Kevin and Adam

by Jason Land

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Kevin meets Adam

A homoerotic story

By

Jason Land

 

This is the first of three connected stories which should be read in the following order:

Kevin Meets Adam

Kevin, Adam & Brett

Kevin & Adam Become an Item


CHAPTER 1

My name is Kevin Maitland; Kevin Connor Maitland to be exact. I live and work on what is usually known as the Near North Side in Chicago. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the geography of one of America’s largest cities, Chicago sits at the south west tip of Lake Michigan.  It is essentially a rectilinear city, with streets running either north-south or east west.  Each street, whatever its length, always retains the same name, so that you always know where you are on the grand plan as it were.  You may, of course, be miles from where you want to be, because the streets can be very long, but blocs are numbered in a very regular manner so that you can easily find places.  All in all it is a very logical layout and numbering system, which beats New York’s hands down.  Chicago was, for many years, America’s second city, but with the growth of Los Angeles on the west coast, it has fallen to third place.  Nevertheless, Chicago is a huge city with lots going on.  It’s a great place to live and I love it.

The downtown area, the centre of the city is called the Loop, which takes its name from the fact that a superannuated, overhead city transport light railway rattles in a loop around the area.   To the east of The Loop is Lake Michigan; south of The Loop are the poorer suburbs and many industrial plants; the Near North Side begins just north of The Loop, where North Michigan Avenue, Chicago’s most prominent north – south thoroughfare, crosses the east-west orientated Chicago River and becomes what I personally consider one of the finest streets in the USA with some fine shops and shopping malls and some great architecture, both ancient and modern.  Chicago has long been famed for the most advanced and adventurous architecture in the USA, ahead of New York and other cities.

To the immediate west of North Michigan, the quality again drops off rapidly, but to the east in a sort of triangle formed by the avenue itself and a road called Lake Shore Drive, which follows the shore of the lake as it runs north at a somewhat western angle.  The upper part of this triangle is a nice place to live.  There are some fine apartment  houses and a few newer, smaller hotels in private hands, which offer their clients something more individual than the large chain hotels, most of which are present in downtown Chicago or around the airport at O’Hare, out further west.

This triangular subdivision, I suppose I should call it, ends just north of one of Chicago’s iconic old hotels, the Drake. Here, North Michigan Avenue meets its definitive end as it merges tangentially with Lake Shore Drive, which continues its northern course along the lake shore to the east. On its west side, looking out over Lake Michigan are large apartment blocks, forming what is called the Gold Coast.  This is one of the best residential areas of Chicago proper, as distinct from its many far flung suburbs. Just a few streets over to the west, the quality again drops off dramatically: the beauty, if beauty it is, is but skin deep!

Why am I telling you all this? Not because I am a city tour guide, but because I work in the office of small real estate agency, Boardman’s, which concentrates its sales efforts on precisely this rich area and a little further north. I am what, in the language of the profession, is called a “negotiator” which is an upmarket name for a salesman and I joined the Boardman agency aged nineteen, as a trainee negotiator. 

I had no real academic qualifications to speak of on leaving school and had taken a job in a supermarket, but then I got the chance of this job in the property business, so I jumped ship and took it. Boardman’s has a series of branches all over the Chicago area, but I had the luck to be sent to this Gold Coast branch, as it was called, which dealt with property in the area I have just sketched out above.  Initially, I was sort of the odd-job boy; the only male employee in an office staffed by some six ladies of indeterminate age, all of whom were determined to mother me.

Why was this? Well, even though I say so myself, I was an attractive (I still am!) young recruit, with nice manners and well spoken and these ladies simply adored having a man about the place.  Alas, they did not know that I was totally gay, a confirmed and practicing homosexual from the moment I left high school and I wondered what their reaction would be when it finally became common knowledge as it inevitably would, where my sexual inclinations lay. Well, in the event, it was a non-event.  They just accepted me for what I was: a handsome looking, nice -mannered guy.

I was not, and am still not today, an effeminate type. On the contrary, I had always been a keen sportsman and gymnast at school and I know that my body, and, dare I say it, my cock, were the envy of most of my school friends. So my lady co-workers did not feel they had an effeminate type in their midst, which I think they might have found embarrassing.  Anyway, I was totally accepted for what I was by all of them and we all got along together with no problems.

At the time I joined Boardman’s I was already living alone in a rented room.  My father had caught me in my bedroom, in the act of fucking my first male conquest.  I must have been mad to think that I would get away with it, but he walked in on us as I was battering my partner’s arse as hard as I could.  My father is a very straight laced type and could not believe that I, his only son (I have two older sisters) could be gay.  Anyway, there was an enormous bust-up, which resulted in my leaving home, accompanied by a flood of tears from my mother and sisters. But my father was adamant; no homosexual, not even his own son, was going to sleep under his roof. We went through a long drawn out dramatic row together, the outcome of which was that my father might just as well have uttered those immortal words: never darken my doorstep again.  He did not actually say that, but he made it quite clear that I was no longer welcome and should leave.  So that was that and away I went, to the sound of my mother’s entreaties to let her know where I would be staying.  Aged nineteen I was out of the family home, on my own and had to paddle my own canoe, which quite frankly, I really did not much mind.

My life at Boardman’s was very pleasant.  I was soon taken out on sales presentations with one or other of my female colleagues and I quickly saw what was needed.  As I have explained, the Boardman office where I was located had, as its sales territory, all this northern part of Chicago, of which the jewel in the crown was the near North Side and the Gold Coast. But there was also lots of other, less desirable real estate, set a little back from the lake, all of which was eminently saleable, albeit to a somewhat different type of clientele.  And sell them we did as greenbacks were greenbacks whether from wealthy lake-front buyers or from more modest types looking for a starter home to renovate, not too far from the downtown area.  

I was first allowed to take out prospective buyers alone, when the office was overwhelmed with requests to see properties for sale.  I quickly discovered that in joining a realtor’s office, I had fallen on my feet, for I had a natural ability to talk to clients, listen to what they wanted, and show them what we had on our books that might meet their requirements.  Once started as a salesman proper, I found I had the knack of twiddling the prospective clients around my little finger as I have that much-desired, but difficult-to- acquire attribute called empathy: clients truly thought that I understood their problems and desires.   And who is ultimately to say, for I was successful in the gentle art of closing the deal: getting clients to sign on dotted line and thereby earning my commission. So I very quickly became a good salesman. Realtors are notoriously poor payers of basic salary, but shell out lots on commission, so you have every incentive to sell. So sell I did and I earned loads of commission and was soon making a very good income.

Well, now that you know what I do for a living, let me fast forward from a beginner aged nineteen to today, when I am  twenty three years old.  If you can believe it, I turned out to be so good at closing deals, that from my joining Boardman’s aged nineteen, by the time I was twenty one years old, I was the top salesman in the office where I worked. So, for the past two years – just wait for this – I have been earning just over $100,000. - each year in salary and commission.  This year I might even make $120,000.-!  It sounds amazing I know, but it is a fact. Were my female colleagues jealous? If they were they never showed it and life at Boardman’s was just great for me. I loved the job and was earning what I thought of as big bucks. I wondered what my father would have said; but we had no contact; I occasionally met my mother in The Loop in Chicago’s top department store, Marshall Fields, for a somewhat mournful lunch, but that was the extent of my contact with my family.

CHAPTER 2

 

So, now you know all about how I earn my living, what about my private life?

Well, as I told you earlier, I am a regular practicing homosexual. I am totally gay and, outside the office, I lead a very active gay life-style. My earnings quickly let me leave the one room I had taken when my father threw me out of the family home and I rented a large two bedroom apartment on the top floor of a newly renovated block, called Lake Shore Towers, on the near north side, just below the Drake Hotel. 

The building was not actually right on the lake shore itself, but was near enough to allow that poetic licence beloved of property developers to give it this grand sounding name. To be fair, from my apartment on the top floor, you could just see the lake, but that was it. But quite frankly, I have never myself been turned on by the thought of having a place with a view on the lake; all you look out on is endless water, grey a lot of the time and not terribly appealing; but that is just my view, which, when I am showing a prospective buyer a Gold Coast apartment with a lake view, I keep to myself.  On my earnings, I could easily afford the rent and it was nice to live in a good neighbourhood with quality shops, bars and restaurants, all within walking distance.

As I told you, I had been a keen sportsman at school and I had joined a gym as soon as I had enough spare cash, to keep myself fit and to try to improve both my body and cock size.  Cock size, whatever anyone might tell you, is an important component of one’s self confidence and is of prime importance to gays, whose main focus is pretty well always on the male sex-organ, which we often refer to as our man-meat.  So, as in the gym, I met a number of other guys who were, like me, gay and who also wanted to build up their bodies and cocks, I soon developed a small group of like minded friends, with whom I had regular sex: an act which I cannot do without.

There were six of us: a well matched group of  gay young studs, all six foot or just over in height; each of us very well muscled and, most importantly, each of us with a good sized fuck-pole between our legs.  I don’t want to sound boastful, but it is a simple incontrovertible fact that I had the biggest cock of our group.  This did not particularly make me the leader as we were, as I said, a well matched group; but it did give me personally a great sense of satisfaction.  At the end of the day, whatever anyone might tell you, size is important and I was really glad that I sported plenty of inches where it mattered most.

The six of us formed a sort of club, which we jokingly called the Lakeshore Copulators, for at the end of the day our main occupation whenever we met, was fucking each other in every different way conceivable; and boy, it’s amazing what you can come up with if you try! So on Friday evenings, we all got together at one or another of our places – we all lived quite separately by the way – and had a little fuckfest; and let me tell you that we must have found every conceivable way of using our cocks on each other. All in all, Friday nights were an absolute ball; we all enjoyed ourselves enormously. 

I hate to think what my father would have thought had he known what his son was getting up to now; remember, I was only nineteen when he kicked me out of his house having he found me having sex with one of my friends in my room. I guess he would have gone totally mad to find that his son was a committed gay who indulged in all kinds of sexual practices which for him, were beyond the pale. I am sure that he would have seen me as a pervert, but I really did not care what he might have thought.  

Neither I nor my friends ever hurt or offended anyone and to a man we were all well spoken and polite towards other people. Out activities were all in private, so what the hell.  There is just so much hypocrisy about sex, so we just got on with doing what we wanted as a group of consenting adults indulging their sexual desires and fantasies in private.

I should perhaps explain something about gay sexual relationships and here I am not talking about lifetime commitments, where two guys fall in love and form an item, but about casual or recreational sex, call it whatever you will.  Guys fall into three distinct categories, which can be described as Tops, Bottoms or Polyvalent.

A ‘Top’ is a guy who only fucks another guy’s butt, but never allows any other guy’s cock to enter his own anus.  Some of these guys remain anal virgins for life.  They fuck other guys’ butts like rabbits, but never ever allow anyone to fuck them; their fundamental orifice is strictly off limits. So their sex life depends upon finding another guy who is happy to have is arse fucked.  As you might image, being a rigid top is really a very limiting characteristic; but there are lots of them around; believe me.

From the point of view of physical satisfaction, a top is well placed to ensure his personal satisfaction.  He simply bangs away at his partner’s hole until he himself reaches orgasm, with all the wonderful feeling that phenomenon always brings with it. Whether the bottom receiving the pounding reaches the same degree of satisfaction depends totally on the top who is fucking him.  Often the top simply climaxes himself and that is that, whilst the bottom of the encounter may be left feeling totally frustrated.

A ‘Bottom’ is just the reverse: he is a guy who loves taking another guy’s cock up his own arse, but who never himself feels the need to use his own fuck-stick on another guy.  I guess that this group relies upon really good top partners to bring them to orgasm, otherwise they are stuck with jerking off their own dicks, which given their proclivity for being fucked rather than fucking themselves, I imagine they do quite often.  I imagine that their sex lives are easier than that of a die-hard top, for lots of guys are always looking for someone to fuck; so bottoms are in great demand.

I suspect, but I am not certain, that those permanent unions where one guy takes on the role of husband and the other that of the female, are made up of a top and a bottom, who, because of their individual but opposite preferences, make up a harmonious couple. It is interesting that even a committed and practising gay such as I am, still finds certain aspects of homosexual relationships unclear; but that is the way it is.

The third category, the Polyvalents, to which group I happily belong, enjoys both fucking and being fucked. It is, to my mind, the very best of situations and avoids, in cases where two guys do become an item, the attribution of the role of wife or husband to one part or the other; where two polyvalents get together as an item, then it is a union of equals, which is the type of union, if I ever get to that stage, I personally favour. Both partners to the union enjoy being with each other and enjoy a mutually harmonious conjugation of the verb to fuck in the both the active and passive voices.

So, what of my personal sex life?  Well with my small group of like-minded gays I had encountered at the gym, we form a small, tight-knit group, which once a week, usually on a Friday night, meets together for an evening of sex.  Where do we meet? Well usually in the apartment of one or another of us, but often in my own place, as I have a bigger apartment than my five buddies.  And what do we do together? Well, you name it: we have tried out everything and usually have very good, often hilarious time together. Sex, for the six of us, is a fun pastime; it’s what I call recreational sex.

Apart from our regular once a week mini-fuckfest, I myself need sex more often than once a week and on an individual basis, at least once a week, I get together on a one to one basis with one of my buddies and we indulge ourselves with some hard sex together.  But it is this need for regular sex, which brings me to the true subject of this story, which is how I came to meet Adam, who became my protégé, lover and, ultimately, although not in any way my intention when we first met, my partner for life.  But fate works in the strangest of ways and this is the story of how a chance meeting changed my life forever.

CHAPTER 3

 

As I said earlier, I need sex on a very regular basis and one of the ways I satisfy my needs is by what, for want of a better name, I call one- night-stands. In fact, these are normally encounters which never last more than a couple of hours and are, for the main part, with business men visiting Chicago and who, like me, are looking for casual sex.  More often than not, they are straight guys who simply want to have a little anal stimulation administered to them by a young muscular stud with a big cock, which bill, and I say this with no false modesty, I fit perfectly.   I truly enjoy fucking some guy whom I have just met, in the full knowledge that, bar exceptional circumstances, I will probably never ever see again.

As I mentioned earlier, the Near North Side where I have my apartment, is an upmarket quarter of good shops, restaurants and smaller privately owned hotels. One of these is called the Howard House, owned by; you guessed it, the Howard family.  This is a recently built deluxe hotel, catering for, among others, wealthy visiting businessmen, who wish to escape from the sterile quality of accommodation offered by the big hotel chains.  The Howard family had invested heavily in this project and it had been a great success, as the place was almost always fully booked.  But the big attraction for me is the ground floor bar, which had quickly become the top gay, quality, pick-up venue on the Near North Side.

I normally go along there straight after work, arriving around six o’clock in the evening, when the bar is filling up with guys – it is essentially a male environment – coming back from their business day.  I have gotten to know the bar-tender, Tony, himself a gay, quite well and he often gives me the nod on some guy who, he has somehow divined (ask me not how), is looking for action, which is the way it is normally put.

My technique is then to position myself with a drink at the bar so that the prospective partner cannot fail to see me and my undoubted readiness to serve. I don’t want to blow my own trumpet, but I am a handsome looking guy with a good figure even when fully dressed; I wear fashionable, sexy looking clothes, which in themselves make a statement, so that anyone with half an eye can see that I am on the prowl, much as they themselves are.

The usual approach is that the prospect wanders across to me and says something like:  “You looking for action – if so, then I’m your man?”  To this I nod my head in assent and then, usually the guy proposes that we go up to his room (they are always staying in the hotel) and have a drink and that old come-on: to get to know one another better. You can see how it goes, for it is the same the world over.

Usually, our meeting ends up with me rapidly getting familiar with the other guy’s anus, which I ream with my considerable cock, with the greatest of pleasure.  I should say that all the guys I ever pulled in this way, were happily married men, who, away from home, fancied a little anal stimulation, something neither their own wives nor a prostitute could give them.  I am usually a maximum of two hours at such sessions and my partner of the moment often invites me to eat dinner with him in the hotel’s (very excellent) restaurant. For the most part they are nice guys, who are bored with constant travelling and being alone; so a little casual sex livens up their lives.

It may seem strange to you, but I just adore these chance encounters, which give me the opportunity to fuck a large number of different types.  Am I promiscuous? Well I guess I am, but I have no true sentimental attachment to any one person; so foot loose and fancy free, I pursue the path which gives me the greatest pleasure, not feeling that I am letting anyone down, which I am not; nor for that matter doing anything even vaguely immoral, a word which I feel is open to wide interpretation.

I was over age and my partners even more so, so where was the wrong? My sex was always with another consenting and indeed, usually an eagerly willing adult, so we both met a need.  I gave my partner a good anal fuck, which is what he usually wanted and I satisfied my own need for regular sex.  It was always quite an adventure and I loved every minute of it! I always practised safe sex and used a brand of condom specially designed for anal sex; and I always gave my partner’s hole a really good lubricating before I penetrate him; so, usually, both he and I had a great time together.

Looking back on this activity now, I am amazed how few of my casual partners wanted to fuck me: it was pretty well always the inverse. I came to the conclusion that most of the straight guys I serviced really did have a very happy sex life with their wives; but from time to time they appreciated a little anal stimulation, which their wives, obviously could not provide; and so, when away from home, they indulged themselves. Of course, professional Male Escorts make a living by meeting the sexual needs of just such guys, many of whom are willing to pay handsomely for such services; which bring me to an amusing story, which I must tell you, before I come to my first encounter with Adam, who is really the focus of this story.

I am not a Male Escort and when I pick up a guy in the Howard Bar, I am not fucking butt for money, but for pleasure; it is the true recreational fuck which I indulge myself in. Anyway one day, I had a most extraordinary experience when I picked up a casual fuck in the bar of the Howard House.  I was at one end the bar, surveying the field, as it were , when I noticed, right at the far end of the bar, a youngish, well dressed man, who was clearly eying me.  When he saw that he had caught my eye, he raised his head in a questioning sort of way, to which I gave him, in return a very slight nod. 

So what would normally have happened next, was that I would have approached him and, after the few, standard ,platitudinous pleasantries, we would have agreed that we both wanted sex and he and I would have gone to his room in the hotel, for  as I mentioned earlier, all the guys I pulled were staying in the hotel. But this time, it was quite different.

Before I had time to make a move towards my prospect, Tony, the gay bartender, whom I knew quite well, came across to me with a small piece of paper on which was written “How much?”  I looked at this with some surprise, for I was not in the business of selling my body for sex; but in a moment of madness, I simply scribbled a reply “$500- per hour”, and handed the paper back to Tony, who, acting as go between, took it to the other end of the bar and gave it to my interlocutor.  A few minutes later, Tony delivered me another note which simply read, “OK; agreed – Room 148 in 15 minutes”.  I have to say that I was utterly staggered by the turn of events and even more so, when some quarter of an hour later I rang the bell on room 148.

The door was opened by my intended sex partner for the evening, who was stark naked! I am used to seeing naked guys, it’s all part of the gay scene; but I had never ever experienced anything quite like this. Usually, even though we both know why we are together, there is normally a certain reticence before we actually strip off for action; but today it was quite different. Anyway, in I went. The guy motioned to a side table and said, “Your $500- cash is there; pocket it and let’s get on with it!”

So, somewhat nonplussed by this utterly unexpected behaviour, I asked the guy what he wanted me to do to him, to which he replied that he wanted a quick anal fuck, that was all, and then I would be free to go.  Before going any further, I told this character, that I would be delighted to service him but that I did not want his money:  I was not a Male Escort, selling sexual services or a gay male prostitute.

He then said, “OK, that’s fine by me. Just strip off and let’s get started!”

So, I shed my clothes, asked him how he wanted to take my cock, to which he told me that he preferred it from the rear. So, with no particular preparation, other than to roll on a condom over my rock-hard cock and applying a bit of lubricant, I entered him and gave him a really hard pounding, during which he simply grunted. Was it approval or disapproval or pain or pleasure or what? Who could tell?  I came myself to a climax with a huge orgasm accompanied by a massive ejaculation of cum.  Then it was all over. My partner, if I could call him that, asked for nothing more.  It was clear that my job was done.

So, withdrawing my cock from his hole, I went into his bathroom just to clean myself up a bit and got dressed ready to leave, with no comments at all from my “partner”. Finally, as I was ready to walk out of the door, he said, “That was a great fuck. I really enjoyed it. Take the money; it will make me feel much better.”

So I finally pocketed the $500.- for performing the strangest fuck ever.  It was the first and last I ever received any payment for my services: it had been a truly weird occasion.

CHAPTER 4

 

I must now come to the crux of this story, which was my meeting with Adam and how that completely changed my life. The scene is again the bar at the Howard House, my favourite stamping ground for picking up a guy for a onetime fuck: a bit of recreational sex as it is known to us habitués.  It was early one evening in summer and it had been a very hot day, not only hot but humid as only Chicago can get.  Some wag once said that in Chicago it was either nought or ninety and if neither, then very windy.  Well this was one of those ninety degree days with high humidity; the weather had been absolutely stifling all day, so that I was glad to get into the air conditioned comfort of the Howard House bar.

No sooner had I set foot into the bar, than I saw standing there at the bar counter a young man to whom Tony, my barman friend was just serving a drink.  I was completely blown away by what I saw.  This young stud was about twenty or so years old, much the same height, about six foot, and muscular build as myself, but there all resemblance ended. Whereas I was rather dark, he was blond and was quite clearly not one of the business types I normally pulled for an evening’s sex in this bar.  Clearly he had just come in from the heat, for he was wearing just a well cut open-neck shirt and a pair of beautifully cut plants, which together emphasised his figure superbly; and, in my eyes, superb was what this guy was. 

My eyes descended to his crotch and as far as I could discern, even from a distance, judging from the bulge in his pants, this young stud – for that was already how I thought of him – had a promising package between his legs. Within seconds of seeing him I could feel my own man-meat stirring, telling me what it wanted and I realised that come what may, I just had to fuck this guy.  I was standing right at the other end of the bar from him and Tony came over to see what I wanted to drink. I raised my eyes in the direction of what had by now become my definite prospect for the evening. Tony gave his shoulders a slight shrug, telling me that he knew nothing about the guy, so I moved down the bar and stood next to him as he raised his drink to his mouth.

“It’s been a scorcher of a day, hasn’t it?” I began.  “I haven’t seen you in here before; you new in town?”

My dream guy turned to me, smiled and said. “Yes, I am fairly new here. I just dropped in this place because I wanted a drink and to escape for a few minutes, at least, from the oppressive heat and humidity outside.”

I eyed the guy up and down and realised that he was really quite sexily dressed and had a beautifully muscular build – just what I really like. So I said to him, “You’re not by any chance looking for a little action are you, if you see what I mean?  I don’t know if you are aware of this, but this bar is one of the top gay pick-up spots around here.  By the way, my name is Kevin Maitland and I’m a regular here.”

“My name is Adam Smith.”  He said. “Nice to meet you, Kevin, but as for the type of action you are clearly suggesting, I am not at all sure that I am your guy.”

“Sorry, I said, I have perhaps got you all wrong, but just looking at the way you are dressed, I thought that you might must be one of us, by which I meant  that you might, like me, be gay.” I paused slightly and then went on.  “Well what I really mean is I sort of hoped, that you might be gay and looking for a little sexual adventure; but perhaps I have misread the signs, in which case, my apologies. Frankly, Adam, I just found you so attractive on first sight, that I just had to ask.”

In spite of his somewhat negative response to my first approach: “I am not sure that I am your guy” he had said, but he had not given me a definitive “no” and I somehow divined that there was a certain reticence in his manner; I wanted to go further with him, to try to find out what was clearly bothering him, for after my longish speech above, his expression was becoming clouded by some thoughts which my proposition had clearly aroused in him.

“I am really sorry if I have offended you,” I said, “But I just had to ask. Brutally put, I find you so attractive that I just hoped that we might click and spend a bit of time having sex together. I have to confess to you, that I do use this bar as a quality pick-up place for the odd recreational sex-partner. I have some regular partners, but I find that the unknown adds a bit of spice to life.  And frankly, I had hoped that you might turn out to be the “unknown” for this evening. But something now seems to be bothering you; I hope that it is not due to what I have said or suggested.”

Adam now started to relax slightly, opening up the possibility of a more productive a dialogue: “No Kevin, you have not offended me at all.”  He paused and sighed and then said: “If only you knew.”

“If only I knew what?” I returned, “What is it that is troubling you?  Look we don’t know one another, forgive the pun, from Adam. But if you would like to talk to me, a total stranger, about your problems, then I’m your man.  You know Adam, it is often so much easier to unburden oneself of one’s innermost thoughts and fears to a total stranger than to a close acquaintance or a family member.  Strangers are like two ships passing in the night; they blink their lights at each other and then are gone. What does it matter if you tell your darkest secrets to a total stranger? The chances are that you and he will never ever meet again; but the very fact that you have put your thoughts and fears into words and shared them with another person, can be very therapeutic and lessen the burden of whatever it that is bothering you. So, here’s a suggestion; you and I are total strangers so let’s go and find somewhere quiet to sit down, get another drink and then, if you wish, you can tell me about what it is that is clearly bothering you.”

With some reluctance, Adam said that he saw the point of my argument and so we moved off to a quiet table in one corner of the bar.  I motioned to Tony to bring us a bottle of cold white wine and once served, Adam began.

CHAPTER 5

 

“I really do not know where to begin” said Adam, by way of an opening gambit, in what turned out to be a long and very revealing conversation.

“Why not try starting at the beginning,” was my somewhat trite reply.

“Well,” said Adam, “I am now twenty one years old and I arrived about a month ago herein Chicago, where I have a job as a trainee executive in the media department of a local advertising agency. In spite of my blond looks which lead people to think that I am of Scandinavian stock, I am basically from an English background.   My great grandfather came from Manchester, England, to the USA, ended up in Minneapolis and there married my great grandmother, who was pure Danish. Evidently, she had strong genes and it is from her that I have inherited the blond look, which runs through the male side of our family. Otherwise my grandfather and father both married girls who, like themselves, were essentially English.”

“I was born in Peoria, Illinois, where my grandfather had moved from Minneapolis shortly before the war. Both he and my father worked for the Caterpillar Company.  I was an only child and was just nine years old when my father suddenly died of a heart attack. About two years later, my mother remarried a man, my present stepfather, who also worked for Caterpillar.  Together they went on to produce two more sons; but unfortunately my stepfather and I never hit it off and I was always the underdog in our house. So, when I turned eighteen years of age, I decided to leave home.” 

“I found myself a job in a local supermarket and rented a room with an elderly lady in Peoria.  In my spare time, I worked out regularly at a local gym, but I was always a loner.  I don’t know if this was because of the way I had been treated at home by my stepfather, but I simply found it difficult to relate to other people.  My first job was pretty lousy and I realised that I was on the road to nowhere.  So I enrolled at a local college for an evening course in advertising and media studies, which I found I enjoyed; on graduating earlier this year, I applied for and got my present job here in Chicago; so here I am.  So there in a nutshell you have an idea of my, to date, very uneventful life.”  Adam ended his short discourse with a rueful smile.

“So, what is the something which would make things clear if only I knew, as you said earlier?  Clearly that something is deeply bothering you.”   I said.

Adam looked at me and began, “You know it is very hard and embarrassing for me even to touch on the subject, but I guess what you said about unburdening oneself to a stranger makes sense: so here goes.  What I am about to tell you I have never told to another living soul; so I really am opening up my innermost self to you and I hope that you will respect the privacy of what I am going to tell you. When I came into this bar this evening, I had no idea that it was a noted gay pick-up place.  It was just that I needed a drink and as I have rented a small efficiency apartment not far from here, I walked along to this hotel and that is how I come to be here in this bar this evening.”

“You asked me if I was looking for action, thinking that I was gay because of the way I look and the place you found me. Well that was a partly correct supposition, for I guess that I am gay; but I am a totally inexperienced gay.  And when I say totally, I do mean totally; I have had no sexual experience at all with another man – or for that matter with a woman. So, Kevin, you can see why I was and still am embarrassed when you asked me if I was looking for action.  Here I am, twenty-one years old and still a virgin.”

At this stage, Adam looked really miserable.  I could see that he was deeply embarrassed by what he had just told me, which explained everything.  But, the important thing was, that by some strange stroke of, let me call it empathy, I had got him to come out of his shell and tell me what his problem was.

Adam went on, “The fact of the matter is, Kevin, I have never had any truly close friends.  There are a number of other young guys in the agency where I work, two of whom are clearly gay and both of whom have propositioned me; but I have just warded them off, not knowing what to say. I just have never been able to bring myself to relax with another guy – or with a woman for that matter. I have never touched another guy nor allowed one to touch me. So you see, I really am a lost soul; so you can now understand why I could no more join you for a bit of action as you put it, than I could fly to the moon.  And the depressing thing about the whole business is that I truly have no idea what I can do to mend things.”

So I said to him, “But like all of us, unless you have some medical problem, which I doubt just looking at you, you have the same sexual urges as most of us do at our age.  How do you deal with them?”

Adam looked at me very sheepishly and said with considerable shame, “I use the five fingered lover; I simply jerk myself off!  Terrible, isn’t it? A young guy like me, who knows he is basically gay, has never managed to start a relationship with another man.  But there it is: that’s the story of my life to date; I’m a serial masturbator.”

I can tell you, that by now I was feeling very sorry for Adam, who seemed to be a very nice young guy and to whom I had taken a more or less instant liking at the bar, as I had been sizing him up for an evening’s adventure.  This guy was just so attractive that I marvelled that he had managed to repel all borders, so to speak, and had not, somewhere down the line, got himself raped.  With his good looks and figure, he was just asking to be fucked; or so one would have thought, until one heard his story.

“Is there any hope at all for me?” he asked; “Do you think that I can ever lead a normal life?   I would really like to but I just cannot take the first step.  I was the same with the two guys in the office as I was with you: it was a no-go situation.”

“Adam” I said, “If you would like me to help you, then I think I can, but you have to trust me; put your confidence in me and let me do what I have to do. You are in desperate need of what I would have to call some sex-therapy and I am the man to give it to you, if you will let me.  But you have to agree to go along with me and not repulse me once I get started.”

I had arrived at the stage, where I confess that I was personally just bursting with lust; I wanted desperately to fuck this young stud so my intentions were not totally altruistic; but at the same time I had tremendous empathy with him for his having had the courage to tell me about his problems, which could not have been easy; so I wanted to help him find his own sexuality so that he could ultimately lead a normal life as a gay young man. 

So I said to him, “Come on Adam, drink up and let’s go back to my place: it’s quite nearby and we can begin to tackle your problem and hopefully find a solution to it.”

“Do you really think it is worthwhile?” said Adam, “Do you really think that you can help me?”

“As sure as eggs are eggs!  Just trust me Adam; you are in good hands; believe me when tell you that you have nothing at all to fear.” I said and laughed.

And with that we left the bar and walked back to the block where my apartment was located.

CHAPTER 6

 

My apartment was on the top floor of the block and Adam was clearly impressed by the size of the place and the furnishings. 

“Gosh,” he exclaimed, “This is some place you have here. You must be doing very well.”

“Listen, Adam,” I said, “Let’s make ourselves comfortable and try to solve your problem and then we can talk about me.”

Adam looked at me questioningly so I said, “Come on Adam, strip off and let me have a look at you so that I can see what I have got to work with.”  I immediately started stripping of my own clothes, whilst Adam stood there looking somewhat embarrassed.

“Oh come on Adam, you’ve seen guys naked before haven’t you?  Come on get your clothes off.”  And I went across to him, undid his belt and dropped his pants by way of an opening gambit.  I then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled that off.  By this time Adam was getting the idea that I was serious and that if he wanted to play ball he had better do as I said.  So a minute later, we stood facing each other, stark naked.

He gazed at me and I at him; and I have to tell you that attractive though Adam had seemed when fully dressed in the bar, naked, he was utterly divine.  This young stud had a beautifully proportioned and muscular body, honed by hours of gym; and as for his cock, well this was something to die for.  If he had been taking cock training lessons it could not have been more exquisite. As I looked at him he was still soft and his tool jutted out more or less horizontally from his pelvis and then fell downward in a beautiful curve, ending in a magnificent cock head: really an exquisite knob. Adam had been beautifully cut at some stage in his life and his knob was huge and had a good rim around it where it joined the shaft; Adam’s was a cock of utter perfection such as one dreamed of but rarely found.

Adam said, “Hell, you do have a well-made body, Kevin and you are superbly equipped in the lower regions too.  How long is your cock?”

Well I have to say that I was, in my own way, the equal of Adam. We were each of us excellent physical specimens and each of us had been blessed with a generous cock, roughly seven inches long; in fact mine was a little bigger; but believe me, we were both well above the norm.  Do not be taken in by those who say size is not important; believe me when I tell you that in gay sex, size is very important; a long shaft enables you to make longer strokes when fucking butt; and long strong strokes from a large tool are the key to a perfect fuck. My own endowment when it has risen fully to the occasion, measures some nine rock-hard inches and I have to say, I think Adam packed about the same.  In short we were each well equipped young studs, whose tools would make many a guy drool with envy; big cocks are very desirable as they engender respect from others.  I had never met a guy who did not want to have a bigger cock. I have to say, that even with my generous present endowment, I would not have said no to another inch or so; gay men of my sort are just built like that; it’s in our blood!

I could see, having sized each other up, that Adam was looking very nervous, wondering what was now going to happen.  So, I dropped down on my knees in front of him, took his knob into my mouth and started to give him a good suck.  Adam initiatively tried to pull away from me, but I shook my head, and put my arms around his arse to keep his cock in place in my mouth.

Adam said, “You know Kevin, this is the very first time that anyone has ever touched me.  My first reaction was to pull away in horror; but then I remembered what you had just said; that I had go along with things and so I have steeled myself to let you do what it is you are doing to me; and you know, it does not feel at all bad; in fact I am actually quite enjoying it!”

By this time, Adam had become quite hard and was sporting a really terrific erection some nine inches long at least, which was already emitting a few drops of pre-cum, as is so often the case with inexperienced guys. Just kneeling there sucking his dick, I found it hard to believe that this young stud had a hang up about sex, for he was just so much better equipped than the average guy;   so I decided that it was time to go to the next step in my therapy, which was to fuck his arse; a much greater step that a simple cock-suck.  I rose to my feet and pushed Adam backwards towards the table.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Lie flat on your back on the table’ I told him. “Put your feet on the edge of the table, with your knees bent and spread your legs so that I can see your anus.”

“Come on, Kevin, no one had ever asked me to do that before; I’m not sure that I want to; what are you going to do if I agree?”

“Adam, for fuck’s sake, just get real! Why are we here? Answer: to get you over your first time fear of having sex with another guy. How are we going to achieve that? Answer: by letting that guy have access to your anus. So, my friend, if you want to move into the real gay world, where you belong, by the way, the world where you can relate physically to other guys, just be a good boy for once; stop arguing and do as I say; and believe me Adam, all will be well.  You are going to lose your anal virginity here and now and you are actually going to enjoy it. This, Adam, is your moment of truth; your moment of no return; it’s going to happen right now, so just sit back and enjoy it!”

And what a lovely tight virgin anus Adam had: “Just keep still for a moment while I lube you up.” I said, as I went to fetch a tube of injectible Anolube, which is a special lubricating jelly, designed specifically for anal intercourse.  It comes in the form of a small disposal sachet fitted with a long, thin nozzle, which can be pushed easily past the anal sphincter enabling the lubricant to be injected into the rectum.  It makes for a very comfortable fuck, as men do not exude a natural lubricant in the rectum and anal intercourse without the aid of a lubricant can become rather painful.

I went over to Adam, who was trembling, wondering what was now going to happen.  I could see that he was totally ready for sex, as his cock was still rock-hard and gently exuding pre-cum. Whether Adam himself knew just how near he was to a climax I did not know; and I guess he did not realise himself how ready he was, in fact, to be fucked.  So I bent over him and gently inserted the nozzle of the lube tube into his sphincter and started to inject the lubricant into his rectum.

“What on earth are you doing to me? I did not agree to come here for scientific experiments.  This was supposed to be a sex-therapy session and having a syringe rammed up my arse is not my idea of therapy. It smacks of invasion of my privacy.”

“Calm down, Adam. All I am doing is injecting a little anal lubricant into your passage so that when I enter you it will be smooth and more comfortable for both of us”  

“When you enter me,” he practically screamed, “I thought that this was a therapy session. You said nothing about entering me. I haven’t agreed to any of this and when I came here with you this evening, I had no idea that you intended to go so far.  Come on, Kevin, I’m scared stiff; please, please, stop it right here.”

“Adam, when I got you there, you had no idea that I was going to get you to strip naked; but you finally did so;  and I have the strong impression that you liked looking me over too.  Then, you had no idea that I was going to suck your cock; but you finally let me do it, even though I had not asked your permission; and if you are honest with yourself, you will admit that you enjoyed what I did to you.  It was all part of the sexual foreplay leading to the true sex act; and I have just told you that you are about to lose your anal virginity, so how the hell do you think you are going to achieve that if you do not allow me to fuck you; so Adam, it follows that you are going to allow me to push my cock into your anus; that’s how it’s done! That’s what we gays do to, with and for each other.”

“By the time I got you on your back as you now are, your cock, a real beauty by the way, was rock-hard and already exuding cum; which is its way of telling you that you are ready for sex; your man-meat is the indicator telling you that it would like to fuck something.  That is the way we humans are.” 

“We are the only species, you know, which actually practices the sex-act for pleasure; all other living creatures use it only for reproduction of the species. Now, just calm down and listen to me.  I have injected you with the lubricant to ensure that your first time is going to be as comfortable and enjoyable as possible.  Oh and yes, yes, yes, Adam; I am going to fuck you and I promise you that you are going to enjoy every moment of what is going to happen to you”.

“Now listen, I believe in safe sex, which means that I always use a condom when I fuck a guy, but as this is your very first time and you are going to have your hole fucked for the very first time, I thought it would be good for you to experience your first act of male-male sex, from my naked cock.  You are certainly HIV negative, as am I. You can be sure of this fact. So, if you are agreeable, I will fuck your butt with my naked cock and when I climax you will take my cum-wad in your hole. I think that this will add a touch of reality to your first experience.  Are we agreed?”

Adam had calmed down again by the time I had finished my little lecture and he nodded his agreement.

“Adam, so that you do not die of fright, here is how it is going to be. I am going to push my naked cock into your rectum, via your anus, sorry about the technicality by the way; and then I am going to sink my shaft as deeply as I can into your hole.  Once I have given you the full length of my hard man-meat, it’s about ten inches long by the way and already rock-hard, so you will not feel that you have been short changed, I shall then start to fuck you with ever increasing strokes and force until such time as I climax by which I mean arrive at orgasm and ejaculate my cream into you.” 

“Now, as you can see, you are still rock-hard yourself, which means that you are really in a very aroused state, awaiting sex in some form, which in this case is going to be having your hole fucked. The chances are because this is your first time that you will reach orgasm prematurely and shoot your spunk load across my chest as I shall be face to face with you in what we call the missionary position.  Don’t worry; just let it happens and enjoy the sensation, for at the end of the day, it is all about sensations. So Adam, say goodbye to your anal virginity, as here comes my cock.”

“When I enter you it will be a first time for me too, as I have never, to the best of my knowledge, ever had the pleasure of fucking an anal virgin before; but there has to be a first time for everything.” I concluded with a laugh.  And then with no more ado, I pressed the head of my cock against Adam’s sphincter and gently persuaded that muscle to yield and allow me to enter him.  Adam shuddered slightly as he felt my cock penetrate his anus and slide into his rectum and then suddenly relaxed and let me get on with my job.

“That’s it, Adam,” I said, “there goes your anal virginity so that you are now well on the way to manhood.”

“Why only on the way?” asked Adam.

“Very simply, because you still need to exercise your own cock on someone’s anus; only then you will truly have moved from boyhood into full manhood”

I gave him the very best full-service, hard fuck I could, with long and powerful cock strokes; it is a great advantage, quite frankly, to have a big fuck-tool and my efforts culminated in a huge orgasm for me. As I said, this session was not totally altruistic as I had wanted to fuck Adam from the moment I first set eyes on him just an hour or so ago in the bar; and truth to tell, I had been looking forward with great pleasure to giving Adam’s hole its first fuck. 

As I had expected, Adam climaxed prematurely; but this I thought was a good thing,  as he could see that even as the bottom and more passive partner on his first occasion, he too could have a great orgasm.  As I had told him, it is all about sensation and the perfect partnership ensure that both participants obtain complete satisfaction from the coupling.

I will end this account of Adam’s first sexual experience with what I thought was the most gratifying point of the whole evening.  As I was pounding away at his hole, Adam kept saying “Don’t’ stop, don’t stop,” So I sort of divined that he was actually enjoying the experience I was giving him, which I can tell you gave me infinite personal satisfaction.

CHAPTER 7

 

So there we were, with me lying on top of Adam, he flat on his back on my table, and the both of us stuck together by the generous amount of his cum which he had sprayed all over both of us.  It had been a heavenly experience for both of us, but especially for Adam, who said to me that he had never envisaged just how enjoyable sex could be. He wondered why it had taken him so long to screw up his courage to take this first step, and he thanked me profusely for all I had done for him.

Let’s face it, we had only known one another for about two hours and he had already taken an enormous stride forward to establishing an autonomous sex life.  I felt mightily pleased with myself with what I had achieved; but I have to add that I had absolutely adored fucking this young stud.  Virgin or not, he had been a sublime bottom partner; so what next?

“Come on Adam, let’s get cleaned up a bit and then we will see what comes next.”

So we hit my double size shower together and got rid of his cum in which we had been bathed. I was feeling quite hungry by this time and so I suggested that we go and find something to eat.  There was a steak place just a few doors down from my apartment block and so we went there.  Whilst eating, I filled Adam in with a bit of my life history.

Adam asked: “When did you first have sex with a guy?  How did it happen? Were you looking for it or did it just come along out of the blue, as it seems to have done for me tonight?”

I told Adam that when I had just left high school, I was not sure whether I was gay or not.  I really had not great feelings towards the opposite sex, but I had realised that I quite liked looking at men’s magazines, especially those which showed naked studs fucking each other. So, one evening, I was invited to a party, not at all a gay occasion, but quite mixed group, where I was drawn into conversation with a handsome young guy, who eventually put me the exact same question as I had put to Adam when I met him earlier that evening in the Howard Hotel bar. 

To cut a long story short, he and I went off to his apartment and I let him fuck me and then he had me give him a return fuck. So that was how I got started. He had no idea that it was my first time and I when I left him, he was none the wiser. I pointed out to Adam, that there was an important difference in my first time and his.  I was not and had never been afraid of taking the first step towards being a practicing homosexual. But tonight he had taken the first important step into freeing himself of the fear which had been haunting him.

When we had finished eating, I looked at Adam and said, “Well, come on, stud, let’s go and make a night of it and get you thoroughly impregnated with the feeling of what it is lie to be a practising gay young man.”

Adam asked me what we were going to do, to which I replied that he should use his imagination: “Adam, I said, what the hell do you think we are going to do?  I am trying to show you the ropes of gay sex and we have just reached half time. I have just initiated your anus into the gentle art of male-male sexual intercourse by using my cock on you and now we are going to do the same for your cock.  In a word, Adam, we are going back to my place and you are going to fuck me. So, Adam, please don’t start having second thoughts about things; it’s too late for that; I am not leaving the job of your initiation half done. You are not leaving my place until you have lost the virginity of both your anus and your cock so that you can finally consider yourself truly a man.” 

“Make no mistake Adam; you are going to find it a lot easier to master the art of using our own man-meat on my hole than what you have just experienced.  You are going to have an experience that you had never thought possible.  Let me tell you now, fucking another guy’s butt beats solo jerking-off by a mile.  Once you have done it, you will never look back; believe me! You’ll be hooked on it; we all are!”

So, once back in my apartment and stripped for action again, I took the position on my back on the table so that Adam could work on my hole.

“Don’t be shy, Adam, go and get one of the Anolube sachets and lube my hole before you begin, just as I did for you earlier.”  Adam did as requested but hesitated as he pushed the Anolube nozzle against my sphincter, as if he did not dare to go any further. “Go on Adam, push the nozzle into me and then squeeze in the lubricant, just as I did for you.”  My God, I thought, it all sounded like a scientific experiment, but Adam finally did as I asked and I felt the ever pleasant sensation of the lubricant being forced into my rectum. I could see that Adam was already hard with anticipation of what he was about to do.  There were already a few drops of pre-cum oozing from the slit in his knob.  I don’t know if Adam actually appreciated that it was his own man-meat which was telling him what it wanted. Anyway, I went on, encouraging him to press on with the job in hand.

“OK Adam, just look at your cock; it’s rock-hard and already in a pre-cum state of anticipation. It is telling you exactly what it wants: it wants to fuck. So just push your knob up against my anal sphincter and it will yield to the pressure and you will be able to sink the full length of your tool right into me. Once you are inside of me, just thrust as far as you can and then start pumping, to and fro; go slowly at first and then with ever increasing strokes, speed and force, until you reach orgasm. I think you will find that once you get started, it will all come naturally and you will automatically develop the rhythmic pounding which is what fucking requires. You will suddenly relax, throw caution to the winds, and realise that you are doing something which is totally natural and which requires no special skills.  All men can do it and usually love it; I know I do and today I cannot live without it.”

Things went exactly as I had expected. After his first few thrusts, Adam had no difficulty in using his cock like a professional, but like most first-timers he could not control himself and reached his climax very quickly.  From the way he groaned and the amount of cum he produced in his shuddering premature ejaculation, I imagine he enjoyed the best orgasm of his life.  He did not succeed in bringing me to a climax as his first fuck was over all too quickly; but we had never talked about that and I thought that such finer points would keep for another occasion; I sincerely hoped that there would be another occasion and that Adam would not just disappear into the night, never to be seen by me again.

But before I let Adam leave that first evening, thought that it would be good for him to see what it felt like to be fucked by a passionate guy. And let me tell you that although I had been allowing Adam to fuck me by way of his own first fuck, so that he could go home and feel that he was truly a man free of his previous inhibitions, the fact that he had unwittingly left me personally unsatisfied had to be addressed. It was time for Adam to learn another lesson: that passion in another often affects oneself.

As we arose from the table where Adam had been servicing my hole, I led him into my bedroom and, before he could object, pushed him face down onto the bed. Then, with my cock still rock-hard and raring to go as it had not found satisfaction in Adam’s ministrations to me, I dropped on top of him and without waiting thrust myself as far as I could into his hole.  Adam winced as I entered him but did not resist.  So I then gave his arse a truly solid pounding from the rear entry position until I myself reached the orgasm which I had unrealistically craved as Adam made his first ever fuck.  I made sure that just as I was about to climax, I withdrew by tool totally from Adam and then thrust it down into his waiting hole as hard as I could, where I had my own very intense orgasm.

We both lay there exhausted. My efforts to reach orgasm myself had also taken Adam to the heights of delight again and he had also climaxed at the same time as I. Things were exactly as they should be: total satisfaction for both parties to the sex act. It was a sublime moment, as I realised that not only had I initiated Adam into gay male sex, but that thanks to my friendly rape he had also had his first lesson in the joy of sharing the act with his partner.

Adam looked at me and said, “I never thought that sex could be so excitingly wonderful, Kevin. My god, that was an experience and a half, but I think I ought now to get myself cleaned up and go home.”

And so, for the second time that evening we showered together and removed the creamy results of our union from our bodies. I said to Adam, “Where do you live Adam?  You said it was not far from where we met in the bar.”

To which question, Adam laughed and replied:  “This you are not going to believe, Kevin, but I live in this very same building as you do!  But don’t get me wrong.  I rent a small one room furnished efficiency apartment on a month to month let, down on the second floor, not a grand place like yours up here on the roof.  Isn’t fate a strange thing? Such an extraordinary coincidence!”

So ended our first encounter, from which Adam left a changed man, having thrown off the yoke of his virginity.  As I let Adam out of my apartment, I said, “See you again, Adam, I hope.”

“You bet.”  came the reply, “I never thought when we met earlier this evening in the bar, that I was going to embark on a life changing experience, for which, I have to tell you I shall be eternally grateful. What you have done for me this evening as finally brought me into the real world. And let me tell you that I actually enjoyed every last moment of what we have just done together. I realise that I like both to fuck and to be fucked.”  

CHAPTER 8

I did not see Adam again for a few days as I had several other evening commitments, but we took up together a week or so later. He was raring to go and started stripping off his clothes as soon as he entered my apartment.  We again began by my fucking Adam’s hole, but this time I explained to Adam how important it was for both parties to try to climax together, so that the act was enjoyable for both participants. 

I told him how too often the guy doing the active fucking often thought only of himself and just used his partner’s hole as a means to reach his own orgasm. But, as I showed Adam, one needed to be more subtle than that and I demonstrated to him that by holding myself back, I was able to help him achieve his own climax and ejaculation even though he was receiving his partner’s tool rather than using his own.

And so for the next few weeks, we met usually three times each week and spent a couple of hours copulating with each other and I have to say, Adam was a quick and eager learner.  We were both well matched physically and as I remarked earlier and each of us had a large cock; much larger than that of the average guy.  I absolutely adored taking Adam’s tool up my own arse, as it was a great pleasure to feel the full length and girth of his magnificent cock as he thrust it in and out of me.  

Adam soon learned the technique of gradually increasing both force and amplitude of his strokes, continuously building up the tension until we both climaxed together in an orgasmic burst of cum.  The thing I really like about the technique he had developed when he was servicing my hole, was the way he managed, just at the right moment, to pull out his cock completely out of my anus and then, after a momentary pause,  plunge it deep inside me again, bringing both himself and me to a shuddering climax.  All in all, Adam was becoming a real pro and as good a butt fucker as I had ever encountered. I could see that he loved every minute of it, but, not to mince words, so did I; I loved fucking him and I equally loved being fucked by him.

For a few weeks, we had a great time together.   Adam, under my tuition, had become a very considerate partner; he had learned how to fuck hard, but at the same time to think about the feelings of his partner: me!  But, to date, r Adam had  had  only one partner: me; and so after a little while I thought it would be good for him if he were to experience sex with another man. 

As I told you earlier, our little group of six like-minded studs met most Friday evenings for what was essentially a mini-fuckfest.  But, over and above that regular meeting, I myself used to frequent the Howard bar during the week to see what luck might bring my way in the form of a one-off fuck; I really enjoyed the challenge!  But I also used, from time to time to get together with one or another of our little group on a one to one basis for an evening of sex.  So I wondered how Adam would react to meeting another guy whom he did not know and having sex with him.

As far as I was aware, Adam’s only sexual experience was with me, and as I have outlined, he was getting pretty damned good as a sex partner; but I doubted that he would have the courage himself to go out and find an alternative to me. I also wondered how he would react to having a three man session, with a new man being someone he did not know, for let’s face it, I was his mentor and the only guy he was having sex with at the moment.

The only way I was going to find out was by the suck it and see method; so for my next meeting with Adam a few days later, I asked Antonio, one of our group of six, if he would like to come to my place and meet a stunning new guy I had found.  Of course, he jumped at the offer, for he, like me, was always looking for a new experience; his motto was much like mine: variety was the spice of life!

I did not tell Adam that there would be a third person there that evening so when he rang my door bell and I let him in, he was clearly surprised to see another person there. “Gee Kevin,” he said, “I didn’t realise that you were engage tonight.  I must have got it wrong about our date; so I’ll just push off and see you another time.”

“Adam, you have not got it wrong.  This is my old friend Antonio, whom I have invited here especially to meet you.  I thought that it was about time that you widened your horizon and tried out sex with another partner. So far only I have been your only partner and I think it would be good for you to have sex with someone else, so that you realise that I am not the only guy in the world whom you know how to fuck. So, I thought that we might have a little three-way fuckfest together.”

In spite of the confidence in himself which Adam had gathered over the few weeks I had known him, he started to look somewhat scared at the thought of plunging into something different; into what clearly seemed to him the great unknown; and he started immediately to express his doubts about being able to integrate himself into a group.

“Adam,” I said, “Listen, you really do have to lose your timidity.  Just think how difficult it was for you to take your first step with me and surrender your anal virginity to me that first night we met.  Well, at the end of that evening, you left this apartment a man, having entered it just a couple of hours previously a boy.  And since then, you and I have developed a vigorous sexual rapport, which, as far as I can tell, you enjoy just as much as I do.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I really do enjoy very much having sex with you and would hate to stop right now; but it is just that I had never thought that I might enter into a similar relationship with another man: it had never crossed my mind, as I naively thought only of you.  I had never thought of the future; I was, and still am for that matter, totally happy with the present.”

“But, Adam,” I said, “You know full well that I myself have multiple partners and that in spite of our close relationship, I do fuck guys other than you.  That is precisely how I came to pick you up that night in the bar at the Howard; I was looking for an evening of casual sex and you were such a good looking prospect, that I could not resist propositioning you; and we both know what that led to.  Now, that first time, after a great deal of soul searching, you finally let me fuck you; your very first contact with another man and you found that there was really nothing at all to be afraid of.”

“So just trust me now; Antonio is not a rapist; he is like me, a guy who loves sex and is very good at wielding his weapon, as you will see in a little while. He and I have sex together on a regular basis and believe me, Adam, he is a real pro. Just accept that tonight is another step in your sexual development and sit back and enjoy it.  There is absolutely nothing to be frightened of and you will leave here tonight a more experience  man with wider sexual horizons than when you entered,  Just look upon tonight as the next phase of your tuition process in your journey to the ultimate heights of sexual fulfilment: your Gradus ad Parnassum so to speak.  Adam, please just trust me again and believe me when I tell you that will enjoy our little party tonight just as much as your first fuck with me.”

At the end of the day, a somewhat reluctant and doubting Adam agreed that he would stay and so the three of us finally got stripped off for action.  At my suggestion, to get over the technicalities associated with copulating, I suggested that we each get ourselves fully lubed up before we started.  I also pointed out to Adam that tonight we would move into the realm of practising safe sex and use condoms the entire time. 

Antonio looked at Adam with utter admiration; I could see from his face that he thought that my young protégée was a mouth-watering prospect. Why am I thinking like this? Adam is twenty one and I am twenty three, as is Antonio and the way I am thinking, I sound as if I am the grand old man of sex.  Indeed, who would not want to have sex with Adam?  He had an exquisitely balanced and muscled physique and, by any standards, a cock to die for; his weapon was at least seven inches long when soft and well over nine inches when hard.  I could see Antonio focussing in on this very desirable piece of sexual equipment.

So what were we going to do together? I thought that the best approach was just to allow matters to develop naturally, rather than to enter into descriptions of what we might eventually do with each other and risk frightening Adam off, before he had had chance to experience the joy which different sex acts could offer. This was clearly the sentiment of Antonio, who promptly took the lead, dropped on his knees in front of Adam, took his soft cock in his mouth and started sucking hard.  Adam’s meat responded and so started very gently to fuck his face.  It was clear by now, that Adam was not averse to what was happening so he complied with Antonio’s action and very quickly climaxed and shot his wad into Antonio’s mouth.

Continuing with this totally impromptu scene, Antonio withdrew, grabbed Adam by the waist, turned him around,  and pushed him to the floor on his hands and knees into the doggy position.  Then continuing with the totally unplanned action, Antonio gave Adam the full length of his fuck-stick up his arse.  There was a slight pause during which Antonio motioned to me to stick my own tool into Adam’s mouth so that he was being double fucked. Adam, who had been very reluctant even to contemplate a sexual threesome, took my cock in his mouth with a certain relish and gripped my knob quite firmly.  I thought to myself, that it was, as ever:  just a case of getting started; of taking that first step which gets you over the hill of reluctance into new territory and then everything becomes quite natural.

We started slowly fucking Adam; Antonio his anus and I his mouth. Both Antonio  and I, as highly experienced gay men, knew the importance of giving our passive partner as much satisfaction as we were about to experienced ourselves in actively fucking this guy at both ends.  And so we both coordinated our thrusting until we saw that Adam himself was going to climax due to the intense sexual experience he was undergoing; and at that stage everything came together as if by magic; we each gave a final thrust, shot our wads simultaneously into Adam, exactly as he ejaculated a fountain of his own cum onto the floor. 

It was an exhilarating moment for all of us. Both Antonio and I had enjoyed our active part in this three-man sex act, but it was also obvious from the way Adam went on shooting his sperm in discrete vigorous spurts, that he too had had a new and enjoyable experience.

The three of us lay on the floor, sort of exhausted with the final effort. Adam was the first to speak “That, guys, was the most amazing experience I have ever had in my life.  My god, what an orgasm I have just had; quite unique and I was not even using my cock on either of you.  Kevin, I have again to thank you for leading me into forbidden pastures, where alone I would never have dared to venture; you really are the tops.”

Antonio then looked at Adam and said, “Come on dude, you ain’t seen nothing yet”

He got to his feet, pulled Adam up and pushed him towards the bedroom, where he himself then crouched like a dog on the bed, his arse held in readiness for the next act.  Adam looked at me for guidance and I indicated that Antonio was offering him his anus. “Roll on a condom,” I said to Adam “And give Antonio what he wants, which is your cock in his arse.  Go, on, do it: he is just dying to take your cock up his hole; go on Adam, just fuck him as hard as you can; that’s exactly what he wants.”

Adam had never actually put on a condom before as he and I had always fucked each other bareback; so I showed him how to unroll the rubber over his rock-hard member and apply the sachet of lubricant which came in the packet with it, and with that, Adam turned his attention to Antonio and with one swift smooth thrust, worthy of a long term professional copulator, gave Antonio the benefit of his full ten inches of rock-hard man-meat.  Antonio groaned with pleasure as the shaft entered him.  With Adam now on his knees behind Antonio, with his own cock firmly inside his partner, I myself rolled on a condom and lubed up my own fuckpole and then, without giving Adam any warning, thrust my meat as hard as I could and as far as I could into Adam’s anus so that he was effectively held between Antonio and me, skewered by his own cock inside Antonio and by mine inside him. And that was how Adam had his first experience of a three man tandem fuck.  When we all finally climaxed, again simultaneously, I had the most heavenly feeling; one which I think was also enjoyed by my two partners.  Again we all fell on our backs, laughing.

Adam said, “Gee you two studs really do know how to please a guy. That was truly terrific. I never thought that sex could be quite so exhilarating.  Thanks again, Kevin, for cajoling me into going along with this evenings little programme; I have just had, what has been for me, the best experience of my life.”

“Come on,” said Antonio, “Let you and me have one final fuck to cement our friendship.  Kevin, while I give my last ministrations to Adam, why don’t you order us all a pizza, and I guess you have some beer in the fridge.”

So that is what I did, I called my local pizza parlour and placed an order for us; delivery in twenty minutes they said. I then walked back into the bedroom where Antonio was giving Adam’s hole a fantastic pounding, this time in the missionary position.  I watched them fucking, with tremendous satisfaction, as I realised just how far Adam had developed in his sexual life in the few weeks I had known him.  And, I have to say, that I did give myself a mental pat on the back that it was all thanks to me. I left them at it and took a shower, to be joined by the two of them a few minutes later.

The delivery boy arrived with pizza and I opened the door to him, forgetting that I was still stark naked.  The young delivery lad just stared, gulped and handed over the pizzas and took his money plus a ten dollar tip I gave him. I just laughed to myself, as I had never any qualms about showing off my body to anyone.

We sat around, still naked, eating our pizza and drinking beer and chewing the fat over the evening’s activities. Adam reiterated his thanks to both of us and left a changed man.  He had now become a more or less competent and confident, active, young gay.  After Adam left, Antonio and I had one more fuck together, with him shafting my butt and then he dressed and left.  So much for Adam’s sexual development; I felt really pleased with now things had gone.

CHAPTER 9

 

After the evening with Antonio, life for Adam and me went on as usual. We met at least three times a week and developed a really good sexual rapport between the two of us.  We reached the stage, where the one automatically divined what the other wanted and so our relationship blossomed harmoniously into a mutual trust, with Adam servicing me and I him on an equal basis.  But he still looked on me as his mentor although I never allowed my longer experience to obtrude into what seemed to me to be a wonderful relationship, which I was developing with Adam.

Adam was gaining self confidence rapidly and told me one day that he had finally taken up with one of the two other gays in his office whose earlier proposition he had turned down.  I was delighted that he had finally found himself capable of having sex with another guy, without any encouragement from me; but I had a slight feeling of sadness in that I was from now on going to have to face the fact that I might have to share Adam with other guys.  But, why should he not try diversifying his sex life and widening his experience?  After all I still did see other guys; although I have to say that since I started seeing Adam on a regular basis, my visits to the Howard Hotel bar were becoming less and less frequent. The one consolation I gleaned from Adam, was when I asked him how he had found his office buddy, he told me that it was OK, but that he much preferred sex with me.

Fate now again waved its magic wand over our lives, in that Antonio announced to us at our next Friday night gathering, that he would be leaving us at the end of the month. Antonio worked for an ITT firm and was, by all accounts, one of their top programmers.  His firm was opening a new office on the other side of the country, in, what could be a better place for a gay guy, than San Francisco and Antonio had been offered one of the top posts in this new office; he had decided he just had to take it. I should perhaps have mentioned earlier, that Antonio: Antonio Alvarez Perez, to give him his full name, was a second generation Latin American, so that a move to the south west was quite agreeable to him.

“I shall miss you guys,” he said, “But you see why I cannot turn down this career opportunity, and it is not as if I am leaving my family in the lurch, as my parents themselves and my two brothers and my sister all live in Santa-Fe, New Mexico. So, other than my friends here in Chicago, I am not leaving much. And life will surely go on for me in San Francisco. It is also as well that I have not remained tied to my mother’s apron strings as neither she nor any of them know that I am gay and I know that it would be a severe shock for my parents if they found out.  So, like so many of us, I am well away from them; I love them all dearly – but at a distance!”

Antonio’s announcement of his departure came as a complete surprise to us.  Our little group and always had six members and with Antonio going, we wondered if we should try to find a new recruit.  You can already see where all this is leading, I am sure. So, I ventured to suggest that we invite Adam to join us as Antonio’s replacement. Antonio was very enthusiastic about this as he was the only person other than myself who knew Adam and he really praised Adam to high heaven, telling the four others (Jonathan, Mike, Eric and Dmitri to give them an identity) that Adam was a great guy, really well set up, possessing that all important large piece of man-meat between his legs, which he really knew how to use. 

I was glad that is was Antonio and not I who was doing the selling, for although the other guys knew about Adam, whom I had, inevitably mentioned to them, they did not know quite how close he and and I were to each other. So it was agreed that I would sound out Adam to discover whether or not he was interested.  I have to say, even though I was the proposer, I had no idea what his reaction to the idea might be. So, the next time Adam and I got together for an evening of sex I put the idea to him.

“Adam, you know that I belong to a small club of six guys, which we jokingly call the Lake Shore Copulators, where we get together each Friday night for a group sex session. Well, Antonio, whom you know, is leaving the Chicago area at the end of this month to take a new job in San Francisco; and so we shall shortly be down to five in number.  I have been asked by the others to ask you if you would like to join us as Antonio’s replacement as we would all like to keep the group at six members.  How do you feel about it?  Let me add Adam, that Antonio, with whom I think it is fair to say you enjoyed some terrific sex, spoke very highly of you to the other four, whom you do not know;  so you would be coming in with glowing references from a third party, so to speak and would not just be riding in on my say-so!”

“Well, Kevin, I am really flattered that a group of experienced guys such as you all are, should dream of asking a beginner such as me to join you, so, I would be very happy to accept.   I have to tell you, Kevin, that you are my first partner and good friend; my best friend, in fact, and you will always be very special to me;  but since I have become a little more confident in my sex life, I have to admit that I would like to widen my horizons.  I have been a bit envious of you, belonging to this other group, of which I have no part and I have long wondered what things were like when you all get together. So, yes, if the others agree, then count me in.”

“But, pleased remember, Kevin, that I am still a very timid character, under this superficial veneer of confidence that I now manage to show to the world; under it all, there still lurks that shy character that you picked up that night a few months ago in the Howard bar.  Frankly, I have no idea how I alone would go about making more friends.  I am just too timid.  I could never even attempt to pick someone up the way you did with me just a few months ago. And I would certainly never go into a gay bar or club alone in the hope that I might meet someone.  I am just not built like that.”

“Well, Adam, then let’s make a date for this Friday evening.  The meeting this week is here in my apartment, so come up around eight and I will introduce you to the guys.  Antonio will still be around for this will be his last time with us, so it should be a special occasion as we shall all give him a farewell fuck and I shall be there, so you will have two faces you know. But don’t worry; the other guys are all great.”

“OK, signed, sealed and settled. So can we please get down to some serious sex now?  I really want to fuck your arse as my cock is simply crying out for some vigorous exercise. So let’s get stripped and get to it.”

I was really impressed by Adam’s positive approach in telling me what he wanted and so I complied with his request which was the start of a very pleasant evening spent fucking and sucking each other. I was beginning to appreciate more and more, just how much I enjoyed being with Adam and how I hoped when he met the other guys that he would fit into the group.  But Friday was only two days away and we would soon see.

CHAPTER 10

Friday arrived and all the guys of our little group turned up early at my apartment, to ensure that we were ready to give Adam a great welcome. I have to say that I really wanted the occasion to be a great success, for it would represent for Adam his first contact with a group of highly-attractive, not to mention sexually very active, guys, who I hoped would help him broaden his horizons.  Adam was so much my protégée that I naturally wanted him to succeed. 

I had thought up a great induction ceremony for Adam, aimed at cementing him into the group from the word go.  So, we all prepared ourselves for what was to happen and lubed-up our fuck-holes so that once we started Adam’s induction, we were not bothered by technicalities, other than the obligatory condoms.  So come eight o’clock, the hour at which I had suggested to Adam that he should arrive, we six, Antonio was still with us for the very last time, were all stripped off and raring to go as soon as Adam arrived.

I got the guys to move into my bedroom so that only I would, apparently, be there when Adam walked in and then the others could join us, much to his surprise.  I have to say that I wondered what Adam’s reaction would be, when he suddenly found himself surrounded by six muscular naked young studs, all with big cocks.  I wondered if he had, in fact, ever experienced being naked himself, surrounded by a group of what I suppose one would call his peers.

I stripped off myself and waited for Adam to arrive, which he did, as I had suggested, on the dot of eight.  He gazed at me, a sight with which he was intimately familiar and said, “Hi Kevin, anything wrong? Where are the other guys I am supposed to meet?

“Oh they are here OK,” I answered, ‘Come on out boys and meet our new member, Adam Smith.”

The other five guys all entered the room from the bedroom and Adam took one look at them and blanched visibly.

“Gee guys, I really had not anticipated that I would be surrounded by so much naked flesh.” he said and looked desperately at me for help.

“It’s OK Adam; let me introduce you to the guys who are going to be your buddies from now on. Antonio you know.”  And then I went through the other four names so that Adam at least knew everyone’s name.

He shook hands with each of my friends in turn, but it was a somewhat strange moment, as Adam was the only guy with his clothes on and I am sure, at that moment, he truly did not know what to make of it.  I had a horrible feeling that he might turn on his heel and leave, for at the bottom of him, was still the ultra timid Adam. 

Luckily, Antonio, who is a really nice guy, broke the ice and said, “Well Adam, now that you know who is who, why not make yourself more comfortable and strip off, for you stand out like a sore thumb, fully dressed as you are, among all of us naked guys. Come on, Adam, don’t be shy; just strip off and let my buddies see what a super looking stud you are and show them that I know what I am talking about as I speak from first-hand knowledge.”

I could see that Adam was still somewhat at sea with himself, so I went over to him and said very quietly, “It’s OK Adam; no one is going to hurt you. We are all here too have a good time, fucking each other, and you know what a pleasure that is; so just get out of your clothes and let the guys take a gander at you.  They are in for a very pleasant surprise; believe me they are just going to love you once they see what you have to offer;   come on, trust me; everything will be fine and you will have a great time. It’s just a question, as ever, of taking that first step; breaking the ice and then you can relax and enjoy yourself.  The other night with Antonio it was the same until we got started and then you realised how much you enjoyed a three way fuck.  So, come on, just strip off and relax.”

So, with all my exhortations, Adam finally shed his clothes and stood their naked in front of us.  He had nothing at all to be ashamed of; quite to the contrary, for physically he was the equal of any one of us and as far as that all important tool went, well he had a bigger cock than that of anyone else present but me.  Dmitri let out a wolf whistle of appreciation when he saw what Adam had to offer and the others clambered round him and patted him on the back by way of a first welcome. 

Adam was overcome with embarrassment by this unexpected enthusiasm but stood his ground. But now came his induction: a little sequence I had concocted to try to get Adam intimately involved with the other guys, which I am sure if I had explained to him beforehand he would have turned away in sheer terror.  So, I thought it better to get on with if without warning Adam about what was to happen.

I pulled Adam aside from the others and told him that we were going to perform a little induction ritual on him, to make him feel properly one of our group.  Before he could start to question me or argue, I pushed him towards the table, asked him to bend across it and spread his legs so that we could all see his anus.  He began to look very scared, but I calmed him down by telling him that he had had my cock up his arse many times and that he knew he had nothing to fear.  What I did not tell him was that he was about to take each of the other guy’s cock up his arse sequentially, one straight after the other,  But I reckoned with him accepting me as his first fuck, so to speak and that after that he would realise what was what, which is exactly what happened, 

I started the induction process myself by injecting Adam’s hole with the lubricant. I then rolled on a condom over my cock, which had now become rock-hard with anticipation and then without waiting or saying anything further, I thrust in my shaft to its full length.  He winced as ever and then said, that feels great, Kevin.  I then gave him three good strokes of my cock and withdrew.  I think Adam was surprised that I had not gone on to fuck him properly, but the five other guys, commencing with Antonio, followed suit.  Each in turn, shafted Adam’s hole, gave him three hard thrusts and then withdrew.  By now Adam had clearly realised what was happening and did not resist.

When it was all over, he stood up and laughed and said, “Guys, that really was a great introduction to your group and I do truly feel after that, that I am at one with each of you.  My God, six different cocks up my hole in ten minutes.  Thank you very much!”

Antonio then took over and said, “But Adam, you don’t really think that your induction is finished do you?  We now all know your hole, but you do not know ours and that is what you are now going to correct.”

Adam looked at Antonio in puzzlement. “You don’t mean what I think you mean do you? You want me to fuck each of you in turn?”

“You’ve got it” said Antonio, “And you can start with me. Come on, Adam, it’s no big deal, we are not asking you to give each of us a proper full blown butt-fuck one after the other. We just want you to shaft each of us in turn, give us three or four strokes of your man-meat, much as we have just done for you.  That way, we shall all have got the feel of each other and you will begin to feel that you are truly part of our group.  Remember Adam, we have been together now as a group of six guys for three years and you are being offered my place as I am relocating to San Francisco.  So, you really are a very privileged guy, for which you have Kevin to thank.”

Antonio then bent over the table himself and opened his legs to allow Adam to enter his hole.  Adam looked at the target anus, then at me for approval.  I gave him a smile and a nod and away he went.  I think that this was perhaps the first time Adam had ever unprompted by me, rolled a condom onto his cock, which when fully erect as it now was, was truly a breathtakingly magnificent, monument of man-meat.

As he withdrew from Antonio, Dmitri bent over to offer his hole to take Adam’s cock, I motioned to Adam to pull of the condom and replace it by a fresh one, which I handed to him with a smile and a nod and away he went.  Once he got started there was no holding him back and if there had been a prize for the fastest six-hole penetration by one guy’s cock, then Adam would have won it hands down; he finally went at it like greased lightning.

So, Adam’s induction into our little group had gone off without a hitch.  The guys had clearly all taken to Adam and he to them; but who wouldn’t, for he was a magnificent looking young stud and had a very large cock, the envy of any normal guy who saw it. Moreover, I noticed that as things progressed from Adam having his hole reamed by the six of us, moving on to his fucking each of us in turn, he was became more and more relaxed and casual about the whole business: clearly he was losing what inhibitions and timidity he had had up to now. 

I also now noticed that he had got rid of his pubic hair, which I also took as a good sign as he clearly wanted to put his cock in the spotlight; and let’s face it; a fuzz of pubic hair surrounding a superb dick is not the most attractive of things to look at, even when that hair is blondish, as was the case with Adam.

I went into the kitchen opened the fridge and took out two bottles of champagne, which I had bought to celebrate Adam’s joining our group.  I was truly relieved that things had gone so well and champagne to toast Adam’s arrival and Antonio’s pending departure seemed most appropriate.  We had none of us eaten anything and a couple of glasses of champagne each went quickly to our heads, with the result that whatever inhibitions Adam had had at the start of the proceedings had now been thrown to the wind. What happened next, truly delighted me, as it was Adam who seized the initiative, without any help from me.

Addressing Antonio, he said, “Come on Antonio, give my butt your best pounding for the last time, as we shall probably not see each other again for a long time.”  And with this he leaned against the table, spread his legs and invited Antonio to give his hole some attention. 

Antonio, of course, obliged, for who on earth would not, as Adam was a very attractive stud and in his present pose offered the most inviting and irresistible of bubble butts to any prospective partner. Of course, this was actually the first time that evening when anyone had truly fucked anyone else; in the preliminaries inducting Adam, we had all simply given Adam the feel of our cocks, without actually fucking him properly; and he, likewise, had just dipped his own wick into each of our holes.  So, not surprisingly, Antonio was raring to go and was clearly going to give Adam the best butt fuck he could muster.

But Antonio’s horniness was not unique, for all five of us were similarly excited. So, I rolled on a condom onto my own cock. Motioning to the others to do the same and then, rock-hard with the excitement of the moment, and without giving any warning to Antonio, I thrust my tool as far as I could into his fuck-hole.  He realised what had happened, immediately and paused in what he was about to do to Adam.  The other guys, then swiftly followed suit, with Jonathan entering me, Mike entering Jonathan, Eric entering Mike and Dmitri bringing up the rear guard and transfixing Eric.

There we stood, the seven of us, strung together – anus to cock – with Adam at the head and Dmitri bringing up the rear.  I then motioned to Adam to swing round and form a circle the seven of us and to thrust his unengaged cock into Dmitri’s anus, thus forming a complete circular chain. So there we were, the seven of us totally united, arse to cock.  If ever there was a consolidated group of dedicated young copulators, it surely had to be us!

Very gently then, we began the not very easy operation of pumping our neighbour’s arse, until, by some unexpected miracle of synchronisation, we all managed to explode together in an enormous ejaculation of cum.  It was the first and as matters turned out, the only climax of the evening.  But we all felt that we had relieved the sexual tension which had been building up.

We all collapsed laughing onto the floor and then, after a few minutes pause, by unspoken accord, decided that enough was enough and that we ought to stop there for the day. So then my buddies availed themselves of my shower, cleaned themselves off, leaving Adam and me alone in my apartment as the sole survivors of what, by any standards, had been a unique occasion.

Adam looked at me and I at him. “How do you think it went,” he asked, “Are they OK with me?”

“Oh, come on Adam, don’t talk such nonsense.  Everything went swimmingly well. They all absolutely love you, and that includes our departing friend Antonio too.  And I was so proud of what you yourself achieved.  I sprang that induction sequence on you without a word and prayed that you would not walk out, which you did not;  and at the end of the day, I know you really enjoyed what was your first true experience of group sex; sex among friends really is a great and very enjoyable business isn’t it?  And I was also really impressed by the way that you took the initiative with Antonio, inviting him to shaft you as a farewell gesture, which turned into a totally un-programmed but spectacular display of group sex.”

“Really Adam, you came so very far in this one evening, so far, that I can hardly believe your progress and the shedding of your timidity.  As I have told you many times, there is really nothing at all to fear and once you have taken that first step, then what follows is one of the most endurable and enjoyable of all pastimes. “Sex is a toy which never fails to please.” Some guy somewhere said that; and he was was spot on.”

“In a few days, I will show you how to widen your horizons and add spice to your sex life, by picking up a one-night-stand, just as I picked you up in the Howard bar.  Believe me, you will enjoy the experience, I promise you.  Now, I am hungry and I guess you are too, so let me order some pizza and we will drink the rest of the bubbly together. Meanwhile, let’s go and get cleaned up. Oh why does sex which is so addictively delicious, have to be such a messy business?” I ended with a laugh.

THE END 

You should now read the second story of this trilogy entitled:

Kevin, Adam and Brett

by Jason Land

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