Sebastian

SIMON AND SEBASTIAN

An Imaginary Homoerotic Story

by

Jason Land

This is the fifth of a series of short stories each of which can be read as a stand-alone piece. However as they tied together by some of the characters, who, in one way and another, figure in several of these tales, I recommend my readers to read them in the order in which they were written which is as follows:-

Sebastian’s Schooldays

Sebastian Embraces His Sexuality

Sebastian – The Male Escort

Sebastian Meets Simon

Simon and Sebastian

Simon and Sebastian Meet Chris

Simon and Sebastian in San Francisco

CHAPTER 1 

I had been back from my unexpectedly extended holiday visit to Taipei for about two weeks.  It was late one afternoon and I had just come from servicing one of my regular clients, who had been in a really grumpy mood, as he had, apparently made a big loss on some company stocks he had bought and he compounded that with the fact that I had been away much longer than I had said and that he had missed his regular service. And so he grumbled on as I fucked him, so much so that I felt like telling him to go to hell and find another cock to service him. Anyway, this guy was a good and regular cash payer so, remembering that discretion was the better part of valour, I held my tongue but left the session feeling totally dissatisfied in myself.

When I left my client, I felt really low myself, so much so that I felt the need to give my cock some more exercise with a more agreeable partner than the client I had just left. And so, feeling utterly frustrated, I went into a gay bar where I very occasionally go and where I knew from experience there were usually a few guys hanging around, looking for someone to shaft them. I was really feeling desperate for sex and it is very rare that I try to find a partner in a gay bar, which is simply not my scene.  So that gives you some idea of just how low and desperate I was feeling at that moment.

And so I walked into the bar, which was very quiet as it was very early evening and the usual crowd had not yet shown up; I suddenly  did a double take, for there standing at the bar was none other than Simon, that young stud whom I had met in Taipei at Yan Cheung’s NBA party. I could not believe my eyes; it could not be true; but it sure was. I had an instant release of adrenalin and my cock started to harden at the sight of this young guy, with whom I had spent just two glorious hours in Yan’s hotel suite.

Simon suddenly saw me and smiled in recognition. I smiled back at him and without saying a word to him, I walked toward the men’s room, went inside and waited for what I felt certain would happen, which it did; just seconds later Simon walked in, already unbuckling his belt.

We just looked at one another and said nothing. In fact nothing needed toot be said as we both instinctively  knew that we wanted to have sex with each other there and then. The men’s room was empty and we moved into a cubicle: the larger type designed for handicapped people. I simply could not wait and without a sound, I ripped down Simon’s  jeans and underwear and without asking him, sank my meat into his fuck-hole. It was a totally amazing impromptu fuck and I pumped him as if there was to be no tomorrow.

When it was over Simon whispered; “Me now” and I let him ream my arse in his own inimitable way; this guy was a really top, top fucker.

We left the bar and walked down the street together, both of us in a state of euphoria. How on earth had we found each other again as we had not even exchanged names in Taipei? I only knew him as Simon and I was not even sure that I had ever told him my name. All I knew is that here I was in my home town with a guy who had really sent me to heaven.

I should tell you that I never ever invite anyone back to my apartment. My clients do not know where I live and have only an unlisted mobile number to contact me. They know me only as Seb, short for Sebastian my real first name. But this was different. Here I was with the guy of my dreams, brought together by who knows what chance and I threw caution to the winds and asked him if he wanted to come home with me and relax so that we could begin to get to know one another better. Simon accepted with alacrity and I could see that he was as taken with me as I was with him.

I said to Simon that we did not even know each other’s names to which he responded and said, “Well my name is Simon David Watson and I am originally from a small farming community near Stockton, in the Central Valley of California.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. “Are you serious” I asked.

“Yes of course I am.” came the reply.

“Simon” I said, “This you will not believe, but my name is Sebastian David Watson”.

Not only did we apparently share the same surname, but our middle name was also the same. We were both SDW; what a totally amazing coincidence!

We stopped off at a take-away pizza place and went to my apartment. Simon was visibly impressed by the style and scale of my place, which I was easily able to afford as my escort activities were very profitable. And so we sat down, ate the pizza and started to tell each other about ourselves.

Simon, it transpired, was of Polish extraction and was a fourth generation American and like all of us, an immigrant. His great grandfather had emigrated from Poland at the end of the nineteenth century and found work in a steel mill in Cleveland. He was an astute character and quickly realised that Polaks, as they were called, were not highly regarded. Lumbered with one of those long Polish names involving an unpronounceable combination of szcz’s and prz’s he decided to anglicise his name and as his original Polish name began with the letters WA, he opted for Watson. So, as Simon laughingly added: “We were certainly not related.”

One of his sons, Simon’s grandfather, decided that factory work was not for him and moved west to California, where he worked as a farm labourer. By dint of hard work and saving he had been able to buy a small farm which had grown over the years to the ten acre truck-farm on which Simon had been born. Simon was the youngest son and had twin brothers, who were stocky and dark, whilst he was tall and fair. At ten he was already taller than his thirteen year old brothers. He said he wondered sometimes if they had the same father, for they had no physical traits in common.

By the time he was 14, Simon had already realised that he was basically gay and was constantly being ribbed by his brothers about the size of cock he was developing. He had no opportunity to indulge his sexual desires in the small community where he lived and at the age of 18 and still a virgin he simply left home and went to San Francisco, where he took a job as a bar tender in the gay area.

Since leaving home he had never been back there and no longer had any contact with his parents. What he had lacked by way of gay sex at home was available in abundance in San Francisco and within a few months he was a highly competent operator. And as he was a handsome, muscular young guy with a big cock  he had no difficulty in earning money on the side, as lots of men were happy to pay him to service them. But Simon realised that his was not at all what he wanted and by the time he was in his early twenties, with a nice little stash of cash, he decided to see the world and eventually landed up, practically broke, in Taipei, where we met each other.

I then told Simon about my own background which could not have been more different. I was the only son of a good Boston family. (Was there ever such a thing as a bad Boston family when one spoke of once antecedents? They surely could not all be good, could they?) I was left an orphan at the age of two when both my parents were killed in a car crash, and I gave him a quick potted history of how had come to New York and become a male escort.

Simon then told me that he had quit his NBA job at the MuscleCock before the end of the competition, as he had seen two of his colleagues taken to hospital from the release room, after two contestants with exceptionally large cocks had battered their way into them. The poor guys’ anal sphincters were in shreds and needed urgent surgical attention if they were ever to regain a normal anal function.

Simon said the thickest cock he had released was that of young guy called Brian Stoker, the only non-Asian contestant in his category and when he came into the release room he had gravitated towards Simon as the only non-Asian NBA there. Simon said Brian had a problem when it came to fucking butt as his cock was uncut and he had a huge knob, which when hard was tightly sheathed in his foreskin, When Brian forced his cock into the release NBA’s arse, his foreskin pulled back from the knob and rolled itself into an uncomfortable collar around the base of the knob, which made fucking really painful for him.

But Simon said that Brian was a really nice guy and he and Simon went out to eat together later on and then back to Brain’s room where they discussed his cock problems in detail. Brian knew that several commentators had told him to get his cock cut, but he had not really taken a decision; but Simon told him firmly that if he wanted to stay in the MuscleCock and similar naked bodybuilding circuits, he should bite the bullet and get it done.

Simon’s view was that all guys should be cut and rid of their foreskin, which he thought was a curse. Being from a catholic Polish background Simon had gone uncut until he moved to San Francisco, but after a couple of months there when he found he was fucking butt regularly, he took the plunge and had himself circumcised and said he had never regretted it; he simply felt so much cleaner.

Simon said he really admired Brian’s triple cock ring, which he said he wore all the time except when competing. He thought it pulled Brian’s cock and balls together and made them into a highly attractive package and saw no good reason why competitors were not allowed to wear such cock jewellery on stage. But rules were rules and all competitors were expected to appear on stage totally naked wearing no body jewellery, other than  finger rings.

I myself remembered Brian Stoker from an earlier MuscleCock blog, when the triple cock ring he was wearing caused a real stir among fans and produced a huge number of comments on the pros and cons of such cock adornment. It went unsaid, but I guess that Simon and Brian had sex together as it was clear that they had found one another empathetic.

It transpired that Simon had arrived in New York, directly from Taipei, just a couple of days before we met and had installed himself in a crummy apartment hotel, until he got on his feet. As we were clearly attracted to one another – let’s face it, we could not keep our hands of one another – I threw caution to the winds and suggested to Simon that he move in with me, which he did after some protest that he had no cash to pay for his share of the rent. So Simon simply moved from his hotel with what possessions he had and came to live with me.  He naively asked me if he should take the second bedroom but I told him I wanted to share a bed with him, to which he agreed with alacrity. And from that day on, he and I shared a bed and became true lovers. Simon and I had become almost from the first moment “an item”.

Sharing a bed with Simon was the first time in my life that I had ever slept with another man, with the single exception of sharing Yan Cheung’s bed in Taipei, which he had insisted upon and to which request I had acquiesced, as he was paying me for my services.  But between Simon and me, it was totally different. We both had realised that we were destined for each other and for the first time in my life, I truly made love to my partner and he to me; our coupling was a true act of love between us, not just a simple fuck; and the difference was quite unbelievable. We both experienced the most intense and exquisite orgasms, greater than anything which had gone before and the amazing thing was that whether Simon fucked me or I him, we both managed to climax simultaneously, so that we both enjoyed the same wonderful feeling together.  Simon was the first man I ever kissed and I loved to touch his body and he mine. Our life together rapidly became the most blissful time of my entire existence and I think that Simon felt the same.

So, as a result of my visit to Taipei, I had found the soul mate I had been looking for unsuccessfully for so long.  The extraordinary thing was, looking back on how Simon and I came together in Taipei, was that we had both realised within minutes of our first meeting that we were destined for each other.  I thanked my good luck that chance had brought us back together after we had foolishly parted, ostensibly forever. The fact the he was penniless and I was comfortably off, played no role at all in our union, which sex apart, was also spiritual; we both knew that it was right for us. In a word we had fallen totally and utterly in love with each other.

CHAPTER 2

Now Simon is a smart dresser, a guy who follows fashion and looking at him in the cold light of day, now that we were living together, it was clear that he was not afraid to vaunt his assets, which were considerable. He wore a pair of tight fitting jeans which emphasised a perfect bubble butt which said: come hither. But the riveting feature of these pants was the way in which they drew emphasis to the crotch giving prominence to what was clearly an exceptional package.

The day he moved into my apartment, it was only ten in the morning, but we obviously both wanted to fuck, so we dropped any semblance of formality and simply stripped naked for action.  Simon had a muscular physique, but this was the first time I had really taken time to observe him at close range.  I had already realised what a beautiful young stud Simon was, but now that we were together, I simply gazed and gazed at him; my eyes were simply glued on him. I am not bad looking myself, but I think Simon was better. We stood for a while looking each other over, with not the slightest embarrassment, as if it was something we had been doing for years. We both had large cocks, but Simon’s was particularly attractive because it jutted out horizontally from his pelvis and then made a graceful curve downwards, whereas mine simply hung downwards between my legs.

His appearance was also enhanced by the fact the he had removed, as had I myself, all his body hair, so that his cock and balls were not shrouded in a lot of unattractive pubic fuzz. I guess that this had been a requirement of his work as an NBA at the MuscleCock contest in Taipei. I, myself, had taken to keeping my crotch area clear of hair, as I thought that my clients appreciated the clean look which it presented; and with no false modesty, I had plenty to present. And then I saw that Simon was wearing a triple cock ring, which certainly pulled his cock and balls into one harmonious whole.

He had already told me previously about his empathetic meeting at the MuscleCock with Brian Stoker, the only non-Asian competitor in his junior category, who had been suffering from post-contest blues and had welcomed Simon’s attention. Simon, had enthused about the triple cock ring which had become Brain’s trade mark. And, as I guessed earlier, Simon told me that he and Brian had had recreational sex together, as a result of which, as a gesture of thanks, Brian had given Simon a second triple ring which he happened to have with him. Brian had even helped Simon put on the ring, showing him how to pull his cock through the upper ring and push his balls one by one through the lower segment. Simon said that he had found the ring so comfortable that he had never since taken it off.

Now, I had never been much into cock jewellery, myself, but I have to say that I could understand why Simon had kept the ring on; it really made a superb unique combination of his cock and balls, which now took on the appearance of one magnificent piece of kit. In front of me stood a gorgeous young stud, looking like my idea of a Grecian god, with a cock to die for. I dropped to my knees and took the magnificent knob of his cannon into my mouth. He started to harden immediately and within seconds was giving me a gentle but insistently rhythmic face fuck, which ended in an explosive cum shot, all of which I took in my mouth. I was in absolute heaven!  I stood up, grabbed Simon by the shoulders, forced him with his back down against the kitchen table, pulled his legs over my shoulders and with one quick smooth stroke thrust my own shaft into his anus.

Gone was any thought of lubrication and rubbers; I simply wanted to fuck him as hard as I could. He moaned with pleasure and pain as I pumped him hard and when I came and filled his hole with my cum; it just was for me the greatest orgasm I had ever had – better than my nights with Yan Cheung – and it was at that moment that I realised that Simon was the guy for me and that I could not let him go; I just knew we had to stay together; we were just meant to be.

Simon then grabbed me and forced me face down on to the table and proceeded to give my butt the greatest hammering I had ever had. When he finally came and filled me with his creamy cum, I simultaneously had a massive orgasm myself and sprayed another load of cum over the table. What a morning it was; it may not have been a MuscleCock heat, but believe me, it came pretty close. We sat around for a while, took a joint shower where we each washed the others cock and balls, dressed and went out to grab some lunch; after which I had to go off and service one of my clients, a job which was a total anticlimax after our morning’s activities!

CHAPTER 3

That evening, was  was really the first occasion when Simon and I were able to sit and talk, without wanting to rip each other’s clothes off and fuck each other. I learned that Simon had given up his place in San Francisco a year ago when he started on his world trip but that he had packed his entire extensive wardrobe into two large boxes which he had put in store awaiting his return. So, as we were now living together, I told him to get his stuff shipped to my place so that he at least had a number of changes of clothes. Everything arrived within five days; five blissful days which Simon and I spent together, largely naked, fucking and sucking each other. I guess it was as near as two guys can get to experiencing what a newly married couple experience on their honeymoon. The only time we were apart was when I had to go and service my regular clients, otherwise we were inseparable. By the end of the first week, we were both totally hooked on each other; and as I said earlier, we shared a bed and had become true lovers.

Simon and I had a very special relationship, right from the start, for there was no feeling that one of us was the husband and the other the wife, as is so often the case with gay couples; there was no top and bottom relationship between us. We were both virile young studs, who took great pleasure in having sex with each other on an equal basis and in this respects I think we were fairly unique. Neither of us affected any feminine traits whatsoever. We both looked and acted as what we in fact were; a couple of well set up, virile, young men who took great pleasure in fucking each other. But as we both rapidly realised we were the mutual love of our lives; we simply had found each other by accident, but it was a union made in heaven; we were sublimely happy together from the very first day.

Looking back on things, as I said earlier, I guess I knew from the moment I first met Simon at Yan Cheung’s party in Taipei, that he was the man for me and I cannot believe how stupid I had been to allow myself to separate from him without even exchanging names. I still thanked my lucky stars for the extraordinary turn of fate had brought us together in that bar in New York and I think that we both realised how very lucky we were to have found each other.

CHAPTER 4

Simon had landed in New York without the faintest idea of what he was going to do there. He had to earn a living, and quick, as his funds were rapidly running out. He also wanted to be able to contribute towards the cost of the apartment, though this was not a point which preoccupied me, for I was just glad to have him there. The only clear point was that it was his exceptional cock which was going to provide his bread and butter; but just how he was going to exploit this superb asset, he had no idea. He had no problems at all at the thought of using his cock for business purposes as he had had the odd stand in San Francisco; the only question was how. But, in the words of a character called Baldrick, who figured in a well known British TV series, I had a cunning plan.  The great difference between my plan and those of this mythical character on TV, was that mine had a good chance of succeeding, whereas his never did!

I explained to Simon how my present escort business worked. I had a stable and regular clientele from whom I generated my sizeable income; but I could take on no more clients, as I was already overbooked with those that I had. Additionally, I had short list of potential clients whom I had been obliged to refuse, as I did not have any spare capacity; even though I enjoyed my job, it was more than I could do to fuck morning, noon and night; I was in the happy state of being at full capacity!  And so we formulated a plan to introduce Simon into the high level discrete male escort service I had hitherto run alone.

For my next business appointment I took Simon along with me and introduced him to my client as a potential alternative to myself; “to add some spice into your life,” was the way I phrased it; I can tell you that one look at Simon naked was enough. He just exuded sex and my client jumped at the chance to have a new and massive cock, wielded by a muscular young stud, up his arse. As the saying goes, variety is the spice of life and so it proved to be for Simon and me.

We gave the client a double dose of sex on this occasion, Simon fucked him whilst I sucked him and then Simon sucked him whilst I fucked him. The client was in absolute heaven, so much so that he slipped us an extra $250 above my usual $500 fee. And so, over a period of a few weeks, I was gradually able to introduce Simon to most of my clients, many of whom were happy to take him as a substitute for me if the need arose. In fact, I had a sneaking suspicion that several of them preferred him to me – but down, down, down, jealousy!

Having got Simon into the general flow of my male escort business, I then started to contact a number of potential clients on my waiting list with the aim of pulling them into the regular flow of business. This was quite successful, but we still needed more clients to keep the two of us fully occupied as professional butt-fuckers, for let’s face it, that it what we were, when Simon came up with a brilliant idea. He suggested that we create a web site, entitled S and S Male Escorts and that along with the normal sales blurb, we publish a photo of ourselves together completely naked so that potential clients could see what they might get for their money. Two young studs with perfect muscles and above all, big cocks were the key to it all.

It is often said that size does not matter, a phrase usually used in connection with male-female sex. Well, let me tell you that when it comes to providing anal stimulation to well heeled businessmen, a good big’n beats  a good little’n into the ground every time!  When guys like Simon and me strip off in front of our clients, the large size of each of our cocks is a definite advantage.  We just look so much better with our large cocks than the average guy with his normal sized tool.  Our clients really feel that they are getting something special – which they are, by the way – for their money.

Simon said that he thought that the title Male Escorts was actually very mealy mouthed even though he had suggested it and he wondered,  albeit jokingly aloud, why we did not simply say S and S Rent-a-Fuck, for that is actually what we did, or why not S and S Rent-a-Cock.  But in the end we both realised that the entire world knew exactly what a Male Escort Agency offered by way of services and so we stuck with that.

I showed Simon who had never heard of MuscleCock before his NBA job, the MuscleCock blog site and told him that I myself was not really into overdeveloped muscle and cock which were the credos of the blog; but that there were some stunning examples of guys who never made the headlines, who were not even placed in the contests, but who, to my mind had really superb bodies and cocks. In fact, the MuscleCock blog site had some of the finest shots of guys with superb bodies and cocks to match, many of whom were breathtakingly stunning. I showed him my very favourite shot, the one of Portuguese de Sousa brothers, whom I thought were absolutely perfect examples of male physique; certainly not the most muscular, but surely aesthetically among the most perfect specimens of young manhood, at least in my eyes

Simon look at the shot I showed him, of the two brother posing face to face with their cocks hard and their knobs glistening and said: “That is the pose you and I should strike to put on our web-site. You know, together we are not at all unlike these two guys and although they are somewhat more muscular than we are at the moment, I could see us equalling them after a few months work in the gym.”

This sounded like a brilliant idea, so along we went to a professional photographic studio specialising in photographing nude men. We imitated as nearly as possible the de Sousa brothers’ pose and hoped that it would prove a good piece of publicity for our newly established web-site. Simon came up with a surprise before we went to be photographed. He turned up with a triple cock ring, which he insisted I try on. “I know” he said, “That you think that this is not your thing, but please try it on. You might feel differently once you see yourself wearing it” And so, with Simon’s help, I put the ring on and my goodness, what a difference it made to the appearance of my cock. As I told you earlier my shaft, when soft, hung straight down between my legs like that of so many guys, unlike Simon’s which had a graceful arching downward curve, which made it just so super-attractive to the viewer. Well, the ring gave me the lift which I had never had before and my cock, when soft, looked twice as good as before.

“You see,” said Simon, “You never know until you try and don’t you find it comfortable, the way the ring holds your balls tight to your body? Sebastian, you look absolutely stunning.”

As I mentioned earlier, I had always had by body waxed to remove all body hair and now, with the ring on, every last detail of my equipment was brought into sharp focus; I hate to say it , but I loved it immediately and have worn it ever since.

“But” I said to Simon, “This far but no farther. Please don’t tell me that we should get our knobs pierced and a PA ring fitted – no, no, no!”

Simon just laughed.

For our photo-shot, we each sported a rigid hard cock, sticking ramrod straight out from our pelvises, facing each other with our cocks almost touching, in as near an imitation of the de Souza  brothers ground-breaking pose as we could muster. We were both well bronzed all over and we decided for the shot to have our bodies oiled in the way that bodybuilders often do when they pose at contests. Looking at Simon before the shot, I thought that he looked utterly superb and hoped that I myself matched up to him.

The studio photographer took several different shots, on one of which turned out to be a triumph, with the  result was that within a few days of our web site going on-line, we were deluged with calls for our services, so much so that we never looked back; quality always sells is the lesson to be learned here. I have to say, that I did think that there could be another two-man escort team that equalled us;  and the proof was that within a couple of weeks of our photo going on-line, we were fully booked; we could accept no more clients. Within six months of teaming up with Simon we had more than doubled my previous business. Simon could not believe how easy it was to earn money with his cock; but he certainly liked to spend it. We had the same photo-shop make us a blow up of the de Souza  brothers unique pose, which we had framed and hung on the wall of our bedroom as an inspiration to us both,.

CHAPTER 5

I should tell you something about the living arrangements that Simon and I came to in my really quite spacious apartment. It had two good sized bedrooms, a large living room giving on to a sunny but totally secluded and un-overlooked terrace and a large kitchen. I had a regular cleaner, a young gay guy, who came in twice a week and kept the place spick and span. If I was there, he gave often gave me longing looks, but that was as far as it got. He was, in fact the only guy apart from Simon and my oldest and dearest friend, Craig, who had ever been in my apartment. Craig, by the way had gone back to his own palatial apartments after he had divorced. As I said earlier, I had always kept my business completely separate from my personal life and my clients had only my mobile phone number and an Email address. None of them knew my full name or where I lived; I was just Sebastian to them.

For recreational sex, which I needed over and above my professional obligations, it had usually with with my three close friends or, very occasionally with the odd guy I had got to know from a gay bar: places which I only very rarely frequented.  But it was lucky that I did occasionally frequent such places, for that was how I had found Simon again.  I often asked myself how things would have been that day, if I had decided not to go into that particular bar, which I only did because I felt pissed off with my previous client that day and needed some relief myself. My goodness, I might never have found Simon again and I would have missed the man who had become the love of my life.

My three close friends, Craig, Mike and Jonathan, realised that in Simon, I had found the love of my life and all three were happy for the two of us, even though it would clearly mean a change in our previous relationships. In many ways, I think they were probably envious that I had finally found Simon and that we had become an item and they each wished that they too could find their life’s partner. What is worth commenting on as I said earlier, is that when the four of us were an inseparable group, before I had met Simon, not one of us had seen any of the others as his life’s partner; we were friends, indeed very close friends, but that was as far as it had ever gone.

Although my sex life was now concentrated on Simon and his on me, neither of us was averse to having sex with other guys and so I introduced Simon to my three best friends and from that moment onwards, the five of us had a firm relationship.  What was great in our relationship was that all five of us enjoyed fucking as much as being fucked, which made for a very varied sex life for all of us and although I just adored Simon, it was nice to know that I had three other friendly anuses which I could shaft.

Simon coyly asked me the first day if he should take the second bedroom, to which idea I gave a big laugh. I wanted him in my bed, as much as he wanted me in his and that was that; we shared my king size bed from day one together. One of the great joys of having a live-in lover is that you can sleep together in the knowledge that you are at home. One of my favourite sleeping positions was to fall asleep with my hard shaft inside Simon; it really made us feel as one. He did the same for me, for as I said, we were totally equal in our sexual behaviour. Once Simon and I had become an item, other than my three old friends whom I could not abandon, I dropped all external recreational sex; Simon was enough for me and I for him.

I did not believe in having sex in discomfort, for let us face it what we guys do to each other, apart from a face fuck or a blow job, is not really of easy access. Simon knew that I liked to fuck him lying on his back, with his legs over my shoulders, whereas he much preferred a rear entry for his dick. The great joy of having a true lover is that you both do everything possible to please the other. So, I decided that the second bedroom would become our playroom and had a specially padded table made for our games. The table was flat and of a height so that when I stood with Simon’s legs over my shoulders, my cock lined up exactly with his anus and I could pound his hole from a comfortable standing position. As an added refinement, I had the end of the table made adjustable so that I could achieve a perfect alignment between Simon’s arsehole and my cock.

At the other end of the table was attached a padded board descending at an angle such that when I leaned against it over on to the table to offer Simon my anus, my cock and balls slipped through a hole I had had made in the board and I could spread my legs to give Simon easy access to his target. With my jewels out of the way and my arse well supported, Simon could bang away as hard as he wanted without crushing my balls against the table ; and boy, Simon really did enjoy a hard fuck. So this piece of equipment was made to measure for the two of us and for no one else.

Although our first encounter in the bar had been without any prior preparation as we just wanted to fuck each other and could not hold back, I taught Simon of the importance of good lubrication in gay sex. I had kept a supply of one shot tubes of lube each fitted with an injection nozzle (I bought them by the gross from a wholesaler) and showed him how I always prepped each client’s anus before entering him as this made for a really comfortable fuck. But it was that same with us. We always lubed ourselves up before any session and Simon who had never before seen such pre-fuck care quickly realised that arse fucking could be a much pleasanter process than most people thought. And so it was that Simon and I indulged our recreational sex activities. We really were very normal and neither of us felt the need to indulge in the vertiginously energetic, gymnastic-like, fuck positions so often encountered on internet male sex sites.

Even when I had just come back from a client, I was always in need of more sex as soon as I walked into the apartment. Fucking Simon on our table always gave me an orgasm way more intense than any I ever had with a client. Simon said he felt exactly the same. So, whoever was home first after leaving his client automatically stripped naked and lubed himself up in readiness to please his partner. As Simon said, with his considerable personal experience gained at the MuscleCock contest in Taipei, it was exactly the same as the release room there; contestants came off stage where they had been cum shooting but still needed to fuck butt, to release the tensions which had built up in their bodies. We came back from servicing our client but still wanted to fuck butt again as soon as we were together.  One of us served as a release agent for the other. As you can probably see, Simon and I had quickly developed a very agreeable way of life together. So what next?

CHAPTER 6

Both Simon and I had, before we met, frequented various gyms to keep ourselves trim and toned up. Now we were together, we both went to Jonathan’s Gym, where I had first met Craig, the architect of all my success as a male escort to date. We worked out for about three hours three mornings a week and I can tell you that in the showers, we got a lot of envious looks and not a few propositions, as few guys had such magnificent fucking kit as we had and our triple cock rings also attracted a lot of attention. Following the MuscleCock blog as we did on a regular basis, we realised that ideally we too would like to work out totally naked, throwing aside all inhibitions. But the local gym, run by my friend Jonathan, would have none of it.

Then a miracle happened. In a gay magazine we saw that Big Mac, one of the leading mandatory naked gyms much used by MuscleCock contestants, was opening a branch just across town from us. We went straight over there and signed up virtually as its first clients. How right we were not to hesitate, for within two weeks the place was fully booked all day and night. Exercising stark naked as we now were, we decided that we would go the whole hog and in our own little way adopt MuscleCock naked life style in as far as we could.

Jonathan was sad to see us leave his gym, but remained, as ever, a permanent friend and sex partner of the four of us, Simon, myself, Craig and Mike.  I could not have abandoned Jonathan who had been such a good friend and sex partner for such a long time, and I was relieved that he understood why we wanted to move to another gym.  Jonathan, although very broad minded, just did not want his own gym classed as a naked body building establishment, but he equally well understood why Simon and I wanted to train naked.  So, at the end of the day, our move to Big Mac’s new place did not cause a breakdown in our friendship with Jonathan.

My apartment was big and had no windows overlooked and so, as we had now started training naked, when we were at home we stripped off and remained naked. I can remember my cleaner’s face the first time he walked in on us. There we were eating breakfast in the buff. He did a double take, said nothing and got on with his work. As we moved around he kept giving us envious glances. At the drop of a hat he would surely have enjoyed a quick fuck with either or both of us but neither of us encouraged him and he left the apartment in a pre-cum state as the wet spots on the crotch of his pants testified.

CHAPTER 7

Perhaps I should tell you here about the wardrobe which Simon had had delivered from San Francisco. Simon was a fashionable dresser and had endless pants and shirts. He had no suit as such and wore a series of loose fitting casual jackets in which he looked absolutely great. Simon was the sort of guy who looked good in anything, but he really knew how to show off his figure and especially his crown jewels.

He habitually wore only three items of clothing; a shirt, a cock thong and a tight fitting pair of pants. He told me that he bought his thongs from only one supplier whose designs were such as to give maximum support to any well equipped guy. All his pants were also from only one maker, an outfit called Huggers, who branded their form fitting pants YMCA Huggers. Yes, it is those same initials, but as Simon explained it had nothing to do with the YMCA organisations. Here they stood for Young Men’s Cock and Arse Huggers. And that is exactly what these pants did. They moulded themselves around a guy’s arse and fuck equipment and left little to the imagination.

Simon looked absolutely terrific in his Huggers, for the thong he wore had no back, so that his pants moulded themselves smoothly to his arse, which became an inviting dream to all who viewed it, as no ugly elastic lines spoiled the profile. Simon said he really liked these pants and did not feel at all embarrassed to wear them. His view was that he had it all, so why not show it off. People might stare, but were really full of admiration, tinged with a little envy, for his daring. As he also said, if you wanted to pick up a guy, these were the things to wear.  

I wondered how I could wean Simon away from such openly gay clothing on the one hand, but I really like the way he looked when we went out together; he was sex personified. But he understood that in our professional life, discretion was the key word; we could not embarrass our clients most of whom were respectable business men and so we both wore very conventional modest suits when visiting clients.

Now, both Simon and I were pretty well set up muscular guys but watching the MuscleCock events, we had both realised that without attempting to become event competitors, we could both easily take a bit more muscle weight and cock length, without overdeveloping our bodies. Antonio, the manager of the new gym we had joined, had trained under Big Mac himself: a guy called Steven McEvoy.  Antonio was always totally naked in the gym, and had a real mean figure and massive dick. He told us that before joining Big Mac’s he had worked as an assistant at MuscleCock events. He was enthusiastic about giving us training tips and especially stressed the importance of professional cock trainer to help develop our shafts. He explained that cock training, which appeared to be superficially like fucking, in that the trainee pushed his fuck pole up the trainer’s arse, was, in fact a much more rigorous and disciplined act and required intense concentration on the part of the trainee. The trainee had to learn to be able to pound the trainer’s hole and maintain this for at least 30 minutes before cumming, whilst at the same time performing certain muscle building exercises. According to Antonio, it was, however, the only way to increase penis (his word) size without recourse to enhancement chemicals, with all their attendant risks.

Then the second miracle happened. Big Mac decided to commission one of the MuscleCock leading cock trainers, a guy named Carlos Santana, to spend a month at his new gym in New York and give a series of Master Classes in the art of cock training. Carlos regularly rented his fuck hole out to four or five contestants at any IFNB event to help them with their cock problems and was one of the best pros in the business. As Antonio said to us, “What Carlos does not know about cock training isn’t worth knowing.”

We were euphoric and promptly signed up for a series of lessons from this master trainer. And what an eye-opener it was. The first thing we learned was that an easy and comfortable well lubed fuck was an absolute no no as far as cock training and size development was concerned. On the contrary, the trainee’s cock had to penetrate the trainer’s anus firmly and once inside the trainer gripped his trainee’s cock with his sphincter as firmly as he could to ensure that the trainee’s pumping was subject to as much friction as possible. It was the friction inside the rectum and the tight grip of the trainer’s sphincter, which, together, helped the cock to grow.

We had numerous lessons from Carlos, benefitting from his highly trained hole and by the end of the month we could both pound for one full hour maintaining our cocks totally rigid and controlling our climax to produce a controlled cum shot. In the space of one month, both of us had gained a half an inch in the circumference on our dicks and the same in length. We were sorry to see Carlos leave, but armed with the knowledge he had given us, we continued in the gym with muscle building exercises carried out simultaneously with cock training as he had shown us.

As there were no professional cock trainers available, Simon and I used each other’s holes to train our dicks when in the gym. This we followed by intensive cock training sessions in our games room at home so that over the course of six brief months, we had both put on 20 pounds of muscle and could each raise a 10 inch hard fuck-stick; it might well not be what was considered competition length, but our clients were more than satisfied.  As I said earlier, there is a school of thought that says length is not important, but they are wrong.  When it comes to anal intercourse, both length and girth are very important for it is they which give the client the satisfaction of a great fuck, which was always our aim.  Anyway, we were both euphoric with the results of our training as we had achieved our goal in record time.

Our future aim in the gym was to maintain the physiques we had now built up but to go no further. It was my view that our clients appreciated muscle when it came to having their holes reamed, but did not want to be fucked by a muscle freak. And so, Simon and I took a conscious decision to go no further with our development but nevertheless to maintain what we had achieved, which seemed to be the perfect combination of muscle and cock for our business, We had the photo-shop take a new shot of us in what we had come to call the de Souza Pose and put it on our web site alongside our first shot, labelling them before and after. We were again inundated with demands from potential clients, most of whom we had to refuse, as we were fully occupied in tending to the need of our existing flock.

Our present clients were amazed how quickly we had developed our bodies and cocks, which were now, by any standards, truly exceptional. No escort agency could compete with us, of that I was sure. For Christmas, we had a series of shots of ourselves taken and put together on a Christmas card, which we distributed very discreetly by hand to our clients.

At the end of the day, Simon and I looked just like two brothers: a remarkable achievement. Satisfied with our year’s efforts, went off together for two weeks holiday in the sun at an all male nude venue on a small Caribbean island. Craig and Mike went with us, but not Jonathan, who could not leave his gym. It was a heaven sent break; we fucked butt, sucked cock and swam together and had some congenial recreational sex with some of the other guys we met who were also vacationing there. We came back to New York after Christmas beautifully bronzed from head to toe, ready to start the New Year.

THE END

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Simon and Sebastian Meet Chris