The English Village

It had been all we could afford. Sue my wife had stopped working when the children were born. I was still working as a computer analyst in London but house prices in London were prohibitive. The best we could find was a new build terrace house in a small village in Bedfordshire. Despite the distance from my work, I had my bosses’ agreement that I could work from home several days a week, and this made it more manageable.

The house was in the middle of a terrace of three houses and had what I would describe as two and a half bedrooms. It was at the end of the village on the side of a road which ended a thousand meters further down at a large detached two storey house. It was very quiet, with the only traffic, that serving the needs of the single gentleman that lived in this house.

My daughter had just started at the local village school and my son attended the nursery. I had met Sue in University where we shared the same course in Computer Science. She was very attractive but somewhat shy and withdrawn. She would avoid company and rejected any suitors, of which there were many. It was a total surprise that I seemed to be the only person she was comfortable with. We got married at the end of the course, and our daughter was born a year later.

Our neighbours were a retired man in his late seventies, and a local couple several years younger than us with whom we had established a friendship. Since the children were born Sue had become a lot less self conscience and much more confident in the presence of others.

One of the mornings I walked into the kitchen and Sue was talking to Jane from next door. Having greeted her I busied myself making a cup of coffee. They were already sat at the table drinking and talking. I was distracted, concentrating on preparing my breakfast.

I do not usually listen in to the local gossip but this morning my attention was suddenly aroused. This was something that instantly raised my interest and stimulated my excitement. Jane had a regular job cleaning the house of the gentleman that lived at the end of the lane and knew everything that was happening in the small village in which we lived. I listened as Jane told Sue that on the last weekend of every month, this man had a party, to which he invited his friends. Nothing world shattering there. What held my interest was that the guests were all his gay friends with other special invitees. Jane said that the parties went on until very late in the night, and lowering her voice, was whispering to my wife the details of what happened.

I was desperate to find out and was getting rather embarrassingly excited. I wanted to ask her, but my lack of courage let me down.

Jane went on to say that clearing up after the party was hell, and that all kind of things were left lying around. The fun apparently was not restricted to the house but frequently overspilled into the garden, and surrounding woods and fields.

The girls were deep in conversation hardly noticing my presence in the kitchen. It was clear that they found the idea of all male sex exciting and intriguing. I was finding it hard to hear but some of the words I picked up raised my own level of interest. Words such as “tied up”, “held down”, “fucking” and “cock suck” could not be misheard. My own interest was growing and I felt the weakness that generally takes you over when you come across a man that you find attractive.

I had an erection and it had never taken me so long to make a cup of coffee!

I have never had the courage to discuss my feelings with anybody. Even as a teenager I had a deep felt attraction to older men. My problem is that I have never had the courage to follow my needs. A male friend of my parents became a complete obsession with me but regretfully the attraction was not mutual. That is not to say that I did not encourage him. Many evenings spent alone with him watching the TV after my parents had gone to bed, proved unfruitful. I tried everything from leaning on him to placing my feet over his lap. I was always careful to ensure that my pyjamas concealed very little and frequently placed my hands to push down on the waist to solicit some action on his part. I frequently left the door to my bedroom open while I stripped naked knowing that he would be passing by.

In the end I must have embarrassed him to the point where he stopped coming to visit my parents. I do not think that they ever found out the reason why, or at least they made no mention of it. It was not until after I had left for University that he started to visit again.

Fate can often be cruel. I was always too much of a coward to do what I needed for my own pleasure. I allowed circumstances to dictate what my life would be. This seemed to be the easiest path. I allowed myself to be directed into what seemed to be the safest path.

The problem is that although I have been able to hide my true feelings, my attraction to other men seems to have increased through the years. Marriage and children have had no impact in what has become a permanent thought. I have to find pleasure in the many gay websites on the internet. I love the excitement of chatting with males who are most receptive to my wants. I have often been invited to meet them but remain too scared to do anything about it.

I feel the need to constantly confirm the fact that I am gay and I am attracted to men. I search the internet for ways to test my homosexuality and I get great satisfaction when the results always confirm my thoughts. Sexual dreams are one hundred percent male motivated and mostly involve my being penetrated by older males. I love older men and have little interest in those younger than me. Although I have never put it to the test, I feel most excitement at the idea of submission, and dreams of being defenceless while others have sex with me are most prominent.

With this in mind you will not be surprised at the effect that the girls conversation was having on me. In the end, noticing that they were too involved in their conversation, I did not have to rub myself for long to spill the biggest load of cum down the side of my pants and trousers. As I walked out I noticed Jane looking at me, and the obvious wet patch on my trousers. She did not remark but it seemed to me that you gave me a knowing smile!

I was interested, and not ever having seen the man at the bottom of my road, I was keen to see him. I moved the position of my desk so that I could look out of the window as I worked from home.

It was a couple of weeks before I got to see him. My God he was magnificent. Although I could not explain it, he was the man in many of my dreams! He was tall and thin with a beautifully trimmed moustache. His arms seemed to go on forever and long hands got me thinking of how they would feel over my body. Impeccably dressed in a fitted suit he wore a trilby hat. He walked with a great deal of authority. This was a man who had always commanded others. I came!!!

Over the next weeks I got to know that every Friday he would walk down to the village and return with magazine and newspaper. His timing was exact, and I stood in wait for him. I loved him and needed a plan which would bring me closer to him. I could no longer wait for chance to bring us together, nothing else mattered any more. As time passed I became more and more desperate but this was not helping me establish a plan.

This time fate was in my favour. Sue had taken the children to her parents for the weekend. That Saturday morning the postmen knocked on the door with a parcel for us. As I spoke to him it suddenly cam to me. I asked him if he had any mail for the house at the bottom of the lane. My luck was in, he had several large size envelopes and two parcels. I told him that I was on my way there and I could deliver those for him. When he asked me if I knew Mr. Preston I lied and said I was a very good friend of his. Although a little hesitant I was able to convince him that he could save himself some time, and he handed me the post he needed to deliver. I was trembling like a child. The enormity of what I had done shocked me. I now needed to follow this through.

It was not that this man was a stranger. He was a local and had lived in that house with his parents. I discovered that they had a tragic accident many years ago leaving him to fend for himself. Locals all thought of him as somewhat eccentric but harmless.

In no time at all I had showered and was making my way up the road towards the big house. I was feeling very apprehensive and scared but there was no way I could turn back now. I hoped that he would take control as I questioned my ability to get into his house and gain his confidence. I felt very nervous and the butterflies in my stomach were making me increasingly weaker. I could feel the adrenalin and with each step my legs were becoming weaker.

I struggled to his door and hoped to hell that he would be in. I am not sure I would have been able to make that journey again by myself. After ringing the bell I waited. It seemed like an eternity but eventually he opened the door. He was in his pyjamas with a rather plush morning gown. He stood there looking at me in complete puzzlement and did not say a word. I was so nervous I made a total mess of my introduction mumbling my words incomprehensibly. He told me to take a deep breath and start again. This time I took my time and slowly explained that I lived in the row of terrace houses next door to Jane and that the postman had mistakenly delivered his post to my house. I must have sounded insane and I doubted that he believed my excuse. I was in a state and as he took the letters and parcel from me I waited.

In disbelieve he looked at me and asked me if there was something else? I went red all over and struggled to get my words out again. I was almost in tears. He must have taken pity on me and asked did I want to go in and sit down. I felt embarrassed by my weakness and feared that I had made a very poor impression on him. This was not the kind of man to suffer fools gladly.

I followed him into his dining room where he pulled a chair out for me to sit. After a few minutes with me still unable to say anything he asked me if I would like a cup of tea? I nodded my head in appreciation and watched him go out into the kitchen. I had not improved and when he came out I was a total blabber. He sat to my side and watched as I nervously tried to drink my tea. My hand was shaking and most of it was spilling onto the saucer.

He made an effort to calm me down by asking me personal questions about my life and family. I told him about my wife and children, where we lived, the schools they went to, how old they were, their names and ages. I told him about my work and how it was that we had moved into the village. He asked me about our relationship with Jane and her husband and was interested to know if she had ever spoken about him. I said that I had not really had such a conversation with her and it was my wife that she was close to. He probed into my personal life asking if after six years we still had a happy marriage. He wondered why I had been so nervous when speaking to him, was it something that I had heard?

I denied knowing anything about him other than I had noticed how he went past my house every Friday into the village and had been intrigued. I think he must have seen something in me that he recognised. He could not have been short of experience. He must have met many who like me were unable to hide their weakness. He enquired as to whether my wife had been my first love and had I had any feelings for anybody else? I am not sure that I lied very convincingly.

We must have talked for several hours and I was feeling a little more comfortable in his company. He now knew most things about me but I had gained no new information about him. Although I had been very careful not to give any clues as to why I was there, he was very adept at asking questions and I felt sure that he had learnt far more than I thought.

He asked me about the computer work I did, and was interested in what I had to say. It was at this stage that he asked me if I knew anything about VPN? Pleased to see that I did he took me into the room across the hallway where he had his PC set up. Logging in he wondered if I could help him in setting up the VPN system as he had so far not been successful doing so. I was very pleased to help him and he moved from his seat and allowed me to take his place in front of the computer.

He must have been very pleased at my competence as after a while looking over my shoulder, he excused himself and said he would go and get dressed.

As I looked through his hard disk, and I have to confess I was far from innocent, I came across a folder labelled parties. I could not resist opening it and found further folders all labelled with a date. I opened the latest folder and saw that it contained various video files.

Excited and knowing that he would take a while to get dressed I opened the first video.

I have never ever seen anything so beautiful. My heart was racing and I was finding it difficult to breath. I could not believe my eyes. There was a young man with his back onto a small table. around his head several naked men held him down so that he was unable to get up. He was moaning loudly but from what I could see was compliant and not complaining. Other naked men stood around the bottom of the table and held his legs outstretched up in the air. They were holding his legs so far back that his arse was exposed well above the table top. A big heavy hairy man pushed his way between the men holding his legs. He had the largest cock I have ever seen, and he was obviously desperate to take him on.

He held his cock in his hand and spreading the young man’s leg with the other he felt for the opening. The young man was screaming, pleading with him to fuck him. I have never felt a greater need as I did then as I heard the desperation in the young man’s scream. I hardly noticed that my heart was continuing to race at a greater and faster pace, breathing heavily I could not prevent myself from moaning in sympathy with that stranger. I wanted it as bad as he did.

I lost all sense of time and cared even less as to where I was. In a way I rather hoped that he would come in so that I would not have to explain what it was that had brought me to his house.

The camera moved from the young man who was now being fucked at a ferocious pace and was screaming in a way that I had never thought possible. It panned along the onlookers that were standing back watching the excitement. Men stark naked some still dressed but finding it difficult to remain so.

What I had not expected to see was that amongst these men there were women who were enjoying the spectacle so much that they were beginning to undress. It was then that I got the biggest surprise of all. Amongst the line of men I saw Jane my neighbour. The camera zoomed up to her and I could hear her screams of “fuck his desperate arse, don’t let him go”. I could not believe my eyes. Jane had lost her sweet sensitivity, and had gone completely feral. I searched amongst the other faces to see if I could spot her husband, but he was no where to be seen. You can not imagine the level of excitement that was going through my whole body.

If I had ever doubted who I was it was now so clear.

I longed to be the young man on the table. I needed the restraint they were submitting him to and I longed for the big fat hairy prick that the brute of the man was so ferociously pushing in and out of the trembling body.

He must have been there for a while. I turned around fearing his reaction at this invasion of privacy. He did not look happy.

“Did you like what you were seeing?”

I could not answer, my body was making demands on me that I had never ever experienced. My mind was in turmoil and I was having great difficulty in getting any words out. It took me a while as I tried to compose myself but all I could think of saying.

“Where is Joe?”

“Joe?”

Face impassive with a tinge of cruelty.

It was difficult. Some how I managed to get the words out.

“Joe, Jane’s husband”

“Oh Joe, he was on the table”

I was shocked. He had shown little sign of anything which might have given any indication that he was into men. I suppose given my situation I should have no reason to expect anything different from him.

“So, did you enjoy what you were looking at?”

“I am so sorry. I could not resist taking a look.”

“For fuck sake man, answer my bloody question”

I totally lost my cool almost in tears I managed to say.

“Sorry, I am so sorry, please forgive me, please, sorry. I will not do it again. I am so sorry…”

He must have noticed the tears welling up and held back. Impassively he looked at me with what I felt was a great deal of repugnance. I had blown it. At 27, over ten years waiting, even more, I could not recover the situation. My body was in turmoil and my mind totally lost. How could it be possible that I would come to this, a total loss in confidence and competence. Unmoved he told me to come with him. I felt sure he was going to see me out.

Jesus, yet again I had fucked up my chances! How could I be so stupid. I was inconsolable, grief stricken. I knew then that I would never get another chance. I had no idea as to where I was, where we were going. It all seemed like a most awful nightmare from which I would never wake up.

We walked in to a room which was completely painted in black. On the walls there were pictures of naked men all in artistic poses. Across from the door there was an iron framed super size double bed. I could not see any windows, and the only light was provided by spotlights all shining in different directions across the room. I would describe it as well lit.

He told me to undress as he went over to one of the side tables next to the bed. I had never undressed in front of another man and this excited me. I saw him pull out some rubber straps from the drawer. These I had seen before and are readily available in most hardware and car retailers. They are sold to secure items on a car rook rack. Rather colourful, the ends are shaped as the head of an arrow and all along their length equally spaced slots, allow items of differing sizes to be secured tightly on the roof rack by wrapping them around the object and onto the metal frame and then selecting the slot which will allow the least movement to insert the head into. Once in the slot the head held tight and could not be pulled out, unless considerable force was applied to turn the strap through 90 degrees.

I wondered what he was going to do, but the rush of adrenalin overcame any considerations. I was standing naked in front of him. Trembling, not because I was cold, far from it, but because I could not contain my excitement.

He pulled a bedroom chair forward from the corner of the room and told me to stand behind it. He the told me to place my feet to either side of the two back legs. As I stood there legs apart, he placed a strap around each of my ankles and around each of the feet of the chair. Slotting the end of the strap into the hole which made the tightest fit when stretched. It hurt but I did not complain. The longer I stood there the tighter it felt.

He told me to bend over the soft back of the chair and to place my hands on the front of the seat next to each of the arms on the chair. He then bound each wrist to the arms of the chair making sure that the rubber strap was stretched tightly and I was unable to move.

I could hardly contain my excitement. I had alway found the idea of bondage a very strong stimulant. The pain added to the pleasure I was feeling and I felt the stiffness of my penis desperately seeking relieve. I moaned. I had never known such pleasure in all my years. My whole body was tingling. It was as if suddenly every part of it had become sensitised.

All these years waiting to feel the closeness of another man. I could not believe it was happening. I must have been in my teens when I had first felt such a desire. Here I was now naked with a man twice my age and all I could think of was that I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his cock as it brutally pushed into my anus, and prepared it to receive the greatest pleasure that I could have. Desperate to finally find out how it would feel when his orgasm filled me with his living seed.

The thoughts were driving me in ecstatic, I had no control of my senses. Screaming, moaning totally consumed by the desire to have this man inside me.

He came round and kneeling down to my side I felt his hand brush my side. My whole body trembled and I moaned loudly. His fingers brushed against my nipples and I felt the most pleasurable reaction. I screamed out aloud as my whole body reacted to his touch. I thought I heard him say that they were hard and that I was ready, but honestly, it is impossible for me to recall anything other than the intense pain and pleasure. I thought he might fuck me but taking one of the spare straps he flung it with as much force as he could muster against my buttocks. The pain went through me bringing tears to my eyes.

I tried hard not to cry. I did not want to embarrass myself. The pain was too much to bear and I was unable to hide my sobs. Was he trying to hurt me or would this intensify my pleasure?. I accepted his greater knowledge and experience. There can be no pleasure with some pain.

I heard him move towards the door and heard the door open and shut behind him. I can tell you that the pain grew in intensity as I lay there unable to move with the straps getting tighter and tighter. I did not blame him for a minute. I knew that I had upset him, and that my seeing those videos was of great concern to him. He was very protective of his privacy and I had taken advantage of his trust.

It seemed like hours until he came back. I felt him behind me and I felt the soothing healing of his tongue on my bottom which had been throbbing and generating a great deal of heat. I said sorry and promised I would never betray his trust again. My body was again reacting to his touch and I was experiencing such pleasure as I have never known before. I could feel the excitement on my nipples and moaned in appreciation.

I have never before felt such a need for total abandonment. If I say that the only thing that mattered at the time was his pleasure, please believe me. It had been a long and painful wait but what I was experiencing was well worth the cost and the long wait. Driven by the adrenaline I had no idea were this was leading two but I did not want him to stop.

When his tongue reached the start of the cleavage I was in seven heaven. This has to be as near to paradise as you can possibly get. I screamed in pleasure. I wanted to position myself so as to intensify what I was feeling. He had stretched those straps so much that they were cutting into my wrist and ankles. I could not move. I consoled myself with the thought that he could do anything he wanted and I was unable to resist.

His tongue moved down. I have never known such pleasure. The loudness of my moans should have been heard all the way down to the village. As his tongue probed the entrance to my anus I was a trembling mess. Fear did not come into it any more. I was desperate for his penetration. I wanted to feel him as he came inside me.

I must have told him this so many times. I tried to wait patiently but he was driving me insane with pleasure. He was lubricating his access to my body. I could stand this no longer. I must have seemed like a sixteen year old boy naive, and stupid, unable to help himself, waiting to be fucked for the first time.

I was not making sense any more and I could not hide my desperation. He pulled my hair bringing my head back as far as it would go. He held it there straining all the muscles in my neck and pulling my hair. I was having difficulty breathing. I felt his cock trying to find the opening. It felt so wet. I gasped as he found the entrance. I was close to passing out. He pushed but I was far too tight, and he struggled to penetrate. I could not move to help him and tears dropped down my cheeks.

He shoved his fingers in. He was very brutal but I tried my best not to resist. I knew that I needed him to do so, and I could not wait to feel the relieving comfort of his warm seed.

He tried again with his cock. This time he got past the constriction and I felt him inside me. What joy, what pleasure. All doubts and fears dispelled.

He pushed in all the way. In all my dreams I had never thought it would feel this good. My whole body was reacting to the feel of his cock. Neither had I expected my mind to respond in the way it was. I have never taken drugs but this felt like the most intensive high that anybody could experience.

He was excited. His fucking was ferocious and increasing in speed all the time. All I could think was please let him feel as much as I am feeling. I had never realised that I would have reached such heights of pleasure. I was dying to come off. I could hold back no more. I let my self go as my orgasm relieved me of the intense need that was driving me. This, and the ferocity in which he continued to pull my head further back, together with the tightness of my bindings, made me pass out.

It seemed like hours, but when I came to he was still pumping away at my body. I felt the madness of his lust and his own desperate need to orgasm. He was screaming, words that I could not hear, but by his continued action, they were less to do with love, and more about his own need for pleasure. It excited me, and in no time I had an erection again. I could tell he was close to having his orgasm, and I encouraged him through my increasing moans.

The more I moaned the greater the speed of his fucking and the deeper his penetration. With a loud scream and fighting for breath he came inside me. I felt the burst of his orgasm as he shot load after load of cum inside me. Pushed deep inside me, I felt every throb and every drop of his cum. I was fulfilled. I was not disappointed, it was much better than I had ever imagined.

It was a relief when he undid the straps and we both went to his bed, naked. I curled up next to him wanting to feel his manly body beside me.

I fell asleep with the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

It must have been several hours when I woke up with the sound of his telephone ringing. I pretended to be asleep.

“Hello”

“No I am not alone I have somebody with me”

“Yes in bed’

“It’s a neighbour”

“Yes a man, not Joe”

“You would approve. He is a married man and this one has a family”

“Hot? In terrible heat and desperate. Loves cum and likes to be restrained.”

“Play your cards right and I might give you a taste. Of course I would expect a favour back I am not a charity.”

“Maybe”

“OK see you soon”

What I lack in experience I make up in imagination. I understood now that I was not free to follow my own path but more that I had to please him. If he wanted to use me to gain personal advantage or pleasure he was free to do so. If he forbade me to do so, this was just as acceptable. This situation did not displease me but it did excite me.

I had always known that my need was to receive rather than to give. I loved the idea of having men control me and I was prepared to meet all their demands without question. I was excited by the thought that they might insist that I service random strangers at their behest. I was prepared to do anything. My experience that day had left me with an appetite for sex with men, which I would be unable to resist regardless of the consequences. I had no limits, and the thought of being fucked by many men was an experience that I was determined to try.

I gave him a few minutes and then pretended to wake up. I uncovered him and licked all around his cock. As he got excited I turned my attention to his penis and holding it in my hand I licked it from head to base. I cleaned every bit if it, and then seeing how he responded, I licked the head as it grew stiffer in my hand. I took the sac and held it in my mouth licking it all over. I could feel the internal movement of his excitement. He started to moan so I took him in my mouth and sucked it. I felt the silky taste of precum. I wondered what he wanted me to do but it was too late. With several loud moans he deposited repeated loads of his delicious juice into my mouth.

I held it there, swilling it around in my mouth with my tongue, and continuing to lick his cock while further drops of his jeez were released. I loved the silky feel of his cum. It spread a fine thin coat all over the inside of my mouth, tongue and teeth. I can not describe the taste other than say it was different to anything I had tasted before. What I can tell you is I loved it. I loved its warmth, its stickyness, the subtle taste of male, slight saltiness of his cock, the effort that it had taken him to reward me with it. The fact that it hung to my mouth, teeth and tongue with a reluctance to leave me. The residue hung heavily on my tongue refusing to move. I showed him with the pride of someone holding a much praised elixir. I wanted to him to see that I treasured it. I let him watch me slowly swallow the prize he had given me. I loved the taste and I praised the physiological effect it had on me.

He seemed to love my crudeness.

He had as much of me as he could bear and with no thought to my feelings and personality weakness, he told me that he had things to do, telling me I could find my way out. Brutal as it was I dared not complain. I thanked him for inviting me in and for his hospitality, and told him I would welcome his invitation back for what ever plans he had for me. He looked at me with a hurtful degree of disdain, and walked away, leaving me to move towards the door alone.