Steve and Kyle

An Erotic Story of Two Young Men

Foreword

The writer of erotic stories has usually nothing but the written word to describe his characters. Gone are the days when novelists commissioned artists to produce sketches to illustrate their works. In this present story, in which the events which take place and the characters themselves are both totally imaginary, I have done my best as a word-smith to infuse life into the various key characters, for this is a story of the intimate lives of two young, gay men. However as both they and their friends are all exceptionally gorgeous examples of virile, young, gay, manhood, the likes of whom we hardly ever see in real life, it occurred to me that this was a story which truly would benefit from a series of illustrations of at least the key dramatis personae: to add flesh to the bones, so to speak..

Someone once said somewhere: “One picture is worth a thousand words.” Well I do not have any pictures of my imaginary characters; nor if I did could I insert them into this narrative; however, this observation gave me the idea of making reference to another blog site which is dedicated purely to photos of truly extraordinary muscular and virile men often in pure pornographic poses, all of whom have exceptional, sexual endowments, the likes of which stretch the imagination far beyond its limits.

The name of the site is IFNB: The International Federation of Naked Bodybuilders, which is the vivid, imaginative creation of an unknown group of bloggers, who remain totally anonymous but who purport to report on the activities of a non-existent organisation called the IFNB. This a tour-de-force of creativity which is so real it is almost believable; but it is all fake and any attempt to trace either the IFNB or any of the named characters that appear in its reports, leads nowhere. However the site does provide a treasure trove of hundreds of shots of over-muscled and sexually over-endowed young men among whom are occasionally to be found a number of photos of young men with beautifully ripped, muscular bodies and sexual endowments, which though always generous are just believable; by this I mean they could just be real life people. This gave me the idea of using this site to select young studs that I thought might be role models for my key characters in the story of Steve and Kyle. It is a poor second to having pictures in the text of the story itself, but beggars cannot be choosers and I hope that it will add a touch of physical reality to the characters and make them more real. And so Dear Reader, if you log on to the site:

https://ifnb.blogspot.com

and select the references below, you will find there a series of photo-shots of muscular, young men whom, in my mind’s eye, I see as the incarnation of my key characters.

The key characters in this story are four in number: Mike and Kyle themselves; Erik, Kyle’s friend at work and Benjamin, whom Mike and Kyle meet on their vacation at The Golden Sands Resort & Spa, a male-only naked beach resort located in Key-West in Florida. I have also selected a shot of three over-blown muscle-cocks, which you can take as typical of the twelve professional performers who give the live sex show on New Year’s Eve at the The Golden Sands Resort where Steve and Kyle are on vacation.

Once logged onto the site, on the right-hand tab, select the year 2016. Then scroll down several screens of photos of unbelievable naked muscle-cocks to the date 9/19/2016 to locate:

POWERDONG MUSCLE CLASSIC 2016 -3

The two naked, young studs you see there are the role models for Steve – on the left – and Kyle – on the right.

Now do the same for year 2013 and date 6/21/2013 to locate:

AMATEUR RUMBLE 10

where Bayle Norton is my role model for Erik.

Then do the same for year 2015 and date 1/06/2015 to locate:

2104 MR. ALPHA, JR ALPHA & ALPHAFEST EXPO 1

where you will find a stud called Greg Stone who is exactly how I imagine Benjamin to be.

I have selected these guys as role modules for my three key characters in this story from among the hundreds of overdeveloped and oversexed studs who are the subject of this site, as being among the very few shown who could be real people. I chose a very elegant young man, Greg Stone, as Benjamin’s doppelganger as I wanted to distinguish his sexual attractions from those of Steve and Kyle. Benjamin is the quintessence of elegance and has an incredibly attractive penis which any gay man would, I think, be delighted to sample in action.

Finally go to the year 2016, date 12/27/2016 to locate

POWERDONG MUSCLE CLASSIC 2016 -21

which shows a shot of three IFNB, typically humongous muscle-cocks: Joff Ballo, Carlos Monza and Gerard Bouchelle, with just off to the right another IFNB star, J. K. Roher. The guys you see in this photo are typical of the twelve IFNB professionals who gave the New Year’s Eve live-sex stage show of at the The Golden Sands Resort and will give you a better idea of the extraordinary equipment these studs brought to the show they gave on stage.

Feel free to look through the numerous photos on the IFNB report and select the studs who in your imagination performed in the live, gay-sex show on stage on New Year’s Eve. As I said, many of the illustrations stretch the imagination to – and even beyond – its limits

But let me leave you with what the French would call a Bonne Bouche. The reference given below and the shot of Carlos Monza you will find there simply blows your mind away – at least it did that to me when I first saw it

Date 1/15/2105: MR. ALPHA JR. ALPHA & ALPHAFEST EXPO 14

In this shot. Monza shows himself to be a muscle-cock, Grand Cru Hors Classe, to borrow an expression from the French.

And now to the story of Steve and Kyle; it’s a short novel or a very long short story, so read it a chapter at a time. I hope you enjoy it.

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CHAPTER 1

Kyle Sinclair, the main character – let us call him the hero – of this story, is a Chicagoan; active, young, muscular, sexually superbly equipped and totally gay. Kyle comes from a working class family living in the western suburbs of the city and has never paid much attention to learning anything at school, which, when he was eighteen he left rather precipitously in mid-term without the customary high-school diploma. However, as we shall see, Kyle left school with many attractive physical attributes and very quickly became an expert a young practitioner of the art of gay sex, which was to become the dominant factor in his future career.

Kyle’s father had died quite suddenly of a heart attack when Kyle was only three years old. Two years after her first husband’s death, when Kyle was just five, his mother had then married a local garage mechanic by the name of John Roberts. Kyle’s mother and her new husband had quickly gone on and produced twin daughters together. To say that Kyle and his stepfather did not get on together was putting it mildly. By the time Kyle was fourteen, the two of them, stepfather and stepson, hated each other heartily and Kyle could barely wait for the day when he became eighteen and could escape from what for him was a very unhappy home life.

Kyle’s stepfather was a man of rather violent disposition who drank too much, swore a lot and was not averse to belting Kyle’s naked ass at the slightest opportunity. His stepfather would send Kyle to his bedroom, make him drop his pants, lie ass-naked across the bed and would then tan the lad’s naked backside with a very heavy leather belt which he kept handy, hanging on a hook on the lad’s bedroom door; so the poor Kyle slept permanently in the shadow of the very instrument of punishment which all too frequently sent him to bed nursing a very sore ass. Kyle’s mother, totally dependent upon her second husband for support, urged her son to try to behave better towards his stepfather, whose side in any of the frequent arguments between the two, she always seemed to take. So Kyle had no great regard for either parent; nor for that matter for either of his two younger half sisters, neither of whom he particularly liked; in short, Kyle felt completely unloved or cared about by anyone; which, in fact, he was.

In his own mind he had firmly decided that when he left home that would be that. To put his thoughts into deeds, he did not need to be told by his stepfather never to darken the family doorstep again as that was an act, which of his own volition, he had every intention of never ever doing; when he finally left home, it would be forever.

By the time he had reached the age of eighteen, Kyle had already realised that he was attracted more towards members his own sex than towards girls. Kyle was handsome and well developed physically to a fault and, not surprisingly, Kyle’s female classmates found him a highly attractive sexy-looking proposition. However given his own, as yet undeclared and totally unexercised sexual proclivities, they were wasting their time as he had no interest at all in fraternising with members of the opposite sex, no matter how attractive and willing they were.

Kyle shared with no one, his secret admiration of the older, more muscular and sexually well equipped young jocks, who dominated the school’s various sports teams. He just took every opportunity he could to admire such young studs and hoped that he one day he himself might look like them. And so from age fifteen onwards, Kyle had become a dedicated body-builder and taken every opportunity he could to use the school’s gym to work-out and build up his own body; and like so many others before him he had been bitten by the body-building bug; so as he grew older he became obsessed with his physique and appearance. He had a definitive narcissistic streak in his makeup and at home, in the privacy of his own room, he would spend considerable time stripped naked admiring himself in front of a large mirror.

By the time he was reached the aged of eighteen and was in his final year at school, it is safe to say that, by dint of hard work, Kyle had turned himself into a breathtakingly handsome young man. Kyle was 6ft in height and now aged just eighteen weighed about 210 lbs. Although given to regular workouts in the gym, striving to hone his body to the pinnacle of physical perfection, he had been very sensible in his approach to his muscular development and had completely avoided the use of drugs and muscle-building anabolic steroids; as a result of this Kyle, now approaching the first flush of young manhood, had developed a breathtakingly handsome, ripped, muscular body on which there was not the slightest trace of fat. His individual muscles were all well defined and exquisitely proportioned and were in no way comparable to the overblown, ballooning muscles of professional bodybuilders who strive for maximum muscle size and inflate their physiques with anabolic steroids until they look totally ridiculous.

Kyle was also very well equipped sexually; nature had endowed the young man with a penis, which like those of most young American men of his generation, had been circumcised in early infancy. His well balanced cock now measured, even when totally soft, a very generous seven inches in length and two inches in diameter, or over six inches in circumference and had that very desirable rubbery quality, which meant that it hung, even when flaccid, in a very attractive curve over a pair of well proportioned balls which were held, quite naturally, very high. Add to this the fact that a total lack of distracting foreskin – he had been perfectly circumcised as a baby – set in relief a magnificently rimmed cock-head; so when stripped naked in the showers Kyle was a mouth-wateringly sexy young man, with a cock, of which the size alone made most of his fellow classmates green with envy.

Aged eighteen as he now was, Kyle, in spite of his sexy super-attractiveness, was still a virgin; he was basically a shy person, a loner whose only sexual practice until now had been jerking-off – always in private; he had never even indulged, as many lads do, in any joint masturbation sessions when cock sizes were compared and sexual exploits, either real or imaginary, were discussed; and he had no real idea whether any of his contemporaries at school were of the same sexual inclination as himself. He thought that he was probably the only potentially gay guy in his class as the inevitable endless discussions ad nauseam about sex by his male contemporaries all revolved around their supposed exploits with members of the opposite sex. Truth to tell most of them were probably still as virginal as Kyle himself was.

He was more or less convinced that he was a unique case at school: the only potential, let us call it, gay-in-waiting, as in spite of the envious looks he received from his male classmates in the showers on account of his own exceptional sexual endowment, no one had ever made a sexual move on him – nor he on them it must be added. In fact, in spite of his sexy, good-looks, Kyle Sinclair was a loner: he had no close friends either inside our outside of school. He was more or less convinced that the looks he received from his classmates were motivated more by envy of his sexual endowment rather than by sexual desire. After all, what young stud does not desire to have a large cock: the ultimate sign of virility?

It was not as though Kyle did not know what gay men did sexually with each other. A serious student he may not have been, but like most lads of his modern generation he was an ardent user of the internet and he had, like all his contemporaries, surfed the infinitely endless gay-sex sites which the net hosts and which are readily available for free to all-comers. So it was not as if Kyle did not know what the sex-life of a gay man involved; it was just that he he himself had not yet entered into it. So Kyle found himself in that invidious position of wanting to have sex with another man, but with no one whom he had actually yet met and was so timid that he did not know how to take the first step to get started. However, things do have a way of arranging themselves for the best and Kyle’s case was not to prove intractable for long.

CHAPTER 2

Kyle was one of the leading football players in the school’s senior team that competed regularly against other similar schools in the Chicago area. As already mentioned Kyle was a very athletic and strong young stud with a faintly vicious streak and he was not averse to giving what he always hoped would be an un-noticed jab in the ribs to any member of the opposing side who offended him. This was ultimately to prove not only his undoing but also, in a way, his salvation, as it was to be his gateway into the joys of gay sex. His school’s football coach, who was also the school’s physical education instructor, was a guy with the unpronounceable Polish family name of Szczanszczanitsky. At first sight one wondered if his parents might have had a Scrabble set with an excess of the letter, C, S and Z and had somehow felt they needed to use them all.

Szczepan Szczanszczanitsky, in spite of his tongue twister names, both of which had been, in fact, those of his immigrant grandfather, who had never really learned to speak other than broken English, was a typical mid-westerner: an all-American boy who spoke no Polish at all. He had had the good sense to adopt the pseudonym of Steve Shanit, which is how everyone knew him. Steve himself was only twenty-two years old and had been lucky as when fresh out of college he had obtained the post of head sports-teacher at Kyle’s high school. Let’s face it; the working-class suburban township in which the school was located was not one which many teachers fancied working. In spite of his youth, Steve Shanit was quite strict with the lads he was teaching. The American preferred implement of corporal punishment, the pierced paddle, was in regular use at the school for correcting errant boys and Steve Shanit himself became a noted purveyor of sore asses to any boys whom he deemed needed disciplining. An invitation to visit him in his office was not one which most boys received with much pleasure as they inevitably left nursing very painful backsides.

Physically well set-up, Steve, only four years older than Kyle, his pupil, was himself a sexually highly attractive young man; in his own way he was as attractive as Kyle; and as he was frequently dressed in sports kit, which often included a pair of tight shorts that emphasised his own obviously generous sexual endowment, Kyle, the reluctant virgin with eyes only for other men, found his teacher, Steve, a highly attractive-looking, sexual proposition. Not that he ever showed his interest in any overt sort of way or made any advances to Steve himself. Frankly, shrinking violet as he was, he would not really have known how to begin; but just looking at Steve made Kyle’s cock start to perk up between his legs; and as the young man was now learning, totally inexperienced though he was, a man’s cock knows its own mind and takes little account of what its owner might be thinking; or perhaps better put tells it owner what he should be thinking. And so very often Kyle found himself in the embarrassing position – and who among us has not had the same experience under similar circumstances – with a partially aroused piece of uncontrollable flesh between his legs, brought on by the sight of Steve in his sports kit. Steve became for him a sort of unattainable goal; not you understand that Kyle really knew where the goal truly was or what he might do when he was finally able to take a shot at it.

But what Kyle did not know – nor anyone else at the school for that matter – was that Steve Shanit himself was an active gay: in fact, Steve was a very active gay indeed! Like Kyle he too had realised by the time he was eighteen that he was gay; he had gone on when he left school and was at college, free from his parents’ eyes, to develop a very active gay life. Foot-loose and fancy-free as he was at the moment, he had until now kept his sex-life completely divorced from his teaching activities at the school. The City of Chicago provided any gay man with ample opportunity to exercise his sexual proclivities to the full; and so although basically attracted to several of the final year students as he inevitably was, he had until now managed to discipline himself and not allow himself to succumb to the temptations of the flesh which many of these young men so obviously offered. That was, of course, until he finally became aware of Kyle Sinclair.

Steve Shanit, who was quite a perceptive type with highly-tuned antennae, quickly saw that Kyle had eyes for him. This was not the first time that a student had had a crush on him; but in this case, the attraction was mutual; in a word, Steve Shanit found Kyle Sinclair an unbelievably attractive sexual proposition. But for quite a while nothing happened, as Steve managed to stick to his principles that his sex-life and his school career should not become intertwined.

And so things remained until that fateful Friday afternoon when Kyle jabbed a member of the visiting football team in the ribs so savagely that the poor lad had to be carried off the pitch in agony. Passed off at the moment as an unfortunate accident, Steve, a keen observer, knew otherwise. He knew that he had observed Kyle commit what he was an act of unprovoked violence against one of the opposing team’s members and being himself somewhat of a no-nonsense disciplinarian; retribution was swift in coming to Kyle for his sins. So Steve had already decided that he would make Kyle pay for his action by giving him a sore ass the pain of which he would remember for a long time.

So the stage was set, totally innocently and albeit unthinkingly, for a one-on-one meeting between Kyle, the final year pupil aged eighteen, and Steve Shanit, his sports teacher aged twenty-two, whose only intention at the time was to tan Kyle’s ass in retribution for his delinquent behaviour during the match. But as we all know, as Robert Burns the Scottish poet said: The best-laid plans of mice and men oft go astray; which is exactly what they did in the present case.

The school’s team returned from the football pitch and went to the showers where Steve Shanit was waiting for them. Although he had long admired Kyle Sinclair from a distance, he had never actually observed the lad closely totally naked. But on this occasion, sporting his undoubtedly magnificent sexual endowment in front of his peers in the showers, Steve was totally blown away by the size of Kyle’s sexual accoutrements: his cock and balls, both of which were by any standards a magnificent sight, were especially attractive when seen through the trained eyes of a gay observer such as Steve who suddenly found himself automatically assessing how they might perform their manifest destiny if given the right opportunity. He felt himself hardening inside his own shorts as he watched Kyle drying himself off after his shower. Try as one might, the power of sexual attraction is such that it often takes precedence over common sense; and this is exactly what was about to happen.

“Sinclair; get a move on and get dressed and then report immediately to my office,” Steve barked at Kyle. “You and I have some business to transact before they day is out. So move your butt young man, and get around to my office on the double.”

Kyle really had not the slightest idea why he had been summoned by Steve Shanit; but as Steve was the master in charge and he the pupil, he could do none other than obey the order. Kyle’s ass was no stranger at all to the doubtful joy of interfacing with the paddle, an instrument of punishment which was in regular use at the school where its greatest single exponent was the principal, a rather sour, old-school type of master called Mr. Edgar Schmitt. Although never particularly overjoyed to be sent to the principal’s office for a paddling, Kyle took such events in his stride as even a ten stroke paddling across his clothed ass was nowhere near as painful as the sort of bare assed beltings he regularly suffered from his stepfather.

CHAPTER 3

Kyle had never before been in Steve Shanit’s office and as he entered and stood in front of the sports master who was sitting behind his desk, he saw to one side what was obviously a professionally built paddling horse with a padded leather top and legs. The top, he saw at a glance, could be adjusted to accommodate boys of different heights in what was the perfect position to have their asses addressed with the paddle. And as if the confirm its purpose in life, lying there ready for use on top of the horse was the paddle itself, the likes of which Kyle had never seen before. This paddle was about twelve inches long by four wide and a good inch thick; it was drilled with a number of largish holes to ensure that when it mated with its target – the unfortunate lad’s ass – the force of the blow was not attenuated by a cushion of trapped air. Add to this the fact that the handle, which on most regular school punishment paddles was just long enough to be gripped firmly by the hand of the person administering the beating, in this case was at least twelve inches long; one did not need to be a genius to realise that this was a formidable weapon which moved the traditional American school act of corporal punishment to a whole new level. The longer handle coupled with the holes ensured that each and every swipe with this wicked looking implement really made every stroke deliver considerable pain.

As he took in his new surroundings, Kyle was still unclear of the reason for his summons or whether the obviously apparent paddle was destined for him or not; however he was soon to find out. As he stood nervously in front of Steve Shanit, his sports master – and secret idol – he wondered what was to happen. But like all school lads in his present position, he had that sense of foreboding which goes with any summons to appear before a higher authority and felt rather nervous; in fact, not to put to fine a point on it, he felt very nervous indeed.

“Sinclair; I think you know why you are here today.” Kyle, of course, had not the faintest idea of why he was there and said nothing. “Sinclair, I have been observing your behaviour on the football field for quite some time now and I have to say boy, that you have a tendency to display certain very unsporting traits to members of the opposing side. Now I agree that football is a rough sort of sport and that players expect and accept that they will receive certain rather painful blows during any game; but you, young man, seem to go out of your way in every match to make sure that some member of the opposing team gets a totally uncalled-for blow of some sort delivered by you. In a word Sinclair, you seem to have a certain inbuilt malicious intent to inflict pain on some member of the opposing side. I do hope that this is not the first manifestation of a tendency towards sadism. Had it been on one occasion, just one incident, then I would have thought nothing of it; but I have observed you now during several games and I have seen quite clearly that you always manage to inflict some sort of uncalled-for blow on some member of other team. And as you yourself must be aware, your actions reached an intolerable level in today’s match when the young man whom you jabbed violently in the ribs had to be carried off the pitch.”

“Now don’t try to deny your actions, Sinclair, as I have watched you for several months now. But today’s incident reached the level where I think you have to be called to account for your viciousness: an unenviable quality and which I now propose to thrash out of you. And so Sinclair, I am going to give you what you will find is probably the most painful paddling you have ever had in your life: a paddling which you richly deserve. I know that for one reason or another you have been a regular visit to the principal’s office for punishment, but I think you will find that what I have in mind for you is an experience you will never wish to repeat. Take of your trousers and pants and let me see your bare ass across that horse there. Get your backside well up in the air boy, and keep perfectly still whilst I give you ten swats with the paddle.”

Kyle had listened to Stan Shanit with mild indifference until the very end: that awful moment when the axe finally fell. Now suddenly he was to be paddled, not in itself anything that normally frightened him excessively; but today was different; he was to be punished on his bare ass which was something he had never before experienced at school; and moreover the paddle to hand looked really vicious. But the worst thing of all was to be told to strip off and expose himself in front of Steve Shanit. It was one thing to be naked in the showers with the rest of the team, but to strip off practically naked in private in front of his sports master was a frightening proposition

The problem was, as we all already know, that Kyle was an enormous admirer of Steve Shanit; and just the fact of being in his presence as he was receiving the verbal dressing down had caused his own hyper-active cock to start on its upward journey; and now, faced with what he had been told to do, his cock was already rock hard. This had been exacerbated by the fact the Steve Shanit himself was wearing just a pair of tight-fitting gym shorts and a skimpy vest as he had torn a strip of Kyle. This had greatly increased the sexual arousal which Kyle always felt when he was in the presence of the sports master and had resulted in the now enormous erection which he was being forced to reveal. And as Kyle hesitated to obey the order he had been given he saw that the bulge in the crotch of Steve Shanit’s tight shorts was getting ever bigger and that a few damp spots were already showing through to the outside indicating that Steve himself was also sexually excited by the occasion. Inexperienced in sexual matters as he was, Kyle was nevertheless sufficiently alert to realise that he was the root cause of Steve’s clear sexual arousal.

So already, before Kyle had managed to present his naked ass to Steve for his paddling, the atmosphere between the two of them was electric. Whether Steve had realised the effect that a one-on-one meeting with Kyle would produce the effect which both of them now were experiencing, we shall never know. Suffice it to say that by the time Kyle finally got out of his pants and across the paddling horse, both young men, for Kyle at eighteen was no longer a boy, were in a state of high sexual tension and something had to give. Kyle was metaphorically shitting bricks with embarrassment at what he had been told to do and near to pissing himself with fear as he bent over the dreaded horse and gave Steve Shanit a perfect view of his naked ass.

But what was extraordinary in this situation is that neither of the young men really knew that the other was gay. Kyle, as we already know, was what has been described as a gay-in-waiting; waiting for an as yet unknown someone to take him in hand and initiate him into the undoubted pleasures of gay sexual intercourse. He greatly admired Steve Shanit; but even now, he had no idea that his sports teacher was gay. Steve Shanit on the other hand was, as we know, a confirmed and active gay, who was now totally blown away by the sexual attractiveness of his pupil Kyle as he prepared to paddle his ass; but he was completely unaware of the fact that Kyle was just hoping that someone would one day take him sexually in hand and show him the ropes.

William Wordsworth an English poet at the turn of the eighteenth-nineteenth century had written the following lines:

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty.

These words had been written by Wordsworth in reference to the then marvellous view of the City of London with St. Paul’s Cathedral and the numerous spires of Sir Christopher Wren’s many churches as seen from Westminster Bridge: the bridge adjacent to the now long-gone, original medieval Palace of Westminster: the seat of the British Government.

Well at that precise moment in time, those very words were, in the mind of Steve Shanit, who was, somewhat surprisingly, himself a great lover of poetry, equally applicable to the magnificent half-naked figure of Kyle Sinclair as he prepared himself to present his bare ass across the beating horse to be paddled. This was the first time that Steve had actually seen the full male glory of Kyle in private; and now moved by the sheer majesty of Kyle’s rock-hard cock surmounting a magnificent pair of balls, he just knew that things between them were to go way beyond a simple corrective paddling. Steve could think of no other occasion when he had been so totally overcome with lust for another man.

He had never ever before allowed his sex life to become entangled with his activities as a school teacher. But he knew in his heart of hearts that that golden rule would shortly be thrown out of the window; he just knew that he wanted to fuck and in turn be fucked by Kyle Sinclair; there was just no way was that he going to allow Kyle to escape unfucked from the present situation. Such are the feelings which sex is capable arousing on first sight in a human being. He fervently hoped that Kyle would be a willing partner; but his feelings were just so strong that he knew that if push came to shove, he risked losing control of himself and might well finish up raping the young man. As all these thoughts passed through Steve’s mind, he was still totally unaware of the fact that Kyle was still a virgin.

“Come on Sinclair; get on with it and get your naked ass across that horse there and be quick about it; otherwise I shall add extra swats to the ten you are already getting”

Finally Kyle had realised that he had no alternative but to do as he had been ordered and with great embarrassment finally shed his lower garments exposing his all to his sports teacher. By this time, Kyle’s all was mightily impressively arrayed; he was sporting a truly enormous, rock hard erection which, held at an angle of 45 degrees to his body with his pair of tightly held balls beneath it, Kyle’s sexual kit resembled a field cannon on its wheeled carriage. By the time Kyle had finally bent over the paddling horse he was grateful that the soft, padded-leather covering of the horse allowed him to sandwich his still totally rampant cock firmly between the side of the horse and his own body.

He felt Steve lay the paddle across the middle of his two buns; then for a few seconds it was no longer there; then for a split second he heard the ominous whine of the paddle as it descended rapidly towards its target, the air whistling through the drillings before it came to a shuddering stop as it landed with an enormous thwack, slap in the middle of his naked ass. Kyle had had many paddlings in his time at the school but never one even vaguely as painful as this. That extra long handle ensured that the paddle had a greater terminal, radial velocity as it reached its target and the drillings did their duty and ensured that there was no cushion of air to soften the blow as the wood mated with his naked ass. And so the kinetic energy of every blow of the paddle was converted, by the laws of physics, into unbelievably intense pain.

Kyle had never ever felt anything even vaguely in the same league. As stroke followed stroke, he attempted to avoid crying out with the pain which was being administered; but after the fourth stroke he could no longer contain himself and howled like a young school kid as each excruciatingly painful swat landed on his naked butt; the pain just built up and up to what seemed to be an unbearable level; but which, unbearable or not, he had to bear. By the time the tenth stroke had been delivered and Steve told him he could get up, Kyle stood in front of his tormentor, his sports master and idol, in tears. It was of strictly no comfort whatsoever to him when Steve told him that he had taken his punishment well. What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

Completely gone was Kyle’s initial embarrassment at being half naked in front of Steve Shanit, as he now vigorously massaged his blistered buns in a futile attempt to lessen the pain he was feeling. But he suddenly realised that he was still fully erect and that his cock was pointing, quite inadvertently, menacingly directly at Steve in what could be taken as an unspoken accusation. Kyle then observed that Steve had also been further erotically aroused by what he had just done; and as the crotch of his shorts clearly showed, he too was now sporting a full boner. So what was to happen now?

Kyle knew only that he had been summoned for punishment for his actions on the football field; but he was still totally unaware of Steve’s sexuality or of the fact that Steve had the hots for him and had every intention of fucking him before he left his office. But Kyle realised also that although he himself was totally aroused and had eyes for Steve, he had not the slightest idea what he could do about it; nor for that matter what he would have done given the chance. I suppose that Kyle found himself in what might best be described as a bugger’s muddle. Left to his own devices he would have slunk away, found a quiet spot and jerked himself off to release the sexual tension which he was now experiencing. But such a classic solution was definitely not what Steve Shanit had in mind for Kyle.

CHAPTER 4

As the two young men stood there looking at each other, it became obvious to Steve that the first move would have to be made by him. So more or less assuming that eighteen-year-old Kyle was practising some form of sex, and not for a moment imagining thinking that he was dealing with an eighteen year old virgin, Steve suddenly took the bull by the horns stepped across to Kyle, took his shirt by the shoulders and pulled it off over the young man’s head, leaving him completely naked. This was the first time that Steve had really seen Kyle totally naked in front of him on a one-on-one basis; he had seen him showering together with his team mates, but this was something quite different. Here in front of him was a naked, young man of exceptional beauty with a figure like the mythical Greek God, Adonis, and with one of the largest and most attractive of rampant cocks Steve had ever seen; and he had seen plenty.

He did not wait to see what Kyle thought of his action, but simply dropped onto his knees in front of Kyle and took his magnificent cock-head into his mouth and started to suck his student off. At that very moment, Steve, who simply could not stop himself, had no idea whether Kyle was gay or straight; but he assumed that a young man of his age and attributes would already be having sex with someone. And if Kyle turned out to be straight, Steve knew from long experience that even straight young studs did not necessarily shy away from what was obviously a homosexual overture.

Kyle had never before had anyone touch him and so he was totally shocked by Steve’s action – but it has to be said, shocked in an agreeable sort of way by what was his first sexual experience with anyone – and did not resist. Within a minute of tending to the needs of Kyle’s cock, Steve brought him to an enormous, shuddering climax when that massive tool erupted a positive tsunami of cum, most of which delicious cream Steve took across his face. Things now got more serious as Steve pulled himself to his feet, stripped off his own shirt and shorts and stood there totally naked in front of Kyle. By now, Kyle had got the message; that this was the beginning of some really serious sex; sex which he had long wished for but which he had had no idea was on Steve’s agenda that afternoon. But as he gazed with as much admiration at Steve as Steve had, just a few minutes ago looked at him in all his naked glory, he saw that his sports master too, now also totally naked, was a real hunk of a guy.

Steve had a beautifully muscled body, in its own way just as perfect as Kyle’s; and his cock, which was almost, but not quite as big as Kyle’s own formidable tool, was also by now rock-hard; and free as it now was from the restraining confines of those tight shorts was more or less in direct confrontation with Kyle’s own freshly discharged cannon. The huge veins which coursed the surface of Steve’s magnificent tool seemed almost to be tearing at some imaginary lead in much the same was as a dog on a leash pulls away from his master’s hand as he scents a bitch in heat in the offing. If ever a man was ready for sex, it was Steve Shanit at that precise moment in time.

Not surprisingly, in view of how swiftly things had developed between them after Steve’s opening gambit in the sex game, he still did not realise that he was confronting an eighteen-year-old virgin. From the way in which Kyle had accepted his impromptu, spur-of-the-moment overture of a blow-job and the speed with which he had delivered his copious offering of creamy cum, he was under the impression that Kyle was, like him, an experienced gay. What he would have done had Kyle resisted Steve’s initial overture we shall never know; but it is safe to say that spurred on by the oft irresistible force of sexual attraction, as Steve had undoubtedly been, he did not have a Plan B. So as Steve now advanced his plan to fuck Kyle, the proverbial penny had still not dropped; he still had no idea that the young man he was now preparing to fuck had never before taken another man’s cock up his ass; that the blow job he had just given Kyle was the lad’s first ever experience of sex of any kind. But ignorance, it is said, is bliss; and so Steve Shanit pressed on.

He approached Kyle, put his arms around the lad and held him for a moment before spinning him around and pushing him again towards that dreaded horse. “Kyle, I want you to bend across the horse again spreading your legs and I will give your ass the tender loving care it really deserves.”

Kyle was suddenly alarmed as he thought that Steve was about to take the paddle to his backside again. “Please sir, not more of the paddle. Please sir not… My backside is really very sore and I don’t think I could stand anymore. You really did hurt me with what you did to me with the paddle; so please sir, no more!”

“Kyle what on earth made you think that I was going to paddle you again given what we have just done together? The paddling is done and gone and you have taken your punishment for your bad behaviour; that is all behind us now. No Kyle, I thought that as a reward you would like me to give your ass something it really enjoys; so just do as I say and I will do my best to make amends for the paddling I had to give you.”

Kyle said nothing and played dumb.

“Oh come on Kyle; don’t play the innocent with me, you know as well as I do what guys like you and me do when they get together; do I have to spell it out to you in detail? Kyle surely you know that I want to fuck you and my guess is that you want me to do just that. Just look at us; we are both totally ready for sex; look at your own cock; it is still rock-hard and telling you what it wants.”

And now came the moment of truth where Steve finally learned the facts about Kyle’s total lack of any form of sexual experience. “Sir, the only sexual experience have had to date is what you did to me just now when you sucked my cock and I squirted my stuff all over your face. That sir is all I have ever experienced.”

To say the very least, Steve was astounded by this unexpected revelation of Kyle’s sexual innocence. “You mean tell me Kyle, that a well-set-up lad like you has never had sex with another man; or a woman for that matter; I find that hard to believe as just looking at you Kyle, you are just about the sexiest young man I have ever seen; and here you are aged eighteen and telling me that you are sexually totally inexperienced,”

Poor Kyle was now dying an embarrassing death, wallowing in the depths of his misery. His face was as red as a beetroot as he now confessed his total lack of sexual experience to Steve. And now the whole story came out; how he knew he was interested only in other men; how he was just too shy to make the first move; how he had no idea whether any of the guys in his class were of the same sexual persuasion as he thought himself to be; how he was miserable in himself at his lack of any intimate friendship because of his sexual shyness; how that was probably what made him do the things he did on the football field. And so the poor lad poured out his heart in a flood of words to Steve Shanit as the two of them stood there naked.

Steve Shanit, who, as we already know, had long had eyes for Kyle, listened with great sympathy as the young man, on whom he had just made his first move, laid his soul bare to him. And he understood himself just how difficult taking that first step could be; the hesitation as one questioned oneself about one’s sexuality; am I really a gay or is it just a passing fancy? If I take the first step and don’t like the result, what then? But having listened to Kyle’s outpourings, Steve now realised that he had to press on with his plan which had always been to have sex with the young man. But things were now somewhat different for he was unexpectedly dealing with a guy who had just declare himself to be a virgin, whereas until a few moments ago, he had been sure that Kyle was already an experienced player in the game of gay sex. But having declared his own sexuality to Kyle by sucking the lad off, he knew he could not now abandon him and leave him in his present state of limbo.

“Kyle; I had no idea when I did what I just did to you a few moments ago, that you were totally inexperienced. But if you will allow me, I will try to help you to find yourself and put to rest once and for all your doubts and dithering about your own sexuality. So why not let me go ahead and give you your first true experience of gay-sex. Now trust me Kyle; I do know what I am doing and as you must by now be acutely aware, I am totally gay myself. So why not do as I suggested just a few minutes ago and bend across the horse again and I will attempt to take you to heaven and back and show you the pleasure of getting yourself fucked by a truly experienced operator. Believe me Kyle, once you have lost your virginity, you will feel a new and liberated young man and any doubts you have hand about your sexuality will have vanished. Kyle; it’s up to you; if you don’t take that first step and try it just once, you will never know. So what’s it to be? Do we or don’t we have sex together?”

Kyle who had until that moment been utterly miserable, drowning in his own uncertainty, suddenly saw that here was exactly the opportunity he had been wanting; here was a man, fully experienced in sexual matters, who was offering to take him in hand and show him the ropes. And it was not some unknown guy who was offering him sex, but the very person whom he admired most at school and who, unbeknown to him until now, was himself a committed gay. Things could hardly have been better; and yet, there was still that hesitation; Kyle, even knowing precisely what Steve was proposing to do to him – he had seen it all times without number on the internet porn channels – wondered what if when push came to shove he suddenly would get cold feet as he felt Steve’s formidable fuck-stick knocking at his door for the very first time. But then he realised that such fears must be those which all young men experience the first time another guy fucks them and that to chicken out at this stage was no solution; he knew that he had to let Steve work what he himself hoped would turn out to be his sexual magic on him; In a word he had to burn his bridges, put his trust in Steve and allow him to fuck his butt. And so he did as Steve had suggested and offered his virgin backside to the rampant cock of his sports master.

Steve surveyed Kyle’s bright red buns, which now spread wide gave him his first real view of that all important port of entry: Kyle’s hitherto untouched, virgin anus: the point where he would shortly give both Kyle and himself the pleasure of his own cock. Steve had been shocked – possibly too strong a word – but at least surprised, that such a magnificently attractive and sexually well-equipped young man was still a virgin; but that state of affairs would soon come to an end and Kyle, he felt sure, would suddenly realise his full sexual potential and the joys that exploiting it would bring him. Steve had had and was, in fact, still having sex with many different men; both as a bottom – when he took the other guy’s cock up his own ass and allowed himself to be fucked – but also as a top when he was dominant and fucked his partner, which was of course where Kyle’s initiation into the joys of gay sex would begin; there were no two ways about it; Kyle’s initiation into gay sex, had to begin by allowing Steve to fuck him; he had to surrender his anal virginity to Steve, take Steve’s cock up his ass and allow himself to be fucked for the first time.

In his very active life as a practising gay, Steve could never recall a single occasion where his subordinate, bottom partner had been a virgin: someone totally uninitiated in the art of anal sex. So this was a very special occasion for both of them; for Steve, as he would be fucking a virgin for the first time ever; and for Kyle, as he would finally be surrendering his own virginity by allowing himself to be initiated into the art and practice of gay-sex. Steve looked at the enticingly attractive globes of the delicious bubble butt of an ass which Kyle was now offering him, and saw, nestling there, what was barely bigger then a slight pucker in the skin, Kyle’s tight little anus. Steve found himself in an unusual state of arousal just at the thought of being the first person to be allowed to stretch Kyle’s anal sphincter and slide his cock into the young man’s rectum, thereby robbing him of his virginity. That one single act, as his penis penetrated Kyle’s most private parts, would change Kyle’s life forever. He would be turned instantly, as if by the touch of a magic wand, from a boy into a young man.

Steve had every intention of making Kyle’s first time into a highly pleasurable occasion for both of them. Looking at the angry red colour and obvious pain which Kyle’s buttocks were still suffering as a result of the very severe paddling he had just given the lad, Steve decided to make haste slowly and to begin by trying to ease Kyle’s pain before getting down to the essential act of copulation itself. And so, he produced a jar of a cream based on the natural extract of the plant, Aloe Vera, which has a strong anti-inflammatory action and almost immediate soothing properties. Of this he very gently applied a liberal quantity to Kyle’s smarting ass; and as he massaged the cream into Kyle’s skin the soothing effect was immediate. Within five minutes, the raging pain left by the paddle retreated into a not unpleasant warm sensation. Kyle gave a sigh of relief as the pain in his ass dropped from the excruciating to the tolerable level.

Steve then applied a liberal quantity of a proprietary brand of oil free lubricant especially formulated for gay sex. This he massaged well into Kyle’s anal crevice ensuring that a good quantity remained around that vital opening, Kyle’s anus, through which his own cock would shortly penetrate Kyle’s virgin rectum. “Kyle, I think you are now ready for your first gay sex experience. I have lubricated your vital parts very thoroughly so that I can give you a really comfortable fuck after I have penetrated you for the first time. Lubrication is very important in gay anal intercourse as we men do not automatically produce the sort of natural lubricant which our female friends do when they are being fucked by a man; and so we need to use an external lubricant. Now I am sure you have read about having safe sex; well what that means is that that the guy who is the top – in this case today, me – should roll a rubber condom onto his cock before penetrating his partner; but today, as this is your first time and as I am completely clean and HIV negative, I propose to give your first ever fuck with my naked cock as I think every guy should experience the ultimate sensation of a bare-back fuck. So unless you object, I propose now to take your virginity from you and to attempt to take you to heaven and back and introduce you bare-back to the joys and pleasures of gay anal sex.”

Kyle listened to this rather technical discourse in complete silence; he was happy to let his mentor, for that is already how he thought of Steve, do as he wished; the guy was obviously a competent cocks-man and knew exactly what he was doing. Steve’s massaging of Kyle’s buns had again raised his cock to a full erection, which was now pressed against the padded leather of the horse. Steve’s own cock too was in a state of readiness the like of which he himself had never seen before. Like Kyle, he was very well endowed; but the prospect of deflowering a superb eighteen-year-old, virgin stud had somehow made his own erection seem longer and harder than usual. As he looked down on his ram-rod like piece of man-meat, he saw his superb, dead-straight shaft, the surface veins of which were pulsing with blood with an intensity that he had never before experienced; and his cock-head which was well exposed by his own perfect circumcision, seemed to have swollen to a larger than normal size and was set off from its shaft by a well defined rim; by any standards this was a superb piece of man-meat: a penis to be admired; few men could boast such a perfect looking sex organ, which was perfectly balanced in length and girth; in a word, with no exaggeration, Steve Shanit had an absolutely perfect fuck-stick and he knew it; but more importantly, he knew how to use it. He suddenly realised that although he had fucked many different guys over the last five or so years, he had never felt quite like this as he prepared himself to penetrate Kyle’s tight, hitherto unsullied anus. This truly promised to be an exceptional fuck: one which would be long remembered both by him but especially by Kyle as he surrendered his anal virginity, a unique experience which can never be repeated.

Kyle, the immediate object of Steve’s attention, was feeling slightly apprehensive as the fatidic moment approached when he knew that he would feel Steve’s cock pushing against his anal sphincter which sealed the entry to his virgin body. He desperately wanted this to happen: to be fucked properly by someone who knew exactly what he was about; but at the same time he could not totally banish that vague feeling of fear of the unknown as he waited for the now inevitable to happen. He suddenly felt the head of Steve’s cock pushing against his fundamental orifice announcing its intention of entering his hitherto most private parts. But the die was cast as he nervously – but who would not be nervous under the circumstances? – waited for the inevitable to happen. And when it did happen and his anal sphincter relaxed sufficiently to allow Steve’s cock to enter him, as soon as that well-rimmed cock-head passed the sphincter, that powerful, anal muscle snapped closed and grabbed Steve’s cock directly beneath the rim of its head.

But a bridgehead had now been made and there was now no going back. Kyle realised that his innermost secret wish was finally being granted and he was in the process of having his ass fucked for the first time. Steve waited a few moments and asked Kyle if he was OK and waited a few moments before smoothly sliding the full length of his long, hard shaft of man-meat into Kyle’s rectum. Kyle let out a cry of pain as the invading phallus brushed past his prostate and then relaxed as he felt the full length of Steve’s magnificent length settle inside of him. It was a moment to be savoured; a moment which could never ever be repeated; Kyle had lost his virginity; with that one simple gesture, it was gone forever; never to be recovered. It was a life changing act which Kyle had just experienced.

Steve, who was intent on making this first time as great an experience as he possibly could for his young partner, waited a few moment before beginning to show his pupil what classic, copulative, anal sex was all about. He started slowly and gently with his thrusting, before gradually building up to longer and more powerful strokes. Inevitably as he himself became totally aroused by what he was doing, the length, thrust and speed of his strokes all built up and up until, as he was nearing climax himself, he was practically withdrawing his cock totally at each stroke from Kyle before forcefully thrusting his full length back into Kyle’s hole By now, fully caught up in the act of copulation he was unable to stop what was now verging on an uncontrollable act; but he still nevertheless managed to maintain sufficient control of what he was doing to ensure that he did not simply reach orgasm himself and leave Kyle high, dry and disappointed. And so although Steve had reached the stage where he was fucking Kyle with ever increasing force, he managed to hold back his own climax until he was sure that Kyle too had reached that fatidic point of no return. Then, at that very moment, he withdrew his massive fuck-stick totally from Kyle’s hole and immediately thrust himself back with all the force he could muster, thereby bringing both of them to immense orgasms.

Kyle was in seventh heaven with this, his initiation into the art of gay sex, as he experienced for the very first time an intense orgasm which had both been induced by, but also experienced by his mentor. This went way beyond anything he had ever experienced himself when he had so often, as most young men do, jerked himself off to relieve his sexual tension. Both young men erupted their copious emissions of semen in great, shuddering spurts that seemed to Kyle to go on forever. Any doubts he had still harboured about his own sexuality had been swept aside by what he had just experienced. After their joint climax Steve remained with his cock still deep inside Kyle for several minutes whilst he recovered his breath after the enormous effort he had expended in naming Kyle’s first-time gloriously memorable. He then asked Kyle how he now felt and if he had enjoyed the experience.

“Sir what you have just done to me and for me was quite the most wonderful experience of my life to date. Believe me sir, it was worth the paddling you gave me to go on and experience what you have just shown me. I have no idea why I was so afraid of having sex with another man, as I have known for several years that my future, if I ever had one would be with another man as I have no eyes at all for the opposite sex. And now that it has finally happened and I have had my first sexual experience, thanks to you sir, I know without a doubt that you have shown me the path to my future sex life, for which I shall be eternally grateful.”

After listening to this fulsome and rather overblown speech of thanks, Steve replied: “Kyle, I think under the present circumstance you should drop the “Sir” bit and call me Steve. Listen Kyle, I am relieved that you are OK; a guy’s first-time can be quite an ordeal, but believe me, Kyle, I enjoyed fucking you as much as you have also apparently enjoyed what we did together; and relieving you of your virginity, was also a first for me. So young man, if you feel up to it, I will show you another common position which we gays use when we have sex together. How about it? Are you up to being fucked again right now?”

Kyle was over the moon at the thought that this, their first liaison together, was not yet at an end and nodded his head that he wanted to continue. Steve now withdrew himself totally from Kyle’s ass, swung the lad over onto his back, took hold of his legs which he held vertically against his own body, and proceeded to fuck the lad again in the mission position. This time he did not hold back at all and in a bout of really raw, rough sex battered Kyle’s fuck-hole as hard as he could with his still rampant cock; and when they again climaxed together, it was with that almost explosive violence which only ever occurs when both parties have abandoned themselves totally to the joys of the sex act; and what a joy it was for Kyle to learn how much he actually enjoyed sexual intercourse with his master; it was just the most wonderful feeling that he was finally achieving his dream of being fucked and totally enjoying the experience.

By this time the two of them were covered in a mixture of sweat and cum. Steve pulled his cock out of Kyle’s anus, pulled the lad to his feet and clasped him in a big hug. For a couple of minutes the two of them me stood there holding each other, their man-meat still hard, sandwiched between them. For Kyle it was a heavenly experience; he had never before today been touched by another man and now here he was in the arms of his idol, naked and with the cock which had just fucked him and to which he had surrendered his virginity, pressed hard against his belly. Kyle could hardly imagine life getting any better than this; but he as was shortly to learn, Steve had by no means done with schooling his pupil in the joys of gay sex.

“Come on Kyle, let’s take a shower and get ourselves cleaned up; then I’ll take you out to eat and we can discuss plans for this evening.”

Plans for this evening! Kyle could hardly believe his ears. Here he was about to take a shower with the man who just fucked him twice in quick succession and who was already talking about what they should do later. Kyle was surprised to see that Steve had a private shower room adjacent to his office; but as he habitually wore sports gear to take his classes during which he subjected himself to quite a lot of vigorous exercise, it was not surprising that the guy needed washing facilities before he changed back into his street clothes. But what was more surprising was the sheer size of the shower installation; it had two shower heads and ample space for two men to shower together. Anyway, Steve led Kyle into this place and together the relaxed under the soothing flow of hot water. Steve started to lather up Kyle’s back and chest; his hands moved over Kyle’s body in a very erotically arousing manner and gradually descended until one hand was cupping Kyle’s balls and the other gently fondling his erect penis.

Then quite suddenly, Steve swung Kyle around and thrust what had again become his rock-hard member deep into Kyle’s fuck-hole. There were no preliminaries; no discussions; no questions as to whether Kyle was OK with what was happening to him. Kyle now realised that this impromptu fuck to which he was now being subjected, was due to the fact that Steve simply could not resist the allure of his body. This had nothing at all to do with instructing him in the gentle art of fucking butt by showing him yet another position; it had everything to do with satisfying Steve’s own libido, which at that moment under the shower and in the presence of a sexily attractive young man, had become that unstoppable force which often leads men to do things which they later regret.

For Kyle, this was his first encounter with the raw power of sex. He saw that Steve had been unable to control his sexual desires and had just had to do what this cock was telling him it wanted; Steve was simply obeying his inbuilt sexual instincts as he stood there fucking Kyle’s butt with unbelievable vigour for the third time in quick succession. His cock went in and out of Kyle’s rectum with a force and stroke reminiscent of that of the piston of an old steam locomotive. What was now happening to Kyle had taken sex to a completely different level; he was beside himself with the utter pleasure he was taking from this unexpected act on Steve’s part. Whether by design or accident – who knows under the impromptu circumstances – Steve’s cock finally exploded into a butt-hammering climax of cum and at the same time Kyle shot his own load all over the shower cubicle, where it was immediately washed away by the flowing water. Steve grabbed Kyle and hugged him tightly to himself as he swung the lad around to embrace him and kissed him fully on the mouth. Kyle was ecstatic with joy as he suddenly felt for the first time in his life, that someone wanted him; he felt cared for in a strange sort of way, for he saw that at that precise moment, Steve really wanted him.

When it was finally over, Steve laughed and said: “Well we should make a practice of fucking only in the shower, as it has the considerable advantage that one does not have to clean up the mess that sex always leaves in its wake. Come on Kyle, dry yourself off and get dressed and we’ll go and eat.”

For Kyle, things were just going from better to better; he had finally been fucked and lost his virginity, as a result of which he somehow felt that he had increased his own stature and self-esteem and become a true man. And not only had he been fucked – three times no less – but he had been well and truly fucked; and not by anyone but by someone whom he had long admired; and that person, Steve Shanit, his school master, had clearly taken a liking to him too; at least that is what Kyle felt at that very moment. And to cap it all, the two of them were now going out to eat together; and then who knows what would happen? Steve had already spoken of plans for the evening; what had he in mind? Could things get any better?

Suddenly there appeared a fly in the ointment; Kyle remembered that he had hardly any money on him; in fact, the lad never ever had much money as his stepfather was a tight-fisted skinflint who doled out miserly sums of cash to his stepson. Kyle lived through a moment of embarrassed panic as he wondered what to do; he had to tell Steve that he had not the cash to pay for his share of the meal they were going to have together. But he need not have worried as Steve had already divined from what he had heard from Kyle earlier that the lad was not exactly flush and said: “So Kyle; if you are ready let’s move our butts and go and eat; it’s on me by the way: my treat.”

CHAPTER 5

Steve drove to a place he knew, outside of the suburb in which Kyle lived and the school in which Steve taught was located. Now that he had committed that deadliest and totally unforgivable of sins: having sex with one of his pupils, in the eyes of the school-board and especially those of the vinegary, dried-up school principal, Edgar Schmitt, he knew that if the liaison between Kyle and him ever became public, he would lose his job overnight and might well be tarred as a child molester even though Kyle was eighteen and of the age of consent. Of course nothing could have been further from the truth; Kyle had been an eager and willing participant in what had just happened and would doubtless have confirmed that fact; but even the fact that the lad was of aged eighteen and free to do as he wished and had welcomed the attention he had just received from Steve would probably cut no ice with the powers-that-be and Steve would be out on his ear before he could say a word to defend himself. He was a teacher and Kyle was still his pupil; no matter what Kyle’s age, the school rules were sacrosanct; it was unthinkable that a teacher could have any form of sexual relationship with a student.

Yet time and time again it did happen simply because sex is such a driving force and leads people both men and women to do things which they know are forbidden. And so, Steve, fully aware that he was now skating on very thin ice by his actions with Kyle, drove to a restaurant in a part of town where neither of them was known. Talk is cheap and rumours tend to circulate quickly and can have bad consequences and so Steve preferred to take Kyle where they were both anonymous.

For Kyle, eating out had hitherto meant going to one of the hundreds of fast-food joints in the Chicago area. And so when Steve took Kyle into a place where they sat at a table and had cutlery and napkins and the menus offered something other than the fast food to which Kyle was accustomed, this was a new experience for the lad; as new, in fact, as had been the experience of getting his ass shafted a little earlier. As the meal progressed, the atmosphere between what had been master and pupil – what, to be strictly correct was, in fact, still the case – became much more relaxed and Kyle now realised that in Steve, he had possibly found a true friend. Steve, who had long had eyes for Kyle, was totally smitten by his young protégé now that they had passed from being mutual admirers to what I suppose one would call casual sex partners. And so, during the meal, he managed to tease out from Kyle much of the misery of his family life.

Encouraged by the fact that for the first time someone was evidently interested in him, Kyle poured out his heart to Steve and openly voiced his dissatisfaction with his home life, if one could call it that; so the whole sad history of how he did not get on at all with his stepfather came pouring out into Steve’s sympathetic ears.

“Steve, if I could, I would leave home tomorrow with no regrets. I know now that I am eighteen I can legally do so, but until I finish school this year and get some sort of a job, I have no income or money of my own and so I am trapped for the moment in this miserable situation. But believe me, Steve, once I leave school and start to work, then I’m off; I want nothing more at all to do with my stepfather, my two half sisters and even with my own mother; when I leave home, it will be for good and they’ll never see me again.”

Steve listened to all this outpouring with a sympathetic ear. As he saw it, the one bright thing in Kyle’s recent career was that he had finally taken the plunge, recognised that he was gay and allowed himself to be fucked for the first time; and as far as Steve could see, the lad had enjoyed every moment as he had expertly reamed out the lad’s ass, robbing him of his virginity. But what had by chance turned into Steve’s introductory course in gay sex was by no means over. The night was still young and Steve had every intention of turning Kyle into a fully rounded, gay, young stud before the night was out. He settled the bill and motioned to Kyle that it was time to leave: “Come on young man, jump to it; we’ve still got a lot of work to do tonight before you go to bed.”

Without saying anything more, Steve drove them to his apartment where he had every intention of showing Kyle the other half of gay sex. He assumed that Kyle must have realised that he had so far played the passive role in what had happened. As a bottom, he had allowed Steve to fuck his ass no less than three times, but so far he had not had the opportunity to use his own cock on a welcoming butt. His ass had been so thoroughly fucked that Kyle was now aware of the supreme pleasure of an orgasm produced by another man fucking his butt; and Steve now wanted to get Kyle to learn how to do the same with his own magnificent cock: to be the active partner, with Steve himself as the bottom. It was not quite as altruistic as it sounded at first, as Steve himself was simply dying to feel Kyle’s massive fuck-stick penetrate his own anus; but that truly was a plus, as the first objective was to get Kyle to use his cock in what would be his first active act of anal sexual intercourse. Kyle had already surrendered his anal virginity to Steve; and now Steve wanted his own anus to be the recipient of Kyle’s first fuck as he surrendered for ever his penile virginity and in so doing entered into true manhood.

Steve had a smallish one-bedroom apartment in a modern block with no porter to whisper about the tenants’ comings and goings. Once inside, Steve locked the door behind them and started stripping off his clothes. Kyle needed no urging to do the same. Any embarrassment he had shown earlier that day had now gone and his rigid cock showed that he was as ready as his mentor for what was to come. Kyle still knew that he was playing the subordinate role and waited to see what instructions Steve would give him. Steve now totally naked with his cock ready for action, went up to Kyle smiling, placed his hands on the lad’s shoulders and gently pushed him to his knees. He had no need to tell Kyle what the next step was as the lad opened his mouth wide in readiness to take Steve’s penis and give him a blow-job. And just as earlier he had been made to offer his own cock to Steve, so now he took Steve’s rock-hard tool in his mouth and started to work it with his lips.

Sucking a guy’s cock was something Kyle had never experienced before. As he worked his mouth up and down Steve’s shaft, he tasted for the first time that slight, fishy saltiness which male cum always seems to have. And then, quite suddenly as Kyle’s lips caressed Steve with ever greater fervour, Steve’s cock erupted in an explosive orgasmic emission of seminal fluid, which Kyle took partly in his mouth and all over his face. Steve pulled the lad to his feet again and hugged him tight against his own muscular torso; and there the two of them stayed – two muscular young men, cocks fully alert and ready for action, wrapped in each other’s arms – for a full minute. For Kyle, this contact with another man’s naked body was a totally new experience; for the first time he felt truly wanted and a feeling of great contentment flooded through his body.

Steve then said: “Kyle, you know the expression: All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.  Well it’s true the other way round too: All play and no work also makes Jack a dull boy.” Kyle was puzzled by what Steve had just said; but all was made clear a moment later as Steve continued: “You see Kyle, in what has so far happened between us today, I have been the main motive force; I have done all the hard work, fucking you no less than three times. Now young man, don’t you think that it is about time time that you learned how to give as well as to take. Come on Kyle; waken up; my quicky course in gay sex is only half complete; you need to fuck me in the same was as I have done for you; not until you have done that, can you say that your basic training course in the art of gay sex is complete. But joking apart Kyle, what you have so far experienced is acting as what is usually called the bottom in the sex act, in which I performed on you with my cock as the top.” 

“Now some guys just like to be bottoms and some to be just tops; but frankly, a guy with a cock like yours surely does not want to remain a bottom all his life – a simple taker of his partner’s cock. Lots of male couples who live together do have just that sort of relationship; the one plays what I suppose is the surrogate female role and is always the bottom and the other guy does all the fucking and plays the male role. But my personal view is that muscular guys like us need a relationship where they can play both roles; long term happiness comes from fucking and, then in turn, being fucked back by your partner. And that, in my view, for a guy like you, is the situation I think you should aim for. Now I don’t know how you feel about things after what we have done so far together today, but my guess is that you now want to use your own cock on me and you will realise that the sort of sexual relationships you will want to develop with other guys will involve you in both the active and passive roles.”

“Of course I don’t know how you yourself feel about the give and take of sex; we have just had sex together for the first time this afternoon and given the circumstances, it was natural that I should take the lead and fuck you. And for all I know, you might just want to be a bottom and allow your partner to fuck you and bring you to orgasm as I did for you earlier today. But just let me say that although we both had great climaxes together this afternoon, you cannot appreciate, until you have actually done it yourself, just how different it is to bring yourself and your partner to orgasm by using your cock on him. It moves the whole joy of sex to a totally different level. It is, believe me, the greatest pleasurable sensation on earth. And it is precisely the desire to enjoy the exquisite – and I choose that word carefully – sensation which the orgasm of the sex act brings with it, which is why I believe that it is the greatest motivating force behind our sex drive. Yes, visual attraction is the first motivator – you fancy someone on first sight – but once over that step, it is the desire to reach orgasm and experience its pleasure again and again, which drives us on. So Kyle, I think you need to seize the chance I am offering you right now, which if you had not already guessed, is to play the active role on me, in much the same way as I did to you earlier.”

Kyle was bowled over by what Steve had just said to him. Of course Kyle wanted to fuck; to use his cock on someone. What young man with his physique and sexual endowment could possibly think otherwise? It was just the most natural thing in to world for a young-man of his age to think and fantasize about having sex with someone; in his case, because if his sexual orientation; with another man. But although Kyle had long admired and, I supposed, lusted after Steve, now that push had finally come to shove, he found that he had suddenly got cold feet. To have his PE teacher – and in spite of everything he still saw Steve as his teacher – suggest that he might like to fuck him, just seemed to Kyle a step too far.

Alright, he had desperately wanted to lose his own virginity and exercise his cock on another guy rather than go on just relieving his pent up sexual frustration by jerking-off in private; but to fuck Steve, his school-master, just seemed a step he could not take. Just how Kyle reconciled this in his own mind with the fact that he had allowed Steve to fuck him, is difficult to explain. But now that he had been offered Steve’s ass, more or less on a plate, he suddenly felt could not indulge in the very act which had been his pent-up desire for quite a long time. Yes he did want to fuck butt; but not Steve’s; somehow it did not seem right. In Kyle’s mind, it seemed appropriate that the older man should have groomed him in the first steps towards an active sex life; but now that the boot was to be on the other foot, it seemed totally inappropriate. He came back to the inescapable fact: Steve was still his school teacher! At least that is the way Kyle reasoned to himself as he digested and try to come to terms with what Steve was suggesting.

Steve sensed immediately that Kyle had a problem, although he did not at that moment know exactly what it was. Steve’s suggestion that Kyle now take the lead role and fuck him, was not altogether altruistic. Kyle, naked as he was and visually ready to go, for his cock which was now fully erect and approaching ten inches in length was already oozing a little precum as he stood there, was also Steve’s dream idea of the perfect partner. It is hard to put into words exactly what Steve himself felt as he looked at this magnificently endowed young stud. He just knew that there was no way that he was going to allow Kyle to escape without having sampled his cock; in a word, Steve, at that moment wanted desperately to be fucked by this young man.

“Kyle, something is bothering you; what is it? Come on Kyle; I’m offering you my ass on a plate, so don’t hold back; just welcome it; you know you want to and it is the natural follow-on to what we have been doing today; just look at yourself; your cock is telling you exactly what it wants. Kyle you are as ready to have your very first fuck right now as you are ever going to be. So what’s wrong; come on Kyle; out with it!”

Kyle was very embarrassed by the situation in which he found himself. “Sir, it somehow doesn’t feel right that a schoolboy like me should think of having sex with one of his masters. It’s one thing for you to have fucked me, but for me to do the same thing back to you just does not seem right; it seems somehow disrespectful sir; at least so it seems to me sir and that’s exactly how I feel right now.”

“Kyle, what the fuck is all this business with you calling me sir again; I told you that as we were together as sex partners that you should drop the formality and call me Steve. Look Kyle; right now we are no longer in a pupil-master situation and forget the idea that you are a schoolboy; you may be still at school, but aged eighteen as you now are, you are of age; you are legally a young man. At this moment, we are now just two gay, young men, who are attracted towards each other physically; and make no mistake Kyle; just in case you had not realised it, you are gay; and today we are doing what countless young men before us have done; we are having sex together, which is not against the law. So just cut the crap about it not feeling right and get your cock lubed up and fuck me. Come on Kyle, move your ass; I’m waiting.”

Then before Kyle had time to speak, Steve, who was absolutely raring to go, picked up the bottle of lubricant, poured a liberal quantity over Kyle’s cock and rubbed it all over the lad’s rock-hard member. “There you are Kyle; you’re all ready to go now, so get to it young man; I want to feel that tool of yours inside of me in the next thirty seconds so move your butt before I feel the need to paddle it again.” Then without waiting for an answer, Steve bent across the table, spread his legs and offered his anus to the still virgin Kyle.

Kyle looked down at his rampant meat and then at the target which was being offered to him. And at that stage he saw that he himself was being totally ridiculous and that he had to do as he had been told by Steve. But moreover, he knew in himself that he desperately wanted to use his cock on Steve, master or not. “Steve; should I lube you up too before I penetrate you?” Kyle asked plaintively.

“Kyle; fuck lubricating me; just do as I said and let me feel you enter me; and I mean that Kyle; I don’t want to be kept waiting any longer. Come on lad, just make your first fuck a real humdinger; just fuck me as hard as you can; you know that is what you want to do; and you also know that that is exactly what I want right now. Kyle; you must see that I want you to fuck me hard right now just as much as you want to do the deed; so for crying out loud Kyle, cut the philosophical cackle and just get on and fuck my hole as hard as you can.”

Driven on by these strong exhortations from Steve, who was now really in a psyched up state himself as he desperately wanted Kyle to fuck him. He had simply fallen in love with Kyle’s magnificent cock, which to be honest, in its present state of readiness, a nine to ten inch rigid shaft held at an angle of 45 degrees to Kyle’s muscular stomach, glistening with the lubricating oil that Steve himself had applied to it, was truly a sight to behold. Kyle had by now realised that his objections were really nonsensical. After all Steve had shown him the light and he had been a willing pupil; and now Steve wanted to complete his lessons in the art of anal intercourse and so why should he object further? And so Kyle pushed the head of his cock against the muscles of the port of entry to Steve’s most private parts; and he felt, for the very first time, the resistance which a man’s anal muscles pose to an invader. For a moment he did not quite know what to do; but Steve was, as ever, ready to instruct him.

“Go on Kyle; that’s the idea; just push your dick hard against my anus and it will yield and let you penetrate me and then you can slide your full length inside of my rectum.”

Kyle did as Steve had said and suddenly his cock-head was inside of his partner and after a slight pause, he then went on and slid the full length of his meat deep into Steve’s ass. For Kyle it was a marvellous moment, as he slid himself smoothly for the first time ever into his partner and felt Steve’s anal sphincter muscle grip the root of his cock quite firmly. Steve, for his part, was enjoying every moment of what was happening with an enormous sense of satisfaction and personal achievement, knowing he was taking the virgin cock of his young protégé; and not any virgin cock, but that of a young man whose body and sexual equipment he admired enormously – and introducing him to one of the greatest pleasures known to man And so for the two of them, this was yet another first: the first time for Kyle as he was finally realising his dream and fucking a man: and a first also for Steve as he had never previously initiated a young, virgin, lad’s cock into the delights of gay sexual intercourse.

“That’s just great Kyle; now just do what you find comes naturally. But try to give me long and smooth strokes as you fuck me; and if you can, try to hold your own climax back until you see that I am on the point of orgasm myself; that way we will, with any luck, explode our loads together and make your first time truly one to remember: a sort of sexual christening ceremony where you you are anointed with cum.”

And in spite of Kyle’s total lack of experience, he found that he needed no instruction on what to do. He instinctively knew, as do all men in the same situation, that he just wanted to fuck his partner as hard as he could, which is, in fact, what he did. And so he started that piston-like, reciprocating movement, which characterises any form of copulation – straight or gay – aimed at bringing both of them to a climax. And as he quickly found himself becoming totally overcome by the erotic feelings which the sex act inevitably engenders, he naturally increased both his stroke length and the force of his thrusts as he approached his own climax. But when that magic moment finally came, he simply could not control himself any longer as he ejaculated his load in several powerful jerks over Steve’s backside.

It was, for Kyle, one of those iconic cornerstones of life’s experience: something he would remember for the rest of his life. He had finally realised his dream and fucked another man; and the sensation he had experienced as he reached orgasm was way beyond anything he had ever felt before; it beat jerking-off into a cocked hat! So the young man had learned in one simple lesson why men needed to fuck. Once experienced, the desire of the human male to experience orgasm becomes a driving force which most men cannot resist and sexual intercourse, either gay or hetero, becomes a permanent feature of life. One might say that one dose is enough to create an addict!

So Kyle stood there, his cock still hard now withdrawn from Steve and he watched his partner jerk himself off to completion. In one way Kyle knew that he had to some extent disappointed Steve, in that he had not manage to take him with him all the way to simultaneous orgasm with himself; but it was Kyle’s first-time and the young man had been just so psyched up with the eroticism of the occasion that that had not been able to control himself.

Steve, having finally discharged his own load of cream with a little five fingered assistance, stood looking at Kyle and said: “Well done Kyle; that was a brilliant first fuck. Now, if you are up to it – always a challenging remark which is aimed at raising the receiver’s mettle – try it again only this time, with me on my back in the mission position.”

Then without discussing the matter any further with Kyle, he lay down on his back on the table, positioned himself with his ass on the edge, bent his legs and spread them, put his feet on the table giving Kyle clear access to his anus for the second time. This time, Kyle having had first taste of the sheer pleasure to be had from fucking another guy’s ass, now showed no hesitation at all as he thrust his cock for the second time within five minutes into Steve’s inviting hole. And then, with no need of any exhortation or encouragement from Steve, he gave his partner’s ass the sort of hard fuck that only a big cock such as his can achieve. Kyle needed no instructions at all as he held Steve’s legs up against his own body and thrust his cock in and out of his partner’s anus. Blessed as he was with a very long and well proportioned piece of man-meat, he was able most of the time to withdraw himself almost completely from Steve, before giving him the next thrust with ever greater force. And as is normally the case, as the tension built up, Kyle become totally out of control of his feelings and he fucked Steve with increasingly longer and harder strokes.

But now after his very first experience at exercising his cock on another guy, Kyle was better able to control himself in this, his second only fuck, until he saw that Steve was about to climax at which moment he withdrew himself completely from his partner, waited a second or so before plunging his rampant cock full length back into Steve. His pause was perfectly judged and both young men climaxed together in what can but be described as an eruption of sperm. Both of them just pumped what seemed to be never-ending loads, covering each other in cum. It was a triumph of anal copulation for Kyle, who on this his only second attempt, handled his fuck-stick like a veteran. He felt as if he himself was more or less walking on air. Steve was both amazed at and personally satisfied with his young pupil’s stellar performance with his cock. When they both had calmed down again, Steve said; “Well Kyle, I think, young man, we can say that you have mastered the art of gay sex with a vengeance; you are such a natural Kyle; what more can I say?”

CHAPTER 6

Well, in fact Steve could have said a great deal more as he wanted to continue what had all the makings of a mini-fuckfest between the two of them. So he now lead Kyle to his bedroom where he pushed the lad flat on his back, told him to bend his legs and spread them as he himself knelt down and prepared to penetrate Kyle’s anus yet again. And so what had started as an introduction of Kyle to the joys of gay sex, turned into several hours of vigorous, mutual, consensual copulation.

Kyle suddenly woke up to find the sun streaming through the window of Steve’s bedroom and saw from the clock on the bedside table that it was now seven the following morning: Saturday. The non-stop session of copulation which Steve had fervently hoped for on their return from the restaurant had actually taken place; until finally, exhausted by the sheer physical effort of what the two of them were doing to each other, they had both fallen asleep and had slept together all night. Kyle looked across at the naked figure of his – what shall we call him at this stage in their relationship? – mentor? – teacher? – sex partner? – lover? Matters had gone very much further than the initial fuck that Steve had had in mind after he had paddled Kyle’s ass; and the way they had mutually fucked each other more or less non-stop before falling asleep had been with the intensity of two young studs that simply could not get enough of each other.

Kyle looked both admiringly and lustfully at the naked male body beside him; that of his erstwhile teacher, Steve: a superbly muscled and fit young man in the first flush of youthful manhood. Kyle now had time to contemplate the magnificent penis to which he had lost his virginity and was lost in admiration of Steve’s magnificent fuck-stick, now limp and totally relaxed, but nevertheless still exuding sexual vitality. Steve had the good fortune, like Kyle, to be blessed with a large member, perfectly balanced between length and girth. Steve’s cock now at rest, was a little over 6 inches long and was perfectly circumcised to display a large head set off from the shaft by a clearly defined rim. But the most attractive feature of this quiescent tool was the fact that even when soft as it now was, it had that wonderful rubbery quality about it – as also had Kyle’s – which gave it a tremendously attractive presence even though its owner was still sound asleep. And for the first time, Kyle noticed that Steve had no pubic hair around his sexual equipment; it had all been removed cleanly thereby showing off both his cock and balls – tightly held to his body – to perfection. Kyle like many men in sexual good-health, had woken up with an incipient erection of his own member well advanced but as he lay there admiring his partner’s equipment, he felt his own cock become rock hard; he knew that he desperately wanted to grab Steve and fuck his ass there and then; but he thought better of it as his partner was still soundly asleep.

Kyle got quietly out of the bed and went into the bathroom where he did what everyone does on waking up from a deep sleep, before stepping into the shower to wash away the traces of the previous night’s labours. Neither of them had used a condom in their intense bout of anal sex and they were both coated with traces of dried semen and the bedding itself was badly stained with their copious joint emissions. Kyle heard Steve enter the bathroom and perform his necessary ablutions before stepping into what was a spacious shower cabinet with Kyle. And then the same thing happened to him as had happened in Steve’s office shower the previous day. Steve started soaping Kyle’s back with the shower gel. Just the touch of Steve’s hands on his body gave Kyle’s already hard boner a boost as he waited with anticipation for what he was sure would happen; and he was not to be disappointed, as with one smooth, firm thrust, Steve penetrated Kyle and gave him the full length of his own fuck-stick. And then, standing there under the warm running water, Steve gave Kyle’s ass what was to be the first fuck of many that day.

Kyle was beside himself with pleasure as he felt Steve’s massive tool thrusting in and out of him; and when he finally climaxed simultaneously with Steve, he again had a fabulously intense orgasm with an enormous emission of his seed. And once again he felt Steve pump his own semen into his rectum. If anyone had told Kyle a day or so ago, just how wonderful gay sex was, he would never have believed the feeling of utter fulfilment and contentment he experienced as he was being fucked nor of the intense pleasure that orgasm brings with it: orgasm, truly one of life’s greatest pleasure, if not its absolute greatest. But Steve wanted a return bout immediately and turned himself round in the shower, offering his own butt to the tender mercies of his young protégé. Kyle had no hesitation in penetrating Steve’s sphincter with his own hard fuck-pole and he was proud of the fact that although he was an absolute beginner at gay sex, he now felt completely at ease as he sank the full, soapy length of his massive, ten-inch piece of rock-hard man-meat deeply into Steve’s innermost parts. And as befits a stud with a big cock, he then went ahead and pounded the living daylights out of his partner, giving him stroke after stroke, with ever increasing force, but always using almost the full length of his ten inch erection at each stroke.

Kyle had already a natural a technique all of his own which had come to him completely effortlessly after so little experience. He did not hurry the act of copulation but ensured that each and every stroke he gave his partner really counted for both of them. And so, now totally in control of what he was doing, he withheld his own climax until he sensed that Steve too was on the point of orgasm. He then withdrew himself completely from his partner before giving him the coup de grace in the form of one last monumental, forceful thrust, sinking his full length for the final time into Steve and bringing the two of them to another simultaneous orgasm of titanic intensity. The two of them each ejaculated their seed for the second time that morning in a series of vigorous, jerking spurts of thick spunk. They then remained glued together, , with Kyle now embracing Steve in his arms, his cock still embedded deeply inside of his partner; and there they remained for several minutes with the hot water still running over them, savouring the unbelievably pleasurable moment which Kyle had managed to produce for both of them. It is safe to say that since yesterday, Kyle the shy uninitiated virgin, had amazingly become a titan in the act of gay sex; it was as if his innate, hitherto hidden sexual talents had suddenly been unleashed and Kyle had little, if anything more at all, to learn; he was now his own man ready to enjoy his newfound liberty which Steve, by his actions, had given him.

Out of the shower, they both got dressed and Steve prepared a full American breakfast for both of them: bacon, eggs and sausage with lots of coffee. Kyle was ravenous – they both were – with an appetite brought on no doubt by the vigorous physical exercise of the prolonged session of copulation they had both practised the previous evening and again that morning in the shower. Kyle was learning quickly; he had already realised that fabulously satisfying though anal intercourse was, the actual process of fucking in the build up to the final, superb, climactic orgasm, active or passive, was, at the end of the day – not to make a pun and denigrate the act – fucking hard-work.

“You know Kyle, uninitiated as you were yesterday into the joys of gay sex, you have taken to it like a duck takes to water and I doubt that you have much more to learn. You have as you must be aware, an exceptional cock, which you have suddenly found you know how to use for its God-given purpose; and frankly I flatter you not when I say that you already use it to perfection. Believe me Kyle, I have never enjoyed myself so much having sex with a guy as I have in the last few hours with you. Kyle, you are truly the bee’s knees of a stud; and I am not saying this just to make you feel good, but as a statement of fact. You have an absolutely superb piece of man-meat and you really do know how to use it. But now with your permission I would like to make our kit look even better.”

Kyle wondered for a moment what Steve was getting at.

“Kyle, I think that your cock and balls would look so very much better, if they were disengaged from that fuzz of pubic hair with which they are at present surrounded. You have seen how I myself look with all of my pubes free of hair. So what I would like to do for you is to shave away all hair from your cock and ass area, to render your pubes, as the saying has it, as smooth as a baby’s bottom. You are marvellously endowed both with both the giving and receiving accoutrements of gay sex; you have a superb cock and ball combination and a wonderfully attractive bubble-butt of an ass, all of which would look so very much better free of all hair. You must have looked at naked muscle guys on the internet and seen how their bodies are totally free of hair. Well it does not happen by accident; they shave themselves and use depilatory products to rid themselves of all hair other than on their heads. Let me do this for you Kyle, and you will look utterly perfect. Come on Kyle, let me shave away your pubic hair; you are just so well equipped that your man-meat needs to be shown off to perfection. So how about it?”

Kyle, of course, was delighted by the proposition, as he had already appreciated from looking at his partner naked in bed that morning, just how much better his sex-meat looked free of the usual surrounding hair. So once he saw that Kyle was willing, Steve told Kyle to strip off again and lie flat on the table and that he would then do the necessary. Kyle had now lost all embarrassment about stripping off naked and exposing himself to Steve, whom he already thought of as his partner. After only being introduced to gay sex the previous day, he was already totally comfortable in himself about everything which gay men did sexually to each other – even the stuff he had not yet experienced. He felt he already knew that if he did not wish to indulge in a certain act for act for some reason or another, he was strong enough to say no.

Somehow having taken that life-changing step by allowing Steve to take his anal virginity and give him his first, profoundly satisfying, sexual experience, he now was totally relaxed in being together with someone whom he had already realised was, by any standards, a really hot stud when it came to gay sex. He had already appreciated that Steve, his teacher and mentor, was a real dyed-in-the-wool, sexually hyper-active, gay man who made no bones at all either about his sexual orientation or his sexual appetite. In a word, Kyle was already totally at ease with and had the fullest confidence in Steve and was ready to let him him do anything he wished to his body; he had never felt so good about himself or been so happy in his life as he now was. And so he relaxed completely as he lay back on the table and allowed Steve to prepare him for shaving off his pubic hair.

Steve first sprayed Kyle’s thick growth of pubic hair with a generous amount of shaving foam and then, with a safety razor, very skilfully gave the young man, the closest of close shaves. He then told Kyle to rollover and removed what little hair he had around his anal area and his upper legs. Finally, he finished off what was a very professional sexual shaving job by applying a little Aloe Vera cream to calm the razor burn which any good close shave always leaves. Wisely, he did not apply any alcohol based after-shave type product; otherwise Kyle would have it the roof with the sting that such products always produce. By this time Kyle’s cock was again hard as a rock and as Steve pulled him around again onto his back, his rampantly erect man-meat clearly signalled that it needed some sort of attention.

“Well,” said Steve, “I see that you have survived that little ritual and are now looking really shipshape; and I see that your dick is already asking for a little something to calm it down after what it has just endured.” And then, without another word, he bent over Kyle and sucked off the lad’s rock-hard meat. Kyle was beside himself with pleasure as he felt Steve giving his cock a magnificent blow job; and he finally climaxed with a huge spurt of his thick creamy sperm, most of which Steve took in his mouth. But having taken Kyle to orgasm for the second time that morning, Steve had by no means finished with his young protégé, for he himself now wanted to experience that unbelievable pleasure which one’s own cock can generate. And so he stripped off what little clothing he was wearing and with no hesitation thrust is own hard fuck-stick into Kyle’s mouth and proceeded to give him a face fuck.

When he came, he smothered the young lad’s face in his own abundant emission. Kyle was absolutely on the knife-edge of pleasure as he now grabbed Steve and thrust his own tool yet again deep into Steve’s ass and proceeded to give him a truly hard hammering until he brought both of them yet again to orgasm. It was as if neither young man could get enough of the other; and then as sure as eggs are eggs, Steve did the same for Kyle, after which they finally collapsed dripping with sweat into each other’s arms, worn out by the sheer effort of their vigorous coupling. Kyle was totally euphoric; he had never had any idea yesterday that he would be engaged with such abandon, in non-stop sexual activity; but he had loved every minute of it and thanked his lucky stars that by some chance, Steve had taken him under his wing and had given him a truly amazing introduction to gay sex and had at the same time, liberated the young lad from his innermost fears. It was a totally changed Kyle Sinclair who, for a second time that morning, went into the shower together with his mentor, to wash away the fruits of their joint labour.

CHAPTER 7

“I usually go to a gym downtown on Saturday mornings to give myself a really good workout. If you feel up to it – always a provocative phrase which puts the addressee on his mettle – you are very welcome to come with me. You would probably enjoy it as I know you are keen on exercise, as your body splendidly shows; and you might enjoy meeting a few other guys– of our persuasion, of course. And who knows? Something interesting might happen later.”

Kyle was of course only too willing to go along with Steve to his gym. But then he realised that he did not have any kit with him. However, Steve told his young protégé that he would lend him the necessary gear, which in the event turned out to be nothing more than a cock thong to hold his sex-kit in place and a pair of gym shorts. Kyle had never before been in a place like the gym; he was used to taking showers with his schoolmates after gym class or field games and he was acutely aware that in that environment he was the one outstanding figure. So he was fully aware that he had an exceptional physique for a lad of his age, not to mention his impressive sexual endowment. But here he was the youngest among a group of young men, all of whom were well muscled and sexually well equipped. And in the changing room as he stripped off his clothes and slipped on his thong and shorts with Steve beside him doing exactly the same, he voiced his fear that he would be out of his depth; he would be the odd man out.

As they entered the gym from the changing room, Kyle saw that the members all exercised bare foot and were, in the main, all but naked. Some were wearing shorts but quite a few were wearing just the same type of skimpy G-string which Steve had handed to him. And so Kyle found himself thrust into the midst of group of muscular young men, all of whom, judging from the bulging thongs they were wearing, were very well endowed sexually. And so he immediately felt more at ease; he was not going to be the odd man out; he had absolutely had nothing at all to be embarrassed about or ashamed of. In fact Steve and he together made a stunning looking pair as they made their entry into what was clearly, even to the inexperienced Kyle, a red-hot, gay environment. Kyle was used to the school gym, but here he found himself thrust into a milieu of young guys, all somewhat older and physically more mature than he had hitherto experienced at school, all of whom clearly took pride in their bodies and were more than happy to strut their stuff.

Kyle had never before been in the presence of so much almost naked cock and muscle. Steve was obviously well-known and popular with many of the guys who were there that day and as they walked, in he gave high fives to a couple of guys who paused from their labours to greet him. Kyle was acutely aware that many eyes were on him personally and equally aware that his shorts, or rather what they concealed, seemed to be the main focus of many pairs of eyes. Kyle was learning quickly that although a good, muscular body is a very attractive attribute and draws admiration from both gay and straight guys alike, what is ultimately of greatest interest to any foot-loose and fancy free, practising gay, is the quality and size of any potential new partner’s cock. And make no mistake; as Steve and Kyle entered the gym, those eyes focussing on Kyle were all attempting to assess how he would be as a sex partner; what did that skimpy piece of clothing Kyle was wearing cover and once released from its forced confinement, would what was revealed meet up to the veiled promises which it was already making?

You could almost scent the desire for sex in the air as Steve and Kyle walked in. Quite frankly most of the studs that were there, straining their muscles and dripping with sweat in the desire to improve their bodies, would have immediately stopped what they were doing given half a chance to fuck the young new-comer. Kyle himself had not yet realised the amazing, adrenaline-releasing effect which just looking at him practically naked, as he now was, had on other gay men. At first sight he was, to any practising gay’s eyes, a highly desirable and fuckable proposition. And make no mistake about it, when a gay man sees another gay man whom he fancies, there is not normally any great reticence before the two get together. Initially, gay male relationships are not based on love, but rather on lust at first sight. And as there are none of the considerations which need to be taken into account in a normal heterosexual, male-female relationship, when two gays, who have just met, fancy each other, then there is no hesitation in getting down to business. There may be that slight moment of hesitation whilst they decide who is going to do what to whom and where the act is to take place; but once that bridge is crossed, there is no reason to hold back, as the speed at which the relationship between Steve and Kyle had developed is a classic example.

The gym was extremely well equipped and offered its clients more or less the entire range of state-of-the-art, exercising equipment. Steve and Kyle worked out vigorously for about two hours and then stopped towards noon. In the showers, they met up (by chance or by design?) with the two guys whom Steve had earlier greeted personally and it was obvious even to Kyle that the three of them were close friends and had a physical relationship together, over and above a casual friendship. Steve now introduced Kyle to the two of them by name: Greg and Brett, telling them that Kyle was a new friend. And it was right then in the showers that Kyle first saw the impact he had on other men. Completely naked as they all now were, Greg and Brett did not conceal the admiration they clearly had for Kyle’s endowment. And it was then that Kyle, seeing the way the two of them looked at him, began to realise that he was really might be something special. He had a marvellously muscular physique for a young man of only eighteen; but in the environment of what was a gay gym, the eyes of both Greg and Brett were clearly riveted on Kyle’s magnificent cock and ball combination, now shorn of all hair, visible in all their promising glory.

Kyle’s uncontrollable man-meat had decided to behave itself for the moment; and so in the showers with the other three guys, his cock remained soft and saved the lad the embarrassment of pointing an accusatory, but nonetheless inviting, cannon-like boner of a cock at his companions. But there are soft cocks and soft cocks; and Kyle had a piece of man-meat between his legs, which was textbook example of just how attractive, even when at rest, a really well-proportioned, cleanly-circumcised penis could be. Devoid of unattractive pubic hair, Kyle had a cock and ball combination which together made a sexual statement the equal of which few men could boast. Not for Kyle that flaccid piece of unattractive wrinkled flesh resembling a deflated, sausage balloon, which was so often the case when a guy’s cock is at rest; but a highly attractive, rubbery pecker which was just raring to go. It was not that Greg and Brett were unattractive or sexually disadvantaged; indeed quite the contrary, for as Kyle saw they were both muscular young studs with good sized cocks by any standards; but he also realised for the first time, that both Steve and he were in a different class; a class of his own.

Kyle knew intuitively that the shower was not to be the end of the day for Steve and him, as he divined from the way that Greg and Brett were looking at him that they clearly wanted to go further than just the casual introduction. And it has to be said that Kyle was not at all against widening his sexual horizon, which, let’s face it, although very limited had nevertheless been pretty intense. And so he was not at all surprised when Greg suggested that they all get some lunch together; which they did. And once again, he was spared the embarrassment by Steve who, without a word, picked up the tab for both of them at the place they ate.

CHAPTER 8

So what happened next? Well Greg suggested that they all might like to go back to his place for the afternoon and – as he bluntly put it – get physical together. Kyle was relieved that Steve had said nothing about his very recent introduction to sex and it was obvious that Greg and Brett took him to be like them, a well confirmed and experienced gay stud: someone with whom Steve had had previous encounters.

Surprisingly for a beginner in the gay-sex stakes, Kyle was not at all apprehensive about what might be about to happen that afternoon. He already knew from his brief experience with Steve, that he was totally hooked on gay sex; and so he was, in fact, looking forward to his first encounter with other men; and now, here he was heading to what promised to be an afternoon of group sex; but not group sex with a nondescript set of partners, as his three companions, Steve, Greg and Brett, were all physically well set-up young men, all somewhat older than him, but all well-equipped with what might be called top quality tools of the trade. He was aware from his internet searches of gay-sex sites that he was heading towards an afternoon which had all the potential to turn into a four-man fuckfest and he had every intention of participating in full in what would probably take place: to do his part in making it a great experience both for himself and the three others.

Steve would have been amazed had he known the way in which his protégé was thinking at that moment; but Kyle’s first encounter with sex had been the greatest liberating step in a life, which had frankly been rather dull and nondescript until Steve took him in hand, paddled his ass hard and then taught him all he really needed to know about the basics of gay sex. Steve would have been amazed had he fully appreciated just how much his totally impromptu, sexual ministrations had changed Kyle’s outlook on life since yesterday. By introducing Kyle to the delights of gay sex, he had unknowingly liberated the young man from his hitherto shyness; so much so that Kyle was now raring to go and really looking forward to having sex with the two other young guys. In a word, Kyle was already chomping on the proverbial bit as the four of them walked the short distance to Greg’s place. And why should he not have been? He was fully aware that he had a magnificent cock to contribute to the activities.

That afternoon’s activities would all be new to Kyle; but he had every intention of participating fully in whatever the other three proposed. He had no qualms whatsoever about entering into an afternoon session of what he earnestly hoped would be one of intense gay-sex with the three of them; he just knew, come what may, that he would be able to give just as well as he could take. And it is safe to say, that having seen just how well equipped their new young companion was, both Greg and Brett were just as eager to experience Kyle’s amazing fuck-stick in action as he himself was to have sex with them. So all augured well for an afternoon of really intense anal copulation; all four of them knew what was on the table once they got to Greg’s place.

Greg lived within walking distance of the place the gym, in a third floor walk-up place which turned out to be quite spacious. “Make yourselves comfortable” he said as they entered what turned out to be a large living room. And as if to show what he meant by comfortable, he himself immediately started to strip off his own clothes. If he had wondered, given that Kyle was the youngest of the four, that he might be embarrassed by the direct nature of what was about to take place, he he was sadly mistaken. Along with the others, Kyle swiftly shed his clothes and stood there naked in all his young splendour. And as if to confirm its willingly active role in what was to happen, his cock had already pulled itself to attention and was now holding itself at a steep angle to his stomach in obvious, eager anticipation of the part it intended to play in what was to come. Notwithstanding the fact the Greg and Brett had seen their young companion naked in the showers at the gym, they were both clearly gob-smacked by the sheer magnificence of what they now saw before them with its full, rock-hard potential ready to be realised, pointing more or less directly at them.

Ready for action as it now clearly was, if ever a man’s penis was worthy of the title, fuck-stick, then this was it; what Kyle was now displaying to the other three was an absolutely definitive, massively erect, dead-straight cock; rock-hard and ready to fuck and with a beautifully defined head, raring to stretch any anal sphincter which came its way; Kyle was just indescribably sexually attractive. As he looked at Kyle standing there, Steve too also marvelled at the confident way that the shrinking violet of a lad he had introduced to the undoubted joys of gay sex only yesterday, had suddenly blossomed into such a sexually-desirable hunk of prime young muscle-cock, clearly ready to go.

He had been sure from the word go in his school office that Kyle was gay; but the transformation which had occurred in Kyle in such a brief space of time and his obvious confidence in what Steve alone knew to be a totally new type of occasion for him, was little short of extraordinary. But Steve was now curious to see how Kyle would hold up when it came to participating in the gymnastic antics which were an inevitable part of group sex. He knew from last night’s experience in bed with Kyle what the lad could both take and deliver; and he had no qualms at all about Kyle’s capabilities to deliver a really rough fuck; but a one-on-one encounter was quite different to four, horny and randy guys going at it together. How would Kyle fare when push came to shove in a randy foursome?

As they were in Greg’s apartment, he took charge took charge of the proceedings and went immediately to a cupboard from which he produced a large box of Imperial Size Trojan condoms and several tubes of lubricant. He handed a condom to each of the guys and motioned to Kyle to roll the rubber onto his expectantly waiting cock.

Then he said: “Well guys I guess we are ready and so I suggest that as we have the new boy on the bloc with us, in the form of Steve’s new, young friend, Kyle, here with us today for the first time, that we three introduce ourselves to him in the traditional way we usually do when we welcome a newcomer to our group and that we then allow him to do the same for us. Then with the introduction formalities out of the way we can all relax and enjoy each other’s talents for the rest of the afternoon.” Of course, Kyle had not the slightest idea of what the so-called traditional way of introduction involved, but he was soon to find out. But it has to be said that he was totally un-phased by what then happened as he conducted himself as if gay-sex had always been was part and parcel of his daily life.

Greg turned to Steve and said: “Steve as you are the one to have brought Kyle with you here today, perhaps you would do us the honour of introducing your young friend to us by initiating our traditional greeting procedure.”

So Steve went up to Kyle and led him to a table onto which he gently pushed him flat onto his back. Then he took Kyle legs and pulled him bodily so that his ass was more or less on the edge of the table, before going round to the other side and pulling Kyle’s legs back over his body. Kyle found himself flat on his back, with his legs held fast by Steve, bent across his body. His ass and expectant anus were more or less on the edge of the table offering easy access to any cock in the vicinity. Greg then approached the recumbent Kyle, telling him to hold his own kit against his stomach leaving free access to his anus, the all important port of entry. He then applied a generous amount of lubricant to Kyle’s hole and to his own rubber-clad erection before pushing his fuck-stick deep into Kyle’s anus. Simultaneously, Steve pulled off the condom he was wearing, thrust his own naked cock into Kyle’s mouth, thereby allowing the lad to suck him off whilst Greg fucked him. Once Greg felt Kyle’s anal sphincter relax, he very smoothly gave him the full length of his hard erection and then paused for a few seconds before giving him five or six long and powerful strokes of his cock. He did not attempt to bring either himself or Kyle to orgasm, but merely allowed him to experience and enjoy the feel of his new partner’s man-meat inside of him. He and Steve then withdrew their cocks from Kyle: he from Kle’s ass and Steve from his mouth..

Kyle was beside himself with pleasure as he now saw what the so-called traditional welcome involved. He sensed he was to experience in quick succession the cocks of his three companions both in his mouth and anus before the beginning of what he imagined was to be an afternoon of intense group sex. And he was not disappointed as Greg now replaced Steve and thrust his cock into Kyle’s mouth whilst Brett did Kyle’s anus the honours with his cock. Finally, Steve thrust his cock with which Kyle was already intimately familiar, into his anus and gave him his six long and firm strokes of welcome to the group whilst Brett allowed Kyle to suck his cock. 

Kyle then thought that his welcome to the group was complete but he was so very wrong, for he then saw that the three of them required him to do exactly the same to them as they had just done to him. And so one by one they each offered the young lad their own asses and allowed him to give each of them a six stroke reaming with his magnificent fuck-stick. Finally to complete the welcoming ritual, each of them then knelt in turn in front of Kyle and allowed him to give them a token face-fuck.

With the introductions now over, the atmosphere became totally relaxed as the four young men settled down an afternoon of intense sex. Kyle, the newcomer, was guided into what his part was to be by the three others, who, as he quickly saw, were obviously regular sexual communicants. For Kyle’s first experience of group sex, Steve began by thrusting his cock into Greg’s ass. Then Kyle was motioned to thrust his own tool into Steve’s hole; the other two then followed suit, so that the four of them were then linked together, with Greg at the head of the line, his own rampant cock being the only one not actually engaged with one of his partners; so Steve was inside Greg, Kyle inside Steve and Brett inside Kyle, with Brett’s rearguard ass being, for the moment un-penetrated.

Greg coordinated what happened next. “OK guys, on the count of three let’s get to it and fuck and I want you to try to coordinate each stroke of your cock so that you all withdraw together and then thrust yourselves back in one movement together. Try to make each stroke of your cock as long and powerful, as possible so that we all manage to cum more or less together.” And so the four of them, joined together ass to cock, began to fuck each other, whilst Greg as head of the pack and whose cock was therefore free, simultaneously jerked himself off in time with the others. For Kyle it was a totally new experience, being fucked himself and simultaneously fucking the guy in front of him. When they all reached climax and experienced simultaneous orgasms as Greg had planned, it was, for Kyle a truly great, revelatory moment in his still new sex life. And then, after a moment’s pause, with all of them still joined together ass to cock, Greg pulled his own ass free of Steve cock, went to the end of the line and thrust himself full length into Brett’s hitherto untouched anus; then the four of them repeated the whole ritual. Not until all four of them had experienced the front and rear positions did they all finally collapse into a joyous but sweaty heap.

What was quite amazing for Kyle was the fact that in spite of four successive bouts of vigorous copulation, all four of them managed to maintain rock-hard boners throughout, and each time as they reached the much desired climactic orgasm, they all still produced sizeable emissions of cum. But a few minutes later, after they had all cooled down somewhat the sex drive and the desire to fuck drove them on yet again. And as fresh as daisies, in spite of their recent monumental, four-man tour-de-force of gay anal copulation, they now fucked each other more or less to a stand-still, with the same vigour. So Kyle was able to fuck and suck the other three and be fucked and sucked back several times by each of them in turn, before they finally stopped for a well-deserved pause. But what a powerful motivating force sex is; that afternoon the four of them, had just wanted to fuck each other silly; and that is exactly what they did. In a word, the four young studs fucked and sucked each other until they more or less dropped.

Greg went into the kitchen and came back with several cans of cold beer, which they all appreciated. As Greg said to them: “Fucking is a truly great pastime; but why does it have to be such fucking hard-work, not to make a pun?” At which they all laughed. Things had more or less wound down when Greg suddenly said; “Guys, what you say to giving Kyle, our new recruit, a flying-fuck as a send-off before we call it a day.” Kyle had no idea what they had in mind but he soon saw what was to happen to him as Brett and Mike told Kyle to put his arms around their shoulders. Greg then picked up Kyle’s legs and told him to wrap them around his waist; then in that semi-suspended position, Kyle felt is ass penetrated for the last time that afternoon as Greg thrust his boner deep into his anus and proceeded to give him what was to be the farewell fuck of the day. Kyle was beside himself with pleasure that the three of them had decided to give him such a marvellous send off to end his first group-sex, man-to-man session with the three of them.

And the fact that Greg had referred to him as our new recruit had not escaped him either. Greg and Kyle each finally shot their last loads of the day – well of that afternoon, anyway – and Steve and Kyle finally left with Kyle mentally in a totally new world. He knew that he had finally arrived; after a great deal of soul searching, Steve Shanit’s teach-in had been a great success; it had completely changed Kyle’s outlook on life. Thanks to Steve, he had finally thrown off any doubts he still had about his own sexuality. He now accepted the fact that he was undoubtedly gay, and moreover, again due to Steve’s tutelage, he had become, more or less overnight, an actively practising homosexual. As Steve drove them back to his place, Kyle sat there in his seat in a hazy state of euphoric contemplation; he could hardly believe his good luck; he had both fucked and been fucked he knew not how many times; but he knew he had enjoyed every minute of the last two days.

CHAPTER 9

But as they arrived at Steve’s apartment block, the reality hit Kyle; he suddenly realised that he had not returned home from school on Friday evening and here it was Saturday evening. A great deal of water had flowed under the bridge in that short space of time and Kyle knew that it was a different young man to the one who had gone off to school that fateful Friday morning and who would now have to confront his mother and stepfather, whenever that might be. “Steve, I think I ought to get going and go home as my parents have no idea where I am – not that they much care, given the relationship we have together. But nevertheless I think I need to put in an appearance.”

Steve however, had other ideas as he clearly did not what to let Kyle go. And so they went into his apartment and Steve opened some beer. He then said: “Kyle, I don’t know of you realise it, but you truly are something else. Both Greg and Brett could not get enough of you this afternoon and I don’t know if you noticed it, but when we were working out together in the gym this morning all eyes were on you. You have a sort of magnetic quality about you, which frankly given your physique and and sexual endowments is not at all surprising. Kyle, I kid you not when I tell you that you could have any guy you want. Anyway Kyle, to cut to the chase, before you leave to go back home, I would really like to polish your knob for you just once more to bring our two days to a conclusion.”

And that is how Kyle and Steve again finished up in Steve’s bed. Steve had wanted, as he had said, to polish Kyle’s knob again, by which, as Kyle found out, he wanted Kyle more or less to face-fuck him in a vigorous blow-job, an act to which Kyle had no objection. But once his cock was once again hard and he had shot his nth load of the day into Steve’s throat, he himself was then taken with the desire to fuck his partner yet again; and so he rolled Steve over onto his back, knelt in front of him, pulled his legs over his shoulders and proceeded to give Steve’s hole yet another hammering, And then of course as so frequently happens when guys start to fuck, both young men found that their sexual drive had again taken over and that they just could not stop. And so in spite of Kyle’s best intentions to leave and go home, they went on fucking and sucking each other until, utterly exhausted by the sheer physical effort, they again fell asleep.

Sunday morning dawned and Kyle was again the first to waken. He showered quickly and was pulling on his clothes just as Steve woke up. “Morning Steve; I think I need to get on my way and go home and try to explain why I have been away for two nights. I really don’t know what I am going to say to my mother and my stepfather by way of an explanation; so if you have any suggestions I shall be grateful to hear them.”

Steve looked at his young lover, for that is now how he thought of Kyle, reflected for a few moments and said: “Kyle, you have just been through a two day period which has totally changed your outlook on life. We came together because I felt I had to punish you for your bad behaviour; but then one thing led to another; and well, you know what happened, You have to face the fact that you are a gay young man and aged eighteen as you now are, you are not committing any crime by being gay and having sex with other men. I think you now have to bite the bullet and tell your parents that you have long known that you were gay and that these last two days you have confirmed that fact and are now a practicing homosexual. You may as well tell them now, as one way or another they will find out eventually. Either they accept it or they don’t; but that is something both you and they have to face up to either now or later; and in my view, I think that you will do better to face up to it now. It won’t be easy; it never is; but please do not tell them that you have been having sex with me, one of your teachers at school. If that ever gets out, then my career as a school teacher is over and I might well finish up in gaol.”

Kyle listened intently to this advice: “Steve, I would never ever even think of pushing you under a bus after all you have just done for me. It was you that showed me the light; I was a willing party to what we did together and I shall be forever grateful to you for helping me find my true self. And you know what? I think you a right. I shall tell them the whole story without naming names. And I know that I shall feel a lot better in myself now that I have acknowledged and openly declared what I am and the life I intend to lead. I realise that no words are going to change me; I am what I am and either they accept me as such or they don’t. But just let me tell you in view of the unhappy home life I have had since I was a small child, whatever the outcome, I shall not stay with them much longer. I am eighteen year old and am now legally my own man and so I shall do exactly as I want. To be quite clear, I intend to get out of the house forever as soon as I possibly can. My stepfather has made my life a misery and as oi have already told you, I have had more then enough.”

CHAPTER 10

That Sunday morning, after breakfast Steve offered to drive Kyle back to the part of town where he lived; not of course to the actual house where Kyle lived, as he did not want anyone to see the two of them together. It was all Steve could do to restrain himself and keep his hands off Kyle as they sat there at breakfast together; Steve really did have the hots for his pupil and would have liked to have fucked him again there and then. But for once common sense prevailed and the two of them did not indulge in any sexual activity that Sunday morning before Kyle left to go home.

It was about ten o’clock when Kyle finally walked into the house to be confronted immediately by Mr. Roberts, his stepfather who was obviously in a foul mood and raring for a row with his stepson. To say that the shit hit the fan from the moment Mr Roberts clapped his eyes on his stepson, is by no means an understatement; Kyle knew his stepfather was out for his blood from the moment he saw him.

“Where the hell have you been since Friday? Your mother has been out of her mind with worry wondering if something had happened to you.” In point of fact, this was a total untruth for, as we already know, neither his mother nor his stepfather gave a toss about Kyle. But that did not stop Mr. Roberts tearing a strip off Kyle. “Are you deaf boy? I asked you where you have been for the last two days and what the hell have you been doing.”

But the Kyle who was being confronted by his hectoring stepfather that Sunday morning was no longer the same young man who had gone off to school on Friday just two days ago. His experiences with Steve had changed him completely; he now had a totally different outlook on life; he felt completely sure of himself now that he had found, confirmed and exercised his true sexuality. And so, retaining his cool in face of his volcanically enraged stepfather, he said, very gently: “Well, not that it concerns you, but if you must know I spent the last two days with a friend.”

This evasive answer further stoked the already roaring rage in which his stepfather had worked himself: “What the fuck do you mean when you say: not that it concerns me? You are living in my house under my roof and being fed and clothed by me and I want to know where you have been the last two days and who is your so-called friend? And what have you been doing together for the last two days? Come on; out with it, I want an answer; and be quick with it before I take you upstairs and skin your hide.”

Kyle decided that the moment had come to throw caution to the winds and to burn his bridges; it had to happen sometime and now seemed as good a moment as any to break with his hated stepfather and the unhappy family environment in which he had lived most of his life. And so he took the bull by the horns and said to his stepfather: “It may have escaped your tiny, miserable, alcohol-soaked mind, but I am now eighteen years old and in case you are unaware of the fact, under the laws of this country I am legally free to do what I want; to go wherever and whenever I wish; and have friends of my own choosing, without your permission. It’s called coming of age; face facts old man; legally I am a man and I can do what I wish without any interference from you. I’ve put up with your bullying ways for most of my life, but as of right now, no longer; I am now free of your control and you had just better believe it. And so, there is no way that you are ever going to touch me again with your beloved belt.”

“But if you really want to know the about the last two days, for starters, just get a load of this. The fact of the matter is that I am a practising gay: a homosexual: a bugger: a sodomite: a pervert. Call me what you will. You will from now on have to live with the fact that your stepson is a man who sucks cock and has anal sex with other like minded men; and there is nothing at all which you or my mother can do to change that fact. And to answer your question about where I have been the last two nights; I stayed with a friend; a guy you don’t know; a guy you don’t need to know; a guy you will never ever meet. And yes to answer your unasked question, we had sex together. In fact we had an absolute ball of a time together. And last night, we had a great sex party with two other guys and for you information I fucked and sucked everyone and everyone fucked and sucked me; and I enjoyed every minute of it.”

If this speech had been designed to shock Kyle’s stepfather, it did just that. But it did much more, for Mr Roberts now became incandescent with rage, having been talked to in such a brutally frank manner by his stepson. Kyle had not spared his stepfather in the slightest, as he had seen the occasion as what might best be described as pay-back time. He had enjoyed making his stepfather squirm as he finally told him in no uncertain terms what he thought of him and how, now that he was of age, he was a free agent and beyond his stepfather’s control.

Mr Roberts was apoplectic with rage: “You may be of age, but whilst you’re living under my roof and I am feeding you, you will obey my orders or get out. And if you think that I am going to support a sexual pervert like you, you can think again, because it ain’t going to happen; either you clean up your act or you can get out.”

“Well now that I finally know where I stand with you, as if I didn’t already, you – in fact the whole lot of you – which includes you, my mother and my half-sisters, have seen the last of me today. I’ll get my things and get out from this place right now; and believe me; you’ll never see me again. I’m my own man as of right now and I’ll paddle my own canoe without any interference from you. And if I want to have sex with other men, then that’s my affair and there’s not a thing you can do to stop me; it’s not illegal anymore and I am of age. So you can just fuck off, you stupid, drunken, miserable old fart. I’m done with you forever as of right now; in fact I’m done with the whole lot of you.”

With that, Kyle went up to his room and collected together his few possessions, mainly clothing and from a tin box beneath his bed, all his worldly wealth: a sum just under $300.- which he had nickel-and-dimed together by working Saturday mornings filling up shelves at a local grocery store. When he came downstairs both his mother and his stepfather were standing there waiting for him. His mother said: “Kyle, you can’t be serious about walking out just like this. Where on earth are you going to go? And what about your school? You can’t just walk out on us like this after all your father and I have done for you over the years; you can’t be so ungrateful; and anyway, where are you going to go and what are you going to do for money?”

“Firstly ma, that stupid, drunken, old git you call your husband is not my father; he never has been and never will be. And frankly, all the pair of you have ever done for me has been to make my life a misery in this house for as long as I can remember. Yes that includes you too ma, as for the most part you have gone along with him: you have always supported him against me. Well, I’ve now had enough; and don’t tell me how ungrateful I am, because neither of you have ever shown me the slightest kindness, so I’ve really nothing at all to be grateful for. My life in this house has been absolutely miserable ever since you misguidedly married that alcoholic idiot you call your husband. Well, you and he and your two miserable daughters, whom I do not own as sisters, have made your own bed and now the four of you can lie in it. So I’m on my way right now and that is the last you’ll ever see of me.”

Then without waiting for any further invective from either of his parents, Kyle picked up his rucksack and left. He went to the garage where he kept his bike and, rucksack on his back, pedalled away leaving his two erstwhile parents in what had all the makings of an apoplectic fit. His stepfather shouted after him that he would have the police on him for stealing the push-bike; but Kyle just pedalled on regardless. He had finally had the courage of his convictions to say that enough was enough and he had done what he had always intended to do; he had left home for good.

It was not long however, before the harsh reality of his situation hit Kyle. He found himself in a sort of modified situation of the old adage; Marry in haste, repent at leisure. Married he certainly had not, but having quit the only home he had ever known on the spur of moment, however awful it had been, he suddenly realised that he has no idea what he was going to do or where he was going to go. Talk about a plan B; Kyle didn’t even have a plan A. But the die was cast and there was no going back; so in sheer desperation he made his way back to Steve, the person whose actions had unknowingly galvanised him into doing what he had just done. And so an hour or so later having crossed town, standing there with his rucksack, he knocked on the door of Steve’s apartment and waited.

Steve opened the door, took one look at his young protégé and pupil. The rucksack said it all. So Steve said: “Well Kyle, I was sort of expecting you back, but not quite so soon; anyway I guess you had better come in.” And then the whole story of what had happened after his return home came pouring out; Kyle told Mike how he had taken a spur of the moment decision and done what he had always vowed to himself: that when he came of age, he would leave home for ever. Without actually spelling things out in words, it was obvious that Kyle was hoping he could stay with Steve at least for a few nights to give him time to sort himself out. Where else could he go?

Steve now found himself in somewhat of a quandary. Here, offered to him on a plate, was a physically attractive, highly-sexed young stud whom he really liked and whom he would be happy to have around more or less permanently as a live-in sex-partner were it not for the unfortunate fact that this guy, for whom he really did have the hots, was a pupil at the school where he taught. Alarm bells were already ringing in his ears as the thought of what might happen to him if it ever came out – as it surely would – that he was co-habiting with one of his students. OK, so Kyle was of age; but the school rules were strict and he knew he would be out on his ear immediately if it came out that one of his students was living with him; he would be out of a job with no references and possibly classed as a paedophile, which he most certainly was not.

But Kyle, who also desperately wanted to have regular sex with Steve, also realised that at the moment that Steve was his only opportunity of somewhere to stay that night. But he too was also aware of the difficulties that his moving in with Steve could probably bring. And so he said: “Steve I don’t want to make any trouble for you, but now that I am here I kind of hoped that you might consider letting stay with you – at least for a few days; so here is what I had thought. I am definitely not going back home anymore; when I walked out earlier this afternoon, I told them it was forever – and I meant it! Look Steve, if you let me come and stay with you, I’ll quit school immediately and find myself a job. I’m eighteen now and can legally leave school anytime I wish; so there is nothing to stop me telling Mr. Schmitt, the Principal, that I am quitting school tomorrow. I know that it is not normal and that usually most students stay until the end of the school year. But let’s face facts; if I stay until the end of the year and I am living here with you it could land you in deep shit. I’m very unlikely to get my high-school diploma as I know I’m just not smart enough academically to pass the exams and make the grade. So I have decided that I might as well face the facts right now; bite the bullet, so to speak, leave school and find myself some sort of a job – any job at all – which does not need paper qualifications. How does that grab you for an idea Steve?”

Steve, who wanted nothing more to have his young protégé around as his sex partner, was astounded by the thought that Kyle had evidently already put into the idea and was thrilled at the prospect that Kyle was as eager as he himself was to continue the relationship between them, which had begun only a couple of days previously. What an irresistible force sexual attraction of one person for another is! Certainly if Kyle were no longer a pupil at the school, that would resolve any legal issues.

He became even more impressed as Kyle went on: “When you took me to the gym yesterday, I noticed a sign in the entrance saying: Help wanted. So here’s my immediate plan. Tomorrow is Monday; so the first thing tomorrow morning, I’ll go and see Mr. Schmitt and tell him that I am leaving the school as of then. I am sure he will be surprised, but there is nothing at all he can do to stop me now that I am eighteen; and I have no intention of hanging around listening to him preach ad nauseam to me about the error of my ways and how I ought to stay on until the end of the year and get my High School Diploma. I’ll tell him I am leaving as of then and that will that.”

“Then I’ll go down town to the gym and see what sort of help they need. I hope it will be helping their clients with their training routines; in fact, as you know, PE and sports are the only things at which I am any good, (apart from sex, Steve thought as he listened to Kyle’s plan) but it really does not matter, as I am ready to do any job which they have on offer so that I am earning some money right away to pay for my keep. So Steve, assuming that everything goes according to plan, would it be OK for me to stay with you here for few days until I get things sorted out? I shall not be burden on you Steve and I will pay you for my keep; I have almost three hundred bucks of my own money and I can give you that right now; and as I shall no longer be your pupil you will not have problems with the school and risk losing your job because of me.”

Steve listened to what Kyle had had to say about his plans and was greatly impressed by the determination that the young man had shown. Truth to tell, from the moment that Kyle had walked into his apartment, Steve had had no intention, whatever the legal implications of the situation, of letting Kyle go off on his own. He was totally besotted by the young man and he had already, in his own mind, decided that come what may, Kyle could stay with him for as long as he wished. The sexual attraction he felt for Kyle was just too strong to allow him to leave; even before Kyle had told him of his plans, he had already decided to throw caution to the winds and allow him to stay. But now, having listened to what Kyle planned to do, he realised that even though he was not an academically bright guy, the young man had a great deal of that not-too-common-commodity: common sense. Kyle was clearly a self-starter; and so it was with considerable warmth that he welcomed the young man into his home. Steve just felt in his bones that Kyle would do OK in life; and at that very moment, in the early afternoon, with his sex vibes strengthening with each passing moment, he wanted to nothing more than grab the young man, rip his clothes off and fuck him again.

“OK Kyle, you can stay with me as long as it takes. But there is just one thing; this place has only one bedroom and one bed.”

“That’s OK Steve; I’ll sleep on the couch or on the floor.”

“Don’t be obtuse, Kyle; that will not be necessary unless you object to sleeping with me.”

And so Kyle moved in with Steve and shared not only his bedroom but also his bed with him from the very first night onwards. Kyle was euphoric with pleasure. Just a few days ago he had been a shrinking gay virgin and now here he was about to live with another man, a man whom he absolutely adored, and whose bed he was going to share with all the sexual pleasure that that promised. Could things ever have worked out better under the circumstances?

CHAPTER 11

Kyle and Steve went out to a local fast food joint for lunch. When they came back, although quite unspoken, both of them knew what that Sunday afternoon together would hold for them. Steve led Kyle straight into the bedroom and pulled his T shirt off over his head. Kyle needed no encouragement as he was just as keen as Steve was to have sex; so he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks undid his belt and stepped out of his pants and stood there stripped other than for his Y fronts. Steve stood there for a moment looking admiringly at the sexy young hunk that was standing in front of him, before reaching pulling Kyle’s slip down and liberating Kyle’s magnificent f man-meat, which was already rising to the occasion.

Pushing the now naked Kyle flat on his back onto the bed, Steve now stripped himself naked, before before kneeling on the bed beside Kyle. The then kissed Kyle fully on the mouth before very gently starting to kiss his entire upper body. Kyle was in a state of high arousal as Steve’s tongue and lips crept slowly and gently down his skin towards their ultimate destination, which due to this foreplay was already rock-hard and dripping with pre-cum in anticipation of the ultimate pleasure shortly to come. But Steve was intent on making his partner fully aroused before indulging in the sex act itself. With his considerable expertise, he circled Kyle’s nipples with his tongue, until they were has hard as rocks and fully erect. By the time he had finished, Kyle could hardly bear the touch of his lover’s tongue on his nipples as they had become so sensitive, for Steve was truly making love to his young partner as he prepare him for the ultimate act of sex And so Steve moved ever further down Kyle’s torso, covering his entire skin with his kisses until he finally arrived at the ultimate goal: his partner’s magnificently erect phallus.

By this time, although his cock had not yet been touched by his lover, Kyle was already fully aroused and on the verge of an orgasm. Kyle had never in his life been treated to such affection and he realised that Steve was taking the sex act to a different level, way beyond the mere physical act of copulation. He was attempting to do something to Kyle that was something way above raw sex. This was not to be an afternoon where two young studs just fucked the living daylights out of each other, but an act imbued with love. For the first time in his life, Kyle felt that someone truly cared for him; someone wanted him. And when you consider the miserable home-life that the lad had endured for so many years, you can easily see how Kyle allowed himself to be carried away by the gentleness of Steve’s actions.

In a word, Kyle was experiencing a true taste of euphoria as he felt Steve leading him gently up to the ultimate moment when he knew his partner would finally penetrate him and take him to delirious heights of sheer pleasure; taking him to heaven and back as he shared his own meat with him and taking both of them to the fabulously satisfying state of nirvana arrived at by the achievement of simultaneous orgasms. Already after only a few days experience of gay sex, Kyle had realised that the orgasm produced by fucking, or being fucked by, another man, was one of the greatest experiences he would ever enjoy in his life. He had already understood fully the unbelievably exquisite pleasure which the sex act brought with it at the moment of orgasm and why sex was the key driving force in life.

But if he had hoped that Steve was about to penetrate him, he was to destined still to wait as Steve had by no means finished with what had turned into a long period of foreplay before beginning the final act of anal intercourse itself. Steve held his partner’s magnificent ten inch, erect cock in his hand and very delicately, with the tip of his tongue, circled Kyle’s penis just below the rim of its cock-head, the very sensitive area where the lad’s foreskin had been cut away as a baby. The indescribably exquisite felling which Kyle experienced as Steve’s tongue lapped again and again with extreme delicacy that hypersensitive area, drove Kyle into paroxysms of pleasure the likes of which he had never before experienced when he had jerked himself off. Kyle had already ridden steeply up the learning curve of gay-sex techniques but now he was experiencing something beyond his wildest imagination. However, Steve had still not finished with Kyle’s preparation for the ultimate act. He now applied his tongue directly to Kyle’s cock-slit before finally taking the whole magnificent head of Kyle’s cock into his mouth thereby completing what by any standard had to be considered as the definitive blow-job on the young man’s cock. By this time, Kyle could no longer control himself and climaxed into a huge orgasm, shooting his first creamy load of the day partly into Steve’s mouth and partly over his face.

“Steve, please, please stop; I can’t stand it anymore, you have just got to fuck me here and now otherwise I am going to go stark raving mad. Please, please just fuck me as hard as you can.”

Steve looked down on his young partner and smiled at a job well done. He knew he had taken Kyle to the heights of erotic, sexual pleasure of which the lad he had hitherto never dreamed; had never even known existed; and now he was ready for the next phase. Steve stood up, picked up a towel and wiped Kyle’s sperm off his own face. He then opened a bedside drawer in which he kept the necessities for anal sex, took out a tube of lubricant and applied a generous amount to his own erect tool, which was also by now dripping with pre-cum, before kneeling down in front of Kyle, spreading his legs and lubricating the lad’s hole prior to penetration. Kyle waited patiently, observing Steve’s every move as he prepared him for the ultimate act of sex. His patience was finally rewarded when Steve lifted his legs into the air, pushed them forward over Kyle’s stomach and with one smooth movement gave the lad the full length of his hard member.

“Steve, I just feel so very good with you inside me. Please, please, please, don’t hold back. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I want a really rough fuck. So do your worst on my hole. I just want my ass to be reamed out as if it were the last time ever.”

Steve smiled as he listened to Kyle’s wishes, which he then totally ignored; he had set off on a sexual journey of instruction with the young man and before even shafting him with his cock had already taken him to the heights of ecstasy, the likes of which he was sure Kyle had never ever known existed. And so it was now to be with the ultimate sex act, as Steve prepared to share his large and very experienced piece of man-meat, with his young partner. Both Steve and Kyle were blessed with exceptionally large and straight cocks; Kyle’s being slightly larger than his mentor’s. But the fraction of an inch that Steve lacked in length he made up for in girth and experience. He waited with his cock fully bottomed inside of Kyle with his own pelvis pressed tightly against Kyle’s ass, before very gently and smoothly withdrawing it more or less to its full length leaving just his knob inside of Kyle’s anus. And then he began, first quite slowly, the long, but nevertheless powerful, loving fuck that he wished his young partner to experience. As stroke followed stroke, with ever increasing force and speed, Kyle felt every inch of his partner’s magnificent fuck-stick as it slid smoothly in and out of him. It was sheer pleasure for him to see the care and attention which Steve was lavishing on his ass: a true act of love.

But eventually, as inevitably happens to the active partner engaged in the sex act, in this case, Steve, he became so aroused by what he was doing that he simply had to give way to his basic instincts and began to fuck Kyle with all the ferocity and vigour which the lad had originally asked for. But even in the unavoidable throes of vigour to which the sex act inevitably leads, Steve was such an expert with his cock that he was still able to control himself sufficiently until the moment he sensed that his young partner himself was about to climax; and then, at that very point of no return, he withdrew himself totally from Kyle and waited a full two seconds before plunging his rock-hard meat back into the lad’s anus for the last time, thereby bringing both of them to that state of nirvana: the simultaneous, climactic orgasm.

Now we all know how brief that exquisite moment of orgasm is and the effort that is put into achieving it; but on this occasion for the young and relatively inexperienced Kyle, who had just been subjected to what was nothing less than a master class in the true gentle art of anal copulation, his own emission of creamy sperm and the utterly indescribable orgasmic sensation of extreme pleasure, which inevitably accompanied it, seemed to go on forever. Steve felt very satisfied with his own performance as he had wanted to show Kyle just what truly great, anal sex could be like; and it is safe to say that he had admirably succeeded. And needless to say, Steve simultaneously shot his own generous load deep into Kyle and thereby brought himself to his own orgasm.

Both young men were now dripping with sweat; Steve was lying flat on top of his young partner, his cock still hard and embedded deeply inside Kyle’s ass; they were, for want of a better description, sort of glued together by Kyle’s generous emissions which he had sprayed all over Steve’s chest and over himself too. Kyle had never before experience such a copious emission of sperm and he marvelled at the sheer quantity that he had produced; much more than he had ever achieved by jerking himself off. But now lying there embraced by Steve, it was for Kyle a moment of unalloyed pleasure and contentment the likes of which he had never ever before experienced. It had already brought home to him how important was the close friendship of a like- minded soul. He had never in his life had what is usually known as a best friend; and as he lay there in that wonderful post-coital bliss of Steve’s arms he was already wondering if Steve was going to be that special person; was Steve going to become Kyle’s best friend? My God how things had changed. Two days ago Steve, the teacher, had taken Kyle, the pupil, to his office at school to punish him; to thrash his ass for him; and now here they were, if not yet as true, committed lovers, at least as intimate sex partners.

And so for half an hour or so they lay together until Steve suddenly withdrew his still hard meat from his partner’s ass and said: “Roll over Kyle and stick your ass well up in the air and I’ll try and fulfil your wish for a really rough, hard fuck.” And then without waiting for Kyle to reply, he pulled the lad up by his arms, swung him around on the bed, forced him down to his knees and knelt behind him, surveying the ass he had just fucked. Kyle did not resist when Steve told him to spread his legs and said: “Come on Kyle, jump to it lad I’m going to do for you what you asked me to do; so open your legs and let the dog see the rabbit.”

Steve’s actions were not altogether altruistic, for he himself wanted to rough fuck his young partner just as much Kyle was yearning to be fucked yet again; an example of how quickly anal sex becomes addictive. Then, with no warning at all to Kyle, Steve again plunged his hard meat deep inside Kyle with considerable force, again giving him his full length. Then exactly as Kyle had requested Steve showed him another side of his character; he pumped the lad’s backside as sadistically hard and as fast as he could, with the movements of his erect penis resembling the motion and regularity of a piston of a steam locomotive. Kyle was once again delirious with pleasure as he felt Steve pounding him relentlessly with his magnificent piece of hard flesh, reciprocating at great speed and force, in and out of his fuck-hole. And if he had enjoyed being made love to by Steve, he now equally enjoyed being treated in a brutal manner by the man whom he now saw as his mentor in all matters sexual. When the second climax finally came, it was again for both of them together. Kyle jerked out a seemingly endless stream of spunk which he sprayed everywhere. Steve again discharged his own offering deep inside of Kyle before this time withdrawing himself from his partner. And then, once again exhausted by their efforts the two of them fell soundly asleep on what was by now a rather soggy bed.

They slept until early evening when it was again Kyle who woke first. He looked at Steve, still sleeping naked, flat on his back with that wonderful piece of male-meat, with which he had taken Kyle to heaven and back twice that afternoon, now flaccid and resting peacefully. Kyle marvelled, as he looked at his partner’s sex organ, that such an inoffensive looking object was capable of turning itself into the battering ram which, just a few hours ago, had given him the two greatest sexual experiences of his life. By way of paying homage to his partner, Kyle bent over and took his partner’s soft piece of man-meat in his hand; then he took Steve’s cock-head into his mouth and very gently started sucking it. Very quickly, even though Steve was still deep asleep, his penis started to perk itself up and in a few minutes Kyle was able to serve Steve as Steve had served him. With the tip of his tongue, he very delicately circled repeatedly the well-defined rim of Steve’s cock and from time to time applied his tongue to the slit. And as he continued with his gentle ministrations with his tongue on Steve’s cock-head, the glans penis, that most sensitive part of a male’s sexual anatomy, Kyle saw that he had gradually induced a full erection of Steve’s meat, which by now rock-hard stood there proudly ready for action.

Steve suddenly now awoke from his deep sleep, and saw that his young partner had succeeded in giving him a true boner and was now intent on profiting from the opportunity which he had managed to create for himself. Neither of them said a word as Kyle now took Steve’s cock fully into his mouth and gave him a very vigorous blow job as he used Steve’s cock to fuck his own face. Steve marvelled at the way his young partner, a sexually totally inexperienced, virgin student only two days ago, had adapted himself to the techniques of gay sex in the way a duck takes to water. And he watched with amazement and with increasing sexual pleasure, as Kyle, in record short time, by judicious use of his tongue, rapidly brought him to a sexual climax, at which orgasmic moment he shot his enormous load into Kyle’s mouth and all over his face. But he also saw as he wallowed in the feeling of utter ecstasy which Kyle had just give him, that his young partner’s cock was already rock-hard and oozing drops of pre-cum, that Kyle had not yet finished with him. Before they had fallen asleep, it had been Steve who had spent the afternoon fucking Kyle; but he now realised that his well-fucked partner was himself raring to go and wanted – not only wanted, but intended – to give his ass a return round. Just looking at Kyle’s magnificent erection, he just knew that in a few moments he would have the pleasure of feeling Kyle use that marvellously erect piece of man-meat, his truly amazing fuck-stick, on his ass.

Not a word has been spoken by either of them, but Kyle, with the bit firmly between his teeth, needed no encouragement to take the matter to its conclusion. In fact at that very moment, he found himself in exactly the same mind-set as Steve had had the other day when he was preparing to give Kyle his maiden fuck. Just as Steve had known that the die was cast and that come what may, willingly or not, Kyle was going to get his ass fucked, so it also now was with Kyle. Not, of course, that Steve had any intention of objecting to what Kyle was intent on doing to him; indeed, quite the contrary, as he was looking forward to taking Kyle’s meat up his ass. But had he objected, he would not have deterred Kyle from his purpose. Kyle was just so in the throes of that sexual driving force that there was no way of stopping him taking the act to its conclusion. He reached for the tube of lubricant which was still lying open there on the bedside table, liberally anointed his rampant penis with it, before lifting up Steve’s legs, pulling them apart and thrusting his full ten-inch erection inside of his partner in one smooth movement. As Kyle bottomed his pelvis against his partner’s ass, Steve let out a groan of pleasure, which just that first act of deep penetration had given him.

Kyle waited for a few moments before starting on what was to be for Steve one of the hardest and roughest, but also the most exhilarating fucks of his life of which he had had plenty from which to judge. Whereas earlier that day, Steve had truly made love to Kyle as they had copulated together, this was just raw, brutal sex. Kyle was in a mood to be the dominant male of the moment and had the muscular physique, cock size and power to carry it through. He hammered his cock in and out of Steve’s anus at an unbelievable speed and with incredible force. As one long, powerful cock-stroke followed another, any consideration for his partner was thrown to the the winds. Kyle was totally in the throes of the sex urge and his only interest at that moment was to satisfy his own primeval sex needs, which were propelling him to fuck his partner with ever increasing ferocity. Not that Steve actually objected to what Kyle was doing to him, for he, like Kyle, also enjoyed a bout of really raw, rough sex. There was something extraordinary exhilarating about being fucked vigorously and at speed with the long firm strokes of a guy with a big, thick dick, which Kyle of course had. In fact, Steve did not mind at all being the object of Kyle’s obvious need, as a sexual beginner, to dominate and subdue his partner; to show him as it were, who was the Alpha Male of the moment.

And so totally intoxicated by his own sexual needs, Kyle rampaged on regardless with his massive cock until that inevitable climactic moment arrived when he discharged his orgasmic load of sperm all over Steve. Kyle, in spite of his brief experience at exercising his cock on another man, had already realised that there was a great deal of pleasure to be gained, particularly when indulging in really rough sex, from banging away as long as possible at one’s partner’s hole and delaying the ultimate pleasure of orgasm as long as possible; And so, on this occasion, he banged away at Steve’s hole with his cock for as long as he could, building up his own inner tension until he could hold himself back no longer from the inevitable, ultimate, moment of climax at which point he practically exploded in an orgasmic emission of his sperm, which he sprayed all over Steve who was beneath him. By some miracle, even though Kyle had not given the slightest thought of satisfying Steve’s needs during what had been a tour-de-force of anal sex to satisfy his own innate, egotistical need to dominate Steve with his cock, Steve too reached his own climax at the exact same moment; and so the two young men, with Kyle now on top of Steve, collapsed in a veritable tsunami of male sperm, of which they together seemed to have emitted gallons.

Still not a word had been said by either of them since the beginning of Kyle’s – well let’s call it what it truly was – virtuoso fuck; and that is not at all a bad definition for what our young, inexperienced stud had just achieved. He had just given Steve, his erstwhile teacher and mentor in sexual techniques, what amounted to a textbook demonstration – a bench-mark performance – in the art of rough butt- fucking, against which Steve would in future find himself automatically judging all others. In one fell swoop, driven by his own unleashed sexual desire, for so long dormant, Kyle had taken butt fucking to a level which few others ever achieve. Whether he knew when he set about stimulating Steve’s cock with his tongue a brief half-hour ago what that would lead to, is doubtful. But the simple fact of the matter was that Kyle had, in just two or three days, learned all he probably ever needed to know about gay sex; how to use his cock to perfection on another man’s ass; and how to ensure that his passive partner achieved his own climax and did not need recourse to jerking himself off to achieve his own orgasm as was so very often the case. Certainly, whether Kyle himself knew it or not, Steve had no doubt at all that his protégé had all the makings of an absolute cock star.

But copulation techniques aside, for Kyle himself, any hang-ups or doubts he might still have been harbouring about his own sexuality or his ability to exercise it to the full with another man, were now gone. He now knew one thing for sure; he was a confirmed, sexually-gay man and that his sexual future, wherever that might be, would only be with like-minded men. Steve, as he lay there with Kyle on top of him, was delighted to think that he had been instrumental in showing this magnificent young stud his true way forward; and all this provoked by Kyle himself, when he had viciously elbowed a member of the opposing team on the football field, which had led to Steve paddling him and and and….. Well you already know the whole story.

“Come on Kyle, young man, move your ass and up you get as we have work to do before we go out and eat. Kyle I have to tell you –and I really mean what I say – you are, by any standards a brilliant cocks-man. My god Kyle; what you just did for me with that magnificent cock of yours was truly amazing. You have only just started using your God-given physical attributes and you fuck like an experienced professional. But there are several things that you need to know, which we have not yet discussed. Firstly as you must be aware, fucking butt is really quite hard work although the rewards at the end of it are well worth the effort. But as you can now see, indulging ourselves bare-back – that’s what we have just done with each other – has one horrible downside; it’s a very messy and sticky business; especially for young men like you and me, who produce huge amounts of spunk, which gets absolutely everywhere, And so as you can see, if we are going to share this bed again tonight to sleep in, then we need to change the sheets as I hate, as you must too, trying to sleep in bedding soggy with sperm. It’s one thing as we have this afternoon, to dose off and sleep after we have just been fucking each other; but it is quite another to try to settle settle down in a sodden, cum-soaked bed for a proper night’s sleep. Call me pernickety if you want, but that is exactly what I think.”

“And that brings me to what I really want to tell you about gay sex. Fucking your partner bare-back is absolutely marvellous and OK between guys like you and me, both of whom are absolutely clean; by which I mean free of sexually transmitted diseases of which there are several, the deadliest being the HIV-Aids combination. But when you have sex with another man whom you do not know, you cannot take the risk of being infected by him by what he might be carrying, possibly unknown to himself, by way of unpleasant, transmittable baggage. And so Kyle, here is the absolute, unbreakable, golden rule. Never ever – and I do mean never ever – fuck anyone, man or, God forbid, a woman, without using a condom. I suppose that you do know Kyle, what a condom is: a transparent latex rubber sheath which you role onto your erect tool tool before sharing your most precious possession with someone else. And that goes also for the cases where you yourself are allowing someone to fuck you. Never allow your partner to get anywhere near your anus with his fuck-stick unless he is wearing a condom. And don’t ever be seduced into letting another guy fuck you bare-back on his say so that he is clean, however attracted towards him you might be. He may well be telling you the truth as he sees it; but equally he may be totally unaware that he is, in fact, a carrier. And please don’t tell me that it will never happen to you. Believe me Kyle, sooner than you might think, you will meet some young stud whose sexual allure you cannot resist or he yours, for that matter; and then, hey presto, before you know it, the two of you will be at it like rabbits. Believe me Kyle, it will happen and you must be prepared for it. Sexual attraction is such an unbelievably strong driving force, that most of us cannot resist it. So always be prepared Kyle; Always – and I do mean absolutely always – carry condoms and lubes on yourself; you never know when you might need them.”

“But apart from protecting you from the health risks of casual gay sexual intercourse, condoms also serve another less sinister and very useful function. If you look at the sodden mess the two of us have made of my bed by our antics this afternoon, you will realise that two active, gay guys living together and having sex on a regular basis, have got to find a better way to fuck each other. Male-female sex does not pose the same problem as only one partner, the man, is emitting the sperm and secondly it is usually caught and retained by the female or in a condom if the guy is using one as he fucks his partner and does not want to make her pregnant. But in gay sex, between two men, both partners shoot their loads and there is nowhere for their sperm to go; so, as you have just seen, not to make a pun, gay, anal fucking really does make a fucking awful, soggy mess. So my friend, as long as you are staying here and sharing the one and only bed in the place with me – and I certainly am not banishing you to the couch – when we are in bed together and either of us fancies a fuck, which, as I am sure you will agree, is more than a faint possibility, we will both, irrespective of who is fucking whom, don a condom in order to collect and contain our respective emissions, which on present evidence look like being copious, to say the very least That we we will be able to sleep in a dry and comfortable bed; and that, my dear Kyle, is a non-negotiable condition of your staying here.”.

“Jeezus man, you make it all sound so fucking technical and clinical but I guess you are right in both cases. So now that you are done with your lecture – and remember as of tomorrow you will no longer be my school teacher – shall we strip the bed we have jointly rendered uninhabitable and put on some fresh sheets before we go out to eat. And Steve, please, tonight, let me pay. I don’t want to feel I am sponging on you, which I know I sort of am doing; that at least would be a token gesture on my part and make me feel a hell of a lot better about what we are doing and your kindness for having taken me in.”

“And if I might make a suggestion, after my very brief experience with active gay sex, which has all been bare-back so far, I do enjoy really rough sex, both as the fucker and the fucked. Steve I admit that I really do enjoy being fucked by you and I equally enjoy just as much fucking you. And I completely understand your suggestion about using condoms all the time of which I have no experience; but I have truly enjoyed both giving and taking really rough, bare-back sex with you; so why don’t we agree that if either of us feels in that sort of aggressive mood where we want to fuck really hard core, we do it either in the kitchen or the bathroom so that we can clear up our mess more easily. You know Steve, I’ve very little personal personal experience, but I have looked at lots of gay porn videos on the internet and those guys fuck each other literally anywhere. OK bed is the most comfortable and if you want to make love as you just did to me this afternoon it is perhaps the best place; but it need not be the only place.”

“Point taken Kyle. So let’s change the bedding and then you can take me out to eat.”

Over dinner in a local restaurant, Kyle discussed with Steve, how he should handle his proposed meeting the following morning with Hector Schmitt, the school principal. Steve told him that he had never heard of anyone quitting school mid-term of his own volition, but as Kyle was now eighteen years old and of legal age, he was free to do so if he wished. But Steve once again felt he had to point out to the young man who had now become, by chance, his sex-partner, that in leaving before the end of term, he would leave without a diploma. Kyle again told his friend that he was not going to get a diploma anyway as he would not make the grade in the exams. So his view was what the hell difference did it make; and as he and Steve were fucking each other like rabbits, he reminded Steve that if he remained a pupil at the school he, Steve, might find himself in deep water and out of a job, not to mention a possible legal action against him. So he was going ahead as planned. He had left home for ever; tomorrow he was going to quit school forever.

With no immediate prospects of a job, other than the fact that he had seen a sign at the gym saying Help Wanted and with no income and very little money to his name, Kyle was nevertheless on a high. Steve admired him tremendously for being willing to act on the courage of his convictions. He also knew that if push came to shove and Kyle could not get a job, that he would never kick him out of his apartment. He just simply liked the lad too much – and he was great with his cock. And that night they again slept together in Steve’s bed. Steve did Kyle the honour of rolling a pre-lubricated condom on his ever-ready cock; the first time the lad had ever actually seen a real, live rubber. After a bout of very gentle love making the two of them fell asleep and awoke next morning for what was to be for Kyle, a truly ground-breaking day. He had already left home and was now about to quit school for ever. In a word, by noon he would have broken completely with his old life.

CHAPTER 12

 Steve gave Kyle a spare key to the apartment and the two of them agreed that Steve would go to school as normal and that independently Kyle would then go along to see the school’s principal, Mr. Schmitt, later that morning. When Kyle finally arrived at the school and was shown by the secretary into the principal’s office, Hector Schmitt was already aware that his pupil had left home the day previous.

“Come in Kyle and explain yourself. I have already had your mother around here first thing this morning to find out if you had turned up for school as usual; I had to tell her that you had not and that I had no idea where you were. She told me that you had informed her and your father that you had left home yesterday morning and told them that you were not going back there ever. Kindly explain yourself; boys your age do not simply up sticks and walk out on their parents.”

Kyle pulled his courage together and said: “Mr. Schmitt, what my mother told you is quite true. I did leave home yesterday morning and it was a definitive decision. My mother was quite correct when she told you that I was never going back ther. Oh and just to correct you; my mother’s husband, Mr Roberts is not my father; he never has been and never will be; he is legally my stepfather, although he is not worthy of the name; he has been the bane of my life ever since my mother made the dreadful mistake of marrying him. Also sir, I would respectfully draw your attention to the fact that I am legally no longer a boy as you just called me; I am eighteen years of age and as such I am legally my own man under the present laws of this country. So sir, as of now, neither my parent nor you nor anyone else has any legal control over me anymore. I am free to make my own decisions, right or wrong as they may be.”

“And that sir, brings me to why I am am seeing you right now. I have decided that as I am now eighteen and above the legal age when I have to attend school, which I do not like, I am quitting this school as of this very moment. Mr. Schmitt, I shall no longer as of now, be a pupil at your school. And please do not waste your breath on trying to persuade me otherwise. I know I shall leave without the usual High School Diploma, which, frankly I would not have got anyway as I am not up the exams. So there you have it sir; I am quitting your school as of now; this will be the last time you will see me and so I take this opportunity to wish you goodbye.”

To say that Mr. Schmitt was flabbergasted by what he had just heard was the understatement of the year. Never before had he been confronted by a pupil who had told him in such bald and clearly unequivocal terms that he was quitting school; and there and then; at that very moment no less. But he realised that what Kyle had said about being of legal age and the total independence of action it gave him, was correct. If the young man wished to ruin in his own future by quitting and leaving school, in such a precipitous manner, without a diploma, without any paper qualifications to his name, then that was his decision. But as the school’s principal he felt that he had to try to reason with the young man.

“Kyle, I do hope that you realise what you are doing in leaving this place so suddenly. Where are you going to live now that you say that you have left home? And where can we contact you? Kyle, I have to tell you that you are making a very bad decision in my view, and I would urge you to reflect before you do something which you may regret for the rest of your life. You cannot just go off into the blue and leave your parents in the dark as to your future and whereabouts as seems to be your present intention.”

“Mr. Schmitt sir, please save your breath. I have to tell you that since I took the decision to leave home, where I have been utterly miserable and treated very badly by my drunk of a stepfather for as long as I can remember and also to quit school, I have never felt happier. And as to my future, that is of no concern either to my parents or to you sir. Frankly if you really want to know sir, my parents don’t give a toss that I am leaving; they have never treated me as a true son; not even my mother, who has always sided with my stepfather against me. And just for the record, let me tell you sir, that he has thrashed by naked ass with his belt so many times and that he puts you and your paddle in the shade when it comes to administering pain; you sir don’t even begin to know just how painful a well belted naked ass can be. Well I do sir; and just let me tell you that your efforts on my backside were like a light breeze compared with what my stepfather has done to be over the years. But as you see, all that is now over. And so, sir, I will say goodbye to you sir; you will neither see me nor hear from me ever again, My life starts anew as of now and I am not taking any of my old baggage with me into it,” And with that Kyle left a rather bemused Mr. Schmitt wondering what he could do. Short answer; nothing!

Free of his parental and school shackles, Kyle left the school and felt he was walking on air. For the first time in his life, he was utterly free; it was was a great feeling to know that he and he alone was now in charge of his own destiny, even though he had only a vague idea of what the future would hold for him. But as he had told Steve, he made his way to the gym in downtown Chicago to enquire after the type of help they were seeking. Quite frankly, he knew in his present situation that any job was better than no job and he was prepared to accept any offer they made him. Kyle just knew that he had to start earning regular money as quickly as possible as he did not want to feel that he was sponging on Steve’s good nature.

He arrived at the gym about eleven and was greeted as he entered the place by a young man who was manning the front desk. To anyone entering the place, the way this young stud of a receptionist – and he really was a handsome muscular hunk of a guy – was set up and dressed, the place screamed the word gay loud and clear. Erik Blomqvist, for that was the guy’s name, was an American, clearly of Swedish ancestry and sporting that very attractive blond Scandinavian look. Erik was about six feet in height and dressed in a pair of well cut pants and a sleeveless vest which allowed him to show off his bronzed biceps and athletic figure to perfection, this guy was just a superb specimen of a young, all-American male in the first flush of manhood. In a word, Erik was one of those guys who would have any girl dropping her knickers for him at first glance; and in a different way he had the same immediate effect on Kyle, who within seconds of seeing the guy and before they had exchanged a single word, felt the first of those stirrings of that totally uncontrollable appendage between his legs. In a word, Erik, who was in his early twenties, was just drop-dead gorgeous; he exuded sex appeal from every pore of his body; and then some!

“Hi! My name is Erik.” A rather redundant remark as Kyle had already seen his name on the badge he was wearing on his vest, “Can I help you?” So Kyle gave Erik his name and explained to him the purpose of his visit; how he had seen the sign indicating that the gym needed helpers and as he was looking for work himself he wondered if he could see someone to discuss whether he could be of use. Whilst Kyle was talking Erik’s eyes were taking in the young man who stood in front of him. Kyle saw that his gaze focussed pointedly for several few seconds on that bulging package between his legs. Just as Kyle, immediately on first sight and without thinking, had begun automatically to assess Erik as a potential future fuck, so also was Erik now assessing him in the same light. I am not sure that Kyle realised at that early stage in his newly-found self, just what an attractive sexual proposition he himself presented on first sight to any like-minded guy. Erik had already realised that the young man standing in front of him was a cut above the ordinary and that he was looking at a lusciously perfect, physical specimen, whom he would, at the drop of a hat, gladly take as a sex partner. As Kyle had rightly guessed, Erik was as gay as that much maligned bird, the coot – as he was later to learn, were all the other employees of the gym.

“OK Kyle; message received loud and clear; so if you could just wait here a few minutes, I’ll go and see if Sten Bergstrom, (another Swede from the sound of it) the gym manager, is free and can see you.” And with that he left the reception desk and went off on his errand, giving Kyle his first view of his wonderfully attractive, bubble-but of an ass, over which Kyle, on first sight of that lusciously fuckable pair of buns, found himself mentally swooning. This was perhaps the first time that Kyle, freshly liberated from his hitherto hang-ups about sex and now at ease with himself in the newly found skin of a gay man, realised just what a potent force sexual attraction was. Not to mince words, as soon as he clapped eyes on Erik, it was a case with Kyle of lust at first sight. But unbeknown to him the feeling, as is oft the case with sexual attraction, was mutual. The two young men did not know one another from Adam; but on first sight there had already been that unspoken feeling between them which their body chemistries had simultaneously aroused in both of them. Whether these first sight impressions would lead to fruition in the form of a sexual encounter remained to be seen. But for the first time Kyle sensed that he was now viewing every young stud he met through different eyes. He had already automatically assessed Erik as a potential sex partner, having been bitten and severely infected by the gay-sex bug, a fact he would live with for the rest of his life. Steve’s ministrations and teachings had totally changed Kyle’s outlook on life. In finding and accepting his true sexuality, which now that he had come terms with it – that he was a gay man and actually enjoyed being one – would be the main motivating force in his life.

“So you are?”

“Kyle Sinclair, sir.” A reply still given with the respect which his recent school experiences had inculcated into him.

“Well Kyle, my name is Sten Bergstrom and I’m the manager of this place; and just for the record, drop the sir when you speak to me; it makes me feel old and antiquated; so please just call me Sten; that’s the name I go by and everyone uses it.”

Kyle, who was feeling slightly nervous, as do most job applicants for any kind of post, sat there looking at Sten; he saw in front of him a slightly older youngish man, probably in his early thirties, who, rather like Erik was in great physical shape – as befitted the manager of a gym. And like Erik he was wearing just a sleeveless vest which was moulded to his pecs like a second skin. But Kyle also noticed that Sten had had his left nipple pierced, as his tight vest showed the clear outline of a small nipple ring; and as he was also wearing an ear stud in his left ear, Kyle imagined – quite rightly in fact – that Sten was gay.

And whilst Kyle was assessing Sten, Sten was equally assessing the young man before him. Like Erik, once he had taken a good look at Kyle, who was still fully clothed, he had already come to the forgone conclusion – how could anyone think otherwise when faced with such a perfect specimen of virile, young manhood like Kyle? – that this young man would be an ideal adjunct to the training staff. Even before they had got to the point of discussing what the sign “Help Wanted” meant, Sten had already reached the conclusion that he wanted the lusciously attractive, sexy-looking Kyle as part of his team.

“So Kyle, why don’t you tell me something about yourself and what brought you here today in search of a job, which to say the least is not exactly specifically defined in the sign you saw. What kind of help do you think a gym like ours might be looking for?”

So Kyle gave Sten a potted history his recent life, telling him that he was now living with a young guy who was a regular user of the gym and who had brought him there as his guest the previous Saturday morning for a work-out. It was then that he had seen the sign that help was wanted and as a keen gymnast and bodybuilder himself, he wondered if the gym was looking to recruit an additional full-time trainer to work with its clients. Kyle did not tell any lie but was somewhat economical with the facts. He glossed over the fact that he was a recent convert to gay-sex and that the man with whom he was co-habiting – he had not used that exact expression, leaving his present status rather vague – was none other than his ex-PE teacher. Having finished his exposition, he sat and waited for Sten’s reaction.

Sten had already realised as he suspected that this very attractive hunk in front of him was gay and so he said: “Kyle you said you were living with someone who is a regular client of ours; do I know him?”

Well faced with such a direct question Kyle could do none other than give Sten Steve’s name. But by a miracle of memory Kyle suddenly found he recalled knew Steve’s true name exactly; and so he said, mangling the pronunciation to death in the process: “Well he’s called Szczepan Szczanszczanitsky.”

Sten smiled inwardly to himself at the lad’s obvious attempt at obfuscation; not wanting to tell him with whom he was living. But he decided to level with Kyle as he said: “Oh you mean the guy we all call Steve Shanit; yes he is one of our regulars and usually comes and works out in the evening twice a week and also on most Saturday mornings. He’s quite a guy: a PE teacher I understand. I know him quite well myself; in fact we two regularly spend some very agreeable time together; Steve’s quite a guy when he gets going: one of the very best.”

He left it to Kyle to divine what he and Steve did together when as he put it: “Steve gets going.” But this little – let’s call it, verbal ballad, – had served to confirmed to Sten what he already guessed; that the young man in front of him was gay and that was cohabiting with Steve Shanit, who he now quite correctly guessed had been Kyle’s PE teacher at school. From his own personal experience with Steve, whom he knew was a very active gay, joining up the dots was not all that difficult; he again guessed correctly that there had been some form of sexual activity between Steve, the teacher and Kyle, the pupil, which somehow – and here he became less sure of himself – had led to Kyle’s sudden departure from the school; in fact, that very morning, as he later learned. He did not blame Steve for having had sex with his pupil as just looking at Kyle as he now was, he saw that the young man, even fully dressed, had a very come-hither look about him; he could fully understand how Steve, particularly as a gay PE teacher where there was always lot of attractive, young, semi-naked flesh around, had not been able to resist the allure of such a well set-up young man and had compromised them both, thereby leading to the present situation. Well every cloud is said to have a silver lining; and whatever the reason, Kyle Sinclair, a young man who had all the right attributes for a post of client trainer with the gym, was available; and not only available but hungry for a job.

Looking at Kyle, sitting nervously across from him, he saw quite easily how Steve Shanit had been unable to keep his hands off the young lad; and knowing Steve personally as an occasional sex partner of his own, he felt a twinge of jealousy that he had somehow managed to pull off the amazing coup and have such a desirable and eminently fuckable, young stud living with him. Sten, like most gays; when they look at another guy as a potential sex prospect, found himself already asking the question: “Is this young stud a top or a bottom, or is he both: is he versatile?”

“OK Kyle, I get the picture; but correct me if I am wrong. You and Steve somehow got your knickers in a twist sexually and as he was your teacher, you had to leave the school PDQ, if not sooner; now you appreciate what I am saying, as I want to get the facts right; you and Steve are partners – sort of an item together – and not just room-mates sharing an apartment. I just want to get the facts straight before we go any farther.”

Poor Kyle was deeply embarrassed by Sten’s questions and assumed – quite wrongly as it turned out – that the fact that he was living with Steve Shanit had kyboshed any chance of a job. Anyway, he said: “Well Sten, what you just said is more more or less correct; I am living with Steve Shanit, but we are not really an item and the events leading up to my leaving school were somewhat different; but the result was the same; I left school in mid-term, just this morning in fact and I am living with Steve as his partner; I am not a rent boy, as I pay him for my keep, but we are not an item; and I am desperately looking for a job as I don’t want to sponge on Steve as he has been very kind to me. So I want to earn at least enough to pay my way in life. So when I saw your sign and as I had already been and worked out in your gym, I had a good idea of what working here would be like and so that was why I came here today. The only things I am any good at are sport, physical training and bodybuilding. So having seen your gym and the fact that you were looking for help I came around here today looking for a job. I am not at all academic; but given my passion for physical exercise, being a trainer in a gym seemed like an ideal opportunity for me to begin my working life. But if you don’t think me suitable, then I can just leave and try to find something else.”

“Kyle, it’s not that we don’t want you here; but I need to be sure that the sort of person I set on as a trainer understands the type of job he is letting himself in for. As you have probably realised by now, this gym has among its clients quite a number of homosexual clients: gay men who in addition to working on their bodies are also often interested in a little – how shall I put it tactfully? – relaxation after their bodily exertions. Now although the gym does not offer such sexual services overtly to its clients, it has no objection to their having intimate relations with members of its training staff. And so to this end we have a series of private rooms, which, for a fee, clients can hire for their private purposes when they have finished their workouts. What clients do in private and with whom they do it, is of no concern to the gym; but given the sexual orientation of many of our clients, we do encourage our training staff to bend themselves to our clients’ wishes. Nor are we as a gym involved in any remuneration which a client might wish to make to trainers as an appreciative gesture for services rendered over and above those of their normal training duties. I might also add that we have quite a number of ostensibly straight clients that nevertheless are regular users of these additional facilities. So Kyle, I am sure that by now you have got a good overall picture of what working as a trainer here might involve.”

“So as you must appreciate Kyle, I have to be very selective in whom I set on. Our business needs well set up, muscular young men such as you, who are already familiar with and enjoy gym work in general, but who are additionally also not averse to rendering additional services to their clients, over and above those usually offered by the gym. Erik, whom you met at reception this morning, is a prime example of the sort of young stud we need. He’s handsome, muscular and totally gay and is physically well equipped to fulfil any client’s extracurricular requests. Erik is, if you wish, the perfect, archetypal kind of trainer we like to employ. Now Kyle, far from telling you to go and get lost as you seemed to think might have been the case, on first sight, you appear to have all the necessary attributes we require. But before I can make you an offer, I have to make absolutely sure that you are really right for the work we will expect from you. So if you if you agree and wish to pursue your application to its logical conclusion, I propose to ask you to submit yourself to a practical test.”

Kyle listened to this extremely long and rather pompous oration; he was only too ready to submit himself to any special test if it meant getting the job he so desperately needed. Sten then phoned through to Erik on the desk and told him he did not wish to be disturbed for the next half hour. The turning to Kyle he said: “Kyle if you would kindly strip as I need to see you naked.”

Somewhat surprised, but nevertheless totally un-phased by a request which just a few day go would have set him dithering with embarrassment, Kyle did as requested and shed his shoes and socks, his pants and T shirt and stood there in front of Sten, looking like a Greek God in all his young muscular glory. Sten looked with unconcealed admiration at the beautifully ripped, young stud who had revealed himself. He then pointed at the G-string which Kyle was still wearing, and which was coping with considerable difficulty in holding in check the boner which his cock had decided to adopt for the occasion and said: “Take that off too Kyle. I want to see you completely naked.” As soon as Kyle removed the cock-string, that eye-patch of a slip which had been attempting rather unsuccessfully to control his rampant meat, he suddenly found himself pointing his ten inch, rock-hard, fully-erect fuck-stick at Sten. And if ever a guy’s penis merited the appellation, fuck-stick, it was Kyle’s magnificently rampant member at that very moment. He heard Sten draw in a sudden, sharp breath and observed the expression of incredulity on his face as he looked for the first time at the exceptional splendour of Kyle’s erection.

Sten motioned to Kyle to turn around and show him his ass, which which Kyle duly did. Presented with a beautifully rounded pair of muscular buttocks which had fuck me written all over them, Sten could scarcely contain himself as he contemplated the pleasure he was about to have personally in giving Kyle what he had referred to as a practical test. With Sten now behind him, Kyle was unable to see what was happening; but he heard the unmistakeable, soft sound of Sten stripping of his clothes and then felt Sten’s hands on his shoulders, swinging him around putting the the two of them again face-to-face. Just that first touch of Sten’s hands on that really innocuous part of his body, which could hardly be considered as an erogenous zone, sent hidden shivers of excitement coursing through Kyle’s body and he felt his cock already beginning to ooze the first drops of pre-cum.

To say that Kyle was ready for sex would have been a gross understatement; he was simply dying for Sten to make the first move, whatever that might be. He he had no need for Sten to tell him what was now about to happen; he just knew that he and his prospective boss were about to have sex together. But now confronted with his boss in all his nakedness, he saw that Sten. although a few years older than him was also a very attractive looking guy. He clearly still looked after his body, which was still beautifully muscled and his cock, which was also showing its willingness to fulfil its immediate destiny, if not the equal of Kyle’s – but then what other man’s could be? – was nevertheless a very attractive proposition.

Sten was a man with one of those very thick cocks sitting above a pair of large balls. What his fuck-meat lacked on length – it was not all that short, as erect, as it now was, it measured about six and a half inches from root to tip – it made up for in girth; the cylindrical shaft, pulsing with surface veins, was at least three inches in diameter and ended in a large, cock-head with a classic, well defined rim. As Kyle took in visually this cannon of a tool, whose power and sphincter stretching head he was clearly about to experience in what Sten called his test, he saw that Sten’s cock-head was already gleaming with the first drops of pre-cum. It was clear that Sten was in what one can but describe as the lust at first sight mode; but frankly, who under the circumstances, faced with a guy who looked like Kyle would not have been? Sten went on with his charade of the necessity of conducting a practical test on Kyle before actually offering him the job.

“Kyle young man; you are truly something else. But I am sure that you will agree with me that appearances can be deceptive and so I always conduct this practical test to make sure that the prospective candidate can deliver. Now as I told you, the gym itself is not a purveyor of sexual services; but as I also said, it does encourage its trainers to be flexible and has no objections to its trainer staff privately meeting and satisfying a client’s sexual needs; and that Kyle, is why we only recruit muscular, young, gay men as our trainers; muscular, because that goes with the image of the gym as a place of excellence which we wish to project and the trainers have to attractive to the eye of the clients; and gay, as we know, unofficially of course, that many of our clients rely on their personal trainer to meet their additional sexual needs.”

“But you appreciate Kyle, that seeing is not always believing; and for a superbly endowed specimen of male manhood such as yourself – and I flatter you not, for you truly are a gorgeous young stud who is a delight to any discerning eye – there is always that part of a man’s make up that they eye does not see to consider. And so I always make sure personally that any new trainer whom I set on is also capable of dealing with the ancillary services which go along with the general training ethos of the gym. I have to be sure that each and every one of our trainers is capable of meeting all the needs of our clients, including those which the gym itself does not officially offer. So I have to reassure myself that all trainers are capable of functioning both as a top or a bottom in their extra-curricular sexual relationships with the clients. However gorgeous the physical appearance of a potential trainer, if he is sexually only interested in functioning as what is usually called a bottom – crudely put, in getting himself fucked – then he is not for us. We need versatile, gay, young muscle-jocks who are willing to play both top and bottom roles in their relationships with the clients; the top role is the most important requirement, as most clients want their trainer to stimulate their asses and not vice-versa. In a word, usually they want to be fucked by their trainer and not to have to fuck him back. And so any guy with a large endowment such as you yourself have, is very welcome; whatever anyone might say, size does matter; a good big’n beats a good little’n any day.”

By this time Kyle, standing there naked, was getting rather fed up with the repetitive strong insistence that sex was not a service in which the gym was an actual player, but that it was nonetheless an important part of a trainer’s tools of trade; indeed it was, if he understood Sten correctly, an utterly indispensable part of his capabilities: in fact, a sine qua non of his appointment. In a word, the gym wished to maintain an outwardly respectable face to the world, and not to be tarred as an outlet for gay sex for its clients, with the doubtful aura of distaste that even in the enlightened times in which we now live, still has negative overtones. It was, in Kyle’s view, a somewhat hypocritical stance which the gym had adopted; but at that moment, his not to reason why, but to make sure he got the job; but now that he had learned in general terms what the job involved, he was delighted by the prospect it would offer him to exercise is newly liberated sexual accomplishments and possibly earn a few extra bucks on the side in the form of gratuities for his extra-curricular services to his clients.

He had also by now realised that the practical test to which he was to be subjected prior to getting the actual job offer was clearly supposed to see if he could function sexually as both a top and a bottom; otherwise put, could he himself successfully fuck and in turn allow himself to be fucked by another guy, who in the context of a professional trainer in the gym would be one of his clients? One might have thought that a young man with as little practical experience of gay sex as Kyle had acquired, would have been somewhat apprehensive as a job offer depended upon his immediate sexual performance. But Kyle had already put two and two together about what was now about to happen. At the end of the day, he knew he was going to be fucked by Sten and then probably required to fuck his future boss back in turn.

But now that Sten and he were facing each other naked, the distinction between the master, Sten, and the servant, Kyle, seemed to have totally disappeared; in fact, naked as they both were, there was no difference at all. As Kyle now saw it, they were just two physically attractive, gay guys, who were about to embark on a half hour or so of mutually enjoyable, anal sex. At the end of the day Sten was just another guy like Steve and his two friends, Greg and Brett; a guy whose true present motivation, dressed up as it had been in the form of a test, was to fuck the superb young man now in front of him. Kyle could see the lust in Sten’s his eyes as he looked at him; he saw that Sten was almost salivating at the prospect of stretching his anal sphincter and sinking his meat into the Kyle’s fuck-hole. Sten’s cock had also answered the call to arms royally, was standing to attention and raring to go. The few drops of-pre-cum it was already oozing looked ready to turn into a tsunami of sperm in the immediate future. It was as clear as day to Kyle that Sten, under the guise of a test, was was looking forward to an enjoyable time exploring with his own rampant cock the vital parts of his potential, new trainer. Kyle had been fucked by Steve and his two friends and had himself fucked all three of them. So as far as Kyle could see, as he knew he had the necessary package to satisfy Sten, he was really rather looking forward to what was about to happen to him. Kyle sensed that Sten had every intention of enjoying himself as he shafted him; but by the same token, he too had every intention of giving his future boss an equally rousing return bout if, as he expected would be the case, asked to do so.

The moment of truth had finally arrived. Sten said to Kyle: “Kyle here in this gym we encourage all our young trainers to practice safe sex either among themselves or with their clients. I say encourage rather than insist as we do not, as you now know, actually control any sexual sexual activities either among the staff or between the staff members and the gym’s clients.” In many ways Sten’s repeated insistence on the gym’s purity of purpose in matters sexual was akin to the biblical Pontius Pilate washing his hands of the condemnation Christ. “But as a service, the gym does purchase top quality condoms and lubricants, which it distributes to both staff clients at cost price. So Kyle, if you would like to roll this rubber onto your cock to catch your emission, I will accord my member the same courtesy. I will then apply a suitable lubricant to both my own shaft and your fuck-hole and I think we shall be ready for the first part of your test during which I propose to fuck you.”

Kyle was surprised by the clinically methodical way in which thing were developing, but went along with what was clearly an established test protocol for trainer applicants. As yet he was unsure in what position Sten intended to shaft him, but he was soon to find out as his future boss pushed him over the end of his desk, told him him to spread his legs and then proceeded to lubricate Kyle anal entry quite thoroughly. He forced one of his fingers into Kyle’s anus made sure that the entry passage into Kyle’s innermost parts was all very well lubricated, before placing a hand in the middle of the lad’s back and pressing the rubber clad head of his own fuck-stick firmly against Kyle’s small, tight, anal pucker. Just for moment Kyle felt a flutter of adrenaline-induced fear run down his spine; but it was gone in a split second as he waited for the moment when Sten’s cock would finally penetrate him and the so-called test would begin.

Sten’s cock-head was very large and as he thrust his full length into Kyle’s inner sanctum, Kyle felt a sharp stab of pain as that massive head stretched his tight anal-sphincter, unused to such intrusions, to the limit, before it yielded its resistance and allowed Sten to slide in his full shaft. Kyle sensed immediately that Sten started fucking him in earnest, that he was in for a rough ride, where the only consideration was to be Sten’s self-satisfaction. Sten, whose lust for Kyle had already made his cock drip with pre-cum even before he entered Kyle, very quickly reached his climax and shot his load. Kyle, meanwhile, had the impression of being used simply as a warm hole to allow Sten to relive his obvious, pent-up sexual feelings. Kyle felt that his hole had been used almost as a surrogate hand to allow Sten to jerk himself off; and like his own hands when he had, as a virgin young teenager used them as a five fingered lover to masturbate, Kyle had derived not the slightest pleasure from what Sten had just done to him. Intercourse, whether sexual or otherwise, implied mutual communication between the participants to the act. Here there had been no communication between the two of them; it was exactly as if Sten had been fucking a piece of butcher’s meat.

Sten however, was clearly satisfied with his performance as he now told Kyle that he should do the same to him; so roles were reversed and Kyle was now to play the role of top and he the bottom. So Sten, with no hesitation, bent across the desk, spread his legs and waited for Kyle to fuck him. “Kyle, just so you know, I like it good and hard; so please don’t hold back.” So on the principle that he who hesitates is lost, Kyle immediately thrust the tip of his cock against Sten’s anus and gave him the full length of his rock-hard ten inch erection. Then he pumped away at Sten’s hole with a vigour and ferocity which defied description; he was like a man possessed, as his cock, with every increasing stroke length and force, went in and out of Sten’s fuck-hole; as he progressed in his task, Sten groaned with obvious pleasure as he felt the arousing, erotic effect of each successive stroke.

But the end was nowhere in sight, for Kyle had every intention of prolonging his copulative efforts as long as he possibly could; he wanted to ensure that he himself reached a monumental climax and gave himself a great orgasm, in a way to compensate for the disappointment he had just experienced with Sten. But at the same time he wanted Sten to experience the full ramifications of a truly great fuck; to bring him simultaneous to his own orgasm, thereby showing him what true, anal intercourse was about and how, when thoughtfully conducted, should be to both participants, one of the greatest pleasures in the world. Kyle had already realised in his brief career as a sexually-active gay male, that sexual intercourse, if carried out with consideration by the active partner of the moment, was a toy which never failed to please. What is incredible is that it was this young and relatively inexperienced eighteen-year-old, young guy, the job applicant, who was teaching his future boss that there was more to anal sex then just sticking your cock into your partner’s fuck-hole.

And so Kyle banged on with ever increasing vigour and speed, giving Sten a truly great, rough fuck, until he sensed that Sten himself was about to climax, by which time he could hold himself back no longer; then with one last mighty thrust of his cock, which he fully withdrew from Sten’s anus before giving him the that final coup-de-grace and brought both of them to huge mutually satisfying orgasms. Kyle collapsed sweating and exhausted with the considerable effort he had just expended in showing Sten what a really good ass-fuck was all about. He only hoped that Sten had appreciated what an effort his young job applicant had made on his behalf.

For a few minutes neither of them spoke; then Sten said; “Jee-zus Kyle; you really do know how to handle your cock. I kid you not young man, but you have just given me what was easily the greatest fuck of my life. I have never ever had such an intense orgasm as you managed to give me just now. Honestly Kyle, that was just an unbelievable experience, the like of which I have never before had; and let me tell you that I have had a hell of a lot of experience. But you Kyle are really something else: someone quite exceptional. Not only do you have a cock which at first sight makes men, including me, and I freely admit it, green with envy, but you also know how to handle it; to share its potential with a partner, so that both you and he enjoy having sex together. Frankly, I find it hard to believe that someone so young and fresh out of school as you are, knows how to handle his fuck-stick as well as you do. By any standards that was a benchmark performance Kyle, against which all others have to be measured.”

Kyle, overwhelmed with such praise, wondered if Sten had realised how lacking his own performance had been. But that mattered not at all; what was important was that Kyle had obviously made his mark with Sten; and so he simply said: “So Sten, since I am apparently up to scratch, do get a job then?” Sten looked back at him and said: “Do you get a job? Just try leaving here today without signing on and I’ll drag you back by the short and curly, with which I noticed, by the way, you have already wisely dispensed. You Kyle, are exactly the type of young stud we are looking for. But look here Kyle; it’s approaching noon and I have to leave as I have an important appointment I cannot miss; so can you come back her at around two this afternoon and we will settle work conditions and get your salary and social security paperwork in order.”

Kyle got dressed and left, walking, as you might well imagine, on air. He did, however, muse to himself on the fact that although the job he was about to take was as a gymnastics’ trainer and the gym itself was not overtly offering sexual services to its clients, it was his own stellar sexual performance with his cock, which had clinched matters. But as he was now about to learn, sex was an all pervasive presence in the daily activities of the gym and was about to become one of the major activities of his life.

CHAPTER 13

 Kyle now had two hours to kill before his afternoon appointment and so he made his way to leave the gym. But as he arrived at the reception area he was pulled up by Erik who said: “Well Kyle, did the boss give you a job or not? You were in there with him a long while. Did he subject you to what he calls his test, which he inflicts on any young guy, who rolls into the place looking for a job? I knew exactly what he was going to do to you when he called me and told me he did not want to be disturbed. It’s absolutely classic Sten. He cannot resist sticking that stubby, thick dick of his up the ass of any half attractive-looking, young guy who comes along. He’s a serial bugger is our Sten; and you know what Kyle, he’s not even very good at it; and I speak from personal experience. No siree; Sten runs a tight ship here and takes no nonsense from anyone; but he is not my idea of an ideal fuck.” Kyle said nothing as he listened to this surprisingly frank and totally unsolicited and totally negative assessment by Erik about his boss’s sexual capabilities; but he already knew from what he himself had just experienced with Sten, that there was more than a grain of truth in what Erik had just said.

However, Erik had not finished: “So to come back to my question, did you get the job, or did you fail Sten’s tests and are you now on your way out before you even begin?” So Kyle told Erik what had transpired.

“So you did pass the test and you did get a job; so it looks like you and I are to be colleagues, to use a highfalutin word for two young studs who are going to be sweating their balls off together trying to help richer guys turn their bodies into something they are not ashamed of when they strip-off on the beach this summer with nothing to hide the flab. But say, as you are now free until two, I’m off duty for two hours at twelve which is in five minutes, so what do you say we get something to eat together. So here’s an idea which might just grab you. How about I ring round to the deli next door and get them to send round some sandwiches and drinks; we can eat them in one of those private rooms – Sten did tell you about them and what they were used for didn’t he? Or did he? Well whether he did or didn’t makes no odds, as there are private rooms and we can use one of them over the lunch break; and how’s this for a come-on line: To get to know one another better? Seriously though, we can use one of rooms and I can fill you in on what gives here; what makes the place tick; and joking part, we really can get to know each other. So how about it? Are you on for it?”

In fact, Kyle did not need a come-on line to accept Erik’s invitation to lunch. On first sight as he had arrived an hour or so ago at the gym, he had been completely floored by Erik’s sex-appeal and so his invitation to get to know him better, with all that that implied, was immediately accepted. The lunch arrived and Erik led Kyle to one of the private rooms which was equipped with a low, leather-covered covered couch and a table and chairs. And it also boasted its own john and shower. On a shelf were a selection of towels and an open box of Trojan condoms and several bottles of Anolube, a branded anal- lubricant. As they sat down to eat their lunch at the table, the ever loquacious Erik gave Kyle a run down on how the gym functioned. Kyle very quickly sensed that Erik and he were going to be good friends, for in much the same as he had, when they had first met, been instantly attracted to Erik by his physical appearance, it was clear from the way that Erik looked at him, that the attraction was mutual; without putting it into words, they both clearly liked what they saw and wanted to get to know one another better.

“I guess Sten told you about these private rooms, which are rented out by the hour to our clients for their private relaxation; that’s what the gym calls it. But of course relaxation is a mealy mouthed euphemism for sex between a client and a trainer; I am sure that Sten has already made you abundantly aware of the fact that gym does not officially offer sex on its menu of activities, but does not object to us, the trainers, tending to its clients’ carnal demands. But here’s the rub; even though the gym wants us unofficially to have sex with its clients, it expects us to do it on our own time; so if you spend private time with a client, it’s your own time and you do not get paid for it. So, my friend, the gym screws us trainers right royally; it does not offer sex, but nevertheless wants its clients to have it available on demand if they so desire; and we, the trainers, have more or less to bend to the clients’ wishes and clock-off from our regular training duties whilst we fuck them – for that’s what their idea of relaxation amount to. So if you take an hour off to swan around with a client, you have to make that hour up later.”

“I don’t know if it makes the powers-that-be feel better – above board and all that – but at the end of the day they have a gym which puts on a squeaky-clean face in public, but is, in fact, tantamount to a sort of gay brothel. And that, my friend, is why every last one of us trainers is gay; we all have that hidden sexual qualification over and above our ability to do PE training. However stunning and well qualified any straight dude who applies for a job here, he never gets taken on as he cannot share his cock with the clients. And if that sounds crude; it’s because it is. Now to be fair, this arrangement does have an upside for the likes of you and me. Most of the gym’s clients, either overtly gay or purportedly straight – as many pretend to be – are, on the whole, financially well-heeled types and are pretty generous with their gratuities for services rendered over and above the strict line duty. So they tip us generously if we satisfy their carnal needs. Pretty hypocritical isn’t it?”

Kyle found it very refreshing to be with someone who called a spade a spade: told things as he saw them. He had really already taken a great liking to Erik, over and above that lust-at-first-sight-feeling that he had experienced when he had first seen him at the reception desk. But had not reckoned on the brutally direct way in which Erik made his next suggestion. “So Kyle now that you know roughly what gives here, what do you say to you and me getting physical with each other? We have a good hour before I am due back on reception duty and you are not seeing Sten again until two to sign on with this place, so we have plenty of time of time to really check each other’s credentials out.”

Kyle was somewhat surprised at such a direct proposition and said: “Well Erik, if I understand you correctly what you are suggesting is…” and here Erik interrupted him and finished off his sentence for him saying: “…. that we fuck each other. Yes Kyle; that is exactly what I am proposing. Come on Kyle don’t suddenly go all coy on me and start making yourself hard to get. Correct me if I am wrong, but you have been focussing your beady eye on my crotch for the past half hour, wondering if what was confined there would deliver its hidden promise. You might just as well come clean with yourself and admit it, as you have lust painted as clear as day all across your face. You know you want to have sex with me and you also know that I want to have sex with you. So let’s just cut the cackle, strip off and satisfy both our curiosities and fuck each other. Come on Kyle, I believe in calling it as I see it and with no false modesty we are a pair of handsome young gays: a pair of sexy-looking, muscular studs who both have the hots for each. So why not relax, and accept the inevitable and strike whilst the iron on both sides is hot. Come on Kyle; just admit it to yourself; you know you want to fuck me and that I want to fuck you; so just let’s do it.”

For Kyle, who just a few days previously whilst being paddled by Steve, had been torn with self doubt about is sexuality and who finally, after a great deal of soul searching, had allowed Steve to take his virginity and introduce him to what he now knew were the undoubted delights of gay sex, he had made what can but be considered as a quantum leap forward in matters sexual. In the course of just a few brief days he realised that he had become totally addicted to anal sex, an act which he acknowledged to himself that he already adored. He was amazed at the astute way in which his new-found friend – and he already thought of Erik as a friend – had so accurately sized him up. Kyle found himself agreeing with every word that Erik had just said to him. Yes, he did want to fuck Erik; and yes, he did want Erik to fuck him. So he capitulated with a laugh saying: “Erik you really are a very direct, bright and amusing guy; so let’s just both bite the proverbial bullet and see how we gel together. Tell you what; we’ll toss a coin for who has the first go.”

“Done” said Erik, and within seconds he was stripping off his clothes and motioning to Kyle to do likewise. Erik, clearly a confirmed sexual operator, had no embarrassment at all in showing his naked body to a guy whom he had just met. But Kyle too, who just a few brief days ago would have died at the thought of what he was now doing, found he had lost any reticence in baring his all to a guy who was really a stranger but whom he already thought of as a friend. Kyle had come to terms with the fact, after the briefest of practical sexual experience with only four different guys, that he was already a practising gay and that gay sex would henceforth be an integral and important part of his daily life. And so the two young men, Erik and Kyle, stood for a few moments looking at each other and assessing what the each saw.

Kyle now saw that Erik delivered in the buff, everything which had been promised as he sat there in his clothes at the reception desk. His muscles were perfect; his skin was silkily smooth and bronzed and his crown jewels, now liberated from the confines of his pants, were divinely proportioned. Like Kyle’s own kit, his cock, still soft at that very moment, exhibited that very desirable rubbery quality as it descended in a graceful curve over a divinely proportioned pair of high-held balls. Erik was a perfect example of just how exquisite a young male could be. Entranced by what he saw, Kyle was nevertheless relieved to see that in terms of sheer size, his own man-meat still reigned supreme. But personal pride apart, Kyle saw in Erik, his immediate, future sex-partner, an eminently fuckable, desirable young guy. And as he took all this in, he felt his own cannon rising to the occasion. He could barely wait for the moment when he would sink himself deep inside Erik and fuck the living daylights out of him.

Erik’s reaction as he stood gazing at Kyle was one of sheer amazement. Never slow to comment, he said: “Great grief Kyle, you really are big; where the fuck did you find that magnificent piece of meat you are pointing at me like a loaded gun? My God Kyle, your fuck-stick, in its own way, rivals the Washington Monument! How the hell did you develop such a superb piece of kit? I kid you not Kyle, you will make your co-trainers green with envy once they see what you you have to offer. And I can tell you here and now Kyle that once our clients get to know you, your extra-curricular services are going to be in great demand. Anyway, for now, just let’s forget tossing a coin. I just can’t wait to take that howitzer of a boner you are pointing at me up my ass; So I capitulate to the inevitable; you can have first fuck; just roll on a rubber, lube yourself up and let me feel that superb piece of meat of yours up my ass. Oh and just for the record I like it mission style and really hard; so don’t hold back at all; just give it me as rough and hard as you can; that’s what I really like. Then when you’ve done with me, if I am still living to tell the tale, I’ll do the same for you.”

Kyle smile to himself as he listened to this adulatory, verbal outpouring from Erik, based purely on a visual assessment of what he perceived Kyle was capable of giving him. Of course, all sexual desire is based initially on visual attraction between two people, a fact which is equally true for gay or straight couples. But then once the body chemistry has worked its initial magic, and the physical side kicks in, other factors come into play. So although Kyle was more than willing to rough fuck Erik, he nevertheless wanted to give him a really great, sexual experience, which was in fact to be the foundation of what was in a few weeks to become his own inimitable copulation technique. From his brief experience with Steve, Kyle had already seen the importance of mutuality in the gay sex-act, which to be truly successful had to bring pleasure to both parties and not just to the guy who was the active partner of the moment. And so he had already realised that to fuck his partner satisfactorily, the actual act itself, as performed by the active partner, had got to be more than one guy banging away at his partner’s hole until he himself climaxed irrespective of what his partner was feeling, only to leave his partner high and dry to jerk himself off to his own climax. And so, new though he was to gay sex, Kyle had already grasped, through Steve’s love-making efforts to him, the benefit to both parties of a long and gentle oral preparation of his partner’s cock before the actual act of penetration took place. So by the time he was ready to grant Erik his wish and give him the rough, hard fuck for which he craved, Erik himself had been orally prepped by Kyle’s tongue working in his cock-head into such a sexually aroused state of pre-cum that he was trembling with nervous anticipation, virtually begging Kyle to penetrate him.

Once Kyle sensed that Erik was trembling with anticipation and fully ready to be fucked, he rolled a condom onto Erik’s boner of an erection before donning a rubber himself and applying a liberal dose of anal lubricant to his own cock. By now, his own formidable cannon of man-meat was at maximum size and so as Erik lay there on his back and allowed Kyle to lift and his legs in the air holding one against each of his shoulders, he saw a superb, ten-inch, rock-hard shaft, crowned by a superb cock-head, advance on his anal sphincter. Now even for a guy like Erik, highly experienced as he himself was in the gentle art of consensual buggery, when he saw the formidable tool which was about penetrate his inner sanctum, he had a slight moment of panic as Kyle’s massive cock pressed against his anus forcing his sphincter open to allow it to enter. Kyle’s rampant tool was far and away the biggest cock Erik had ever taken up his ass. But once that initial resistance had been overcome and Kyle’s cock was deep inside of his partner, Erik became totally relaxed as he saw that he was in the hands of an absolute master of the oft not-so-gentle-art of anal copulation. Had he known just how new to the anal sex act Kyle really was, he would have been astounded at the total confidence and sheer professionalism with which he was being fucked, by a young man who had, earlier that same day, just quit school.

Kyle first gave Erik the benefit of his full length, bottoming his own pelvis against his partner’s ass, pausing for a few seconds as he prepared himself to fulfil Erik’s wish for a really hard fuck. Then he began fucking Erik, at first gently with reciprocating, short strokes of his piston, but then with ever increasing stroke length, speed and power. But as the act of copulation is a mutual affair, Kyle himself became as aroused as his partner by the part that he, as the active partner, was doing in their present liaison. But aroused by his own actions as he inevitably became, Kyle was able to keep sufficient control of himself to see exactly how the intensity of his efforts to please Erik were succeeding. And so, as he became ever rougher and more powerful in his attack on Erik, thereby fulfilling his partner’s wish for a hard fuck, he made quite sure that as he neared his own climax he maintained sufficient control over what he was doing to take Erik with him all the way to that marvellous moment of climax when they both achieved simultaneous orgasms. And so with both of them on the brink of orgasm, he withdrew his cock fully from Erik’s anus before again giving him his final taste of his full length, thereby bringing both of them simultaneously to the pinnacle of orgasmic pleasure. Kyle knew from the violent jerks of their cocks as they each ejaculated their loads that he had succeeded in giving Erik – and himself too – a magnificent climax to their first sexual coupling.

There is a Latin saying: “Post coitum omne animalium triste est” which translates loosely as: “After sexual union all animals are sad.” Well, sad or not, after Kyle’s strenuous efforts, both he and Erik were covered in sweat and feeling tired rather than sad; and so Kyle fell on top of Erik and they remained that way in each other’s arms, cooling off and resting, communing silently with each other for a full half hour. It was safe to say that what had set off as a simple lust driven suggestion by Erik, to get physical with each other, had gone far beyond the simple act of copulation. Erik saw that Kyle had added a totally new dimension to the banal act of anal intercourse. But Kyle also knew that he had somehow managed to push all Erik’s buttons in what he had done and had succeeded, God knows how, in giving both of them an extraordinary experience together.

Erik finally pulled himself together and said: “Kyle, you are one hell of a cocks-man. Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that? I kid you not my friend, when I tell you that what you did to me just now, was just the greatest fuck I have ever had in my life; and believe me Kyle, I know what I am talking about as I have had plenty. You Kyle have a natural talent for giving your partner exactly what he wants, the likes of which I have never before experienced. How the fuck do you do it? Look, I know that our deal – if you can call it that – was for a mutual fuck: you fuck me and I fuck you. But after your stellar performance just now you have reduced me to something resembling a dish of jello. So could I take a rain check on my half of our deal and give you your return bout another time? I’m sorry stud; it’s not that I don’t want to fuck you; I really do, as you are a hell of a sexy guy; but I am just not physically capable of keeping my half of our bargain at the moment. But look, time is passing rapidly and I have soon to be back at work and you have got to go back and see Sten to sign on. So why don’t we shower and get cleaned up? Thank God I’m on the reception again this afternoon as I doubt that I am in any state to act as a trainer feeling the way I now do. Frankly Kyle, you have made me feel weak at the knees!”

Kyle of course was overwhelmed by such fulsome praise. He knew he had enjoyed doing what he had done to Erik, but had not himself seen it as a ground-breaking experience. However as he was quickly to learn, his sex partners, of whom, in the near future, there were to be many, all found that what he brought to the act was something very special. So into the shower they went and as the two of them soaped each other up with the shower gel, he could not resist giving Erik’s ass one final thrust of his cock. And so with Erik standing there, he threw caution to the wind and thrust himself once again into Erik’s anus and gave him three or four farewell strokes of his naked penis, bringing to an end his second sexual act at the gym, where he was shortly to work.

CHAPTER 14

Kyle returned that evening to what he already thought of as his new home: Steve’s apartment, his signed contract for his new job as a trainer at the gym in his pocket. A great deal of water had flowed under the bridge since he had seen Steve that same morning, so Kyle had a great deal to tell his friend and mentor. And so as they sat down to eat that evening, Kyle regaled Steve with a detailed account of what had happened to him since they had parted company only that very morning, which although only a few hours away, already seemed in the distant past: how he had told Mr Schmitt that he was leaving school, that very day; how he had not mentioned Steve’s name; how, so as far as the school and his parents were concerned, there was no connection between Steve and him; how his mother had already been at the school to find out where he had gone; how he had told no one at the school or his parents that he had moved in with Steve; how he had gone to the gym and got a job; how he had his employment contract in his pocket and how next week when he received his first salary, he would be able to pay his way with Steve and not feel that he was a sponger.

“So you see Steve, everything does seems to have worked out for the best. And you know what? Whilst I was at the gym, I had sex with two different guys. I had to undergo a so-called test with the manager, a guy called Sten Bergstrom who told me that he knew you. Well, Sten’s test first involved him fucking me to see that I was suitable for the job of trainer and then he had me fuck him; so I gave him a really good hard session, which I guess clinched matters and he offered me a job. But I had to go back that afternoon to sign the papers and on my way out, I met a guy called Erik whom I will be working with as a trainer and he and I had lunch together, followed by sex; Well his idea was that as we would be working together, it would be good to get to know one another better; so he suggested we get physical with each other and he suggested that I go first and shaft him. But after I had finished fucking him he took a rain-check on his return bout. So I was fucked once by Sten and I myself fucked two different guys: first Sten and then Erik. But you know what Steve? I really enjoyed fucking Erik and he told me that I had given him the best fuck he had ever had in his life; so how about that? And did you know that the gym has a series of private rooms which it rents to its clients who want to – well they call it relax – but in fact it’s for clients who want to have sex with their trainer to whom they apparently give sizable gratuities for services rendered, So although that is not a service officially offered by the gym, the place is really a sort of sex-exchange on the side.”

Steve listened bemused to this long and rather breathless, heartfelt outpouring by Kyle and was amazed how quickly his ex-pupil had not only come to terms with the fact that he was unambiguously gay, but had embraced, with obvious gusto, the physical ramifications which went along with his newly recognised state. He had also noted how Kyle did not hesitate from telling him what he had done with Sten and Erik; that he was quite ready to call a spade a spade and to use the word fuck in its true sense without a trace of embarrassment. Kyle was clearly revelling in his new persona and the way he had flung himself hook, line and sinker into the physical side of what being a gay involved. Gone within a few brief days from his first tentative step at gay sex with Steve, was any reticence or reservation which Kyle might have had. Steve suddenly saw that his young friend had taken to the physical side of his new persona: the act of copulation, like a rabbit and with it had gained a great deal of self-confidence. In a word: Kyle had arrived!

Steve already saw that Kyle would have no difficulty at all in adapting to his new life. In one way he was delighted that Kyle had come to terms with his newly recognised sexuality; but he felt a twinge of jealously in the way in which is young friend had so clearly and firmly taken his destiny into his own hands. Steve, like many teachers, was already realising that he might soon to be outshone and bettered by his pupil. He found himself wishing that things had developed at a more leisurely pace; a pace at which he could have played the role of guide and teacher to Kyle a little longer. But listening to Kyle he knew that that time was already gone. He had himself, by his own actions, liberated Kyle from his previous sexual hang-ups and from his dismally unhappy family life and school and the young man was clearly happy in his new skin. He knew that he himself had let the genie out of the bottle and that there was now no way of putting it back. And all this because the previous Friday, he had decided to teach Kyle a well-merited lesson and had given his ass a severe paddling in retribution for what he had seen was a vicious act against a member of the opposing team on the football pitch.

Their meal now finished, it was still early evening. Steve desperately wanted to have sex again with his young protégé. However, what he failed to realise was that Kyle just as desperately wanted to have sex with him.

“Kyle, will you do something for me? Strip off and just let me enjoy looking at you naked. You really are the most beautiful young man I have ever seen, and I would just like to feast my eyes on your body for a few minutes.”

“Steve, why don’t we both strip off and relax together. That’s really what I would like to do right now.”

So there they stood, facing one another, each of them admiring the gloriously sexy stud facing him and wondering who would take the next, inevitable step as each of them knew that he wanted to fuck the other. If ever there was a superbly perfect, visual incarnation of the Latin phrase, Primus inter pares – First among equals, then this was it. Both Kyle and Steve were absolute textbook examples of perfect, muscular young men in the glorious grip of their first maturity; and both of them instinctively knew that they were each looking at an exceptional partner, the likes of whom it would be difficult to find elsewhere. And as they stood looking at each other, neither of them spoke a word; but no word was needed, as each of their cocks, without any encouragement, started their upwards journey until within a scant minute they were both pointing what had become their rock-hard fuck-sticks at each other.

It might have been supposed that Steve, who after all had just introduced Kyle the joys of anal sex, would have taken the lead and made the first move, for both guys knew that they wanted to have sex with each other. But it was not to be, as Kyle had so psyched himself up with the day’s events at the gym, and now wanted to show Steve how he too could take his partner to the heights of a definitive orgasmic climax which he somehow felt could be obtained by truly making love to Steve. Sure, Kyle wanted to experience the physical act of fucking Steve’s hole with his cock; but over and above the sheer physical pleasure which sexual intercourse always brings, he wanted their coupling that evening to be much more; he wanted to imbue the whole act of butt fucking with spiritual dimension which the two of them could share together at the moment of climax.

So Kyle went up to Steve, put his arms around him and kissed him fully on the mouth for the first time: a very intimate act, possibly even more intimate if that is possible, than the act of anal intercourse itself, and whispered: “Steve, please just lie on the bed flat on your back and let me make love to you. I am just so very grateful for all that you have done for me and I really do want to show you my gratitude. So please Steve, just lie back and relax let me show you what I can do. Steve, I have already had sex with two different guys at the gym today, as I told you, but in my heart of hearts, I just knew what I really wanted all day was to be able to be with you.”

Kyle started by rimming Steve’s nipples which very quickly became erect and rock-hard as he worked on them with his tongue He then went gradually down Steve’s muscular torso and smothered him with kisses until he finally arrived at Steve’s magnificently erect penis. This, thanks to the assiduous way in which Kyle had been working on his upper body, was already dripping a few drops of pre-cum even though he had not yet touched what might be considered as any of Steve’s truly erotic appendages: his cock and anus. But even so, so subtly arousing had been Kyle’s oral contact with Steve’s body, he had already managed to bring his partner to state of drooling anticipation of what was to come. And now, taking a leaf from his master’s book, he exercised his magic with the tip of his tongue on the rim of Steve’s cock-head and in a short time brought him to the very brink of orgasm. But Kyle, new as he was to the practice of male-male sex, somehow sensed that the moment had now come to get down to some really serious fucking of his partner. What he had just done to Steve nothing more than very serious foreplay, the likes of which Steve had never before experience with such intensity. And he sensed that Kyle had something very special in mind for him.

“Steve, I know what you said about using a condom even when we have sex together and we are both clean, but just this once I want more than anything in the world, to shaft you bare-back so that we are united skin to skin with absolutely nothing separating us. It’s my way of thanking you for all you have done for me these last few days. Without you I would still be living that miserable existence at home; living with my uncaring parents and going to school, where I just knew I had no chance of success. And now look at me; I have a job and can pay my way life and I have come to terms with my own sexuality, all thanks to you and to you alone. So Steve, please just this once, let me shaft you one final time bare-back to show you how much I appreciate all you have done for me.”

At that moment in time, prepped by Kyle as he had been to the limits of erotic endurance by the sensual foreplay to which he had been subjected, Steve personally could not have cared less whether Kyle was about to fuck him bare-back or using a condom. Kyle’s foreplay had raised him to such a euphoric state erotic anticipation that the only thing he wanted at that precise moment, was to feel his partner’s beautiful, big, hard phallus sliding smoothly into his inner sanctum prior to giving him what he already sensed was to be a definitive fuck. When it finally happened, he was in no way disappointed as Kyle thrust his rock-hard cannon deep into his partner’s most private parts. He waited a few moments to allow Steve to appreciate the enormous feeling of satisfaction which follows the moment of penetration as the active partner’s fuck-stick fills out and marries itself to his partner’s passage. As Kyle bottomed his pelvis against his partner’s ass, Steve let out a groan of pleasure as he felt the full ten inches of Kyle’s erect penis inside him. Then Kyle began what was to become his hallmark technique in the art of anal sex; and make no mistake, for Kyle, newly minted as he was in the techniques gay sex, already had a natural feeling for what anal sex should be about.

Not for him the vigorous banging away with his cock at his partner’s hole with thought only of his own satisfaction, but rather a subtly calibrated approach whereby he took his partner to the heights of pre-orgasmic pleasure before allowing him to climax. Kyle was what one had to admit was a natural; he had that innate ability to sense where his partner was at any moment and to adjust his efforts to ensure that both of them, the fucked and the fucker, reached orgasm at precisely the same moment. In a word Kyle had that quality which we know as empathy; and he had it in spades! I can already hear some of my readers saying: “Fanciful poppycock”. After all, all what does anal intercourse involve? Superficially you might say that it is just the reciprocal motion of the active partner’s cock in an out of his passive partner’s fuck-hole; and technically, I suppose that is all it is. But just as there are many ways to skin a cat, so it is too with the banal act of ass fucking, the essential basis of all gay relationships. And when it came to Kyle, with the barest modicum of first-hand – or rather first-ass – experience the young man had had, he already had an innate feel for the act which few would ever equal.

And so with his cock well and truly settled inside of his partner, Kyle began what amounted to nothing more than that reciprocal motion which when well performed, as it now was, would eventually bring both parties to the sex act to the delirious heights of orgasmic pleasure: that unequalled feeling of satisfaction, which however brief, drives men, both gay and straight, on to fuck. So first with short and very gentle strokes, Kyle use his cock to massage – yes I do think that is the right word – his partner’s rectum into a state of readiness for the ultimate goal of orgasm, thereby turning what is so often called by the ignorantly uninitiated in the delights of gay sex, an unnatural act, into something which delights both giver and receiver. And then, having elevated Steve’s emotions into the heights of erotic expectation, Kyle gradually increased the length, force and frequency of his strokes until he himself became incapable of totally controlling his own feelings; and as that magic moment of truth approached, he addressed Steve’s ass with his cock with a vigour which defied description. And yet, had anyone been privileged to witness this tour-de-force of anal copulation, they would have seen, in contradistinction to those thousands – millions? – of crude, raw, male sex, pornographic videos which anyone can see for free on the internet, just how artistic and beautiful the gay sex act can be.

But even as he abandoned himself to his own feelings and wallowed fully in the glorious the sensations which any form of sexual intercourse engenders as it moves toward its climax, he never allowed himself to lose sight of the fact that he was but one component in a two-man event and that in the present case he was truly making love to Steve, his partner and mentor. And so when Kyle saw that Steve was ready to climax, he completely withdrew his magnificent, dead-straight shaft from his partner, paused for a moment with his rock-hard tool in the air above Steve’s anus, before, before plunging himself full-depth for that final time and bringing each of them to an almighty, climactic orgasm. And that is probably how Kyle unthinkingly defined what was to become the hallmark of his sexual technique. Kyle, the absolute beginner, had already totally understood that pleasure from the gay-sex act was to ensure that both parties from any encounter emerged satisfied. And so, all the TLC he had just lavished on Steve, he automatically did the same for any partner: it became his modus operandi – his method of working

But to stop philosophising for a moment; the two young studs were each in the throes of gigantic, ejaculative orgasms; thanks to Kyle’s ministrations, both of them just pumped and pumped their thick creamy sperm in seemingly endless, powerful spurts all over the place, enjoying that brief moment of perfect elation which an orgasm always brings. To say that they were both momentarily in heaven was an understatement. It is evident that the active partner, in this case Kyle, who had induced this euphoric feeling through the vigorous use of his cock on his partner’s ass, more easily gets satisfaction from an anal fuck. But in this case, thanks to Kyle’s lavishly meticulous attention to his partner’s needs, Steve too enjoyed an extraordinarily powerful orgasm, the likes of which no other partner before Kyle – and he had had many – had ever induced in him. It was extraordinary how Kyle, this eighteen year-old young stud, with practically no sexual experience to speak of, should have this incredible ability. Steve began to think that this young man, whom he had quite unintentionally taken under his wing, had a God-given talent for gay sex. In a word, Kyle was a natural stud who was built to fuck butt which he did like no other guy Steve had ever met. Steve wondered if the expression: “He fucks like an angel” adequately described Kyle’s extraordinary capabilities. But then he though about it and decided that did not even know if angels even fucked. And if they did, whom did they fuck and were they gay or straight?

“Kyle that really was one hell of a job you just did on me. I take my proverbial hat off to you when I say have never ever experienced anything even vaguely like what you just did to me. The intensity of sensation, that wonderful, indescribable feeling which an orgasm gives you, was totally unbelievable. No matter how often you feel it, and however brief it is, it never fails to please. Now that we have cooled off a bit, do you think that you could do it again? I know that once ought to be enough, but I really would like another bout. You know at the end of the nineteenth century, there was an Irish playwright called Oscar Wilde. He was gay like us and got into trouble with the law as gay sex was then illegal and punishable with imprisonment. Well he had all sorts of aphorisms which he trotted out on different occasions and one was about food. When someone, a lady apparently, told him that he had already eaten enough, obliquely accusing him of gluttony by saying to him that enough was as good as a feast, he replied: “Madame, enough is as good as meal; it’s a surfeit that makes a feast” Well Kyle, that expression taken in the present context is exactly how I feel right now. I would like to have a surfeit, not of food, but of sex; and moreover of sex delivered by you. So if you feel up to it, you might like to try exercising your cock on me yet again and give me a repeat performance of your undoubted cocksmanship.”

Whether accidentally or by design, something was shall never know, by uttering the words: “If you feel up to it” Steve had effectively waved a red rag in front of a bull as obviously Kyle’s pride would not allow him to stop there. So without saying a word, Kyle pulled Steve up from the bed and pushed him over a table where he proceeded to fuck him a second time. And again, he succeeded in bringing them both to a monumental climax, accompanied yet again by copious emissions of semen from both sides.

Then after changing the bed sheets which were totally soaked with the exceptionally large amount of cum which the two of them had emitted, Steve rolled a condom on to Kyle’s cock and donned one himself before pulling Kyle down and addressing his partner’s anus with his own cock. And if Steve did not equal the virtuoso copulative performance he had just received from Kyle, Kyle could not have cared less as he was he was sublimely happy to be sharing a bed and being fucked by someone whom he felt loved him.

CHAPTER 15

Kyle went back to the gym the next day, Tuesday, to learn how things were organised and what his precise role would be. He learned that the gym was open seven days a week. On weekdays the gym was open twelve hours a day, from 10 a.m. to 10 p.m. At weekends the hours on Saturday were from 8 a.m. through 8 p.m. and on Sunday from eight till one. Sunday afternoon the gym was closed. Kyle would be joining a team of eight fulltime trainers, divided into two groups each of four guys. One group worked the early shift from 10 a.m. through 4 p.m. and the second the late shift from 4 p.m. through 10 p.m. The two teams switched their work periods on a two-week basis. Additionally the gym employed on an hourly basis an ever changing number of college students, usually muscular and generally well equipped young jocks, all of whom were gay, who worked at the gym to supplement their income and pay their college fees. Usually it was one of these student interims who manned the reception desk; but on the Monday Kyle had arrived at the gym, the interim was a no-show and so Erik, a full-timer trainer, had done the job. Over and above the the two teams, there was a Head Trainer, a somewhat older guy called Gus Miller who coordinated the day to day running of the gym, which was managed overall by Sten Bergstrom. The gym’s owner was a group of businessmen who had no involvement in the daily running of the gym, which was for them just a profitable investment.

All in all Kyle thought that the gym would be an ideal place for him to work; the hours were congenial and as Erik had told him he would be among a group of guys all of whom like him were basically well-muscled, young gays, he looked forward to meeting his co-workers and getting to know them better! Head Trainer, Gus Miller and he had a long conversation in which Gus laid out the general rules on attendance, which as Erik had already intimated to Kyle were quite strict. In fact, each trainer had a time-card, which like workers in a factory they used to clock-on when they arrived and clock-off when they left. An added attraction was the fact that the two teams were allowed to exchange members to suit individual needs, provided that there were always four trainers officially on duty in the gym. So even the working hours were flexible in that a trainer could make and arrangement with one of his buddies and the lads were more or less free to arrange things to suit themselves.

But as Erik had said, if a trainer went off with a client to attend in private to what was euphemistically referred to in gym-speak as a client’s special needs, then that was in the trainer’s own time. The trainer was expected to clock-off and clock-back-on after he had finished dealing with the client. Kyle’s was not the place to argue with the ethos of a system that he already thought was utterly hypocritical; the gym just exuded homosexuality while overtly pretending it did not exist. But he did recognise that when he was in private with a client, he would probably be earning a generous gratuity for doing something which he already realised he enjoyed – no that was too tame an expression – he adored: to wit, fucking a guy’s ass.

And so, rationalising; taking the rough with the smooth; the pluses against the minuses and the pros against the cons, he was glad that had found a job so easily; and moreover a job which he was sure he would like and which he was certain he could do. He had been by far the best gymnast at school and just loved working his own body; combine that with the regular opportunity for sex which the gym unofficially offered its trainers, what more could a young guy of Kyle’s ability and sexual persuasion wish for? Kyle, with no paper qualifications whatsoever to his name, but with an exquisitely muscular body and a superb cock – not, by the way, attributes to be sneezed at – thanked his lucky stars that he had landed himself such a congenial job so easily.

So the work Kyle would be performing at the gym was very much to his taste; in fact Kyle and the gym were what might be considered a perfect fit. And as things were to turn out, both Kyle and the gym had, quite by chance, fallen on their collective feet, as Kyle was to become one of the gym’s star employees. But at present Kyle fervently hoped that his as yet unmet co-trainers – his co-workers – would also become his future friends and sex partners, for he had no one other then Steve to whom he was close. And for an absolute beginner at gay sex, who thanks to Steve and Steve alone, had suddenly found his true self and blossomed forth, Kyle already knew that he had acquired a taste for gay sex, which in the coming months was to prove an irresistible driving force for him. Man is a social animal, and for someone like Kyle, who had but one close friend (he already thought of Steve as his closest friend: someone to whom he could open his innermost heart) the gym with its complement of trainers, a group of young men, alike in body and mind, coupled with clients who by all accounts were there for sex over and above the physical workouts for which they patronised the place, offered him a golden opportunity to develop the sort social life, which as a young man living unhappily at home he had never experienced. So yes, all in all, Kyle felt very happy about his immediate future.

Kyle’s first day working at the gym arrived; he found himself on the early shift and was delighted to find that that Erik was one of the group to which he had been assigned; so at least he had someone whom he knew – more or less intimately – from the outset. Erik introduced him to his co-workers, Seth and Zac; surnames did not seem to figure in the order of the day and so his three co-workers knew their new workmate only as Kyle and he them only as Erik, Seth and Zac. Erik was clearly the group leader; although there was no official hierarchy in their little group, as ever one man, in this case Erik, became the de facto leader. Kyle thought Erik was about the same age as Steve, say twenty-two, whilst Seth and Zac were probably no more than twenty. So Kyle, then aged eighteen, was clearly the baby of the group. But as they stripped of their street clothes and changed into their working kit, Kyle’s sheer physical development – better said: his outstanding, physical beauty – hit the others like a ton of bricks. The youngest and newest member of their group Kyle might be, but what they all saw and, to their credit, instantly acknowledged to themselves, was that their new co-worker was at least their equal physically; but as far as his sexual potential was concerned, to judge from that jaw-dropping piece of man-meat between his legs, they were looking at an unbeatable fuck-stick: a world beater if ever there was one.

Erik, of course, had already had the pleasure of taking Kyle’s full length up his own ass on the day of Kyle’s interview with Sten. On that occasion Kyle had been so thorough and vigorous in his efforts as to render Erik incapable of returning the favour at the time. Erik would have hated to admit it, but the fact of the matter was that Kyle had reduced him to a state of week-kneed, sexual incapability. After Kyle had finished with him he could barely see straight, let alone raise a boner to keep his bargain with Kyle. He had been so wrung out by Kyle’s vigorous efforts that he had taken a rain-check with a promise to make good in the near future. And so like the other two members of the team, he too had never actually fucked Kyle although had already been fucked by him and knew that the cock they were all admiring was not just for show; in action it carried a very potent punch.

It is safe to say that the three of them, Erik included, were more or less rendered speechless by what they saw. By any standards Kyle’s sexual endowment was magnificent. Now as we all know a guy’s cock has a mind of its own and not for nothing is it often referred to as his uncontrollable flesh; if it decides it does not want to play ball, well, it just sulks and refuses to budge. Many a gay guy, in trying – nonsensically – to convince himself that he is a regular hetero-male by attempting to fuck a woman, has found himself in the embarrassing position of seeing his cock refuse to do its God ordained duty and rise to the occasion and had to retreat with his tail literally between his legs.

However, what Kyle’s two new co-workers saw as they gazed (with open admiration one might add) on the naked Kyle for the first time was a beautifully rubbery, seven inch long, two and a half inch diameter, perfectly circumcised penis which ended in a large, rounded cock-head, which was itself set off from the shaft by a well defined rim. And on this occasion, as it showed itself for the first time to his co-workers, Kyle’s cock was on its very best behaviour. It had decided to plump itself just enough, so that shaft descended in a smooth, parabolic-like curve from his pelvis, passing gracefully over his tightly held balls to end in a that clearly defined, killer of a head. All in all it was a magnificent sight, rendered more so by the fact that Kyle had had his pubic hair removed by Steve, so there was nothing at all to detract from what was an exceptionally beautiful penis and ball combination. All in all Kyle was showing his three co-workers what was by any standards a superb set of sex tools, which any guy would have been proud to call his own.

“Jee-zus H. Christ,” said Seth as he gazed with unconcealed envy at the piece of man-meat between Kyle’s legs; “Pardon my French, but where the fuck did you get that superb monster from? My God Kyle, you put us all to shame.”

And I suppose that it was to a certain extent true; although it has to be said that Kyle’s three co-workers were each sexually well-endowed and had nothing at all to be ashamed of; it was just that Kyle had shown them something quite exceptional; something all men dream of, but few ever achieve. In fact the gym, in spite of its hypocritical attitude towards sex, a commodity which it officially did not purvey, only set-on as trainers guys who were gay and who moreover sported decent sized cocks, of which Kyle happened to have the absolute crown jewel of what was, by any standards, a mouth-watering selection of prime man-meat. Primes inter pares: first among equals: but anyone with half an eye would have recognised that Kyle, the new-boy-on-the-block, based on looks alone, was easily top-dog.

As they gazed with open admiration at Kyle’s offering, the other three guys of the team all knew instinctively that they were looking at the man who would probably become the new Alpha Male of their group. New and untried Kyle might be, but his cock held such promise that the others had already, without saying a word, mentally capitulated: acknowledged that in Kyle they were looking at a perfect example of the absolute, physical pinnacle of the first flowering of a male physique with a world-beater of a cock. From that first moment, they all sensed that Kyle was destined to become dominant force of their group and probably of the entire gym. Kyle of course, as the new boy freshly emerged from his schoolboy role of shrinking violet, was totally unaware of these thoughts and was quite ready to defer to his co-workers. In a word, at that precise moment Kyle felt quite humble in spite of his obviously superior physical credentials.

And so began Kyle’s first job only one week after leaving school. Kyle was in his element helping the clients in their exercises, many of which he performed himself by way of a demonstration of how things should be done; and so, now in the role of instructor himself, he nevertheless took every opportunity to use his work time to perfect his own body. Kyle had his own very clear objectives of what he wanted to attain for himself. His desire was to was to turn his youthful male physique into a perfect specimen of a young man by the time he was twenty; and already as a beginner Kyle had already understood from looking at the endless muscle and gay porn channels on the internet, that the bulging, ballooning, steroid-induced muscles of the professional bodybuilder were not for him. Kyle’s aim was to develop a well balanced muscular body, with no individual muscle exaggerated. In a word, quite unbeknown to himself, in taking the job at the gym, Kyle had set himself the task of turning his body into an object of male beauty: that of a young man who resembled one of the mythical, Greek Gods: that of a young man with a body and cock which were the personification of male sexuality and over which other like-minded men would drool.

That first day, at the noon lunch break, Erik collared Kyle and immediately led him off to the selfsame room which, just the other, day Kyle had fucked the living daylights out of him.

“Come on Kyle, strip off; I never welsh on a deal and I really do owe you one from the other day. So how would you like it: from the front or the rear? Just say the word and my cock is yours to command; it awaits your pleasure.”

Kyle had to smile at Erik’s irrepressible, cheeky chatter. In their brief acquaintance he had already developed a great liking for Erik; a young guy who called it as he saw it and who evidently had not a bad bone in his body.

As he was talking Erik was already shedding his gym kit of shorts and singlet and motioned to Kyle to do likewise. Then for a few seconds they both stood there naked admiring each other, before Erik reached for the condoms and handed one to Kyle with the admonition: “We’d better play safe and not make too much mess. So what’s it to be? Back or front?”

Kyle said nothing but simply went and lay on his back on the couch, putting his feet up and with bent knees, spread his legs to give Erik access to his port of entry. Erik applied a good dose of lubricant to his rubber-clad cock before kneeling down between Kyle’s legs and offering him the first feel of his tumescent tool. Although not as big as Kyle’s own meat, Erik’s penis had a well-balanced, straight shaft and a good sized clean head, which he slid with considerable professionalism into Kyle’s expectant anus. Kyle felt immensely satisfied with what was happening to him, OK, Erik did not go through the preparative stages as Kyle had done with him; but Erik fucked him with considerable vigour and although he himself climaxed and shot his load before Kyle was ready to reach orgasm himself, he was not disappointed by Eric’s efforts, even though he had to jerk himself off before shooting his own load. But what the fuck; here it was, the noon lunch-break on his first day at work and his new colleague had made a truly great welcoming gesture. He had made Kyle really feel part of the team.

Whether Erik realised or not, in his return bout, he had not equalled the heights of sexual intercourse perfection that Kyle had visited upon him the first time they had met. Kyle however, new though he was to, let us call it, the sport, had by now realised that he personally was very sensitive to the nuances of the sex act. He saw that the technique which was to become his own hallmark when he was playing the role of the active partner in an encounter, to make sure that the guy whom he was fucking achieved the same satisfaction from the act as he himself did, was evidently not always the case. Erik had just fucked him hard and the main objective had clearly been for Erik himself to satisfy his own sexual needs; whether Kyle had been satisfied or not by the act had not seemed to enter into the overall equation.

And so it dawned upon our young hero, that sexual encounters were basically of two kinds: those which were entered into with a feeling, if not of love,at least with some consideration for one’s partner and those which were simply driven by sexual lust of one guy for another. It quickly became evident as Kyle accustomed himself to working at the gym and as his sexual encounters with numerous different guys grew, that lust driven fucking was the general norm: guys fucked each other out of sheer sexual lust – quite often aroused on first sight – and any finer considerations of feeling between the partners to the act were irrelevant; in fact, they were for the most part totally absent. It was not that Kyle did not enjoy having what might best be called recreational sex, for that would be far from the truth. Kyle, after his baptism by Steve into the world of gay sex, had quickly realised that he enjoyed enormously having sex with other guys, both as the fucker and the fuckee and that gay sex would play an important role in his future life.

But he quickly saw that his own considerate approach to his partner of the moment was usually a waste of time; the active partner used his cock to satisfy his own sexual urges and left his fuckee partner of the moment to fend for himself. So what Kyle had seen hundreds of time in the porn videos on the internet, was in fact the norm. When a guy gave another guy a blow job: a face fuck and sucked off his cock, it was because he, the sucker wanted to do that; it was not that he was preparing his partner for the ultimate act of anal penetration with a view to leading him to a simultaneous climax; it was simply because he wanted to suck-off his partner. And when he finally got down to the act of copulation itself and penetrated his partner’s anus, it was basically to satisfy his own needs of the moment; his partner was left to his own devices to reach his own climax, as testified by the frenetic way in which most guys being fucked, simultaneously jerked off their own cock to reach orgasm. And as Kyle observed, very often the active partner did not manage to reach his own climax by his copulative efforts alone, and he too had recourse to masturbation. He all too often withdrew himself from his partner well before his own orgasm and joined him in a face-to-face-five-fingered-exercise in which the two of them jerked themselves off and sprayed each other with their cum.

All sexual intercourse, anal included is, perforce, always a joint act, but mutuality of purpose between the two parties is, in many cases, totally lacking. Kyle quickly saw that this lack of joint purpose is very common in recreational sex, which all too often involves the act of anal fucking between two guys who may never ever see each other again and whose only thing is common is the momentary, mutual sexual lust. It was not that Kyle did not enjoy a one-night-stand reaming out another guy’s ass with his own cock; he did; and the act always gave him personally a great deal of pleasure even when he banged away at his partner without thinking about him. But whatever the occasion whenever Kyle fucked another guy, he always took, himself to the limit; he always climaxed and shot his own wad inside his partner, irrespective of whether his partner managed to climax or not.

Kyle’s previous unhappy home-life, where he had been pushed from pillar to post and beaten regularly by his stepfather, had left an indelible mark on his psyche. He had a deep, inbuilt feeling that he should not treat others in the same inconsiderate way in which he himself had hitherto been treated; and this personal philosophy he applied to all relationships with other people, including when he was having casual sex with another man. And so, although as a virile, sexually well-equipped young man he enjoyed fucking butt enormously – let’s face it; it fucking is a toy which never fails to please the active partner – there was always the nagging thought at the back of his mind, even in a onetime only encounter, that he ought to take his partner’s needs into consideration. So whenever the occasion arose, with a more sympathetic partner, Kyle always made an effort when he was exercising his own cock in the role of a top, to take his partner with him to a simultaneous orgasm. However, as he quickly learned at the gym, even with his co-trainers, it was very much every-man-for-himself when the guys indulged in sex together; that mutuality of purpose, much desired by Kyle, was rarely present.

CHAPTER 16

Kyle found that he really did enjoy the work of being a trainer at the gym and he used his spare time to continue to hone his own body to the peak of perfection, keeping himself busy all day. He found his three co-trainers an agreeable lot and they accepted him unquestionably so that as a newcomer he very quickly felt comfortable in his new environment. For Kyle it was heaven to be free from school and his parents home both of which he had hated and to be able to go back home – he already called Steve’s apartment his home – every evening.

It was on the Saturday of his second week at the gym that Erik said to him: “Oh by the way Kyle, all of us trainers, that’s to say both groups, usually get together on Sunday afternoon twice a month and – well not to put too fine a point on it – we get physical with one another and usually have a rather good afternoon of group sex together. It’s normally at my place as I have a very large loft apartment not far from the gym and we all meet there. What we usually do is to order in some pizza and beer and after that all hell breaks loose as there are no rules and everyone does what he wants; it’s just a fun afternoon of free-style sex. So, as you are the new man among us, I wanted to tell you that this Sunday afternoon everyone will be round at my place and we are all hoping that you will come as the guys in the other group want to meet you and everyone is just dying – how shall I put it tactfully Kyle? – to get to know you better.” Erik concluded his invitation with a laugh.

That evening, Kyle told Steve about the Sunday get-together at Erik’s place and Steve, not without a hidden twinge of jealousy, told Kyle that should most certainly go; he was now part of a group which clearly had a certain coherence among its members and he most certainly had to go and consolidate his own position and show that he was, in Steve’s words: “A team player and a true believer.”

“But you see Steve, I’ve never been to a group fuckfest before and I’m not at all sure of myself. And what if I bomb-out and can’t raise the flag? What am I going to look like? They’ll all think that I’m an utter ninny.”

“Listen Kyle, you have nothing at all to fear. And you seem to have already forgotten that you have had an evening of group sex with me and my two buddies, Greg and Brett and you really acquitted yourself very well on that occasion. And anyway you are just so fabulously well equipped with that monumental, killer dick of yours, that you will easily field all comers. You’ll see that you will be the star of the show. I know you feel a bit nervous because you are new to the game, but frankly Kyle, you have practically nothing more to learn about gay sex; you fuck like a trooper already. So just go along there after work tomorrow afternoon and have a great time. Just enjoy the delights of a no-holds-barred, fuckfest with the other guys. Believe me Kyle you’ll be absolutely fine. One day or another you’ll have to face the fact that group sex occasions are part and parcel of the lives of most gay studs. Either you accept that fact or you choose to be a loner, which is a course I do not recommend.”

“Variety, it is said, is the spice of life; so just go along there tomorrow and fuck the living daylights out of the lot of them. I know that you can do it; and I think that you know it too. Kyle you are an exceptionally well equipped young stud and you should make the most of your God-given attributes when you have the chance. In my view you will be the star turn at tomorrow’s fuckfest. There will be no one who has equipment to match yours; you Kyle, are truly an exceptional young man; and I kid you not; you really are a rather special guy Kyle. So, as the saying goes, make hay while the sun shines, which it will tomorrow for you. But right now, just stop your mental dithering, and get yourself stripped and into bed before I decide that I need to paddle your ass again to keep you on the straight and narrow. I am feeling very horny myself and I need to fuck somebody right now; so as yours is the only ass available, I guess I’ll just have to make do with that.” And with that Steve concluded his lecture with a big laugh and the two of them went off to bed together.

It it is perhaps worth noting that the two of them had had sex together more or less every evening since Kyle had moved in with Steve; so Kyle was not without lack of experience both as a top and a bottom, for the sexual relationship which they shared was very even. Both Steve and Kyle liked both to fuck and be fucked and so in the relationship, which they were developing together, neither guy was dominant. They were, in fact, a very well-matched pair of versatile, muscular, well hung, young gays and when they had sex together, whoever began as the active partner of the moment always finished up being fucked by the other at the end of the session.

Steve Shanit, with his considerable experience of gay sex, already knew after only two weeks living together, that he had, quite by accident, stumbled on a match made in heaven. He was already jealous whenever he even thought of Kyle having sex with another guy; but he wanted his young partner whom he had helped come to terms with his sexuality, to have the chance to sow his own wild oats – at least for a while – and come to realise that there was more to gay sex than one close relationship just fucking your partner of the moment.

And so he encouraged Kyle to experiment sexually with other men such as his co-trainers at the gym and possibly – although that did not yet seem to have happened, as Kyle told Steve absolutely everything that he did at the gym – servicing the sex needs of some of the gym’s clients. So in telling Kyle to go and more or less fuck himself to a standstill with his co-trainers at their regular fuckfest the following afternoon, he had had to hide his own desire to keep Kyle just for himself. Of course, what Steve did not know was how his own sexual relations with Kyle had already profoundly influenced the young man in his approach to sex. In much the same way that he had been totally unaware that Kyle was a virgin when they first had sex together, he was now equally unaware of just how much his own sexual techniques when he fucked the young man had already conditioned Kyle’s thinking.

He himself knew whenever he now fucked Kyle, that his own actions were motivated by feelings of love and not just by the lust for raw, uninhibited sex. Any desire generated by the lust he had initially had had straight after the paddling, to fuck the highly attractive Kyle had more or less vanished immediately after he had give Kyle his first sexual experience and taken his virginity from him. That chemistry which so often links two people together, whether gay or hetero, had already begun to work its magic on Steve the moment he withdrew his cock from Kyle’s anus after that first time. But he had no idea just how much his own subsequent approach to sex with Kyle had already influenced his thinking about sex and his relationship with other men. Had Steve known how Kyle felt about him, and had Kyle known how Steve felt about him, Steve would probably have felt quite differently. But the two of them had been together only for a couple of weeks and neither had clearly declared his feelings for the other; even so, Steve already had a proprietary feeling towards Kyle and knew he was jealous of the vertiginously fast learning-curve which his young protégé was following; but at the same time he did not want to deprive Kyle of what he considered was the essential learning experience which a young man new to gay sex needed to derive from his sexual contacts with other men of the same sexual persuasion as himself.

Steve had known almost immediately when Kyle had arrived with his belongings at his apartment that fateful Sunday afternoon that he wanted the young man to stay, even before Kyle had explained that he would quit school to avoid putting Steve’s teaching job in jeopardy. But today he just knew that come hell or high water, there was no way that he would let Kyle leave him without a struggle. Steve Shanit had already admitted to himself that he was totally and utterly in love with the young man whom he had paddled after the football game just a few weeks ago. But he still did not feel that the moment was right to declare himself to Kyle as he wanted the lad – he still thought of him as a lad even though he was a young man – to come to terms with what being a practising homosexual meant. Steve hoped that ultimately that same chemistry which had drawn him to Kyle would work its same spell on Kyle himself and that he would ultimately come to feel the same way about him.

Sunday morning dawned and Kyle went off to his job at the gym. When the gym closed at one that afternoon the four of them went over to Erik’s place, which turned out to be a very large loft above an old office building in the Chicago Loop. The four members of the other trainer group arrived shortly afterwards. The two teams greeted each other with high fives as if they were long lost friends. Again surnames were dispensed and Kyle, the new boy, was introduced to Dmitri, Callum, Colin and Pete. Inevitably the members of the new team who had not until now met Kyle, took in the hunk-like qualities of their new colleague while Kyle did the same with them; he saw that the gym clearly stuck to it guns in terms of the type of guy it recruited as the four of them, like the members of his own team, were all handsome muscular studs well equipped where it counted most, as their bulging crotches testified.

Just looking at them had made Kyle’s cock begin to stir, as he wondered what the four them would look like stripped for action. The doubts he had voiced to Steve about his own ability to rise to the occasion had already vanished as he felt his cock cock rising in anticipation of the sexual delights the afternoon might have to offer. Eric produced iced beer from a large fridge; the door bell rang and the pizza delivery man staggered in, carrying eight large pizza boxes; the eight young studs, still fully clothed sat down to eat their lunch. Kyle marvelled at the large size of the place where Erik lived, which was furnished with various pieces of gymnastic equipment as well as a large table and chairs around which they all were then sitting and a number of ancient, leather-covered armchairs.

Erik, whose place it was, had, quite rightly, assumed the role of master of ceremonies and once lunch was over started stripping off his clothes with the exhortations to the others to make themselves comfortable. No one was left in any doubt as to what the afternoon promised. Kyle, as the newcomer, had no hesitation in getting himself naked as he was as eager as anyone to get started on what promised to be an afternoon of group sex the likes of which he had never before experienced. He had had often been in the showers with his schoolmates after gym class or a football game and he was more or less accustomed to being in the presence of a group of other naked young lads.

But what he now saw as he gazed upon the naked bodies of his seven co-workers just blew his mind away. He had never before been in the presence of so much superb young muscle and so many magnificent pieces of man-meat, most of which like his own cock already rising in anticipation of what they would shortly be called upon to do. The whole scene was so erotically unreal for Kyle, who quickly saw that he himself had nothing to be ashamed of as the youngest and newest members of the group. His cock which by now had become fully erect and rock-hard with anticipation of what was to come, was already exuding the first drops of pre-cum had. Kyle’s penis had done him proud as at that moment as its rubbery, flaccid, seven-plus inches had transformed itself into a rock-hard, ten-inch fuck-stick which was now holding itself in defiantly an angle of forty-five degrees to his abdomen.

Kyle quickly became aware of the admiration he was receiving from his co-workers. All eight of them were superb specimens of young and virile, muscular manhood; but Kyle, the youngest and newest member among them, was utterly outstanding. As Seth had remarked on Kyle’s sexual endowment when he had met his three team mates on his first day at the gym: “Kyle you put us all to shame.” And today when his other four co-workers were seeing him for the first time, they all realised and acknowledged – probably green with envy – that the new boy really did have something special to offer.

Ever the organiser, Erik said: “Well come on you lot; now you’ve all seen what our new colleague has to offer, let’s all stop gawping and give Kyle a proper welcome into our trainer group and make him feel that he really is one of us: one of the team. Kyle, what we want to do before we start our regular Sunday afternoon free-style fuckfest, if we want to induct properly into our group. We all feel that we need to get to know you; and vice-versa, you need to get to get to know us so that you really feel part of our group and not just a fringe newcomer. And so, given your totally exceptional fuck-stick, which already looks as though it is raring to go, we have prepared a little introductory programme which we think you will enjoy and which, quite frankly pays homage to your truly unique cock.”

And then while Kyle gazed on in total bewilderment, his seven colleagues each in turn bent across the table and spread their legs and allowed another of their colleagues to lubricate their anus. Kyle was amazed to see the thorough way in which this was done as not only were the external parts lubricated, but Erik produced a number of disposable sachets of anal lubricant equipped with nozzles which allowed the internal lubrication of each guy’s rectum to be achieved. It was obvious even to Kyle, that this meticulous preparation was destined to ensure that his own cock slid smoothly into each guy in turn as he was clearly expected to fuck all seven of them by way of introducing himself to the group. However, once the preparation was over Erik took him gently by the arm and led him to a long, narrow, padded bench set between a set of parallel bars of the type used by gymnasts.

“Lie down on your back Kyle and roll this rubber onto your cock.” The rubber in question was a Trojan Imperial size, pre-lubricated condom which covered the entire length of Kyle’s massive erection. Kyle was still mystified as to what was about to happen to him as Eric said: “Now Kyle, just lie back comfortably and relax; hold your Washington Monument of a dick up straight and we will do the rest.” And then Erik again took the lead as he straddled the recumbent Kyle with his feet placed firmly on the floor each side of the bench, bent his knees and lowered himself gently onto Kyle’s waiting member. Kyle, by now realising what was intended, guided the head of his cock into Erik’s anus as he descended onto him. Erik’s anal sphincter readily yielded to his downward pressure and he penetrated himself with Kyle’s formidably fuck-stick; his Washington Monument! Erik took Kyle’s full length inside of himself, and bottomed his ass on Kyle’s pelvis; he then waited a few seconds before beginning what I suppose has to be called to reverse fuck Kyle’s cock by levering himself vertically up and down using the parallel bars. At each lift Erik more or less pulled his ass completely off Kyle’s ten inch ramrod of a cock, before re-descending and devouring its full length again.

And so Kyle found himself in the strangely inactive position with his cock inside of Erik’s ass; the normal position of the active partner to the act of anal copulation which was taking place, except that it was Erik who was doing all the work. Erik contented himself with a dozen or so vertical strokes, before withdrawing himself completely off Kyle’s cock when he was replaced by Seth, who effected exactly the same, sexual ballad; and so over the next fifteen minutes or so, Kyle had the pleasure of enjoying what amounted to a series of seven guys gently massaging the full length his erect penis with their rectums and anuses; what was here to dislike about it? Each time the procedure was limited to a dozen strokes and no one, Kyle included, actually climaxed.

Motion is relative and I suppose that the fact that the seven studs who had auto-penetrated themselves on Kyle’s monument, by virtue of their reciprocal vertical movements should in theory have achieved the same effect as if Kyle had been in the normal fucking mode, thrusting his cock in and out and fucking each ass in turn in the normal manner. After all, they were in the fucking mode, with Kyle penetrating his partner of the moment; but the physiological effect was not at all the same either for Kyle, the theoretical fucker, or for his seven friends who had, in turn, played the role of the fuckees. For Kyle, who experienced the whole of this extraordinary procedure, at the end of the day it was tantamount to an overlong and elaborate sequence of foreplay before the actual event itself. It was Kyle’s cock which had experienced no less than seven times the act of anal sex whilst the purveyors of the seven asses had experienced Kyle’s cock but once each. It it is therefore not surprising that by the time the induction process was over and the seventh participant, who happened to be Dmitri, withdrew his ass off Kyle’s monument, that Kyle himself was in such a heightened state of sexual readiness that he could no longer control his actions.

After he had separated himself from Kyle, Dmitri extended his hand to help Kyle to his feet. Kyle took the proffered hand, but instead of standing up, he pulled Dmitri was now face down on top of him. Then in one quick but powerfully deft movement, he flipped Dmitri over so that he was now face down on the bench, spread his legs, knelt in the space he had created for himself, lifted Dmitri onto his knees and then without the slightest hesitation, thrust his ten inch rock-hard monument, still clad in the Trojan rubber, straight back into Dmitri’s fuck-hole from which it had just a few moments earlier been disengaged. Then without waiting, he proceeded to give Dmitri the fuck of his life. Kyle simply could not control himself; after seven different fuck-holes had been thrust on his cock, he was in such an erotically aroused state that his only thought was to satisfy his own needs: he had to bring himself to orgasm in the traditional way by fucking butt.

And so he addressed Dmitri’s anus with what can but be described as a battering onslaught with his super-aroused cock. Gone was any thought that sexual intercourse should be a mutually satisfying exercise; at that moment, psyched up as he had become by what had gone before, Kyle was simply obeying the imperative commands of his cock, which was telling him in no uncertain terms that it wanted – no, that it needed – to fuck butt. And so, spurred on by this unspoken but nevertheless imperative command of his fuck-stick, Kyle’s only objective was to satisfy his own needs and to bring himself to orgasm as soon as possible. At that moment, Kyle found himself in one of those situations where good sense is thrown out of the window in the need to satisfy the unbelievably imperative commands which sex can impose on a man. And so, throwing caution to the winds, Kyle hammered his fuck-stick in and out of Dmitri’s hole with speed and precision which defied description.

In and out with the greatest possible force went Kyle’s cock: that rigid, monumental obelisk of uncontrollable flesh; with each successive thrust, Kyle gave Dmitri the full ten inches of his erection, withdrawing himself fully from Dmitri’s hole each time. And with unerring precision, Kyle’s cock battered its target with ever increasing speed. And as at each stroke he repeatedly withdrew himself from Dmitri’s anus, he pulled his cock further away from its anal target so that each successive downward thrust was given with ever greater force. Finally, sensing as as every man who has ever fucked anyone does, that the next stroke would be the last: that coup de grace which would bring him to orgasm, he waited a full two seconds with his cock-head poised a full three inches above Dmitri’s waiting anus before giving his cock that last powerful thrust – the straw which broke the camel’s back – and brought himself to a massive climax deep inside of Dmitri.

The orgasm he experienced as a result of his efforts can but be qualified as cataclysmic; with his pelvis bottomed against Dmitri’s ass and his ten inch erection deep inside of his partner, in the throes of an intense orgasm which seemed to go on forever, he shot an unbelievable quantity of thick creamy cum in a series of distinct jerks into the condom, which surprisingly in view of the vigorous activity to which it had been subjected, was still intact. This was Kyle’s greatest sexual experience to date. And what is incredible is that fact that although he had not given the slightest consideration at all to his partner’s part in this tour-de force of anal copulation, Dmitri arrived at simultaneously at his own orgasm and shot his not inconsiderable offering of male cream all over the leather covering of the bench on which he was kneeling.

Kyle, who had just performed this virtuoso piece of anal fucking which had been keenly observed by his co-workers, remained with his cock still deeply engaged inside Dmitri for a full minute before withdrawing himself to a round of applause from the six onlookers to this impromptu drama. He now gave his hand to Dmitri who in his own way was as exhausted by the pounding his ass had just received from Kyle. The two young studs stood there facing each other. Kyle pulled off the Trojan which was practically bursting with the huge quantity of sperm he had produced; and then with their cocks still hard erect and more or less kissing each other, the two of them hugged each other to yet another round of applause from their friends.

“My God Kyle, there’s fucking and fucking; but that my friend was FUCKING, writ large in capital letters. I have had my hole reamed out by many different guys, but never have I had an experience like the one you just gave me. That Kyle, and I kid you not, was easily the greatest ass fuck I have ever had in my life. And you achieved something I have rarely previously experienced in that you took me with you all the way and brought me to my own orgasm at the same time as you yourself exploded. It was what I call a Look mom, no hands performance. How the fuck do you do it Kyle? You truly are phenomenal; and I for one am really glad that you have joined us as a full time trainer at the gym.”

By the time Dmitri had finished his words of praise, Kyle’s face was red as a beetroot. He knew himself that he had not given a jot as to whether Dmitri had been enjoying the experience of having his ass pounded by his jack-hammer of a cock. He had been so psyched up himself with what had gone before – after all, it was not every day that a guy had his cock passively fucked seven times by seven different guys in quick succession – that his only thought as he shafted Dmitri had been to satisfy himself and release the enormous, sexual tension which had built up. What was amazing and for which Kyle had the honesty to admit to himself that it was more by accident than design, was that somehow things had worked out for the two of them and Dmitri too had been sexually satisfied by what had happened to him.

But thinking about it later, was it by accident that Dmitri had climaxed at the same time as he himself had? Kyle started to wonder if he had a natural inbuilt factor which came into play whenever he fucked another guy, even in what might best be called his raw-sex, lust mode, automatically to hold himself back until he sensed that his partner was near his climax and then to make that final thrust with his cock taking them both simultaneously to the heights of orgasmic ecstasy. What was, however crystal clear to everyone present – except perhaps to Kyle himself – was that they had just witnessed a remarkable performance by their youngest and newest colleague. Kyle had a superb, muscular physique and none of his colleagues could begin to match his sexual endowment. But endowment apart, it is doubtful if any of the others could have matched what he had just done to Dmitri.

Erik who with his sense of organisation decided that a pause was needed and to everyone’s surprise, not to mention delight, produced a magnum of champagne from his fridge. Whether by design or accident, the wine served to toast Kyle’s performance and to celebrate his acceptance as a true member of the gym’s trainer teams. After the slightly misconceived seven-man-one-cock event followed by Kyle’s brilliant performance with Dmitri, the question then was what was to follow for the rest of the afternoon. Remember, this was the one of the twice-monthly freestyle, sex get-togethers of all eight trainers, which today’s events had sort of turned on its head. Kyle’s virtuoso performance with his cock on Dmitri’s ass had rescued the afternoon from the mediocrity of the starting feature and had in a certain way, by its sheer brilliance, taken the glitter off what was usually an afternoon of vigorous, mutually enjoyable sex, with every man doing what he fancied; so there were usually individual pairings of the Kyle-Dmitri type as well as group activities, together usually with some new mind-blowing demonstration of gymnastic sex.

Eric, ever inventive and seldom lost for an idea or a word said: “Listen guys, I guess we all recognise now that now that our welcome idea for Kyle was a bit of a flop. But there is nothing to be gained by lamenting our mistakes; what we have to do is to look forward. We all want to fuck and to be fucked this afternoon; that is why we get together twice a month for an afternoon of uninhibited sex which we all enjoy. Kyle, we have all seen your unique Washington Monument of a fuck-stick in action on Dmitri and I am sure that I speak for all of us when I say we are all green with envy of Dmitri. So in a word, Kyle, I think what we would all like, would be for you to ream out our asses for us one by one. So Kyle, if you think you have the stamina for it and your cock could stand it, how about you fuck each of us in turn and one of us will at the same time fuck your ass in tandem. So you would get to know us better and we would equally get to know you.”

Kyle was of course interested in this marathon challenge but thinking about it he wondered if he could make it to the end. After all, seven anuses to fuck, one after the other, was a tall order; not at all comparable to what had taken place at the beginning of the afternoon when the seven others had impaled themselves one after the other on his cock. Then he had contributed nothing other than his erect penis to that venture and the results were less than satisfactory as they had not brought him to a climax. But at the prospect of servicing seven anuses, each of which was expecting to be thoroughly fucked by him one after the other was a tall order and he felt unsure of himself. And yet, with all the impetuousness of youth, he wanted to try; he wanted to prove, as much to himself as to the others, that he did have the stamina for such a marathon session of sodomy.

Then it suddenly hit him; if the aim as Erik had said, was for everyone to get to know him and vice-versa well, both Erik and Dmitri could be eliminated as they had both already experienced Kyle’s copulative prowess; Dmitri just today and Erik the day of Kyle’s interview for the job, when he had succeeded in reducing Erik to the consistency of jello. So Kyle communicated these facts to Erik and Dmitri, both of whom who pulled wry faces at their elimination, but laughed but accepted that Kyle was right, thereby reducing the marathon five guys: Callum, Colin, Pete, Zach and Seth. It was left to them plus Erik and Dmitri to decide which of them would have the honour of servicing Kyle’s ass whilst he was sequentially fucking the five of them. Clearly Erik and Dmitri, who were to be denied the pleasure of taking Kyle’s cock themselves would be the first of – well, let us call it the Greek Chorus of cocks – which would service Kyle whilst he himself sodomised the lucky five with his much admired phallus. So if all went according to plan the, chosen five would each in turn all be sequentially fucked by Kyle whilst he at the same time would submit his own fuck-hole to the tender loving care of anyone of six different cocks. It promised to be a remarkable visual feast for the five studs who would be left to their own devices whilst the drama unfolded.

Callum was the first of the five to submit his hole to Kyle for his dose of not-so-tender-loving-care. Callum placed his hands on the table and leaned forward spreading his legs to offer his ass to Kyle. Kyle, who had already rolled a fresh Trojan onto his ten inch boner, then immediately shafted him. Colin meanwhile applied a liberal dose of lubricant to Kyle’s expectant anus which Colin then shafted with his own Trojan clad cock; so the three studs, now pegged together by two erect cocks were ready to being the first of the five sequential acts of group copulation each with Kyle as the chief protagonist. Kyle himself would have preferred to fuck each of his five friends quite alone as with another guy’s meat up his own ass it really did cramp his style; but he went along with it as Eric had clearly intended it to be a series of five episodes. But before Kyle and Colin could begin what was to be the first of five sequential, rhythmically coordinated fucks, Erik, inventive as ever, decided to add a new variable to the equation.

“Callum my friend, I really do think that we have to do something to comfort your cock, to help it to bear up to what is to come. Its stuck out there on its own in the cold and looks totally unloved and uncared for; sort of completely forgotten in what is supposed to be a collective effort.” It has to be said that along with all eight other pieces of man- meat associated with this joint copulative venture, Callum’s cock did not appear to be either unloved or uncared for; quite the contrary; it was resolutely erect and already exuding a few drops of anticipative pre-cum. But Erik had decided otherwise and so he dropped on his knees beneath the table against which Callum was leaning and took his cock into his mouth. So the team destined to execute the first of what was to be a series of five little gay-sex dramas was now made up of four players: Erik about to give Callum a blow-job; Callum being shafted by the formidable fuck-stick of the chief protagonist, Kyle; and Kyle with his own ass held firmly in place by Colin’s erect member. Surrounding this group of key dramatis personae, were the four remaining members of the team. Not surprisingly all four of them stood there with their cocks rigid, all dripping with pre-cum in anticipation of the erotic drama they were about to watch; and like many guys in such a situation, all of them had their five-fingered lovers ready to render service to their cocks, So all in all, pretty well the entire group was erotically involved in what was about to happen. This really was a very special example of eight-man group sex at its most arousingly and inventively erotic.

Kyle, in the present drama, was what one might call in ballet terms (with apologies for the murdering of the Italian language) il primo copulatoro. He was the motive force at the core of what was about to take place and as such it fell to him to call the shots: to set the pace: and, most importantly, to set the of length and rhythm each cock stroke with which he would fuck Callum and which Colin would have to follow as he fucked Kyle. Kyle, in spite of the constraints imposed on his freedom of movement, had every intention of giving Callum the fuck of his life and bringing him to a great climactic orgasm. He just wanted to show his friends the technique, which he was fast making his own; so whether making love to his partner of the moment, or just indulging in a recreational, lustful fuck as was actually the case, Kyle always wanted to take his partner of the moment to a full blown orgasm.

Surrounded by four young studs each jerking off his erect cock, Kyle began his ministrations on Callum’s ass; and as ever the first strokes were slow and deliberate, but always full length. At first Colin who was charged with the rear-guard action was easily able to synchronise his own movements with those of the master; but as the erotic tension built up, Kyle became totally subsumed in the sex act and his strokes became ever longer, more powerful and quicker, Colin was no longer able to match his own actions to the pace Kyle as setting and so he remained with his own cock deep inside Kyle with his pelvis pressed firmly against Kyle’s ass and allowed himself to be carried on by the ever increasing momentum Kyle was generating. An analogy for what was happening was that Kyle and Colin were reminiscent of the double header of a train where two engines are coupled together and using their joint power to pull the load. As climax approached Colin’s cock was doing nothing at all to stimulate Kyle’s ass but the added mass he brought to the act, added extra punch to Kyle’s final thrusts. So when Kyle finally climaxed and took Callum to the unique heights of indescribably erotic pleasure which only a copulative orgasm induces, the sheer intensity of what Callum experienced had been greatly enhanced by the added force of the two-man combination. As Callum was not using a condom and his cock was being simultaneous serviced orally by Erik, he took the full force of Callum’s copious emission in his mouth and all over his face. One could almost say that Eric’s face was momentarily drowned in a tsunami of Callum’s cum.

To conclude this first of his five laps, Kyle remained with his cock inside of Callum for several minutes during which time Colin, slightly embarrassed by his failure to keep pace with Kyle – but then what guy could have done so? – continued pounding Kyle’s ass with his own cock until he himself managed to climax and shoot his load. So at the end of the day, this extraordinary coupling of four bodies had satisfied Kyle, Callum and Colin, all of whom had reached orgasm and also the four onlookers, all of whom had enjoyed self induced orgasms by jerking themselves off. So Erik, who had decided to guild the lily in giving Callum a blow job whilst Kyle was fucking him, was left in a state of suspended erotic animation, with his face covered with with Callum’s cum for his efforts as the only return for his efforts. Kyle who was acutely aware of this fact and who with his spirit of mutuality did not want Erik, whom he liked immensely, to be left out in the cold, turned to him and handed him a Trojan: “Put this on Erik; I need a rest before the next round of this marathon, so why don’t you just give me a gentle, soothing fuck before I start again?”

And start again he most certainly did; however, this time is was a straight one-on-one coupling, first with Colin and then with the remaining three guys: Pete, Zac and Seth; and whilst he exercised his fuck-stick on the lucky guy of the moment, the others all stood around, cokes erect and jerked themselves off. What was amazing in view of the strenuous nature of what was happening, not only for Kyle, but also or the onlookers who hand-worked their cock to the limit, was how well all of them held up to the strain of what was a more or less non-stop copulation/masturbation event. Kyle had had serious doubts about his ability to service five guys more or less nonstop; but in the event he accomplished this with no difficulty at all. It was as if his cock just wanted to show its prowess to everyone present, as even during the pauses between his partners, Kyle maintained his rock-hard erection throughout.

When Seth had been finally treated to a dose of Kyle’s inimitable technique and he had, for the last time, withdraw his man-meat from his final partner partner of the afternoon, he was treated once more to a spontaneous round of applause from his co-workers. If there had been any doubt in anyone’s mind about Kyle’s amazing sexual ability among his co-workers. With this ability coupled with Kyle’s magnificent physique, they all now had to face the incontrovertible fact that Kyle Sinclair – new-boy-on-the-block – a totally exceptional, gorgeous, young stud was clearly the Alpha Male of the group. This fact was not given voice in so many words; but everyone present that afternoon knew that Kyle was the rising star among the gym’s trainers and that he would outshine the lot of them.

CHAPTER 17

Kyle’s team were on the late shift for two weeks beginning the Monday following their private fuckfest at Erik’s. As yet Kyle had not had any invitation from any of the gym’s customers he had worked with to join with them in private for a session of extra-curricular activities. However during those first two weeks he had twice been selected by a handsome, young guy to help him work-out. As seemed normal, the guy in question had given Kyle only by his first name: Tony. He was about thirty years old, of mixed race and clearly had some Latin American blood; but this young stud was as handsome as they come: jet black hair, well defined muscles; and to judge from the bulge in his shorts, also very well equipped between his legs; all in all Tony was a very attractive sexy-looking hunk: not to mince words, Tony was a very fuckable proposition. He was clearly proud of his physique which he worked on assiduously as he came to the gym at least twice a week. It was a mystery to Kyle, how these guys, whom he supposed had a job, were able to abscond during the day to tend to the needs of their bodies. Kyle had seen Tony working out with other trainers before Tony approached him and asked him to help him with a few routines. However, it early that Monday evening on Kyle’s first late shift, that Tony, who for some reason had turned up at the gym and had asked Kyle to help him with some routines, that the first invitation came.

“Say Kyle, I really do like working out with you; and then the classic, dog-eared, come-on phrase: I would really like to get to know you better. So why don’t we go somewhere private so that we can talk?” And that was the beginning of what was to be long term relationship between Tony and Kyle. Tony had pre-booked one of the private rooms, with Gus Miller, so Kyle went and clocked off duty for the first time in his brief career to date at the gym and off he and Tony went to get to know one another better.

Tony was not slow in making his demands quite clear; he was a plain speaker: one of those men who called a spade a spade and did not beat about the bush. “Look Kyle, I guess we both know why I have asked you here; and it is not, as I am sure you are already aware to have a private session of physical training with you, although what I have in mind does involve a certain amount of physical effort on your part. To introduce myself properly so that you know whom you are dealing with. My name is Antonio William Lopez-Smith and I am, as you have probably already divined, partly Latin America, Mexican, in fact, by my father Carlos Lopez and partly wasp American by my mother, Katharine Smith, who came from a long established English American family called Smith, who had been here for over two hundred years. I earn my living as a realtor and have my own business with about fifty employees. (So that explained it; Tony was his own boss and was foot-loose and fancy free to do as he wished during the day.) Well the thing is this, Kyle, and I am telling you all this in strictest confidence as I do not want it to go any further.”

“I am a happily married man with a lovely wife with whom I have an excellent sex life and we have two lovely little girls. But when I was at college, I was in a fraternity and shared a room with two other guys both of whom were gay and inevitably I got roped in to some of their antics. And although I am basically a straight guy myself, I found after a while, that I really quite enjoyed a bit of gay sex from time to time; well to make things quite clear, I acted as bottom on a number of occasions for both of my roommates and I sort of acquired a taste for getting my ass reamed out from time to time. Happily married with a family as I now am, I still occasionally enjoy having anal sex, something my wife, of course, cannot give me. I have been a client of this gym for several years and have availed myself of the services of several of the trainers to satisfy my needs. I know that such things are not offered officially by the gym; and I am also aware of the fact that this gym recruits as trainers only young guys such as you who are totally gay. I also know that the gym turns a blind eye on those of its trainers who offer such services to its customers. So there you have it Kyle; you are as relative newcomer to this place but I have much appreciated your arrival and have greatly enjoyed the training sessions I have had with you; and so I wondered if perhaps you might be interested in rendering me the sort of service I have just described. If you do not wish to do so, then just say so and we will forget that we ever had this conversation. But if you feel that you can meet my present need for a dose of anal simulation, I think you will find me quite generous as I normally reward whomever serves me with $250.- as a tip.”

All this conversation, really a totally one-sided monologue, took place with a totally silent Kyle standing there with Tony gazing quite lasciviously at the young man in front of him. Kyle thought to himself: “This guy really does have the hots for me. I can tell that from the way he has been looking at me whilst he was talking; he’s not taken is eyes of my crotch the whole time. But I have to give it to him; he has said very clearly what he wants; and $250.- just to fuck his butt seems very generous; so what have I to lose? And anyway its sort unofficial and unspoken rule of this place that we trainers should bend to the customers’ wishes; and the gym moreover condones sex between staff and customers while all the same time pretending that it does not go on.”And then aloud to Tony: “OK Tony, if that’s what you want, then I’m your man. I’ll fuck your ass for you.”

Tony looked relieved that his overture had been accepted and said: “That’s great Kyle; I’m so glad that you are willing. You know Kyle you are a very attractive young man and I cannot wait to see what you look like when you take your shorts off; come on Kyle, reveal all to your client and let him see what you have to offer.”

As he was saying this Tony, eager to get started on what he termed anal stimulation, was stripping off his own training kit. The two of them stood there looking at each other. Tony was a well set-up guy of about thirty and Kyle immediately noticed that he had had his pubic hair removed. This sort of indicated Kyle, that Tony was more deeply into gay sex than he had told him. Kyle did not know much about male-female sex in the marital context, but he did know that most married men did not have their cock hair removed, unless like him, they were into what might best be called the non-reproductive activities of the sex business. So Kyle guessed that Tony might be a regular practising bi-sexual: a fact known or unknown to his wife; but that was really none of his business; he was being paid $250, - to fuck Tony’s ass; end of story; or so he thought.

That lascivious look in Tony’s eyes turned to one of admiring amazement tinged with awe as he took in the full splendour of Kyle’s nakedness. Kyle’s cock had had already decided that it approved of what it was shortly to be called upon to do and so Tony found himself looking not only at an exquisitely beautifully muscular, young stud, but one with a rock-hard cock which made his heart miss a beat.

“Holy Moses Kyle; where the fuck did you get that magnificent piece of meat between your legs from? There are cocks and cocks and I’ve seen and experienced plenty in my time; but what you have on offer is something really special: a real humdinger of a tool: a world beater by any standards; and I see that it is already fully prepared for action. Look Kyle, what I would like you to do for me, is to give my ass a really good hard fuck using the back entry position. And when I say a good hard fuck, I truly do mean hard; I want you to let rip with your cock and give my ass a really good reaming out; so don’t be shy; just let rip.”

Tony went and leaned aging the table and spread his legs exactly as if he were a schoolboy offering up his ass for a paddling. Evidently Tony was very particular about hair – or rather the total absence of it – for his ass and buns were also devoid of any hair; for a guy aged thirty, which was after the first flower of youth, Kyle saw that Tony was offering him a very attractive ass to fuck. As meticulous as ever, Kyle applied a generous dose of lubricant to Tony’s anal area. He then rolled a Trojan rubber onto his own cock and gave that a generous dose of lubricant before handing Tony a Trojan: “You know Tony, anal sex is a great and very satisfying pastime; but if done properly the act of copulation for the guy being fucked tends to be terribly messy. So as I intend to take you to your own orgasm, I recommend you don the rubber I have just handed to you to catch what I guess might be your copious emission.”

“My God Kyle, you really are very thorough in your preparation, I have never had so much care lavished on my ass before being fucked by anyone before. You really are the bee’s knees of a stud.”

“Well thanks for your kind remarks Tony; but perhaps you should save them until after you have seen what I can actually deliver.”

“Listen stud, with that monument of a fuck-stick between your legs, I have no doubt at all that you can and will deliver. So shall we cut the cackle and get down to work. Come on Kyle, push that rock-hard tool of yours into me as far as you can and try to take me to heaven and back.” And with that exhortation Tony bent further over the table and spread his legs wide in clear anticipation of the pleasure to come.

It has to be said that Tony had a very inviting air of buns of the sort which obviously invited exploration by any prowling, rampant cock. So Kyle pressed his cock-head against Tony’s well-oiled anus and found that its protective sphincter offered little or no resistance to his cock, the full length of which he then slid in one long smooth move into Tony’s rectum. Kyle was no expert, but he somehow sensed that the ease with which he had shafted Tony stemmed from the fact that his anus was was no stranger to the act of anal copulation and he knew instinctively that he was about to fuck a well experienced hole. Tony let out a moan of satisfaction as he felt Kyle’s pelvis press firmly against his own ass and that totally exceptional piece of hard man-meat filled out his innermost passage. Relatively inexperienced Kyle may have been, but he paused for a few moments to allow Tony to get used to the feel of his large cock firmly embedded inside him; Kyle was determined that follower as he most certainly was, he would give Tony the greatest fuck of his life. And so although Tony had told him that he wanted a really rough, hard fuck, he nevertheless began, in his inimitable way, first with slow, short, caressing thrusts of his cock gradually building up his force, tempo and thrust length until he was hammering Tony as hard as he could and giving him practically the full ten inches of his cock at every stroke. Tony let out many colourful expletives of pleasure as the tension built up, until with his amazingly innate sense of judgement, Kyle finally withdrew himself completely from Tony’s anus before thrusting his rigid member for that final time back into into the expectant fuck-hole, bringing them both to an explosive orgasm.

As he enjoyed his own intense orgasm and pumped out his own load, Kyle had a moment of doubt if he himself had the moral right to enjoy himself so much when he was being paid to service his present partner. But Kyle’s own climax, as he knew full well, was concomitant with bringing his partner to the climax he was now experiencing. And he knew from the way Tony was groaning with pleasure, punctuated by a series of foul-mouthed expletives, that he was in the throes of what had to be the ultimate pleasure known to man, which only the sensations produced by an orgasm induced by coupling with someone else can produce. Kyle dripping with the sweat of his vigorous labours, now lay flat on top of Tony’s back, his own cock still deeply embedded inside his partner, felt Tony’s body jerk time after time as he jerked his own emission into the Trojan rubber he was wearing on his own cock.

It was several minutes later, during which Tony had recomposed himself from the battering he had just taken from Kyle’s cock that Kyle withdrew himself from Tony’s anus, stood up and pulled of the Trojan rubber full his own cum. Tony too stood up, faced Kyle and did likewise with the rubber he had been wearing. He looked at Kyle, who was still as hard as a rock in spite of the physical effort he had just expended fucking Tony’s ass, and said: “My God Kyle where did you learn fuck like that, let me tell you young man, I have been fucked by many guys in my life, but never ever in the way you just did to me. You handle your cock like no man I have ever been with before; and the way you brought me to a climax was quite amazing. I had not expected that you would be able, just by fucking my ass, to take me all the way to my own orgasm. Listen my friend, all the other guys I have ever had sex with have fucked my hole and then both of us have finished up by jerking ourselves off to orgasm and creaming our cocks over each other. What you did, was to take both me and yourself, to a climax so that we both achieved orgasm together, and believe me, when it came, it was, for me – and I guess for you too – a truly sensational feeling.”

“I don’t know if you as a gay guy have ever had sex with a woman; but as a married man I have regular sex with my wife. And I can tell you that the orgasm I have when I fuck her is totally different to that which I have when I ease my sexual tension by masturbating. OK, the so-called five-fingered lover is an easy and readily available way of relieving tension; but the feeling it generates is not to be compared with that which come from having sex with my wife. But what you just did was extraordinary. It’s quite easy for a man to fuck a woman and satisfy himself; but even thought a woman is programmed by nature to be fucked, it is not always easy for her male partner to bring her to orgasm. And for that reason, many women feel frustrated in their sex life; their husbands bang away at them, satisfy their own urges, climax and leave their wives high and dry. Now what you just did, fucking my ass the way you did, was quite a unique experience for me.”

“Let’s face facts Kyle, a man’s anus is not is not designed by nature to be fucked; it’s just that some gay men want to get physically close to another guy and only place they can unite sexually is by the one sticking his cock up his partner’s ass. So most of the time, the guy getting himself laid, does not expect his partner to bring himself to climax; nor does he himself manage to climax during the act of copulation itself; most times, both partners to a gay sex act finish off jerking themselves off and shooting their loads over each other. Just look the thousands of gay videos on the internet and you will see that that is usually what happens. In fact, as far as I can see, that is pretty well always what happens. But you Kyle, did the unbelievable; you fucked my ass in the way a man normally fucks a woman, with the intention of bringing her to orgasm; you had every intention from the moment you penetrated me, to make my cock climax into orgasm; and moreover, by fucking my ass you managed at the same time to climax yourself and shoot your own load with your cock inside me. That makes you very, very special Kyle; so special, in fact, that there is an another $250.- in it for you, if you can repeat what you have just done to me me; only this time I would like it face-to-face as I would like to see you in action. Looking at your cock it seems as though it is up to it; so as we men often do as our fuck-sticks tell us, how about it? Shall we try another round?”

Who was Kyle to object? Tony wanted to be fucked again; Kyle was willing and ready; and so after rolling on fresh rubbers, Kyle guided Tony gently to the table, on which he made him lie flat on his back, pulled him forward so that his ass ass was or more or less on the edge of the table, took his two legs one against each of his shoulders and standing there, proceeded to give his client his second anal hammering of the afternoon. Given Kyle’s dedication to the sex act and in the present case also what he saw as is duty to his client, it goes without saying that the result was exactly the same and that Tony was again totally satisfied.

As the two of them took a shower together to wash away the sweat of their labours, Tony said more or less the same as Dmitri had said to Kyle after his first experience of Kyle’s cock: “Kyle, there is fucking and fucking and most guys know how to fuck – more or less, I guess – but what you do is to FUCK in capital letters and neon lights. You have such a magnificent tool and with your inimitable technique, you have managed to raise the not-so-gentle-act of anal copulation to the level of a fine art. Believe me when I say that I have never ever met anyone quite like you. Kyle you are a true star.”

CHAPTER 18

And so life continued as it has an inimitable way doing. Kyle’s first sexual interface with a client, quickly led to more and more demands for his services, for after his first encounter with Tony, word travelled fast and his services quickly became in great demand among the clients. So what with fucking the clients and the regular sexual encounters which he had with his co-workers not to mention the twice monthly fuckfests at Erik’s apartment, Kyle’s sex life blossomed; indeed one could say that it had gone into overdrive. But at the end of the day, the thing that pleased him most was to go home to Steve and snuggle up with him in their large double bed; it was for Kyle the place where he knew he had found true love.

And as had seemed inevitable from the start, Kyle’s progress at the gym was little short of meteoric. Every one of his trainer colleagues tacitly knew that in Kyle they had the Alpha Male: the absolute star turn of the gym. At the end of Kyle’s second year at the gym, what might best be described as a minor earthquake shook the place to its foundations; Sten Bergstrom, the General Manager, suddenly resigned and left the gym to get married; but to whom? Well, still waters run deep as the saying has it; and to everyone’s great surprise, Sten tied the knot with a woman and not as might have been expected with another man. To say that everyone was totally surprised was the understatement of the year. No one had guessed that Sten, who was a regular, dedicated, gay cocks-man as far as his gym colleagues knew, turned out, in fact, to be an active, bisexual guy who had finally thrown in his lot in life with a member of the opposite sex, had settled for a woman as his life’s partner and as such a had decided to leave the gym. The chairman of the syndicate of Chicago business men who owned the gym, a guy called Alex Rosen, and to whom Sten had reported as General Manager, apparently on Sten’s personal recommendation, offered the job to Kyle. So at the tender age of just twenty, having left school aged eighteen with not a single academic qualification to his name and having worked at the gym for two years, Kyle Sinclair found himself the General Manager in charge of the day-to-day running of one of the foremost gyms in Chicago.

But the twenty-year-old Kyle who took over the running of the gym was no longer the same naïve, young man who had joined its staff two years previously. Firstly in the intervening two years, Kyle’s eighteen year old body, superb though it had been as he left school in the first flush of youthful manhood, had matured into a totally stunning example of young, male, physical perfection. His muscles had hardened and bulked up into full maturity; he had put on weight so that when stripped, as he frequently was, his appearance just took away the breath of anyone who had the pleasure of looking at him. Kyle had always taken care of his own body and had striven – successfully – to develop what he himself thought of as muscular balance; and so he had been careful not to overdo his exercises but had worked assiduously on his body to ensure that every part was in perfect harmony with the rest. The muscles of the eighteen year old young man had now fulfilled their early promise and filled out, so that aged twenty, as he now was, Kyle was the visual incarnation of the perfectly ripped – as distinct from shredded – young man.

So Kyle was now a perfect, Adonis-like figure just over 6 feet in height made up of some 200 pounds of solid bone and muscle; between his legs, Kyle had always been blessed with that desire of most men: a large cock, which had always made any observer, even at school, green with envy. Now fully grown at about 7 inches long, its head, set off in stark relief from the shaft thanks to a perfect circumcision, it had, in the last two years, increased in girth to over six inches giving it an imposing diameter of over 2 inches. Descending, unencumbered by pubic hair, in a graceful, rubbery curve over his tightly held balls as it did when soft, Kyle’s cock was lusciously attractive and his sex kit of cock and balls filled out perfectly the crotch of any trousers he was wearing; But when erect and raring to go, as it frequently was, Kyle’s cock stood defiantly proud: ten, rock-hard inches, held dead straight at 45 degrees to his body, surmounted by a magnificently rimmed cock-head head, it was a sight to behold: a fuck-stick the likes of which few others could ever hope to equal.

Little wonder that Kyle was in great demand by the clients for those extra-curricular activities, which the gym refused to recognise officially. So here we have the picture of the stunning young stud which Kyle has become, who now, aged just twenty, was in charge of the day-to-day running of the entire gym. One might have thought that Kyle’s meteoric ascent in the gym would have given rise to jealousy among his co-worker trainers. But this was not the case as they all recognised that Kyle, still the youngest of the staff, was a cut above them. It was not a case of primus inter pares – first among equals – as everyone recognised that Kyle was in a class of his own: and not only in terms of his physique, which was apparent even when he was fully clothed, but also in terms of his sexual dexterity, Kyle had no equals and no direct competitors. It was not for nothing that more and more clients wanted Kyle to stimulate their asses. It was the sheer size of Kyle’s cock and his copulation technique that together set him in a different class to anyone else.

One immediate corollary of his promotion to General Manager was that he no longer had to work shifts. He was there every day from nine through five, unless he was called on for those special, extra-curricular, personal services by a client – as he frequently was. But by seven on most days he was home with Steve and the security services locked up the gym after the last client had gone and closed up the place for the night. Steve and he had now been living together for a little over two years and Kyle was so completely in love with his ex-teacher that could not even bear to think of Steve not being there. In spite of the fact that he was now earning more money from his job at the gym than Steve was earning as a physical education teacher at the school, Kyle still deferred to Steve in most things; in fact he still thought of him as his master exactly as he had done when still at school.

And so one evening he said to Steve: “Steve, would you say that you and I are now what is called an item?” Steve looked up sharply as this was a new departure from their normal topics of conversation. What Kyle did not know, was that Steve was just as scared that Kyle, whom he thought of as his lover, might one day abandon him in favour of some young stud he had met at the gym or at one of the various fuckfests that Steve had, against his better judgment, encouraged him to frequent to find his feet in the world as a young gay man. The simple fact of the matter was that Steve was hook, line and sinker in love with his ex-pupil and that he was secretly insanely jealous of any guy with whom Kyle might have sex other than himself. He knew that this was a stupid attitude to adopt as he himself had encouraged Kyle to fuck around and find his sexual feet; and moreover he himself did exactly the same thing; he had not stopped having recreational sex with a whole host of guys whom he had known long before Kyle and he had got together. But emotions of love and sex being what they are, Steve could not rid himself of this feeling of jealousy which came on just by thinking about what Kyle might be doing with another guy.

But Kyle had quite unthinkingly brought the crux of their relationship to a head by asking that simple question: “Steve, would you say that you and I are what is called an item?” And now, as a result of this innocent question, the fears of both sides came pouring out that the other might one day abandon the relationship, leaving his partner of over two years, in favour of someone else. How either of them could ever have felt this way, is difficult to imagine. They had slept together every night for over two years and were having regular sex – true, loving sex, as both of them recognised – for them ever to split up. But it was only as a result of Kyle’s question that they had finally voiced the mutual love they felt for each other.

So after this outpouring and mutual confessions of love, Kyle summed up the matter by saying: “So you do think we are an item Steve?”

To which Steve replied: “Of course we are an item Kyle. Fuck man; we’ve been an item more or less from the word go since I paddled you and showed you what gay sex was all about.”

“Well in that case Steve, if you are sure – and I can tell you that I myself am a thousand percent sure about our relationship – what do you say to the idea that we clinch matters and get married? The law has changed and the State of Illinois now recognises same sex marriages. So what do you say? Shall we do it? I’m willing if you are. Steve I can’t bear to think that I might lose you and if we formalise our relationship, I think it might be a good thing; but only if you are willing of course.” And then Kyle uttered those traditional words: “Steve will you marry me?”

“Of course I will. How could you possibly think otherwise as we have been tied to one another more or less since day one when you moved in here with me? So what do we have to do to get hitched?”

“Well Steve we need to get a licence from the Cook County Clerk’s Office in downtown Chicago, it’s on North Clark Street I think. The licence costs $30.- and we both have to be present when it is issued with proof of our ages and identities. Then once we have the licence, we have sixty days during which it is valid and we simply find someone to perform the ceremony; and after that he signs the certificate and we deposit it within ten days with the County Clerk and that is that: we are legally hitched.”

“Well full marks Kyle for your knowledge. You really seem to have gone into it. But what are we going to call ourselves once we are married?”

“Well Steve, I’ve been thinking about that too. We have to give our full present legal names to get the marriage licence. But as you have a real humdinger of a family name, I thought we could perhaps combine our two family names and call ourselves Steve and Kyle Sinclair-Szczanszczanistky. I did toy with the idea of putting your name first, but I think that the combination sounds better with my family name first; it just flows better. What do you think?”

“What I think Kyle is that you are out of your tiny, pea-brained mind; you are totally off your rocker if you think that I am going to allow myself to be saddled with my unpronounceable Polish birth name. Come on Kyle, I can barely say it correctly myself.” And it was only then when he saw that Kyle was laughing at him that he realised that he had been sent up; that it was all a joke. “Do that again Kyle and I’ll paddle your ass so hard and then fuck it so thoroughly, that you won’t be able to sit down for a month.” he concluded laughing.

Kyle, laughing himself, then said: “Well Steve, I think I’ll pass on the first part of your proposal, but you are welcome to go ahead with the second part of your suggestion and fuck me whenever you like – which is what you do anyway! But to be serious for a moment, I think that your pseudonym, Steve Shanit which everyone knows and uses is OK. So what do you say to our both changing our names officially: you to Steve Shanit – forget the Steven: and me to Kyle Shanit. So together we would be Steve and Kyle Shanit. Don’t worry about the disappearance of my own family name, Sinclair, as my father is long dead and I couldn’t care less about the Sinclair family with whom I have never had any contact. But one thing I do want to do if you agree with our new names; and that is to make them fully legal.”

Steve agreed to Kyle’s proposals both on their marriage and the name change. He was very impressed by the initiative Kyle had shown and acknowledged that it was entirely due to him that they could both now sleep easily in their beds – actually, in their one bed, to be precise – in the full knowledge that their relationship was totally solid. In fact, the chance union of Steve and Kyle, which had had a rather painful start for Kyle, had turned out to be one made in heaven; it was one of those things in life that was just destined to happen. To celebrate what I suppose had to be considered their engagement, the two of them went out to dinner, at which Kyle ordered a bottle of champagne to celebrate. But once back in the apartment, it goes without saying that they consummated their engagement in a much more positive and physical way. As Kyle stripped off his clothes with Steve already lying naked on the bed, Steve said: “Kyle, just stand there and let me look at you for a moment; I know I see you every say but I just wanted a moment to feast my eyes on you to bring home to me just how much you mean to me. You are just the most beautiful and sexually desirable guy in the world in my eyes, the person I love most in the world and I thank God that I shall never lose you.” By the time they had finished a night of sexual excess with each other it was almost light. The two of them had just gone on and on fucking each other as if there was to be no tomorrow. If ever two guys were totally in love the one with the other, it was Steve and Kyle at that moment.

CHAPTER 19

The wedding arrangements were made. As neither Kyle nor Steve was religious minded in the least, Kyle found a man, a lawyer, who was registered and authorised to conduct marriages. So about a month after their verbal commitment to each other, Kyle and Steve were united legally in a same-sex marriage. The ceremony was conducted early one Saturday evening in a suite at the Howard Hotel, just north of the Chicago Loop. The Howard was a small hotel – 30 rooms only – which had been built by the Howard family, just a few years previously as a deluxe boutique hotel. Its customers were a regular succession of well-heeled business men from out-of-town who preferred the more intimate surroundings and personalised service of a small hotel to the big national chains, most of which were present in the Chicago area. However, over and above above the usual hotel services, the ground floor bar had become the top pick-up place for high quality gay-sex in the city. Many of the businessmen who patronised the Howard were looking for a little sexual adventure when they were away from the restrictions at home. And so the Howard bar had quickly gained the reputation of being the best place in town to pick up a top-flight gay escort for a one night stand. And so the hotel management, in the form of one, Jason Howard, the son of the man who had built the hotel and who was himself an active gay, was generally sympathetic to gay gatherings had no objection in renting out one of its function suites to a gay marriage.

The ceremony was over and a sit down dinner with champagne was served to the gathering which was very small. Apart from the marital pair of Steve and Kyle, the groom and groom I suppose we must call them, as there was no question that this was husband and male-wife union, each of them had invited only two guests. No family members were present at all. Steve had invited his two closest friends, Greg and Brett, while Kyle had invited his two closest friends at the gym, Erik and Dmitri. The officiating lawyer, who also turned out to be gay, was invited to stay to dinner but declined due to another appointment; and so it was an intimate group of six young studs who finally sat down together to eat dinner together and sip champagne. The perceptive reader will have noticed that I used the word, intimate to describe the relations between the members of the group, each of whom was to be an actor in what was to follow after dinner. But the previous intimacy was not universally spread across the group of six; Kyle had had sex with all four guests: once only with Greg and Brett but many times at the gym and at various fuck-fests with Erik and Dmitri; Steve had often had sex with his two friends, Greg and Brett but not with Erik or Dmitri and Greg and Brett had never fucked Erik and Dmitri and vice versa. All that was now to change with a vengeance.

Conventional Bride and Groom weddings tend to have a horrible similarity. There is the marriage service itself, during which the happy (?) pair make all sorts of long term promises to each other, which very often, in the modern world in which we live, are not kept. Then there are drinks followed by some sort of a meal, which may be a proper sit down job or just an inconvenient buffet offering a lot of boring stuff which most people would prefer not to eat but which they all declare afterwards to have been delicious. Then there are the corny speeches before the cutting of the cake which nobody really wants to eat but out of politeness does. And then there is dancing which has a nasty tendency to get louder and out of hand as time progresses and free drink flows ever more freely. But Steve and Kyle’s wedding was not a normal occasion but one between two young men and those present, including the groom and groom, certainly did not want to dance with each other. But we all know what the lot of them wanted to do; don’t we?

Erik, the inveterate, totally irrepressible live-wire of any occasion, had already organised with the others what was to follow immediately after the dinner; and so he gave a short, obviously previously prepared, rather pompous speech: “Steve and Kyle, we your closest friends and guests on this occasion of your union, would like to give both of you a token of our deep friendship and admiration for you both by offering you very personalised wedding gift. Greg and Brett as Steve’s closest friends and Dmitri and I as Kyle’s, would be delighted if the two of you would do us the honour of simultaneously and sequentially sharing each of your magnificent endowments with us in what, put most delicately, is usually known as act of anal simulation. In other words…” and here Kyle interrupted Erik’s discourse and said: “The four of you want the two of us to fuck you. Well why the fuck did you not just say so rather than beat about the bush.”

Everyone laughed, but Erik was not to be deflected from his prepared trajectory and went on: “Well if I may be permitted to conclude our proposition; what we would really like to do, is for the four of us to bend across that long table against the wall over there, (had it been put there by design or was it part of the regular furnishings of the suite?) then for you two to lube up our asses. Oh, I see that I have forgotten to mention that we would all by this time have stripped off and would be naked; and then what we had in mind is that with the four of us together bent over and each offering you access to what can but be described as one of our three most intimate possessions, the other two being our respective cocks and balls, you would do us the honour of stimulating us one after the other. But as this is truly a special occasion, faced with four anal sphincters to stretch, you would each start with the two of us at each end of our short line-up and would coordinate your efforts and expertly bring the act to a successful conclusion. Then you will move on to the two of us in the centre and repeat your efforts so that all four of us will have had the pleasure of being fucked once; two of us by Steve and the other two by Kyle. And then what happens is that the two of you cross over and move to the opposite end of the line at which you started and repeat the whole procedure. So the end effect will be that you two love birds, Steve and Kyle, will each have the pleasure of fucking all four of your friends and we, your friends will each have had the undoubted pleasure of experiencing two of the greatest cocks we know. So you see what we are offering you, on this your wedding day, is an opportunity to seal the sexual bond which exists between all of us in a sort of marathon fuckathon which will cement our undoubted camaraderie.”

Kyle replied laughingly: “My God Erik, you really are a pompous windbag when you get going; just let’s cut the cackle and get started.” And with that the six of them stripped off for action. The ever-ready Erik produced a box of Trojan Imperial Size Condoms and the requisite lubricants and and handed Steve and Kyle each a rubber. Kyle said: “Erik, I think that the four of you also ought to use a condom. When Steve and I have sex with anyone – including each other – we always aim to take our partner to his climax and using a condom will catch your cream rather than spraying every which way over the room.” Erik’s speech had already aroused the six of them sexually – not that any of them needed much arousing – and by the time they had stripped off for action, they were all already rock-hard.

Anyone who had been watching these six young men prepare themselves for the dramatic act of anal copulation which was shortly about to take place would have found himself surrounded by so much gorgeous muscle and rock-hard cock, that it is difficult to imagine how the six of them restrained themselves from each other; but they did. Steve and Kyle stood there, each with his powerful and highly experienced fuck-stick raring to go and already exuding drops of pre-cum in anticipation of what was shortly to come. Kyle, the younger protagonist of this marathon effort of anal copulation, sported the larger cock of the two: a perfectly rigid, dead straight shaft, a full ten inches long and with a diameter of over two inches ending in a magnificent, sphincter-stretcher of a cock-head. But Steve’s tool was by no means to be sniffed either as he prepared his nine inch, equally well proportioned shaft for action. For a few seconds the two of them stood there facing each other, allowing the four other participants to the drama to take in the sheer magnificence of two superb examples of perfect young physiques and hard male-meat at its mouth-watering best. And the four of them, who were to offer their anuses to the tender loving care of Steve and Kyle’s cocks, gazed with openly envious looks at the two cannons they were shortly to experience thrust up their asses.

The four of them now willingly bent across the table with their legs positioned well apart and aligned themselves, anuses fully exposed and gleaming with lubricant, awaiting the undoubted highly erotic and arousing experience of taking some nine or ten inches of hard man-meat inside themselves twice in relatively quick succession. Remember that each of them was to be fucked sequentially by both Steve and Kyle. But to dwell for a moment on the prospect of four, perfectly aligned anuses just waiting to be shafted was one of those imaginary, phantasmagorical, dream scenarios which just did not happen in real life; except that on this occasion it did! Both Steve and Kyle had, in the past, been at gay fuckfests where they had each shafted several other guys and in turn had taken several different shafts up their own asses. But this was something different: very, very different; something which which neither Steve nor Kyle – nor for that matter any of the other guys – had ever previously experienced. The voluntary line of up of four willing anuses was in itself was a sight almost as spectacular as that of Steve and Kyle standing there with their cocks primed for action. All four young studs were now bent across the table and aligned from left to right: Greg – Dmitri – Erik – Brett: each with his anus ready for the tender, loving care of Steve and Kyle’s cocks: a unique and memorable wedding gift thought up by the ever inventive Erik.

The moment of truth had finally arrived and Steve and Kyle each rolled on a Trojan and applied a final dose of lubricant to their rubber clad cocks before addressing their first partners: Steve with Greg on the left and Kyle with Brett on the right. Each protagonist pushed the head of his cock against the expectant anal entry port of his partner and on a nod from Steve – they had not discussed how they were to coordinate their thrusts – they each slid their cock in one smooth movement deep into their partner’s welcoming asshole. After a short pause to allow their partners to appreciate the exceptional length and girth of the cocks they had just taken inside of themselves, Steve again took the lead and set the tempo which Kyle followed; and so began the process of bringing both themselves and their respective partner’s to a climax. As the two of them fucked their partners, they became intoxicated with the eroticism of with they were doing; and as ever the tempo, length and power of their cock thrusts built up and up until finally both Steve and Kyle were hammering away at their partner’s ass with incredible, uncontrolled vigour. And then, sensing that the moment of truth was imminent, both Steve and Kyle withdrew their cocks from their partner’s anus and then with that final coup de grace so characteristic and indissociable from Kyle’s personal fucking technique, brought both themselves and their partners to a series of four simultaneous orgasms.

This was a tour de force of anal copulation if ever there was one. How Steve and Kyle, each fucking a separate partner, had managed to synchronise their cock strokes and reach orgasm at the same moment, neither of them knew. But even more remarkable was the incredible way in which they had each brought their partner to an orgasm simultaneous with their own And so the four young studs lay there: two pairs; Steve and Greg on the right: Kyle and Brett on the left and enjoyed the indescribable pleasure of ejaculating their sperm in a series of bursts which seemed to prolong forever that marvellous feeling which only an orgasm shared with another human being can bring. The two sets of partners lay together in post coitum bliss for about five minutes, before Steve and Kyle with three laps still to go, withdrew themselves from their respective partners and moved on to address the asses of Dmitri and Erik. It defies the imagination to see how fresh Steve and Kyle still were after their first sterling performance on Greg and Brett. But somehow the two of them were up to the challenge. And so Dmitri and Erik were duly fucked and taken to heaven and back which ended the first round of this marathon of anal copulation. But after a short pause, Steve and Kyle were each to address the anuses of the two guys whom they had not as yet fucked. So Steve now went on to fuck Erik and Brett, whilst Kyle tended to the needs of Greg and Dmitri.

One might have thought, quite reasonably, that by the time Steve and Kyle came to their fourth and last fuck of the day, that they might have been exhausted by the sheer effort that any form of sexual intercourse demands. But not a bit of it! Steve fucked Erik and Kyle fucked Dmitri with the same vigour and with the same results as when they had started; so not one of the anal contributors to this totally unique wedding gift felt short changed. And at the end of the day Steve had fucked Erik and Kyle had fucked Dmitri with the same enthusiasm and vigour as when they had first begun the marathon anal copulation session. So at the end of the marathon fuckathon, all four studs, Greg, Dmitri, Erik and Brett, had each been fucked twice: once by Steve and once by Kyle. And as all of them agreed this was the experience of a lifetime; never before had any of them experienced the intensity of the orgasms which Steve and Kyle gave them. They all knew and acknowledged that fact that when it came to cocksmanship, both Steve and Kyle were in a class of their own. They had taken all four of their partners to the hitherto unattained heights of gay anal sex; they truly were the nec plus ultra of gay cocks-men.

Erik, however, had not yet finished with his programme of group sex as he made Steve and Kyle lie down and allow their four guests to conclude the evening with a series of blow-jobs. And so what had been a remarkable wedding day for Steve and Kyle ended quietly with them having their cocks sucked off successively by their four guests. Even Erik, who, one might have surmised, would have liked to address Steve and Kyle’s respective asses, realised that the marriage pair were by now physically exhausted, and so the occasion drew to a close. Steve and Kyle had booked a room at the hotel for their wedding night and as they fell, naked as ever, into bed together, Kyle said to Steve, now his legal partner: “Steve, if it is not too much to ask of you, do you think that you could make love to me before we fall asleep. It is our wedding night and I would like to make it special. Steve I know we have sex regularly together but tonight is somehow special and I think we need to make it memorable.” Steve of course was able to rise to Kyle’s request and in an act of gentle and loving, bare-back, anal sex, was able to take Kyle to the stars again. And of course, Kyle went on to accord Steve the same courtesy. So both young men having more or less fucked themselves to a standstill serving their four guests at the reception were finally able to consummate their legal union as Steve and Kyle Shanit in the traditional way of newly-weds by fucking each other before, totally exhausted, falling asleep in each others’ arms.

CHAPTER 20

Kyle had settled into his new job as gym supremo with no difficulty at all; it was as if he was purpose made to run the place. He saw no reason to deprive himself of what might be considered be a perk of the position in the form of testing out job applicants in much the same way as Sten had done with him. His promotion had left one trainer- team one man down and one of his first jobs was to find a replacement for himself, which he did with considerable vigour and – it has to be added – with great personal pleasure. There was no shortage of applicants to fill the vacant post of trainer and Kyle interviewed and tested no less than six young studs before settling on a superb young hunk called Liam, who, as he himself had been when joining the gym, been had just left school aged eighteen. As he fucked the young man in the first the practical tests, Kyle sensed that Liam was already a sexually highly experienced young man; a suspicion which was confirmed when he had Liam fuck him back; in a word Liam was a great operator with his cock and was not at all shy to use it. Liam, who was a gorgeously handsome young stud in the first bloom of male maturity, had that all important perquisite, a large cock, the perfect complement to a great body, the two key characteristics which together attracted the gym’s clients in search of those unacknowledged, extra-curricular activities.

It was towards Christmas and Kyle had been in charge of the gym for just over a year, when he sprung what was to become a life changing event on Steve in the form of a free winter vacation for two in Key West, the southernmost island of that archipelago of islands training out into the Caribbean off the southern tip of Florida.

“Steve, look what a client has given me free, gratis and for nothing: a booking for a full week between Christmas and New Years in an all male health spa located in Key West in the Florida Keys. Look here’s the brochure about the place. It’s a mandatory naked, all male spa on the coast with all facilities for a great holiday in the sun. The client who gave this to me had booked it for himself and his partner and has been there several times in the past; he tells me that the place is very strict about taking bookings and only accepts really physically well-set-up guys as clients so that everyone feels comfortable; but his partner has fallen ill and has to have major surgery between Christmas and New Years so he offered the reservation to me as a gift for services rendered over and above the call of my strict duty. So as the gym is closed until the January 5th, and as you are out of school until January 6th, there is no reason why we cannot accept this offer and escape this once from the cold of Chicago for the sun of the south. As far as I understand they are fully booked for that week and there will be lots of great guys to fraternise with – well I suppose we can do more than just fraternise as it is a very sexy place – so we could have a great time. And I understand that there is a great party laid on for New Year’s Eve with a team of professional studs: muscle-cock entertainers, in fact, who will perform on stage. So Steve, what do you say? Shall we go and relax, swim and have sex in the altogether for a week under the sun?”

Steve was more than willing as he and Kyle had never really had a vacation together; and for a couple of confirmed gays as sexually active as they were, both of them welcomed any occasion to show off in the raw what they both knew, with no false modesty, were their outstandingly magnificent physiques and cocks which beat all- comers. It sounded like manna from heaven: a great way break out of the daily routine; not that their daily life was bad by any means; but as Steve said as he agreed on the trip: “A change is as good as a rest.” And never was a truer word spoken – albeit unthinkingly – as Steve had no idea, at the moment he uttered those words, just how this vacation trip would radically change both their lives.

On the morning of December 23rd Steve and Kyle checked in at O’Hare in Chicago – first class no less – for their flight to Miami, from where a small commuter plane ferried them to the airport at Key-West where they arrived shortly after noon. To Steve’s considerable surprise, they were met by a chauffeur holding a placard labelled Shanit and were driven in what was a deluxe limousine to the resort. The resort itself was directly on the beach but was totally protected from the public eye by a long, high wall. Above the main entrance to the reception area was a sign: The Golden Sands Resort & Spa, beneath which was stated: Key-West’s Exclusive Male-Only Beach Resort. Steve and Kyle were greeted at the reception desk by a very sexy looking young guy wearing a revealing pair of white pants into which he appeared to have been poured so that his ass and kit were both prominently brought into focus. Above this he was wearing a tight fitting shirt, open down almost to the waist on which was pinned a name-tag indentifying him as Kevin. This invitingly ripped, muscular package, with Fuck Me me writ large all over it, was finished off by a simple gold chain which he was wearing around his neck. If Kevin was an example of what the resort had to offer in terms of male flesh, then this was already shaping up to be a great place.

“Gentlemen, welcome to Golden Sands; please let me have your names.” As soon as Kyle had uttered Steve and Kyle Shanit, a metaphorical red-carpet was verbally unrolled before them. “Ah yes gentlemen; you were both expected. Your room is ready for you; you are in the Presidential Suite and Benjamin will show you to it immediately.” Benjamin, another sexily dressed and very fuckable example of attractive looking male flesh, in that glorious first bloom of manhood, appeared as if from nowhere and loaded their luggage onto a trolley. Kevin then gave them what was clearly his standard welcome spiel: “Gentlemen, as you know, this is an exclusively all-male beach resort and as such nudity in the entire resort is mandatory. That is to say that you are not allowed to wear any clothing whatsoever once you leave your room. In a word gentlemen, total nudity is obligatory at all times in all public places. You will not require any cash or credit cards as all services which the resort offers are included. Of course if you wish, as you most probably will do, to go outside of the resort to visit the city of Key West, you may dress yourselves before you leave. Broad-minded though Key West is, it does not tolerate any nudity on its streets. Golden Sands is still fairly quiet at the moment as most visitors will arrive tomorrow for the Christmas-New Year special week, for which we are fully booked, by the way, so that you will have the company of about one hundred like minded guys during your stay. It’s now about lunch time, but as meals are all, with the exception of the gala dinner on New Year’s Eve, from an on-going, self-service buffet, you are free to eat any time you wish from 8 a.m. through midnight. Table waiters who are on hand at all times in the dining room and will bring you any drinks you order to your table. Once you get settled in your suite, Benjamin, who has been expressly delegated to look after you for the rest of the day, will be happy to take you on a guided tour of the resort and show you all our facilities. If you have any special needs, you need only ask him and he will be happy to oblige. So, enjoy your stay gentlemen.”

So there you had it. As Steve remarked to Kyle: “Your donor must be a very special guy, not to mention loaded, to have paid for this place as we are being treated like royalty. Our every need seems to have been catered for; reading between the lines of what Kevin has just said, unless I am a complete idiot and have totally misread the tealeaves, we have been given our friend Benjamin here as a sort of sex toy for the rest of today.” Benjamin led the way to the accommodation block pushing the luggage trolley in front of him, giving Steve and Kyle a fine view of his very alluring ass. What is it about one guy’s buttocks that make them so attractive to the experienced gay eye? Benjamin clearly owed his job to his physical attributes which were, to say the very least, spectacularly attractive; and as he preceded them, his ass just radiated that magic indefinable something which turned on both of its present admirers. His pants fitted the curves of his bubble-butt perfectly and Benjamin was either wearing no underpants or just a cock-thong, as no show-through elastics spoiled the superb contours of what was without any doubt a butt which was just crying out to be served.

The little party finally arrived at the main building where an elevator whisked them to the top floor. The Presidential Suite, named presumably because of the sheer opulence of its appointments – one has to ask oneself if any President would ever patronise such an overtly sexually orientated gay resort – was enormous and opened onto a private roof terrace equipped with a number of pieces of furniture, whose design indicated their purpose, as well as a Jacuzzi and a shower. Benjamin unpacked their things and put their clothes in the wardrobe. Watching him at his work, Steve asked himself why he had brought so much stuff on what was a nude vacation, when the clothes in which they had travelled would have been enough for any sortie the might envisage to see the undoubted delights of Key West itself.

Benjamin, his task completed addressed them: “Well gentlemen, I hope you like your accommodation. What would you like to do now? As Kevin told you I am at your disposition for the rest of the day, so I can show you around the resort, or I can let you explore the place by yourselves, or we can go to lunch or – and now a very revealing remark – or you are free to do anything else you wish; the choice is yours.” Just standing there looking at Benjamin, whose crotch was already beginning to bulge, it was evident what he himself wanted to do.

It was clear that Benjamin himself could not initiate any action, even though all three of them knew, as sure as night followed day, what was about to happen; but either Steve or Kyle had to make the first move. It was Kyle who spoke first: “Well, whatever we do – tour the resort or have lunch – unless we stay holed up in this suite, it seems to me that the first thing we need to do is to get naked.” So without more ado, Kyle started stripping off his travel clothes. Steve followed suit as did Benjamin, who as he observed, was only allowed to show them to their room dressed; otherwise he too had to follow the mandatory nakedness rule. And so the three of them were now able to satisfy their curiosity; Steve and Kyle to see the very desirable Benjamin in the buff; Benjamin to drool over the physical splendour of two naked young studs with the most magnificent cocks he had ever seen.

Without being unfair to Benjamin, who was a very attractive and muscular young guy, beautifully ripped and with a really decent-sized, well-cut cock with a well-rimmed head, in terms of sheer sexual presence he could not compare with Steve and Kyle, both of whom were professionally engaged in the body-beautiful business. But this having been said Benjamin was a very beautiful, young stud whom any active gay would have been happy to fuck and as the three of them stood there admiring the erotic scene which they made together, it was obvious that both lunch and touring the resort were to be put on hold whilst Steve and Kyle took Benjamin at his word: “I am at your disposition for the entire afternoon.” and then: “You are free to do anything else you wish.” By this time three sizeable cocks were all hard and telling their respective masters what they wanted to do.

Surprisingly it was Benjamin who, invited by two rock-hard pieces of man-meat took the next step. He knelt down in front of Steve and took the head of his penis in his mouth and started to suck him off. Steve then backed himself onto the bed where lay down spreading his legs, pulling Benjamin with him so that he was kneeling in front of him as he gave his cock a blow job. Meanwhile, Kyle picked up a Trojan rubber from one of the open boxes of condoms and lubricants on each bedside table and rolled it on to his rock-hard erection. He then applied a good dose of lubricant to his latex-clad cock before kneeling down behind Benjamin. Benjamin was clearly no newcomer to gay sex and knew exactly what was about to happen as he automatically spread his legs, opening up his buttocks giving Kyle a magnificent view of his hairless cleft in the centre of which his anal pucker was invitingly visible. Just looking at Benjamin’s deliciously fuckable ass, Kyle thought that he looked like a young virgin; exactly as he himself had been when Steve had taken him in hand that day after the football match at at school, paddled his ass and had gone on to fuck him, robbing him of his anal virginity and thereby launching him unthinkingly on his present career at the Chicago gym and finding his life’s partner to boot.

Kyle’s first thoughts, as he knelt there gazing at the enticing prospect of that tight little anus which his own sizeable tool was shortly to penetrate, was that he was about to shaft a virgin: to stretch for the first time the sphincter of a hole which had never before enjoyed the pleasure of being penetrated by another man’s meat. But this was clearly not the case given Benjamin’s oral initiative on Steve’s cock; but why had he decided on Steve and not Kyle? However, now was not the time to philosophise over the Benjamin’s sexual motivations as he was now was devouring Steve’s cock with great vigour as if his life depended on it and whose own anus was there for the taking by Kyle. So Kyle offered up his cockhead to Benjamin’s anal pucker and as is often the case, found that the young stud’s sphincter offered considerable resistance to the intruder, until suddenly Benjamin’s muscles relaxed enough to allow Kyle to enter him. Kyle suddenly realised that he had totally misjudged Benjamin and that in spite of the virginal appearance of his ass, Benjamin was sexually a highly experienced young stud.

Once Kyle had succeeded in inserting his cock-head into Benjamin’s hole, that muscular, anal sphincter guarding the entry to his partner’s most private parts snapped fast and gripped Kyle’s erection quite firmly just below the rim of his cock-head. Kyle suddenly saw that he in spite of Benjamin’s virginal appearance, he was fucking an extremely experienced partner. After a short pause he then went on as usual and gave Benjamin the pleasure of taking the full ten inches of his rock-hard man-meat in one uninterrupted, smooth thrust. For Kyle, even this initial thrust into Benjamin’s inner depths proved quite a new experience; the young stud clearly had great control over his own anal muscles and gripped Kyle’s shaft firmly the whole time as its full length slid inside of him only to stop as Kyle’s pelvis mated with his buttocks. Kyle suddenly discovered that he was totally thrilled at the prospect of fucking a young man who clearly had every intention of participating, as fully as any bottom could, in the act of anal copulation in which they were now engaging. Kyle sensed immediately that this was not to be a case of him simply fucking a submissive partner, as it was already quite clear from the way that Benjamin was now gripping his meat that this was to be an act between equals. In a word Benjamin, in the role of the passive partner, the guy being fucked, who normally, other than providing a welcoming hole for in which his partner could exercise his cock, clearly had every intention of being an equal participant in the act.

As ever with whomever he had sex, Kyle always stuck to what had become his signature technique: he endeavoured to take his partner with him all the way to a mutual climax, avoiding the need for any manual assistance to their cocks to take them both to that state of nirvana: a mutual orgasm with the simultaneous ejaculation of huge quantities of sperm. Usually it was thanks to Kyle’s efforts alone, that this stage was reached; but in this case with Benjamin things were totally different. As Kyle commenced his rhythmic thrusting, the essential component of any anal fuck, he immediately felt Benjamin’s sphincter providing a restricted passage for the movement of his cock; and although the copulation process was more or less normal, it grew more and more intense with each successive cock thrust. Kyle found that at each thrust, his cock was being subjected to what was tantamount to a forceful massage by Benjamin’s anal muscles so that in a much shorter time than usual he knew he was reaching his own climax and in his classic way withdrew himself completely from Benjamin’s anus before giving his partner that final forceful thrust designed to bring them both to a simultaneous orgasm. But the difference was that on this occasion he had not been in total control of the situation and he was uncertain at what stage of nearness to climax Benjamin was. Given Benjamin’s own muscular intervention in the act, Kyle had no longer been able to hold himself back and had been forced to climax himself. As his rock-hard cock, still deep inside of Benjamin, pumped its generous loads of sperm into the rubber he was wearing, he saw that Benjamin’s naked cock suddenly erupt forth all over the bed with its own creamy emission of sperm. So they had, in fact, both achieved what was always Kyle’s goal: simultaneous orgasm.

During the time that Kyle’s cock had been lavishing its tender loving care on Benjamin’s anus, Benjamin, the prime mover in the present three man action, was himself still assiduously giving his oral attention to Steve’s penis. How he managed to continue to do this while his own anus was being reamed by Kyle’s cock, God alone knows; but he did; and almost immediately after Kyle and Benjamin achieved simultaneous orgasms, Steve suddenly shot his huge load, which was partly taken by Benjamin in his mouth, partly splattered all over his face and partly jerked all over the bed: the least that can be said is that when Steve came, he came in torrents.

Benjamin was clearly a case of still waters running deep; At first sight, he had given both Steve and Kyle the impression that he was beginner at gay sex, when, in fact, as events had now shown he was something of an expert. Steve, who had had the least vigorous role in this three-way coupling, suddenly stood up, pulled Kyle off his knees and rolled Benjamin over onto his back on the bed. Then having rolled a Trojan onto his hard cock and lubricated himself, he simply knelt down in front of Benjamin, whose legs he pulled over his own shoulders before shafting the young man in the mission position.

Benjamin raised no resistance to his second anal fuck of the day as Steve, with his characteristic vigour hammered his partner’s deliciously tight anus. Kyle meanwhile knelt down alongside Benjamin, whose own man-meat was still erect, and gave him the benefit of a blow job, while Steve was fucking his ass. Steve, who was less adept than Kyle at ensuring that he and his partner achieved orgasm simultaneously, was aided by Kyle’s oral ministrations to Benjamin’s cock, which erupted its second load of the day, more or less at the same time as Steve reached his own climax, depositing his own load deep inside of his partner. It is safe to say as the three of them showered away the visible fruits of their labours in what was revealed to be a very capacious wet room of the Presidential Suite, that they all suddenly found themselves ravenously hungry; as anyone who practises the gentle art regularly will know that rewarding though it is, anal sex can be very hard work.

Naked as they all already were, Benjamin led them a little later out of the privacy of the suite into the larger world of the resort where total nudity was mandatory. As most guests had not yet arrived for the week’s vacation, there were only a few other guys around; but what there were, were all very easy on the eye. Clearly the resort somehow framed its publicity in such a way that it only attracted muscular young gays, who were also well equipped sexually. So it was immediately apparent that any normally set up guy, would feel totally out of place, embarrassed, in fact, to show himself off in the company of so much erection-stimulating, naked muscle and cock. Whereas at the gym where Kyle worked, the omni-present homosexual nature which is inevitably associated with such all male establishments was kept under wraps and not officially acknowledged, here it was quite the opposite and it was clear that sex ruled the day. As the three of them sat there in the dining room eating their lunch, prompted by a question from Steve about Benjamin’s age, their young guide suddenly opened up and revealed hidden depths; depths which he had already demonstrated existed in their three-way sex session.

“I know what you guys are probably thinking, but you are wrong. My nickname used to be Babyface as I look much younger then I am. In fact, it will probably surprise you to know that I am actually twenty-six years old; I know I look nineteen or twenty, but the fact of the matter is that I am much older than I look. I knew I was gay by the time I was fourteen as I had I had eyes only for other boys even then and at school in my final year aged eighteen I had my first experience of male sex with another guy in my class. He was the captain of the school football team, a guy whom I secretly idolised. Well one day, alone with him in the showers after a work-out in the school gym, we two got together in a clinch and I finished up getting my ass fucked for the first time, since when I have, to coin phrase, never looked back.”

“When my parents learned of my sexual orientation, my father simply could not live with the fact that his only son was gay, which led to endless confrontations; and so, aged nineteen I left home – Cleveland, by the way – and came down here to Florida, initially to Fort Lauderdale, where there is a great gay community. I really did not have much in the way of qualifications and so I got a job in a gay bar. Well as I think I can say with no false modesty I have a great looking body and am not badly equipped in the man-meat department and working in the gay bar, sex was there for the taking; so I quickly made a group of friends and as a nineteen year old, muscular young gay, I simply went wild and fucked other guys like it was going out of style tomorrow. Well one day a really muscular looking guy with whom I had sex a few times, asked me if I would like a join him as his fulltime personal trainer.”

“Well at that time, being new to the game and being foot-loose and fancy free and as the salary he was offering me was quite attractive, I decided to give it a whirl. But when I got into the job, I discovered that the type of training this guy wanted was essentially centred on his cock. He was a dedicated naked bodybuilder, affiliated to an outfit known by the initials IFNB, which stand for the International Federation of Naked Bodybuilders, a loose, world-wide fraternity of muscular guys with huge – and I really do mean huge; humongous in fact – cocks, whose life consists solely of training their bodies to develop ever bigger muscles and cocks which they display publicly at various international meetings when they flex their muscles on stage and shoot cum over each other from their huge dicks, totally unassisted by any handwork.”

“In fact what Aldo – for that was my employer’s professional name – wanted, was not a trainer in the true sense of the word, but basically a tame asshole to fuck whilst he was training. I don’t know if you guys have any idea of the total and utter dedication that such fanatical, professional, naked bodybuilders – NBBs as they call themselves – have to the sport; that’s what they call it, by the way: a sport! They have what, by any normal standards, is a horrible life, dedicated 24/7 every day of the year to developing their muscles and penises to unbelievable sizes. During their gym training sessions, they spend quite a few hours each day on their backs on the bench lifting weights to develop their upper bodies, during which time they park their erect cocks in their NBA’s – that’s a naked bodybuilder’s assistant – ass. And in that position, the NBA – me in the case of Aldo – has to descend and raise himself giving his NBB’s cock a sort of reverse fuck. All this is done without lubricant in the idea that the NBB’s cock needs to suffer considerable friction to help it to grow.”

“But that is not all; in another exercise, I was also expected to fuck Aldo’s ass, again un-lubricated, for hours on end. And then, of course, Aldo, who beneath all that overdone muscle was nevertheless a dedicated, practising gay, with all the natural desires which go with that inclination, expected me to oblige him whenever he felt true sexual desire. What we did together during the training sessions really had nothing to do with sex as such; it was merely a physical exercise in exactly in the same way as lifting weights is: a means to an end: bigger muscles and a bigger cock designed to turn Aldo into an Alpha Male, whom all other men would worship. In reality, what I have just told you was the tip of the iceberg of sexual services which I had to give to Aldo as his personal trainer. In short I was what might best be described as an ever-ready-ass and cock, as I might add are all NBAs.”

“It was only after a few months with Aldo that I discovered why he had taken me on as his NBA. As you have both just given yourselves the pleasure of fucking me, you may have noticed that I have an unusually high degree of control of my anal sphincter muscles, which enable me to grip the cock of my partner of the moment really tightly and to provide him with extra frictional stimulation as he works his sexual magic on me. Naïve as I then was, I had no idea that the facility I had, to grip another man’s cock firmly with my anal muscles as he was fucking me, was pretty rare; in fact, very, very rare. But Aldo who had had sex with me several times before taking me on as an employee had seen the advantage of using me to help him in developing his own cock. I don’t know how it suddenly dawned on me that I was not quite like other guys when it came to anal sex, but when it did, it made me realised that I did not need to allow myself to be used just as a tool to help Aldo develop himself still further in his obsessive quest for Alpha-Male status. I suddenly realised that there was life both beyond and after Aldo.”

“In fact my life with him had got to the stage that after six months I could no longer call my cock and my anus my own: 24/7 they more or less belonged completely to Aldo. If Aldo wanted to fuck me, then he did so; if Aldo wanted me to fuck him, then that is what we did. Well at that stage I decided that I had had enough; I mean I’m a really sexy stud who, on a regular basis, likes both to fuck and to be fucked for pleasure; but things had reached the stage with Aldo that I was just his sex slave. It might just have been tolerable if Aldo had shown me the slightest consideration in our practically non-stop sexual activities; but that was not the case. I was permanently at his beck and call and sex was for him just a means to an end: an act totally devoid of any emotional content. And so one day I just quit and found myself this job as a fulltime employee of this spa.”

“So here, with my special gift for giving the clients a taste of something new in the anal sex stakes, I have become more or less a key employee with the job of making special visitors like you welcome. But just let me tell you two guys, you really are both the tops when it comes to giving your partner a really good time when you fuck him; both of you have utterly amazing cock techniques when it comes to delivering the goods; but then you are both exceptionally well equipped where it counts. Frankly, and I flatter you not, you two guys have two of the biggest and finest pieces of meat that I have ever seen; I’m green with envy and full of admiration. Anyway I just wanted to tell you that although it is my job to make you guys happy, I was more than pleased to do so in the present case as you two both gave me a terrific experience. You not only fucked me, but also made me feel as if I was part of a team in which I was an equal player. Anyway, now that we have finished eating, let me take you on a tour of the facilities here so that you know what’s what.”

Steve and Kyle had listened to this amazing outpouring from Benjamin without saying a word. So Benjamin, it appeared, was not your normal employee, but one with a special sexual gift which he used to make what he had referred to as special clients, welcome. Well, he had certainly done that. But as Steve later said to Kyle: “What’s so special about about us? We’re just a pair of guys here for a week’s vacation of sun, sea and sex. Why have we been singled out for special treatment?”

“I guess,” replied Kyle, “That the guy who gave me his reservation was a special person in the eyes of the management of this place and that as he had probably paid for the full enchilada of service, they have gave it so us as part of the deal. Remember we flew done here first class and were met at the airport. Doubtless he paid extra for the sexual services we experienced from Benjamin and we were the beneficiaries. Anyway, we certainly were treated like royalty by Benjamin. He’s a great fuck by the the way; I enjoyed every minute of what we did together; and from what he said to us, so did he.”

Benjamin proved as an effective a tour guide as he had been a sex partner. There were not all that many guests around that afternoon as the vast majority were scheduled to arrive the following day, Christmas Eve; but the guys who had already arrived and were sunning themselves in the buff, were all super attractive, It was difficult to see how the resort managed to attract guests, all of whom seemed perfectly to fit into the mould of attractive nude, muscular, sexually-well-equipped young studs, all of whom were clearly there for a week of sexual indulgence. But somehow all the guests that Steve and Kyle, saw on their guided tour of the place were super alluring. Like Steve and Kyle themselves, they were all well ripped and just oozed their sexual potential; it looked as if they were all set for a week’s vacation in the sun and lots of of sizzling sex by the sea

After Benjamin had left them, they spent the rest of the afternoon lazing in the sun by the saltwater swimming pool, recovering from the strenuous bout of sex they had had with Benjamin. Then later, they both went over to the open-air gym and spent a good hour exercising. It was a great feeling to be working out in the nude. Both Steve and Kyle expended considerably efforts watch week on keeping their bodies honed to perfection; Steve in the school gym where he taught and Kyle at the gym downtown where he was now in charge. But today, working out naked under the warm sun was a totally different experience for both of them and they wallowed with enjoyment in the freedom which total nudity gave them; to exercise and show off their physiques to what few other vacationers had already arrived. But it is fair to say that although they were in the company of a group of other young guys, all of whom had excellent bodies, Steve and Kyle stood out as having that extra edge which made them special. And they were not oblivious to the envious eyes which their exceptional man meat drew from their companions.

It was around seven that they decided to go and eat and in the dining room they were joined by several other guys, all of whom were very agreeable, When they had all finished eating, the others suggested to Steve and Kyle that they all get together for an evening of group sex, but they both pleaded fatigue and took a rain check on the idea for another day.

CHAPTER 21

And so it was about eight thirty that the two of them returned to their suite to relax after what had in reality been a strenuous day. A little while later, the doorbell rang and Kyle went to open it to be confronted by Benjamin, sporting a magnificent boner which was pointing directly at him; standing there naked at the door and with his tool clearly ready for action, Benjamin looked utterly alluring: a presence and a silent offering on a plate which could not be ignored.

As ever it was Benjamin who began: “Hi guys, I am just doing my evening rounds of our special clients and I thought I would just look in to see if you needed anything more and that everything was satisfactory in your suite.”

“Benjamin, why is it that I find myself not at all surprised to see you; and before we go any further, please stop pointing that thing between your legs at me like a gun; it looks most menacing and makes me feel very nervous. Anyway, now that you are here, come on in Benjamin and and tell us really why you are here; or shall I save you the the trouble and tell you why you are here? Your cock, which for some reason appears to have taken control of you, is telling us all we need to know. You Benjamin are a randy little bugger; you are transparent as water; you have come here on the off-chance that we might take pity on you and give you another fuck. So come on, Benjamin; you’re here for only one reason: you want to fuck; I am right, aren’t I.”

Benjamin laughed: “Guilty guys; guilty, guilty, guilty; I plead guilty as charged. But look guys, if you don’t fancy another session with me this evening then I can push off right now and leave you two in peace. But as you must have realised by now, I really enjoyed our little threesome his afternoon and I just wondered if we all might get together again this evening and – how shall I put it delicately? – consolidate our relationship.”

By now they were all laughing as Steve and Kyle both liked Benjamin enormously; and who would not? Benjamin was a very well-muscled, beautifully-ripped, young man with a penis which surely made any observer’s mouth water with anticipation just wondering how this delightfully attractive young guy would use it. But Kyle went on with the charade: “Well Benjamin, I have to tell out that we had not expected to see you again this evening and that we have already turned down another invitation to a group party, and I am afraid I cannot unilaterally take a decision on whether we can accede to your proposal, so I am afraid I will have to consult with my partner before any decision can be taken. After all you will appreciate that I can commit neither his cock nor his anus to any activity of the type you clearly have in mind without his explicit prior agreement.” By this time listening to this pompous nonsense, both Steve and Benjamin were laughing; but Kyle went on with his act and turned to Steve: “Well Mr Shanit senior, you have heard what this unexpected intruder proposes, do you think we should agree to his suggestion? Shall we do as he suggests and allow him to indulge himself another session of anal copulation and fellatio with us before we retire finally for for the night? After all we hardly know this man.”

But Benjamin was not to be out-talked by Kyle and before Steve could give his decision, which was a foregone conclusion that the three of them were going to have another session of sex together, he said: “But that is exactly the point of my suggestion: to consolidate our relationship: to get to know one another better. As I see it if we all get together again, we can build on the nascent session which we had earlier today.”

By this time Steve and Kyle were almost in tears with laughing at this nonsensical drama that Kyle had initiated and so Steve said: “Well having heard both sides, I think we can agree to Benjamin’s proposal. So let’s cut the chase and get down to some serious sex with each other, as we know that is what we all want to do. So Benjamin as the instigator of this impromptu occasion what exactly had you in mind?”

“Well,” said Benjamin, “You two guys are the guests and I am here in my humble capacity to serve you, it is not normally for me to say; your wish, as you know, is my command, but as you have asked me what I had in mind I wondered if we might switch places this evening and that the two of you might accord me the honour of….”

Kyle interrupted Benjamin and said: “Oh for crying out loud, Benjamin, you are really a very wordy little sod; so let me say what you want. You want Steve and me to let you fuck us with that rock-hard dick of yours, which you are still brandishing at me like a gun. And I guess as we fucked you twice this afternoon, you would like a return match where you shafted each of our holes in turn with your man-meat. Am I right? No Benjamin, don’t bother to answer me as I know that I am. So I guess both Steve and I are OK with that scenario. So it’s just a case of whom do you want to fuck first? I know, we’ll toss a coin; heads it’s me first; tails it’s Steve. You OK with that?”

Without waiting for Benjamin to reply, Kyle tossed a coin and it came up tails; so Steve was to be the first to have the pleasure of taking Benjamin’s rampant dick, which with all this verbal toing and froing, was already exuding drops of pre-cum in anticipation of what was to come.

Kyle said: “Well now that’s all settled let’s all get kitted up and ready for action.” As he said this, he tossed each of the others a Trojan rubber and rolled one onto his own boner. “So Benjamin, as you are to be the lead player in what is about to happen, how would you like to take Steve for your first fuck of the evening?”

“Well if it’s OK by you Steve, I’d really like to shaft you standing up leaning against the table in the doggy position as I like back entry best of all, but if that’s not OK for you, we can do it any way you wish”

Steve, who was by now really looking forward to taking Benjamin’s elegant penis up his ass, said nothing but gave his tacit approval by standing against the table, bending over slightly and spreading his legs to give Benjamin easy access to his port of entry. Kyle handed Benjamin a tube of lubricant and lubricated up his own rubber clad cock as he had every intention both of orchestrating and participating fully himself in what was about to happen. Benjamin really knew what he was doing as, with no hesitation, he slid the full length of his tool deep inside Steve. As soon as Steve was fully penetrated and before Benjamin had time to start to piston fuck his partner, Kyle approached Benjamin and gripped his hips, one in each hand. “Now, before you begin, spread your legs a bit Benjamin and let me penetrate you.” Benjamin obeyed instantly and Kyle pushed his own well lubricated fuck-stick deep inside of Benjamin’s hole. Benjamin exercised his normal sphincter expertise and gripped Kyle’s cock with his own powerful anal muscles just as he had done earlier that afernoon.

Kyle said: “OK Benjamin, here’s what we are going to do; you are going to fuck Steve and I am simultaneously going to fuck you; but you and I are going to coordinate our stroke lengths and thrusts to a rhythm which I will set. There is no rush; this is to be a long, slow fuck in which you and I will build up the tension gradually to a climax which will end in a simultaneous orgasm as we shoot our loads. Benjamin, this is to be a fuck with long, powerful strokes which will build up the erotic tension to levels you never even knew existed. It’s my hallmark technique and I want all three of us to enjoy it.” And it all then did happen in exactly the way Kyle had just outlined to Benjamin; all three of them managed to reach orgasm more or less simultaneously and Kyle was delighted that Benjamin proved himself as adept a top as he had previously been a bottom.

“Jee-zus, that really was something else.” said Benjamin, as the three of them rested a few minutes enjoying the post-coital bliss, which follows a well performed act of sexual intercourse. They were still held together by the two cocks: Benjamin’s inside of Steve and Kyle’s inside of Benjamin. “Kyle you really are the bees knees when it comes to fucking a guy. I had not realised until you actually penetrated me with your own tool that we were going to have a three man, tandem fuck. That was one of the greatest sexual experiences of my life.”

“Benjamin we are only halfway as you are now going to fuck me and Steve will ream out your hole as I did for you just now; except that there will be a difference, for variety is the spice of life. Again this time you will both coordinate your strokes except that Steve will thrust his cock into you as you withdraw yours from me. So as you withdraw, Steve will thrust in the opposite direction and bottom his pelvis against your anus and you will feel a much stronger force as two the objects moving in opposite directions meet. I think that you will find that this method of opposing forces will lead to an even greater erotic sensation as we all reach orgasm; but the sensation should be especially marked for you personally as you will be the one to experience the full effect of the additional force of the opposing thrusts.”

Kyle handed each of them them a fresh Trojan rubber and once the two active protagonists. Steve and Benjamin, had lubed themselves up, he bent himself across the table and allowed Benjamin to penetrate him for the first time. Benjamin had a more slender penis than either of his two partners, but the young man certainly knew how to use it and proceeded to take Kyle to his climax whilst Steve simultaneously addressed his anus. And once again the three of them shot their loads together. When it was over, Benjamin had achieved his wish and had fucked both Steve and Kyle; but as what might be considered as a bonus he had had his own hole fucked by each of his partners. All in all it had been a very successful little fuckfest that the three of them had that first evening of the vacation in the Presidential Suite.

Later that evening after Benjamin had left, Kyle snuggled up to Steve in the generous double bed and parked his still semi-tumescent meat between Steve’s buttocks. And as they were both falling asleep after what had been an exhilarating but exhausting day of sex with Benjamin, Kyle whispered to his lover: “You know Steve, that was a great time we had with Benjamin; but, at the end for the day, nothing is a great as being alone with you; what we do together beats everything else into a cocked hat.” And with that they fell asleep totally at peace with each other. What Kyle had just said to Steve confirmed what they both knew; they both enjoyed sex with other guys but together they were an item joined by mutual love.

CHAPTER 22

The week between Christmas and New Year passed all too quickly as all vacations always seem to do. Steve and Kyle got to know – intimately it must be said – quite a number of other guys, but at the end of the day when they retired to their suite Benjamin had become a more or less permanent fixture in their lives. He appeared regularly around nine and the three of them had a sort of ménage à trois relationship in which who fucked was always in doubt until it actually happened. But Benjamin, with his super-elegant cock proved to be an inventive partner as he showed them a veritable gay man’s Karma Sutra of sexual positions; and so the three of them always had a great time together. They both knew that they would miss Benjamin when they finally went back to Chicago.

One morning Steve and Kyle donned their street clothes and spent a few hours exploring the city of Key West, which proved to be an agreeable place with a very relaxed atmosphere that so many southern cities have. Steve was really taken by the town and remarked to Kyle that he wouldn’t mind living there, but what would one do for a living? Kyle replied that Key West was a sizeable place with about 27,000 inhabitants and in spite of being a tourist destination it had all infrastructure including schools of any other American city of its size. So Steve should easily be able to find a job as PE instructor in one of the schools.

New Year’s Eve arrived and all the guests sat down, naked as ever, to a gala dinner, the only meal which had been served to all week. Drink flowed liberally and by the time the live-sex, stage-show began, the atmosphere was already boisterous in the build up to midnight and the New Year. In the event, the much heralded Muscle-Cock Live Sex show was something which no-one, not even in his wildest dreams, could have imagined. First of all there was the sheer physical presence of the performers themselves. It was hard to believe that any man could develop such muscles as these guys displayed. Veritable mountains of totally naked men as they presented themselves on stage, all of them weighed in at around 280 to 300 lbs of solid muscle. But none of them, in spite of their massive bulk could be considered gross and running to fat as many bodybuilders do. In spite of their size, they all had the elegance which a well-ripped, muscular, male body always has and glistening with posing oil as they now were as they made their first appearance on stage, they all looked absolutely stunning. These guys all defined perfectly what an Alpha Male was.

But their incredible bodies apart, the utterly phenomenal thing about them was the enormous – no, ginormous – size of their sexual endowments. Soft as their cocks still were as they took to the stage, not one of them had less than a nine-inch long, two inch diameter piece of man-meat between his legs and some were even bigger; and as all of them were totally bereft of any pubic hair, their breathtakingly magnificent sex tools were displayed in all their glory to an audience of naked gay young men, who just went wild, salivating with the anticipation of what was to come. For many members of the audience, it appeared that just the act of looking at the Alpha Males on stage had induced what was akin to an oral orgasm of saliva, as many guys watching were literally just drooling at the mouth with thought of what was to happen next. And as the cheers of appreciation and applause got ever louder, as if by command, the twelve, flaccid penises gradually came to life and started on their upward journey until a minute or so later the audience was presented with twelve massive, perfectly circumcised and rimmed cocks fully erect, each held at an angle of forty-five degrees to its owner’s stomach. Not one performer had a cock less then twelve hard inches and several of them sported considerable more. Frankly it defied the imagination as to how these guys developed such huge meat: and what did they do with it when they were not on stage? Where on earth did they dock their huge sexual appendages?

Steve and Kyle who were in the second row of seats suddenly found that the ubiquitous Benjamin had somehow managed to squeeze himself in beside them. His eyes were gleaming with anticipation of what was to come as he said to Kyle: “That blond guy, third from the left: that’s Aldo, the guy I worked for; and that massive monument between his legs is the monster my poor anus helped not only to create, but also to service; so perhaps you can now see quite clearly why I needed to get away from him. Having one’s ass at the beck and call of that howitzer of a fuck-stick 24/7 is, to say the least, very wearing. But look at them; they’re all the same; that’s how they develop their humongous dicks; they all have guy like me – or sometimes several guys – on call 24/7; it’s a real relentless and thankless job, which has nothing at all to do with sex for pleasure as we know it. It’s not done for pleasure at all; we, the assistants, are nothing more than a set of exercise weights in their minds; either we are fucking them or they are fucking us just to develop themselves to reach that much desired goal of the Alpha Male. OK we do a different job to the weights which they lift, but there’s no difference.”

One of the muscle-cocks took on the role of compere and stepped forward for the line-up, motioned for quiet and said: “Hi guys, let me welcome all of you to this New-Year’s Eve, Muscle-Cock live sex show. We have a great series of routines to show you this evening and I can think I can promise you that you have never seen the like of what you are now about to see. And so, as actions speak louder than words, let the show commence.”

The twelve performers now arranged themselves in two rows of six, one directly behind the other. Music played and the front row of six studs began to perform a series of classical, muscle-flexing poses similar to those at any bodybuilder public show. But the difference here was that they were all totally naked and each of them had a large, rock-hard, erect cock from which was ejected great gobbets of spunk in synchronisation with each pose. How they manage to ejaculate such huge quantities of sperm without ever touching their cocks was a mystery; but these guys had trained themselves to such a degree that they could do this amazing feat seemingly effortlessly. The first group of six studs made six different poses, each of which was accompanied by a generous shot of cum, which they directed all over each other and themselves. When they finally withdrew, they were all dripping with thick, creamy looking cum, which had landed all over their bodies, faces included. The audience went wild witnessing this tour de force, of cock and ejaculation control. I suppose in an attempt to give a name to what had just happened, it might be described as artistic variations on a muscle-posing pas de six with simultaneous, synchronous, fingerless masturbation. Well whatever you call it, the audience just went wild over what they had just seen. But this part of the programme was not yet over as the second six studs now stepped forward to the front of the stage and gave a repeat performance of what had just happened; except that there was one important difference; instead of directing their copious ejaculations on themselves, this time their spunk emissions, all very vigorous, were directed at the audience; and so Steve, Kyle and Benjamin, who were in the second row, were among those members of the audience who had the privilege – if it could be called such – of taking quantities of spunk all over their faces and chests.

There then was a sort pause of a few minutes whilst the performers went off stage and cleaned themselves up ready for the next part of the programme which was to be dedicated into a number of demonstrations of live group sex. Meanwhile towels were handed around to those in the two front rows of the audience so that they too could rid themselves of the gobbets of sperm with which they had been almost explosively sprayed. A number of assistants also assiduously cleaned up the cummy mess which was all over the floor of the stage. One had to ask oneself how just twelve guys had managed to produce such an enormous quantity of sperm. How did their bodies manage to make it at such a rate? Where did it all come from? How did they do it? A number of assistants assiduously cleaned of the floor of the stage, which after two bouts of relentless posing and ejaculation was also swimming in cum and had become dangerously slippery. Finally all was ready for the next round of the performance, which the audience were informed, was to be devoted to a live demonstration of true group sex.

Three chairs which were almost like the prie dieu, or church prayer kneelers, but with a well-padded low shelf on which to kneel and a generous padded top rail against which the kneeler could lean his upper body in comfort. Of course anyone with half an eye could see that the chairs were not designed for prayer but as purpose built aids to anal copulation. These chairs were placed sideways on to the audience so that the profile of whomever was to kneel there was in full view to the audience. The twelve performers again took to the stage, all of them with their cocks still stoutly erect and three of them – chosen who knows how? – promptly knelt on the chairs, spread their legs to give access to that vital part of their anatomy for male sexual intercourse: their anuses. Three others then lubricated their partner’s vital port of entry with a generous amount of some sort of anal cream and then did the same to their own naked cocks, before advancing on their chosen partner and shafting him completely. This act of initial penetration was met with thunderous applause from the audience, all of whom were on the edge of their seats with anticipation of what was still to come.

There was then a short pause whilst three other guys positioned themselves in front of each in front of a kneeler, each of whom then and thrust his own erect dick into his partner’s welcoming mouth, which he immediately started sucking. Again there was a huge amount of applause as each tableau was now made up of three men. But the preparation was still not complete; the remaining three studs now lubricated up the anuses of those of their mates who had performed the initial shafting and proceeded to shaft them with their own rampant cocks. By this time the audience had gone totally wild and many of the guys watching had a hard time in holding back their own cum, due to the sexual arousal brought on by the sheer eroticism of the scene which they had seen put together before their very eyes.

And let’s face it; it was quite a scene which presented itself to the audience: three groups of four guys all held together either orally or anally by their cocks and about to begin a mammoth act of gay copulation. This was an act of true group sex; an act in which all four participants would be simultaneously involved. So often what is called group sex is undertaken by a group of guys who come together to enjoy sex with each other but always on a one-on-one basis. Glory hole occasions typify this. Certain guys individually offer their anuses to all comers and all members of the group may fuck them; but always on a one-on-one basis. But this occasion with the Muscle-Cock was true group sex; three groups of four guys each were going to fuck each other together.

The music that had been softly paying whilst the groups assembled themselves, suddenly became louder and established a definite beat, which the two who were using their cocks used to synchronise their thrusting. As ever, as time passed and emotions were aroused as the beat became ever louder and faster until quite suddenly in a climax of incredible dynamism, both cocks were with withdrawn from their partners at the same time and the audience was treated to the incredible spectacle of two humongous, rock-hard fuck-sticks spewing forth what seemed like a never-ending dam-burst of cum, to which had to be added the emissions of the guys kneeling who had been fucked and the cocks of the guy whom they had been sucking. These also added their own considerable contribution to this abundance of cum. But what was amazing was not only the quantity of sperm which the muscle-cocks produced, but the extraordinary way in which they synchronised everything so all four guys across the three groups climaxed at the same time.

The twelve performers took a full-frontal, cocks-erect round of applause and still dripping cum, in front of an utterly ecstatic audience. And then to tumultuous applause, they repeated the performance with the two guys, who had brought up the rear and the front of each group, now in the middle getting their asses fucked. And incredibly, it was just as successful as the first time. These performers seemed to have unlimited strength and the amazing ability to produce sperm in great quantities on demand. The muscle-cocks went on to perform several other gymnastically demanding acts of group sex before moving on to what was supposed to be their final act.

Twelve prie-dieu chairs were lined up across the stage as the compere the compere of the group said: “Gentlemen, to conclude our programme for this evening, we would each like to introduce to you our own personal training assistants without whose dedicated work throughout the year we would not be able to perform as we have done this evening; and so together we offer you this final routine which I hope you will all enjoy. Please give a round of applause to welcome our twelve personal trainers.”

Benjamin turned to Kyle and said: “Just think; there but for the grace of God go I. If I had still been working for Aldo I would have been on that stage getting my ass fucked in public.”

Twelve naked young men trooped onto the stage. They were all attractive young studs with good bodies and decent sized dicks, very similar in most respects to Benjamin. They were met with thunderous thunderous applause from the audience, and with only a short bow they each went and knelt down on one of the waiting prie-dieux. Then in marched our twelve muscle-cocks, all with their cocks still rock-hard and looking as fresh as when they began their program two hours earlier. Each them stood behind his own trainer and anointed his ass with lubricant before applying a liberal quantity of the same to his own cock. Then with one accord, they advanced on their trainer and pushed their dick against his anus, before in one smoothly coordinated, synchronous movement, giving him a full length shafting. And then for a few moments the twelve of them stood, each with is cock deeply embedded inside his trainer, waiting for the music to start and establish the beat to which they would coordinate this twelve-man simultaneous fuck.

Once the music started and the twelve of them got into their stride their technique was a sight to behold. The audience were treated to a side view of twelve muscular studs each with a huge fuck-stick which was reciprocating like the connecting rod of a steam locomotive in and out of its target anus: and when I say in and out, I really do mean fully in and fully out. The twelve of them withdrew their cocks completely from their trainers and waited a moment before plunging themselves back into his waiting anus. This was taking anal fucking to another level, the likes of which no one had ever seen before. Not surprisingly it aroused the entire audience to such a level that some members could not hold themselves back and shot their own loads over themselves and their neighbours. This was, without any doubt, one of the most visually erotic, sex shows which anyone present had ever witnessed. And as the beat increased in both volume and speed, so did the speed and the power of the thrust of the cocks until, as they approached the climactic moment, the twelve cocks were hitting their twelve target asses with the force reminiscent of that of a steam hammer. And when it finally arrived, the climax was, of course, simultaneous; all twelve cocks after one final, powerful thrust were suddenly withdrawn to shoot their seemingly never-ending stream of sperm every which way. Even the trainers, who were accustomed to such hammerings in their daily lives, were also taken to the heights of sexual ecstasy and added their own contributions to this amazing cum-fest.

Finally it was all over; or was it? The twelve trainers suddenly took the lead and managed to organise a cock to anus ring made up of a trainer followed by a muscle cock and so on. So the audience was treated to a totally unexpected and unscheduled encore in which all twenty four performers were linked together, cock to anus to form a closed ring on the stage. And then the music again started up and all twenty-four young studs them managed to fuck each other to the sound of the beat. At each beat, all cocks were totally withdrawn and then, with ever increasing force and speed, thrust back into their waiting targets. And as the tension built up to its climax, all the actors in this extraordinary demonstration of mass, synchronous copulation were hammering each other as if their very lives depended upon the outcome: an outcome which was a foregone conclusion as all participants, with one final coordinated thrust, shot their loads simultaneously into each other. Somehow this climax was coordinated with the arrival of the New Year. The audience went wilder than ever, if that was possible.

The New Year celebrations went on for several hours as the members of the audience, with no inhibition whatsoever, copulated with each other in an orgy of gay sex brought on by the feeling of euphoria which the Muscle-Cocks had given them. This truly was a New Year’s party which no one would ever forget. As Steve and Kyle finally climbed into their bed at a round three in the morning of the New Year’s Day– without Benjamin on in tow – Kyle whispered to his partner: “Steve; when we wake up, I have something important to tell you.” And with that the two of them fell into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER 23

It was late in the morning of New Year’s Day when Steve and Kyle finally woke up. They showered together and as ever, Steve prepared himself as he had done every day since their arrival at the resort, to give Kyle his customary morning wake-up fuck standing there under the shower. As ever, Kyle stood there and allowed Steve to sink the full length of his shaft, but before he could commence his thrusting, he suddenly disengaged himself from Steve’s cock, turned himself around and faced his partner with the water still running over them and said: “Steve, hold your horses for once as I need to talk to you about something very serious, which can affect our life together.” With this somewhat dramatic statement, Kyle had captured Steve’s attention to the full and suddenly the two of them found that their usual morning boners had suddenly vanished leaving the two of them face to face with just their flaccid cocks with a sort of forlorn, missed-opportunity look about them. “Come on Steve, let’s dry ourselves off and go and get some breakfast and then I’ll tell you everything.” So naked as ever, they went down to the dining room which on New Year’s Day, was still practically deserted even though it was gone eleven, served themselves an American style cooked breakfast and sat down at a table as far away as possible from what few other guests there were.

“So come on Kyle, what’s so important that you turn down my customary, greet-the-new-day-fuck on New Year’s morning? Are you ill or what? Come on Kyle, out with it? I want to know what’s up. What is it that might affect our life together? You really have got me worried.”

“Well Steve, the thing is this; I have not been totally honest with you about this trip. I told you that I had got this whole vacation for the two of us for free, which is absolutely true. But but I also told you that I had gotten the reservations from a client at the gym: from a guy whose ass I had serviced a few times and who had had to cancel the trip as his partner had fallen ill. Well that part was sort of a white lie; well I suppose it was a proper lie. In fact it was the group of guys who own the gym in Chicago which I now manage, who paid for the entire trip for the two of us. You see Steve, the thing is this; these guys are absolutely loaded, and they have just bought this place where we are now on vacation as another investment and they have offered me the job of running the operation here in Key West as chief honcho; they have offered me the job of CEO of this entire operation. So I was naturally flattered but I told them that there was no way I could accept the post without first having seen the place and that the decision was not mine alone to make as I was a legally married man with a partner whom I could never ever leave. Anyway, as they are dead set on my taking the job down here, they proposed to me that you and I come down here over the holidays to check the place out. So they were the ones who paid for all this.”

“So the thing is this Steve; I really would like to take this job and move down here, but only if you agree and will come with me, otherwise I’ll say no thanks and we will stay where we are in Chicago. But the other day when we went into the city, you did say that you really would not mind living here, but what would you do for a living. Well just let me tell you that if we were to move down here, you would not need to find a job. Look Steve, these guys are loaded and want me to take the job so badly that they have offered me a five year contract at $100,000.- a year. Yes you did hear that right: one hundred thousand dollars a year. So you see I would be earning enough for both of us; and so if you could not find a job down here, so what? I would be earning enough for both of us, so we would not starve.”

Steve had listened to all this without saying a word. “Kyle, far be it from me to stop you in your upward career movements, but there is no way that I could live with you if I felt I couldn’t pay my way. So if we were to move done here and I say IF in capital letters, I would definitely have to find myself a job as I simply could not allow you to pay for everything.”

Kyle encouraged by the fact that Steve had not rejected the whole idea outright, said: “I don’t see why you could not live with me and let me be the wage earner. Look I would be earning a very large salary there would be no money worries. And anyway, lots of married couples have only one wage earner; so you could stay at home and keep house and learn to cook so that you could make me delicious meals each evening when I come home from a gruelling day at the office. And then we could settle down as old married couples do, to an evening in front of the television. It will be absolutely heavenly.”

“You, my friend, are out of your tiny, fucking, harebrained mind, if you think I am going to move down here and sit around the house all day doing sweet, fuck all.” Steve then saw that he was being wound up by his partner who was laughing at him in the way he had taken his remarks at face value.

“Of course you would need to get a job Steve; but if we do move down here it’s not hyper-urgent. You don’t have to find something immediately; you can take your time and look around. Look there are lots of schools in this town, so my view is that you will quite easily find a job as a PE instructor in one of them. And there are several regular gyms in town so you could work in one of them. So what do you say? Shall we burn our bridges and leave chilly Chicago and move down here to a life in the sun? Just think it’s a balmy 75 degrees here right now and it’s below freezing in Chicago. So what do you say? Shall we give it a go? Don’t worry Steve; you’ll find a job OK and everything will be fine. So please say yes Steve and let’s move down here to a new life together in the sun.”

“Well Kyle, I would hate to put a damper on your career as I have already said. So OK, let’s do it. But you know we don’t have any friends down here.”

“We have Benjamin” said Kyle.

“Yes, indeed we shall certainly have Benjamin!”

THE END