Sebastian

SIMON AND SEBASTIAN MEET CHRIS

An Imaginary Homoerotic Story

by 

Jason Land

This is the sixth 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

Simon and I had just arrived back from a relaxing Caribbean vacation in the sun over the Christmas period. We were both beautifully bronzed and relaxed and ready to start the new year. Our male escort business was thriving and we had each other for recreational sex, in which we indulged daily and with the same pleasure as in that first meeting in Yan Cheung’s hotel suite n Taipei. As I have often said, fucking is a toy which never fails to please and Simon and I were the living proof of this maxim.

Well, as you might imagine, our story is not yet over and events again took a totally unexpected turn. In the new year, we kept up our sessions at Big Mac’s gym, where we had made a number of good friends, both gay and straight and with whom we often had recreational sex in the showers after training. Antonio kept a clean house and provided free condoms and lube in the showers, as he felt it his job to protect his clients from the HIV virus. It is never possible to be 100% certain that your place is HIV free, for it is impossible to control all your clients all the time and who knows what one chance encounter with an outsider might bring.

I should perhaps tell you that Simon and I always fucked each other bare back as it were but that we religiously used condoms in relations with all our clients. I had to look around the suppliers for rubbers long enough to enclose our new supersized tools; but I eventually found a brand which were fifteen inches long! One asks oneself who are these guys who sport such mega-dicks, but evidently they do exist. The other thing we noticed was that many of the straight guys at the gym, quite liked to take our cocks up their arses, for like the MuscleCock competitors, they enjoyed a dose of anal stimulation in addition to regular male-female sex. When we went out in the evenings, we always both carried packets of the recently introduced Fukit condoms, two rubbers per pack with sachets of lubricant and very convenient for that chance sexual encounter, that spice of life, which we all have from time to time.

At the end of the day, both Simon and I were just human beings, with the same sexual urge as other men and both of us occasionally found ourselves in a situation where we simply could not restrain ourselves. And so we both had the occasional one-off fuck with some guy whom we had found just too tempting to turn down.  But such little one-off sexual peccadilloes in no way impinged on the relationship Simon and I shared, which was as solid as a rock; jealousy was a feeling which did not exist between us. And so our life went happily on until early in February. We had both been serving one of our regular clients together when something totally unexpected happened.

We were just about to leave Mr. Newman, a private merchant banker, who had been one of my first clients several years ago, when he asked us to sit down as he had a request to make. Until now, neither of us knew anything about the private life of Mr. Newman, other than the fact that he was a super-rich private banker, sole owner of his own bank, Newman Acceptances. He was, he told us, a widower whose wife had died of a totally unexpected stroke at the early age of 36 leaving him with a young son, Christopher, aged five. Mr Newman had never remarried and Christopher had been cared for by a live-in nanny until he was eleven years old, when his father had sent him off to an expensive boarding school for boys located in Vermont. Christopher was now 18 years old, a keen gymnast and by all accounts a well built lad and had just left school. He wanted to take a year’s break before going to college. But Mr Newman had divined that all was not well with his son, who was very timid and had few friends and showed little or no interest in girls.

As you can imagine it is very difficult for a father to discuss his son’s sexuality with him, but Christopher was clearly so unhappy that he eventually admitted to his father that he knew he was gay. Now Mr Newman, even though he used our services was not himself gay; like many men he just liked some regular anal stimulation. However he was a very broadminded man and sensibly realised that he could not change his son’s orientation and decided to do his best to see how he could help his son organise his life for the best.
Christopher’s root problem was that he was unbelievably shy. Even as an excellent gymnast at school in contact with other boys of his age, he could never enter into the sexual tomfoolery into which so many lads in their late teens become involved. Finally Mr Newman got it out of his son that he had no sexual experience himself whatsoever; as a well set up young man of 18 he was still a virgin and a very timorous one at that.

“So”, said Mr. Newman, “Here’s the deal! I have great regard for you two young men and I would like you to take my son in hand and teach him the ropes, the rudiments of practical male-male sex so to speak. I have a large condo in Palm Beach down in Florida and I would like the two of you to take Christopher down there and teach him what is what;  if necessary, give him a baptism of fire in matters sexual, so that he gains confidence in himself and is able to relate to other guys;  given his orientation that is where  his future sex life lies. I wish it were different, but it is what it is and my view is that one has to make the best of it – and looking at the two of you I can see that the best of it can be very good indeed.”

“I will have the three of you flown there and back in my private jet and you will have a live-in servant at my condo; he also just happens to be gay and will take care of the housekeeping and cooking leaving you free to school Christopher in the gentle art of gay sex. I think you should go for five full days for which I will pay you $15,000.-;  What do you say?”

Well, what an extraordinary and unexpected offer; and generous to boot. Naturally we accepted; how could we have refused one of our best clients? We asked Mr Newman what he was going to tell Christopher. He replied that he would tell his son that he was sending him off for a week’s holiday in the sun, with two experience guys who would try to help him out of his sexual hang-ups and leave it at that. He was sure that Christopher would be apprehensive but would comply with his father’s wishes. So it was agreed we would all fly down to Florida the first week in February, which we did, having told our regular clients that we were taking a short winter break.

CHAPTER 2

Mr Newman sent his chauffeur to fetch us ; we had to reveal where we lived, which was something we had never done before to anyone;  and our first meeting with Christopher Newman, or Chris as everyone called him, was in the car on the way to the Laguardia airportt.  Chris was a really good looking fair-haired guy, with a build much like our own. Like many guys of his age he was scruffily dressed and it was really impossible to make out what he looked like under the baggy outfit he wore. We all said hello, and I told him that he should call us Simon and Seb. Clearly very nervous, Chris asked us what our programme for the week was but we told him that we would go into that next morning after a good night’s sleep. A chauffeur driven car met us on arrival at the airport and whisked us off to the condo, which was enormous and unbelievably luxurious. We were greeted by Bruno, the housekeeper and general factotum, who according to Mr Newman was gay and who had a meal already prepared for us. As it was late we all retired to bed after eating, Simon and I to a large double room and Chris elsewhere.

Simon and had discussed what we might do with Chris and we decided that the ideal thing would be to let Chris experience a week of naked life style “à la MuscleCock” and to push him straightaway in at the deep end, so to speak. Shortly put, Chris, like it or not, was going to lose his anal virginity first thing next day. Simon and I got up early and installed ourselves, completely naked, at the breakfast table before Chris was up. When he arrived a little later, he was completely dressed in T shirt and shorts and was wearing slip on sandals with no socks; the ideal kit for us to strip off easily and get down to business; and judging by the bulge in his shorts he was not lacking anything down below.

He did a double take when he saw us in the buff and said, “Gee guys, I didn’t realise that you breakfasted naked!”

So we explained to Chris that we always lived a completely naked life style at home in New York and saw no reason to change our ways down here. Chris was clearly embarrassed but sat down and ate breakfast, after which I stood up so that he could see my full figure for the first time. He gazed in awe and gulped at my cock and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when Simon stood up and he saw the full extent of his equipment as well.

“Guys”, he started, “I am not sure that I want to…….”

“Come on Chris,” I said, “We are here to help you over your difficulties. Strip off and let’s have a look at you.”

“But,” said Chris, “I don’t know what my father intended, and….”

“Cut the cackle, Chris and let us have a look at you; come on; get your clothes off.”

Eventually, Chris realised that today was the day when he had to bite the bullet and so he stopped arguing and started to strip off. He was wearing a pair of conventional Y fronts, which never do the best for a guy’s package; but it was clear that young Chris was really well equipped. Why Chris was so shy about sex was difficult to fathom as he had a beautifully muscled body, lovely pecs, good biceps and a set of abs to die for; but of course he was a serious gymnast. But then, his cock; it had perfect balance, was big, was beautifully cut and was some eight inches long. I really could not understand, looking at him, how this handsome young stud was so timid that he had never had sex with anyone.  He was any girl’s dream of a young hunk, even though according to his father there was no interest in that direction.  But Chris was also a lusciously attractive and very fuckable proposition for any gay male who saw him.

Chris started to dither and to say that he really did not think that……. At which I told him to wrap up  and cut the cackle; there  had to be a first time for everyone and today and right now was going to be the first time for him. Eventually, Chris calmed down and lay flat on his back on the table as we had asked him to.  With his legs bent and feet on the table we got the first view of Chris’s anus and a very nice tight job it was.  I don’t know about Simon, but I was already looking forward to pushing my own tool deep into Chris, for he just was a very inviting young guy to fuck; and a virgin hole does not come one’s way very regularly; as such, when it does present itself, it is an opportunity  not to be sniffed at.

I motioned to Simon to lube him up and Chris nearly had a fit when Simon pushed the nozzle of the lube tube through his sphincter and injected the lubricant into his rectum. By now we were all rock hard, Chris included; a good sign I thought as I quickly rolled on a condom, lubed up my fuck stick and went over to the table to begin operations. Poor Chris was trembling with fear when I pulled his legs over my shoulders and pressed my cock to his fuck hole, but he braced himself and waited for what he clearly thought was the worst!

“Relax Chris,” I told him “You are about to lose your anal virginity. You know it had to happen sometime and that sometime is right now! So why not just lie back and enjoy it. You may be amazed what a great experience it is. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I started immediately to pressure his sphincter gently with my cock. As soon as I felt a slight relaxation in his muscle, I thrust the full length of my cock into him in one smooth stroke. Chris moaned and said it hurt, but I pressed on and started a slow and gentle fuck which I increased in amplitude and speed as time went on and when I finally shot my wad of cum, Chris was moaning with pleasure and  had an orgasm himself, covering my chest with his cum. Before Chris had time to do anything, Simon and I flipped him over on to his face so that he was bent over the table and Simon who meantime had lubed himself up, entered Chris again from the rear. I went round the table and thrust my rock hard cock into Chris’s mouth and Simon and I managed to climax together so that Chris had cum shot into him at both ends simultaneously.

We were all somewhat exhausted after this marathon session and sat down at the table, where Bruno had meantime placed some soft drinks. It turned out that Bruno had been watching us work on Chris and as he walked away after leaving the drinks on the table, he gave us a thumbs up sign of approval. We asked Chris how he felt and to our surprise he said he felt great. He had never imagined that having is butt fucked could be so exhilarating and wondered now why he had been so shy about sex before. As we both told him, he had just had a baptism of fire by two of the best cocks in the business and that we were delighted that he felt so good about it.

But his initiation was not yet over, for he had never himself fucked anybody.

“Don’t you feel now” I asked him, “That you want to give your own cock some similar exercise to that which you have just experienced?”

 “Well” he said, “I have to say that now I have had my first taste to gay sex, I would not mind at all, but whom am I supposed to fuck?”

“Chris” I said, “Don’t be so naïve; Simon and I are here to serve you. We started by taking your virginity as it is the most aggressive of the acts; but our butts are now at your disposal; that is what we are here for; to help you get over your timidity and learn how to make the most of your equipment, which, by the way, is terrific. Come on, make a start on my hole.”

Simon showed Chris how to lube my anus, how to put a condom on his own cock and apply the necessary lubricant. I then asked him how he would like to take me, face up or face down. We settled for face up, the position in which I had started with him and this young stud, who two hours earlier had been so utterly timid and had never dipped his wick into anything more exciting than warm bath water, suddenly lost all his inhibitions and showed himself to be a first rate cocks-man. He thrust his dick in and out of my hole as if there was to be no tomorrow; he just pumped me as hard as he could. I have to say that I was very pleasantly surprised, for I myself really appreciate being given a good hard fuck and I was amazed that Chris, as an absolute beginner was being so very forceful. He had no problem in reaching a climax and I let him shoot is wad whilst still deep inside me.

Simon then offered Chris his butt to fuck, this time face down and again Chris started to perform valiantly but by way of a surprise as everything was going so well, I decided to give Chris a shock and pushed my cock deep into his anus. So there the three of us were; Chris was shafting Simon and I was shafting Chris in what is called a tandem fuck. Chris let out a howl of surprise as I entered in, but did not resist and I grabbed his buttocks so that I could maintain my position. I told Chris that he and I would now pump in a coordinated rhythm and try both to climax at the same moment.

Chris turned out to be a guy of totally hidden talents and we were both able to cum simultaneously, before we all collapsed laughing on the floor. So there you have it, in a morning, between breakfast and lunch, Simon and I had turned the shy retiring Chris into a self confident and vigorous young fucker. He said to us immediately afterwards that he had not realised what a pleasure it was to fuck and wondered why he had been so shy about it until now.

 “I don’t know what my father intended you to do for me but my sincerest thanks for pulling me out of the hole of despair I was in.  I wonder if he had any inkling of what you guys might do to me to pull me into the real world of gay sex;  I bet he had no idea!”

At this, I looked at Simon and we both gave a small smile.  Chris was clearly totally unaware of what our relationship with his father was; and that was the way it was going to remain.  It is a fact that sex is something in which one quite mistakenly thinks, one’s parents do not indulge. I am sure that were Chris to find out that we were servicing his father’s arse, he would be quite horrified; it’s something one’s own parents just do not do – or so we would all like to believe. I know I would be in the same situation.

“Fucking , my dear Chris” I said to him, “As I have said many times in the past, is a toy which never fails to please. We still have a whole week in front of us, not to forget this afternoon so who knows what will happen?” And with that we went to have a shower, followed by some lunch which Bruno had prepare for us on the terrace.

CHAPTER 3

Chris’s embarrassment at our total nudity had now totally vanished; it was unbelievable the change that his sudden triple loss of his cock, anal and mouth virginity had had on him. One could almost have believed that his earlier shy behaviour was an act, and that he was in fact a highly experienced young stud. Simon and I were delighted with the change in Chris’s character, which had been brought about by our shock therapy. It is just that first step which is frightening; but once over that hurdle, the whole business of anal intercourse is very agreeable indeed, as Chris had just found out. He was realising what all men ultimately have to acknowledge; that they like to fuck and for gays the target is another guy’s anus; he was just doing what came naturally and was enjoying every minute of it.  I breathed and internal sign of relief that things had gone so swimmingly well.

Over lunch, we talked with him about the care he needed to exercise in his future activities if he was to avoid HIV.  We impressed on Chris that when he fucked a guy, he should always, but absolutely always, use a condom and if he allowed anyone to shaft him that he should insist that his partner also use a condom. We told him that now he felt emancipated, he should never ever go out anywhere without carrying a supply of condoms on him and showed him the Fukit flat-packs which were ideal for recreational sex. We also explained to him the main types of relationships which gays tended to develop outside casual sex and one night stands with an unknown guy. Simon and I were equal partners and we both fucked and sucked each other. But many others settled into a sort of married couple relationship where one guy played the male role and the other the female. It all depended how each couple felt about the relationship.

After lunch we told Chris that we were all going to go down to an all male, naked beach to relax after our mornings exertions and take in some sun. Chris protested that he really did not want to go naked in public. In the condo was one thing, but on a public beach, even an all male beach, he really did not think he dared.

“Cram it Chris I told him, “Get dressed and be ready to go in ten minutes and don’t forget your kit which you can put into one of the shoulder bags that Simon and I always carried with us.

“What kit” asked Chris.

“Don’t be so fucking thick Chris! Your condoms; you idiot; never ever go anywhere without a supply of condoms on you!”

“But I won’t need them this afternoon on the beach.” Protested  Chris.

“You never know.”  I said and with that we set off towards the sea shore.

At the beach we left our clothes in a hired locker, rented a large sun umbrella and found ourselves a place where we could sit. Now this beach was a nude beach exclusively for men, but it was not exclusively a gay beach. And so, there was an assortment of guys fooling around there, some obviously gay and others obviously straight. A hand ball game was going on and Chris walked across and asked if he could join in. The players were all about Chris’s age and it was clear that all of them were very body conscious and worked out regularly. But not one was as well set up as Chris and so they welcomed him with open arms.

We watched for a while, then as the game ended, Chris and one of the guys moved off together towards a nearby canvas windbreak behind which they disappeared. A few minutes later, Chris came across to us, picked up his satchel, giggled and returned to his pal. We gave them ten minutes then Simon walked across and looked over the windbreak where he found Chris on top of his buddy hard at it. It was incredible how in one morning Chris had changed from a timid, shy young guy into a raging stallion of a stud. He fucked like a true professional and was hammering is new-found friend into the ground.

When time came to leave, I said to Chris, “You see now what I meant about always carrying condoms. You never know when you might need them.” 

“Lesson learned.” said Chris and that was the end of that.

And so the week passed. We three spent part of every day in a mutual fuck fest and Chris went back several times to the beach to fraternise with his buddy. Our stay ended and we were in the plane back to New York Chris asked us if he could start training with us on a regular basis in Big Mac’s  Gym, which we had talked about during our stay in the condo. He really admired our bodies and especially our cocks and wanted to try to build himself up. Simon had got him a triple cock ring as an end of trip present and we helped him put it on. He looked absolutely terrific wearing it and was truly delighted.

 Suddenly in the plane, Chris said, “I’ve been meaning to ask you both how my dad cottoned on to you two guys to help me?”

“That,” I said, “is none of your business;”and that was the end of that!”

CHAPTER 4

So Chris started frequenting Big Mac’s Gym and soon found himself a couple of like minded friends, Tony and Trent, with whom he started working out seriously.  I guess the three of them became very close and formed a small mutual butt-fucking group, for they rapidly became inseparable.

Simon and I watched this development from the fringes and we were delighted that the shy Chris had so quickly developed the necessary social skills and got himself into a close friendship with two other gay studs, so quickly.  Chris then told us that he and his two friends, both of whom were not short of cash, had decided to go off for the summer and spend six months on a Greek island with an experienced trainer, with a view to developing both their bodies and their cocks.  Antonio had put them in contact with a guy who was a contract cock trainer for MuscleCock aspirants and who was just then between contests and so could take on a serious training job for them for the summer.

When he got back from his Greek experience Chris looked absolutely stunning, for he had really filled out and put some two inches on to his cock.  He told us that the trainer had been an utter task master and had kept them at it eight hours a day six days a week. And, school masterly like, he had apparently not been averse to giving his pupils a whack across the naked arse with a leather strap he carried with him if he thought they were slacking. 

“Gee,” said Chris, “He was a bloody slave driver; but boy, did he know how to get results and we all three came back different men.” 

But one other thing which happened on this Greek island was that the three of them met up with a young American body piercer and tattoo artist who regularly passed his summers there, selling his services to tourists; mainly young, gay studs, for that was the clientele for which the island catered.  And so the three of them had had their cocks and nipples pierced and all of them had taken to wearing gold rings in their cocks and nipples. 

The first time we saw Chris naked after his return, we were amazed to see how he looked, with a Prince Albert ring through his cock, nipple rings and the same sort of triple cock ring that both Simon and I wore. After our initial surprise, we had to admit that Chris looked absolutely superb;   his piercings adorned what had become a truly magnificent body enhanced by a superb cock; this young stud was simply mouth-wateringly beautiful.  I could see that he would never have any difficulty in developing a sexual relationship with any guy he pleased. In a phrase: Chris had become drop-dead-attractive!

On his return from Greece, Chris came round to our apartment fairly regularly, always alone, for he was the only person we had ever allowed to know where we lived and he still clearly liked to have sex with the two of us in spite of his close relationship with Tony and Trent.

One evening, towards the end of the year, after a recreational fucking session with Chris, we all went out to eat. At the table Chris told us that Antonio, the manager of Big Mac’s Gym where we all worked out regularly had decided to hold a New Year’s Eve Fuck-Fest to which all his clients, whether gay or straight were invited. Big Mac’s Gym attracted a cross section of muscle builders, both gay and straight who liked to work out totally naked; and as Chris observed, many of the so-called, straight guys were not averse to taking a little anal stim in the showers and he admitted to us that he had become  a willing server! He thought that the key attraction of Big Mac’s was that there was always a good selection of naked muscle and cock around to look at, whatever a guy’s orientation. Not to mince words, Big Mac’s although a serious naked gym with excellent trainers and equipment, was, nonetheless a highly charged sexual environment, where any guy on the prowl could easily find himself a fuck.

There was to be a charge of $75 per regular gym member, rising to $100 for guests to cover the cost of the food, drink and entertainment, not to mention the free condoms and lubes which were on offer. Antonio had decided that the entire party was to be a free-style fucking occasion, with no holds barred so that anyone could fuck anyone he fancied and if a guy was particular about whom he let loose on his anus, then he had better look out as he might suddenly find himself impaled by a large, unknown cock. A disco was laid on and attendees were absolutely free to do whatever they wanted; it was designed to be a wild occasion.

Antonio had also scheduled a couple of organised events, of which the first was to be a unique demonstration of cum shooting exactly as at a MuscleCock competition. He had got six studs, all of whom had competed in previous MuscleCock Mr Alpha contests to come along and give a live demo exactly as if they were on stage at a competition.

His idea was to bring to his local clients, none of whom had ever been at MuscleCock event live, a complete performance from A through Z. So real NBA trainers and assistants would prep, pump and release the studs who were demonstrating and all this would be done in front of the audience live: the complete enchilada as it were! In fact, his clients would see more of what actually happened than spectators did at a live MuscleCock event, for they  only saw the stage performances and not what went before and after as the contestant prepared themselves for their public appearances and relieved their tensions on leaving the stage. Chris was enthusiastic about this idea, as he and his two buddies had never been at a live MuscleCock event. In fact, Simon and I were probably the only guys, apart from Antonio himself, who had firsthand experience of a competition, as we had both been at the Taipei MuscleCock contest, that being where we had first met each other.

A second event was to be a Fuckathon, performed by our triple cock ringed trio, Chris, Tony and Trent.

“What the hell is a Fuckathon” we asked Chris, who instantly adopted a very superior manner and told us that if we had really followed the 2014 MuscleCock blogs and had read and digested all the comments made by contributors, then we would know what a Fuckathon was; but as we didn’t, we obviously hadn’t and we would therefore either have to trawl through the old blogs if we really wanted to know now what a Fuckathon was or wait and see at the party. Chris was very amused with is cockiness and clearly enjoyed leaving us in the dark, but he would not budge an inch; the cheeky monkey!

And then there were two events in which everyone could take part. The first was to be a Mr Massive contest, to find which guest had the biggest cock when hard and the second was to be a cock to arse chain-fuck in which the all attendees would endeavour to pump to a given rhythmic beat provided by the disco and try to climax simultaneously. The idea was to try to synchronise this with the coming in of the New Year, greeting it with a massive multi-man orgasm and the simultaneous shooting of cum; a fond hope we thought; but one could but try. Then in the New Year, the party would go on until dawn with everyone fucking and sucking whomever and however he saw fit. It had the making of a great occasion; or so Chris thought.

Chris told us that Antonio had decided to limit the entry to 100 tickets as what with the added staff, demonstrators etc, he did not feel that the gym could comfortably accommodate any more. Sales were already rolling in without difficulty and were split fairly evenly between gay and straight clients. As Chris put it, the so called straight guys evidently quite enjoyed being around a group of muscular guys with big cocks. Antonio was really making a huge effort to make this, his first party, a success and he had, according to Chris managed to recruit all the outsiders he needed for the two main events, which was something like 25 guys, willing to act as assistants. It was quite amazing just how many guys were willing – eager, in fact – to  strut their stuff naked in front of an unknown audience, if only  as an adjunct to the main protagonists.

CHAPTER 5

New Year’s Eve rolled around and Simon and I arrived fairly late at the Gym, as we had been servicing one of our best clients quite late in the evening; the guy knew he had been asking a lot and had paid us a double fee.  The changing rooms and showers were at the front to the building and after stripping naked, members then passed through  double doors into the gym proper. To make sure there was no doubt about dress or rather, the lack of it, Antonio had posted a large notice on the door saying: “Naked Men only past here. All clothes must be left in the changing rooms – no exceptions.”

Simon and I had already stripped when we noticed a three man fuck session going on in one corner. Evidently the guys simply could not wait until they got into the party. They were so engrossed in what they were doing that I doubt that they even noticed us. In the changing room was a huge mirror, put there because most bodybuilders have a narcissistic streak and like to look at themselves. Simon and I were no different; and although we lived the naked lifestyle at home,  we but rarely saw each other together, side by side as we now did in this huge mirror.

Simon looked at me and said, “Seb, you really look superb.”

To which I replied. “Simon, we both look superb. Let’s not kid ourselves; we both have bodies and cocks to die for. Just look at the picture we make. It really is better than the De Souza brothers, whose joint pose so inspired us just after we came together in New York.” And with that we passed into the Gym where the party was already in full swing.

We knew quite a few of the guys with whom we worked out at the same time but there were lots of studs whom we had never met, but Chris, Tony and Trent did not seem to be around. It was very flattering to Simon and me to receive quite a few loud wolf whistles from guys whom we did not know but who obviously liked what they saw. It was already 10 o’clock and Antonio mounted the platform he had had erected at one end of the gym and announced that the first on-stage cum shooting demo would start in about ten minutes and would everyone please try to curb their basic instincts during the demo and refrain from shafting each other. A buzz went round the room as everyone attempted to regain control of his cock; not necessarily that easy a task; but absolutely everyone was dying to see a live performance of real MuscleCock competition contenders actually shooting cum at each other on the stage.

Antonio mounted the stage again and began to introduce the MuscleCock trainers who would be prepping the performers. These guys were impressive in their own right, muscular and all with big cocks and could almost have been cum shooters themselves.

Then we learned that there were to be two demos of three studs each; one of super heavy-weight, ex-MuscleCock contestants and the others in the mega-weightclass; the applause was deafening. The three super-heavies appeared on stage and we were instantly transported into a world beyond our dreams, for these guys were bigger, more muscular and with unimaginably big fuck-sticks, already rock hard, for they had clearly undergone some prep prior to coming on stage.

Within seconds, each of the NBA trainers was being shafted and subjected to a vigorous fuck by one of the cum shot performers, after which, fully ready for their performance they adopted their stage positions, began posing and almost immediately shooting cum at each other. To most of us, this was an amazing sight, for it was very much a look mum – no hands performance. Each guy managed to do at least 6 cum shots, each perfectly coordinated with a muscle pose,  until at the end the one remaining guy went on to add a further two shots, to a well merited round of applause.

Three NBA release agents then appeared on stage and each shooter grabbed an agent and vigorously fucked him to release the tension which he had built up during the performance. The release was brutal, for the performers simply thrust their big cocks into their chosen release stud, without any thought beyond self satisfaction. It was really a true Alpha moment; one, in fact, that the audience never sees at a live MuscleCock competition, as this release phase always takes place off stage. So, we had seen the whole procedure from preparation pumping, through cum shooting to release; what a performance!  The audience went wild!

And then the mega weight guys took to the stage. It was the same performance, except that this time we were presented with three bodies of muscular development which defied even the most vivid imagination, coupled with the biggest fuck poles ever. Each guy was hard when he came on stage, but sported a fuck-pole some 14 inches in length and at least 3 inches in diameter. Quite frankly all three guys were hung like stallions; they each had a cock which would have done a horse proud and boy, did they know how to use them. All three of them pumped out sperm as if it were going out of style in a creamy stream at each cum burst. All three guys managed a total of 8 shots each and when they were finished, pools of cum were splattered everywhere. And at the release, the megas pumped their NBAs as if to the death; they were indeed the true Alphas so beloved of MuscleCock events. It is doubtful if at any real competition event had ever been seen a better show than these three megas gave at this New Year’s Eve party.  The audience just went wild and the applause went on and on.

Antonio now took to the stage again whilst some assistants mopped up the pools of cum and said.

“Well that was quite a performance and you should all know that to achieve that degree of hand-free orgasm and cum control takes years of hard training. However, for those of us with more modest ambitions, our own cock-ringed trio, Chris, Tony and Trent will now perform the world’s first Fuckathon, before your very eyes. What the hell is a Fuckathon, might well you ask. Well it is an idea proposed a few months ago by someone who signed himself as Imagination in what seems to be the only comment he ever made on the MuscleCock blog site.”

“It was an idea which Chris first noticed and found intriguing and he and his partners, Tony and Trent, decided to practise it and they will now attempt to perform it here on stage.  This is, then, the world premier of what we have chosen to call The Imagination Fukathon in honour of the unknown guy who first suggested it.  He really should be here today to see his idea out into action”

“In his proposal, the writer, Imagination, suggested that two MuscleCock super-studs, sequentially fuck ten different young studs to show them just how much work goes into becoming a top cock. Chris, Tony and Trent are to perform a slightly modified version of the same idea; they will each fuck six, rather than ten NBAs, all of whom have volunteered to take part in this unique event.  In fact, so great was the demand by the NBAs to participate, that the eighteen guys you will see on stage were finally selected from among the numerous applicants, by drawing straws!”

Antonio went on. “The success of the Fuckathon will depend on the ability of the performers to proceed from anus to target anus, maintaining a rock hard cock all the time and giving each supplicant a full load of cum before moving on. Now this requires considerable training, and can, perhaps, best be considered a hands-on version of the Alpha performance we have just seen. These three young studs have been training seriously for the last six months and feel that they now have sufficient cock control as to be able to achieve six cum shots each without stopping”.

By now the stage had been cleaned up and prepared for the Fuckathon. Three long tables had been placed against the back of the stage, with a low padded kneeling rail in front of them.

Antonio then introduced the guys who had volunteered to offer their anuses for this performance. How he had recruited them, we shall never know, but no less than 18 NBAs trooped on to the stage to a tremendous round of applause. These young studs then knelt down in a row and bent their bodies over the table, thus presenting their arses ready for shafting; this was a unique sight to behold; eighteen juicy arses lined up waiting to be fucked; a unique occasion indeed! Antonio had his assistants prelube every arsehole with an injector pack of lube and then announced the appearance of our three young protagonists.

It was now that Simon and I realised for the first time why we had not seen Chris and his buddies when we arrived at the gym. They had remained back stage, as it were, preparing themselves for this, their, event, with a view to making a spectacular entry, which they sure did. On to the stage they trooped, each of them looking like the young Adonis of Greek myth. All three wore a triple cock ring and had both cock and nipples pierced, but to add spice to the whole show, these three young studs had had their beautifully bronzed bodies totally oiled just before they came on stage so that they presented a gleaming, mouth-watering spectacle of male sexuality to the audience, who went wild with applause.

These guys just looked superb and I guess that there was not a guy in the room, gay or straight, who would not, given half a chance, have fucked them into the ground; all three of them were just young male perfection. All three were sporting rock-hard cocks, about 10 inches long, not to compare in size with those we had just seen on the megas but big enough to be the envy of most other guys in the room.

“The stage is yours, boys. The best of luck to you all” said Antonio and with that the Fuckathon began,

Each of the three performers stepped across to the first of his six target arses and without any preliminaries, thrust his rock-hard fuck-stick into the target anus. The NBAs were, of course used to this brutal behaviour, for it was their role in competitions to provide their arses for relief to the competitors coming off stage, whose only desire was to fuck, fuck and fuck again.

The three young studs each fucked his first target anus vigorously, to a pounding beat supplied by the disc jockey. Just looking at the three studs pounding in parallel, it quickly became obvious that Chris was in a class of his own. He was so confident of what he was doing that he regularly withdrew his cock completely only to re-plunge it immediately into his target fuck-hole with increasing ferocity. He was the first to climax and move on to his second target.

And so it went on, each stud moving from anus to anus after each climax. Chris rapidly gained ground on his two pals and by the time he climaxed for the sixth time, thus completing his sequential fuck, his buddies were lagging way behind. But, all credit to all three guys, they all managed to stay the course and give each of the six target arses a good load of cum.

 But the great surprise was what Chris did next. No sooner had he finished with his sixth arsehole on the stage, he immediately stepped down among the spectators with his cock still rock hard and dripping cum and grabbed the first young guy he came to in the front row of the audience. Before this young stud could protest, he found himself impaled by Chris’s cock and Chris, evidently out of control with the tension he had built up during his performance, went on to give this young stud the fuck of his lifetime. As Antonio had warned everyone, tonight was a free-for-all, so it was up to each guy to protect his own arse from the odd stray cock and if anyone got taken unawares, as had the young stud whom Chris had chosen for his post Fuckathon fuck, there could be no recriminations!

With this one unrehearsed act, Chris was already displaying the behaviour of a potential young Alpha and I wondered if this was to be his future? As you might imagine, the audience just went wild. Thus, as Antonio had said, this was a demonstration which showed how with hard work any guy could, within six months of hard training become a hands-on cum-shooter; which is to say that to cum repeatedly, a guy’s  cock has either to be jerked-off manually or to be thrust into a receptive arse, which the professional Alphas did not need to do when on stage. It made one realise just how much training went into becoming a professional MuscleCock Alpha competitor and one had to admire their dedication to the sport.

After these two mind-blowing demos, everything else seemed insignificant. The competition to find the biggest cock was won by an outsider, a guest in fact of one of the regular gym clients. He managed to sport a 15 inch erection, not a world record but well on the way. He was an African American, by the way, which sort of added to our suspicions that Negroes had bigger equipment than we white guys.

We all then saw in the New Year as programmed, by forming three complete circles of anus to cock links with the first man sticking is cock in the last man’s arse to complete the circle. Simon, Chris, Tony, Trent and I formed the beginning of one chain. Antonio himself shafted me and Simon shafted an unknown guy who was the last in the chain to ring the circle. We all attempted to pump rhythmically, but I am not so sure with some 40 guys in each circle that we managed all that well. Anyway, the New Year came in and we all had an orgasm of sorts. In the New Year, the party went on until dawn, but Simon and I left about three o’clock in the morning.

CHAPTER 6

In early January, Chris took off for his college on the West Coast and his two buddies Tony and Trent also moved off to greener pastures. Alas with the mobility of youth, we lost touch with all three young guys and now twelve months later we have heard nothing at all from young Chris, our shy pupil who in a few short weeks became one of the greatest young fuckers of all time. We often thought about his performance in the New Year’s Eve Fuckathon, which had truly been a memorable and unique performance.

The last we heard about Chris was from his father, Mr Newman, whom we continued to service for what proved to be but a brief period longer. He told us that Chris had dropped out of college after three months and had also disappeared from his own radar. So he knew no more about the whereabouts of his son than we did. Mr Newman did say, however, that he thought things were not going too badly for Chris as he had had no demands for money from his son since he dropped out of college. Shortly after that, Mr Newman decided to remarry having remained alone for all those years since his wife’s untimely death. He told us that in view of his impending life style change, he thought it better that he should stop using our services. And so, in a few brief months, we lost touch with both Chris and his father; such is life.

But life is full of surprises and both Simon and I wondered if we would, somehow, come across Chris somewhere unexpected. But when and where, who could tell? For the moment that chapter of our life seemed definitely closed. Simon and I remained together as an item, welded together by an unbelievable mutual attraction of the one for the other and we went on with our escort business which continued to flourish; we were happy and that is really all that matters

For the past three years, Simon and I had always taken a three week vacation break in the New Year on a small Caribbean island, where we had found a congenial gay beach resort, where mandatory nudity was rigorously enforced. We could swim, work out and fuck around in the sun in general and we always came back beautifully tanned from head to toe, feeling fully fit and able to service our regular male escort clients with renewed vigour.  My old New York buddies, Craig, Steve and Jonathan usually went with us on this brief vacation break and the five of us made a very happy group; we always had terrific sex together.

I must just say a word about my relationships with my three New York friends after my teaming up permanently with Simon. As I have observed earlier, the four of us had always had a close relationship, free of all jealousy, as all four of us realised that although we were close friends, that was as far as things were going to go.  We all enjoyed sex with each other, but we had all realised that no two of us were ever going to become an item; we were just very good friends and that was as far as it was going to go.

So, when I found Simon, who turned out to be the love of my life and he and I became an item, my three friends accepted that my relationship with them would forever be changed.  This they all did gracefully as they realised that in finding Simon, I had achieved what each of them would also like to achieve on a personal level; to find that guy with whom they could spend the rest of their lives. Simon got on well with all three guys and they with him so we formed a group of five friends, completely happy with the new status quo with no hint of jealousy: it was a miracle.

The five of us saw each other regularly and we all enjoyed mutual sex.  Variety is the spice of life and both Simon and I enjoyed fucking and being fucked by our three friends.  And for these three guys, I relaxed my golden rule and we did often meet at my apartment. So, these three close friends were the only persons who knew where Simon and I lived; none of our clients were in the picture.

I had foreseen some acrimony with Jonathan, when Simon and I abandoned his gym in favour of the naked facilities offered by the newly opened Big Mac’s Gym.  But Jonathan realised that both Simon and I wanted to pursue a development course which his facility did not offer and he acquiesced gracefully to our departure. And so, at a personal level, Jonathan remained as good a friend as ever and part of our small group of five.

THE END

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Simon and Sebastian in San Francisco