Happy Memories

1.

My parents had sent me to London from my hometown in the Philippines to gain a better education. I was also glad to get away because I’d had to hide my sexuality. Gays were not generally accepted by most people, including my parents.

I’d done well with my studies and was now moving to a college where I was to study history, a topic that had always interested me. I attended my first class with a group of others. There were twelve of us in total, most of whom were male, which suited me. The few females therefore had plenty of choice if they were interested. I certainly wasn’t and politely declined interest from any who showed interest in me. I was far more interested in the guys, although most showed signs of being macho heterosexuals.

However, there was one guy who I suspected could be like me. His name was Jeremy, and from what I gathered from the odd remarks he made, he was from a rich family who owned an estate near Maidstone in Kent and a London apartment, in Kensington.

The history tutor was a twenty-eight-year-old guy named Dexter. He was dead-drop gorgeous, and my mind was full of sexual thoughts as he introduced himself.

“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he” Jeremy whispered into my ear.”

I just smiled and didn’t reply. It was too soon to admit my interest in men, especially older men, but it at least confirmed my suspicions about Jeremy.

Somehow, I managed to drag my mind out of the gutter and concentrate on the topic Dexter was talking about, which was fascinating and confirmed my decision to study history. Seeing my keen interest in the subject, Dexter looked at me and Jeremy on several occasions when he asked for comments. Having seen that the others, apart from Jeremy, weren’t answering, either he or I would respond.

Afterwards, there were odd remarks from some students about our frequent contributions.

“Think he fancies you two” one student commented in a derisory tone.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m here to learn, so joining in is part of the learning process” I replied and walked away with Jeremy following.

“That was brilliant. They’re jealous because they couldn’t provide intelligent input” he commented. “They’re also getting at us because we identify as gay. You are gay, aren’t you?” he asked, now unsure.

I stopped and looked at him. “I am, but I don’t see the need to publicise the fact.”

“No, neither do I so won’t say a word to anyone, especially those morons. But I’m glad you are. I like you. Can I be your friend?”

I saw no reason to say no, so agreed. My decision also enabled me to upgrade my cheap lodgings to living with him in his parents’ apartment in Kensington. They seldom used it and if they were to do so, gave ample warning. Jeremy told me that he’d come out to his parents who accepted his sexuality. He was an only child, so he was given whatever he needed.

Both of us were seventeen at the time of starting college but were soon to reach our eighteenth birthdays within a few days of one another. Knowing I’d be alone, since my parents couldn’t afford to travel to England, he invited me to join him for his celebration at home in Kent. We travelled down on the Friday evening and returned late on the Sunday.

His mother was charming, as was his father. They insisted that I use their first names, Barbara, and William.

“I understand you’re also studying history” William commented.

“And you’re living at the London apartment” Barbara smiled. “I’m so glad you are. We were concerned about Jeremy being on his own, weren’t we darling.”

“You were. I had no doubt he could manage to look after himself. It’s part if growing up.”

“Come with me, Angelo. I’ll show you your room” Angelo interjected.

“I’ve had the room next to yours made up, Jeremy” his mother called as we made our way. “Thought you’d like to be near one another.”

“Thanks, mum” Jeremy replied and looked at me as we made our way up the winding stairs. “The rooms are linked with an interconnecting door” he grinned.

I suddenly realised what he was inferring. Although I’d now been living with him for ten days, we’d not had sexual intercourse, although Jeremy had kissed me on the cheek several times and walked about the apartment in his sexy underwear for me to feast on, which I enjoyed, so started doing the same.

“You’re in here” he said, opening the door to what seemed to me was a palatial bedroom. It was three times the size of mine at home. “I suggest we keep the interconnecting door open, if that’s okay with you.”

“Sure, fine by me” I replied, hoping I hadn’t been too enthusiastic. He was a nice guy and from what I’d seen had a nice body. “Mum and dad are at the other end of the house, so won’t bother us, or we them” he grinned.

As we were only staying two nights, I’d brought a shoulder bag with what I needed, including a change of clothes. I didn’t wear anything in bed, and I found out later that neither did he.

“What do your parents do?” William asked as we sat in the living room after our meal. Jeremy was helping his mother clear up the dishes, most of which were put into a dishwasher. I’d offered to help but William told me there was no need. “He works for a local manufacturing company but didn’t add that he was a manual worker.

“His mother will be questioning him about whether he’d made friends with others like him” he smiled. “I assume you are since he’s brought you here. Gay, that is. Not that you have to answer. We have no problem with it. As long as he’s happy, we don’t care who he sleeps with.”

I smiled, not too sure how to answer. “Where I come from people like me are not approved of, so I’ve had to hide my sexuality. It’s nice to be able to be who I am and not worry about the consequences.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. It must be difficult. Anyhow, you can be your true self with us and not worry about consequences. Let’s have a brandy” he chuckled as he got up to prepare them.

“I see, on the booze, are we” Jeremy laughed when he came in and saw the glass of brandy in my hand.

“Help yourself” his dad told him. “You’re eighteen now.”

“Thanks, dad. Don’t mind if I do.”

Having got his brandy, he sat on the sofa beside me, resting his hand on my thigh. He was totally relaxed, which was good to see.

The proper birthday celebrations were the following day. His parents had even given me a present, which was kind of them, especially since I’d received nothing from mine, although I had received a card. Jeremy’s present had been a Peugeot e-208 electric car. They’d given me an expensive pen set, which I’d treasure.

When Jeremy and I made our way to bed on the Saturday night, we were both inebriated from the wine, brandy and later, a whisky thrust into our hands by his father.

Once inside my room he took me into his arms and kissed me on the lips. I reciprocated and it became passionate. Somehow, we managed to remove each others' clothes and once naked he led me into his room through the interconnecting door and we collapsed onto the bed. It was my first time. I’d only viewed gay porn up to this point, and that was viewed on a cheap laptop owned by a schoolfriend, but we never had sex, apart from fondling one another’s hard cock.

Both our cocks were now hard, and Jeremy was covering my naked body with his, rubbing our erect cocks together.

“Fuck me” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me. I don’t have condoms, only lube. Is that okay?”

I nodded. My heart racing at the thought of having my cock inside him. I wasn’t bothered about fucking him raw. I’d watched bareback sex, and it turned me on. I knew one should always have safe sex, but that didn’t enter my head at the time.

We rolled over so he was now on his back with his legs over his chest. I lubricated my stiff cock and slipped a finger into his arse to open him up.

“Ah, fuck. That feels good.”

I chuckled. He hadn’t got my big cock in yet. I gently pushed the head into his puckered hole and felt it slip in.

“Fuck, fuck” he cried out. I immediately stopped, thinking I was hurting him. “Keep going. It feels wonderful. I want to feel your whole length inside.”

I obliged and pushed my long thick cock right in and stopped when I felt my pubic hair pressing against his arse. I gently pumped. The sensation was amazing.

“Is that good?” I asked, our eyes locked.

“It’s fucking amazing. I love it. Keep pumping. I want you to shoot your load inside me.”

As I pumped, my body took over. The pace increased until I was fucking him so hard that my big floppy balls were slapping against his arse. Finally, I reached my climax and shot ribbon after ribbon of cum. It was the best orgasm I’d ever had.

“Fuck. That was so good” I said before giving him a passionate kiss.

“It was awesome” he replied, “and my first fuck.”

I grinned. “Me too. A day to remember forever.”

“I want to fuck you” he grinned. I was happy to go along with that, so we changed places, and I held my legs over my chest.

“Wow, what a sight. You’ve got a great arse.”

I giggled and watched him lube his stiff cock. It wasn’t as large as mine, so I knew I’d take it okay. He inserted it into my arse and fucked. First gently and then hard until he let out a long “Fuck, I’m coming.” I hoped his parents didn’t hear us. He shot his load and collapsed on top of me.

“That was fucking brilliant” he said before adding, “We can do it again, can’t we”.

“Of course. I definitely want more.”

He kissed me before saying, “You’re very special. I like you a lot. I’ve fallen in love with you.”

“Does that mean we’re boyfriends?” I replied. He nodded and I kissed him. It was intense and caused our cocks go go hard again. I was tempted to fuck him again. Instead, I suggested we settle down to sleep.

“You’ll sleep with me, won’t you” he replied.

“Of course,” I grinned.

We climbed under the covers and held each other tight. After a while he turned over and I nestled my cock up against his butt.

“That feels nice” he said before dropping off to sleep. A warmth of happiness drifted over my body. I’d never felt like this before. Perhaps I was in love.

I woke in the morning to find him stroking my morning erection.

“Morning” he grinned. “Think this needs attention.” He flung back the covers and dived down the bed to suck my cock. It was the best blow job I’d had. Having dumped my morning load into his mouth, I did the same to him. I took the whole of his hard cock into my mouth and sucked until he too had dumped his load.

“Morning, guys” William grinned as if he’d known what we’d been up to. “Sleep well?”

“Great, thank you” I replied, not daring to look at Jeremy.

We had a lovely day which ended with a late lunch before we drove Jeremy’s new car back to London. He’d learnt to drive having been given a series of driving lessons for his seventeenth birthday. The London apartment had allocated parking in the basement and the landlord had installed charging points for residents.

“You’re a good driver” I commented after a couple of miles.

“Thanks. Had a good instructor. He was gay, so he gave me extra lesson time if I allowed him to fondle me.”

“Wow. I assume your parents didn’t know.”

“No way. He only felt me by putting his hand down inside my shorts. I’d not wear briefs on those days, so he’d have a good feel through my shorts and then inside. He enjoyed massaging my hard cock.”

“Bet you did too” I laughed and felt his cock through his shorts as he drove. Being a warm day, we were both wearing shorts and a T-shirt.

A while later, he pulled off the road. “Let’s remove our briefs and T-shirts” he laughed. So that’s what we did. First T-shirts, then shorts followed by underwear. Now naked, we felt one another before replacing our shorts which we left unfastened for easy access. The rest of the journey was very enjoyable!

2.

After our next lecture with Dexter, he followed us into the corridor. When the others had dispersed, he spoke to us. “Could you come to my room in a few minutes. Won’t keep you long. Have something I’d like to ask you.”

Jeremy and I were intrigued. “What’s that about, do you reckon” he asked. I replied I had no idea. We did as he’d asked and knocked on his door. He welcomed us in with smiles, so we decided it was nothing serious.

“Take a seat” he beamed as he closed the door behind us. I was also sure he’d locked it as well. He moved a chair right in front of us, so we were in touching distance of one another.

“I’ve noticed you two have been very attentive during my lectures, unlike the other students.”

“I’m very interested in the topic and find your method of explanation very helpful” I beamed.

“Same here” Jeremy added. “Your lectures are fascinating.”

“Thank you, guys that’s good to hear” he replied and lent forward to place a hand on our thighs. I automatically opened my legs wider to indicate he could go further if he wanted. Jeremy did the same and Dexter took the hint, so moved his hand further towards our crotch.

“That’s really good to know which brings me on to my suggestion. I’d like to invite both of you to regular discussion sessions where we can explore topics in more detail. They would take place in a relaxed environment. Would you be interested.”

 I looked at Jeremy and he nodded. “Yeah, that would be great. Thank you.”

He beamed and moved his hands further into our crotch. I could feel my cock reacting and I noticed his was too inside his trousers. Looking at the bulge, I guessed he was big. My legs were now wide opened showing off my erection.

“I look forward to getting to know you more” he grinned, moving his hands onto our bulge. He brushed his hand over it and smiled. “People like us need to support one another; don’t you think.”

“Definitely” I replied and placed my hand on his, to encourage it further.

He removed his hands and said “I suggest we meet at my flat. It’s two minutes away from here. It’ll be more discreet than in this office. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, fine” I replied.

“Just one thing. We must keep this arrangement secret. Is that understood?”

“Certainly” Jeremy replied, “Our lips are sealed.”

“Thanks. And that includes your fellow students.”

“No problem” I replied. “We don’t mix with them, in any event. There’re far to heterosexual” I grinned.

“Exactly” he replied.

Having agreed to attend his flat the following evening at 7 p.m., we made our way home.

“At least we know he’s gay” Jeremy laughed.

“He’s talking a hell of a risk. If the college found out, he’d be in deep trouble.”

“So, would we, so not a word to anyone” I replied.

Jeremy laughed. “Can you imagine the headlines. ‘Gay tutor having sex with two students” he laughed.

“If we keep our traps shut, nobody will find out. I find him very sexy.”

“So do I. Imagine having that big cock of his up your arse.”

“I hope he does” I laughed.

Once home we adopted our usual dress rule. No clothes apart from briefs beyond the hallway. I was feeling randy, so removed everything. Jeremy took the hint and did the same. We hugged and kissed, pressing our excited cocks against one another.

“Fancy a Chinese tonight?”

I agreed.

“I suspect it will be the usual delivery guy. He’s gay, so we could invite him to stay.”

That sounded good, guessing what he had in mind. Jeremy placed the order and said it would be delivered within twenty-minutes. It arrived just before. I left Jeremy to answer the door, which he did naked, not bothering about showing off his attributes.

“Hi, Hong, come on in. Can you stay?”

“Yes. I have completed my deliveries for tonight. I love to stay” he replied.

“You know the dress rule” Jeremy laughed and watched Hong remove his clothes.

“This is Angelo.”

“Hi, Hong. Welcome.”

He bowed and I shook his hand, which seemed odd since we were both naked.

“You’ll join us” Jeremy said, indicating the food.

“Yes, thank you. Very kind” Hong replied. Jeremy had told me that Hong had been physically abused by his father so had run away to London to get away from him.

He opened the box containing the Chinese meal and set each item out onto the plates provided by Jeremy. They sat and ate looking at one another’s nakedness. Once finished and Jeremy had cleared away the empty packaging, the fun began. Hong loved being fucked and we were happy to do so.

The following evening we made our way to Dexter’s flat. He’d made us memorise the address rather than write it down to keep the meeting secret. He lived on a street we passed each day on our way to our bus to Kensington, so we found it easily.

Having walked up the two fights of stairs to his flat on the second floor, we knocked on the door. He opened it, clearly pleased to see us.

“Come on in.” Once inside and the front door closed, he looked at us and smiled. “Would you object if I stripped down to my boxer shorts? I frequently do so when at home. It’s more casual.”

“That’s fine by us” I replied, knowing Jeremy wouldn’t object. It also confirmed what we had thought. He was more interested in having sex than discussing history topics. “We’ll join you, if we may, and strip down to our briefs” I grinned.

“Yes, please do so” he chuckled as he removed his shirt and trousers, whilst we did the same.

Once wearing only our underwear and showing off our attributes which were already showing signs if interest, we followed him into the living room which had an alcove for the kitchen area.

“It’s Indian. Hope that’s okay. It’s a lap job, I’m afraid. Living on my own has made me lazy.”

“Don’t worry. We do the same, despite having a dining room” Jeremy replied.

The food was nice, and I enjoyed it whilst discussing our latest history topic. After we’d finished eating, he pulled a book from his enormous book collection and sat between us.

“This shows that history explains current times. Man’s foibles are no different today from times gone by.”

He turned to a page that showed two naked men.”

“Are they doing what I think they are?” Jeremy giggled.

“They certainly are. This was painted on a wall for all to see. Sex wasn’t hidden away in those days.”

I looked at the picture more closely and could see the man’s penis entering the guy in front of him. I felt my own react. Dexter put the book down leaving the page open for all to see. I wondered whether it was an indication of what he wanted to do next.

As if reading my mind, he said to me, “Sit on my lap,”

I eagerly accepted knowing what it would lead to. I knelt across his legs with my butt sitting on his cock which was growing by the second.

“You’ve both got beautiful bodies.” I watched his left hand move onto Jeremy’s semi-hard cock. His right grasped mine, which rapidly became hard at the touch. I could feel his swelling beneath me. He pulled my face to his and we kissed. It was gentle but passionate. He released my cock and fingered my nipples. The sensitive touch caused ripples of sexual excitement within me.

“This needs sucking” he told Jeremy who looked at my hard cock and immediately went down on it Grabbing Jeremy’s mop of hair, Dexter moved his head up and down, forcing him to take the length.

When my cock was swollen to its maximum, he used a remote to convert the faux leather sofa into a bed but kept the back part slightly inclined. He pulled me forward and rubbed the head of his cock against my arse. He looked at me and I nodded, knowing what he wanted to do. He grabbed some lube from the side table, lubricated his cock and guided it into my arse. Jeremy watched the large organ disappear inside.

Once fully inside he instructed Jeremy to kneel behind me and double fuck me. Another first for me. We’d watched guys double fucking in porn but that was all. I felt his cock stretching my arse wide as his stiff cock slid in on top of Dexter’s. Afterwards he said it was a fantastic experience. I made a mental note to be the one to double fuck him next time.

We visited Dexter at his flat twice a week under the pretence of in-depth discussion on historical topics. In reality each session involved him showing us historical pornographic pictures followed by him fucking one of us. And I did get my opportunity to double fuck Jeremy with Dexter’s big cock embedded inside Jeremy’s arse.

3.

Just before the Easter break Dexter invited us to join him for ten days at a retreat in Sussex.

“It’s a group that provides support for gay guys who for one reason or another need help. I am a Master so help out when I can. They’d love you to join me for the experience.

“What do they do?” Jeremy asked.

“A range of activities. If you agreed, you’d first go through an initiation ceremony. They’re not religious in any way, in fact they detest religion, but they are a cult, of sorts, so have set rituals, which you’ll enjoy.”

“Count me in” I replied, “it sounds interesting.”

Jeremy said the same. He knew his parents wouldn’t mind him missing Easter with them. It was agreed that we’d meet at Dexter’s flat first thing on that morning, and he’d drive us to the retreat.

“As usual don’t mention this to anyone. And one other thing, you won’t need a change of clothes, just personal items. Once there, you’ll be provided with a garment to wear. I normally travel wearing just a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, plus suitable footwear.”

I was intrigued, wondering what the provided garment would be but decided to wait and see.

“Do you reckon this retreat is an excuse for a gay orgy?” Jeremy said as we made our way home.

“Possibly. Who knows but I’m willing to find out. Knowing Dexter, it’s extremely likely.

Dressed as instructed with no underwear, we made our way to the flat. Dexter was ready so we made our way to his car which was parked down the street.

The retreat was just outside Cooksbridge in a large country house. The journey took just over two hours in his old Volvo. Jeremy opted to sit in the back, so I sat in the front. We agreed we’d change over on the return journey. Once outside London and on the open road, Dexter took every opportunity to place his hand on my naked thigh. I opened my legs wide, inviting him to go further, and he did, touching my growing cock. I offered to drop my shorts to give him access to my organ, but he said “Better not. It will distract my driving!”

When we arrived at the house, which was set in its own private grounds, he parked the car alongside the front door.

A young guy in his late teens, came out to meet us wearing a white knee length open-fronted garment with a hole for his left arm, his right shoulder exposed as were his genitals. “Good day, Master. Welcome.” He then welcomed us. “Please remove your clothes. They’ll be kept for you and returned when you leave.”

I looked at Dexter who was slipping off his T-shirt. “Strip naked and you’ll be given a garment to wear.” Jeremy and I raised our eyebrows at one another and stripped. Once stripped, and our shorts, T-shirt and trainers had been placed in a cotton bag with our name on it, the young guy gave us a white cotton garment like his. Once on, it left us fully exposed like him. Being a Master, Dexter’s was not open down the front but was white like ours.

“Follow me” he commanded. Once inside a large hallway which had a grand winding staircase to the upper floors.

“I’ll leave you with Damon who will tend to your needs” Dexter announced before disappearing through a door.

“How long have you been here Damon?” I asked.

“A year. I was homeless when I was found by a Master. My stepfather sexually abused me, especially when drunk. One day, when my mother tried to stop him whilst I was tending the garden, he pushed her. She fell and hit her head on a rock. It killed her. My father was convicted of murder and sent to prison. I decided to run away rather than be taken into care.”

“I’m so sorry” I replied. “Are you happy here?”

“Very. The Masters love me. After my initiation I was given the name Damon. It’s an Ancient Greek name. You’ll be given one too, after your initiation.”

He took us into a room where we waited. A guy walked in wearing the same style of garment as Dexter, which I assumed was the standard dress.

“Greetings. I’m Master Nicholas. I will take you through the initiation ceremony. You must obey every instruction I give you to be accepted. Is that understood.”

“Yes, Master” we replied, now even more intrigued. He instructed Damon to remove his garment and stand in front of us to one side. He was a truly beautiful eighteen-year-old and I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to sexually abuse him.

“Stand beside one another with your hands behind your head and your feet apart.”

Having obeyed his order he moved closer and took our genitals into his hands. He gently squeezed them. “You’ve both been well blessed. Make good use of them.” He reached between my legs and pulled my butt cheeks apart so he could finger my hole, pressing deep inside with two fingers.

He then removed my garment leaving me stark naked with Damon looking intensely at my nakedness. Through a slit in his own garment he exposed his semi-hard cock.

“Get on your knees and suck it” he demanded. I was happy to do so and did. I took the rapidly growing organ into my mouth and sucked it. “You suck well, boy.”

He then turned to Jeremy and commanded him to do the same. Once naked he knelt beside me and sucked the Master’s cock whilst I looked on.

“Good, you’ve done well.”

“You” he indicated to Jeremy, “bend over the table.” He then instructed me to fuck Jeremy’s arse bareback, using spittle as lube. Having fucked for two minutes he instructed me to stop. Jeremy then had to fuck my arse. With that done, we were both told to bend over the table. He then fucked my arse with his big now rock-hard cock. He fucked vigorously, causing my body to shake. Even so, it felt good. He switched back and forth between us until our arses we’re sore.

Having given both of us a good fuck without reaching a climax, he told Jeremy to bend over the table again. Damon was then instructed to fuck him. Once his cock was deep inside, I was instructed to fuck Damon whilst he continued fucking my boyfriend.

After a few minutes, the Master stopped us. “You’ve done well and completed the first part of the initiation process. Come with me. Damon will bring your garments. We were led stark naked out into the large hallway and then outside along a covered walkway. We then entered a large room that had a long table in the centre. Twelve young naked guys were standing around it. Dexter and two other Masters were standing at one end.

I was bodily lifted onto the table and laid flat on my back. Jeremy stood watching. One of the guys climbed onto the table and straddled my legs. Another joined him and was given a large tub of something. It was a creamy mixture of some sort. Both guys then proceeded to smother my whole body, including my face and hair with the creamy mixture. I later found out that it was a mixture of butter and cream, the ingredients being from two cows that were looked after by the boys.

My legs were lifted high to expose my arse and this was smothered with the mixture. It was spread down and between each leg including my cock and balls. Two fingers were inserted deep inside. I just let them do what they had to do without saying anything.

When my body had been well covered, the guy facing me lifted my legs over my head for the other guy to hold them. With my arse high in the air, the front guy stood on the table and fucked me whilst everyone watched. This time, the fuck continued until he’d dumped his load of cum inside my arse.

Now finished, he got off the table and another climbed on to relieve the leg holding guy. He then proceeded to fuck my arse until he too had dumped his load. This continued until all twelve lads had fucked me and shot their load into my arse.

It was then Jeremy’s turn, and the same procedure was followed until he too had been fucked by twelve cocks, dumping their load. To finish, I had to fuck Jeremy in front of everyone and dump my load over his entrance, to prove I’d climaxed, and continued fucking for another five minutes. I was exhausted by the time I’d finished. He then had to do the same to me.

“You’ve done well, boys” Master Nicholas told us. “You’ve passed your initiation.” He then gave each of us our Ancient Greek names. Mine was Orion and Jeremy’s was Helios. We had to use these whilst at the retreat.

Everyone then went upstairs to the shower room which contained six showers, so I shared one with a guy. We washed one another including each other’s genitals, which was interesting. Once cleaned and dried, we returned downstairs, still naked, to the refectory where three naked boys served the meal before joining us. A Master sat at each end and Dexter, plus another, sat on opposite sides facing one another, us boys either side of them.

When the meal was finished, a different set of boys cleared away and did the washing up.

“Do you ever wear clothes?” I asked one guy as I dried plates.

“No. Only the robe, and that only occasionally. The Masters, like us naked.

“I bet they do” I chuckled.

“They’re very kind to us and we live in a safe place. Once we feel able to face the outside world, we leave but can always visit if we wish.”

“What’s your name?”

“Alexander”

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen. I’ll probably leave soon after I reach eighteen. My father told me to leave home when he found out I was gay.”

“Where do you all sleep” Jeremy asked.

“We all sleep in the dormitory. It’s one big room with double beds. We sleep in pairs. If there are more of us, then three to a bed. Every two weeks we change bed mate by picking cards out of a bag.

After the chores had been completed, we made our way to the large living room. Some boys were watching television, others were watching gay porn.

“Do the Masters know about this” I asked.

“Of course. It was their idea. They say we need to widen our knowledge about gay sex. We try things out things we’ve seen in films, in the sex room.”

“A sex room?” Jeremy gasped.

“Yes, it’s great. Come and see” Alexander said.

The sex room was at the end of the hall. It had a wide range of equipment. One guy was strapped into a sling hanging from the ceiling. His legs were stretched wide apart making his butthole ready for fucking, which another boy was about to do. Another boy was strapped to a wooden cross. He was being whipped by one guy whilst another dripped hot wax onto his stiff cock.

I then saw a sixteen-year-old strapped to a bench, his wide-open legs strapped above his head and being fucked by a mechanical dildo. Whoever had set it up had left him.

“You okay” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine” he grinned. “I’d love my cock sucked.” I duly obliged.

Suddenly I was grabbed by two guys. “Let’s strap him into a sling. I loved fucking his arse” one of the older guys laughed. I let them carry me over to a vacant sling and strap me in. I soon had my arse wide open ready for fucking. Four of them fucked one after the other and then had a second round before shooting their spunk inside me.

Across from me, I could see Jeremy. He’d been strapped over a fuck bench and guys were fucking his arse.

At ten-thirty, a Master came in and told everyone to stop what they were doing because it was time for bed.

“You’re sleeping with Alexander” he told me, looking at my open arse.

“Nice” he grinned.

An open urinal had been installed on one wall of the shower room, so guys stood in a line and peed. It was an interesting experience. Once peed, hands washed and teeth brushed, we made our way to the dormitory. Alexander led me to a bed along one wall. Opposite there were more. Jeremy had been assigned to sleep with another sixteen-year-old.

Being reasonably warm, there was only a sheet, although that didn’t stay on long. The bed was a very small double, so our naked bodies were touching. Alexander snuggled up close to me, so I wrapped my arms around him. Surprisingly, I slept well.

***

I woke in the morning to the sound of guys fucking to relieve their morning hard-on. I fucked Alexander to relieve mine and massaged his whilst I fucked. Soon after he’d cum, I did too.

After breakfast, we were invited to join four other boys to have a walk through the grounds. It was another beautiful day, and the sun warmed our naked bodies as we wandered across the grass. The other four stopped on an incline from where you could see the house.

“Time for a fuck” one of them grinned. Jeremy and I were then grabbed and pushed to the ground on our hands and knees. One guy knelt behind me and using spittle to lubricate his cock, plunged it inside me. It felt good, so I was happy. I could see Jeremy in front of me receiving the same treatment. He too was smiling and grunting happily.

Life wasn’t all play for the guys. They were required to milk the cows to make butter and cream, as well as keeping the house clean and tidy. They also prepared all meals under the supervision of a Master and did the washing up. The boys organised themselves into groups to undertake their allotted task.

“Time for lucky ball” someone announced after our evening meal the following day. A bag of balls was produced, and everyone had to put their hand in and remove one ball. If you removed a red ball that meant you’d be fucked by everyone with everyone cheering on. Guess what. I selected the red ball.

I was bodily carried into the sex room where I was strapped into the sling. With my arse now ready to fuck, it was plunged by the first guy, who shot his load, and then the next until everyone had climaxed inside me, including Jeremy. At least they used lube, so it was an enjoyable experience.

“Hope you enjoyed your time here” Dexter said as we prepared to leave on our day of departure. Our clothes were returned so once dressed into our shorts and T-shirt, we set off home.

I was now sitting in the back and as we made our way, my mind going through what we’d been doing for the past few days. Sex played a big part, and my arse was well and truly fucked. The whole experience seemed like a dream.

4.

Soon after our visit to the Retreat, Dexter ended our regular discussion and sex meetings. He told us we should move on. We’d seen him chatting up another student who’d recently joined the history group, so guessed he’d found another arse to fuck. It didn’t bother us. Both of us were also studying English and we got friendly with Harry, another student who was also eighteen. We recognised he was gay so hit on him one day after class.

“Want to come back to our place for a drink?” I asked him. He immediately accepted, no doubt hoping for more than a drink.

“Wow. This is some pad” he exclaimed as he walked inside.

“It belongs to my parents who seldom use it these days” Jeremy explained before telling Harry about our clothing rule.

“You don’t have to” I laughed, not wanting to put him off.

“Fuck, no. I’m happy to do so. I’m sharing with a straight guy. He’s a prude. Tells me off if I prance around the place in my underpants. He’s a nightmare but it’s all I can afford out of my student allowance.”

“Won’t your parents help?” Jeremy asked.

Harry laughed. “They spend their time arguing. They don’t care a fuck about me. My younger sister gets all the attention. I chose a London college to get away from them. They don’t know I’m gay, either. My father would blow a fuse if he found out. I’m not returning home after finishing college. Fuck them.”

I felt sorry for him and hugged him. I’d already removed my clothes whilst he talked, so was now down to my briefs. Jeremy had done the same, so we both hugged him.

“Thanks guys. I really appreciate you inviting me. Don’t make friends easily. Always afraid of being rejected. Story of my life.”

“You can put all that behind you now. We’re your friends. So, shall we help you undress?” I grinned. He nodded, so as I unfastened items and helped him remove them, Jeremy neatly folded each item and placed them beneath the hall table with ours.

“Do you ever remove everything” Harry grinned.

“Yeah. Frequently. Want to do so?”

Harry nodded enthusiastically and we all slipped off our briefs to exhibit our cocks which were showing definite signs of interest. Whilst Jeremy attended to drinks, I showed Harry around.

“This is fucking awesome. Must be great living in a place like this. So wish I could. But I’m stuck with Mr Prude. Most gay guys enjoying showing off their bits, don’t they?”

“Younger guys certainly do from my limited experience. We certainly do.”

“You’re so very, very lucky.”

I took him into my arms and hugged his now naked body. Our cocks kissed and reacted. We looked at one another and grinned.

“Drinks are ready” Jeremy shouted from the living room.

We joined him and Harry repeated to Jeremy how lucky we were, and it was his dream to live in such a place instead of the hovel he lived in.

“Is it that bad?” Jeremy asked.

“Yes, and to make it worse, Mr Prude is a lazy, sloppy git. Leaves clothes on the floor all over the room and never tidies up. I have to do everything. Wow, this is nice. What is it?”

Jeremy told him what he’d mixed together to make the cocktail. When they’d been consumed, Harry said he needed a piss. After he was closeted in the bathroom, Jeremy whispered, “How about inviting him to live with us? He seems a nice guy.”

The same thought had passed through my mind, but it wasn’t my place to invite someone else since Jeremy’s family owned the place.

“Yeah, great idea. Nice body and looks very fuckable.”

“You’ve got a one-track mind” he laughed. I chuckled and asked if his parents would mind.

“Nah., They don’t care as long as we don’t trash the place.”

Harry appeared on the tale end of our conversation.

“We were wondering if you’d like to stay for a meal. We can order something in.”

“Thanks, l’d love to.”

I looked at Jeremy and he nodded. “We’re also wondering if you’d like to move in with us” I said. “There’s a second bedroom, which we’d all have to share if Jeremy’s parents visited since we’re using the master bedroom.”

“Wow. Are you sure?”

“I suggest we try it for a month and see how it goes. If any of us decide it’s not working, then we’d end the arrangement” Jeremy added.

“That’s great. I’d pay my share.”

“It’s only food and general everyday living items. We use a credit card for those costs and at the end of each month share the bill.”

“Brilliant. You’ve no idea what that means to me. I’ll help out with the chores, unlike Mr Prude.”

I moved to the sofa where he was sitting and put my arm around him. “We’re happy to help. There will, of course, be other activities where you’ll be expected to join in” I laughed and placed a hand on the inner part of his naked thigh, within inches of his flaccid cock.

He looked at me and laughed. “Bring it on. It’ll make a change from wanking in the bathroom.”

Jeremy moved to sit the other side of him. “I have a feeling we’re going to get on fine” he grinned, placing his hand on the inner thigh of Harry’s other leg.

Cocks began to react, and we soon had three hard cocks anxious for action.

“Before we get carried away, we need to decide what we’d like to eat and order it” I said.

Jeremy suggested Indian and we agreed, so I grabbed my phone and ordered a masala chicken plus pilau rice from the local Indian restaurant that provided a home delivery service.

“Will be here in about 30 minutes” I said before kneeling in front of Harry to begin sucking his cock.

Half an hour later the door intercom sounded. Jeremy said he’d go, so ran naked out of the room.

“I really appreciate your kindness” Harry said.

“You’re very welcome. I know what it’s like living in a dump. I was in one when Jeremy became a friend and invited me here. His family has a bob or two.”

He suddenly threw his arms around me and kissed me boldly on the lips. It became intense and I took hold of his stiff cock.

“I hope you’ve not started without me” Jeremy giggled on entering the room.

“We’re just warming up”, I laughed. “I hope you covered yourself when you opened the door” I added.

“Grabbed a T-shirt and held it front. The young Indian delivering, couldn’t take his eyes off my crotch, so whilst I gave him a tip, I dropped the T-shirt as I took the box from him. His eyes lit up. Was tempted to invite him in.”

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Harry fitted in well, so it was agreed he’d stay. He was also an avid photographer so frequently set up his two cameras, that he’d bought secondhand, to film us having threesomes, with me fucking him or Jeremy whilst the other sucked cock, or him being double fucked. He loved being fucked and preferred being a bottom. The footage was purely for our own pleasure, and we frequently enjoyed evenings watching it streamed to the large TV.

Our courses finally came to an end, and the dreaded exams were upon us, but fortunately we all did well and achieved high grades. If we’d been examined on our sexual activity, we’d have achieved the highest diploma!

Harry decided he wanted to be a teacher, so signed up for a teaching course down south. He’d chosen that location to be even further away from his parents who’d shown no interest in his achievements.

Jeremy and I had firmly decided that our love for one another was solid and wanted to remain together. We told his parents that we were going to set up home together and eventually marry. They were very happy for us. So happy in fact, that his father transferred the Kensington apartment into our joint names.

I’d not kept my parents aware of my love for another man because I knew they’d never understand. I simply told them I’d achieved good grades at college and was now working in an office in London so wouldn’t be returning home. Jeremy’s father had introduced us to one of the many companies he was associated with and after being interviewed we’d both been offered employment to set up a new section and run it together within a management consultancy business. It wasn’t what I’d imagined doing, but I found I enjoyed it, and we worked well together.

The day we’d been offered the job and accepted it, we returned home and ordered an Indian meal. We’d not ordered one since that night we’d invited Harry to join us, and Jeremy had exposed himself to the delivery guy.

On this occasion we both answered the door wearing our scanty briefs, which hid nothing. It was the same guy who’d delivered before. His eyes immediately zoned in on the bulge inside our briefs and I recognised he was gay.

“Interested?” I smiled, rubbing my bulge. His eyes lit up and hastily looked to see if anyone else was watching. There wasn’t because we were the only apartment that side of the building on that floor. “Come on in” I suggested. He immediately stepped over the threshold.

“You are gay, aren’t you” Jeremy smiled.

He nodded. “My father would kill me if he knew.”

“Then we’ll make sure he doesn’t find out” I grinned. “What’s your name?”

“Ishan”

“And how old are you?” Jeremy asked.

“Eighteen” he proudly replied.

“So, would you like to come in and have some fun with us?” I asked.

“Yes, please” he replied eagerly. “I’ve finished my shift. Yours was my last delivery.”

“Excellent” Jeremy beamed. “But we have a house rule. No shoes beyond here.”

“No problem” he replied and removed his shoes.

“Or anything else” I added as I removed my briefs. Jeremy did the same. He looked at our nakedness and licked his lips.

“Ah, okay, no problem” he grinned and removed all his clothes.

“You have a beautiful body, and a nice cock” I said, taking hold of the flaccid organ which reacted to me holding it.

“Thank you. And both of you.”

We took him into the living room where gay porn videos were being streamed to the TV from my laptop. His eyes lit up as he looked at a big black guy fucking a white guy’s arse.

I asked if he’d eaten, and he said he hadn’t, so we invited him to join us in eating the Indian meal he’d brought.

“We’re celebrating. We’ve both been offered jobs today” Jeremy said, passing him a bottle of Cobra from the box of eight we’d purchased on our way home. We ate and drank until the food had gone and we’d each consumed two Cobras.

We then settled down to sex, drinking another Cobra and smoking a joint, which we didn’t do very often but we were celebrating.

It wasn’t long before Ishan was on his knees, and I was fucking his arse whilst Jeremy was sucking his cock. I’d also purchased a bottle of poppers, so we all sniffed from that. This was a new experience for Ishan, but he embraced it fully. He loved having his arse fucked, and we loved fucking it. He also enjoyed watching me fucking Jeremy.

He stayed the night because he was too pissed. He shared our bed, with him in the middle, and before we settled down, Jeremy and I fucked him one more time. Whether he was aware I’m not sure, but he seemed happy enough.

Ishan remained a good friend and frequently visited us after finishing his shift for a meal followed by sex. As time went by the sexual activity with our tutor seemed a dream, but I knew it wasn’t, as was the time we spent at the Retreat. Happy memories?

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