My longest friend Geoff

My longest gay friendship must be that with Geoff. I’ve known him as a gay man for all my adult life. I actually knew him for a few months before I found out he was gay. We played in a scratch rugby union team near Falmouth. At school, I played rugby during the season. I enjoyed the game and the physical contact, although sailing, rowing, and kayaking were and still are my sporting preferences. I met Geoff when I joined the team when I was home in Cornwall from university in Bristol when I was still only twenty years old.

I’d noticed him as he was opposite to me being dark. Black haired to my blond, dark Celtic complexion compared to my very light skin, and he was a good five inches shorter than me, but the similarities stuck out as he was very good looking, well built in all the right places and well put together. I thought that I had caught him checking me out in the showers after the games we had played in together and thought that it was because I am heftily hung. Thankfully, I wasn’t one of those guys who spung a big fat boner when in the showers with my rugby union teammates, but Geoff did have great backside which interested me a lot but not that I was totally obsessed in getting deep in there.

Geoff and I only spoke in general terms. I think he knew I was a student and lived in the very far west. I knew of Geoff’s family as the family name, Teague, was well known as large landowners, builders, and farmers, though what Geoff did within the family business, I had no idea.

Generally, after a game, I didn’t hang around for the drinking sessions that most of the other guys did, boasting of their sexual prowess and dreamed of conquests. I wasn’t going to lie about women I hadn’t fucked, nor boast of the few guys that I had. It was after one game that again I left straight after cleaning up and went to my car to drive home. I’d half noticed that Geoff was slightly ahead of me and as it turned out, I was following him for the first few miles, when I noticed him turn off into a parking area, where there was a well-known cruising area with a convenience. I wondered why he was wanting to pee so soon after leaving the rugby club house and decided to investigate. I drove up to the next roundabout and did a U-turn and headed back driving into the parking area where Geoff’s car was now empty and there was one other vehicle parked, also empty. Actually, I had switched off my engine as I came to a halt and quietly left my car trying hard not to make much noise.

I crept into the convenience and turned a corner to find Geoff on his knees, giving a much older guy a blow job. There was a shout of “Fuck” from the older guy, who dashed out as quickly as he could, leaving Geoff, standing up and trying to put away his erection, rather unsuccessfully and looking very flustered and stammering out some excuse and almost begging me not to tell the guys from the rugby team. I walked up to Geoff as he was struggling to hid his dick and told him to calm down. I heard the car of the other guy rev up and fly out of the lay-by, and promised Geoff that I wouldn’t breathe a work to anyone and made him touch my now bulging crutch. Geoff was a good-looking guy and I now had dreams of getting to know his sexy backside if I could keep him calm. In West Cornwall, there were few guys that were as muscled and attractive as Geoff and now I knew one vital thing about him; he at least played around if he wasn’t actually gay.

As he continued to struggle with his clothing, I had my first good feel of his backside. Ummmm, it was very firm, and I became even more excited, and undid my fly and pulled out my cock and made him take hold of it. Wide eyed he looked down on my erection and back to my face. “Interested”? I asked him. He stammered out, “I’d hoped but was never sure”. I told him that I had caught him checking me out a few times and had wondered too. I told him that we should talk outside of the toilets, and we tidied up and went to talk by our cars. The gist of the conversation was that Geoff would follow me to my home and that we could relax together.

We chatted for a good while, got to know more about each other and indeed we ended up in bed, but I didn’t get to fuck him as neither of us had a condom with us. It was going to be another couple of weeks before I was due back home again from university, but we arranged to meet up again after the next scratch rugby game and for him to come back to my place again and to really fuck. His arse was perfect, and he was a very responsive bottom and took my hugeness really well. We became good friends, socialising outside of the rugby team and good occasional fuck pals.

When I graduated, I found a position with the Institute which sent me first to Jamaica, then Mozambique and finally to Southeast Asia and the Southwest Pacific Islands, and so my rugby playing days came to an end and my chances of meeting and fucking with Geoff as well, though we did keep in touch.

Unsurprisingly, Geoff found a partner who moved in with him and they formed a great partnership. Simon was a man who could turn anyone’s head. He was almost as tall as me, had a great body on him, and was a stunner. He had deep blue eyes and light ginger hair. The guys seemed to be very well matched, and it was Simon who persuaded Geoff to come out. They came to my home a few times to socialise, but they were monogamous and so my days playing with Goeff came to an end. Well, slightly monogamous, as one day Simon turned up at my home unannounced and I was seduced by him and much to my surprise and delight, against all of my preconceived notions, Simon like to be fucked sometimes. Now I’m no fool, but when it was offered to me, I took full advantage of the chance, a number of times. I don’t know about your experience of ginger guys, and I know some people have a prejudice, but I find that they are really well hung, and I do like to fuck well hung guys.

I was made to promise that I’d never let onto Geoff that I had been with Simon, and I kept the promise. Again, I was away working and Simon and Geoff split up, which was a pity in my eyes, but as Geoff revealed to me, Simon was playing the field a lot and he decided to go to London to be a social worker. I had an idea what sort of social work Simon might have been into, and indeed, when I eventually was brought back to London to work for the Institute, I did meet up with Simon and his super sexy Colombian boyfriend and have a really good time with them both.

In the meantime, Geoff, had met an older guy and they got married as soon as it was legal to do so in the UK. David, Geoff’s husband was a great guy and I got on very well with him and the guys became one of my best friends back home, and I tried to meet up with them both every time I was home, and we’d dine out in St Ives. David was full of great advice and was caring to me and had my best interests at heart. The relationship between Geoff and David was very stable and I had no problem chatting with David on equal terms as Geoff, even though I had known Geoff much longer. Indeed, it was David who really encouraged me to get together initially with Stephen even though I thought Stephen was a flash in the pan and most probably a prick tease.

The guys came to my place for a good meal and overnight stay sometimes at weekends, and we’d eat, and drink a little too much and it was during one such stay when Stephen had come down totally unexpectedly to stay as well, that Stephen teased the hell out of Geoff at breakfast.

It had been a great night, good food, good drink, and wonderful conversation. One thing was very evident, Geoff could not take his eyes off Stephen and Stephen really played up to being admired, pumping his chest, flexing his arms, and opening his legs wide every time he caught Geoff staring.

In bed that night Stephen and I chatted about what had happened, and Stephen said he’d give the guys a show in the morning. Nothing rude but something to really wake them up. I left it up to him what he did.

In the morning I got up early to shower and dressed and called our guests to be ready for breakfast which was a simple affair mostly with big slabs of ham and cheese.  The guys came down looking very happy and Geoff sat next to me with David opposite. Stephen was showering and I explained that he’d be down before too long. Both the guys were effusive about Stephen and hoped that we could make a good match. I was really happy.

Then Stephen came down to the kitchen, naked except for my pair of red shorts I had worn the afternoon before which were too tight and still soaking wet from the shower. “I couldn’t find a towel.” He claimed, leaning over the table, and taking a large thick slice of ham and throwing his head back and dropping it into his mouth chewing the meat as he swallowed the piece almost whole. The guys’ eyes were wide open staring at the man in almost disbelief. Stephen walked around the table and bent over to cuddle me and kiss my neck. “Morning guys.” He called to our guests, who mumbled a reply. “Is there coffee still available?” He didn’t wait for an answer and took a mug and filled it. He stood next to me, the well-filled, nearly overfilled bulge in my red shorts unmistakable and inches from my face and about a foot from Geoff’s face. David was gawping at Stephen’s body looking uncertain if what he was seeing was real.

It was deliberate. Stephen turned so that his crotch was directly facing Geoff’s face, took a swig of coffee and turned towards me so that he was showing off the material of the shorts tight against his hard glutes to best advantage. Much to my amusement Geoff’s face was bright red, almost the colour of my shorts. David’s mouth was wide open.  Stephen leant over the table to pick up a smaller piece of ham, reaching towards David, his upper torso almost directly in David’s face. He stood up again with his pelvis almost in Geoff face, and again slid the meat down his throat, declaring that it was “the best piece of pork he’d had down his throat since yesterday afternoon.” I couldn’t take anymore and picked up my coffee and walked out into the garden and let out a hysterical round of laughter. Stephen had stunned the guys into silence.

After two minutes of crying with laughter, I walked back into the kitchen to find Stephen now drying his body with tea towels. “Come and dry my back would you Gerren, I can’t do it with these small towels. I’d ask the guys, but I don’t think they would hear me.” I took the tea towel from him and dutifully dried his back, as I did so, he was checking that his arms were properly dry by caressing them and rubbing his hands over his biceps and triceps and down to his narrow wrists on both hands and then down slowly over his chest, and over his abs to the shorts and then crossing his hands to check if the obliques were dry before passing over his chest again and deliberately, as if nothing else had been deliberate, rubbed his nipples with his thumb and fingers and pronouncing that he was dry and happy. He turned to face me and fully embraced me, thanking me with a deep kiss, and announced that he was going upstairs to get dressed. He headed up the stairs and threequarters of the way up, in full view of the guys, took off the wet shorts before throwing them back onto the floor below and walked up the rest of the stairs naked, his hard butt in full view.

My stomach and shoulders were shaking with mirth, and I looked back at the guys taking in the looks on their faces. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I snorted out a laugh and let rip with frantic laughter. I fell back onto the sofa across the room, laughing out loud, looking back at the bemused faces of my best friends, David beginning to laugh too, Geoff almost smiling and still half embarrassed. He walked over to me waving a finger at me. “You fucking bastards, you fucking prick tease, you planned that didn’t you?” In amongst my laughter, I managed to truthfully tell him we hadn’t planned it at all. The look of disbelief on his face making me laugh even harder and louder, so much so I was gasping for air. David was now laughing with me; looking at each other only increased our laughter and Geoff’s frustrated face at my denial added to our hilarity. Stephen came back downstairs wearing dark blue long-legged sweats. He was still topless and smiling at the laughter. “What is so funny?” he asked. I pointed to Geoff’s still irritated face, and it set me off again on another stream of laughter, David joining in with me. He made his way to his husband who was still shaking, and almost crying and embraced him. This soothed Geoff who started to smile and relax. Our laughter calmed down and there was a happy atmosphere in the house. I walked across the kitchen to get paper towel to dry my eyes and to offer to David. Geoff again asked if I had planned the exhibition in front of him. Stephen came to my rescue. “It was all my own idea, Gerren knew nothing, honestly. Though his bemusement of what was happening to you only encouraged me more I’m afraid. I heard you guys talking about me in your bedroom last night when I visited the bathroom and heard you saying that you’d like to see me naked and wet, so I thought why not! I must admit that I almost corpsed a few times at the looks on your faces. Gerren didn’t help. Standing in front of you for that time with him outside giggling like a demented idiot didn’t help.”

I had played a couple of tricks on Stephen in the brief time I’d known him, but this was the first time I had seen Stephen joke with friends of mine. Over time he used his huge body to wind up Geoff. There was however one occasion that he surpassed himself.

It was Geoff’s thirty-fifth birthday and Stephen and I had offered to host the party that David had warned me Geoff had wanted to keep small, maybe even just the four of us. We had agreed, Stephen especially I noted with a twinkle in his eye. Since we had also married, we hadn’t seen as much of Geoff and David as we used to, and I thought that the celebration would be a great way to put things right again. The Birthday would be on the Friday night, and we had promised the guys a couple of nights’ accommodation with us including the Saturday on our cruiser around the coast if the weather was fine.

I had spent the best part of a week planning everything when Stephen threw the curve ball into the plans by announcing that our good friend, Escort Chris would also be visiting maybe with a friend of his. I should have been more suspicious that I was in retrospect but thought nothing of it. As far as I knew, Chris had once met Geoff and David and that was at our wedding. Stephen had called David to tell him that we were now expecting a couple of out friends to also be staying with us during Geoff’s birthday and he felt sure that a couple of extra guests would be fine and a lot more interesting than just the four of us.

On the Friday late afternoon, Chris arrived looking really fit and handsome. Swiss German Chris, was in some ways an enigma, having a few irons in finance, but was also a very successful Escort with both men and women, claiming that he preferred the men. Stephen originally knew of him before we had met and we had ended up both banging his sexy arse a few times and also at the same time, if you get what I mean. Chris had stayed a few times with us and was always great fun, and he had sometimes brought a hot friend with him, though I suspected that the friend could be a ‘client’ or a fellow escort. Other mutual friends had told me that Chris sometimes operated with another escort if a ‘client’ had asked for ‘second helpings’.

Today was no exception as Chris arrived with Ryan, a very good-looking guy, much shorter than any of us, but with what looked like a very beefy body and interesting eyes. Ryan had a large suitcase with him and strangely a large hat box which Stephen helped him upstairs with into the second guest bedroom. I noted some laughter from the guys as I gave my usual welcome to Chris, a huge kiss and a hard grope of his crutch and nipples. When the guys came down, Stephen explained that Geoff and David were also staying the weekend and about the birthday and that the guys were very loyal to each other and as far as we knew had never played outside of the relationship. Chris smiled and claimed that he might be able to find out the truth of that matter, maybe with some help from Ryan.

The four of us chatted for a while waiting for Geoff and David to arrive and I found out that Ryan was a volunteer fireman in London helping out a couple of nights a week and claiming that it helped to keep him fit.

When the guys arrived, we went through the rigmarole of introductions of the couples and everyone wished Geoff a happy birthday etc, even though the actual day was the next day. Geoff and David recalled Chris from the wedding which wasn’t too difficult as Chris was a very gregarious guy.

As usual I was busy with the food preparations which Geoff was generous enough to help and the four others went outside to chat in the decent weather. They came back in with Stephen and David looking really happy with each other, and Ryan and Chris all lovey-dovey with each other. I’d set the timing of the meal for near to eight in the evening and we had a really great meal and by ten fifteen we had finished the food and retired to the lounge. There were looks and nods between David, Chris, Ryan and Stephen and Ryan announced that he was going to the toilet. He seemed to take a long time in my view and then strangely Stephen changed the music to up-beat music and Ryan came down the stairs in a fireman’s uniform complete with helmet and a cut off firehose and proceeded to dance around the lounge making suggestive moves with the hose nozzle. The helmet came off first and Ryan was now making suggestive moved on Geoff who really didn’t know where to look. His husband David was enjoying himself a lot.

Ryan now undid the Velcro tape on the front of his uniform and invited me to undo the inner zipper. Of course I had no idea that this was going to happen. The heavy orange jacket opened up to reveal Ryan’s wonderful body and he turned to face Geoff and pulled him off his seat and had him rub his hands all over the huge chest and well-appointed abs. Geoff really didn’t know where to look, and I was given a few accusing looks and he also gave his husband a couple of concerned looks, but seemed re-assured when David gave him some encouraging nods. Then the jacket came off and was flung across the room and Ryan’s sensational body was shown off to us all. He had a great set of shoulders, and his arms were big and juicy. A pair of woven string braces were holding up the very loose fireman’s trousers and Ryan now had Geoff held tightly against his body and the focus of the dancing now had his hands around Ryan’s back and it was obvious that Geoff had taken to his early birthday present.

David was delighted and although the act was also a surprise to me, I was pleased that Geoff was enjoying the attention. Then Ryan got Geoff to pull off both the braces from his shoulders and the fireman’s trousers fell to the floor revealing that Ryan just had a white tight-fitting jock on underneath. I wanted to get a better look at Ryans backside and to see just how filled the jock was up front. I wasn’t disappointed at all. The jock was nearly bursting. Stephen and David were also now leaning from their chairs trying to get a good eyeful too. Ryan was a stud. All the time he was dancing he was looking at Geoff and smiling. Licking his lips and giving very suggesting moves with the hose nozzle. Then he pushed Geoff down onto his knees, turned around and swayed his very tight arse in Geoff’s face and was calling on his to ‘lick his cheeks’. There was a hesitation from Geoff and Ryan reached back, grabbed hold of Geoff’s head, and was pushing it onto his butt and now nearly ordering him to lick. With some discomfort, Geoff did, and Ryan moved around so That David had a good view of the action. I moved around to sit next to Stephen who was delighted by what was happening. Then Ryan turned around and thrust his hand inside of his jock, stretching the material and obviously jacking on his cock right in front of Geoff’s unbelieving eyes. I didn’t believe that Ryan would do it, but he did. In one swift move the jock came off with his hand totally covering his cock and balls, and he rubbed the fist against Geoff’s face. David was now really excited, and I thought he was about to tell Ryan what to do next. Ryan didn’t need telling. His hand came away from his cock and balls and slapped Geoff right dead centre on his face. For the first time Geoff made a sound. Well it was a gasp of pleasure. From where Stephen and I were sitting we couldn’t see the size of the cock that Geoff now had access to.  I did notice though that David gave a nod to his husband as if allowing him to go ahead and enjoy himself. Not that Stephen and I ever had to give approval for any sexual activity other than being fucked by others which was by mutual assent something we only did privately between ourselves.

“Go on it’s your birthday”. David gently told him. I then saw Geoff doing down on Ryan’s cock. It was a thick being from what I could see, I couldn’t determine the length but I could see Geoff’s eyes and they were half enjoying the experience but there was some fear there as well. To my eyes I was enthralled by Ryans backside and the dirty look on his face. He obviously was the exhibitionist. Chris had a great view of what was happening and it was obvious by the hand movement over his crutch that he was excited. Geoff was still dressed and although it had been some years since I had seen him naked, I could tell that he was still fit.

It was Stephen who suggested that they took this upstairs and Ryan eagerly pulled Geoff up the stairs to the guys bedroom. I had put Chris and Ryan in the room next to our bedroom suite and Dave and Geoff next to them. I knew that if anything was going to happen it would be better to have the space between Stephen and I from Geoff and David. With a dirty grin on his face, David followed the guys upstairs with Stephen telling him to use their room.

Downstairs it was just Chris, Stephen and myself in the lounge. Then the truth came out. Stephen and Chris had arranged all of this during the previous week. Ryan was not a volunteer fireman but twice a week, he did a fireman’s strip at various locations around London and the South East. Ryan also did escort work and sometimes as a partner to Chris. Stephen had also clandestinely been talking to David about the arrangement for Geoff’s birthday and was all for it. In David’s words, Geoff deserved a treat and a little extra excitement and would really appreciate Ryan’s length. We invited Chris to our bed for the night and he agreed eagerly, but firstly he went upstairs to see what was happening. Stephen and I tidied up the lounge and secured the house and went upstairs to our bedroom and got down to our own love making. Chris joined us, all very bright eyed and very hard, informing us that Ryan was really punishing Geoff’s backside and David was lying down on one side of the bed jacking off watching the action.

I asked why he didn’t join in. To my surprise, he said that David wasn’t his type. Chris must have been with guys he didn’t find attractive in his escort work, I stated. “Yes but those guys pay me for my services; I just think of the money and fuck”.  So why not with David and Geoff? “They were different”, he told us, “They are friends”.  He jumped onto the bed with us, “And you guys are very special friends”. For the next two hours or so we had our way with Chris whilst Ryan stayed with David and Geoff all night.

In the morning, or rather mid morning, Geoff and David came down for a very late birthday breakfast, with Geoff looking particularly sheepish and unwilling to talk about the night before, but giving both Stephen and I rueful looks. Ryan came down a few minutes later with not a care in the world looking as if nothing had happened the night before. All he said about matters sexual was to Chris. “I never knew that you were into being double fucked”? Chris looked askance. “How did you know”? he asked his stripper pal. “I came downstairs to pick up my firemans uniform to pack away and heard you guys fucking and looked in for a few moments. I have to say I was very nearly tempted to join in but I’d promised Geoff a third fucking”. I don’t know who looked more shocked, Geoff or Chris.

That afternoon, the six of us went out around Mount’s bay in our cruiser, the guys drinking champagne whilst I stayed dry being in charge of the boat and for a short while, Ryan joined me in the cabin and proposed that he join Stephen and I that night for some action. I made a move on his wonderful butt, trying to squeeze his very tight cheeks and he bent over and gave me a very wet kiss and telling me that he wouldn’t mind trying what Stephen and I had been doing to Chris that night. His shorts were protruding greatly with excitement and I gave him a good grope and he was very firm. I told him that I’d have to talk to Stephen about it first and Ryan told me that Stephen had agreed to talk to me and seemed very keen on the idea. Ryan also told me that he had really enjoyed fucking Geoff. Geoff was insatiable was his opinion, and was really tight as well.

That night, Geoff’s birthday night, we left him alone with his husband and Chris and Ryan came to our bed and we did what Ryan had wanted and it was good.

It wasn’t the end of this story. A week or so after his birthday, Geoff came to see me asking after Ryan. He was eager to meet with him alone. I got Ryan’s contact details from Stephen and told him to be very careful about hurting David. He scoffed at me. “You didn’t care about hurting me when you and my Simon were fucking did you”. I must have looked shocked. “Yes I know you two fucked, and I know it was Simon who led you on, but you never said no”.  What Geoff said was true, though the break up wasn’t about Simon fucking with others, it seemed that Simon had a temper when he drank and any frustrations were physically taken out on Geoff. In the end he was glad to be rid of Simon. He couldn’t blame me for the violence and at least I was his longest gay friend.