The Competition

I am a ceramic artist. Although the functional pieces paid the rent, my more artistic creations drive my passion. Thankfully, these pieces also do very well, and I exhibit them successfully in numerous galleries.

Fortuitously, when my favourite, unmarried aunt of mine passed away and left me an appreciable amount of money, I was able to make my lifelong fantasy a reality. Much as I loved city life, with all the gay bars, clubs, and saunas at my disposal, I yearned for the solitude that I believed would fuel my artistic passions. 

Once I had received my inheritance, I fervently began to explore my next move. My first port of call was an artist community called Brayton, generally referred to as Gayton. Gay couples predominated, and despite what I believed would be a perfect fit, Brayton left me stone cold. Brayton seemed infested with nauseating pretentious queens. The final nail in the coffin was when I got told about the regular drag parties, which appeared to be the highlight of their existence.

My next visit was to an artist community of far more earthy individuals, most of whom I discerned were straight. A highlight of my visit to this village was the pub and grill that oozed with agrarian masculinity. The farmer types I encountered were breathtaking. Best of all, the property I saw that day suited my requirements perfectly.

The home was old-fashioned but could transform to suit my needs with minimal effort. Best of all, there was a spacious double garage with three-phase electricity, perfect for my kiln. It seemed a no-brainer, and I instantly made an offer on the place.

Several weeks later, I moved into my new abode. My transition proved to be seamless, and shortly, I was one of the popular stops for visitors in the village. I, naturally, continued to supply regular customers and soon realized I had made a good decision. The locals took to me warmly, and the other artists lauded my addition to their community.      

Best of all, the pub and grill soon became the centre of my weekly routine. I particularly loved Saturday evenings, when things got a little rough. The farmers loved letting off steam on these evenings when the men generally visited on their own because the pub was too coarse for women. For me, however, this was perfection.

After nine p.m., only the guys remained at the pub. Angus, the barman, was very lenient with the men because drunk males are great tippers, and he never tried to urge the patrons to go home. As these evenings progressed, inhibitions became negligible. One of my first magical experiences was when I witnessed a pissing contest.

The competition was to see which man could piss the furthest.  Crude as this was, I was delighted to be a part of the action. I did not enter the competition that evening and decided that I would merely be an observer.  

The contest got held outside, at the back of the pub. To my delight, a floodlight illuminated the proceedings magnificently. The incentive for the competition was that the winner would not have to pay for his drinks after that. I unquestionably offered to be one of the benefactors in this regard. The completion took place outside on a large gravel area and so measurements could effortlessly get recorded.   

The entertainment was glorious, as one after the next man hurled out his dick to set the standard. As you would expect, I made sure to be as close as possible to the participants. Although I saw some impressive dicks, the winner was a below-average individual who produced the most spectacular steam of piss I had ever seen. The episode was mesmerizing and nurtured all my voyeuristic inclinations.

Once I got home that evening, I almost dismembered myself as I recalled the dicks I had seen that evening.

Several weeks later, an even more exhilarating treat awaited me.

One of the legends of the community was a man named Barry. Barry had the dick of death. Thus far, he had never got defeated at the bar in a cock contest. As he entered the bar, there was a murmur about this local, donkey dick celebrity.

“I’m thirsty… Is there anyone prepared to take me on tonight?” Barry challengingly proffered in bravado.

What astonished me was the excitement of the entire group of straight me in the pub. It was as though they could not wait to see Barry’s dick once more.

As it so happened, I was sitting next to Andre, easily the most handsome young man in the village.

“Fuck, Lesley, you’ve got to see this guy’s big dick,” Andre gushed before adding, “The free drinks are well-worth paying for.”

I was astonished. Much as I had always dreamed of fucking Andre, it had never entered my mind that he may be willing to walk on the wild side. His wide-eyed excitement, however, made me wonder about him. His dad, Gary, was also one of the sexiest men I had ever seen, and one of my fantasies was to have a sexual encounter with the two of them. As I sat there dumbfounded, it occurred to me that Gary had always been playfully salacious in our former meetings. Everyone knew I was gay, and I wondered if Gary was merely sending me up.

“Jesus, am I imagining too much?” I questioned myself.  

As I looked into Andre’s eyes, I felt a blossoming escalation of lust.

“Do you have a big cock?” Andre hornily inquired.

Although I was no donkey, I did have a well-above-average dick.

“Don’t be shy… Even if you lose, it’ll be worth it,” Andre assured me.

In a WTF moment, I threw my glove into the ring.

Rising to the occasion, Angus soon had a porno video playing on the television. The video could not have been hotter, as a group of men coerced a female into a hectic group sex encounter. The huffing and puffing of all the people present soon paid dividends as crotches got surreptitiously stroked.

The scenario was mesmerizing, and I wholeheartedly joined in. Andre immediately offered his services as the MC and was the official: ‘measurer’ for the four participants. Unsurprisingly, Barry once more emerged victoriously, and to be honest, his reputation was without equal. As I focussed on his eleven-inch dick, my nine inches looked silly. I did get an honorary mention for being the runner-up. Best of all, my cock, definitely impressed Andre.  

As always, Barry had won the day. When he commenced imbibing his free drinks, Andre looked at me and said, “Barry is not a nice guy. He is a bully and regularly fucks up his wife. She has had more blue-eyes than there are bluebottles at high tide.”   

When the bar closed and we were all leaving, I walked to my home diagonally across the road. As I was about to lock my gate, a truck pulled up as the lights blinded me. As I blinked in discomfort, the lights turned off before a figure joined me. As my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, a voice asked, “Can I come in for a nightcap?”

After opening the gate, Andre slipped in.

“I’m a little drunk… May I sleep on your couch tonight?” Andre asked.

Hopeful as I was at this point, I did not want to get ahead of myself.

“As long as you behave,” I mischievously retorted.

“Oh, fuck… I’ll do my best,” Andre impishly countered.

As we entered my home, all misgivings I had got answered when he blatantly asked, “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yeah, very much,” I retorted.

“Are you a rough daddy?” he inquired.

“If you like… Do you have an out word?” I questioned.

“No. I don’t like mercy,” he proffered.

“Mmm, you might regret that,” I excitedly countered.

“Make me your bitch, daddy,” Andre challenged.

I cannot describe the emotion that overcame me, but inexplicably, I turned into an animal. After pulling Andre’s t-shirt off him, I pushed his shorts down before shoving his body face down over the back of my sofa.

“Oh, shit, I’d better get some lube,” I enquired before ravaging his arsehole.

“No!” Andre roared before adding, “Put it in dry.”

Andre was as hairy as I hoped he would be, and his furry bubble butt was breathtaking. After I spread his globes, the pink starfish almost made me convulse with lust. Using my hand as a splint, I placed my dick at his portal before my horny hips gave an almighty shove.    

Andre’s trembling body and the unearthly grunts emanating from him were glorious. To add to the drama, I swung my arms like pendulums and spanked his backside vigorously. Andre loved this, and his grunts soon turned to murmurs of contentment. Caught up in the moment, I also commenced a barrage of verbal abuse as I viciously plowed his arse. The entire scenario was fan fuckin’ tastic, and I soon had to start calming myself down to avoid cumming too quickly. I was having one of the best fucks of my life!

As my resolve began to wane, I eventually had to give in to my lust and shot a massive load in his butt. In the melee, Andre had also taken hold of his needs and ejaculated on the floor.

As we stood huffing and puffing, I said, “You don’t have to sleep on the couch tonight.”

Afterward, we each had a cold glass of water.

When we moved into the bedroom, Andre immediately lay on his back with his head hanging off the bottom of the bed. Without hesitation, I leaned over him, with my cock touching his lips. In an evening of surprises, a skull-fucking now commenced.   

I did not go as crazy as I had earlier but soon became astonished by his oral skills. Andre was a cocksucker of note, and shortly my dick was caressing the back of his throat. Andre showed excellent communication skills with his hands as they moved back and forth on my hips. Having taken the edge off my lust earlier, I was determined to make the face-fucking last longer. Joyfully, Andre was equal to the task, and I could not believe how accommodating his mouth and throat were.

As I started playing with his dick and balls, Andre’s fingers began caressing my butthole. Andre had a respectable uncut cock, and I wondered if he would eventually ask to fuck me as well.   

As we comfortably ambled ever onward, his deft hand gestures began to communicate that he wanted me to cum in his mouth. Clear as it was that he was staying the night, I began to allow my climax to build gradually. When I finally unloaded, I quickly lowered my torso and commenced sucking his dick. Simultaneously, my right hand moved to his backside before I fingered his arse. Soon after, Andre started growling as he unloaded into my mouth.

What I would learn that night was that Andre was insatiable. We had sex a further three times, and each time the duration escalated substantially. He also made it clear that he was strictly a bottom.

Early the following, morning as we drank coffee and ate anchovy toast, I was determined to find out about the other possibilities in the neighbourhood.

As I began to question him, Andre seemed very guarded, informing me that all the other men he had sex with were married guys, who would be very upset to learn that he had spilled the beans. Much as I assured him about my discretion, he would not break his silence.

Happily, I did see Andre regularly after that, and he stayed over frequently.

A week or so later, I did discover who one of his other ‘play pals’ was. As Andre and I sat drinking our beers at the pub, Big Willy, one of the locals, entered the pub and joined us. Big Willy was a giant of a man.

As we chatted, Big Willy nonchalantly looked at Andre and said, “My wife had gone to visit her sister for a couple of weeks.”

Not long after, Big Willy finished his beer and departed.

“Oh, well, I had better also get on my way,” Andre uttered several minutes later.

As he bid me farewell, I gave him a knowing smile. Andre shyly shrugged his shoulders before turning and departing.

The following evening I decided to have a quick meal at the pub. Once I had eaten, Gary, Andre’s dad, entered the pub and invited me to join him for a drink.

“So, Lesley, are you settling in well?” Gary politely asked.

“Lesley, I know that Andre often pops into your place. If he becomes a nuisance, just let me know. You are, obviously, generous with booze and that like a moth to a flame for Andre,” Gary matter-of-factly stated.

“Don’t worry, Gary, I can handle it… By the way, where is your boy tonight?” I rhetorically asked.

“He is over at Big Willy’s place. Andre is very good with computers, and Big Willy needs some help. Needless to say, after the computer stuff gets done, they will no doubt get pissed, so I don’t think he’ll be home tonight,” Gary concluded.

After another bit of mindless banter, Gary got a naughty look on his face and said, “Oh, I believe I must congratulate you for coming second to Barry. I heard that you put up a worthy challenge. Andre was very impressed.”

I casually shrugged noncommittally.

Gary’s demeanour now began to change, and there was a salaciousness to his bearing. His eyes also kept focussing on my crotch as his hands constantly stroked his forearms and thighs suggestively.

I could also feel myself becoming horny and decided to test the water. From the first time I had seen the father and son duo, they had attracted me. Gary, the father, however, had always appealed to me the most.

‘Jesus,’ I thought to myself, ‘Am I going to get lucky again?’

I then decided to go on a fishing expedition. Luckily, the bar was quiet and we were on the side with minimum traffic. The barman was also on the far side of the bar, engrossed in a conversation with a patron.

Next, when Gary’s attention got diverted by a friend across the room, I slipped my underpants down under my balls and let my dick hang loose in the shorts I was wearing. After altering my seating position, I now faced Gary face on and let my cock do its thing. In no time, the blood was working its magic as the bulge began to grow impressively. With my legs wide open, it was not long before Gary really had something noteworthy to observe.

If his earlier stares had a modicum of subtlety, his eyes were now practically watering with lust. In an ultimate bit of torment, I let my index finger run up and down the fabric covering my dick.

“Would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap, Gary?” I asked in a mischievous murmur.

Gary’s mouth was so dry with horniness that he had to use his tongue to generate the spit needed to respond positively. 

Once I arrived at my home, I soon saw Gary’s truck pull up at my gate. I was so horny by now that my cock was leaking precum like a faucet.

After handing Gary a beer, he amazed me by getting down to business immediately.

“Listen, Lesley, I have long suspected that Andre plays on both sides of the fence. Can you confirm that?”

“Why don’t you ask Andre?” I asked.

As Gary imploringly looked at me, I retorted, “Gary, I am not going to discuss Andre with you, just as I won’t discuss you with Andre,”  

After taking a sip of his beer, Gary tried a different tactic. “Well, are you going to at least show me?” 

Cutting to the chase, I decided to speed up things. “Gary, take off all your clothes and hug the back of that sofa,” I said as I pointed out the direction.

Gary very gingerly began to undress. By village standards, he and his son were short, only five-foot-eight-inches-tall. Once Gary was naked, I had a good look at him. He had the same shaped body as Andre, but understandably, slightly stockier and hairier. I now began to strip as I observed a horny shyness on his face, as his eyes locked onto my cock.

“Should I show you exactly what I did to Andre?” I asked in a gravelly growl.

After he nodded, I said, “Then hug the back of that sofa.”

As he did as instructed, I looked at the same bandy legs that Andre had before moving up behind him. Once I started caressing his back and hips, the same animalistic demeanour that I displayed with Andre returned.

“Your son is a horny little slut, who likes it rough,” I snarled before adding, “Is his daddy also a bitch like him?”

“Yes,” Gary whimpered.

As I commenced spanking his arse, ecstatic grunts from him began to resound in the room. As I looked down at the forest of fur in his crack, I could not wait to fuck him. I did not even bother to mention lube as my cock slid between the bushy mounds. After my cock located his portal, I gripped his hips and speared straight into him.

After Gary let out an unearthly grunt, I asked if I should stop.

“No, no, nooo,” he whimpered in response.

Having got permission, I then began to stab his arse vigorously. After I slowed down slightly, I lifted his torso and started nibbling on his neck and ears. The sensual moans he now began uttering were breathtaking. 

Not long after that, we moved through to the bedroom before I fucked him in the missionary position. Although Andre had been a good kisser, Gary was outstanding. When I was about to cum, he asked me to do so all over his stomach as he manically tugged on his dick.

Afterward, after we returned to the lounge, he announced that he had better be on his way.

As we said goodbye at the door, Gary said, “I wonder how drunk Andre and are by now?”

With a snigger, I answered, “I wonder how many times Big Willy has fucked Andre by now?”

Gary now looked at me disbelievingly before asking, “How sure are you about that?”

I casually shrugged before he turned and walked to his vehicle. As I watched his taillights disappear, I wondered if my dream about having sex with him and Andre would get realized. I even pondered the possibility of a foursome with Big Willy.