, all thoughts of the angel next door had left my head, and I fell asleep quickly, only waking the next day around eleven o'clock.
The following few days were full of work as I had deadlines to meet, and hadn't really done enough writing to justify the time I'd been given
I had a couple of pieces to do for newspapers, which I got out first since that was where the real money lay, in freelancing. I met my book publisher later on the week, and for some reason he seemed impressed with the latest turn my work had taken, slightly fuller of emotion, appealing he said to a 'wider audience'.
I thought my books sold to a fairly wide audience as it was, but was surprised to hear that it was in fact a select band of teenage males who read my stuff; it was just that they did it obsessively.
Fine then, I was widening my audience to include the females.
“One day,” my publisher said, when I was fully deflated and clearly not in need of kicking while I was down, “you might even write a book that adults want to read.”
I returned to my flat with mixed emotions. Yes, my work had been better, but my ego hadn't taken such a bashing for quite a while. I had intended to go back to work, maybe bashing out a few thousand words before heading out to a bar with some friends, but instead I found myself surfing the net.
I was so bored and determined to let my mind drift that I actually started reading some of the posts in a forum.
It started fairly boringly, the usual chatter about this and that, nothing important, just a load of gossip about kids I'd never heard of. I gathered that the lad I was reading about went to the local school, though, and hadn't had to change schools when he moved, which made me happy for him. I'd had to leave my friends behind at about his age and I never really got over being the new kid at school.
I was about to give up reading the log when my eyes drifted downwards and for some reason stuck on a line. It was from someone called Sim3 to someone called Matt7.
By the time I'd finished reading that little passage, deciphering the language of youth as I went, I was absolutely rock hard and leaking somewhat into my boxers.
The lad clearly knew about masturbation already, and had probably even been messing around with this guy Matt. I had no idea why that made me so horny, but for the first time in a long time I pulled my dick out and just went at it, not caring what happened when I came.
What did happen was an absolute torrent of semen which ended up all over my stomach, my hands, and the keyboard. Slightly disgusted with myself, but still slightly horny, I cleaned up the mess and went downstairs to make myself some food.
I played the possibilities in my mind again and again, imagining that Simon was the lad in question and how he would look like naked and imagining scenarios whereby he would be able to act on what his friend said.
I wanted him to try to get to know me, to do whatever it was his friend said would tell him whether or not I was gay. For the first time in my life, my fantasies turned towards a certain target.
I imagined his sweet little mouth wrapped around the head of my dick. I imagined what his backside looked like beneath the shorts he had turned up in. I imagined what his dick must look like, probably surrounded by s dark bush, hairless, about seven inches long when he was hard as hell, and hopefully a lovely foreskin that hung well over the end.
I came again, only a couple of hours after the last episode, and went to bed feeling as guilty as hell.
I got the chance to see Simon a couple of days later. It was a Saturday morning, and I'd just come back from a brief run along the sea front, only a couple of miles to the pier and back, but enough to realise it was going to be an absolute scorcher.
Sara turned up at my door just as I was stepping out of the shower, and I hurriedly wrapped a towel round myself to answer the doorbell.
She had Simon with her, and I was sure his eyes widened a bit when he saw my torso, I'm not exactly body-builder style, but I've never had to try particularly hard to get definition, and swimming twice a week had given me a nice chiselled look.
Sara, the wonderful flighty person that she was, completely ignored my state of undress and launched straight into it. She wanted to know if I was interested in spending the day on the beach with her and Simon. Tim was busy with work, but Sara thought I might still enjoy spending the day with them even if he wasn't around to talk about what she called 'man things'.
I reassured her that her company, and that of Simon, would be enough to keep me happy, and agreed to join them an hour later.
The beach was already packed by the time we got there, tourists having headed down from London on the trains at the first sign of good weather.
There were a few places to lay our stuff out, though, and we spread towels on the pebbles and sat down to enjoy the day.
Simon immediately stripped off the T-shirt he was wearing, revealing the extent of a rather fetching pair of red shorts that hung low on his hips. His torso was a lovely sight, hardly an ounce of fat, and the beginnings of some pectorals, and I just stared for a moment, mesmerised.
Luckily neither Sara nor Simon noticed me drooling. I watched as he scampered off down the beach to the water, and went straight in.
“He doesn't fear the cold, does he?” I asked Sara.
The sea off Brighton, part of the English Channel, is pretty cold even on the warmest days.
Sara laughed, “No, he doesn't feel it at all. The best I can get him to do in winter is put a jumper on, maybe a coat if it's actually raining. He only has one pair of trousers, and I can't remember the last time I saw him in those.”
I smiled back at Sara, on the surface enjoying the conversation, but beneath a mess of emotions as I wondered what it meant that I had said a silent little thank you that his legs would never be covered up.
I opened my bag to get some sunscreen out, and my camera fell into view. Sara pounced on it immediately, picking it up and playing with it in a manner that I would come to find endearing, but which at first was mildly infuriating.
“Do you mind if I take a few pictures of him with it?” she asked, a quick shake of the head indicating that 'him' meant Simon. I'd rather have been taking the pictures myself, but I acceded to the request, and Sara happily zoomed the telephoto in on her boy and started snapping away.
Only a few photos in, though, she clearly became frustrated, and eventually stopped.
“I don't seem to be able to get it to focus and take a picture!” she said, handing the camera back to me.
“Do you think you could take a few? I'll go and get us some cold drinks. Back in a minute.”
So, there I was, with my favourite lad, a decent camera, and permission to take photos of him. The world was beginning to be a wonderful place.
I had a thought immediately, and quickly switched memory cards to my back-up. Down the beach, Simon played in the water, knowing nothing of my evil plan. It wasn't that complex; I basically wanted some pictures I could use later when I was fantasising about him.
I snapped a few of his backside in his very wet shorts, which clung alluringly to his cheeks, and then even went as far as to snap a few of his crotch when he turned round. Later, I would study these for signs of his manhood showing through.
Having achieved my objective, and now conscious of the fact that Sara would be returning soon, I switched back to the other card and reeled off a few more innocent shots of Simon playing.
When his mother returned, I showed her these, and she was instantly grateful.
“We haven't got that many good pictures of him, you know, we lost loads in a fire a few years ago, so we take as many as we can get now.”
I assured her that the photos would be safe with me, and made a little note in my head to get a few of the better ones printed out large scale for her by a friend of mine who ran a little camera shop.
I did what I intended that night, uploading the photos of Simon, the safe ones to a folder on my desktop, and the more risqué ones to a removable flash memory stick. I perused the normal ones first, smiling at the look of innocent joy on Simon's face as he played in the freezing surf, marvelling at the perfection of his features.
Once these were checked, and the poor shots thrown out, I turned to my private collection. I felt guilty before I'd even looked at them, but I was also almost being sick with excitement, and I had to open the folder. I was instantly hard. The money that I'd forked out on a decent telephoto lens for the camera had been worth every penny. Simon's shorts-clad arse came into view in a big way, filling up my screen with its perfection. If anything, I was a little close in, and the next shot, at slightly less zoom, showed the curve of his lower back becoming the curve of his arse, which swept round in majestic tightness, covered by a millimetre or so of wet fabric.
The shorts weren’t made from thick material, because I could imagine with relative ease what he would have looked like without them on, and it was a lovely thought. What sent me over the edge, though, as I sat there flicking through the photos, were the pictures of Simon's front.
Not only did the shorts very nicely hug his package, I could also tell that the sea hadn't shrivelled him up too much down there, unless he was pretty big to start with, which I thought unlikely. I could see the soft shaft of his penis outlined in a couple of shots, and with one of these static on the screen, I unloaded into my hand towel I had brought with me to the computer.
Guilt washed over me as I watched television that night, and I came close to deleting the photos.
I was at the computer with the 'Are you sure you want to delete these files' type message showing before I changed my mind, resolving to sleep on it, and make the decision in the morning when I was more composed.
Come the morning, I was glad of my decision. With the guilt washed away by a good night's sleep, and my hormones recharged, I decided to keep the photos after all, and immediately went to fire up the computer and have another look, and probably another wank too. I never made it there though, as there was a knock at my door, unusual for a Sunday morning.
It was Sara, and she looked rather stressed.
“I'm really sorry to do this to you, but can Simon come over here for a bit this morning? Tim's father has been taken ill, and we need to go and see him. It might be the end, and I don't want Simon to come with us, he'll not take to it well. It's just that I called our usual sitter and she's out of town, and no-one else can do it.”
I thought it a bit strange that Simon needed a sitter at his age but didn’t question it.
Sara was beginning to ramble, so I cut her short.
“Sara, Sara, it's ok, I'll look after him. You take all the time you need, okay? Is there anything I have to know?”
“Thank you, you're an absolute star. There's nothing special, although he could do with a bath or a shower, because he fell asleep last night and refused to be woken to have one.”
“That's fine, we can do that. Just send him over when you're ready to leave, and I'll keep him here until you're ready to come back.”
“Thank you; you don't know what it means to have nice neighbours at last. Thank you!”
And with that, Sara was gone again. The doorbell rang again half an hour later, and it was Tim with Simon.
“Just wanted to say thanks for doing this, mate,” Tim said as he stood in the doorway. Simon had already squeezed past us and gone into the living room, making himself at home as I'd hoped he might.
“It's not problem. Are you going to be alright?”
Tim looked absolutely stricken, but nodded nonetheless.
“Sara's going to drive. It's a couple of hours from here, and I don't really feel up to it. It's been coming for a while, but it's still a bit of a shock when you get that call, you know?”
I nodded. Both of my parents were still fit and healthy, and very much alive, but a favourite aunt of mine had passed away a few months prior, and I knew the sort of pain that being there at the end bought about.
“Take as long as you need,” I said, “Even overnight if you have to. Simon won't be a problem, and I don't have to be anywhere for the next couple of days, so we'll be fine.”
“Thanks,” Tim said, before turning back down the little path and crossing the pavement to where Sara was already waiting for him with the engine running. She gave me a sad little wave as Tim went round to the passenger side, and mouthed the words 'thank you', before they drove off up the street.
They left me with the most beautiful boy in the world sitting in my living room, and a whole day at least to spend with him. I was surprised to find my stomach full of butterflies, and my head swimming as I walked into the room.
“You okay Simon?” I asked. He was watching a documentary of elephants on the television, and just nodded.
“You want anything to drink or eat?”
Finally he turned to me. He looked a little less happy than usual, but still absolutely the pinnacle of youth.
“No, thank you. Mum made me eat before I came round. Are you going to make me have a bath?”
“That or a shower, mate. Sorry, I promised your mum.”
That got the usual young lad reaction to the idea of a bath or a shower, which as I'm sure you can guess wasn't jumping for joy.
“Can I just watch the end of this first?” he pleaded.
Had he known how eager I was to make him happy, he could have got away with asking for a little bit more? As it was, I pretended to be