The Stag

Over the months that followed Mike's wedding, Richard occasionally received news from or about him. “From him” was apt to be in infrequent postcard form and unsatisfactory. A typical example, depicting an ancient church at Paphos, read: “Here we are in Cyprus. Sunny & very hot. Even the sea is hot. Will write properly soon!” But, as Richard knew perfectly well, the “properly written” account would never materialise. 

“About him” at second hand was apt to be more diverting: for example, one day Richard's Rock Ape friend Jeremy Dowson, with whom Richard was passing a fishing weekend in the country, reported that Mike had had a severe row with his tedious wife, Sheila. He decided to “give her a good seeing-to” and had done so, trying out some exotic oriental erotic techniques that he had unexpectedly turned out to know about. Sheila had called Mike a pervert and threatened to run home to Mother. Richard and Jeremy laughed like drains about this:  

“And did she run home?” asked Richard, hopefully. 

“Sadly no, or not  for long,” said Jeremy. “Remember that her mother is the original and inimitable Witch Queen of New Orleans. Even life with a husband who is into kinky sex must be preferable to  being a serf to that old dragon.” 

“What d'you think he did to her?” Richard asked, with professional interest. “You don't think he, er...you know...?” 

“I don't have much detail, but I gather that among other things he buggered her. The last straw however was when he offered to give her her revenge and produced a big strap-on dildo – a surreal object, by all accounts -  so that she could do the same to him if she wanted. She had never seen one before, didn't want to know and fled, screaming!” 

Richard and Jeremy fell about laughing.

Jeremy said: “When you think of Mike, who looks like a blue-eyed, fair-haired boys' story hero and plays rather good golf and squash, coming out with that... it's dreadful but it is also very funny!”  He suddenly stopped laughing and looked directly at Richard. “I suspect that that's your doing, Richard, from when you were having you fling with Mike. C'mon, tell me! You taught him about anal sex and heaven knows what else, didn't you?”    

“Well, and what if I did? He wasn't married then and we were both consenting adults!” 

Jeremy looked thoughtful. “Well, in that case, this unmarried consenting adult would welcome some tuition! The fish are not biting and I'm getting bored!” 

“Not here,” said Richard, hastily.“Too many people walk along this river.” He had not forgotten about being caught in flagrante delicto at Kildonan. However the idea, like Jeremy himself, was undeniably attractive; while chewing a straw and waiting for a fish to nibble his bait, Richard discreetly admired Jeremy. He was tall, athletic and dressed in close-fitting, low-waisted faded blue jeans. As Richard knew, Jeremy had a nice ass and award-winning cock and balls. Even if he had not already seen them in all their glory, the stretched soft denim left very little to his imagination. Small touches in Jeremy's appearance might have been simply careless or deliberately provocative. The fly on his jeans was not fully zipped; it was almost at half-mast. This made Richard want to open it fully and slide a hand inside. Jeremy's checked short-sleeved shirt was now unbuttoned and hanging loose outside his trousers; from time to time the breeze would lift it, giving a tantalising glimpse of sunburned back or torso. When he bent down, the jeans would slip down an inch or so, to show the top of his ass-crack. Immediately above it was a "tribal" tail-tattoo. Richard did not usually approve of tattoos, but this one was a real turn-on. It was intricate, geometrical and one arrow-like decoration seemed to point invitingly southward towards regions as yet unexplored.  Jeremy seemed to sense Richard's interest. He turned and gave him a sunny grin of complicity. 

The subject of sex did not come up again that afternoon, but it resurfaced in the evening, back at the old-fashioned anglers' hotel where they were both staying. To the sound of Erik Satie on his cassette-player Richard, naked, was brushing his teeth in his en-suite bathroom  prior to showering and going downstairs for pre-dinner drinks.  He had not bothered to lock the door. As he did not need to see in order to clean his teeth, he had shut his eyes, the better to appreciate Satie's mysterious music. He did not see or hear the bathroom door being softly opened. He definitely noticed it,  however, when rough but tender masculine hands started to stroke the inside of his legs, lingering at the crotch, to cup and caress his balls, then sliding gently between Richard's ass-cheeks to touch his man-hole. It was like a mild electric shock. 

“Jeremy, you bastard,” he laughed, spitting toothpaste, “You gave me a fright! I thought for a moment that it was some dirty old man who'd got in here!”   Richard rinsed his mouth and turned to face Jeremy.  

Jeremy was crouching on the floor behind him. “Nope; just a dirty young one!” he chuckled. “Dinner isn't being served for another hour, so let's use the time constructively!" 

Jeremy was grinning like a schoolboy.His teeth flashed white against his sun-tanned face. His short, sun-bleached  blond hair was still damp and tousled from the shower. He was wearing a white towelling hotel bath-robe. As he stood up, it fell wide open. He shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. Starting at the base of Jeremy's throat, dark-golden hair curled luxuriantly over his chest. It was an impressive rug; unlike Richard, he evidently never shaved his body.  His rose-pink nipples showed through the glittering curls.Richard tweaked them playfully between forefinger and thumb. He enjoyed Jeremy's gasp of pain and pleasure. You wait, Jeremy, you ain't felt nothing yet. A narrow line of darker hair ran downwards from his neat navel to the dense thicket of darker brown curls at his crotch. Jeremy was very sunburned. The outline of his brief trunks showed startlingly pale, by contrast with the rest of him. He later told Richard that he was a keen amateur sailor, often spending days at a time stripped to his trunks, while sailing his dinghy off Gibraltar. Even for so big a man, Jeremy was exceptionally well-hung and his cock was starting to get hard. Jeremy drew Richard, who was slightly shorter than him, towards himself and kissed him. A big man himself, just over six feet, Richard now understood why some men got a kick out of having sex with an even  bigger man, who could take control. Jeremy came across as a gentle guy, but he might be different when aroused... As they hugged, a terrific warmth flowed from Jeremy to Richard. 

He wants me; he really wants me.He'll do anything I ask. But he's also gentle and inexperienced. I'll have to take the lead. He's fucked other men; I'm pretty sure he's never been fucked before, but he's definitely curious about that. He's not beautiful like Mike, but he's fucking gorgeous in his macho way...  

Jeremy was a good kisser. His tongue sought Richard's. Richard's mouth tasted clean. Jeremy had splashed himself with some sharp-smelling cologne, which Richard liked.  Jeremy kissed Richard; at first gently and carefully, then more passionately. He hugged him again, then he began to handle Richard's ass-cheeks. Once more, one of his hands slid between them. This time he sought Richard's most sensitive spot and slid a finger inside; not very far, but it made Richard gasp involuntarily. He twined a leg round Jeremy. Jeremy chuckled quietly, then kissed him again.  

“You liked that?” he asked softly. 

Richard nodded. He's getting really friendly! thought Richard.He's not an innocent, but he not very experienced, either.  Remember how rough and  clumsy he was when he fucked me after Mike's wedding.He probably genuinely does need some tuition. Well, I can arrange that! 

Jeremy grabbed Richard's cock, quickly bent down and sucked it. 

“Hey, whoa, Cowboy! Take it easy!” Richard said quietly.  "I mustn't come too soon." 

“Well, what do I do now?” asked Jeremy. 

“Get on the bed, on your back, grab your knees and pull your legs wide apart. Spread'em for me!”  

Jeremy did as he was told. Richard knelt and rimmed him. Jeremy shouted "Wow, wow, wow!!” Soon, he was laughing uncontrollably.  He grabbed his cock and began to masturbate. Richard slapped Jeremy's hand playfully and moved it away. It was not yet time for that. 

“I'm in control for now.” he said aloud; silently Richard thought: I'll wipe that grin off your face!

He stared thoughtfully at Jeremy's hole, which was surrounded by wiry gold curls. He probed it gently with his index finger, then shoved it right in. Jeremy gave a yelp and his cock went rigid. Must have hit the spot! Richard then used two fingers to open Jeremy up and oil his man-hole.  

Then Richard slid inside. He began to thrust rhythmically, deeper and deeper into Jeremy, whose response was quite different from Mike's. Sex with Jeremy was like a wrestling match. Jeremy was not tamely submitting; he fighting back. Good! This is exciting. Groaning and swearing fiercely under his breath, he wrapped his strong thighs and arms round Richard, who continued to thrust, straining against Jeremy's embrace. Jeremy seemed to grow extra arms and legs, he was so strong and energetic. It had become a contest; it was like fucking an infuriated octopus. They were soon slippery with sweat. Richard  suddenly remembered a pornographic Japanese hentai, seen long ago, involving a naked, muscular action-hero and a very big octopus. Now I know what it feels like!  Jeremy's hands clawed Richard's back and ass-cheeks. He bit the base of Richard's neck, almost drawing blood. Richard gave a furious growl; he struggled and thrust harder. 

Jeremy, you bastard, so far I've been fucking you good. Now I'm going to fuck you really hard!

Suddenly Richard knew that he was winning. Jeremy's octopus embrace was getting  weaker.  Once more, he convulsively twined himself round Richard. He gasped and groaned;  his legs flew out wildly, almost at right angles to his body. He relaxed his arms. Richard continued to thrust. He breached Jeremy's second sphincter and Jeremy gave a desolate cry and had a massive orgasm.   

Victory! He's mine!

Richard withdrew, knelt astride Jeremy, grabbed both their cocks and milked them dry. He smeared their mingled sperm on Jeremy's curly chest-hair. It was a gesture of ownership. Next, he collapsed on top of Jeremy. They seemed welded together by their own spunk. They kissed gently, then lay there, gasping like stranded fish.  

“That was awesome,” said Jeremy breathlessly. “You are... something else!” 

“So are you,” said Richard. “You were very valiant. You nearly won.” 

“Valiant! What a word to use!” laughed Jeremy. “Maybe you're right. One has to be either very brave or very foolhardy to fuck with you, Richard! You're an animal; I'm not sure what sort!” 

“So are you; an octopus. How d'you feel now?” 

“Fucked, of course - sore, happy, exhausted, full, drained - all the things you'd expect. I've one question: Can we do it again soon?” 

This boy's insatiable. Not a bad thing, however... I now have a lot more respect for the Rock Apes! 

“Later, perhaps,“ said Richard.“It's almost time for dinner and now we both need a shower!”