The mail coach moved slowly along the lane, shadowed by the tree canopy and the late day sun. It carried mail and one paying passenger, as it traveled from the train station west toward Heidelberg. It came into a small town nestled in a valley, one with a stable, inn, tavern, blacksmith shop, and other amenities anchoring its center surrounding by residences of various styles, construction types and periods, some dating back four hundred years. The driver pulled the horses to a stop at the stables and climbed down to arrange water, food, and a night’s rest for them.
The door swung open on the mail coach and the lone passenger climbed out, stretched and looked around to get his bearings. He was eighteen, on his way to Ruprecht Karl University of Heidelberg, one of the few English students that would be enrolled there. He had been in Venice vacationing with his parents, who now sailed for Southhampton while he had taken the train north. Like the horses, he needed food, drink, and a place to rest for the night. Across the lane sat the tavern and two buildings down from it, an inn. Young Arhtur was fluent in German and two of the Latin languages, had studied extensively the theories of Charles Darwin and the higher math of calculus. But all of it did nothing to improve his perception of himself as just an immature boy who was confused about his longings.
“Sir, we’ll leave after first light,” said the driver.
“I’ll be ready,” said Arthur. “I assume that is the only inn in town.”
“Yes sir,” said the driver. “I’ll be staying there myself.”
Arthur carried his two bags down the muddy lane and entered the old wood structure to find himself standing in a dimly lit room. It was anchored by a massive fireplace that had a fire burning. As he approached the counter, he heard voices coming down the stair at the back of the room and looked up in time to see four young men, about his own age, descend the last run of the stairs and started across the room. When they saw him, they stopped.
“Are you here for the night,” one of them said to him in German.
“Yes,” Arthur replied in their native language.
“Where are you headed?” another of the four asked.
“Ruprecht Karl---”
“We are too,” a third one interrupted. “Will you be a freshman?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, you’ll be one of us. Have you had dinner?”
“No. I just got here and haven’t checked in.”
“Get you a room then come to the tavern. We’ll save you a place at our table.”
Arthur stepped into the tavern, a place even darker than the inn, and like the inn, a large stone fireplace dominated the main room and a bar sat opposite it with a dining area between. In the middle of it, a large round table with six chairs arranged around it, four occupied by the guys he was there to meet.
“Hey, thanks for inviting me. I’m Arthur,” he said as he stood by the table not sure which empty chair to take. They were opposite each other with two guys between them on each side of the table.
“I’m Adrian,” said the one closest to him. A lean muscular build with short blonde hair and blue eyes, a common trait of the local men, even one of the other young men at the table.
“I’m Edwin,” said the one next to Adrian. He had a leaner build with the darkest brown hair of the four and dark brown eyes.
“I’m Otto,” said the one opposite Edwin who had a similar build but light brown hair that had no doubt been blonde when a young child, and blue eyes.
“And I’m Rainer,” said the last of the four, the one that appeared to be shorter than the others but with an athletic build, and the hair and eye color the same as Adrian.
“Come on, Arthur, sit,” said Edwin, pulling out the chair between him and Otto.
“We were talking about what sports we were going to do in college,” said Adrian.
“What about you? What will you do?” said Otto.
“Rowing and maybe play some cricket,” said Arthur.
“I’m going to do rowing too,” said Otto, “and fencing.”
“Fencing? I’m afraid I’m not very good at that.”
“Edwin and Rainer will be on the gymnastics team.”
Edwin and Rainer smiled and nodded as Arthur took closer notice, realizing it explained their lean athletic builds.
“What about you?” said Arthur to Adrian.
“Rugby,” said Adrian.
“He likes the brutish nature of it. He’s an animal,” joked Otto, causing everyone to laugh.
“What can I get you boys?” said the woman who had been behind the bar.
The boys ordered food and drink, and fell into asking Arthur about his life, growing up in England in a small riverside town north of Cambridge. As drink then food was served the four others related their lives, all growing up in Hamburg. As the fire in the fireplace died down and the customers left were for drink, not food, the five paid their tabs and eased out into the dark night heading back to the inn.
“Why are you going to Heidelberg so early,” said Adrian.
“It was either travel on to the city and learn my way around or go back home with my parents, then be in a rush to get there.”
“Why don’t you come with us?” said Rainer.
“Where are you going?”
“To a cabin my family owns up on the mountain,” said Adrian. “We got here too late to get provisions and make our way up, so we’ll leave in the morning.”
“We’ll spend a week at it, then head to Heidelberg,” said Edwin. “You don’t need to get there so early; come with us.”
“Are you guys serious?”
“We wouldn’t have asked if we weren’t serious,” said Adrian.
“Come on, join us. We’ll have a grand time,” said Otto.
“We’ll knock on your door in the morning when we’re up. We can eat something then get what we need for the week and head up.”
“Is it a long hike?” said Arthur.
“Hike? No, we’re riding up on horseback,” said Edwin.
“But I don’t have a horse.”
“You can ride with one of us,” said Otto.
Arthur knew he would need to let the driver of the mail coach know he would not be continuing on to Heidelberg the next morning, but it meant he would be making friends before even arriving on campus.
Arthur stood on the stone terrace overlooking the valley. He was surprised at his perception of the place, for in the valley looking up at it, it had seemed like any other, but on the mountain standing on the terrace that projected out and above the surrounding trees, it was awe inspiring. He turned and leaned against the stone low wall looking at the house. It had a massive roof sitting low over the two floors, the eaves along the sides barely four feet off the ground. The house was timber framed with dark weathered wood siding. A door was centered on the front with two windows either side, and he pictured how the outside windows were for the two front bedrooms. The house was open down the middle, heavy timber columns running along each side of it supporting the floor above and anchoring the back wall, a massive stone fireplace that took an enormous amount of wood to even begin to remove the chill of the interior. A dining table with eight chairs sat in front of the fireplace and a sitting area between it and the door. Each side was two bedrooms. Up the stairs positioned in the right front corner, was a sloped roof room over the central area that had an ornate billiard table in the middle of it and low bookcases along each side wall and armchairs and tables along the front and rear wall.
Arthur wondered if it had been a mistake to come because he found himself having to share a bed with one of the guys, Otto immediately said he could bunk with him. It would put him in a position of being tempted. It would be worse than back home, lusting after the neighbor’s stable boy, and down in Venice where he was beside himself with all the young men that grabbed his attention. But now he was staying with four young men up on a mountain for a whole week. Just the five of them. Alone. He would be sorely tempted.
He could smell the meat Adrian was cooking in the fireplace and it drew him back inside where Otto and Edwin were setting the table and Rainer was pouring beer in large mugs.
“Come on Arthur, take a seat, we’re ready to eat,” said Edwin.
It was late, nearly midnight, and the house was quiet. Arthur stood by the bed undressing glad Otto was using the outhouse. He stripped to his undergarments, an undershirt and loose shorts that concealed his body. He climbed into bed, worried the loose shorts wouldn’t be enough when Otto returned. He worried what he would do in his sleep. Would he do those things he imagined doing if Otto was willing. Touching and kissing and…he dared not think of it.
The door opened and Otto came into the room carrying a lantern. He blew it out then looked back at Arthur illuminated in the warm glow of the lantern on the bedside table.
“I think the other guys are sound asleep. The other rooms are dark and silent,” said Otto.
“They did have more beer than us, especially Adrian.”
“I was surprised for Adrian is usually one to hold back, but he did seem unusually quiet tonight,” said Otto as he began to strip.
Arthur tried not to watch, but the room was small and there was no other place to focus his eyes, so he watched the short athletic body come into view. Otto stripped down to a pair of shorts that at first glance looked loose around the slim waist, but when Otto turned toward him, he saw they clung to the body revealing far too much. The round ass, then the flaccid cock pushing enticingly at the front. He tried to turn his eyes away but Otto, coming to the side of the bed; he couldn’t turn them away. He watched him come close then climb into bed next to him.
“I don’t think I can sleep,” whispered Otto.
“Me either,” Arthur replied in a very low hushed whisper, hoping Otto didn’t hear.
Arthur imagined sliding his feet over and touching Otto. He imagined slipping his hand over until it touched the hips, then moving it over to the cock, touching it as Otto told him it was okay. He imagined Otto using his gymnastic abilities to beat him up when realizing what he was thinking. But what he didn’t imagine was Otto touching him first. A foot against his calf. A hand touching him on the arm.
“Is this, okay?” whispered Otto.
Arthur nodded his head in the dark then realized he had to vocalize his reply for Otto to know. “Yes,” he whispered.
Suddenly the hand was moving over his chest, over his stomach, then further down making his heart race and his breathing labored. The hand touched him. Touched him in ways he has imagined for years, another boy touching his cock, making his arousal stir awake. He realizes he is clutching the bed, hands balled into tight fists.
The hand pushes his undershirt up then slips underneath the waistband of his shorts. The slow move down his abdomen has him holding his breath. The fingers rake over his skin, then push through his pubic hair until touching his cock. The bare contact makes him gasp.
“You’re not going to make me stop, are you?” said Otto.
“No,” Arthur replies breathlessly. His cock flexes with his growing arousal. The hand fondles and manipulates it until he is erect.
“Can I?” said Otto, the mouth right next to Arthur’s ear.
“What?” Arthur replies, unable to believe Otto would go further, do those things he had only imagined.
Arthur felt Otto moving against him, moving down as the hand was pushing his shorts down. He raised his ass, showing his willingness to do what Otto wanted. He felt lips touch his stomach, searching blindly in the dark, until moving over his cock.
The mouth moved along his cock, base to the head and back to the base. A hand held it up and the mouth closed over the head. It moved down his cock then held still. Arthur felt his cock flex in the mouth, his arousal increased until he could not hold back. He reached out into the darkness until touching the head. He ran his fingers through the hair then brushed them along the side of the face.
“I’ve never…” said Arthur, letting his voice trail off.
The mouth moved on his cock. Up and down, the lips and tongue moved on it. Arthur shivered as Otto sucked. He felt the building need for release. He tried to hold back but the mouth felt too good, pushing him, pushing him, until he pumped his hips upward and came.
The mouth held the head of his cock as it spurts wad after wad. Arthur felt the swallowing around his cock, of Otto taking his cum.
Then they were lying still, Otto next to Arthur’s hips, both gasping for breath. Otto moved up next to him and lips touched his neck, moved along his jaw until pressing against his lips. He opened his mouth to the tongue, kissing with great passion. He slipped his hand between them until holding Otto’s cock. It was hard and when he rubbed his hand over the head, he felt the wet slickness and Otto moaned.
“Will you do it?” whispered Otto.
Arthur replied by moving, sliding down along Otto’s body until he was at the hips. He reached out into the dark until touching warm smooth flesh. He rubbed his hand over the hips, getting closer and closer to the cock until fingers raked through pubic hair, touched the loose nut sac, then the base of the cock. He felt along its length then held it up. He moved toward it until his lips touched the wet head.
“Arthur,” Otto exclaimed, fighting the urge to shove up into the mouth.
Arthur takes the cock. Let’s it fill his mouth. It was his first time, and he initially struggled to take all of it. Otto lay still, letting him find his rhythm, until moving smoothly up and down on it.
Otto began to pump his hips slowly and Arthur held his mouth still, letting the cock slid over his tongue. Otto increased his pace, pumped faster and faster, moaning and grunting.
“Arthur!” exclaimed Otto.
Arthur nearly choked as cum hit the back of his throat, then dripped from his mouth, and he closed his lips around the spurting cock capturing the rest of Otto’s load.
Arthur lay between the legs, not sure he believed he had done it. For so long it had been a fantasy, something that he thought would never happen. With the taste of Otto’s cum in his mouth, he considered the other things two boys could do, things he wondered if Otto would do with him.
“Arthur…I’ll do what you want,” whispered Otto.
It was as if Otto read his mind. He looked into the darkness toward the voice. He pressed his hard cock into the bed feeling it flex, then slowly moved over him. The legs were raised and his arms hooked them at the elbows. When he was on top of Otto, his cock was touching the upturned ass. He pushed against it, then felt Otto take him in hand and put his cock to its target.
“Put it in me,” whispered Otto.
Arthur pushed, slowly, gently, sinking the head of his cock and a bit of the shaft into the ass. He moaned and shuddered and heard Otto do the same. Hands grabbed him by the ass and pulled him to push deeper, and he sank most of his cock into him.
“Fuck me; fuck me, Arthur. Fuck me,” Otto begged as he rubbed his hands along Arthur’s sides and back.
It increased Arthur’s arousal to feel his cock in Otto’s tight ass and to feel the hands moving over him. He tugged outward almost shivering by how it made him feel. He pushed inward, relishing the feel of it, his cock pushing into the tight ass. He slow fucked Otto, struggling with every push into the ass.
A hand cupped the back of his neck, and Otto pulled him down into a kiss. The intimacy of it, the feel of Otto’s lips against his own…he wanted to cry out, shout out how magnificent it felt to kiss another boy. Instead, he kissed Otto, letting go, revealing his passion for their intimacy. And he fucked, increasing his pace.
Otto’s moans and exclamations became far too loud, but Arthur couldn’t stop, just kept fucking until the bed rocked beneath them. He fucked until his muscles burned with his exertions. He slowed, worked his cock deep into Otto. Pushed inward until his hips pressed against the upturned ass.
“Fuck! Fuck me. Keep going,” exclaimed Otto.
Otto wanted to be fucked, and Arthur wanted to fuck him. Wanted to drive into the boy’s depths. He pushed up onto his knees, took each leg and pushed them forward, thighs against the body, feet pointing straight up, and he fucked. Fucked hard, increasing his pace until the bed banged against the wall.
“Fuck me; fuck me,” exclaimed Otto.
Arthur fucked until covered in sweat and he was gasping for breath. He slid his hands down the calves until holding the legs behind the knees and he pushed them hard against the chest, pushing the air out of Otto, and he resumed his fuck. He fucked relentlessly, unable to hold back, spurred by Otto’s pleadings. He fucked until he could not hold back, and he buried his cock into the ass and shuddered and jerked with release.
“Yes! Pump it in me,” Otto cried out as Arthur tried to jam his cock deeper.
Arthur released the legs and raked his hand down the body until he felt the hard cock. It was dripping wet and slick in his hand.
“Does it hurt?” Arthur whispered.
“Maybe a little but if you really want it, not so much,” said Otto.
Arthur moved over Otto, rubbed his ass over the cock feeling it wet his ass, then he rose over it and took it in hand, holding it up as he lowered himself to it.
“Don’t move; okay?” said Arthur.
“I’ll let you do it,” said Otto.
The cock stretched his ass open making him shudder, but he wanted it, wanted it so much, he kept lowering himself on it until seated on it.
“You took all of me,” said Otto.
“Yes,” Arthur replied, feeling the fullness of the penetration.
Arthur moved on Otto until his own cock hardened. It smacked down on Otto, making him feel so aroused he wanted to come again. He took his cock and stroked it as he moved his ass on Otto’s cock. He moved slowly, relishing the feel of the cock sinking into him, then he moved faster, stroking his arousal until his cock was slick in his hand.
He leaned back so he could move faster and realized if he leaned back until resting on one hand, he could move his ass freely, as fast as he could. He worked it on the cock until slamming down noisily on Otto. He felt Otto begin to push upward trying to increase the feel of their fuck and he held still over him, letting Otto fuck his ass while stroking his cock.
Otto cried out and shoved upward, and Arthur gasped for breath as cum roped up his stomach.
Arthur lay on his side, spooned against Otto. Otto had asked to be held while they slept, and he did it for how it made him feel too. The comfort of it, holding a boy who made him realize he wasn’t alone in this world. He wondered what the others would say come morning, for there was no way they hadn’t heard them.
But the next morning no one said anything, not even Adrian who slept in the adjacent bedroom. They prepared a simple breakfast, went for a hike down to the stream, then lounged around the mountain house expressing their expectations of college.
But after dinner, the room dimly lit by lanterns and candles down the middle of the dining table, Otto leaned over close to Arthur.
“You can sleep with Rainer tonight. He’s too shy to ask but I know he wants to.”
So, Arthur found himself in Rainer’s room standing by the bed. Rainer was shy but only to a degree for he lay on the bed naked, blonde hair tousled until nearly concealing the blue eyes staring up. The cock lay to the side with a small dark blonde patch of pubic hair over it. The body was lean, athletic, and smooth like that of a younger boy.
“Do I look okay?” said Rainer.
“Yes, very much so.”
“Will you do with me what you did with Otto?”
“Yes.”
Arthur reaches over to extinguish the lantern.
“No, leave it burning,” said Rainer.
Arthur looked at the naked body and smiled, glad Rainer wanted to leave it on so they could see.
“Take off your clothes,” whispered Rainer, the shyness coming into the voice, the statement sounding almost like a question.
Arthur smiled as he worked off his shirt, pants, undershirt, then shorts until he was standing naked by the bed. His cock had begun to stir for he felt aroused by the blue eyes staring at him. Rainer moved over as he climbed on the bed next to him. As soon as he lay back hands were on him, almost aggressive in their movements, rubbing his chest, stomach, then fondling his cock. One hand cupped the back of his neck as Rainer leaned over and kissed him. He parted his lips letting the tongue slip between them as he reached out and fondled Rainer’s cock.
Arthur gasped when Rainer took his cock in the mouth and began to move on it. It surprised him how the shy Rainer came alive. He knew it meant a lot to have someone who wanted the same. Otto had shown him and now he understood what it meant to be the one who gave permission to someone for something so desired. But also so disparaged, something most considered a sickness. But they knew it was no sickness. To show someone you desired them, felt an attraction toward them, could never be so wrong.
Arthur spread his legs as fingers tugged on his nuts then rubbed the skin below them while the mouth moved on his cock. Rainer was pushing him, increasing his arousal until he wanted to cum. Then a finger penetrated him. He moaned and clutched the bed to prevent him from taking the head and pulling it down on his cock. He closed his eyes focusing on the feel of the mouth, how it moved along his cock as two fingers penetrated him…then three.
“Rainer.” An exclamation, breathless and desperate.
The mouth moved down until taking nearly all of his cock, and he shoved upward, then jerked as he came. His cock ejaculated wad after wad into the mouth and he felt Rainer swallowing it.
“Can I?”
Arthur opened his eyes and looked at Rainer still lying between his legs, cum trickling down the chin. He raised his knees, dragging his feet up to his ass, and let the knees fall wide apart.
“Yes.”
Rainer moved over him and he felt the cock pushing against his ass. Rainer pumped it alongside his own, the two cocks slick, his with Rainer’s salvia and Rainers with precum.
“Do it; put it in me,” said Arthur as he lightly held the narrow waist feeling Rainer’s movement.
Rainer pushed cock down aligning it with Arthur’s opening, then pushed to penetrate it. The push was gentle but persistent and Arthur felt himself stretch open. The cock entered him and he watched Rainer’s expression. Initially eyes closed and mouth open, exhaling a moan. Then the eyes opened and stared down, locking eyes with him. Arthur felt the movement; the tug outward, then the push inward building up into the rhythm of a fuck.
Arthur felt Rainer’s movement, how the hips rose and fell pumping cock into his depths. The rhythm of it stroked his arousal, made his own cock harden. Letting go of the narrow waist, he stretched out, arced his back, pushing his ass against Rainer to increase the feel of the penetration.
“Take me; take me,” Rainer began to utter while increasing the pace of his fuck.
Arthur took it, every shove into his depths. He gasped for breath as if each push forced the air out of his lungs. And he moaned and grunted. He could feel Rainer pushing, fucking hard, to the point of release. The bed rocked beneath them until tapping the wall. He wanted to tell Rainer to slow down. He wanted the fuck to continue, not to stop.
“Fuck me; fuck me harder,” exclaimed Arthur
Rainer leaned over him, holding himself up on his hands while fucking so hard hips smacked against Arthur’s upturned ass, then he was out of rhythm, jerking and shoving inward hard. When he slammed his cock into Arthur’s depths, he shuddered with release.
Arthur sat back against the headboard with Rainer over his lap, moving up and down on his cock. It was too much. He was so hard and aroused he wanted to cum. Rainer’s spent cock slapped his stomach as the ass took his cock. Up and down, a continuous movement until he was at the point of release. He hugged Rainer to his chest and pulled the ass down on his spurting cock.
Arthur didn’t think Rainer would do it, but before climbing off his lap, cock still buried in the ass, Rainer kissed him, then whispered ‘thanks’.
Arthur held Rainer, their bodies spooned together until both drifted off to sleep.
At the dining table, Arthur followed Rainer out of the bedroom to find Otto and Edwin already seated and Adrian cooking sausages in the fireplace. The table was set, cheeses and bread laid out.
“The sausages are done,” said Adrian as he lifted them out of the cast iron skillet. “Let’s eat.”
As they began to eat, Arthur realized no one was going to comment on him sleeping with Rainer. But Otto smiled at him, giving him a little nod of the head, and he couldn’t help but smile back.
That evening, Edwin came to Arthur, holding out a hand to help him stand.
“You’re sleeping with me tonight.”
Arthur took the offered hand and came to his feet with a little pull. He followed him into the room next to Rainer, wondering if Rainer would lay in bed listening to them. As he moved into the room, Edwin closed the door then came up behind him.
“Let me,” whispered Edwin, reaching around to undo the buttons of his shirt. “Let me take off your clothes.”
As the garments were removed, Edwin kissed each new area of exposed flesh. The shoulders, the chest, tongue flicking across one nipple then the other. Edwin nipped the right one, making Arthur cry out. Then there was the struggle not to giggle when lips moved over his stomach as hands undid his pants. When the pants slid down his legs, a hand took his cock, manipulating it, tugging and fondling it until he began to respond. Edwin leaned over and Arthur gasped for once again a mouth was taking his cock. Edwin went to his knees and sucked. Arthur shuddered when Edwin tugged on his cock with the mouth, then he struggled not to shove it into Edwin’s throat when the tongue swirled around the head of it. He looked down and watched his cock come into view then disappear between the lips. A hand tapped his right foot, and he raised it so the hand could slip his pants and underwear free of the foot. He raised the left one and watched as Edwin carelessly tossed his pants and underwear across the floor. He stood naked, cock fully erect, with the mouth moving on it. It pushed his arousal until he felt the building need for release. He pushed Edwin off his cock, then guided him to stand.
“Let me get your clothes off,” said Arthur.
Edwin smiled, tugged on the crotch of his pants, then let Arthur strip him as he had done him. Arthur tossed the underwear aimlessly to the side as he looked upon the naked body. Like Rainer and Otto, the body was lean and athletic. He let his eyes scan it, from the smiling face downward, over the chest starting to show definition, a flat stomach, then the hardening cock, rising up over its nut sac. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around it. Edwin pushed through them and he leaned forward pressing their lips together.
As they kissed (this moment the most intimate of Arthur’s experiences) Edwin pumped the cock through his hand. A hand took his cock, stroking him until fully erect.
“Let’s get on the bed,” Arthur uttered, pulling Edwin by his cock toward it.
Arthur climbed on the bed watching Edwin lay face down, looking over the left shoulder.
“Arthur…fuck me.”
Arthur watched Edwin lay flat and reach back, spreading the ass cheeks. Arthur looked at the smooth ass and the exposed tight opening. He moved over the legs and slapped his cock across the cheeks. He leaned forward and put his cock to the opening and pushed. He shivered as his cock squeezed into Edwin. He pushed until the head of his cock was inside him then held still, the two of them shuddering with the feel of the penetration.
“Arthur,” Edwin uttered, his voice muffled by having his face buried in the bed.
Arthur knew what he wanted and he began to fuck. But he moved slowly relishing the feel of every inch moving through the tightness. He pushed deeper and deeper as he fucked until his hips finally pressed tight to the ass. Then he fucked using every inch of his cock. As he fucked, his pace increased along with his arousal. He felt the need for release build, and fucked harder. The bed squeaked and Edwin moaned and grunted beneath him. It made the fuck better, made him want to keep going, fuck the ass harder, and he slammed his cock into it until hips smacked against the ass and Edwin cried out, begged him to keep fucking. To fuck harder. Harder he exclaimed, and Arthur did as Edwin begged, fucked as hard as he could, so hard his muscles began to burn from his exertions and sweat trickled down his face.
Arthur slammed into the ass, unable to hold back, and shuddered and jerked as his cock spurt wad after wad into Edwin’s ass.
Edwin sat against the headboard as he had done with Rainer, and as Rainer had done, he moved over Edwin, rubbed his still hard cock against the chest, leaving a trail of slick across it, then he lowered his ass to the leaking cock Edwin held up for him. When his hole stretched to take it, he shuddered and moaned and buried his face in the crook of the shoulder and neck. As he worked his ass down it, he kissed Edwin, hungrily, passionately, tongues dueling, both gasping for breath. He took all of Edwin, every fucking inch, then he moved on the cock, upward, dragging his cock up the torso, then down, sinking the cock into his ass.
He moved steadily, up and down on Edwin, until he felt him begin to push upward, and he held still, the head of Edwin’s cock in his ass and let him fuck, pumping hips with a furious pace. The cock banged his insides and made his own drool on Edwin’s torso.
Edwin sat up, bearhugged him pulling his ass down on the cock and he knew, for just as he had done with Rainer, Edwin was doing with him, pulling his ass down on the spurting cock.
Edwin was spooned to his back. A gentle kiss to the back of the neck, then a soft whisper.
“Thanks Arthur. Good night.”
Arthur sat at the dining table as Adrian cooked sausages in the fireplace and Rainer laid out plates of cheese and bread. He looked at Adrian from the back. The tousled blonde hair. The lean athletic body, the tallest of the four of them, but still shorter than his five feet nine. The gym shorts hung loose from the waist and down to the knees and an undershirt with the sleeves ripped off revealed muscular biceps. It would have been scandalous out in any public venue, but in the cabin, just the five of them, it was a pleasant thing to see, a male body exposed in such a way. It made him want Adrian and wondered if that night Adrian would come to him as the others had done.
The five of them hiked the mountain, and along the stream, then lounged lazily around the cabin, Otto in the hammock stretched between two porch posts, Rainer lying on the porch floor, legs dangling over the edge of it. Adrian, Edwin, and Arthur inside, each in an armchair, Adrian sitting sideways with legs over an arm.
That evening, dinner finished, Arthur was still sitting at the dining table playing cards with Otto in the light of candles. Adrian came up next to him and held out a hand without saying a word. Otto smiled and nodded, and Arthur took the offered hand and let Adrian guide him to his room.
“Get your clothes off,” said Adrian as soon as the door was closed.
Arthur removed his clothes watching Adrian do the same. They did it unhurriedly, Arthur mimicking Adrian. A garment removed, folded and set aside, then the next garment, until they stood naked. Except for the difference in hair color, they looked the same. The same athletic bodies, smooth and beginning to show real definition, and cocks that hung heavily over nut sacs.
“What do you want to do?” said Arthur, wondering how sex with Adrian would be compared to the others.
“Everything,” said Adrian, and he moved to Arthur, picked him up, and playfully tossed him on the bed.
Adrian was on top of Arthur, grinding cock against cock, as hands moved along his sides, and lips moved from his neck to his own lips. Adrian was more physical, constantly pulling and tugging, and pressing against him. Then Adrian was between his legs, sucking his cock, licking his nuts, then tugging on them playfully. Then Adrian pushed his legs up and apart and licked below his nuts, rimming his tight opening.
“JESUS!” Arthur exclaimed as tongue moved across it.
Adrian licked his ass until it was wet, then sucked his cock until he was so hard, he didn’t want him to stop. He couldn’t control himself, and he pumped his cock into the mouth. It made Adrian moan around it.
Then Adrian was moving over him, legs hooked into the arms, pulling them up and apart. His ass turned up and Adrian’s cock raked across it, then pumped along side his own. Then Adrian had the cock at his wet opening, pushing against his tightness. He clutched the bed and looked up into the blue eyes.
“Do it; put it in me.”
Arthur moaned as cock sank into his ass. He stared at Adrian, blue eyes locked onto blue eyes, as the cock moved inside him. With every push, it sank deeper, until hips were pressing against his ass. Adrian held himself over Arthur on his hands and fucked. The pace of it increased until the bed was squeaking and Adrian huffing and puffing like a bull. Muscle became visible along the stomach with Adrian’s exertions.
Adrian rose and Arthur found himself being manhandled until one leg was held up, the other lying to the side, his body twisted and pinned to the bed. Adrian shoved cock back into his depths and fucked.
“I have wanted this all week,” said Adrian as the bed began to tap the wall, echoing the rhythm of their fuck. It was physical, Adrian moving at a furious pace until sweat covered his body.
Arthur took it, every thrust into his depths. He relished the fullness of the penetration, how it seemed to push the air out of his lungs, making him breathless. He took his own cock in hand and stroked with the same furious pace.
“NO,” exclaimed Adrian, knocking Arthur’s hand from his cock. “Not…yet…” Adrian gasp, each word a desperate exhale.
Adrian fucked and fucked and fucked until red faced, gasping for breath, then he shoved his cock into Arthur’s depths and cried out as he shuddered with release.
Arthur hadn’t gotten his breath when Adrian was moving over him. Facing each other, Adrian rubbed his ass over Arthur’s dripping cock.
“I can’t wait to take you inside me,” uttered Adrian, as he kept working his ass back and forth.
Adrian rose and Arthur watched him, smiling mischievously, while reaching back and taking his cock. Adrian held it up and lowered his ass down to it. A back and forth movement, rubbing over the dripping head. It shuddered Arthur, made him shiver and push upward.
“Yeah, you want it,” whispered Adrian.
Then Arthur felt the tight ass squeeze over the head of his cock. He watched as Adrian moved down, taking inch after inch until seated on most of it.
“Fuck, you feel good,” exclaimed Adrian, and he began to move, up, then down, working himself into the pace of a fuck. He moved on Arthur, continually increasing his pace and sinking the cock deeper into his ass, until finally taking all of it, every inch, slamming his ass down on Arthur’s hips.
Arthur held the ankles while struggling with the desire to push upward. He was consumed by the feel of Adrian’s ass moving on his cock. His cock flexed with his arousal, flexed thicker as the tight ass moved along its length.
“Adrian,” Arthur exclaimed.
Adrian smiled and leaned back, resting on one hand. He took his cock with the other. He stroked it while working his ass faster and faster, until slamming it down on Arthur’s hips, the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoing in the small room.
Arthur looked between the widely spread legs at the ass moving up and down on his cock. He looked at the nut sac drawn up tight, and the blur of the hand stroking the wet drooling cock.
“Fuck! I’m going to cum,” exclaimed Arthur.
“Me too!” Adrian exclaimed in reply.
Arthur saw cum rope up Adrian’s chest as his cock erupted in the ass. Adrian just kept moving, slamming down on Arthur’s cock as it ejaculated wad after wad.
Then Adrian collapsed between Arthur’s legs and rubbed a finger through his cum. “You want a lick,” he joked to Arthur, then licked it off his finger.
Arthur sat up then slipped around Adrian until laying next to him. He leaned over the stomach and dragged his tongue upward, scooping up cum as he went until at the chest, then he moved to Adrian and kissed him, sharing it.
“I can’t wait until tomorrow night,” whispered Adrian.
“What’s tomorrow night?”
“We get naked and have an orgy.”
“Really,” Arthur replied, smiling at the idea of all five of them fucking around. He looked toward the door wondering what the others were doing.
“We fucked around with each other while one of us was with you. Tonight, Otto and Edwin are in Rainer’s room, no doubt getting fucked by the shy boy,” said Adrian, seeming to know what Arthur wanted to ask.
The last day at the cabin and the day begins the same as the four before. Breakfast, then a hike on the mountain, and at some point, they go down to the stream. This time they horse around, pushing each other in, and frolicking in deeper sections. Once tired of their antics, they climb out and lay on a rock in one of the few places the sunlight reaches, feeling its warmth.
“Let’s go back,” said Otto, coming to his feet.
No one says anything in reply, they just climb to their feet and follow him up the mountain back to the cabin.
Arthur finds himself behind Otto and Edwin, with Rainer and Adrian behind him. The last time he looked, Adrian had an arm around Rainer’s neck, the two of them joking back and forth. They come to the cabin and as soon as Otto and Edwin are through the door, they are stripping off wet clothes.
This is it, thought Arthur, for no one was going into the privacy of a bedroom. Looking back, he saw Rainer and Adrian were doing the same, and he began to undo the buttons of his shirt, following suite. Otto tossed his underwear into Adrain’s face and Edwin was manipulating his cock, making it begin to harden. Rainer moves to an armchair and sits, legs spread wide fully exposing his ass. The long hanging nut sac and the cock he is tugging to get it hard.
Arms come around Arthur’s waist and cock is pressed against his ass, then lips touch his neck and move up until tugging on the earlobe.
“I want to see you fuck Rainer,” whispers Adrian.
“OH fuck, Otto,” exclaims Edwin.
Arthur sees Otto on his knees sucking Edwin, the head moving in that familiar way. He turns back to Rainer and sees him staring back. He smiles and Rainer smiles back. It’s all the acknowledgment Arthur needs, and he slips from Adrian’s arms moving to him. He comes to stand between the legs and Rainer sits up, takes his cock in hand, and licks it, tongues the head, then sucks on it while stroking the shaft until he is erect.
“Come on, Otto, suck us.”
Arthur looks over to see Adrian standing next to Edwin so Otto can suck one then the other. Looking down, he sees the mouth moving on his cock. It comes into view then disappears and it sends shivers down his spine. Rainer is pushing his arousal and its too quick, far too soon, and he steps back leaving Rainer gasping for breath and his cock bobbing out in front of him.
“Can I fuck you?” said Arthur.
Rainer slid down in the chair; head bent against the back and ass hanging off the seat. He hooked his arms around his legs holding them up and spread wide apart opening the ass to Arthur.
“Yes,” said Rainer in a low voice. It sounded shy and almost naïve but to Arthur’s ears it sounded seductive.
Arthur bent down and put his wet cock to the ass and pushed. He penetrated it, slipping the head into Rainer, and he held still, relishing the tightness squeezing his cock just behind the head.
Arthur sinks deeper into the ass, slowly, inch after inch, watching Rainer’s reaction. The mouth hangs open and Rainer is exhaling heavily as he sinks three inches into the ass, then four, five, six, only an inch still in view. He pushed it into the ass and moaned.
Bodies came to stand next to Arthur as he began to fuck Rainer’s ass. He glanced left seeing Otto and Edwin, tugging on each other’s cock, then right seeing Adrian stroking his own cock. They watched him as he slowly increased his pace, pumping cock into Rainer’s ass. He focused on Rainer, blocking them out as he went from long slow strokes to hammering the ass. He fucked until banging against it, the sound of skin smacking skin echoed in the room. He felt the heat of his body, how it made him suddenly breathing hard, but he didn’t slow, for he wanted to fuck a load into Rainer.
“Pump it in him; come on Arthur, pump a load into him,” Adrain urged him.
Arthur kept moving, swinging his hips with all the lust that was consuming him. He fucked until he felt it, the building need for release. His pace became erratic, each thrust inward so physical, it pushed him over the edge. He jammed his cock into Rainer and cried out as his cock filled the ass with his load.
Arthur began to pull out when Adrian pushed against his back, a very hard cock pressed to his ass.
“Keep it in him,” uttered Adrian. “He wants you to fuck him again; isn’t that right, Rainer?”
“Yes. Fuck me again,” said Rainer, holding Arthur’s hips and pulling him forward to sink back into his ass.
“And I want to feel how you move that ass,” said Adrian as he put his cock against Arthur’s tight opening. “Do you want me to fuck you while you fuck Rainer?”
Arthur hadn’t imagined such until this week with the four guys. At night, laying in bed exhausted, held by one of them, he imagined doing it with three of them, or all four at once. He imagined sucking cock while being fucked. He imagined getting sucked while watching someone else get fucked. He imagined what Adrain was suggesting and his cock flexed inside Rainer.
“Yes,” whispered Arthur.
Adrain pushed him over Rainer until they could kiss. Arthur pressed his lips hungrily against Rainer’s lips as cock stretched his tight opening and penetrated him. He moaned into Rainer’s mouth as cock sank into his ass. When Adrian took ahold of his waist, he leaned up looking down into the blue eyes. Adrain began to fuck him, pumping cock into his depths, making his own flex inside Rainer. Then Adrian held still, just the head of his cock inside his ass.
“Come on, Arthur, move that ass,” uttered Adrian.
Arthur tugged his cock outward watching Rainer’s eyes go wide then a moan escaped the open mouth. As he moved back, he sank Adrian’s cock into his own ass. Then he pushed into Rainer, feeling Adrian’s cock move through his tightness. He kept moving, working his hips back and forth. He fucked Rainer, and fucked himself on Adrian’s cock. He moved steadily, consumed by the feel of his cock inside Rainer and Adrian inside him. Hips swing forward. Hips swing back. Cock sinks in one hole while another tugs outward from another. And Arthur feels it all, every tug at the opening to his ass, every inch along his cock as he buries it in Rainer. Rainer’s hole is slick and cum pumps from it around his cock. Adrian’s cock gives him the fullness of penetration with every backward swing of his hips. He feels Rainer’s hands touching his chest and stomach and Adrian’s lips on the back of his neck and across his right shoulder.
Arthur keeps up his pace while glancing over at Otto and Edwin. Otto is on his back in the armchair, head bent against the back, holding his legs apart as Edwin fucks him. Arthur can see Edwin’s cock, the thickest of the five of them, moving smoothly inside Otto’s ass. He stares at the thick cock as it pumps into the ass. It makes Otto moan and cry out and increases his own arousal until he wants to come again.
“Fuck me; fuck me harder,” Otto exclaims.
Arthur fucks harder, moving his hips faster, as if Otto had been talking to him. He pumped his cock into Rainer and fucked his ass on Adrian’s cock with an urgency, his desire to cum again overpowering.
“Arthur…I’m going to cum,” utters Adrain.
“Me too!” Arthur exclaims.
Arthur grabbed each of Rainer’s legs at the knee and pushed them against the chest as he fucked as hard as he could. He moved between Rainer and Adrian as fast as he could. Sweat trickled down his face and body. Adrian dragged a tongue up his back between the shoulder blades. It triggered him, and he shoved into Rainer’s depths and shuddered with his release.
As he settled down, his cock spent, Adrain pushed him forward on top of Rainer and fucked his ass until trying to jam deeper and he knew Adrian was pumping a load into him.
Still breathing hard, Adrain on his back, Arthur looked over in time to see Edwin shove into Otto ass all the way and jerk and shake with release.
Arthur lay on the dining table holding his legs up. Otto was fucking him, driving into his depths with such physicality the table squeaked and rocked beneath him. On the rug in front of the fireplace, Adrain was on all fours, Edwin fucking him while he sucked Rainer.
The room filled with the sounds of men fucking and sucking. Then it filled with the sounds of release and Adrian swallowing Rainer’s load.
Supposedly they were spent, too exhausted to continue, but after laying around naked and spent, Arthur found himself toying with Edwin’s cock until it began to thicken and stretch out. He leaned over and took it in his mouth.
“Fuck,” Adrian uttered then chuckled.
Arthur moved on the thick cock, taking what he could into his mouth. Movement next to them and he looked up to see Otto standing next to Edwin, wiping a dripping cock across the face.
“Suck it. Come on, Edwin, suck it.”
The five of them arrived in Heidelberg in drizzling rain. They checked in at the private residences where they were set to live during their freshman year. Otto and Edwin would be sharing a room in a home over a business on Hauptstrabe. Adrian and Rainer would share a rented room of a residence just across the river. Arthur was staying in a home belonging to a family his father had business dealings. He knew nothing of the family, except the youngest son was starting that fall and he would be living with him. It was a townhouse located to the west of the campus, only a few blocks away.
Arthur entered the house to find it empty; the owner’s son had not yet arrived. He set his bags down and explored the ground floor, a living room off the foyer, and behind it, a large dining room, remembering his father mentioning the kitchen was in the basement. Upstairs he found a drawing room on the front, and a large bedroom in back with a bathroom. Up the stairs to the second floor, he found two more bedrooms that shared a bathroom. He assumed the owner’s son would take the large bedroom on the first floor, so he looked at the two bedrooms on the second floor, deciding to take the one in back that overlooked the small rear yard within a stone wall. It would be quieter thus better for his concentration when doing his studies.
He went down to retrieve his bags wondering what the son would be like. He knew nothing of him except his name was Ambrose Lionel Blackmore, the youngest of five, and someone destined to follow another career path from his family, for the two older brothers were going into business with their father.
What would be like? Would he be stuffy like so many other boys back in the UK that came from wealthy families. Would he be judgmental, looking down on him. Would he be able to sense how there were desires not considered normal. Was there a chance he would be the same and Arthur scoffed aloud at the foolishness of it. To think the boy, he would share the townhouse with would be like him was a wild assumption, but one he could entertain, fantasize about until the boy showed up and he would quickly find out what kind of person he was living with for the coming school year.
No, there was no way Ambrose Lionel Blackmore could be gay. But there would be other boys at the university that were, and Arthur knew he just had to find them. No doubt Adrain, Rainer, Otto, and Edwin would help him find others like them. Well, maybe not the shy Rainer, but definitely Otto and Adrain.
Arthur stepped off the last step into the foyer when he heard someone unlocking the front door. He knew it had to be Ambrose Lionel Blackmore as the lock was released and the door swung inward. He froze in place watching first the shadow then the boy enter the foyer.
“OH, hey, you must be Arthur.”
For a moment Arthur stood frozen in place. The boy was gorgeous, pretty even, with black tousled hair, dark brown eyes, and cheeks that were rose in color, giving him a boyish look.
“Yes,” Arthur finally managed to reply. “You must be Ambrose.”
“Call me Lionel. I hate Ambrose.”
“Lionel it is.”
“I see your luggage is still down here, so I assume you just got here.”
“Yes. I was looking around and trying to determine which bedroom I should take.”
“Which one do you want?” said Lionel, his tone friendly and easygoing.
“I was going to take the one in back on the second floor…if that is okay.”
“Of course. It is a nice room. I’ll take the one on front.”
“The one on front? I assumed you would take the one on the first floor.”
“No, that is my parent’s room and I’m not keen on sleeping in their bed, if you know what I mean.”
“Of course.”
“Besides, we can share the second floor. Let’s get our bags up and unpack, then go for something to eat. I’m starving.”
“Do you know places to eat?”
“Oh yes, I’ve been here a lot over the years when my brothers and sisters attended the university.”
“I’ll grab my bags and follow you up.”
As they ascended the stairs, Arthur looked at the lean body before him, imagining things that he knew made his face flush red. They came to the second-floor landing and Lionel headed to the bedroom at the front and Arthur went in the opposite direction.
“Hey, Arthur.”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to take a shower and change, if that is okay.”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“Have you been to the attic?”
“Attic?”
“While I clean up, go up and check it out. The stair is through that door,” said Lionel pointing to a door opposite the bathroom door.
“What’s up there?”
“A game room and an observation deck where we use a telescope to stare at the moon, planets, and stairs.”
As Arthur unpacked, he wondered about Lionel. It was obvious Lionel was outgoing and friendly, which bode well for the coming term. And Lionel was boyishly handsome to the point it worried him. Could he refrain from staring at him. Could he refrain from thinking of those things he had done with the guys at the cabin. He found himself wanting to do them with Lionel.
He hung his shirts and trousers. He put folded garments into drawers and laid out his toiletries and personal items on the dresser. As he slid his bags under the bed, he heard the shower come on. It was far too loud, the sound of it far too clear, and he looked down the hall to see the bathroom door was open. Lionel was showering with the door open.
It was too tempting.
He told himself he was just going to check out the attic. He wouldn’t look into the bathroom when he got to the door, knowing it was a lie. He was going to look.
Arthur drew near the doors, the attic door on his left and the bathroom door on his right. He heard Lionel humming some song, and when he got to the door, he looked in and froze.
There was no shower curtain, and Lionel stood in the claw footed tub, water streaming down his naked body. It was lean, athletic, like a runner or swimmer, and when Lionel turned, he saw the cock. It hung heavily over the sac with a small fan of pubic hair above it, reinforcing the boyish nature.
“I think we need to get a shower curtain,” said Lionel.
“Yes…I think so too,” stammered Arthur.
Lionel stopped moving and Arthur realized he was standing still staring back, water cascading down the body. Arthur willed himself to look up, to stop staring at the cock, and he eventually found himself staring into the dark brown eyes.
“Do you find me attractive?” said Lionel in a low voice.
“Yes,” admitted Arthur. It was bold, something he imagined Otto or Adrian doing, not him.
Lionel smiled then tugged on his cock. “I find you attractive too. You want to come shower with me? Maybe wash my back…or something.”
Arthur forgot about the attic. He moved into the bathroom, tugging at his shirt to remove it. He was going to get naked. He was going to strip everything off and get into that tub with Lionel.
It was unreal. A fantasy. It couldn’t be real, but Arthur stood in what would be his room and watched Lionel, naked, cock curved upward fully erect, back onto his bed. He looked at the lean athletic body, one similar to his own, same height, same fair skin tone, even their cocks were similar in size, except where Lionel’s curved upward, his was straight. He looked at the cock, one that had been in his mouth, while stroking his own. Lionel had sucked him then bent over, bracing on the wall in the shower for him to penetrate him. He had fucked Lionel until the ass loosened and Lionel told him he wanted them to fuck on a bed.
“Come on, Arthur, fuck my ass,” said Lionel, teasingly, sounding like a dare.
Arthur climbed on his bed and moved up to the ass. With Lionel holding legs up and apart, it was fully exposed and Arthur moved to it, put his cock against the wrinkled opening and penetrated it again. Lionel threw his head back and moaned. Arthur pushed deeper, slowly, inch after inch until over half of his cock was in him.
“Fuck, it feels so good,” Lionel uttered.
“Yes,” Arthur replied as he took the legs at the ankles, held them spread wide. He sank into the ass all the way, held still for a brief second, then tugged outward until only the head remained in the tight ass and he began to fuck. To work his cock inside Lionel with an increasing pace. He fucked until the bed rocked beneath them, then squeaked in rhythm with their fuck. Arthur slipped his hands down the legs until holding them behind the knees and pushed them over until the thighs were tight to the chest and the ass angled upward and he resumed fucking. He fucked the ass hard. He drove his cock into Lionel’s depths with such force the bed tapped the wall, then banged into it as he increased his pace. Sweat beaded up on his body, trickled down his face, and rained down on Lionel.
“Take me; take me,” Arthur exclaimed.
Arthur hammered Lionel’s ass until he could hold back no longer. Then he slammed into Lionel’s depths and shook with release.
Arthur lay against Lionel feeling the cock inside him, pumping into his depths. Lionel hugged their bodies together and fucked. And fucked. Fucked until he needed to cum, and he rolled Arthur to his stomach, moved over him, and fucked with such urgency and need, hips smacked against ass and Arthur clung to the bed trying to push his ass up to take Lionel deeper.
Lionel cried out as he slammed into Arthur’s depths, and Arthur felt the shuddering body against him, knowing Lionel was pumping cum into him.
Spent, Lionel fell over Arthur. He kissed the back of Arthur’s neck, then along the side of the face and back to the ear. “I think we’re going to make great roommates,” Lionel whispered. Arthur turned his head to look back at him and they laughed.
“Let’s go shower and get dressed. I’m really starving now,” said Lionel.
The tavern was two blocks from the townhouse, nestled between a general store and a candle shop. It had small windows across the front that did nothing to light the interior and Arthur found himself with Lionel seated at a table at the rear of the dining room. His back was to the front, listening to Lionel tell about himself with questions interjected to learn about him at the same time.
He was vaguely aware of others entering the tavern or paying the waitress and leaving. He was focused on Lionel who was talking about growing up in the countryside outside of Oxford, hunting with his grandfather, when Lionel suddenly looked toward the front and smiled.
“Some friends have arrived.”
“Friends?”
“We met a year ago while visiting our older siblings at the university. They’re coming over. I’ll introduce you.”
Arthur waited, making himself sit still and not look back. He sensed them, coming up close.
“Lionel, you made it and is this your—Arthur!”
Arthur had recognized the voice, thinking it could not possibly be, but he turned and looked up at Adrian, and behind him, Otto, Edwin, and Rainer stood looking just as surprised.
“Hey guys.”
Adrian and Otto laughed, then Edwin, as Lionel looked from Arthur to the four guys.
“You guys know each other?”
“We met on the way up. Spent a few days at the cabin,” said Otto.
“The cabin?! NO, did you really,” said Lionel, and he turned to Arthur. “No wonder you knew what to do.”
“You guys…already…really?” said Adrian.
Otto put an arm around Arthur’s shoulders and looked across the table at Lionel. “And you were worried about what kind of roommate you would have.”
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