Small Town Mentality

When you live in a small market town, coming out in your teens isn’t an option unless you relish the idea of being ridiculed and bullied. I had known I preferred guys since I had become a teenager and now of drinking age, had two circles of friends made up from guys I went to school with and some I grew up with around my neigbourhood. Of course we are talking a small market town in middle England so the two circles sometimes merged into an oval with some crossover from the two groups.

My gay sex was limited to some exploration at school, a couple of chance encounters in a local park toilets and a slightly embarrassing pick up in a gay bar in Manchester on the one occasion I was in that city alone and staying overnight. Oh, and I forgot that rather nice German guy who I had on a family holiday when he dragged me into his bedroom while his wife was in the spa.

So you figure I’m gay and my friends aren’t. I had a few wanking sessions with Stuart when he was a bit confused and probably horny, and he was now one of the heterosexual group I now called my friends. For a while we were Toby and Stuart, a kind of duo but we slightly drifted when he went off the mutual masturbation thing. I assume he thought I also went off that as well but I didn’t! We don’t discuss those times though I still quite fancy him and the fond memories I had of his larger than normal dick.

Social life had one main common denominator and that was booze. It was a drink and hang about in town, go to town for a drink, drinking at a mate’s house, a party at a mate’s house, a drink and then a visit to the only cinema or staying in and having a drink. Obviously this couldn’t be every night as my finances and my liver were in total agreement that I couldn’t sustain that kind of alcohol intake on a nightly basis.

We weren’t troublemakers and really never went too far so hadn’t yet been barred from any of the local pubs or been moved on by the police for congregating, beer cans in hand, around the benches in the park.

You don’t usually fancy mates as such as most of the conversation centred around who they wanted to bang. Some had done it, a couple had casual girlfriends and one had even left the group to settle down only to return after four weeks saying long-term relationships weren’t for him. I did still fancy Stuart, as I said. He was about 5 feet 8 inches tall, medium build and short hair. He was clean shaven and always seemed to look smarter than any of us. He had constantly smiling face that made him fun to be around. The other one I fancied was Gordon. He came from Scottish stock, and was 5 feet 9 inches tall, thin but with buttocks to die for and best of all, had very ginger hair and a wisp of a ginger beard. I knew he had a sizeable, thin cock with foreskin thanks to casual glances in the toilet and I knew he was permanently horny but never seemed to score much (probably due to his over zealousness).

The reason I single both of those guys out from the crowd is that I did have a little bit of fun with both of them separately, thanks to some help from St. Carslberg, the patron saint of beer drinkers.

Gerry, another of the group, won £10,000 on some lottery thing. Being one of the wiser members he asked us all what he should do to invest it and make it last and we unanimously suggested he have a party at which we could discuss it. It seemed logical so while another of the group’s parents took off to a small villa in the Canary Islands they had rented for 2 weeks, we had both a venue to host the party and a means to fuel it.

It was mainly guys but there were some girls and, of course we all started drinking before the party. Gerry, with his sudden wealth decided to buy Carlsberg Special Brew which he assumed was just a better Carlsberg lager beer. We know now that the alcohol content is somewhat higher but innocence is bliss. It genuinely didn’t take long before the house was awash with blitzed 18 to 20 year olds. Many gave up and staggered home, some passed out and by 11 pm the party was almost over. I am not a big lager beer drinker so had thankfully stayed with white wine which I know isn’t manly but by now you know why.

By midnight I was the last man standing, watching television and surrounded by bodies, curled up on the sofa and floor. It was thankfully summer so all were sleeping happily. One of the guys, Liam, had on a pair of sweat pants and they had ridden down to expose the top of his briefs and further still to show the crack of his buttocks. I think it was that image that made me realise how vulnerable they all were and how sober comparatively, I still was. I walked around and viewed the bodies and then ventured through to the bedrooms. It was then I saw Gordon, my red-headed fantasy, in a double bed alone with all but a single sheet covering him. He had managed to pull off his t-shirt and trousers and clamber into bed. I tried to rouse him but other than a growl, I had no response. My cock decided this could be my moment, dangerous, but possibly a once in a lifetime opportunity.

I stripped down to the same level as Gordon and made a really big thing about wanting somewhere to sleep. I dragged back covers, bounced into the bed, shoved him over almost forceably and pushed my body hard against his back. There was no response. I lay quietly for a minute as Gordon was facing away from me curled into a ball. I pulled back the covers to enjoy the view of his perfect arse covered in tight white underwear, and his crack darkly visible through the fabric. I then slid back a little and placed my hand on his shoulder to pull him on to his back. Firstly there was an automatic resistance. I let him roll back then did it again. Three times and then he just rolled over on to his back and started a gentle snore. Now he was in a position I could use!

Thankfully there was quite a lot of light from a small bedside lamp. I pulled back the sheet and basked in the beauty of his slim body, covered in little freckles, a patch of ginger hair in the middle of his chest and trace from his navel disappearing beneath his tight white briefs. His bulge looked delicious. I gently pressed the palm of my right hand on it and squeezed. I could feel the outline of his cock and the softness of his balls. My left hand was stroking my already hard dick.

I eased the band of his briefs down and exposed the soft cock in all its glory, before tucking the band under his balls. I then dropped my face to his groin and smelt the amazing smell of the male sex! I slipped his soft cock in my mouth and rolled it around, all the while stroking my own stiff cock. This seemed a fruitless exercise as his cock stayed soft until he suddenly breathed deeply as though partly wakening, but then exhaled heavily and went back to his steady gentle snore. Whether that partial wakening, prodded his senses, I don’t know but suddenly his cock acknowledged that someone wanted to play with it and it slowly began to grow in my mouth. Funnily it was a steady growth and inside a minute I had a fully erect, pale skinned cock in my mouth. I gripped it and started to suck him up and down. His penis really enjoyed it and let me know with a little trickle of pre-cum as a reward.

Gordon looked so vulnerable on his back, his legs apart and his wonderful cock sticking straight up from his ginger pubic patch. I took a few photos with my phone while I had the chance and managed a short video clip of my hand on his cock and then my mouth wrapped around it.

I gently climbed up and sat astride him, taking his cock and mine in hand to rub them together. The sensation was unbelievable and a bigger surprise was to come along when his cock squirted cum all over my pubic hair. The quantity was mind boggling and gave me quite a shock as I realised I was going to have to do something to mop up the liquid now pouring off me and back on to Gordon’s body. I jumped off, running around the room and thankfully found some wet wipes. I had to be careful mopping but since his climax hadn’t wakened him I assumed the mopping up wouldn’t either.

I was so horny, so took a few more pictures of him and then stood over his body wanking like mad until I shot a stream of cum over my cupped hand and on to the floor. I ran my cum laden finger on his lips in a perverted moment before cleaning myself. I decided to abandon the idea of sleeping with him in case he remembered any part of it as I would then be the only suspect. I found a corner of the lounge and had a fitful sleep.

He didn’t remember and it all seemed like a dream until I looked at my phone!

The situation with Stuart was similar in some ways but not quite the same scenario at with Gordon where I seduced him by taking full advantage of his drunken state. As I said, Stuart and I had a little bit of hormonal sexual fun later in our teens than could be put down to adolescence but he was quick to put it down to just that. His heterosexual status was constantly being advertised to us all. I must admit I sometimes wondered if he tried a bit too hard to make sure we knew how straight he was. I always thought he still suspected that though he had grown out of it, I hadn’t! He never said anything or commented, I presume because if I was exposed I might then tell people of his misdemeanors. I wouldn’t do that but he didn’t know that!

My encounter with him was just a couple of months ago. A five-some night out had somehow dwindled with one guy going with his girlfriend instead, one having to attend a family event and the third being dragged away to family funeral out of town. We were gong to cancel but Stuart said we should just go together like old times.

Stuart was plain and sexy. What I am saying is if I described him it wouldn’t get your juices going but in real life he was as sexy as fuck. We hadn’t been completely together since we were hanging out as mates but it didn’t take long for us to be goofing and joking around like old times. Stuart had been going out with a number of different girls and had bragged about how far he had managed with each, in turn. At the moment he was single.

“Ok then Toby,” said Stuart, looking as serious as anyone could after his fourth pint, “Are you going out with anyone now?”

“Nope,” said I, “Still single old Toby. I can’t seem to find Miss Right. Mind you neither have you.”

“At least I’ve had some fun trying,” he retorted.

“But none have hit the golden spot, I suppose,” I said.

“True!” he said.

The banter continued, me on my wine and him on his beer. We were drunk enough but not plastered. Put it this way, I had been a lot worse.

“Why not come back to mine,” said Stuart, “Dad’s on night shift and sister is out being shagged by her latest man. We can have a nightcap!”

With the lack of judgement normally associated with too much alcohol, this seemed like a wonderful idea and off we went. His house was much closer to the town centre anyway so a quick call home to say I was crashing at Stuart’s and all was set.

We had the drink, and then a coffee before we climbed into Stuart’s big king bed and promptly fell asleep.

I wasn’t sure of the time but something woke me. I lay for a second not sure what before I realised Stuart’s hand was lying flat on my thigh. I was in hipster briefs and a t-shirt so just assumed he had rolled and brushed against me. It was nice anyway so I just lay and enjoyed the warmth when his hand moved a little higher. I was on my back and I sensed Stuart was on his side facing me, and using his right hand. Now this WAS interesting!

I was struggling not to get an erection, just in case it was innocent and he was just moving around in his sleep. A 7 inch stiff cock might just be enough to waken and scare the shit out of him. His hand now lay flat on the front of my briefs covering my cock and balls. There was now no chance of avoiding an erection and my cock was growing at an alarming rate, threatening to push it’s way out of my briefs. This, I assume, was what Stuart wanted as he started to trace the line of my fully swollen cock through my briefs. I could sense by his breathing, he was trying not to “waken” me. He had no idea I was fully awake and desperate to see where this was going.

I tried to sound as though I was in a deep sleep, taking even breaths and even making the odd movement let him know my “unconscious” body was liking what was happening to it. Emboldened by my condition, he started to ease my cock out through the side of my pants and then wrapped the band backwards to release my balls as well. Slowly, he peeled back the duvet to expose me fully. There was a stillness then he moved again, and I felt him lower himself down the bed until I could feel his breath on my cock. It stiffened further in eager anticipation.

When his mouth enveloped it, the sensation was amazing. When we had done our gay thing a few years back it was purely mutual masturbation so the most I had managed with Stuart was to grip his cock and wank him off. This was a whole new area and a delightful one at that. His hot, wet mouth, was sucking like a pro, swallowing most of my cock and then slurping to the top, his tongue licking around under my foreskin.

I groaned and he jumped back. I quickly feigned deep breathing again and he regained his confidence. I wanted to see how far he would go and that is why I didn’t let on. He gently eased my cock back into my briefs and then took the elastic band and slid them down to my thighs, exposing fully, my cock and balls. Next I felt him drop his pants and peel them off. He climbed up and straddled me, leg on either side, and held both our cocks together to masturbate.

“Please don’t make me cum,” I repeated in my head.

The feel of his hard cock against mine was almost too much and I hoped he was going to do more and not just wank on me. He sat there for some time. I assume enjoying the sensation of cock and balls on cock and balls before he slid off to kneel upright at my side, I assume looking at me, and my exposed cock.

I felt his breath near my face and his lips pressed to mine. Ever so gently, he kissed my lips, pressing his tongue slightly inside. I so much wanted to grab the back of his head and explore his mouth properly but still wanted to see where he wanted to go. His hand caressed my body, gently rubbing over it, then he got out of bed.

I prayed he wasn’t going to the toilet to finish himself off!

He returned quite quickly and again took my still stiff cock in his hand. There was a feeling of wetness in it. My first thought was than he had cum and was rubbing it on my cock but he then took his hand away and there was nothing for a minute before I again felt him climb in the bed and straddle me. This time he was lower.

He took my cock in his hand and then I felt the tip being pressed.

“Surely he wasn’t going to make me fuck him?”

I felt the head break through his sphincter and he moaned in ecstasy, pushing my cock in without even taking his time. He started to ride up and down, I assume all caution had gone out of the window as his hormones had kicked in. I wasn’t going to last now. I was aware from the odd flicker of vision I could risk in the dim room, that he was wanking as he rode and my cock exploded inside him. I know he knew what I had done and it took all my strength not to scream with the orgasm. His cum splashed over my chest and even my chin.

As he ran around saying, “Bugger, bugger,” I assume trying to find some means of mopping up, my thought was, that if I had genuinely been asleep, that last ride would have woken a corpse, yet he still thought he had gotten away with it.

I let him clean me and climb back into bed, quickly falling asleep. I lay there awake for some time, not sure what all this meant and, more importantly, wondering how I could get more, preferably while we were both really awake!

Stuart was fine in the morning, though looking a little sheepish. I got the feeling he was waiting for me to comment on something I may have felt but I just stayed my normal happy self. I was full in the knowledge that Stuart had a bellyful of my sperm.

I couldn’t broach the subject as I wasn’t sure if it was just the actions of a horny guy who took an opportunity or whether there was more to it.

Two weeks later and Stuart called me to say his parents were away for the weekend and did I fancy getting a few beers in and we could hang out at his place. I happily agreed but he was not going to find me quite so “asleep” this time around!!

On the night, it was almost like a date! He had set some salads on the table and had pizza in the oven. He had even bought 3 bottles of my favourite wine. It was a bit gay, even to my eyes but he didn’t seem to see it.

“I thought we might as well make a night of it,” he said, nodding to the table.

“Hey that’s cool Stuart,” I said. “Thanks for making the effort. I can’t wait to get some of that cold Sauvignon Blanc over my throat though.”

“Yeh, I got some red,” he said. “If you can’t beat them...etc.”

The night was really great. Everything from watching a movie to playing games and I really enjoyed it though I was wondering if he was going to try again. At one stage when we were on the Xbox he sat right beside me, legs touching and I found it really hot!

I decided to feign tiredness again as he wasn’t giving any sexual signs whatsoever. He was a bit drunk though. He staggered to the bathroom to get ready for bed and I heard him showering. He said it was to sober him up but I wondered.

“I might do the same,” I said when he came out with a towel wrapped around him.

I was drunker than I wanted to be but adrenaline was keeping my mind clearer than it should have been. I also came out wearing a towel. We had a couple more drinks and headed for his room.

“Are you ok in here?” he asked. “You could sleep in mum and dad’s bed but I haven’t changed the sheets.”

“I’m VERY happy here,” I said emphasising the ‘very.’

I decided to “fall asleep” again. My heart was pounding as I had no idea if it had been a one off or he really had plans for me. He had left a low light on in the room which made me think he was up to something. After 15 minutes I started to breathe as though sleeping. I could feel him fidget so I knew he was awake. It took him a long 30 minutes before I felt his hand crawling towards me. My cock was rigid. I had tried to keep it down but it just wasn’t going to happen. He snuggled up to my leg and pressed himself against me and I felt his stiff cock against my thigh.

He whispered my name, quietly first, then slightly louder. Happy that I was sleeping his hand started to explore and his discovery of my hard cock caused a gasp of surprise.

I assume he thought his earlier ministrations had caused the erection. Little did he know it had been like that for almost 30 minutes waiting in anticipation of his touch. He stroked my cock. He was more confident this time, I assume he thought that since it had worked so well last time it he could be a little less cautious this time. I had no underwear on so he had a clear run. He pulled back the covers and exposed me. I could hear him gasp as his hands explored me. Once more, he sat astride me, leaning forward to kiss my neck and cheeks. His right hand took my cock and placed it against his hole. He rubbed the head up and down on his anus and leaned forward to kiss me. I could feel he had already rubbed some lubricant in it as the head of my cock was pressing against his opening.

As before it was a gentle kiss to the lips, his tongue just lightly probing inside but I opened my mouth and his tongue slid straight inside. I could an intake of breath as it happened and, stupidly I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards me. As he jerked back in shock, my cock slid straight inside his hole and he moaned. I pushed upwards to hold it there.

“Start riding!” I commanded.

He obeyed and was soon like a bucking bronco groaning as he sat on my hard cock. I held his hips to ensure he didn’t slow down or try to withdraw as I, once more, pulled the back his head down to my mouth and kissed him deeply and passionately. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths and he held his cock in his hand wanking as he rode me.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” He said.

It was just as well as my cock exploded inside his arse just as a jet of cum arced across my chest and blasted on my face and hair. Boy could that guy cum!

As we climbed down from the intense, short session he looked at me and said, “You were awake weren’t you?”

My smirk gave it away.

“You wouldn’t have done it if I had seemed to be awake, would you?”

“No,” he said. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have used you like that!”

“Sorry? If that’s the only way I can get sex with you, I’ll do it any time. I thought you only wanted girls!”

“And I thought you only wanted girls,” He replied.

“Shit, we’ve wasted a lot of time, haven’t we?” I said. “There’s a lot of catching up to do.”

With that, he climbed into bed, put his arms around me and said, “It’s going to be fun making up for lost time though.”