Matthew Makepeace - Made to Measure

MATTHEW  MAKEPEACE:  MADE-TO-MEASURE  

A  Homoerotic Short Story

by

Jason Land

CHAPTER 1

Matthew Makepeace laid his final brick of the day and, in his usual meticulous fashion, pointed off the excess mortar from the course he had just finished.  When Matthew had finished a piece of work, there was never any need to go back and point the joints as he always left everything perfect.

Matthew is, as you must by now have gathered, a brick- layer; but he is not your average workman; no, indeed not; Matthew takes great pride in his work, so much so that at the age of only 21, he is now the overseer of two older men, both bricklayers, who work as part of the fulltime staff of a local jobbing builder, Burgess and Sons. Burgess, who has been around since the start of the century, is a well established family business with a good reputation to uphold.  Mr. George Burgess, the grandson (or perhaps the great grandson) of the founder and present owner of the firm and himself a kindly, elderly man, had been delighted to find someone as capable and dedicated to his work as was Matthew.

We meet Matthew for the first time one Friday evening about five o’clock just at the work-day is ending. It is mid-June and the weather is magnificent and Matthew, like so many outdoor workers in the building trade has been working all day stripped to the waist. Matthew enjoys working stripped as he is, in his spare time, a dedicated amateur bodybuilder and for a young man of twenty-one, has a magnificent physique of which he is justifiably proud. Matthew wears a gold stud in his left ear and has had both his nipples, which adorn a magnificent chest of well-defined, pectoral muscles, pierced and each fitted with a small gold ring.  All in all, Matthew is what one might call picture book perfect. In word he is a magnificent looking young stud. 

Girls look at him and think he is a gorgeous hunk, which he truly is; they wonder what it would be like to get closer to him, which is a euphemism for getting into his pants. Alas, they are wasting their time for Matthew is gay; from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes he has eyes only for other men. And it has to be said that men of similar inclination have eyes for him too; for he truly is a gorgeous young man whose undoubted charms any other gay would love to sample.

But we need to look more closely into Matthew’s other physical attractions, in particular those which attract the eye of other gay men.  Matthew, stripped to the waist displays a torso bordering on perfection. And as he is somewhat particular about his dress, even the work clothes which he wears make the very best of his nether regions. And so, when he is on the site and bending down to lay a brick or pick up mortar on his trowel, any observer – and there are in fact lots of them – find  their eyes drawn to a beautifully rounded pair of buttocks, which have an incredible come hither look about them; they could not be more attractive to another gay were they to be emblazoned with the message: Come fuck me.

But even more important than his butt, is what Matthew packs between his legs. Coyly referred to as a man’s endowment, even by overtly gay men’s physique magazines, the word actually refers to a guy’s sexual equipment. Now as we all know, a man’s penis and balls are, with his arse, the items of anatomy which are of the greatest interest to potential partners, male or female. But so very often men’s magazines, when giving a guy’s key features affix a number under the heading, endowment. This number, 6,7, 8 or even in some cases 10 or 12, is the guy’s cock-length measured in inches  But to leave this most important item of a guy’s equipment at that, defined by a simple number, is a travesty.  In fact, a man’s endowment needs a much more thorough description than a bald statement of its length.  After all, a guy could have a nine inch cock, but something that it would be more suitable for use as a pipe cleaner than for it intended purpose. I exaggerate a little as I am sure you appreciate; but you get the point.

And so, we have seen what a magnificent physique Matthew displays to all and sundry when, weather permitting, he strips off at work, but what about his endowment? Well, the astute observer of which there are many, looking at Matthew’s trousers would see that, cut as they are to make the most of what he has, clearly hide a very considerable package of sexual potency from the public eye. In short, his endowment really fills out his pants very well and leaves observers wondering what it all looks like in the flesh: a very tantalising prospect indeed. But as the reader has no means of satisfying his curiosity, let me give some details of Matthew’s sexual tools.

Matthew is as well equipped between his legs as is his body with muscles. He has an eight inch cock (soft length of course) which has a diameter of some two inches. So, he is in the happy position of having a really well proportioned fuck-stick capable of satisfying the most demanding of partners. He is, like most young Englishmen of his generation, uncut; his foreskin covers, almost like a condom, what is a magnificently proportioned cock head, set off from the shaft by a good, well defined rim; his foreskin is really somewhat skimpy and tight and leaves the very tip of his cock peeping through. In some ways it is n attractive visual feature, but as we shall see it does lead to problems. 

But Matthew is exceptionally lucky in that he has a penis, that even when soft, does not just hang there between his legs like a child’s semi-deflated sausage balloon; it leaves his pelvis  more or less horizontally, before falling a in graceful curve onto his balls; in a word, our Matthew has a very attractive looking cock. One slight imperfection, if it can be considered as such, is that his balls hang just a little too low. But when he is poised for action, which he often is, his erect cock is ramrod straight, culminating in that splendidly defined head, tightly clothed in a shroud of skin tight foreskin is held proudly at 45 degrees to his well-muscled stomach. In short, Matthew ready to fuck butt is a sight to behold and, more often than not, renders the beholder green with envy.

When aroused and ready for action, Matthew sports a rock-hard erection some ten inches long, but depending on how aroused and horny he feels when action promises, it can become considerably longer.  Matthew is very aware that he brings his exceptional endowment to any occasion and so, in order to render himself as attractive as possible when he is stripped totally naked, he patronises a gay barber who carefully shaves away all pubic hair and all hair from his backside.  No wonder then, when seen for the first time in all its rock hard glory, Matthew’s credentials lead to raised eyebrows and gasps of admiration.  In a word, Matthew naked is an absolute stunner and he knows it.

CHAPTER 2

But what else do we know about know about this stunning young stud? Well, Matthew Makepeace is an orphan. He was one of those unfortunate babies one occasionally reads about, who was dumped in a carrier bag on the doorstep of an orphanage.  Yes, that’s right: he was literally left, newly born on the doorstep.  He was quickly fostered out to an elderly couple, the Makepeaces, who were professional foster parents.  And it was they who gave the baby his name, Matthew Makepeace, and arranged with the social worker and the courts for it to be officially registered and a birth certificate issued. His exact date of birth remains unknown, so Matthew is possibly five or six weeks older than the date on the birth certificate.

The Makepeaces, who had no children of their own, usually fostered four children simultaneously, but at the time they acquired Matthew, they were without any other children so that Matthew had their undivided attention. But fate intervened by the time Matthew was just over a year old, when both the Makepeaces were killed in a car accident. Matthew, who was still their only charge, was handed over to another foster family, never having known the people who had given him their name.  And thus began Matthew’s peripatetic existence, which continued until he came of age at eighteen. He was shunted from one family to another.  It was never clear why he was not adopted or for that matter why he did not finish up in an orphanage. So his entire life between birth and eighteen had been with a series of no less than six different foster parents.

When Matthew was thirteen, he was settled with another family which fleshed out its income by fostering children professionally.  The Simpsons, for that was their name, were a totally unattractive couple and did the minimum to make their foster children feel at home. True, they provided Matthew with clothes, food, a bed and a roof over his head, but that was the sum total of the lot. Not to put too fine a point on it, the Simpsons fostered for the sake of the money they received; they had no interest whatsoever in the children in their care. It all sounds a bit Dickensian to say that this was happened at the beginning of the twenty-first century, but the fact of the matter is that that was the way it was!

Age fifteen, Matthew left the local comprehensive school, the fourth different school he had attended due to his fostering shuffle; his foster parents pushed him immediately into a job with a local builder, Burgess and Sons, where, for the first time in his life Matthew felt comfortable.  His small wage as an apprentice was, for the most part, taken from him by the Simpsons, for once he started working, the council maintenance payments diminished, even though as a minor he was still in their care until the age of eighteen.

His foster father, a heavy set, bull of a man who bordered on being a perpetual drunk, caught Matthew, as most lads do, jerking off in his bedroom. Matthew was fifteen at the time. Mr. Simpson went and fetched a heavy leather belt which he used from time to time on the foster children and thrashed poor Matthew’s arse to pulp. And that was the beginning of three years of hell for Matthew; he was regularly upbraided and referred to as a pervert by his foster father, who liked nothing better than to use Matthew’s arse for target practice with his belt.

It was during these last few years with the Simpsons that Matthew gradually realised that he was not the same as most of the boys at school, with their never ending talk of girls and what they would like to do to them if they ever got the chance. He realised that he was not interested at all in girls but found himself attracted to other boys and young men. It was a gradual dawning that he himself was homosexual although it was not until several years later, when he was eighteen and had been three years with Burgess and Sons, that he actually had his first physical experience with another man. Had Matthew had the benefit of a public school education, he would almost certainly not have remained an anal virgin until he was eighteen. But boys at local day schools had much less opportunity to express their sexual feelings for one of their own sex than did their public school homologues.

George Burgess, the elderly owner of George Burgess and Sons, took a liking to his apprentice, Matthew. He and Matthew became good friends; as good friends as an elderly employer and a young employee could ever be. And so it was that George became a sort of father confessor to young Matthew. Matthew told him that he thought that he was gay, which George just accepted as a fact: “So what,” he commented, “I’m not employing you because of your sexual orientation but as an apprentice bricklayer and builder. So what you do in your own time is your affair” But, in fact, George had a real soft spot for his young employee, whom he sensed was somewhat lonely, possibly because of his publicly undeclared, and as yet unexercised  sexuality.   And so over a period of time he managed to tease out from the boy the details of his somewhat unsettled life and the unhappiness he had found with his present foster parents, the Simpsons

“You know, Mr Burgess, on June 1st next year, the day I turn eighteen and come of age, I’m out of their house and their lives forever. I never  want to see either of the Simpsons ever again.” This was said with such vehemence that George Burgess realised just how strongly Matthew felt about his foster parents and his life there.  “Don’t ask me where I shall go or how I shall live. But the day I turn eighteen I’m off; I’m not sticking around there for another minute.”

Now George valued Matthew, even at the young age of eighteen, as an excellent employee: a young man who was quick and willing to learn and did not turn out shoddy work. In Matthew he had already discerned someone who in the fullness of time could take over the running of his business, for he himself had only a daughter and no son to follow him.  “Listen, son, look before you leap; don’t act in anger only to repent at leisure. Look you cannot just walk out on your foster parents with nowhere to go. So, here’s a proposition for you.  In our yard here, there are still the old stables from the start of the business in 1900 and above them is what the office was originally. It’s been unoccupied for half a century; there’s running water and electricity there and a toilet, as far as I can remember.”

“Now if you want it, I’ll let you have it for free: no rent. All you have to do is to fix it up so that you can live there; get yourself a few sticks of furniture and a bed and you’ll be as snug as a bug in rug.  And listen lad, if you use your head, there is an awful lot of good stuff thrown away into the skips when when we strip an old place to renovate it; so, keep your eyes peeled and you will find all sorts of items which you can use to set yourself up, free of charge.”

Well, you can imagine what Matthew did. He jumped in with both feet and spent all his spare time in fixing the place so that on that fatidic day, June 1st he could leave the Simpsons forever.  As George Burgess had suggested he religiously surveyed the stuff being cleared out from various renovation jobs in which he was involved and in a short time, he had accumulated a shower unit, a hand basin, several kitchen units and various items of furniture, including a full length wall mirror, which allowed Matthew to indulge his slightly narcissistic side; he liked to look a himself naked and see how his body was developing.  George watched in admiration as the young man installed all the items himself. No job was too difficult for him to contemplate.  By the end of May, the place was more or less ready to occupy.

June 1st dawned and Matthew came down from his room at the Simpsons with his bags already packed;  he didn’t  really have much beyond his clothes so there was no problem with his leaving: no need to come back to collect stuff. 

“And where might you think you are going ?” asked Mr. Simpson, “With your suitcases packed like that and without as much as by your leave.”

Matthew replied quite simply: “Where I am going is of no concern of yours. But you are right: I am going and I am leaving this house forever; in fact, right now!  And as far as asking either of you for your permission, I am today eighteen years of age, and no longer need it. You no longer have any legal responsibility for me and I am free to do as I wish. And that is exactly what I am doing. I am exercising my right and leaving.”

Mrs. Simpson said: “But you can’t just up and out of here like that; it’s not right after all we have done for you over the past few years.”

“All you two have done for me, for the entire time I have been living with you, is to make my life miserable; but that is now the past and I no longer am legally bound to stay with you.  As of today I am eighteen years of age and you are no longer my legal guardians.  So good bye; I’m on my way; you will not see me ever again.”

“You really are the most ungrateful young man, I cannot believe that you can just walk out like this and leave us high and dry.” said Mrs. Simpson.

“Just let him go.” said Mr. Simpson.  “Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say. And anyway, now that he’s of age, the maintenance payments from the council will stop. So let him go; we’re losing nothing other than an ungrateful teenager.”

Matthew looked his foster father straight in the eye and said: “To be quite clear; you are not letting me go: I am going of my own accord to be free of you two. And as for your comment:  “Good riddance to bad rubbish,”  Well you express my sentiments exactly.” And with that final rejoinder, he left the Simpsons never to return. 

So that is how Matthew, aged eighteen became his own man.  What his ex-foster parents would have said had they known where he was going to live and how comfortable he had made the rooms loaned to him by George Burgess, we shall never know. From that day on Matthew had no further contact with the Simpsons: that phase of his life had ended and his new independent life was just beginning.

CHAPTER 3

Free as he now was of the appalling Simpsons, Matthew’s life took a new turn.  He was acutely aware of his lack of sexual experience of any kind, hetero or homo; he felt sure that he was gay, although he was still both a cock an anal virgin. He was equally aware that girls eyed him; and what girl would not?; for although only eighteen he was already a mouth-watering sexual proposition to any young member of the opposite sex.  He began to ask himself where his true orientation lay; was he in fact, as he strongly suspected, gay, or was it just his fancy? Should he try to play the field and see what happened?   His life at the Simpsons had been a rather lonely one; he had not got on terribly well with his foster brothers and was glad to be free of them as he found he had nothing in common with them.  So the first thing he did was to join a local social club to get to know other young people and to enrol at a local gym.

Matthew was very aware of his physical attributes and by the age of eighteen, he already had a well developed, muscular  body and some impressive sexual equipment . Anyone looking then at the young man, would have realised that as he filled out into full manhood in the next few years, Matthew Makepeace would be a formidable, sexy young stud. Matthew himself earnestly hoped that his cock would benefit from working out in the gym, for he, like many young men, dreamed of having a large sex organ. Somehow a large piece of man-meat equalled respect in Matthew’s eyes; and for that matter in the eyes lots of other people of both sexes.

You could be excused for thinking that Matthew might have had difficulty in relating to people in view of his family background and his lack of friends as a teenagerl but this was not the case.  Matthew was a pleasant and kind young man and had no problem at all in making a group of casual friends both at the social club and the gym; and like many young men of his age, his mind was constantly fixed upon sexual matters; Matthew like so many lonely young men, masturbated regularly; but his dearest wish was to have sex with someone to lose his virginity.

Things first came to a head with a girl whom he had recently met and found very attractive at the social club. She clearly liked Matthew, but then what girl wouldn’t for he was a gorgeous looking six foot tall hunk with blondish hair and bright blue eyes.  Carol, for that was her name, came on very strongly to Matthew and when she learned that he had a place of his own, pushed to see it; not many young men of his age managed to have a place entirely to themselves, with all the prospect for uninterrupted pleasure that potentially came with it.

In retrospect, Matthew knew he should have known from the start that he was on the wrong track: backing the wrong horse. He knew in his heart of hearts that he was not truly attracted to the opposite sex; but he felt nevertheless, that before he abandoned the idea of women entirely and the chance of a married life with children, he ought to give it a whirl; he really ought to have sex with a girl and see how he felt once the deed was done. So one Saturday evening after dancing close with Carol all evening he invited her back to his pad. One has to say that she did not need much inviting for it was clear that she wanted to be in bed with a naked Matthew at her side; which is, of course precisely what happened.

Carol, who seemed quite experienced (he later learned that she was considered by all the straight guys at the club as an easy lay.) took the lead and was all over Matthew, helping him out of his clothes. Carol had only one objective and that was Matthew’s cock and he did not resist her advances. But once naked and in bed together, disaster struck.  Matthew suddenly realised quite definitely that he did not want to kiss Carol intimately or touch her private parts as she obviously did his; and he certainly did not want to fuck her. Carol however, intent on satisfaction, persevered; but try as she might, Matthew’s  magnificent cock simply refused to play ball:  it remained limp. In those crude and cruel words, in this, his first attempt at sexual intercourse; he couldn’t get it up.  He practically died from embarrassment.

Carol was no help either, for she was not one of the gentle types. She knew exactly what she wanted that evening was to be fucked; so when she did not get it, she was quite furious; she simply pulled on her clothes and left.  He was relieved when she never again appeared the club and he never saw her again. “I must have been an absolute fool” Matthew said to himself. “I’ve known for years that I am attracted men and not women so why the fuck did I allow myself to begin such a silly adventure to see if I could do it with a girl. It was doomed from the start. But what it has shown me is that I am a homosexual man: I’m gay: but a gay virgin; and now I need to deal with that.”

Matthew was not exactly a happy mood next day at work and when he knocked off, instead of going back to his pad as he usually did, he went straight round to the social club to have a drink.  So early in the evening the place was deserted; but the bar was open, so got a beer and settled down in a corner to drown his sorrows so to speak. Another good looking well set up young man came in, got himself a drink, looked around, saw Matthew seated alone, came across to him and said:  “Hi, I’m Brian Hedley;  we don’t know one another but as you are alone, do you mind if I join you? This is supposed to be a social club after all?”

Matthew motioned him to sit down, and introduced himself to Brian, who clearly wanted to talk: “Well Matthew, you look as though you have just lost a pound and found a penny; so come on tell all; what’s bothering you; what’s up?”

Matthew was amazed at Brian’s directness. Here was a man he had never met, a man whom he did not know at all, but who was already asking probing questions. (It didn’t need an expert to see to see how Matthew felt; his face said it all.) Matthew was somewhat nonplussed by the bluntness of the approach:  “Oh Brian, it’s really nothing; I’m just feeling a bit low tonight, that’s all; I had bit of a setback last night which has left me a bit winded; but I’ll be OK; it’s really not important.”

“Listen my friend, there is clearly something bothering you. Why not tell me what’s on your mind. You know Matthew, very often it’s easier to unburden oneself to a complete stranger than to a close friend.  We don’t know one another from Adam; so come on ; tell all; spill the beans; what the hell is biting you? What’s on your mind? Pound to a penny woman trouble I bet. Come on, tell all. What the hell’s biting you?  Just unburden yourself to me; it might help. And cross my heart and hope to die; talking to me is like talking in the confessional; it will go no further; that I promise you.”

Just listening to Brian’s patter made Matthew feel a lot better.  Brian had an easy way and had, in spite of his bluntness, already made Matthew feel at ease. Matthew wondered to himself: “Should I cry on Brian’s shoulder or not? What do I gain by telling him of my catastrophic sex life; what sex life? I really don’t have one. My only attempt with Carol last night ended in embarrassment.  But what the hell; what if I do tell Brian about my failure and my uncertainty? What have I to lose?  Can he help me? Can anyone help me right now?  Oh fuck it, I may as well cry on his shoulder. It might help me just to tell someone what a failure I am; to put it all behind me.”  All this flashed through Matthew’s mind whilst Brian was talking.

“Listen Brian, all this is very embarrassing for me, but if you really want to know here is the story.” And Matthew told his new found friend exactly what had happened last night. He went on to tell Brian how he thought that he was probably gay but had no sexual experience at all. “I know it sounds ridiculous, that I should have tried to have sex with a woman, knowing how I felt; but I just had to try as I here I am going on nineteen and still a virgin. I’ve never had sex with anyone, either man or woman.  What the fuck do I do now?”

Brian was a great talker but he was also a good listener. “Listen stud; just imagining what you have to offer under those clothes you have on, believe me, you’ll have no trouble at all in getting all the sex you want.”  This he said with his eyes glued on Matthew’s well filled crotch.  “So what if you are gay? there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just a question of getting started. Once you are over that first hump, it will all come totally naturally. You know, Matthew, the human male cannot, in general, live without sex. He needs either a woman or another man on a regular basis.  Now let me ask you this; do you believe in fate?  I think I do personally, for I think that fate as brought you and me together this evening.”  Matthew listened intently.

“Me, I’m a regular male. I have a regular girl friend and we have it off together several times a week; she’s as keen as I am; and for the record she’s one hell of a lay, by the way.  But, I have to tell you that lurking there at the back of mind is the nagging question:  “What would it be like to fuck, and in turn to be fucked by, another guy?”  I don’t think I am alone in this as lots of guys who are family men have the same thought.  And indeed, lots of guys who are happily married do fuck another guy on the side. So you see my problem? I would really like to have sex with another guy just to satisfy my curiosity.  Believe me up to now, I’ve never actually done it; but the thought and the desire are there, all the time.  So, like you I am an anal virgin, whereas you are a total virgin in that you have neither fucked nor been fucked. So I guess that you jerk off pretty often to relieve your tension; I know I would if I were you; in fact I still do; but I don’t let my girl friend know that she has competition even though it’s only from a five fingered lover.”

“Anyway, to cut to the chase as one says; listen Matthew, why don’t we two do each other a favour? I’ll fuck you and then let you fuck me in return. We’re both anal virgins and a little mutual, how shall I put it, fuckfest, might do us both some good. You would completely lose your virginity by fucking me and having your butt fucked by me.  And I will have the experience of losing my own anal virginity to you, but at the same time having the pleasure of fucking your arse. That is something I dream about; what might it be like to stick my own cock up another guy’s arse and give him a good, hard fuck.    I can tell you Matthew, my cock is pretty experienced and although I have never ever fucked another guy, by the time I’d have done with you, you’ll know for certain whether you are a full blooded true blue gay or not.  I don’t like to brag, but make no mistake, if I fuck your arse, you will know you have been fucked by a real pro. So Matthew, how does that grab you for an idea?”

Matthew sat in silence listening to this fantastic proposition and thought:  “I hardly know this guy at all and he is making me a most extraordinary offer: sort of made to measure sex.  What should I say to him? Should I tell him to get lost or that he’s nuts. But then I don’t think he is nuts; quite the contrary, he seems dead serious.  He sees me as a means of satisfying his own curiosity about male-male sex; but at the same time he sees himself rendering me a service in allowing me to fuck him, So, if I agree to this proposition of his, I will lose my virginity totally; I will have fucked a guy’s arse and, in turn, been fucked by him.  Now Brian is clearly, at least from what he says, an experienced cocks-man. He clearly knows how to use his cock on his girlfriend, or so he claims, so I guess I have to believe that he knows how to fuck; and is there all that much difference between fucking a woman or fucking another man’s butt?”

“But, on the other hand he has never actually fucked another guy so it will be a first for him also. And like me, until I fuck him, if I can manage it, he is also an anal virgin. So it will also be a first time for him, but a sort of double first for me.  But what if I say yes and then, when we get to the act, I cannot raise the flag, as was the case last night. Suppose I am just too nervous; what then?  Another embarrassing occasion! But this guy is offering to take me on, sight unseen, no less, for my very first time; and for a full service workout: to fuck and to be fucked. He’s proposing a reciprocal arrangement; it’s not that he is just going to fuck my butt and then bugger off and leave me to pick up the bits.”

“One day, I suppose or I should say, I hope, that I will find my feet and have a happy sex life like any other guy. If I don’t accept Brian’s proposition, then where am I? Well, I suppose I am exactly where I have always been. So ultimately, to get started, I really do have to find someone to have sex with. There has to be a first time for me with someone. And how do I find that someone? And if I ever do find him, will it be a two way exchange as Brian is proposing, or will I finish getting myself buggered and then dumped?   Anyway, with whomever I have my first experience it will be an act of faith. So what the fuck; Brian seems a nice guy so I think I’ll go with him and see what happens. The worst can be an embarrassing moment for me if I cannot get my end up and give his arse a return round. But anyway, as he will surely have first go, I shall at least be sure of getting my arse fucked; so that part of my virginity, at least, will be gone forever.”

“So, Matthew, Come on; what do you think of my idea? Shall we go for it? It’s got something for both of us. And listen, it’s got to happen for you sometime, so why not with me.  Whenever it happens, my friend, you will have to steel yourself to take an unknown cock-up your arse; it really is as simple as that. So, Matthew, are you on or off? Are we going to do it? Yes or no?”

“OK Brian, let’s give it a whirl.  But please don’t blame me if it is a disaster.”

“Listen Matthew; just look on the bright side of things. You’re a great looking young stud, believe me I’ll try my very best to help you find your sexual feet. And hopefully I shall get something in return as I shall have satisfied my curiosity about anal intercourse.”

“So, Brian, when do you see all this happening?”

“Listen mate, there is no time like the present; so Matthew unless you have some other pressing engagement, why don’t we go for it right now?  Look Matthew, I’m foot loose and fancy free this evening, so let’s go for it. Listen if you want we can go over to my place. I live over the other side of town, but we can drive over in a few minutes. Or do you have a better idea?”

“Brian, I don’t have a car; in fact, I don’t even drive as yet. But I live just a few minutes’ walk away, so why don’t we go there. You really know nothing about me;  I actually live alone and we can do what we want in my flat. There will be no one breathing down our necks.”

“Lead on Mc Duff,” said Brian with a laugh.

CHAPTER 4

So the two young men drank up and set off to Matthew’s flat above the old stables at George Burgess and Sons. As they walked along, Matthew was tense with uncertainty, emotion, anticipation, fear of the unknown: you name it: Matthew felt it. As they walked along they passed by Brian’s car. He said: “Hold on a minute, sport, let me just get something out of the car. Safe sex is good sex and we need some condoms and I don’t suppose you have any. Anyway, I always carry a stock with me in the car as well as some lubricant, which we also might needs; forewarned is forearmed is my motto.”

Of course, Matthew had never even thought of the fact that they might need some supplies to ease their coupling; so he was relieved that the highly experienced Brian was taking the lead. But he still felt very queasy in his stomach as they entered his place, at the thought of what he had agreed to do. But working on the principle that he who hesitates is lost, he screwed his courage together and he and Brian stood looking at each other in his living room. “So Brian, you are the master of ceremonies; what do we do now?”

“Oh come on Matthew, don’t be so naïve; let’s get stripped and down to the business at hand.” And with that Brian, without the slightest sign of any embarrassment, started to strip off his clothing. “Come on, Matthew, get stripped and let me have a look at you. You know mate, I’ve been dying to see you naked since the moment I first saw you in the the bar tonight. You have to believe me when I tell you that even fully dressed, you look incredibly sexy. So come on, Matthew; reveal all and let me see what gems you are hiding down below.” he concluded with a laugh.

Matthew was not all ashamed of his body or of is sexual credentials, but he had never before stripped naked in front of another man, or woman, for that matter. The other night with Carol, they had finished up naked in bed together; but they had got there more discretely than stripping off and gazing at each other. And so, Matthew felt somewhat embarrassed by what he knew he had to do.  But, in for a penny, in for a pound, off came his clothing and the two young men stood looking at each other for the first time.

Matthew saw immediately that although Brian was a well set up young guy he, did not have the physique that he himself had, nor was he sexually as well endowed as he himself was. Matthew sighed inwardly with relief that is first experience of anal sex was not going to be an assault course with a monumental ram-rod of a cock. Overall though, he had to admit to himself that Brian was not an unattractive proposition; and he was already beginning to feel a vague stirring in his nether regions.  This in itself should have told him something about himself; it was the first signs of arousal at the sight of another man naked in front of him: an arousal that he had failed to register with Carol.

Brian, meanwhile, was taking in what was on view before him and he saw a marvellously well-developed figure of a young man of eighteen; beautiful symmetrical muscles, well tanned by the sun with superb sexual equipment.  At the beginning of his young manhood, he was already sporting a seven inch, well proportioned cock. And as Brian was quick to note, this key male organ, as ever, was showing its own mind; and as he watched Matthew, his cock rose steadily to a perfect erection. 

It was then that it suddenly hit Brian, like a ton of bricks; looking at Matthew as he now was he now felt completely different about him. When they had met just a short while ago in the club, Brian had truly wanted to satisfy his curiosity to see what it would be like to have sex with another man, and Matthew had seemed a good choice. But now, looking at him, Brian suddenly realised that he truly wanted to fuck this young guy, who was just so lusciously inviting; no longer just to satisfy his curiosity, but because he now was lusting after the young Adonis who was standing in front of him.

It was at this moment that Brian suddenly started to question his own sexuality, for looking down at his own cock, he realised that it toowas telling him what it wanted to do; it was already rock hard; and he noticed that he was already in the moist state of precum. His cock was sending him a clear message that it was time to fuck something and that something at present was Matthew’s anus. Brian suddenly thought to himself: “Am I what I have always thought myself to be: a sexually very active, heterosexual male or do I have another side which lusts after other men?”  

He had never had any qualms about being able to give Matthew his first fuck; the thought that he might not be able to get it up with another man had never crossed his mind. But another thought now came to his mind: “If I were a true blue, heterosexual male, would my dick be hardening at the sight of another man naked?  Would I now be raring to go, which I am? This is more than just satisfying my curiosity to see what sex would be like with another man.  Looking now at Matthew, I want to fuck him and fuck him hard; I just find this guy so attractive; I can’t wait to get my cock up his arse. If Matthew chickens out now, I’ll have to restrain myself otherwise I shall surely rape the guy. My god, I really do have he hots for this young stud.” 

Brian started to ask himself: “Could it be that this is more than idle curiosity and that I have latent homosexual tendencies? Could it be that I am bisexual, sort of AC/DC, ambidextrous, as I have heard it referred to about men who like having sex with both women and men?”  Of course the deed had yet to be done with Matthew, but he already knew full well that he was going to enjoy what he was about to do. He only hoped that Matthew would get the same pleasure out of his first fuck as he surrendered his anal virginity. He told himself that he would do his best by the young man, even though he had no previous experience of gay sex to know what doing one’s best entailed.

And then he realised that as the two of them had been looking at each other, Matthew too had become hard as a rock: his cock standing to attention at 45 degrees to his stomach. He thought to himself, “This young stud has nothing at all to fear. Just look at his cock; he wants me just as much as I want him:  he’s as gay as they come and by the time I’m done with him he’ll be raring to do the same to me. At least I think he will and I am really looking forward to surrendering my own anal virginity to this guy; to letting him fuck my hole. And what a beautiful cock he has; it makes me quite jealous just looking at it. As I told him it’s an anal first for both of us. The only advantage that I have over him is that I know how to fuck a woman; otherwise we are equal; we are both going into unknown territory; so let’s get to it.”

“Matthew just listen to me a second.  We are both of us going to do something that neither of us has ever done before.  Now, I believe in safe-sex, which is why I stopped at the car and picked up the condoms. But look, believe me when I tell you that I am quite clean; and you clearly are as you have never had sex with anyone; so I was wondering, as it’s going to be your first time, if you would like to have sex with me bareback as it is called: without using a condom. In other words we shall fuck in flesh to flesh contact;  I thought it might be nice as a first time for you as you would feel your partner directly not hidden behind a rubber sheath.  So Matthew, what so you say?”

In the brief few moments whilst the two studs had been eyeing each other, thoughts too had been flashing through Matthew’s head.  Although he also desperately wanted to lose his virginity, he suddenly felt very nervous about going through with what Brain had proposed.  He had never before been naked with another man and although he found Brian attractive, there was still that residual reluctance at the thought of what Brian was going to do to him. He said: “Brian, you know I’m not sure that I want to go through with this. After all it’s quite a big step for me and what if I can’t keep my part of the bargain?”

“Matthew, for crying out loud; just look at yourself. We haven’t even touched each other and your cock is already looking like a smaller version of Nelson’s Column. Matthew; your cock is telling you exactly what it wants you to do; Look Matthew; it’s now or never for you.  Just turn around, lean across that table there and let me lube up your hole and my own cock and let’s get on with it.  Listen Matthew, I’m now so aroused, psyched up, call it what you will, about what I’m going to do to you. Now that I have seen you in the flesh, Matthew, I absolutely want to fuck you and if you try to pull out now, God help me, I’ll finish up raping you; that’s just how strongly I feel about you; you are just so fucking attractive; I don’t think you have any idea at all of what an attractive stud you are. So forget pulling out; just relax and let it all happen. If you like, think of it as you doing me a good turn.”

Matthew finally turned around and did as Brian had suggested, spreading his legs to give Brian access to his all important anus, which was nothing more than a tight pucker deep in his crease of his buns.  Brian applied a little lubricant from the tube he had picked up from the car and then liberally lubed up his own rock-hard member.

“Right Matthew, this is the moment of no return; here I go.” And with that he held Matthew’s buttocks quite firmly and proceeded to push his cock against Matthew’s anal sphincter.  Anyone who has had the experience of fucking a young arsehole for the first time  and particularly where the recipient is somewhat nervous about taking his partner’s cock, will know that here can be considerable resistance before the sphincter relaxes and allows the entrance of the partner’s member. “Matthew, just try to relax and let me do the work. I’ll soon be inside you and then all will be well.”

And as happens all the time, the sphincter eventually yielded to the insistence of the cock and Brian was soon deep inside Matthew’s rectum.  Matthew let out a cry of pain at the first thrust, so Brian, who truly wanted his partner to enjoy himself, paused for a moment before continuing.  Brian, who had never fucked a man before, began reciprocally pumping his cock a to and fro; gently at first, but then with ever increasing length, speed and force until he suddenly climaxed and shot his load inside Matthew.  Matthew moaned gently all the time this was happening and finally shot his own load onto the table against which he was leaning. It is an indication of just how much each of them had wanted to fuck, for very rarely do first time partners, the fucker and fuckee, reach mutual orgasm so easily.  Brian withdrew, turned Matthew round and held him in his arms.

“How was it for you, Matthew.” he asked. “For me it was quite incredible but I was not able to control my climax inside you. It was sort of a case of premature ejaculation for me, which should tell you just how much I wanted to fuck your beautiful arse. (Brian was allowing himself to use a term of endearment already, which was an indication of his changing feelings towards Matthew. Had he realised it himself? Possibly not; but it was there). But that was one of the greatest orgasms I have ever had.  How was it for you? Did you enjoy it?  You know that you are now no longer a virgin Matthew; so we have at least vanquished that demon.  And let me tell you that I shall be forever grateful that you allowed me to be with you for your first time; that you allowed me to rob you of your virginity was a real honour for me. So come on Matthew; how was it for you?”

“We----ll,” began Matthew, “I was shit scared when you finally pushed your cock into me; but thank God that you did; otherwise I would probably have gone on dithering forever. Anyway, it finally got me started and I have to say that apart from your initial thrust, which hurt like fucking hell and a bit of discomfort as you banged away, I really thought it was terrific.  I had no idea at all what to expect and when you climaxed inside me, I was really amazed, But even more so is the fact that I suddenly shot my wad  immediately  afterwards. And let me tell you, Brian, as  a guy who up to now has only ever reached orgasm by jerking himself off,  what I just experienced with you was in a totally different league. Frankly, now that you have forced me into it, I enjoyed every fucking minute of it.   But the question now is, are we still on for the sequel, which is me fucking you. After all, you have just taken my anal virginity, so am I going to get the chance to relieve you of yours as we agreed?”

“If you think, now that I have seen that monument of a fuck-stick of yours, my friend, that I would let you off the hook without having had the pleasure of experiencing it up my own arse, you are fucking mistaken .  So now that you are over that first awful hump, which is letting someone in on your own hole, you will find the rest much easier; you will be in control; you will be doing the fucking and I will be doing the submitting. And just look at you; you were shit scared that you would not be able to raise the flag and here you are, still rock-hard right now.  So as I told you, your cock, that uncontrollable piece of meat which we men all have, tells us exactly what it wants. And let me add, Matthew, that it can decide to transmit its message of desire, over which its owner has no control at all, sometimes at some very awkward moments.  So, my guess is that as you become sexually more confident and meet other guys, you will suddenly find that some of them are sporting trousers which are tented at the crotch by their erections, over which they have no control: none whatsoever; and you, my friend, will be exactly the same.” 

“You wondered if you were gay. Well let me tell you what I think. Look back to your trial attempt with your girl the other night. You couldn’t get it up because your cock simply did not want to fuck a woman.  Your cock is now telling you quite the opposite: that it wants you to fuck me. So, I am sure that you get the message; your dick is telling you that you are attracted to men; actually at the moment, to me. So, shall we get to it?  This will be a sort of double first; my anus is as virgin a piece territory as is your dick.”

“Brian, do you think that we might try a different position rather than standing? Look, if you lie face down on my bed next door, stick your butt into the air and open our legs a bit, I think I could find my way into you from the back. How about it? Does it it grab you? I know it’s the way that animals do it, as I have seen dogs at it many a time.”  Brian nodded his assent and they moved into the bedroom, where Brian took up what not surprisingly is called the doggy position” Matthew found the tube of lube and liberally anointed Brian’s anus with it and applied a generous quantity to his own cock, which was still rock-hard and ready for action.  Then he knelt down behind his partner and made his first attempt to to fuck Brian’s hole.

“Brian, it’s hard work, for your bloody hole does not want to let me in; and Brian I’m  pushing hard against you but their I no sign of any relaxation. What am I doing wrong?”

“Listen stud, this is a first for both of us; unchartered territory also for me, for no one has ever service my arse with his dick before. So just persist and eventually I should relax enough to let you penetrate me?”

And that is, of course, exactly what happened; the sphincter gradually started to relax and Matthew was able to give Brian the full length of his magnificent tool. In the same way Matthew had done, Brian let out a gasp of pain as Matthew forced his cock deep into his rectum; but he then allowed Matthew to thrust away until both of them climaxed.  What was surprising was the speed at which the two young men had managed to cum.  So often when two men have sex together, in spite of thumping away, they both finish up jerking themselves to orgasm. But with these two this was not the case; and when it came, the sperm came vigorously and in quantity.  Matthew collapsed onto Brian’s back and he lay there with his cock still inside his partner’s anus for at least five minutes, whilst they both recomposed themselves.  Then Brian somehow pulled himself from under Matthew and wrapped himself around his young partner and kissed him.

Brian said: “Matthew, what set out as a simple liaison between was aimed at satisfying two objectives; firstly to help you to lose your virginity and secondly, to satisfy my own curiosity and see what it felt like to fuck another man.  Well, both those aims have been satisfied; but in fact, from my point of view, it has been an extraordinary experience, providing you and me alike with our first sexual encounter with another man.  But what set out for me as a simple act to satisfy my curiosity has turned into something much deeper: something which never crossed my mind. You see, Matthew, in the brief encounter we have had together, I suddenly realised that I was truly enjoying myself. In fact, to tell the honest truth, I enjoyed fucking you every bit as much, if not more, than  I do fucking my girl friend, And, going on from there, when you finally managed to share your magnificent piece of man-meat with me, I was in seventh heaven.”

“So I guess what I am saying is that in fucking your butt and allowing you to do likewise for me, I discovered a side of myself I had no idea existed until just now.  In fact, Matthew, I have just discovered that I really love gay sex, which is why I now want to turn you onto your back and let me fuck you again in a more comfortable position than before, when we were both standing up.  It’s sort of the way a man fucks a woman and is usually called the mission position.” 

Then, before Matthew had time to answer, Brian rolled them both over on the bed and finished up with Matthew beneath him.  Matthew, who and enjoyed being fucked just as much as Brian had enjoyed performing the act, did not resist. He too was in a  state of highly aroused euphoria: a feeling he had never before experienced.  Brian, who was still hard, raised himself onto his knees in front of Matthew, pulled his legs over his own shoulders, thereby having clear access to Matthew’s vital hole.  “Just hold your monument out of the way, will you,” said Brian, “Let the hound see the hare, so to speak, so that I can get my tool inside you again.”

Matthew, who was still rock-hard, pulled his cock and balls as tightly as he could against his belly and Brian, who was super-aroused by the prospect of what he was about to do, without waiting, thrust his cock into Matthew for a second time.  The sphincter proved less unyielding than on the first occasion and Brian’s cock slid smoothly into Matthew’s rectum.  Matthew let out a moan of pain mingled with delight as he felt Brian serve him the full length of his cock. Matthew now sensed that this was going to be a much more thorough fuck than his first time and braced himself as Brian started pumping his cock in and out of him with ever increasing amplitude and force.  Matthew realised that he was now experiencing sex from a man who was very experienced, albeit with a woman. But Brian accomplished what was only his second anal fuck ever, with such vigour and panache, that anyone would have that this was his normal stomping ground.

Brian used maximum force on Matthew and as he worked himself towards orgasm, he withdrew more of his cock from inside of Matthew at each stroke.  The whole  thing culminated in Brian completely withdrawing his cock from Matthew’s hole, waiting a  second before plunging his meat back inside Matthew and climaxing for the second time with a huge emission of cum which he ejaculated into Matthew in a series of forceful, uncontrollable  jerks. Matthew meanwhile had been holding his own tool well away from the battering being lavished on his butt by his partner but climaxed himself a few seconds later,  spraying his own stomach and chest as well as Brian’s torso and face with his own thick sperm.

What was extraordinary in the couplings which had just taken place was that both young men had achieved mind-bendingly glorious orgasms without any recourse to any help from their hands. Very often both the fucker and the fuckee find that they need to finish off their coupling with vigorous handwork and masturbate themselves to a climax. But this was not the case with Brian and Matthew.  Some extraordinary chemistry had clearly developed between these two young men and they achieved that indescribably delicious feeling which the male orgasm brings with it, purely by use of the act of copulation.

Both men lay face to face, Brian on top of Matthew; the two of them were bathed in Matthew’s sperm of which there seemed to be enough to float a small boat. When the two of them had recovered from the effort, Matthew look at himself and at his partner and said: “Jesus Brian that was one hell of a performance you just gave. Are you sure that you never fucked a man until this evening? You come across as a real pro, and if anyone knows how to give it to a guy, it’s got to be you. I’m an absolute beginner, but you really did take me to heaven and back and I just know that few men could have delivered what you just have. But you know what? Fucking is a really messy business; it’s great whilst it’s happening; but just look at us now; we’re both in a horribly sticky mess. Get a towel from the bathroom over there and let’s at least dry ourselves off. I don’t know if we are supposed to enjoy wallowing in our own cum but I quite frankly don’t.”

Brian complied and both of them stood up and wiped of the fruits of their labours. Then Matthew, suddenly fired with desire, pushed Brian flat on his back on the bed and proceeded to do to him exactly what he had just experienced.  Gone was any of the reticence or hesitation which Matthew had shown just a short while earlier. He was still so aroused that all he wanted was to fuck Brian again. And, as Brian had told him; once over that first hump it all falls into place and becomes natural: as easy as falling off a log.  And Matthew, who was very well equipped with the tools of the trade, as we already know, gave a sterling second performance on Brian’s butt.  He fucked his partner with all the force he could muster and when they both climaxed yet again for the fourth time within an hour, they again found themselves bathed in cum: Brian’s cum this time.  One might well ask where it all came from; well when two healthy, young men get together and both want to fuck each other, then their bodies respond at an alarmingly fast rate and a seemingly endless stream of sperm is produced at each climax.

Matthew and Brian then cleaned themselves off once again and, exhausted by their efforts, lay side by side in Matthew’s bed where they both fell asleep.

Matthew awoke with a start and saw that he had been asleep all night and it was now six the following morning: a work day.  Brian, naked, lay beside him, still asleep. Matthew pulled himself out of bed and went into the shower where he was joined a few minutes later by Brian who managed somehow to squeeze himself into the none too large cubicle.  “That,” said Brian, “Was one hell of a time we had together last night.  You know Matthew that was some of the best sex I think have ever had; and believe me I’m not a beginner. If anyone had told me I how much I would enjoy sex with another man, I would never have believed him; but it is true: it was a marvellous experience for me. You know, what set off as an evening to satisfy my curiosity, turned into one of the greatest fucks of my life.  It has changed forever my whole outlook on sex; I discovered with you, that I really enjoyed having sex with another a man.” And with that, with no resistance from Matthew, he suddenly thrust his cock into Matthew anus as they stood there in the shower and fucked him hard yet again.

“Jesus man you’re insatiable,” said Matthew laughingly, as they dried themselves off and got dressed. “Listen, I don’t know about you, but I’ve got to be at work by eight, so let’s go and get a quick bite at the café just two doors down and then I’m off. They open early for workmens’ breakfasts.”

They ordered egg and bacon and tea and as they were eating, Brian said: “Listen Matthew, things have taken a totally different turn to what I had in mind when we first met yesterday evening. Look, I really enjoyed what we did together. In fact I enjoyed it more than I have ever done with my girl-friend and let’s face it, I’ve had lots of practice with her. So I was wondering how you felt about what we did;  I was wondering how you felt about us having an ongoing relationship, which is what I really would like. Could we perhaps see one another, say, once a week?  Matthew I really do dig you, truly I do; and I would like us to go on having sex together.  Man, do I love fucking you; and just let me tell you, as a beginner you have nothing more to learn; you handle your cock like a seasoned pro. It would be so great to build on what we have just started. So how about it? How do you feel?” 

Matthew was somewhat surprised by what Brian had just said.  He had had no idea that Brian would want to continue what had originally been seen as a one night stand. But here was the guy who had helped him find is sexual feet and had shown Matthew that he was a true gay and here he was suggesting that they see one another on a regular basis.  If he turned down Brian’s suggestion he would have no immediate sexual partner; and after last night’s experience, Matthew knew only too well that neophyte though he was to gay sex, his future happiness lay there.  After a one night stand, he could not envisage dropping an activity which he had just experienced and enjoyed for the first time: gay sex was here to stay for Matthew.

 As Brian had said, a man needs to have sex; he needs to fuck; and to fuck on a regular basis.  If anyone had told him just now important that first time would be for him and how it would change his life forever, he would never have believed them.  But it had made such a lasting impression on Matthew, that there was now no way that he was going let go.  So he told Brian that he was willing to go ahead and establish a regular relationship with him.

“But what about your girl friend?  What happens if she finds out that you are burning the candle at both ends? I mean, it’s no skin of my nose, but what about you?”

“Let’s cross that bridge when we get to it,” said Brian, “If we ever do.  But tell me Matthew what is this place you are living in and what do you do for a living? Just look at us, we hardly know one another and we are sort of planning a regular liaison.  So come on, fill me in a bit.”

Matthew then told Brian that he was an apprentice bricklayer and quickly sketched his early life and how he had left his last foster home as soon as he was eighteen. “You know Brian, I have no idea who my birth parents are or for that matter my exact date of birth.  My name, Matthew, my only Christian name, by the way, was given to me by my first foster parents, a Mr. and Mrs. Makepeace, who had they lived, I think would have ultimately adopted me as they gave me their family name and arranged with the authorities for me to have a birth certificate with their family name on it. But my date of birth is just a guess and I am probably a few weeks older than it says on the certificate. As for the Makepeaces, well I never knew them as they were both killed in a car crash when I was about a year old and since then, until I left the Simpsons six or so months ago,  I had been a foster child in several different homes and gone to several different schools.”

“The best thing the Simpsons did for me was to get me a job with George Burgess, the builders, when I was fifteen. Old Mr Burgess, my boss allows me to live rent-free in that flat above the old stables at the builder’s yard, which is where we were last night. So, that is where I live and work from: the Burgess’s builder’s yard. Most of the time I’m out on a site; and now, looking at the time, I really need to get my skates on and get back to the depot, as we are taken by truck each day to wherever we are working and at present that is some ten miles away. But what about you?”

“I see now why you are so tanned; I guess you work stripped to the waist in nice weather. I would do the same if I had a body as great as yours. As for me; well, nothing very exciting; I work in a travel agent’s shop as a sales clerk. I quite like it as I meet different people all the time. My girlfriend works in the mobile-phone shop just a few doors down from me; we met in the local coffee bar, clicked and became sort of an item.  I’m lucky as I get a commission on each sale I make, so I’m not too badly off and can afford to rent a little flat, which is where Christine, that’s my girlfriend, and I have it off together. My commission also pays for my wheels, which is handy. Christine still lives at home, so I say we are sort of an item as we don’t actually live together, although we have regular sex at my place. So, listen Matthew to firm up on things between you and me; today is Tuesday so why don’t we meet in the club on Thursday evening again at say seven and take it from there?” And that was how the matter was settled between the two of them.

CHAPTER 5

The friendship between Matthew and Brian blossomed and they became not only sex partners but good friends.  Matthew never really understood how Brian juggled his sex life, for he seemed to to spend his entire free time either fucking him or Christine. But things seem to work out OK.  With the confidence which his meeting with Brian had given him, Matthew now came completely to terms with the fact that he was as gay as a coot and decided to acknowledge the fact publicly. He went off and had is left ear pierced and a gold stud fitted. Afterwards, he looked at himself in the mirror and felt proud of what he had done.  The stud and its position in his left ear, had the advantage of keeping the girls at bay; without it, any of the girls at the social club would have been all over him, for make no mistake; sex was rampant between club members. But then, where is sex not omnipresent?  It is the fuel which makes the world go round.

In spite of Matthew and Brian’s close friendship, Brian did not object to Matthew playing the field; but then, how could he when he himself had a girlfriend around his neck? A girl, who moreover looked like becoming a permanent fixture in his life.  So Matthew started going three nights a week to the gym, where he sensed a lot of the guys working out were gay. Aged eighteen, Matthew was intent on developing a truly muscular body and took his training sessions very seriously indeed. He discovered that after nine in the evening, the gym was frequented by men who trained practically naked: they wore, for the most part a simple cock thong, just to hold their man-meat in place whilst they exerted themselves; so everyone got a good view of their arses, Matthew adopted this style of semi-nude training and he soon developed a number of friends all of whom were gay; all of whom were dedicated to serious muscle work and, most importantly, all of whom loved to fuck.

So in the course of a few weeks, Matthew, who was one of the youngest guys there had made a group of friends with whom he trained and had regular sex. He was happy: very happy indeed as he found he enjoyed the variety which having sex with several different men gave him. He and Brian still spent time together; but among all the guys he had me at the gym  and with whom he was now having regular sex, he had not found one with whom he felt he could cement a permanent relationship. And so three years passed; Matthew was not unhappy;  he was now the twenty one year old stud with pierced ear and nipples that we met at the beginning of this story.

Matthew did not normally go the gym on Friday, for it was a good club night; but one particular Friday, for some unknown reason – call it fate – he decided to go and work out and thereby set into motion a train of events which was to change his life forever.  The first great event in his life had been his chance meeting with Brian some three years earlier; a meeting which had got him launched into the gay sex scene; but tonight was to be even momentous.

The gym was deserted apart from one other muscular looking guy, whom he did not know, who was working out at the other end of the gym. Matthew finished off his routine and went to take a shower before leaving.  A few minutes later the other man entered and took the shower next to him and proceeded to soap himself up. Both men were totally naked and Matthew saw that his companion was about the same height and build as he was and had an attractively large cock: always an alluring feature in a guy, 

He turned his back on his companion when suddenly, with the water still running, a pair of hands grasped his hips firmly and before he could resist, his companion had thrust his hard, soapy cock deep into Matthew’s anus. Matthew’s first reaction was to try to escape from this unexpected attack. But his companion held him firmly and proceeded to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into Matthew. Suddenly Matthew realised that the fuck-pole being thrust into his arse was very large and that moreover, the man who was attempting to fuck him was clearly experienced.  So although he was being raped, Matthew became philosophical and thought: “Well, what the hell; there is a saying which goes, if you know you are being raped, just relax and enjoy it.”   So he did just that. In fact Matthew, who was by now also a highly experienced cocks-man himself and had, in the past three years, taken countless cocks of all shapes and sizes up his own arse, now realised that the cock with which he was being assaulted was a quite exceptional piece of man-meat. Truth to tell,  he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling that this massive fuck-stick aroused inside him; and things got better as his unknown partner proceeded to give him probably the most monumental and stimulating fuck he had ever had.  Matthew, now also rock hard, found himself transported into seventh heaven by this unknown man.

Boy, did this stud really know how to handle his tool; he took long vigorous strokes and as he approached his own climax, the force he was applying increased.  Matthew realised that he was in the grip of a highly experienced sexual operator who was fucking him to perfection; and he found himself enjoying the experience enormously. His companion finally withdrew, climaxed and shot is wad all over Matthew’s arse.  Matthew was bathed in a huge quantity of this creamy cum the likes of which he had never before experienced. He himself then shot his wad all over the floor of the shower.

Not a word had passed between the two young men whilst all this happened, but when he finally shot his load, his companion said: “That, my friend, was one hell of a fuck you just let me have. Let me introduce myself; my name is Jonathan Hargreaves; might I enquire whom have I just had the pleasure of fucking?”  Jonathan then swung Matthew round, looked him square in the face and said: “Sorry my friend, but a guy with your attributed needs to watch out in the showers. Your arse is just so bloody attractive that I simply could not resist sticking it to you. I do hope that you don’t mind.”

Matthew realised that his companion was a well-educated man, better by far than he himself was; he was well spoken and somewhat formal in spite of the intimate act he had just committed. Matthew now had a good look at his rapist companion and said: “Matthew Makepeace: delighted to make your acquaintance, albeit in a rather unexpected manner. But I have to say, Jonathan, that you really do know how to give a guy a good time. I’ve taken plenty of cock in my time, but never have I had an experience such as you have just given me. You were fucking marvellous and raped or not, I enjoyed every minute of what you did to me.” 

Matthew now noticed that Jonathan had a cock as big as his own and that it was still hard. Jonathan also had a very desirable muscular physique,  By this time, Matthew himself was totally aroused and raring to go; and so he walked abound Jonathan, the water still running, grabbed  him by the hips as he had just been grabbed himself and thrust his own cock into Jonathan’s anus.  Jonathan laughed and said: “OK Matthew; go ahead; take our revenge; you deserve a return bout after the surprise I just sprang on you.”  

So Matthew did exactly that: he went ahead and gave Jonathan a truly professional, hard fuck.  When it was over, Jonathan said:  “Well Matthew, you fuck like a real pro, which I guess you are.  Listen stud; that has to be one of the most original introductions ever. Come on let’s get dressed and go and have something to eat. Great sex always makes me ravenous; how about you. My treat, by the way: I know a good little place quite near here, so let’s go,”

And so, in this totally unorthodox and unexpected way began the next phase in Matthew’s life.  Matthew of course accepted Jonathan’s invitation; and in so doing had the first visual intimation that he was with someone who moved in a totally different social circle to himself. He had already realised from the moment that Jonathan had opened his mouth, that here was a man who came from a superior background to that from which he himself hailed. This was now confirmed as Jonathan ushered him into his car, a Porsche no less, and drove off to that “good little place quite near here.” which turned out to be some three or four miles away! Matthew immediately began to feel uneasy, for he felt that he was out of his depth: out of the sphere of life as he understood and lived it. 

But he had nothing to fear, for Jonathan, apart from being a kindly rapist, was an utter gentleman.  Luckily Matthew was a natty dresser and when they arrived at the restaurant he did not look at all out of place, for it was definitely up market.  Matthew had never been in such a place in his life, but Jonathan made him feel quite at ease and did not embarrass his guest as he quickly realised he really liked that the young stud whom he had just fucked and by whom he had then himself been fucked. It was as simple as that: Jonathan liked Matthew; and he also liked fucking him.

Jonathan asked Matthew what he would like from the menu; Matthew, who ahd never been in such a luxurious place, said that he would take the same as his host. Then Jonathan said: “Listen Matthew, to celebrate our first mutual fuck let’s have some champagne.”  Now Matthew had never actually drunk any form of wine in his life; his knowledge of alcoholic beverages started with and ended at beer; and even that he drank sparingly; and now here he was being offered champagne.  But in spite of his lowly beginnings, Matthew was both well spoken and well mannered and he gracefully acquitted himself in what could have been an embarrassing situation.

“What do you do for a living, Jonathan asked Matthew; and by the way, how old are you?” Matthew told him that he was a bricklayer by trade, working for George Burgess and Sons, with whom he had been since leaving school at fifteen and that he was twenty-one going on twenty-two.  Jonathan digested these facts without comment and said: “Well Matthew, we couldn’t more different, as I am now just twenty five and I am a commodities trader in a small merchant bank.   I went to a minor public school, where I can tell you I had my naked arse beaten and fucked by my classmates on many occasions; on leaving aged eighteen, I then joined the bank as a trainee. It turned out that I had a flare for the business and I soon became one of the top securities traders and as you can see it pays well.  I guess I’m what you would call a whiz-kid; so don’t you think that we two young, gay studs with such different backgrounds are lucky to have found each other? I know I do”

“Matthew, do you believe in fate? I think I am beginning to do. Why were we alone at the gym tonight? If you can believe it it was only my second visit to that place and you were alone.  I think that it was fate which brought us together tonight.  Listen stud; let’s go back to my place and try to get to know one another a bit better and perhaps we could pick up again where we left off at the gym. What do you say?”

Matthew did not really know what to say: he was totally overwhelmed by what had happened that evening. He liked Jonathan and they had obviously pushed each other’s buttons to a certain degree; but to be asked back to his place when they had such different backgrounds he found difficult to believe that it was actually happening.  But as Jonathan pressed his request and was obviously serious, Matthew thought to himself: “Well in for a penny in for a pound; what have I to lose? And and tomorrow is Saturday anyway; so I don’t have to work; so what the hell; why not?  Jonathan is clearly keen to have another fuck and I wouldn’t say no myself.” 

So off the two of them went back to Jonathan’s flat.  He lived in the top floor penthouse of a newish block in the city centre. It had a spacious living room and several other rooms, a huge roof terrace and a magnificent view over the city centre. They had parked in an underground garage and taken a lift which went directly to Jonathan’s apartment, accessible only by a special key.   Matthew had never seen such a place: it was a young man’s dream, furnished with expensive modern furniture and with huge windows looking out onto the city centre.

“Welcome to my humble home.” said Jonathan, laughing. “Come on, Matthew, let’s make ourselves comfortable. Come on stud: strip off and let me feast my eyes on you properly. It’s OK; we are not overlooked at all, so we can frolic around starkers to our hearts’ content.” And by way of encouraging Matthew to follow suite he started pulling off his own clothes.  The two young medn now took a close look at each other; sizing each other up so to speak.  They were a well matched pair; about the same height; the same muscular build and, most importantly, with a well matched pair of cocks.  Both young men were exceptionally well endowed in the man-meat department.  Both of them sported perfectly balanced rubbery cocks some seven or eight inches long, soft as they now were, Jonathan looked somewhat more impressive as his penis had been circumcised, and it had a magnificent head, set off by that all important rim. Matthew was uncut, but still nevertheless impressive and his foreskin moulded itself to his cock head finishing just short of the end, leaving the tip of his glans peeping temptingly through. Jonathan, like Matthew, clearly patronised a gay barber for he had no pubic hair to detract from the magnificence of his sexual endowment.

“Jesus Matthew, you are one hell of a stud. Just look at you; such muscle and what a cock; you, my friend are just too luscious for words; you must see why I just had to take you in the shower back at the gym tonight; I simply could not stop myself.; you are just too fucking sexy for words.  And I love your pierce nipples by the way; they really do suit you.”

Matthew looked on at his partner, whom he thought just as dishy as himself and a very fuckable proposition. As he listened to this eulogy, he observed that his cock was getting steadily harder and bigger as he was talking.  Jonathan then said: “Matthew have you ever fucked anyone “al fresco?” Look it’s a nice warm night why don’t we get together on the terrace. It’s totally private and I have a couch out there. Come on Matthew, I can’t stand the tension any longer; you just have to let me fuck you again right now.”

Matthew smiled and allowed Jonathan to lead him by the hand out onto the terrace where together they copulated on the leather couch. Jonathan performed with great vigour and sprayed Matthew with another dose of his cum. When he had finished he allowed Matthew to put him on his back, pull his legs over his shoulders and take him again in the mission position.  Matthew was no slouch when it came to sex and gave Jonathan’s arse a monumental fuck. Later on, Jonathan took Matthew to his bedroom where the two young men spent the rest of the night together, fucking and dosing until they finally fell asleep.

And that was the beginning of a long hot summer, where the two young men spent lots of time together. Matthew took Jonathan around to show him where he lived, which in no way diminished Jonathan’s obvious crush on Matthew, His demands were frequent and insatiable; but in Matthew he had found a willing partner as Matthew enjoyed their sexual couplings every bit as much as Jonathan did.  Matthew still kept in contact with several of his other gay friends both at the club and the gym and all in all led a very happy and fulfilling sex life. Jonathan and he enjoyed several group sex sessions with some of Matthew’s other friends. Curiously, Jonathan seemed to have been a loner until he met Matthew for he did not seem to have any gay friends whom he saw on a regular basis.

Matthew introduced Jonathan to his closest friend, Brian. He had told Jonathan how Brian had been his first sexual partner and how much he owed to him for getting him started on what was clearly the way he was destined to live his life.  The fact that Matthew and Jonathan came from such different backgrounds and had such different jobs did not in any way interfere with their friendship and as time passed the two young men became ever closer together. 

Jonathan was an absolute gentleman. He had been raised as such by his parents and education and it was not a veneer. Jonathan himself was acutely aware of the difference in wealth which separated him from his friend and he was very careful not to flaunt his wealth in front of  Matthew; if Matthew insisted, he always allowed him to pay his share of whatever they were engaged in, as he did not want to make Matthew feel like a leech or a sponger or; God forbid, that he, Jonathan, was buying him: Jonathan had developed very serious feelings for Matthew and he did not want to allow their relationship to be wrecked because of a disparity in their wealth..

It was towards Christmas that Jonathan suggested to Matthew that they go away for the holidays to a warmer place. They has now been seeing each other for about four months but had never actually gone away or lived together. “Listen Matthew, I’ve heard about a gay holiday resort on one of the Caribbean Islands. It’s a place where one can go around totally naked if one wishes and is really designed to attract guys like you and me: studs with good muscles and big dikcs. It sounds like a great place to have sex and to drool over some other muscular studs. If you can believe it, when you book, you have to declare your cock size as they do not accept bookings from guys with tiny tools as they reckon that guys with tiny fuck-sticks might look out of place.  So, how about it? Are you up for it.?”

“It sounds terrific, Jonathan, but I’m afraid I’m not up to it financially. Such things are way beyond my means.”

“Oh fuck that; listen stud, I’ll give it you as my Christmas present, so it won’t cost you a penny.”

“Jonathan, that’s very generous of you, but honestly, I can’t accept such generosity, as there is no way I can pay you back.  Jonathan, you must understand by now that you and I are not in the same league. Look, I can’t even afford to run a car, let alone fly off to the other side of the world on holiday; and anyway, I’d have to take time off work and I don’t know that Mr George would like that.”  The fact of the matter was that our Matthew had never actually left England and what holidays he had had in the past, had been spent on the English coast, with one of his friends at a gay guest house. Matthew had always been prudent and had never allowed himself to get into debt. Matthew Makepeace was one hundred percent his own man!

“Look Matthew, I really want you to come with me, so won’t you let me just this once give you a present?”  Jonathan went on and on trying to persuade Matthew; he never let the matter drop until he finally wore Matthew down and he said yes; subject to his his getting an agreement to time off from work  from Mr. George.  In the event that was not so difficult, for the firm had decided to close between December 24th and January 2nd so that the Christmas week was free. Jonathan was jubilant and booked the trip which was a total package, travel included. And so it was settled; they were going to the Caribbean for Christmas. “What are we supposed to take to wear,” asked Matthew, “I don’t really have any holiday clothes.”

“Listen stud; use your noddle!  This place is a tropical, gay, seaside, holiday resort.  Frankly I don’t think we shall need many clothes, but if we do, we’ll get some there, once we see what’s needed; do stop worrying, Matthew; just pack a few cock thongs and you’ll be fine This is going to be great; luxury suite for us: double king-size bedroom and separate sitting-room; so, if we don’t like the company when we get there, we’ll have our own snuggery and fuck each other until we drop.”

Another factor had been weighing somewhat on Matthew’s mind: Brian. What would he think and now would he feel about his going off on holiday with Jonathan?  Brian was still playing both ends against the middle and he and Matthew still had sex regularly together even though Brian was still  fucking his long term girl friend, Christine.  But Matthew still felt he had a long term debt of gratitude to Brian, as his mentor in matters sexual. Things resolved themselves however in early December, when Brian announced that his long running dalliance with Christine was now to be formalised and that they would finally marry in mid-January.

“Matthew, I’d be really honoured if you would be my best man,” said Brian.

Matthew felt highly honoured to be asked but slightly queasy when he thought of Christine, whom he had met on a number of occasions.

“It’s OK Matthew.” said Brian. “Christine knows all about you and me. You don’t think I have managed to keep that quiet for three years do you?  She’s a great girl and takes me and loves me for what I am: a bisexual. So, with any luck, you and I can still have the odd fuck from time to time once I get hitched.  I have promise her that I will not play the field anymore but she accepts that I will probably need to have sex with another man from time to time; and that man il be you Matthew.. Lots of married men do the same, as you surely know. So, where’s the problem? We’ve been together now for nearly four years and we are both going into it with our eyes open. She’s dead faithful to me, by the way, which is nice. But what the fuck, if she had it off occasionally with another man, I guess would just have to accept it.”

Matthew had a hard time coming to terms with this relaxed attitude; he thought that they were tempting fate and that the whole thing would end in tears.  But, now that Brian had decided to marry, it lifted a load from his mind and somehow set him free to pursue his ever deepening relationship with Jonathan.

CHAPTER 6

The fatidic day arrived and Matthew and Jonathan flew off together to the Caribbean gay sex paradise.  The place was quite luxurious and had indoor and outdoor freshwater pools and a netted off area direct in the sea for those who wished to bathe in salt water. Their suite was everything the brochure had promised and for the first time Matthew and Jonathan slept together every night in the gigantic king-size bed.

There was a well equipped gymnasium, which both studs used every day. It was a unique experience for both of them as there were no rules about clothing and the guests could exercise naked if they wished.  Matthew and Jonathan each wore a cock thong for their first visit, but these were quickly discarded when they saw that most other guys were naked.  Matthew realised that Jonathan and he, were among the best looking physical specimens at the resort; and most importantly; there was no one with such magnificently perfect man-meat as they had.  And once everyone had relaxed a little and got to know one another, there was a great deal of cross-fucking which went on as newly-made holiday friends explored each other’s bodies.  The resort was very much a no holds barred place and it was not uncommon to see two guys copulating in the public spaces. Sexual freedom was complete and total.

There was a disco every might and guys danced and fucked each other as they wished. It truly was a relaxed and invigorating holiday: one where there were no inhibitions. Matthew had one hell of a time as it was the first time he had ever experienced such a totally gay and relaxed environment.  On New Year’s Eve, the day before they left, there was a grand party with special guest  appearances on the stage of professional  overdeveloped body and cock builders who gave a cum shooting show on stage to the delight of all l the onlookers.  The place truly was a gay sex paradise.

Matthew and Jonathan, sharing the same bed for a week, became ever closer until that night, after a tight embrace, Jonathan said to Matthew. “Matthew, you do know that I love you don’t you? How do you feel about me?  Do you feel the same, because if you do, then I want to suggest that we start living together on a permanent basis when we get back?  I have never had such a good time or felt as happy and contented with life as I have since I met you and sort of raped you that night at the gym. That was a watershed for me. I found you that night and believe me when I say that I don’t really want to let you go.  So, how about it? Do you think that we two can become an item as the saying as it today?”

Matthew, in fact, felt exactly the same about Jonathan. The two young men had clicked. They had found each other and seemed to have the necessary chemistry between them to make it work.

Matthew said: “Jonathan there is nothing I would like more than for us to live together. But will it work? Look at you and what you do and our whole upbringing and then and then look at me and what I do. You’re a wealthy guy with a desk job in a bank, and I am just a working class bricklayer: nothing more.  Financially and socially you and I are worlds apart. I would not be here in this place tonight if you had not bullied me into it; but thank goodness you did, as I have truly had an absolute ball of a time. But just look at the future; you go off in your Porsche to your private parking space at the Bank and I go off to the builder’s yard and get trucked to the job in hand.  Can it work?”

“Oh, fuck you, Matthew I’m not proposing living with a bricklayer. I’m proposing living with you, Matthew Makepeace, around whom my entire life outside the bank now revolves. Don’t you see that Matthew.  It matters not one iota to me whether you are a pauper or a millionaire. The simple fact of the matter is that I am totally in love with you. Now, how do you feel about me? Am I just a pleasant fuck: a passing acquaintance: or is there something more?”

“Jonathan, how can you possibly think that the only thing which we have in common is sex? Yes, I have come to love you over the past few months and frankly, sleeping here in the same bed with you, even when we have not been fucking each other, has just been the happiest week in my life.  Jonathan, I absolutely adore you; surely you must know that.”

“Well then,” said Jonathan, “So that’s settled; when we get back, you move out of your place at Burgess’s and move in with me.”

“Yes it’s all very well your saying that,” said Matthew. “But I have to get to work every day. How am I going to do that when I don’t have a car? In fact, I can’t even drive.”

“Listen Matthew, we’ll work something out. He who hesitates is lost; strike whilst the iron is hot and so on; the matter is settled; you move in with me: end of story! Don’t make difficulties. Any problems are minor; and anyway, bridges are made to be crossed; so stop being a pessimist; time will solve everything.  Now young man, as that is now settled, get on your back, because I am going to give you the greatest fuck of your of your life to date to celebrate our decision; look upon it as our engagement party. By the time I’m done with you, young man, you’ll be nailed to the bed tonight; you ain’t seen nothing yet.” Jonathan concluded laughing.

And of course, as you might well imagine two young men spent the entire last night of their Caribbean holiday in the delightful act of copulation; an act that however often repeated never fails to give pleasure. It was for them an act of commitment; an act which somehow tied them together. The two young men were both equally in love and it showed.

CHAPTER 7

Once back home the first thing Matthew did was to tell Mr. George that he would be giving up the flat above the old stables which he had occupied for three years.  George Burgess said: “Well lad, you must do as best suits you; but you are not thinking of leaving us are you?”  So Matthew told Mr George the whole story of his, let’s call it, romance, with Jonathan and how he was moving in to live with his lover, but that otherwise nothing would, change; he no intention of leaving Burgess and Sons as he was happy in his job. “Well I am truly relieved to hear that.” said Mr George. “You are the very last person I would want to see leave us.”

“Now lad, I have a surprise for you, this New Year; I want you to take over the running of the masonry side of the business; you already have the other two bricklayers under you, but I want you gradually to pull back from bricklaying yourself and take over managing the sites.  It’s what today is called a Project Manager; but it’s what my generation would call the Clerk of Works.  Anyway lad, what I want you to do is to train two new bricklayers, who can work alongside you to begin with. You can spend half your time as a teacher and half as Project Manager and I will help you learn the ropes until you can take over fully.”

“It’s a big responsibility for a young lad like you; At any one time we usually have between six and ten sites on the go, so you have to have your wits about you. Work on the principle that  if things could go wrong, chances are that they will, So your job is to see where there are potential problems and stop them developing.  But I have no qualms myself, as I know you can do it. Now, as Project Manager, you will get a 50% wage rise.”

Matthew was over the moon. He could not believe his good luck. Mr George asked him when he wanted to move out and Matthew told him almost immediately.  “If let me know, lad, when it’s all going to happen and  I’ll get one of the drivers to move your stuff over to wherever it is you are going.”

“Mr George, I really don’t need my furniture because Jonathan, my partner, has a fully furnished place; so I think it best if I just clear my place here and dump all the stuff.”

“No, no; don’t do that, lad; just leave the place as it is. Take what you need for your new place and just leave the rest there; let it stay where it is. If it doesn’t work out between you and your partner, which I sincerely hope doesn’t happen, you can always come back here. That place had not been used for fifty years until I let you have it; and now that you are going, it will probably never be used again.” 

“Now, there is just one other thing we need to settle. You don’t know how to drive, do you? Well as Project Manager you’ll need to be able to drive as you will have a company vehicle to get around the sites. So in the next six months or so whilst you are switching over your job, the firm will pay for you to take driving lessons. What we will do in the switch over period is that you will go with me part of the time as I go around the sites myself. Then by the end of the summer you should be able to take over completely as you stop bricklaying yourself and I can put my feet up.” Mr. George concluded with a laugh. “Oh and Matthew; I am so glad that you seem to have found a soul mate in life. I hope it all works out for the two of you. It’s my view that no man should not live alone; he needs some permanent company. And in your case if it’s with another man and that’s what you both want: well, good luck to the two of you.”

Matthew could hardly wait to tell Jonathan his good news and it was finally settled that he would move in with Jonathan at the end of the end of the week. “I shall not be bringing much beyond my clothes, Jonathan.” he said. “The other stuff in my flat is all that and anyway, fully kitted out as you are, we don’t need it.”

“Now let me tell you my good news.” said Jonathan. “Since getting back, I have been looking at the bus routes and there is no problem at all in getting from my place to George Burgess’s yard: we are on a direct route.  So, you see, as I told you, things do have a way of arranging themselves.”

And so at the end of the week, Jonathan picked up Matthew and his luggage at his flat and took him back to his place in the city centre.  That evening, Jonathan insisted that they go out to a slap up dinner together down town to celebrate. When they came back, Matthew’s first night of what was to be permanent cohabitation with Jonathan, the two young men indulge in a nonstop sex orgy where they more or less fucked each other to a standstill.

And that was the last occasion when they used condoms when copulating with one another, for as Jonathan said, sex was so much better bare skin and as they were both clean, why not?  But he insisted that whoever was playing the receiving role wear a rubber just to catch the copious amount of sperm which they both seemed to emit every time they made love. “It’s just to keep the bed clean: I don’t much care for rolling around in a load of my own or anyone else’s cum for that matter.” he said.  And so that is what they did.

But the abandoning of condoms in the interests of greater pleasure turned out to have a drawback for Matthew. You will remember that earlier we learned that Matthew had an uncut cock and that his foreskin was very tightly stretched over the head, which it did not totally cover, leaving the tip of his glans sticking through. Well, as time passed, Matthew’s erections grew ever bigger as his cock finally arrived at maturity, and the over-tight foreskin started to bother him now that he and Jonathan were having bare-back sex.  Firstly it was tight; but worse, when he fucked his partner, which he did very regularly, the foreskin had a nasty habit of rolling back on itself as he penetrated Jonathan’s tight anus, with the result that by the time he started fucking proper, his rhythmic pounding forced the skin into a tight roll, somewhat like an rolled up condom, which settled itself as an uncomfortable ridge-like collar directly beneath the rim defining his cock head. It was almost as if he were wearing a metal ring located just below the rim and it made fucking painful. And as time passed and Matthew’s vital organ grew to it maximum size, it became ever more painful to have sex without using a condom.

Matthew had become aware of this more and more since the time he and Jonathan had started bare-back sex together. Wearing a condom as he had hitherto done, prevented the offending foreskin from rolling back on itself, but Matthew had found that he liked bare-back sex much better. The two young men were now truly and item and had no secrets from each other and so Matthew had no problem at all in telling Jonathan frankly, and with no embarrassment at all, about his problem.  “You know Jonathan I much prefer to fuck you naked: bare-back as it is called; but it is getting steadily worse; sometimes it’s so uncomfortable that I don’t feel like going on at all.   So what do we do?  I could always go back to so called safe sex with a condom, but I much prefer it skin to skin. So, what’s the solution?”

Jonathan laughed: “The solution, my friend, you see every time we get together: it’s staring you in the face, especially when you decide to suck me off.  Just look at my dick: it’s been cut. In brief I don’t have any foreskin any longer. So buddy, just get yourself cut and the problem will be solved.”

“But hang on a minute, Jonathan; I always thought that cock cutting was done shortly after birth; are you telling me that fully grown studs like us can still have it done?”

“Bingo! You’ve got it.  Look at me. I had much more of that floppy foreskin than you have; mine totally enveloped my entire cock-head and then some. Like you, I had always been keen on developing my body and having a big cock; and then I saw in the mens’ magazines where professional bodybuilders pose naked, pretty well all of them he been cut: they were all circumcised. Didn’t you notice how many guys in that place where we spent Christmas had cut cocks? Three out of four I would have said; and they were all body conscious studs?  Anyway, to cut a long story short, when I was eighteen I decided that a guy looked much better when naked with a cut-cock, so I decided to take the plunge and had mine done, And I have never regretted going under the knife.  I reckon a guy with a good, straight cock, which finishes in a well rimmed head with no foreskin flapping around in the breeze anymore, looks great.”

“And if you don’t believe me, just take a look at my lower credentials and tell me what you think.  Yes my friend, your foreskin has got to go; it’s as simple as that Matthew. And, let me add, that by getting rid of a piece of unattractive flesh, you will at once kill two birds with one stone. You will look much more handsome when you are stripped for action with your big cock showing  what has to be a magnificently rimmed head; but more importantly you will have got rid of the irritation which is causing you discomfort when you are fucking me me bareback.   Kindly note, Matthew, that I did say: “When you fuck ME bare-back,” as I don’t want you to get the idea that you can go bare-back with any Tom, Dick  or  Harry with whom you might wish to have sex; there condoms remain obligatory.”

“Anyway, listen, Matthew, I had not realised that you had a problem with your foreskin; but your bringing it up has sort of pipped me at the post. Matthew, you are such a superb looking stud that I have wanted to tell you for quite a while that I would like you to take the final step towards perfection and get yourself circumcised.  So, there you have it; your lover is asking you to do something to please him but which by chance also seems to be a physical necessity for you too.  So, Matthew, how about it? Are you up to it?”

Matthew listened to all this with a feeling of apprehension, for he had never realised that adult men could be circumcised and the thought of letting a surgeon loose on his own cock was frightening: very frightening indeed; he shivered internally at the thought.  “So you mean to tell me that you were not cut shortly after birth as the Jews apparently do systematically, but decided to have it done yourself aged eighteen.”

“That’s dead right, Matthew. I did it entirely off my own bat and my parents don’t even know that I have had it done; I never told them. And I can tell you I have never regretted it. Look, I have a casual friend who is a surgeon; when I say a friend it’s a bit loose because his guy is also gay and I had sex with few times before I met you. Anyway, if you agree and sort of get your tool, how shall I put it? – made to measure – to please me, I’m sure he would do it.  It’s what is known as elective surgery. In other words if you want it doing in any reasonable time frame, you have to shell out for it. But don’t worry about that. I’m just so keen to see you get rid of that useless appendage, that I’ll foot the bill. Have it done to please me. You’ll just look so very much better once it’s done and sex will be so much better.  So, once again, Matthew; are you on?”

“Look, my friend is top plastic surgeon in the main city hospital but he has a consulting practice outside and it’s such a minor operation that my guess is you won’t even have to go into hospital for it; he’ll do it, as he did me: in his surgery.  And listen; don’t get the idea that it will hurt; it’s all done under a local anaesthetic and the whole think only takes a few minutes.  One quick cut with the knife and it’s all over. Of course, you will be a bit sore for a week or so and you will have to forgo the pleasure of fucking my arse for that period. I appreciate that you will doubtless feel deprived of what you see as your right; but, alas, that you will have to endure. But don’t despair; I’ll look, after your sex life for you. Your backside will be the focus of all my attention whilst you are recovering.  So, once again, Matthew; are you on?” Jonathan ended his monologue with a laugh.

“My god, Jonathan, you are real glib and persuasive talker, So, OK, as you push me to it; I’ll have it done. How do we go about it?”

“Just leave it to me: I’ll get my friend to do it one Saturday and then you’ll have the Sunday to rest before going back to work. And I shall not throw you to the dogs alone; I’ll come and hold your hand while he does it. But listen Matthew; joking apart, you really have made the right decision. Sex will just be so much better for you and for me, with your made to measure cock.”

CHAPTER 8

Matthew was really dithery when the appointed day with the surgeon arrived.  He quite felt like chickening out of the whole deal, but Jonathan put on what might be called his “tower of strength” mode and packed Matthew into his Porsche and off they went to what Matthew had come to think of as “the cutting room.”  The surgeon did not look much older than either of them. Matthew told him that he wanted Jonathan to stay there whilst the deed was being done, to which the surgeon, whom Matthew only knew as Paul, agreed.

Paul had Matthew strip off completely and lie on an operating table in his surgery and started to examine Matthew’s cock.  “Oh yes, I can see why you need to get rid of that foreskin. It is much too tight and if you leave it you will have problems with your sex life for evermore; Jonathan is quite right in that it has got to go, And let me tell you Matthew, that with the physique and cock you have, you will also look much better with a cut cock whenever you strip off. And speaking as a guy with a cut dick myself, I can tell you that gay sex is much better. The foreskin really does get in the way as a gay sex is a much tighter business than male-female sex.  So shall we go ahead then?  And there is just another thing which no one has mentioned. In my view your balls are a bit low hanging; you might find it better if your scrotum were tightened up so that it held your nuts tighter beneath your cock.  It will look a lot better aesthetically; and from the practical point of view, when you fuck your partner, your balls won’t be flapping around loosely.  Look here is a photo of a guy which shows you exactly what I mean. So shall we begin; I’ll circumcise you and take a piece out of your scrotum so that your balls are held higher?”

The idea of raising his balls to fit snugly below his cock had never occurred to Matthew; like most of us, he had no idea that such a thing was possible; but he had long thought that his nuts were a bit low; and so he decided to go for what one might call the full enchilada.  “OK Paul,” he said, “But I don’t want to finish up with a cobbled together ball bag; how will it look when you have done?”

“Matthew you won’t see a thing as the skin will be removed from the rear; and anyway, I re-stitch things very carefully so that there is practically no scarring. Look again at the photo I just showed you. The guy, whose cock you see there, is a patient whose cock I circumcised and whose balls I raised; I think he looks terrific; don’t you?”

The naked Matthew now lay waiting on the operating table.  The surgeon first of all lathered up his crotch and removed what little pubic hair which had grown since Matthew’s last visit to his gay barber. He also had Matthew turn over so that he could clear all hair away from his arse area.  Then with Matthew flat on his back again, he liberally swabbed the whole of Matthew’s lower anatomy with an antiseptic fluid,  Then, ready to begin, he gave Matthew an injection which effectively anaesthetised both cock and balls, followed by a further injection to prevent him having an erection whilst he operated on his cock. “I don’t want to cut into a balloon full of blood,” explained Paul; “So I need your cock to remain soft throughout.”

Paul pushed a plastic tube over the head of Matthew’ cock, sliding it beneath the doomed foreskin and the cock head itself. He pushed the tube down until it would go no farther, thereby defining the limit of the foreskin, which he marked with a black medical marker pen.  This preparation done, he picked up the scalpel: Matthew cringed in fright as he saw the scalpel approach his cock. Paul started by making a cut down the length of the offending foreskin as far as the line he had drawn and then quickly cut away the unwanted flesh of the foreskin in one simple and quick move.  The whole operation was over in about one minute and a rectangular piece of foreskin was thrown into the waste dish. The cock-head was now fully exposed in all its glory, set off from the shaft by that well defined rim which had always been visible even when sheathed in the now departed skin.  Curiously, there was not too much blood and the surgeon quickly sewed together the two edges of the cut.  Paul was clearly an expert, as his cut had left no vestige of the offending foreskin still attached to the cock shaft itself. The cock already looked magnificent with its superb head now well defined and no longer hidden.  It was a very clean cut and Matthew realised just how much better he looked. Jonathan had been right to encourage him to the plunge and he was already thinking of how much more comfortable it would ne when he fucked his partner. And moreover, he had felt no pain at all.

But the operation was still incomplete. Paul had Matthew stand up and then made an incision in the back of his scrotum, removed a slice of flesh and sewed together the two ends. Immediately Matthew’s cock and ball combination took on a new aspect; gone were the pendulous balls and they now sat in their bag snugly beneath his cock which with its natural rubbery quality, draped itself in a graceful downwards curve over his balls.  Jonathan looked at his partner and said: “Matthew, you look absolutely terrific, even with your stitches showing; you really do have a peach of a fuck-stick; I can barely wait to see what it feels like.”

Paul now gave Matthew instructions on how to look after his wounds for the first week.  He gave him some pills to take to ward of any infection and provided him with a padded sheath which fitted over the cock itself, but left the tip open so that he could piss.  His scrotum was also enveloped in a padded bag-like bandage, which was attached by a loose cord around its neck. And so, Matthew, minus his foreskin and a bit of his scrotum, went back home with Jonathan.

Paul said: “I want you here again next Saturday, at the same time and I will remove the stitches. Now this week, just hold that beast inside you in check and don’t even think of having sex.  Your cock and scrotum need two weeks to heal, which they will. So, Matthew you’ll just have to be content and let Jonathan tend to the needs of your arse for the next two weeks; but strictly no cock work from you. And you Jonathan, if you cannot go without some anal therapy for a couple of weeks, then you’ll just have to find someone else to serve you. Matthew must not do it; so Jonathan, just don’t push him.  After that, Matthew, you will be free to resume your normal sex life, which I suspect might be gruelling, as you are a sexy looking pair. I don’t know you personally, Matthew, but I have had some experience with our friend Jonathan  and I know what he is capable of; he’s quite a stud as I guess are you.” And with that he ended with a laugh.

Matthew and Jonathan drove home. Jonathan said to Matthew: “You see, it was really not painful at all, was it? And Paul spotted that your balls were too low and corrected that as well.  I reckon you will look, absolutely stunning stripped naked once you are fully healed.  Anyway, why don’t we take it easy for this coming week and refrain from any kind of sex?”

“Do you think that you can go that long, Jonathan, without wanting to fuck my butt. Come on pal; you’ll last two days at most and then you’ll be wanting to fuck me as ever.”

But in fact, Jonathan was able to refrain from sex with his partner, not only for the first week, but also for the week following.  They went together to see Paul the following Saturday and the stitches came out. Paul declared he satisfied with the healing process and spent a long time admiring his handiwork.  And so, it was not until two weeks after Matthew had had his cock cut and balls raise that he and Jonathan again took up their usually sex schedule. To paraphrase a well known expression; in this case it was abstinence that made the heart grow fonder and when the two young men took up their sexual activity it was with vigour and application which defy description: it was as if gay male sex was going out of style.

“By the way, Jonathan, if I might ask; how much did that little business actually cost?”

“Well, Matthew, I’m really glad you brought that up because Paul has offered to do the job for free; but there is catch.  Paul is really taken with you; with both of us in fact. I told you that I had had sex with him a few times before we met; he’s a great guy and a really good fuck; and like us he’s as gay as a coot; but he does not have the cock length and girth we two have, which makes him weak on the return; I’ve fucked him a few times: It’s OK, but it is nothing to write home about.  Anyway, Paul told me whilst you were dressing that he is really impressed with you and he sees why we are an item as we are both very well endowed where it counts. He thinks that not many guys can hold a candle to you and me when it comes to cock. He’s also sure that you made the right decision in getting yourself cut; and now that it’s done, he really digs the way you now look. He thinks also, that he too has done a real good job and I think he would like to see you in action.”

“So where is all this going?”  Matthew asked.

“Well I’m coming to that; Paul is willing to do the job for no charge but he would like you to fuck him.  In fact, what the really would like is for the three of us to get together and have a sort of mini-fuckfest; my impression is that the poor guy is just not getting enough of it. But I think also he would like to sample your dick up his own arse as he feels that he had done a really good job on it.  So if you were to fuck him it would sort of confirm that you were satisfied with his work. So, Matthew, what do you think?  It’s nothing I ever envisaged; it came as a bolt out of the blue when he made this suggestion. But if you want, I’ll pay him as I said I would when I pushed you into this business.”

“Jonathan, why don’t we take him up on his suggestion and get together, the three of us; I have no objection at all. Look here Jonathan; we two are an item, but we still like to have sex with other guys from the gym and the social club. So it’s not as if we had shut ourselves off from the outside world when in fact we are still very much in it. It’s just that now we do things together rather than as individuals; so where’s the difference? Paul is just another guy. OK he’s a top surgeon and I suppose he should not have liaison with his patients; but I am no longer a patient, so where’s the problem? In fact I’m all for it;  I like a bit of variety; and I quite like Paul. So if he wants to sample my wares, so be it: I have no objection and will give his arse my very best attention with my made-to-measure  equipment; and if he wishes he can give me a return bout; I’d have no objection at all to that. So, Jonathan, let’s get on with it.”

Paul was delighted when he learned via Jonathan that they would all get together. The following Friday evening, the three young men met in Jonathan’s flat where he had laid on a buffet supper with champagne to celebrate the occasion.  “I thought we could celebrate the re-launching of Matthew with his made-to-measure cock back into the gay sex circuit.  Paul, what we suggest is that tonight we have bare back sex together as I think that we are all clean, but correct me if I am wrong.  And Paul, this you may find hard to believe, but we have had no sex between us since the operation which is now nearly three weeks ago. So you are being honoured as the first person to sample Matthew’s cock since the operation.”

The three young men then stripped off and Matthew saw Paul for that first time. It was true he did not measure up to his two companions for the evening; but he was not wimp either.  So Matthew pushed Paul over a chair lubed him up and gave him a welcome pump of three strokes of his ten inch cock,; he made sure that he gave Paul the benefit of the full length of his monumental piece of man-meat. This was followed by the same gesture from Jonathan and then the two guys asked Paul to do the same for them, which he did.  After that intimate introduction, Paul said: “Gee you guys, that was an amazing welcoming method. It truly gets the evening off to a great start.  And Matthew, I really loved the feel of your tool up my arse; my god, man, you are so very lucky to have such a magnificent fuck-stick at your disposal. I can’t wait until you truly give it to me: hard and long.”

By this time, all three guys had become totally relaxed with one another; so Matthew then fulfilled Paul’s most earnest wish and gave his hole a long, slow but forceful fuck with his remodelled cock.  He himself realised now just how much better anal sex was without that annoying bit of foreskin; and he appreciated what Paul had done for him in raising his balls; cock and balls now seemed united as one glorious implement and with it Matthew now fucked the living daylights out of Paul. When he finally reached orgasm he was delighted to see that his new partner exploded in a huge ejaculation of cream at the same time. Not only was penetration more easily accomplished, but the whole process of fucking, which involves a reciprocating motion of ever increasing length and force was infinitely more satisfactory.

Paul, who had gasped with delight as Matthew increased his strokes which he delivered with ever more forceful thrusts, finally swung himself round and literally hung himself around Matthew’s neck, his legs wrapped around his waist and presented  his anus to Matthew. “My god, Matthew that was one hell of a fuck you just gave me. Now, go on and take me again just as I am in this position.”  Matthew managed to thrust his cock into Paul’s anus yet again from the virtually vertical position into which he had just been manoeuvred and gave Paul a second dose of his cock. Paul’s second climax came fairly quickly and his sperm was just as prolific as the first time; he bathed the both of them in what seemed like an endless stream of creamy white fluid. “Matthew,” said Paul, “You really are one of the greatest cocks-men of all time. You have just given me my two finest fucks ever, for which I shall always be infinitely grateful to you.  I cannot recall any occasion which I have enjoyed quite so much,”

Jonathan had looked on in amazement at the vigorous way in which Matthew has serviced Paul’s obvious needs. When the two protagonists had regained their cool, as it were, Jonathan asked Paul if he would like to exercise his own meat on one of his companions.  “Listen Paul, what we could do; you could fuck me in the doggy position and then Matthew could fuck your hole again at the same time so that the three of us could have a sort of chain fuck” And that is exactly what they did, after which the rest of the evening was spent in free style copulation, where each stud fucked one or other of his companions at will.

It turned out to be a very relaxed and satisfying evening for all three young men: and Matthew saw when Paul fucked him, that although he had not got the same length as he himself had, he was, nonetheless, a very nifty cocks-man; Paul certainly knew out to make the most of his assets and had nothing at all to be ashamed of. He finally left the party just after midnight and said: “Guys, that was one of the best evenings of top quality, hard core sex I have had in a long time; you two guys are both amazing; thank you so very much.”

Left alone, Jonathan said to Matthew: “Well mate; that was not at all a bad evening.”

Matthew came up to his partner who was standing at the foot of the bed, with his back to it; he placed his hand flat on Jonathan’s chest and pushed him flat on his back, knelt before him, pulled his partner’s legs over his shoulders and prepared to shaft him yet again. “You reckon that was a good evening, do you Jonathan, well let me just tell you my friend, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Matthew Makepeace with his made to measure fuck-stick and balls, is going to treat you to just the longest and greatest fuck your hole has ever experienced. Believe me when I say that by the time I bring you to a climax, you are going to shoot enough cum to float a battleship; so brace yourself, Jonathan, for the fuck of a lifetime!”

And that is where we leave our two heroes: two magnificent specimens of young manhood, totally committed to each other, with Matthew just about to give his life-partner, Jonathan, hole some very special attention with his newly minted fuck-stick. The two guys had a relationship made in heaven

THE END

Author’s note:  I know I tend to write long pieces, but that is my style: like it or loath it. Don’t hold back with your comments as I write for my own pleasure and equally for your pleasure and amusement as readers.

As it is now, this story has been conceived as a “standalone” piece. However if it captures readers’ imaginations, I might try to write a sequel.

But you, the readers, are a fickle lot, at least judged by the erraticnumber of hits of my stories. Of course I have no idea whether a hit means that that person actually read the story or not.

My story “Gay Sex for Gregory” when first posted on a site I have long ago abandoned, had a total of  13,590 hits, of which there were an incredible 5,300 on the first day of posting. Encouraged by this reception, I went on to write a sequel: “Sex Agogo for Gregory”, which has achieved only 2036 hits since mid December 2015. Why? Ask me not. I think the second story is just as good as the first; but why so few readers? But how do readers decide what they are going to read? I personally have no idea waht the answer to this question is

My all time winner is the tale: “Sultan Tariq Omar’s Male Harem” which includes gay sex, corporal punishment and gruesome executions in ancient Arabia.  For some reason this story captured people’s imagination and I have had a total of about 35,000 readers to date. And it is this tale which is exceptionally, pure unadulterated  fantasy, as I usually try to write so that what I describe could just be true; but this Arabian piece is totally implausible; yet lots of people read it; Why; and what attracted them to it.. I will post it here on GayDemon sometime in the future, when I have had time to revise it.

So please don’t be shy. Tell me what you think, even if it is just to say it’s all a load of rubbish. I shall not be offended; and I will reply to every comment. You can address your remarks to

jason2land @gmail.com

and I promise I will reply to all of them.

J. Jason Land

The big problem facing us authors is to find a plausible story line.  So many pieces on this and many other sites really have no story at all, which I find a pity. I need a good story line on which to hang the gay sex action which is an all important component of this type of gay male tale. However, if a story is reduced to nothing more than detailed descriptions of the sex act, then I am afraid I find it boring. If that is what readers want, then I regret, but I have to be “included out” as the saying goes.  But, of course it may well be precisely that that many readers find interesting. Who knows?

J. Jason Land.

March 2 2018