Gregory

SEX AGOGO FOR GREGORY

An Imaginary Homoerotic Tale

By

Jason Land

This is the third and last of three related stories which are entitled as follows:

First Time Fears Overcome

Gay Sex for Gregory

Sex Agogo for Gregory.

Although each is a standalone story, they concern many of the same characters and should be read in the order above, in which I wrote them.

CHAPTER 1

Gregory Parry, who is known to all as Greg, the main character in the present story, has just commenced his freshman year in the Medical Faculty of the University of California in Berkeley.  Greg is a well set up very muscular youngman just over six feet tall. He is extremely well endowed in the man-meat department, for he has a large rubbery penis almost eight inches long when soft, which sits on a pair of balls held tightly to his body. When hard, as it often is, his cock measures at least nine and a half inches in length; but depending on just how horny he feels as he gets ready for sex, his cock can stretch to a magnificent ten inches plus, with a commensurate girth; so all in all, Greg offers a formidable weapon to any sex partner, one which few guys can equal.

But length and girth apart, Greg has what can but be described as a beautiful cock.  Like most American males of his generation, he has been circumcised and the doctor who performed that operation did a magnificent job; Greg’s cock today has a superbly defined head with a magnificent rim or corona which sets it off from the shaft.  Greg himself has further enhanced his sexual charm by wearing a three component trianguloid cock ring: one large ring encircles the root of his cock and scrotum; a lower ring then encircles his balls and holds them tight to his body, whilst an upper ring, set at an angle, holds his soft cock; this being of a rather rubbery consistency, hangs away in an attractive curve. 

The overall, effect of the ring encircled cock and balls is quite stunning.  His cock and balls together appear to form one formidable tool. So when soft, Greg’s equipment looks very attractive indeed: no deflated balloon dangling between the legs for Greg! It is further enhanced by the fact that Greg has adopted the practice of having all his pubic hair removed so that nothing interferes with the beauty of his formidable fucking equipment.

Since his initiation into gay sex, Greg has learned the value of his potent assets and is ever ready to use them.  In a word, Greg has turned from a shrinking violet of a virgin into a highly attractive and active gay young stud, who has quickly adapted himself to the gay life style. But Greg is equally receptive to other guys’ assets; and so, with his attractive muscular physique, his nifty cock and a welcoming anus equipped with a good tight sphincter, he has to be considered as a rare gem and all set for a really happy and active gay sex life with other men.

Were Greg a straight guy, the girls would be all over him and think him a stunning hunk. Unluckily for members of the female sex, they will never have the pleasure of any intimacy with Greg, for he is totally gay, from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes. Like many guys of his persuasion, he has eyes only for other men: but not any men. Greg has eyes only for muscular well set-up guys with big dicks: guys who could well be described as gay musclecock studs; guys who when looking at Greg see him in the same light as he sees them:  a stunningly, sexually, attractive proposition, in much the same way that females categorise muscular straight guys about whom they fantasise and whom they think, of as hunks.  In a word, Greg is just drop-dead, gorgeously attractive to any observing eyes and, not unexpectedly, other like minded studs gravitate towards him like bees to the honey pot, their eyes focusing enviously on the crown jewels between his legs.

Whether Greg himself, as he sets out on his college career, realises just how attractive he is to other men is debatable; but he will soon find out. And so we find Greg one evening during his first week at UC Berkeley, in the shower room of the gymnasium where he has been vigorously working out, honing his already splendid physique to that unattainable level which is perfection.

Greg was soaping himself up under the shower, when another guy entered the room, stripped off and stood under the shower next to him.  Normal protocol in such places is that the guys do not particularly ogle each other, but, nevertheless, it is only human that they do sneak a look at their companion’s credentials.  Greg, being human, did just that and was surprised to find that the young stud (yes, he was a stud!) was a truly attractive muscular guy with a cock equal to his own.  Greg also observed that his companion had pierced nipples and was wearing a well fitting pair of gold nipple rings, an adornment which Greg found particularly attractive. Greg also noted that his companion had had his pubic hair professionally barbered into an attractive triangular design, which really enhanced his cock and balls.

Along with the visual attractiveness of this body jewellery and pubic hair presentation came a clear unspoken message: the guy under the next shower head was very probably gay.  Was this a fact? Could it be divined on the basis of a pair of pierced nipples?  Probably not; but the chances are that any guy who indulges in such bold pubic hair barbering and pectoral adornment is very likely to be gay.  In much the same way, does any straight guy wear the type of trianguloid cock ring which Greg was wearing; and do straight guys shave off their pubic hair?  Possibly; but improbably.  So the two guys under the showers assessing each other’s credentials each sent out an unspoken signal to the other which said: “Yes, I am gay; are you looking for action?”    

So how did things progress from here?  There is always a little awkwardness even when both parties know exactly what they want, which of course they did; one or the other of them has to break the ice, for both of them know full well what is ultimately going to happen; it did not need putting into words. So Greg began: “Hi, I’m Greg: Gregory Parry. We don’t seem to have met before.” 

“No, that’s right.  I’m Ben: Benjamin Wallace; You come here often to work out?”

“My first time actually; I’m a freshman: first year medic; and you?”

“I’m second year law. Listen Greg, why don’t we dry ourselves off, get dressed and go and have a bite to eat somewhere together?  Get to know one another a bit better as we both are clearly into body training.”

And that was how these two hunks got together: eating a hamburger in a local joint.  By the time they had finished they had told each other a great deal about themselves, starting with the fact that they each had divined that the other was gay. Ben asked Greg where he was living: a fraternity house perhaps. No, Greg was just living in a room he had rented in an apartment house in Berkeley. He had  not applied to join a fraternity as he had heard horrific stories of the extreme hazing which went on in some of them, especially if the regular  guys realised one of their number was gay; so no, he preferred to live alone for the moment. Greg did not tell Ben about his weekend arrangements with his new-found partner Larry in San Francisco and his involvement in the Ringboy’s Naked Gym as a part time Naked Bodybuilding Assistant.   

It turned out too that Ben did not belong to a fraternity in the normal sense of the word, but as he began to explain to Greg, there was an organisation called the Omega Phi (many of these American fraternal associations adopt names composed of letters from the Greek Alphabet) which catered for gay guys such as them. “Listen Greg, I live quite near here. Why don’t we go back to my place and continue our conversation there. It is much more comfortable there and I think you and I have a lot to talk about and also I have an idea I want to bounce off you.” 

So the two young studs set off to Ben’s place which was about ten minutes walk from the hamburger joint where they had just eaten.  They walked in complete silence: no conversation. Each of them knew full well what they was going to happen once they arrived at their destination, but neither guy put his thoughts into words: in its own way it was the difficulty associated with a first time contact. Things were about to go way beyond the talking stage: both guys wanted to fuck!  This was not going to be a first time fuck for either guy, but it was the first time together and so that minor difficulty had to be got out of the way.

For Greg, the walk back to Ben’s place was accompanied by a feeling of joyous anticipation tempered with a certain feeling of trepidation.  Sure he was quite confident of his sexual ability, which had been exercised to its limits at Ringboy’s Gym, but there the situation had been totally different; he had been among guys whom he now counted as his friends: guys who had led him from the wilderness of a sexless existence into the fulfilment of an active gay sex life, which he adored. That he knew how to fuck butt and satisfy his partner was beyond question; but today the situation was different. Here he was going back to Ben’s place where both of them knew exactly what was going to take place: he was going to have sex with Ben and Ben with him.      

The mechanics of what was going to happen was clear; but here Greg was about to embark upon a sexual adventure with a man he had just met: totally uncharted waters with an experienced stud by the looks of it. How would it all pan out? Would he be able to perform? Why not? He was already getting hard just at the thought of what was ahead they arrived at Ben’s place; but he had those queasy butterfly feelings in his stomach nevertheless.  But what the fuck; Ben was just another guy: a very attractive and desirable guy: a guy whom Greg knew he wanted to fuck as soon as possible.  His own fast hardening man-meat told him all really needed to know: he was ready to fuck Ben and he wanted to do it immediately. He was just so very horny: it was quite unbelievable.

CHAPTER 2 

Ben had a really nice set-up, made up of a large bed-sitting room with a small fitted kitchenette in one corner and a separate bathroom.  The place was very well furnished for a student pad.

But now that fatidic moment, the moment of truth was finally upon the two young men and someone had to make the first move.  It was obvious to Greg, whose cock by now was literally busting out of his pants ,that any further talking along the lines of getting to know each other a little better was going to be shelved in favour of some immediate physical action.

It was again Greg, who was literally bursting at his sexual seams, who took the initiative:  “OK Ben, well here we are and I think that we both know what is going to happen next, don’t we?  We are going to have sex together, unless I have very badly misread all the signs to date. So, my friend, it seems to me that we need to decide who goes first. Do I fuck you and then you fuck me or vice-versa? We could, of course, toss a coin, but frankly Ben, I’m just so hot to get at your arse that I would be eternally grateful if you would let me take first shot. So how about it?”  

Greg had chased any residual timidity and apprehension from his mind at that moment and observing the time honoured adage that he who hesitates is lost, he went up to Ben and started to pull his T shirt over his head.  It turned out that Ben was more than willing and within seconds the two young studs were facing one another totally naked. Greg had become so horny just thinking about what he intended to do to Ben with his huge cock already totally hard and already in the precum stage.  But Ben was not far behind him as he stood there with his own equipment on the rise.

“How do you like it Ben: face up in the mission position or face down in the doggy pose?”  Ben gave no answer but simply pulled a thick roll-like pillow from under his bed, knelt in front of it and draped himself flat on his stomach and chest on the bed, resting bis head on the bed-pillow. His pose offered Greg bis arse in a perfect raised position for penetration. 

“Ben, I have to tell you that I was taught by my mentors, all of whom are professional copulators, guys for whom fucking butt is part and parcel of their daily lives, always to practise safe sex; so I always fuck using a condom. These guys also recommended me never to go out anywhere without a supply of rubbers on me, as one never knew when one might need one. And tonight is a good example of their wisdom; when I went into the shower, I had no idea at all of the series of events which would follow. So, with your permission…”

Greg reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a packet of two rubbers and a sachet of lubricant.  Rolling one rubber onto his hard member, he handed the other to Ben. “Ben, if I might make a suggestion; why don’t you put this on your own fuck-stick.  Gay sex is a wonderful experience: a toy which never ever fails to please; but it has one nasty corollary, especially for young studs like you and me; we tend to jerk out loads of cum as we ejaculate our sperm, which has messy consequences, especially when the bottom guy is flat on his face on a bed as you are. So by your using a condom as well as me, when you cum, which you will, for I always try to make my partner climax at the same time as I do myself, your cream will be caught in the rubber and we shall not finish up wallowing in a pool of cum on your bed sheets.  I know this sound horribly clinical but believe me it is a good idea.”     

Ben concurred and did as asked. The Greg lubed up Ben’s arse and the show was ready to begin when Ben said:  “Listen Greg, I like it hard and long, so don’t hold back; just bang away at me for that is exactly what I want. I guess I really like hard-core anal sex; so just give it to me as hard as you can.”

Greg was feeling particularly horny that night, thinking about the delights of fucking such a superb muscle stud and did as requested.

Ben, as might well be expected of such a muscular young man, had a very tight anal sphincter which took some time to yield to Greg’s forcing. But once that muscle had relaxed, Greg gave Ben the full benefit of his massive ten inch long cock, as he bottomed his own pelvis against Ben.  He then withdrew his tool completely from Ben’s rectum and re-entered him with a single smooth, but very forceful thrust, which produced a gasp of pleasure from his partner.

“That’s it; that’s just what I want: long forceful strokes; go on Greg, just fuck me as hard as you can; don’t hold back at all.”

Greg, of course, needed little or no encouragement, for his natural technique was to be forceful. He gave stroke after stroke, each time practically withdrawing his cock from Ben’s hole completely until, nearing his climax, he did withdraw completely and bring himself and his partner to a simultaneous orgasm by means of two or three monumentally pounding strokes, where he withdrew his cock some two inches before re-entering his partner with perfect aim. 

Greg had been in a state of sexual hypertension which had gradually built up as the two of them walked back to Ben’s place. So, when it finally came, the orgasm which Greg experienced was so intense he could hardly bear it. He ejaculated more cum than he had ever before produced, in series of forceful jerks as he pumped Ben’s hole repeatedly with all the force he could muster.

Greg’s state of high tension transmitted itself to Ben, who also experienced a highly intense climax. “Jesus Greg, for a relative new-comer to the gay sex stakes, you really do know how to make a guy happy.  I kid you not, but that was just about the best fuck I think I have ever had in my life; and believe me, I’ve had a plenty!  My god, Greg, you are a true artist.  And what a magnificent piece of man-meat you have; how the fuck did you manage to develop it to that length and girth; and I just love that triple ring you are wearing?”      

“You know, Greg, that performance gives credence to the saying that a good big’un beats a good little’un any day. You, Greg, have a sort of golden gun between your legs, my friend. Once word gets around here, I can tell you, you and your cock are going to be in great demand.  Anyway, Greg, it’s now my turn to show you how well I can perform when I really make an effort, so, shall we go for it? What’s your pleasure, Greg? Your wish, O master, is my command,” he concluded with a laugh.

Greg lay down on his back on the bed, opened is legs, bent his knees and offered himself to Ben in the mission position.  Ben quickly oiled up Greg’s arse and within seconds was inside him with his equally formidable cock. Ben’s technique was unique, for at each stroke he withdrew his entire member from Greg’s hole and then quickly re-penetrated him.  He brought both himself and Greg to a simultaneous climax with a steady stream of long powerful but totally unhurried strokes which nevertheless culminated in another highly intense orgasm for both young men. Greg was in absolute heaven, as he felt the weight of Ben’s muscular torso on top of him.

The two studs lay together for some minutes, cooling off after the effort.  “That Ben was one hell of a fuck you just gave me. My god; what an orgasm. You really are a super cocks-man Ben. And you know you have a very unique technique with your long and even strokes. It is quite different to anything I have ever experienced before. It does help, of course that you have lots of inches to offer your partner. You and I are a well matched pair when it comes to size. And I just love taking a really good sized piece of meat up my hole. You are dead right when you say that size does count for a lot. And let’s face it we both have size to offer!  But you know Ben, it was an absolutely terrific fuck and I reckon that I could tell blindfold if it was you fucking me; you fuck in such a distinct way: quite unique, I would say. So what happens next?”

“Well Greg, we really seem to have got to know one another pretty quickly: a steep move up the experience curve, I’d say! Look here; there is a vacant room just like mine available in this place. Why don’t you consider taking it and move in. That way you would be close to a friend, for I already think of you as a friend even though we have only just met: an act of God, I’d say.  It’s great to know that you are near a like minded guy and that there is always a warm body waiting to make you welcome; so much better than being by yourself in some fuck-awful room. So what do you say?”

Greg of course accepted and it was agreed that he would give notice on his present place and move into the same building as Ben. So almost immediately he was not alone in Berkeley. He had made a new friend, one with whom he could work out in the gym and who was a God-given sex partner. Could things have turned out better?

Well, Ben had not yet finished with his ideas.     

“Greg, we are neither of us in a fraternity house, but listen, I do belong to the next best thing: a sort of loose fraternity of gay guys like us who have banded together to sort of look after each other.  It’s called the Omega Phi Muscle-Cock Fraternity: It’s not a registered fraternity in the true sense of the word but a group of about fifteen or so of us have banded together to form a gay fraternal club, if I can describe it as such. All the members are gay guys just like you and me. We have a clubhouse where we hold our meetings and where we can go to relax, with all that that implies.  All the guys are real muscular studs with good sized cocks and all of us love to fuck, which I suppose is the real raison d’être for the place.”

 “Anyway Greg, I can tell you that you would be a very welcome addition to our group.  We do run it along the lines of a true fraternity, even though none of us actually live in our club premises. We do have some rules and regulations and there is a vetting process before any new member is admitted. If he is accepted then there is a formal induction process, much as there is in most fraternity houses. But there is no real hazing, which can often go much too far. At the worst, you might find yourself with a somewhat sore arse for a day or so, but that’s all.”

“So, what do you say; shall I propose you for election as a member?  It would give you access to a great group of guys and one of the things we pledge fraternally is that we are willing to share our assets with our fraternity brothers. This means that you are never ever short of a welcoming arse should you feel the need; and it does happen, let me tell you!”

Gregory agreed that he would join the club if accepted. 

CHAPTER 3  

It is hard to imagine that Greg’s first week at college could have been so momentous. Not only had he stumbled across a potentially excellent sex partner, but here he was on the brink of joining a club: a fraternity, for it was indeed more than just a club, of like-minded young men, who found it necessary to set themselves apart from the mainstream of the normal university fraternity, in order to be able to express and respond to their their sexual needs.

So, Greg went back to San Francisco at the end of his first brief week at college in Berkeley, bubbling over with excitement, looking forward enormously to his weekend with Larry, to whom he recounted in greatest detailed his first week in Berkeley.  In spite of his sexual exploits with Ben, his heart was still with Larry. So this was the first of Greg’s public appearances as paid NBA at Ringboy’s Gym.

You will recollect that Greg had been invited as a guest to spend a day at Ringboy’s and had been mistaken by a client called Daniel to be one of the NBAs. Well, the outcome had been that Greg had finished up fucking Daniel, who wanted what he described as a little anal stimulation. Anyway, it was evident that Greg, the neophyte gay, had been a hit, which was not at all surprising: he was a handsome muscular young stud with a large, attractive penis, which any gay guy would have been happy to experience.

So successful and well received had Greg’s impromptu performance been, that Chris, the owner of the Gym had told him that as he was spending every weekend with Larry, a regular NBA at the gym, he could spend Saturday in the gym acting as a part-time paid NBA.  And that is now where we find Greg, together with his buddy, Larry.  Both guys are totally naked according to the rules of the gym, where once inside the gym proper, both staff and clients are required to shed to be totally naked.      

All the NBAs on duty are available to service clients; by service is meant either to fuck the clients or to allow themselves to be fucked by clients. In general, it was the client who wanted what was generally referred to as anal stimulation, but occasionally the odd client would like to sink his own meat into an NBA and given the luscious attractiveness of a young guy like Greg, the inevitable happened and that first Saturday morning he was soon called upon to make his arse available. And it was Daniel who decided that he would like to fuck the young stud: the selfsame client whose arse Greg had serviced the previous week, when as a visitor himself he had been taken by Daniel as an NBA because of the triple cock-ring he was wearing.

On that occasion he had been taken completely by surprise but Larry had smilingly urged him to go ahead, which he had done: Greg, barely out of the cradle of ignorance in matters sexual, had been found so attractive by Daniel, who had taken him as a professional assistant of the gym and he had found himself fucking one of the gym’s regular clients; nothing at all strange in this as this was precisely one of the services the gym offered. But now, the boot was other foot; the same client wanted to fuck butt himself, rather than be fucked and as he was now truly on the staff, albeit if only as a part-time employee, he could not but accede to the demand.

Greg’s first reaction at Daniel’s request was one of panic; but then, thinking about things, he said to himself that just a few nights ago he had allowed Ben, a totally unknown guy, whom he had met in the Berkeley campus gym, to fuck his butt, so where was the difference?

But before anything happened, Daniel saw Larry hovering around and suggested that he, Greg and Larry have a threesome in one of the private rooms. Greg heaved an inward sigh of relief that he would have his closest friend and a truly experienced NBA to hand. But he need not have worried as things went off very smoothly with a surprising and unexpected conclusion.

Daniel, who was himself quite young, in his early thirties, was a very body conscious guy himself and had a sizeable cock, not to be compared with the tools sported by either Greg or Larry, but nevertheless a good sized weapon.  So quickly lubing themselves up, all three guys rolled on condoms and the fun began.  Daniel, as the client, first shafted Greg and gave him a good pounding but then, before he was anywhere near a climax, motioned to Larry to shaft him. So the three men were joined in a chain of sexual effort by their cocks.  And so it went on for an hour, as all three studs, for Daniel, the client, truly qualified as one, had a very enjoyable time together.

What Daniel did for a living neither Greg nor Larry knew, but the previous week he had professed himself happily married. He had told Greg that he enjoyed an occasional dose of anal stimulation, something he could not get from his wife.  But Greg started to wonder about Daniel’s true sexuality as he had thrown himself so wholeheartedly into the little fuckfest which the three of them had just enjoyed. By any measure, what they had just done together could by no stretch of the imagination be classed as a little anal stimulation. No. what the three guys had just indulged in was a bout of really hard-core gay sex.   

Daniel then invited Greg and Larry to join him in the spa pool by way of light relaxation. As the three of them lay there in the swirling warm water, Daniel suddenly decided to tell them something about himself.

“Listen guys, I’ve not been totally frank with you. I told you last week that I was happily married with two children, but that I liked occasionally to have a little anal stimulation, which is what brought us together. Well, that is all true, but it is not the whole truth. The fact of the matter is guys, that I am bisexual, AC-DC so to speak. In other words I like sex with my wife, but I equally like sex with other men. I guess after today’s performance you might have thought that I was just gay, just like you two studs, but that it not the case.  I like to run with the hare and hunt with the hounds.”

“Now my wife is fully aware of my sexual orientation and accepts it.  So, we are in fact happily married and I do have two lovely kids, whom I adore. But I still need to have sex with other men. So, to be clear I am totally faithful to my wife, totally and utterly, cross my heart and hope to die; but from time to time, I play the field with other guys I know who have the same desires as I do.” 

“In a word, I belong to a group of happily married men, all of whom are bisexual like me. They like to have sex with their wives but, like me, they also need it with other men. So that’s how we came to have our little fuckfest today. I simply could not resist the allure of you two studs: big cocks and nice muscles and youth. It was absolutely wonderful for me and I hope that you both enjoyed our little frolic together as I think sex should be enjoyed by all partners.”

“Anyway, so now I have told you the all the facts. I guess if I had not done so, you might have thought I was just gay which I am most definitely not.  But there is more: With a group of like minded guys, we have formed a sort of club which we call the ACDC. I come to Ringboy’s once a week, work out and usually get myself laid, as you two studs saw today.  Usually it’s just with one NBA as it was last week with you Greg; but today was an exception and I really did enjoy our little fuck-fest.  But the ACDC club meets about once a month and we have a really great sex party. What we normally do is to rent a room in a large hotel for the whole day and then we do our stuff behind locked doors.  It’s great fun.”

“Now guys here’s the deal: I have a proposition for you.  Tomorrow afternoon and evening we are having an ACDC get together here in downtown San Francisco.  The guys know all about you via me and have commissioned me to ask you two if you would like to join us tomorrow and give us a little sex show: you know, some virtuoso fucking.  We all like to see young muscle and big cock in action and you two really do have what it takes: you are both just super attractive and super well-hung that I can see why the gym here employs you as NBAs. Now, if you accept, there is $500 up front for each for you, as we all realise that you two earn your living from your muscles and your cocks, especially that latter. So guys, what do you say?  Yes or no?”

Greg and Larry gazed at each other in amazement; what an extraordinary offer to come out of the blue from one of the gym’s regular clients.  Greg raised bis eyebrows questioningly, to which Larry replied with an affirmative shrug of his shoulders, which without a word being uttered said:  “Why not.”     

Larry took the lead and said: “OK Daniel, you’re on!  But you have to understand that neither of us has ever done anything like you envisage before. We do not have a series of set turns that we can trot out to please an audience like circus performers as it were.  So you will, have to take us as you find us. We’ll have to think about exactly what we are going to do and let’s hope we come up with something interesting.”

“Listen guys, you two studs are just so drop dead attractive, at least to other males, that is; so just having you two around, sporting your cocks and muscles will be a winner in itself and if you just do the sort of stuff you do in your job here at the gym, well, that will be just great.  Once the ice is broken tomorrow and you have got to know the other guys, you will see that we can all relax together and have a great time. You know how it is when a group of horny guys get together; fucking just happens; and with you two young studs flashing your wares around, we’ll all have an absolute ball,” he concluded with a laugh.

Larry and Greg went home that evening and Greg said: “You know Larry; I don’t think Daniel has any idea of what a new born babe in arms I am in this business. This guy thinks that you and I are two top professional butt fuckers. And you, Larry, probably are; but as for me; well I’m a beginner. Does Daniel realise, I wonder, that I have never ever been to the sort of party we are going to tomorrow in front of which we are supposed to put on some sort of show?  Crikey, Larry, I really wonder what we have let ourselves in for.”

“Just relax Greg; it will all be OK, believe me. As Daniel said, fucking just happens and he is right.  And only you and I know that you are new to the business. Daniel thinks that you are an experienced pro and that, my friend is all that matters. We are perceived to be two professional sex workers and that is what we shall be tomorrow.  Facts don’t come in to it: it is perception that matters. We shall be in what will be a totally naked environment and the sight of so many cocks will inspire us. Believe me!”

“And you have nothing at all to be scared of. Just look at yourself, Greg, you are super-attractive, or at least I think so, and I bet there is not one other guy there with equipment as impressive as yours. And let’s face it Greg that is why they want us there.  There is tremendous attraction in big muscles and big fucking equipment.  That is what the guys want to see and experience and they are not going to be disappointed.  Just look at the way Daniel pounced on you as soon as you came on the scene last week; he just couldn’t stop himself. You are in the category of what is commonly called drop-dead gorgeous and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

As they lay together in bed, Greg suddenly turned to Larry and said: “You know, buddy, I don’t even know your name.  We’ve come a hell of a way together in record time, but I only know you as Larry.” 

Larry laughed, “I have to say that it had never crossed my mind that I was sort of incognito; but you know, you are right. Well it’s nothing very exciting, my full name is Lawrence David Jones  and my grandfather on my father’s side came originally from Wales in the early part of this century, whilst my mother, whose maiden name was Smithers, comes from an English family who arrived in America before the War of Independence.”     

“How extraordinary, that we are both of Welsh extraction,” said Greg, “For my family name, Parry, given to me by a father I have never really met, as he dumped my mother and me and went off with some other woman just after I was born, is also Welsh. And you know, the double barrelled name, Parry-Jones, is a well known Welsh name to this day.”

CHAPTER 4 

The next day, Sunday, dawned and that afternoon the two young studs made their way to the hotel where they were to be the star attraction at the sex party.  The one thing Larry said was that they should take a good supply of condoms with them: “I have no idea what these guys expect, but my guess is we shall be fucked by several of them before the day is out and I want them to see that we only practice safe sex; so we’ll supply the rubbers if necessary: no bareback sex!” 

They had already discussed together, what they might put on by way of a show. As Greg had said, they really did not have anything special, but they had already told Daniel that; so what was finally decided for openers was that Larry would first take Greg from behind; Greg would stand against a table over which he would bend over to give Larry access to his hole. Larry would then fuck him vigorously in that position.

When that was done, Larry would then sit with his own arse on the edge of the table, still in a more or less upright position. He would spin Greg around so that they were facing each other. Greg would wrap his arms around Larry’s shoulders and his legs tightly around his body and Larry would then proceed to enter Greg from what was a sort of modified mission position. Greg would actually be suspended around Larry’s neck and holding the pair of them together with his legs, whilst Larry would take Greg’s entire weight, supported on his own arse against the table. If they could pull of this idea, it would be a tour de force of butt fucking by any standards.

What was special about what they were proposing was really that they intended to exercise their massive cocks to the maximum. As Larry said to Greg, the reason he thought that Daniel had asked them to come was so that his buddies could see two super dicks in action. So the trick was to make sure that their clients got a good eyeful of two young studs fucking each other in a way which they themselves could only dream of.

Daniel and his friends were already there when Greg and Larry arrived. The whole company was totally naked and a couple of guys were already making out together on the side. But the others all seemed to be drinking champagne, of which there appear to be lots available. Greg and Larry took in the scene in one quick glance.  Larry thought as he surveyed the scene, that there was not no great competition in sight: none at all, he thought: “Both Greg and I look much better naked than any of these guys and there is not one of them who has a cock which begins to compare with what we are going to show them once we strip for action.  This is going to be a piece of cake.” He raised an eyebrow at his partner who gave him a broad smile which said it all: he too saw no problem in fulfilling their commission.

Daniel seized upon them as they entered: “Hi guys: welcome to our Sunday fuckfest. Let me just introduce you to the others so that you know everyone  and then you can get stripped for action, for that is what we are all waiting for, I can tell you.”  And Daniel then went through the assembled company of about ten guys, introducing each by his first name only. Greg and Larry of course knew no one and names did not register. 

Daniel then went on: “Well, guys, let me introduce to you Larry and Greg who are with us here for the first time today. As you all know, they are two professional assistants in the well known Ringboy’s Gym in San Francisco: the only naked bodybuilding facility in the Bay area, which is where I got to know them. And believe me guys when I tell you that these two young men are real experts in the art of gay sex; having one’s arse stimulated by either of these studs is real privilege, I can tell you!  And I speak from personal experience, which I why I suggested that we get them over here today to entertain us, so that we amateurs can see how two professionals go about it. So, guys, prepare to see two superb young muscular studs with unbelievably attractive cocks in action. So without more ado, let’s give Greg and Larry a big hand and see what they can show us.”

Whilst Daniel had been giving his spiel, the two lads and moved off as indicated into what was a bedroom serving as a cloakroom, where everyone had shed his clothes. “Let’s get lubed up here, before we go back in there,” said Larry. “Then when we go in, we can get straight on with our first demo without fiddling around with the messy business of lubing each other up; but we are going to use condoms as ever, as we don’t want to give any of our clients the wrong idea. And my guess is that our own sphincters are very likely to be much in demand and there is no way that we let any naked cock near us.  Let’s hope they have condoms available, otherwise we will hand them out ourselves.”

Larry went on: “Listen Greg, we’re expected to put on some sort of a show, so what I suggest is that we get ourselves rock-hard before we go back in there and greet the guys. So let’s just rub ourselves up until we are really hard and our dicks are pointing upwards at 45 degrees to our bodies.  Then the clients will be able to see the sort of meat they are paying for; and let’s face it Greg, their real interest is in our cocks and their ability to perform: it always is: the cock reigns supreme at any gay event.” 

“We’ll go in arms over each other’s shoulder with our cocks both raring to go and only when we actually start the demo will we roll on the rubbers. We’ll let the guys get a good look at our canons before we actually fire them. I’ll bet these guys have never seen such a magnificent pair of fuck-sticks in their lives. Just look at us, Greg: each with nearly ten hard inches, beautifully cut, with superb knobs and great rims the pair of us and something I’m sure they have never seen before, the Ringboy’s trianguloid cock ring. Let’s face it old son, we look absolutely superb together, even though I say so myself. These guys are going to be dazzled with what they see; believe me,” Larry concluded with a flourish of trumpet blowing, which, frankly, was totally justified, for the two lads were mouth-wateringly attractive.

Larry was, of course right, for the two young studs looked like twin Adonises as they entered the room.  There was a slight pause in the conversation as they entered the room, followed by a stunned silence as seeing translated itself into believing; then a round of spontaneous applause broke out, as the assembled company realised what they were looking at: two muscular young studs with no fat on their bodies, each sporting a sphincter-wrecking erection which they were now going to exercise for the delight of the company. Daniel, who was the prime mover in inviting Greg and Larry to come along, felt fully justified, as he was sure that the two of them were about to perform some amazing feats of copulation to entertain them. And as he expected they were not to be disappointed.

Once the initial applause had died down, Larry pulled forward a table from against the wall and placed it so that when he penetrated Greg, the entire company would see very clearly just how he handled his cock. After all, this was to be a demonstration of virtuoso butt-fucking and there was little point in showing the crowd just his butt as he pumped himself in and out of Greg’s arse. Larry wanted everyone to see see just how special this fuck would be.

With the table correctly in place, both Larry and Greg each rolled on a rubber over their hard meat. Greg leaned over the table, spread his legs, widening the chasm between his superb buttocks which led the way to his anal sphincter, the target which Larry was now about to penetrate.  Larry approached Greg’s arse gently, pushing his knob against Greg’s super tight sphincter, tapping at it as if at a door, asking to be let in. As Greg’s sphincter started to relax, Larry, who truly was a highly experience operator, thrust the full length of his ten inch erection gently but firmly into Greg’s rectum. Nothing was rushed or exaggerated and he waited for several seconds before proceeding, to allow Greg to recover from the slight shock of feeling such a huge cock inside him. Then he withdrew himself completely, only to reinsert his rock-hard cock almost immediately and perform a few gentle reciprocating movements just to ease the lubrication and ensure that the ensuing performance would ensue smoothly.

Larry now began his anal fuck in earnest.  He made long firm strokes with his cock, withdrawing himself completely from Greg’s anus at each stroke.  With unerring precision, for Larry was a true professional, he then gradually increased his force and speed until both he and Greg were gasping. Finally, when he sensed his climax was imminent, he withdrew completely for one final time, held his member, which had now reached its maximum size, in full view of his audience, well clear of Greg’s hole for a few seconds and then with one almighty thrust reached his orgasmic climax and shot his load in a series of violent jerks, deep inside Greg. Greg climaxed at the same time and his load was caught in the condom which he was wearing.

The on-looking guys applauded wildly at this magnificent display of anal intercourse, the likes of which they had hitherto never before witnessed. They all realised that they had just seen a performance by a young man who was a consummate cocks-man: a young stud who knew how to handle his meat to perfection. Together the two young guys had pulled off a blindingly brilliant act executed to utter perfection.  But the show went on, for there were still more delights to come.

Greg and Larry now pulled off their sperm-filled rubbers and rolled fresh condoms onto their cum-coated cocks. Larry now took his place against the table, supporting himself on his arse and feet, whilst Greg wrapped his arms around Larry’s shoulders and his legs around his waist. The result was that Larry was supporting Greg’s entire weight, whilst he now thrust his cock into Greg’s arse yet again.  Greg now helped him as the two of them brought themselves to another climax.  The whole act brought the house down; no one had ever seen such a virtuoso display of arse fucking ever before: it truly was an occasion to remember.

“Listen you guys, that was absolutely mind blowing,” said Daniel. “Let’s take a break and let you two cool off for a few minutes and we can all have some more champagne, whilst you tell us what else you have up your sleeves.” Larry and Greg retired for a few minutes to the bathroom to clean themselves up for the next round of their demo.

Sex, as everyone knows is a pleasure unequalled by any other human activity, but it is, alas, intrinsically a messy business; and both Greg and Larry liked to start a new round of intercourse more or less clean: not for them wallowing around in pools of cum in a sort of sexual mayhem; not during their performance at any rate. They wanted to display vigorous sex which they both enjoyed enormously, but they at the same time to keep things in some sort of order, which was one of the additional reasons why each of the young men always used a rubber.

When they came back, Greg now took the lead: “OK guys, for the next demo. I need two strong men, you Daniel and someone of the same height who can support Larry for quite a few minutes.  What I am going to do is to show you my flying fuck.  So, when we are ready, which of you guys is going to help Daniel in his arduous duty?”

Daniel motioned to one of his friends who stepped forward to act as the second support. Larry stood between them, passed his arms over their shoulders and waited for Greg to start. Greg lifted up Larry’s legs and pulled them over his shoulders. He then proceeded to fuck Larry’s anus whilst he was suspended by his arms and legs.  As three guys, Greg, Daniel and another guy called Adam were taking Larry’s weight, Greg was able to use his cock with considerable vigour as he pounded Larry’s anus with total inhibition.

But Greg unknowingly had the inbuilt instinct of a showman and remembering that this was in fact a show for which he was being paid – and royally at that – he took considerable care to make long cock strokes of ever increasing force and to withdraw himself at each pass completely from Larry to heighten the drama of the demonstration.  Like Larry, Greg had already developed an unerring sense of precision in controlling his tool; even when withdrawing his cock several inches from his partner, he was able quickly and firmly without any hand assistance to re-penetrate that all important sphincter with considerable force.  Greg made it look like child’s play: he was totally professional about what he was doing.     

The on-lookers went wild as the tempo increased until Greg finally climaxed and shot his load into his friend in a series of jerks of energetic ejaculation.  He finally withdrew to a huge round of applause and Larry regained his feet.  The two young studs had just completed an amazing act of anal copulation. 

None of the assembled guys had any idea of how recently Greg had come to the profession, for he acted and looked like a truly seasoned operator.  In fact, Greg, thanks to the prescience of his mother, had more than found himself a happy gay sex life; one in which he now absolutely rejoiced at being able to exercise his sexual capabilities, totally without any inhibition. Whether his mother could have foreseen quite how completely her son would take to and immerse himself in the world of gay sex and become a potential star operator himself, we shall never know.  But the fact of the matter was that Greg now loved gay sex and had become, at the age of eighteen, a truly professional handler of his magnificent dick, a piece of man-meat which had the admiration and envy of all who saw it. Greg stripped for action truly was a magnificent specimen of gay manhood; he was picture-book perfect. He had moreover no hang-ups at all about what he was doing. In what had just transpired Greg had inwardly revelled in his performance and had no embarrassment at all about standing there in front of the others, totally naked and with his cock fully erect  and putting it through its paces. Greg, the shrinking virgin of a violet of just a few weeks ago, was now a totally happy young stud: 100% gay from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes!

Greg now took centre stage as he explained what was to happen next: “It’s been absolutely great of you guys to invite Larry and me to your little fuckfest and to give you a demonstration of what we can do, which seems to have pleased all of you.  I have to tell you that that my flying fuck of Larry ends the formal part of our presentation. However, looking at you guys I can see that you are all drooling with anticipation of something else involving Larry and me.  But listen guys, you outnumber us five to one: ten of you to two of us.  So I hope that you will bear with me when I tell you that there is no way that you can now all fuck Larry and me or that Larry and I can fuck all of you.”

“So, judging from the state of your fuck-sticks, all of which seem to be ready for action and in the precum stage after watching us perform for you, I guess you would all appreciate some direct action with us. So here is what we propose to do: Larry and I jointly are going to offer all of you, five of you with Larry, five of you with me to exercise your meat on us, but only on what we call a greeting basis.  What do I mean by that? Well, we are agreeable to allowing each of you to fuck us, but on a strictly limited basis: six full cock strokes per guy.”

“I hope you all get the idea: Larry and I will bend over the table and allow each of you in turn to shaft us, five with Larry and five with me and you can then each make six thrusts of your cock up our holes, so that you will all have had the experience of direct contact

with a professional sex assistant.  Neither Larry nor I think that we could take a full-blown hard fuck from five of you, one after the other. But then, by way of what might be considered cream on the cake, we suggest that two of you and it is for you guys to decide who are to be the lucky ones, perhaps by drawing lots, to go the whole hog and fuck each of us properly to a climax, in any position you want.”

“But that is not all: Larry and I will then do you guys the courtesy of returning the gesture; we will each give five of you a six stroke dose of what might best be described as anal stimulation, so that each of you will have had direct experience of what it feels like to take a very large professional cock up your own arse. And then, of course, to complete the sequence, Larry and I will each fuck any two of you, again your choice, and take you to full climax.”

“I hope that this idea grabs you, for really guys. We are young; we are willing but we are not up to letting all ten of you fuck us and then for us to go on and give all ten of you a return bout. I’m sure that we would all enjoy that immensely, but young as we are, after all we have done we do not have the stamina either to take or to give such a massive amount of cock-work. Frankly, I think we would drop in the attempt!  We all agree, I am sure, that sex is great, but there are physical limits, even for young pros. such as us.”

Daniel answered on behalf of his friends:  “Listen you two; I reckon we are all super-satisfied with the demo you have just given us. I for one have never seen such a magnificent display of cock control in my life.  You two are both real pros. and let me just add that for me at least, and I hope that I am now speaking for everyone else when I say that it is an absolute visual pleasure having two such perfect specimens of young manhood to spend this afternoon with us.” 

“You are both great on the eye and believe me, when I say that that also counts for quite a lot. Just think on it everyone; that’s all we actually get when we buy men’s gay magazines. So, Greg and Larry; a great formal demo, which could not have been better, but your point is taken; we don’t want to kill you both so let’s proceed as you have just suggested.”  And that is exactly what they did!

A little later when everyone was totally exhausted with the exertion – sex is bloody hard work if you go at it non-stop – waiters appeared and food was served.  What the waiters thought of laying out the food and drink in the midst of a group of stark-naked guys, we shall never know, but they did it without as much as a murmur. As Greg and Larry prepared to leave, Daniel came over and handed hem each an envelope and said: “Listen you two young studs; that was one hell of a show you put on and the guys and I have decided that you deserve more than the $500 each we promise you; so we have upped your pay to $750 each.  I reckon you will be getting other invitations once the word gets round about today’s event; and believe me: it will!”

Later as Greg and Larry walked back to Larry’s apartment Greg said: “You know Larry, that was one hell of a day we have just had and I enjoyed every minute of it. Just fancy we have been paid for doing something we both really enjoyed.  But listen Larry, I’d like to stay over with you tonight and go back to Berkeley first thing tomorrow. After all it’s only about thirteen miles. But I’ll have to be off smartly as I have an early class on Monday, starting at 9 a.m.”

Larry was of course, delighted that Greg was going to share his bed for another night, the third in a row and tired as both young men were, they managed to make love several times during the night.  When they were together they always had sex bare-back: no rubbers and Greg had already realised that sex with Larry was quite different to sex with other guys; when they fucked each other it was with love and not just for kicks and the orgasms were much more intense.  Greg was rapidly becoming totally smitten with Larry and the feeling was mutual. They were two handsome young gay men, totally at ease with their relationship and enjoying each other physically to the full: and why not?     

CHAPTER 5 

It was 8 o’clock the following Wednesday evening, the fatidic time when Greg was to be inducted into the Omega Phi sex-fraternity.  In spite of Ben’s assurances, he still felt slightly nervous, as university fraternities were notorious for the truly horrible, physical punishments they often inflicted on new members at induction ceremonies. But he had agreed he wanted to join, which he genuinely did and so he arrived at the fraternity house at the appointed time to be received by Ben who filled him in as to what would most likely happen.

Greg was told to strip naked and enter the main room where the Omega Phi committee members under their President were assembled to deal with his induction.  He was somewhat concerned as he entered the room to see in its centre a chair had been placed across the seat of which a paddle was reposing.  Now Greg, like many American school boys at private schools had been paddled a few times when he was younger and was not particularly enamoured of the procedure, which left the recipient with a pretty sore arse. But here he was and he sensed that like it or not, he was going to get his arse paddled during the ceremony. 

Looking around him he saw that all the members of the committee, some six or seven guys, were all naked, but that the president was wearing a sort of cloak, which left his anatomy invisible.  Greg was not at all embarrassed to be naked in front of a group of guys he did not know and a quick look around at the inventory of fuck-sticks, on show, assured him that he had nothing to be ashamed of.  He was as big if not bigger the most of the guys who were looking at him. He had not long to wait for the ceremony to begin.

The President suddenly threw off the cloak he was wearing to reveal himself to the gathered company.  This man, whom he later learned was called Nigel and was a postgraduate student on a master’s degree course in mathematics, was a truly remarkable guy.  He was superbly muscled and was clearly openly committed to a gay life style as he was wearing a cock-ring of the kind that sits behind the balls and the penis and additionally had rings in both his nipples which set off his superb pecs. 

His cock was then further embellished by a simple ring which was seated at the root of his magnificent tool, which was quite soft and must have been at least eight inches long. This shaft ring was held in place by a small clip which was attached to the main cock-ring.  But this was not all, for a gold medallion with the Greek letters Omega and Phi engraved on it was as mounted on the ring itself.  It was not unlike a diamond on an engagement ring and clearly was the mark of office of the President.  In its own way it way it had the same significance as the chain of office worn the mayor of any town. In fact, all in all, this guy looked absolutely stunning.

The President spoke in formal tones, clearly intent in making the induction a formal ceremony: “Let the candidate for admission to this august fraternity be blindfolded and then let us proceed to checking the measurements of his endowment.”

A few seconds later, Greg felt a hand around his cock as it was pushed into what was obviously a tube. Had he been able to see what was happening, he would have observed that his soft penis measured a handsome 8 inches against the graduations marked on the clear plastic of the tube. A plunger was fitted and descended on the tip of the penis being measured to get the exact length, which was announced to the President, by the guy manipulating the device: “The candidate has a length of some 8 inches soft, Mr. President, which is well above the minimum requirement for acceptance by the fraternity.  With such a length, the candidate should be able to field a hard cock of some 10 to 11 inches in length at least.  He therefore  has an excellent profile as far as his key endowment is concerned. He should be able to satisfy even the most demanding of partners. The candidate has all the characteristics to enable him to be an absolutely first class anal fucker.”

“Excellent,” said the President, “Let the proposer of the candidate come forward and perform the acceptance test.” Ben, who had proposed Greg as a candidate to join the fraternity, stepped forwards, his massive cock already hard and rolled on a rubber, handed to him by one of the on looking committee members.  Two other members then took Greg by the arms and made him bend across the chair telling him to spread his legs.  Yet another stud then applied a liberal dose of a lubricant to Greg’s anus, forcing the lubricating cream deep into his rectum him with his fingers.  Greg was now ready to received Ben’s cock.

Ben stepped forwards and proudly displayed his own rock-hard tool to the assembly and then thrust it with one firm and strong gesture as deeply as he could into Greg’s hole giving him his full length.  Ben then began to fuck Greg as hard as he could, with long and powerful strokes, which left Greg moaning partly with pain and partly with pleasure, for Ben was intent on having a truly hard and savage fuck, which was clearly the way this initiation was planned.  Finally they both climaxed, with Greg, whose cock was hanging there naked, shooting his load all over the floor.  It was for Greg just the most vigorous fuck he had ever had since his introduction not so long ago to gay sex.  He found it exhilarating but exhausting even though he himself was the bottom of the action.

The President new stepped towards Greg showing his enormous penis onto which he rolled a rubber and then proceeded himself to fuck Greg’s arse yet again.  The President, Nigel, had an absolutely enormous cock and once again, Greg experienced a monumentally vigorous fuck, leading to yet another enormous orgasm, which left him leaning limply over the back of the chair. 

These had been the two greatest sphincter-stretching experiences which Greg had undergone to date and bent over the chair, totally naked and blindfolded with no idea what was still to come, he sincerely hoped that he would not be expected to accept yet another battering of his anus.  Greg loved being fucked, but there was a limit  and Ben and Nigel together had reached it.

The President then said: “The candidate seems to be very well suited to join our august fraternity, Let us proceed to the final stage of his induction.” Greg listened to this, but had no idea nor could he see what was now going to happen. But he remembered what Ben had said about leaving with a sore arse and he wondered if now was the moment at which he was going to be paddled. And of course he was right.  “Lots have been drawn and the six members who are to have the honour of wielding the paddle are,” and the President went on to name six of the fraternity brothers.

“So,” thought Greg, “I am going to get my arse paddled, so I’d better brace myself as I haven’t felt the paddle for several years and I certainly am not going to howl in front of these guys.”

What then happened was that the six chosen studs in turn, each gave Greg’s arse a single swat with the paddle: three swats to each cheek; six swats in all. Each stud then gave Greg’s hole six quite powerful thrusts from his own cock, before handing over the paddle to the next guy. Who of the assembled company actually administered the swats, Greg never knew as he remained blindfolded throughout the entire business.  But it was not at all bad, for the guys did not truly lay on the paddle the way some schoolmasters had done in Greg’s schooldays, when a paddle wielded by an experienced arm could quickly reduce the unlucky recipient to tears. As Ben had said he finished up with a slightly sore arse, but nothing really to complain about; and he had quite enjoyed the quick cock-work administered by each guy subsequent to his application of the paddle.

Then it was all over and the President welcomed Greg officially to the membership of the Omega Phi Sex fraternity and the blindfold was removed. His uneasiness now gone, Greg had time to look around and take in his new fraternity brothers, for that is how they referred to each other. Everyone, the President included, was naked and so Greg quickly saw that apart from the President himself who was particularly well endowed and had, by any standards a monument of a penis, everyone else was more modestly equipped.

Greg mentally compared his new fraternity brothers with the professional NBAs at Ringboy’s Gym and realised that these guys were not in the same league.  OK, they were well equipped, with nothing to be ashamed of, which led him to the conclusion that he himself and Ben and his buddy Larry across the bay in San Francisco were perhaps the exceptions to the general rule.

Here he was among a set of normally endowed young men who just happened to be gay and enjoyed fucking butt. And with this realisation, it suddenly dawned upon him why Daniel and his crowd had paid Larry and him to come and demonstrate to them the previous Sunday. They simply wanted to see some virtuoso butt-fucking over and above anything which they themselves could achieve.  It was a prime example of size does matter; Larry and he had been commissioned by Daniel because he realised just how terrifically well equipped they both were.  Greg quickly saw that he would have no problem at all in holding his own among his new friends; none at all!     

So what was to happen next?  Beer was available and all the guys started drinking.  Then some guys, feeling horny paired off, moved to the side and started fucking each other.  Then one young guy came up to Greg and made him a proposition which Greg found hard to refuse.  It was obvious that his new found friend fancied taking Greg’s fuck-stick up his arse so Greg willingly obliged. Still feeling a little sore from his initiation ritual, Greg declined any suggestions from other guys that they would be willing to serve him if he wished. “Thank guys, but I’m a bit sore after all that so can I take a rain check on it for today?  Any other time I’d be delighted.”

He and Ben finally left and walked back to their lodgings.  Greg said to Ben, that he had suddenly realised that Ben, he and his friend Larry, together with all the other NBAs at Ringboy’s Gym were in a different class to the general run of guys who were members of Omega Phi.  “You know Ben.” said Greg, “That was an eye opener for me, for up to now my entire sexual experiences have been with super-studs:  guys like you and my friends, Sven, Liam, Serge and Chris at the gym, all of whom are super well-equipped.  It had not hit me that we were the exception and that the guys we were with tonight are the norm.  Now tell me this; what is, in fact, the minimum cock length required to become a member of Omega Phi.  I thought it was eight inches soft and I was sort of shitting bricks, thinking that I might not qualify. But looking at these guys, I see that I had got the wrong idea.”

“Well,” said Ben, “In fact the minimum length is only 6 inches. You have to get real Greg, for there are not all that many guys around like you and me who have 8 inch danglers between their legs. It’s we who are the exceptions. That is why, on first seeing you when we met in the showers, I thought to myself that here was finally a guy, clearly gay, who has a great body and a magnificent piece of equipment: in other words I saw you as a great sex-partner from the first moment I set eyes on you; and I have not been disappointed.”

“Greg you are totally phenomenal with your cock.  You are the only stud I know, other than our President, who presses all my buttons when it comes to fucking: you are absolutely great. And let’s face it Greg, that’s what we gays want; to fuck and to be fucked. All the other guys you met tonight are OK, but no more than that.  And while on the subject of the President, I ask myself what the fuck he does with his tool when he is dressed. How the hell does he dock it? It’s a great piece of meat in action, but I reckon that it can just get a tad too big. It becomes an encumbrance to cart around all the time. I reckon that you and I have got just the right size of male-meat: big but not too big and deliciously attractive to other guys.”

After listening to these words of praise, Greg said to Ben: “Listen stud, I feel a lot more relaxed now than I did when we left the frat. house, so, if you fancy a nightcap, how about it?”  Ben, always willing, agreed and they went straight to Ben’s bedroom, where Greg did the honours and gave his new friends arse a really good dose of his much admired organ.  Ben then reciprocated and gave Greg’s arse a final goodnight fuck, the two young studs fell asleep lying there totally naked.      

CHAPTER 6 

Greg did not see Ben or visit the FraternityHouse anymore that week. His initiation had been on the Wednesday and on Thursday evening after classes he worked out alone at the gym. On Friday he could not wait to get across the bay to San Francisco to spend the weekend with Larry, whom he had already realised was a much more important person in his life than Ben or any of the Omega Phi community would ever be.

Greg was glad to have met Ben and to be a member of the fraternity, as he did not want to be alone in Berkeley and he had already realised that sex played a very important and now, indispensable role, in his life. The idea of spending the week in Berkeley without being able to fuck or be fucked was an unbearable thought.  Greg had been caught hook, line and sinker in the thrall of gay sex and in the space of a few brief weeks he had realised that he could not do without regular sex with another guy.  But he equally realised that the sex he had with Ben and the fraternity studs did not in any way compare with the satisfaction which came from being with Larry.  Larry was something special; the two young men had clicked more or less from the moment they had met.

Larry, for his part, had been very nervous when Greg had gone off the college. Like Greg, he too had found in Greg that something which he had hitherto not found in any other sex partner. He loved his job as an NBA at Ringboy’s Gym, but fucking the clients as he did on a regular basis compared in no way with the  satisfaction that sex with Greg brought him.  And Larry also realised that even when he was with his NBA friends at the gym, Liam, Sven and even Chris, his boss, sex with them was not the same as sex with Greg; sex with Greg was really something else: an act on a totally different level.

So when Greg had recounted his meeting and friendship with Ben, Larry had already felt the first pangs of jealousy; he did not want to lose Greg to a newcomer.  But neither guy had actually declared to the other exactly how he felt about his partner.  Greg knew already that Larry was intended for him and Larry knew equally that Greg was the partner for him; but so far neither of them had voiced his feelings to the other. Greg had allayed Larry’s unspoken fear that Ben was a potential interloper by telling Larry that he needed sex during the week when Larry and he could not be together. Ben and the Omega Phi guys provided a pressure release valve to allow him to satisfy his sexual needs: no more; no less.

Greg tried to explain: “Look upon my sex life during the week in Berkeley as being exactly the same as yours here in San Francisco at the gym. OK, you service clients as part of your job; but just think about it Larry, if you had not a regular supply of arseholes eager to dock your cock, what would you do?  I tell you, Larry; you would have to find some means of satisfying your sex needs otherwise you would go crazy.  We are both highly-sexed guys and we both need regular live sex; jerking off is not a substitute. So I have Ben and the Omega Phi crowd and you have the clients at the gym; and then there are Sven and Liam with whom you also have sex.  There is no difference; neither group of relationships compares with what we have together.”

Larry felt somewhat reassured by Greg’s remarks and was eager to hear all about the initiation process into Omega Phi. “Well, it was not at all bad, apart from the paddling which left my arse a bit on the tender side. But in summary, I was first blindfolded and then fucked hard, first by Ben and later again by the President, who has a monumental fuck-stick between his legs, by the way. And then, after each stroke of the paddle, each guy gave me a quick feel of his own cock up my arse, by way of a welcome.”

“So Larry, I guess you could say that I left the initiation ceremony with a very sore arse: well fucked, I admit, but nevertheless, very sore. So, my friend, go easy on me this evening when we are in bed together. Don’t get me wrong; it was not at all bad and it was great to know that I had been accepted into a gay community in Berkeley, where I had just arrived and knew absolutely nobody.  So, don’t let’s knock it.  I need them during the week as much they seem to need me. But you know what Larry, apart from Ben and the President, none of the guys I have so far met had really impressive credentials. I can tell you that Chris would not employ any of them here in the gym; they just do not have the size.  It brought home to me how exceptional you and I and the other NBAs are. I can see why we got invited to that party last weekend; those guys wanted to experience some really big cocks.”

“On the subject,” said Larry, “I have some news for you.  Daniel and his crowd have clearly put the word around that we were sort of available with the result that I have had a request from another of the clients at the gym, a guy called Theo, whom I know by sight only. He wants us to animate, was the way he put it, a little gathering this Sunday afternoon. It’s to be in the same hotel as last time, which I guess might just be a regular setting for such gatherings.  But there is an interesting twist: this group does not just want gay sex: it wants us to discipline them.”

 “In simple words they want you and me to beat their arses, either with a cane or a strap or paddle or whatever, and then give them a post-paddling dose of cock. At least that is what I think they want. What do you think? It’s all very kinky and is something I had never thought of myself, but listen up; these guys are offering us $1000 each for the afternoon: a sum not to be sneezed at by the likes of us.  What do you think?”

Greg paused for thought for a few seconds: “Well, the first thing I think we should do is to clear any further paid adventures with clients of the gym with Chris. After all he may not want us doing work on the side with his clients. And let’s face it, he pays me to work Saturdays in the gym, for a job which I hardly consider as work and you are a fulltime employee. So, let’s be sure he is OK with the idea of our working on the side; but, subject to that, I’m all for it.  I have to say, I have never ever thought of what it might be like to whack another guy’s arse; it’s an intriguing thought though!  In fact, Larry, I’ve never ever paddled anyone in my life. I’ve been paddled quite a number of times myself at school and again, just this week at the Omega Phi initiation ceremony; but I do know that there are lots of guys who really enjoy masochistic pursuits, including having themselves beaten.  Just imagine it; you beat a guy’s naked arse and then fuck it.  That has to be one hell of an erotic experience for the guy doing the beating and the subsequent fucking. I know I would enjoy it as I am already getting hard right now just thinking about it; so in the flesh it just has to be a great experience. So if that’s what these guys want, then why not? We might just take to it! I’m already beginning to feel a bit kinky myself.”

Larry said, laughingly, “For a relative newcomer to gay sex, Greg, I have to say that you seem to have caught the bug.  My God, you are becoming insatiable; a potential sex-maniac. But listen stud, you are really great at it; you are blessed with superb equipment; so I agree, if the demand is there, why not use it? Anyway I’ll clear it with Chris;  I doubt he will object; after all we are not siphoning off his customers; we are just providing a service which goes beyond anything the gym offers; so where’s the harm?”

Chris had no objections to Greg and Larry servicing clients on the side and so it was agreed that they would spend the Sunday afternoon and try to satisfy their unknown clients’ kinky needs.  The venue was again a suite in the same posh San Francisco hotel and again lots of bottles of champagne were in evidence. Greg and Larry saw only one familiar face among the six guys assembled there.  He was one of the gym’s clients, a man called Theo. What he did outside his visits to Ringboy’s Gym they had no idea, but it was obvious that he and his companions were all very well heeled. Names were exchanged, but promptly forgotten and then Theo invited them to strip and the client group did the same.   

Once their clients saw Greg and Larry’s physical credentials, particularly their sexual endowments there were several murmurs of appreciation and one guy ventured a wolf whistle. 

“OK guys,” began Theo, “Daniel has told us all about your prowess at servicing the sexual needs of other men and I think that we can all see that you two are certainly well equipped to do that.  But, our group today has a different need, as I am sure you have been informed: we enjoy being beaten and then having our shredded and sore arses fucked. It may all sound a bit strange, but as you two guys are both professional sex workers, I am sure that you have seen it all before. So please don’t judge us as there is no accounting for a guy’s sexual preferences and perversions; call it what you will; but what you think of as a perversion, we think of as a pleasure. So, what we want you to do, is to give each of our arses a really good thrashing.  Many people call it a spanking, but what we want from you guys is something all together more vigorous; we want to experience real pain and finish up with burning hot arses when you have finished.  And then we want you two guys to give each of us some anal stimulation: to fuck our arses as hard as you can.”

“Now, as far as what are usually called the tools of the trade are concerned, well we have already taken care of that. There is a selection all the classic implements of corporal chastisement laid out in the next room.  Each of us has our own preference for one or other of the implements, so you guys will experience quite a variety as you work over our arses.  Now, there are six of us and two of you, so what we propose is that you beat two of us at a time, synchronizing your strokes, so that there is a sense of drama in what we are doing.” 

“Then when you have finished paddling the first two of us, you can each exercise your cocks on our arses and give us a really good hard butt fuck. Now guys don’t be shy; don’t bold back, either with the beatings or with your anal sex work.  We all want a really hard beating leading to a very sore arse, which we then want fucking as hard as you can manage it.  And just looking at you two studs, I reckon that you can really deliver the goods with your man-meat, which is terrific, by the way.”

Greg and Larry had listened to this very direct but clear statement of instructions in utter silence.  It was hard to believe what they had just been instructed to do; but there it was. That was what the clients wanted and as they were paying royally for the privilege of having their arses beaten and fucked, that was what Greg and Larry now prepared to do.

What was surprising was that apart from Theo, who as a client of the gym clearly worked out quite a bit, all the other guys were just normal looking, run-of-the-mill males. They were all clearly in their early thirties, but not one of them had any pretensions to be a sexual stud or a body builder.  Somehow, looking at them it was hard to believe that such a normal looking group of young men got their sexual kicks out of what was about to happen. And, more importantly, that they were prepared to pay for it! But as Larry remarked later, splitting the $2000 fee for the afternoon’s enjoyment, worked out at less than $350 per head, which was less than a top level prostitute charged in San Francisco.

Larry then said: “Listen guys, can we get settled who wants to be beaten with which implement so that we know what we are doing.  And also, just how many strokes, hits, cuts or whatever you want to call them, does each of you want applied to your arse.  Look, Greg and I are quite comfortable with the post-beating anal work: it’s more or less our stock-in-trade; but frankly, this is the first time we have ever been asked to beat a guy’s arse before fucking it.  Don’t get me wrong; it sounds absolutely terrific; but come on guys, give us some guidance as to exactly what you want.”

“Look, you two studs, the reason we got you here is because we knew that you were, by reputation, two excellent cocks-men and that it the most difficult thing to be sure of.  We don’t want to have our arses flogged and then be shafted by some some miserable pathetic little cock; we want a real good, hard, professional fuck, which is why you are here. Now, each of us will show you the implement of choice and from past experience we all feel that to give a guy’s arse a really good beating needs twenty four strokes. That might sound a lot, but believe me guys, we’ve been here before and that is what we need to satisfy us. So there you have it. And, just let me add that if any us  howl, take no notice; just press on regardless; pain is the name of the game; it’s the pain we want; so just lay it on as hard as you can.”

“So guys, we’ve drawn lots as to who goes with whom and the order of, shall we call it, service? So, after you have dealt with the first two of us, we will have a pause and something to drink, before proceeding further.  Your first two suppliants are Mike and me.  Mike will have his arse beaten with a cane and I will have my own butt thoroughly birched. So all you have to decide is which of you is going to wield which implement of chastisement.”  And with no more ado, Theo handed over the two vicious looking tools. Greg took the cane and Larry the birch and the two suppliants bent across he backs of two chairs which had been placed in the middle of the room and waited for the show to begin.   

Before starting, Larry said: “Gentlemen, as Theo has told you both Greg and I are professional sex-workers, and as such we have certain standards which we stick to.  So, gentleman if you would bear with us, we are first of all going to lubricate your arses and rectums by injection of a lubricant which will make the act of anal intercourse more comfortable for you. And, I have to tell you also that we always practise safe sex so that we shall each use a fresh condom for each individual sex act we perform with you. I know all this might sound very clinical, but Theo has called a spade a spade in telling us what you guys wanted from us, in very clear and unambiguous terms; so please accept that we too have certain requirements.”

Theo added, addressing his friends: “It’s all right guys. This is exactly how all the bodybuilding assistants at Ringboy’s Gym work; Lubes and condoms are obligatory: safe sex is their permanent order of the day.”  Then turning to Greg and Larry: “So guys, can we get to work and let’s see and hear some butt being beaten and get down to some hard anal sex, which is why we are all here.”

As the idea was to thrash two guys at once with coordinated strokes, albeit with two different implements, Greg and Larry placed two chairs with their leather clad seats facing each other and motioned for the two first suppliants to bend across the backs. And then, as both Greg and Larry were right-handed, they positioned themselves so that they faced each other allowing them to apply the strokes with their right hands, whilst observing each other.  The two young studs had made no preparation of how they were going to proceed, but things went very smoothly, as if by clockwork. Each stud tapped his weapon across his target arse and then Larry gave Greg a nod and simultaneously they each raised their implement and brought it down with resounding force on their respective target.

The swishing noises each different implement of punishment made as it descended through the air and the thwack it produced as it landed on its target were quite different.  As the four onlookers saw, Theo had ordered a severe thrashing for himself and his friends and that is exactly what they got.  The cane, applied by Greg, produced a livid red weal at its first stroke, whilst the birch spread its individual twigs across a wide area of naked flash raising a red patch immediately. Both suppliants drew a wincing breath but were otherwise silent.

As if by natural instinct, Greg and Larry waited several seconds, possibly five or six, between each successive stroke, to give their targets time to appreciate the full effect of what they had just received.  Then, repeating the tapping movement, the two young beaters selected the next target area and again at Larry’s nod coordinated their strokes yet again.

And so it went on and on, until the two suppliant arses were completely covered with livid weals: well defined and in regular order from the cane: more dispersed but covering the entire target area, from the birch.  The two suppliants endured this horribly punishing beating in compete silence: it really was precisely what they had asked for. Greg looked at his handy work and was glad to have been the beater and not the beaten, for it must have been absolute agony for the recipients. But as had been said earlier, there was no accounting for sexual taste.

Greg and Larry had clearly been sexually aroused themselves by their efforts, for by the time they had finished wielding their weapons of flagellation, both young men were sporting enormous rock-hard erections. So, any fear that either of them might have had that they would be incapable of carrying through and fucking the butts they had just beaten were groundless.  Theo and Mike remained in place over the chairs awaiting the reception of their young flagellators’cocks up their arses.  The two young studs each quickly rolled on a condom and then proceeded to give the man he had just beaten a thorough dose of what is so often called anal stimulation, but which was in fact the violently vigorous, anal fuck that the clients craved.

It is doubtful if any of the onlookers, let alone the two present recipients of the massive fuck-sticks which were being thrust in and out of their anuses had ever witnessed or experienced anything quite like it.  Larry and Gregg were both exceptionally well-endowed but they too had been so aroused by the beatings they had just given that their cocks were abnormally hard and distended. The two young studs were completely driven by what they were now doing; all caution was thrown to the wind as they increased the force and length of their cock strokes in a state of complete euphoria. What they were doing was, of course, for the client’s benefit, but it was clear that both Greg and Larry were enjoying themselves enormously.

By any standards their performances were virtuoso demonstrations of butt fucking, which ended in two enormous climaxes, which Greg and Larry achieved simultaneously, as they shot their loads into their respective clients. But Theo and Mike also climaxed with huge ejaculations of sperm all over the seats of the two chairs.  All four participants, fuckers and fuckees alike, in this unique display of corporal punishment followed by really hard anal sex, collapsed out of breath by the sheer effort of what they had just done. 

“Thank God,” thought Larry, “That there is to be a pause to recuperate before we start on the next pair. Who would believe what Greg and I have just done to these two guys could be so utterly exhausting?”  So the entire company sat around naked, drinking champagne, which flowed endlessly.     

And so the show went on. The next two clients had chosen the birch and a razor strop. This time Greg applied the birch and Larry the razor strop. By the time they had finished, their clients’ arses were completely covered with raw weals, but that is what these guys wanted.  Greg himself had wondered if either he or Larry would be able to raise their meat to give the guys the eagerly awaited, post-flagellation fuck, but there was no problem and both clients arose from their chairs completely satisfied that they had been well and truly fucked by two magnificent young studs, each of whom had a cock to die for. In fact the act of thrashing naked arse whilst standing there naked themselves proved a very potent erotic act so hard cocks were no problem.

The final round was back to the original configuration with Larry using the birch and Greg the cane on the final two guys.  When it was all over, the hotel waiters brought in a rather sumptuous buffet of cold dishes. As had happened the previous week, the fact that their customers were a group of naked men did not seem in any way to faze the hotel staff. So Greg wondered if such gatherings as the one they had just experienced were regular features. He sort of felt that they were, reinforced by that fact that all the chairs were leather covered: a sort of sperm proof surface, which could be cleaned up easily.  Yes, it looked very much as if this hotel catered for gay events and made provision to control and deal with  the sticky mess which so often accompanied them.

The two young men left with a $1000 each and showered by thanks and expressions of complete satisfaction from their six clients. Greg said to Larry: “You know, Larry, I really enjoyed myself this afternoon, I never thought that I could take pleasure in thrashing someone else’s arse, but, and I hang my head in shame to admit it, but I did. My God that was easily the most erotic experience I have ever had. Just imagine it; we beat naked arse almost raw and then had the pleasure of fucking it. And to cap it all, we were paid to do it! Does it ever get better than that? Boy, was that a great experience.”

That evening, Greg decided that he would again stay over with Larry and drive back early Monday to his classes at Berkeley.  At the end of the day, even though he had had a great afternoon – in  fact they both had, as Larry agreed with him totally –  Greg wanted to nuzzle up to Larry in bed and for the two of them to indulge in some gentle sex together.  And that is, of course what they did, as both young men were head over heels in a still undeclared love, for each other. Something had to happen: but what and when?   

CHAPTER 7 

It was one Wednesday evening in Berkeley and Greg was in the middle of fucking his university friend, Ben, who had become his weekday sex partner, when his mobile rang.  With his cock still deeply engaged in Ben’s anus, he reached over to the side table where he had left the phone and answered it: it was Larry.  “Larry, you’ve just got me at a bad moment, right now; I’ll call you back in about an hour. OK?”  Greg brought himself and and Ben to a climax and then said to Ben: “Listen pal, we’ve got to call it a day there. That was my buddy, Larry who just called. He sounded a bit agitated and I think I need to talk to him right away.  Can we take a rain check on a return bout,” to which Ben agreed; somewhat reluctantly it has to be said, for once they got started Greg and Ben usually went the whole hog and spent the fukk evening sucking and fucking each other.

Greg got a rather frosty piece of Larry’s mind when he called him back. “I know what you were doing when I called and why you fobbed me off. You were either fucking your pal Ben or vice-versa. Either way, I think it is quite disgusting. Where the fuck am I supposed to fit in now that you have taken up with Ben? Talk about fidelity; it doesn’t seem to be a word that you understand.”  And on and went a torrent of invective, to which Greg listened in utter silence. 

 When Larry had finally vented his spleen to his satisfaction, Greg said: “Larry, I think you are jealous of Ben and me.”

“Fuck you, you faithless sod. What makes you think that I am jealous of you and Ben? What do I care whether you fuck each other or not?  You can do fucking well what you like. Fuck each other into the ground for all I care. I don’t give a fucking damn.” And the torrent of harsh words, interpolated with the “f” word, continued.  It was quite clear that Larry was incensed by Greg’s extra-curricular sexual activities, as he saw them and on and on he went.

When he had finished Greg now realised that Larry was absolutely furious about what he saw to be the competition for his affection. In fact, strange though it might sound,  this vituperative outpouring was the first true declaration of the love Larry had developed for Greg; a love that both of them had inwardly felt for each other but which neither of them had until that moment expressed.  Well, that phone call when Greg had been caught in what Larry clearly considered to be flagrante delicto, brought matters to a head.

“Larry, you are jealous of me and Ben; you really are.”

By now sobbing with emotion, Larry said: “Fuck you, Greg.  I am not jealous, not at all.  But you have no thought for my feelings at all. I am just a convenience for you; you are treating me like a door mat: like dirt!”  There was a long silence during which Greg waited patiently to hear what Larry would say next. “OK Greg, I admit it then. I am insanely jealous of you and Ben. I thought that you and I had a thing going for us and now it seems that you are abandoning me in favour of an interloper. Just look at it, Greg, from my point of view; we see each other just at the weekend and Ben is around all week; how do I know you’re not fucking each other every night? How the fuck do you think I feel Greg? Come on, I’m only human and I don’t just want to be dropped because you have found someone else.  Are you dropping me? I don’t want that to happen. Don’t you realise Greg, that I love you. You are the only person I have ever felt that way about. I just don’t want to lose you to someone else.”

So there it finally was:  Larry had made a very clear declaration; the declaration of a sentiment that both young men felt for each other, but which until now  had never been put into words; But brought to a head by the present events. Larry had finally said it: he loved Greg and did not want to lose him.

Greg now realised that Larry’s outpourings had crystallized his own thoughts and that the love expressed by Larry for him was mutual. Events had now forced him to face what he had known for some time to be a fact: he and Larry were just made for one another.  Oil had now to be poured on troubles waters, so Greg began: “Larry you and I have something special each weekend but we both know that neither of us can go without sex during the week, when we are not together. So I have a casual relationship with Ben and from time to time with some of the guys at the Omega Phi fraternity and you get plenty of sex yourself in your job at the gym. After all, one of the main functions of the NBA is to satisfy the clients’ cravings.”

“Yes, Greg, I understand that, but the sort of sex you and I have together is not to be compared with what I do at the gym.  That is just a job, nothing more. But you and Ben, well it’s just too intimate; I know you need to fuck during the week but you don’t have to do it with a guy who lives in the next apartment to you. Come on Greg, just think how I feel.  The sex you and I have together is something special: quite different from the sex I have in my job at work or even the sex you and I have had with paying clients these past few weeks.  It is just not the same. That you must surely see.”

And see it, Greg really did. He knew that when he and Larry were together, it was a totally different kettle of fish to what happened at the gym or when they were being paid to perform for clients at their parties.  In his own mind he saw his activities with Ben in the same light, but clearly Larry did not.  Larry had become the jealous lover, which was somewhat flattering for Greg’s ego; he was wanted! “Larry; I do love you andwouod hate to lose you; so can we drop this for now and take it up again when I come on Friday?”

“That is why I was calling you when I found you fucking Ben, which completely distracted me. Listen buddy, you and I are in great demand. Word has gone out on the grape-view and we have a another commission, if you want to do it, to animate – their  word, not mine – a private party this Friday evening, starting at eight. And then I have had two other requests: one for Saturday evening and another for Sunday afternoon  and evening.” 

“Lord knows how word has got around so quickly, but the demand for the sort of services we are able to provide are clearly in great demand. And make no mistake; these guys are prepared to shell out plenty to have us around.  Are you up for it? I really need an answer right now, as I have got to confirm the Friday job tonight. And if we do the Friday night thing, can you be there in time?  Oh, and by the way, it’s big bucks again; $700 each for Friday and $1000 each for Saturday and a whacking $1500 each for Sunday.  These guys are all millionaires and cash is no problem. What they want is some young muscle and big cock around to titillate their jaded sex buds and they are prepared to pay for it.  Greg, we seem to have the basis of a good little business here.  So what do you say: yes or no?” 

And that is how it all began.  Greg, of course, agreed to the three successive jobs.  Larry and Greg came back from the Friday night session and spent half the night in a tight copulative embrace. in Larry’s bed.  Each young stud fucked the other until both were utterly exhausted.  If Larry had had doubts about Greg, then this night together totally dispelled them. Greg gave Larry’s hole the most monumentally thorough bare back fuck he had ever experienced as he shot a seemingly endless stream of his sperm into Larry.  When he had finished they were truly united as one and it was from from that moment on, that it was clear that Larry and Greg had become an item. A few weeks later, Greg made a momentous decision to ditch his college studies and move in with Larry.  

Chris Newman, the owner of Ringboy’s Gym, had got started in much the same way as Greg; he too had dropped out of college and moved in with Serge Wolinski, a guy he had first met in a bar. Like Larry and Greg, the two had realised that they were meant for each other and the rest is history.  So, Chris was quite sympathetic towards Greg’s decision and agreed to let him and Larry work five mornings a week as NBAs in the gym, leaving the afternoons and evenings free for the two of them to develop what was quickly to become a very successful Male Escort service. 

It was a winner from the word go, as both Larry and Greg had all the right physical attributes: good muscles and big cocks, to attract rich guys who wanted some form of gay sexual stimulation. Within one year from starting, Greg and Larry were earning enough from their activities to leave Ringboy’s and concentrate their entire efforts on the further development of their Male Escort business.  As Greg said to Larry:  “You know, Larry, we are actually getting paid for something we love doing. But you were right; when we have sex together, it is something quite different to what we feel when we get paid for our efforts and that is what makes our relationship so very specia; we love one another and are truly and item.”

THE END 

If you have enjoyed this series of three related stories, you might enjoy reading my seven part SEBASTIAN series of which the first part, SEBASTIAN’S SCHOOLDAYS was posted on February 16th 2018