The Exploration Of Nate

CHAPTER XI

GRAY’S GARDEN (Part II)

Nate moved over to where Chris was lying on the corner suite. Chris laid back, arms behind him. Waiting for Nate to join him.

Nate lay down between Chris’ legs. His nose lightly making contact with the mound growing in Chris’ speedo. 

Nate pushed forward and rubbed his face across the pouch. “Can’t wait to bury this inside of me. You want that too?” Nate teased as he ran his tongue along the material cladding the fattening member.

Chris spread his legs wider and looked down at Nate. “Too right. Pull my cock out and take it all in your mouth again.” 

“Mmm. Happy to oblige.” Nate pulled himself forward. He pulled the pouch open slowly with his teeth. Pop. Pop. Pop. The buttons released and Chris’ cock grew and sprang forward. Warm. Heavy. Fat. Dripping. 

Nate kept his arms crossed in front of him as he collected the glistening head and filled his mouth with Chris’ growing cock.

“God Nate. You’re a pro. Fuck yourself with it. I want to feel your throat around the head.” He snapped his head up, supporting it with his solid arms. Sweat was pooling on his brow and his chest. Nate locked eyes with this specimen of manliness. 

Nate pulled back and took more of Chris in. Now coming to kneel on his shins. Splayed either side of his belly. Conscious he wanted his pussy displayed should one the rugby boys make their way out here.

Nate gagged as the head hit the back of his throat. Sticking his tongue out fully to make room for the fattest cock he’d taken. Picking up the pace he rocked back and forth  giving Chris what he wanted. He threw his glasses off to signal he was ready to really get going. 

“Yeah, gag on it you pig. Rub that spit in my hole.” Chris bent his legs up slightly so Nate had more access. If Chris wanted to get rough, Nate could too. Without breaking his slobbering rhythm Nate ran his index finger along the seam between Chris’ hairless sack and man pussy. Gathering spit as he went. Without warning, he jabbed his finger firmly into Chris’ pussy. 

“Nasty boy. Go deeper.” Chris whispered breathlessly, snapping his head back on the seat. Nate picked up a faster pace. He looked up to see Chris’ body shake with his finger play. Nate was covered in sweat. The mix of Chris’ thighs, being nestled in his hole and cock and pummelling his meaty arse gave Nate’s body a full work out in the evening sun. 

“Stop Nate. I’m close. Shit.” Chris snapped his head up and grabbed Nate’s head. “Nate seriously. Fuck.” They locked eyes. Nate didn’t stop. He sped up, slobbering on Chris’ cock still. “You want it? Here it is then you pig.” Chris bucked his hips up and unleashed a flood of cum into Nate’s throat. Nate continued to jab away at Chris’ arse. The ropes of sweet liquid filled his mouth as he clamped on and didn’t let go.

“Shit, that was hot. You’ve gotten to be a total expert at all this. Pure filth. Oooffff.” Chris lowered his hips and held Nate’s cheek gently. Breathing hard. 

Nate pulled out and released himself from Chris cock with a retch. “Bleeeurghh. God this thing is good.” Nate’s face was soaking with sweat and spit. He grabbed the cock and squeezed every drop onto his tongue. He kept pulling on it hard and licking the head.

“We’re not fucking done yet big boy. Need to ride you next. Get ready.” He dragged the cock over his face, smearing remnants of spunk. 

Chris hissed and looked down at Nate. “Dirty boy. Get to work getting me ready. I’m just gonna lay here and let you service my big fat dick.”

“My pleasure, boss.” Nate grinned up. 
Chris frowned in his lustful state. “Get that cocky mouth round my balls. Love it when they’re tender and teased. All in. Take ‘um.” Chris was getting authoritative. He reached forward and clamped a hand at the base of Nate’s head. Nate’s breath was forced and the sweat, so much sweat, causing a rasping when his mouth held each of Chris’ balls. They were smooth, swollen, wet and a hint of soap teased Nate’s mouth. 

“God Nate. Get up here. Just sit on my face.” Chris demanded without looking down. Nate dropped Chris’ balls out of his mouth, gave a short chuckle and got up. His own cock fighting with the speedo. He liked the idea of edging and torturing himself a little more. 

He marched up. Locked eyes with Chris a moment. Both almost glaring. Nate climbed onto the suite above Chris. “You want this pussy? You better eat me good.” He grinned from up above. 

“Get that cunt down here. Face that way.” Chris pointed beyond his head. Clearly needing to give his cock a momentary rest.
Nate snapped a smile and squatted with full force as his pussy slit landed on Chris’ face. He looked up and was glad of the air for a moment. Chris was a proper man, Nate took advantage. He leaned back, rested his hands on Chris’ firm legs, balanced on his feet as he drove his hips forward. Chris’ lips opened and his tongue massaged Nate’s puckered entrance. 

“Jesus yes. Chris that’s incredible. Go deeper.” He felt two firm hands pull his cheeks apart and Chris tongue  leaped inside. The sensation was wet and warm. Chris was firm. He had power and experience, Nate could tell. No complications. An out, hot gay man, knowing how to make another man feel incredible deep inside. Nate snapped his head back and went into a trance. Closing his eyes and smiling. 

His bliss was short lived. He felt thick cotton brush his face. He snapped his eyes open, careful not to disturb Chris. Through the sun beating down Nate made out the figure of a huge man. 6’5. Slopping shoulders giving way to pronounced pecs encased in a navy rugby jersey. Chest hair spilling out of the collar. Letting his eyes travel down. Two huge thighs covered in grass and mud stains and a bulge fighting with grey shorts. Massive arms dappled with black hair rested on a neat waist beyond substantial fists. 

The face. Kissable lips, stubble, deep brow and blue eyes. Jet black curly hair. 

Nate pulled back a moment. The man spoke.
“Alright mate? Heard you’re gonna help us lads shoot our wads? I’m fuckin’ gaggin’ man. If he’s sucking your cunt make yourself useful ey?” The man was practically threatening. 
Nate, balancing between the ecstasy Chris was causing in his pussy and the forceful rugby lad, he found the clarity to speak. “Don’t waste fucking time then. Lob it out and get up here. Fuck my face. Come on.”

Nate shifted forward and knelt over Chris. 
Chris gasped with the release. “Go on Ga, smash his throat man.” Chris pressed his thumb inside Nate’s thigh and pushed his index finger deep in Nate’s hole.

Nate hissed. “Yeah keep doing that. Deep.” He looked down to see Chris completely slick with sweat. Chris looked up, a mix of menace and lust knowing how he was lighting Nate’s insides up. 

New arrival ‘Ga’ jumped up in front of Nate. “Get that shirt off.” Nate demanded as he yanked the shorts down. Ga pulled up his shirt and threw it. He had pale skin. His body was solid, muscled, chest and belly covered with a layer of black hair. Nate was greeted by a huge bulge of manhood restrained by a traditional black jockstrap. A forest of hair spiralling out. A proper example of a man. 

Nate pushed his head forward and rubbed it back and forth In the hot bulge. “Fuck you stink lad. I can smell the rugby game on you. Pig.” Nate spat forcefully on Ga’s belly and slapped it. 

“Wait.” Chris demanded. “I want his pussy, you get his throat.” Chris pushed Nate back and got up. “Lie down on your back, get your head over the edge of the seat. You ready for this?” Chris snarled.

“Do what you want.” Nate said defiantly as he lay as instructed. 

He pulled his legs back and slapped his hole hard. “Come on then, beat it the fuck up. You, what you waiting for?” He lowered his head and grabbed Ga’s leg. 

At once Nate felt the force of Chris’ member fill him. Chris was huge and the pleasure immediately filled Nate’s belly. Nate grabbed at Chris’ firm arse cheek in recognition. He couldn’t react any further as Ga shoved his own thick 10” straight into his throat. With a retch he settled into the beating Ga’s cock gave his throat. Ga tasted like he was fresh off the pitch. Musky and salty. Not a hint or soap or cologne. Nate drank him in. A massive sweaty ball sack grazed his chin, sticky and warm. 

Chris held Nate’s neat little waist as he broke into a solid rhythm. Each time hitting Nate’s prostate with his mass. Nate’s toes curled on every impact. 

“Take it you little slut. Battering both your holes.” Chris laughed and high-fived Ga. “Fuck you’re dirty, just fuckin’ takin’ my cock and gagin’ like a pig.” Ga seemed impressed.
Ga grabbed Nate’s pecs and punched them hard. Nate reached up and grabbed his hairy cheeks in appreciation. 

“I’m gonna cum. Get your hands around his neck.” Chris demanded of Ga. Both slowly reached their hands around Nate’s neck and applied pressure. Chris began slamming Nate harder. Scuffs of the patio furniture confirming his new level of force. Ga placed his hands over Chris’ and pulled Nate’s head furiously up and down. Nate now gargling crazily but not giving up. 

“Shit Nate I’m gonna fill your guts. Have it.” Three solid thuds and Chris released his loads into Nate. 

“That’s it. Here it is. Don’t fight it, take it in.” Ga snapped Nate’s head back and forth one more time and held it as his own load flooded Nate’s mouth. Nate began to squirm, body writhing, finally about to run out of breath. He coughed as a spray of cum and spit erupted from his mouth back up onto Ga’s cock and belly. Nate slapped Ga away and jumped up to a seated position gasping for air.

Ga and Chris roared in celebration over Nate still gaining composure. “Fuck Nate you’ve got stamina. That was hot.” Chris sat back glistening with sweat, cock still out hanging lazily between his legs. Ga reached forward and tapped Nate on the head.

“Pair of beasts. Amazing. I want more.” With that, Nate got up and wondered inside to the noises coming out of the kitchen. 

Chris and Ga slumped back on the suite and laughed. 

Nate moved through the patio doors, still tasting Ga’s musky crotch. He had a taste for rugby dick. 

He was greeted with two further lads, spit roasting Gray over the marble island. One was ginger, about 6’5, huge body and messy short brown - red hair. His arse was porcelain white, cupped in a white jock. Framing his huge cheeks. The other, a tanned equivalent of Ga. 

Ginger was smashing Gray’s hole standing on one side. His tanned friend squatted in front of Gray’s face,  jerking his head back and forth. 

Nate jumped on the counter and lay back. He pulled his legs back to expose his puffy hole and soacked speedo. 

With a hand behind his head he locked eyes with Ginger. “Come on then. Gray said you’re here to be serviced. He’s not getting all the action. Stick your stinking cock in me and let’s have it.” He slapped his slicked up pussy. 
Gray reached across and squeezed Nate’s pec. The tanned lad fucking Gray’s face grinned at Nate before focussing back on Grays mouth. 

The ginger giant pulled his cock out of Gray’s pussy. Nate glanced down. “Fucking Christ.” Nate’s eyes went wide. Ginger’s member, fully hard from use was straight, thick and at least 11”. “That’s what I’m talking about. Fuck my guts.”

Nate reached a leg forward and slapped his foot on the mountainous pecks in front of him. A flash of dark reddy brown hair nestled between the chest muscles. Looking up, Nate caught a handsome man. Cheeks flushed. Mossy green eyes, straight Roman nose and thin lips framed by a thin layer of facial hair tight to the jaw. Nate imagined him as the fantasy women had when ‘lost’ in the woods and a mountain man comes to the rescue. 

Locking eyes with Nate, ginger maintained a grin. “You sure you want me to ‘fuck your guts’ as you say?’” He slapped his cock hard against Nate’s pussy. Nate gulped. Was he? This guy looked wild. 

“Do it.” Nate snarled pinching his nipped hard. 

“You asked.” Ginger clamped Nate’s legs to his chest and thrust his cock deep. The sweaty thudding filled the room. “Oh my god. Yes. Ruin me you fuck.” Nate gripped the marble around him as the ginger bull threw his rugby weight up inside Nate’s battered pussy.

Ginger glistened with sweat and abruptly pulled out. Slapping Nate’s belly. He jumped on the counter, rolled Nate back to pull his pussy upward. He dove his tongue in and mixed his frothy spit in Nate’s pussy. Nate was fully open. He grabbed ginger by the front of his hairline and pulled him hard onto his pussy. “Ooofff yes. Eat it up.” Ginger went wild flicking sweat and spit as he roughly ran his mouth back and forth. Nate looked up with a lustful stare. 

“Want it back inside you?” Ginger teased rising slightly and replacing his tongue with two fingers. “Look at me when I’m fingering your pussy boy. Let’s get you wide.” He slapped two fingers in and out of Nate’s hole. The wet tapping made Nate hold his breath. Overcome with all types of sensations. This guy was incredible.

Ginger was working his pussy into a puffy frenzy and smiled at Nate. Nate stared back helplessly as instructed. Moments later ginger snapped his hand out and reached for Nate’s mouth. “Taste yourself. Ready?” A giant hand covered Nate’s lips.

“Yeah. Get on with it.” Nate demanded.
Ginger hoisted Nate’s hips up and came to a mid squat on the marble island. He slipped his cock in effortlessly. Nate closed his eyes and bit his lip in satisfaction. 

He looked up at the massive man making him squirm.  His face came into view. Nate reached forward and got his nose up against ginger’s. “Kiss me.” 

Ginger laughed then lurched forward to lock lips with Nate. He was minty and clean. The rest of him was filth, straight from the pitch.

Ginger pushed Nate back and picked up a solid rhym pummelling Nate’s insides. 
His deep thrusts made Nate’s bud deep inside twitch each time. Nate could feel the building orgasm in his toes. Rising through his legs, deep inside and out the end of his cock. He ripped open the speedo and snapped his cock out. “Shit.” He whispered, all he could manage through closed eyes, as his cum covered his chest.

“Nice one boy. I’m gonna shoot. Give me that face.” Ginger jumped forward and straddled Nate’s chest. He couldn’t beleive the size on this guy. His arms pinned, Nate waited for the ropes. They came, slapping his face entirely. 
Nate lay dazed with this mountain of manhood above him. Ginger wiped his brow with his bicep and leaned his weight forward.

“Clean me off.” He pushed his cock head against Nate’s mouth. Nate looked up while he opened his mouth to accept the pale pink shaft. He rolled the thick foreskin around his tongue. 

Ginger pulled his cock out and slapped it on Nate’s lips. “Thanks. That was just what I needed after a game.” He smiled down again at Nate, tapped his hand on Nate’s cheek and moved to climb down. 

Nate lay for a moment and let his eyes follow ginger as he went outside and jumped on Chris and Ga in a childish pile-on. He smiled at the scene. 

“Uh Nate? Do you want to freshen up? We really can sit down for a drink now. You’re a total champ. Wow.” Gray interrupted. Now fully vertical and equally as flushed from his recent antics. 

Nate raised his head up. “Who the fuck is that guy?” He asked enthusiastically.

Gray grinned. “That’s Scott. The other guy is Gareth and uh who I was just with is Pete. All play on the under 30s rugby team.” 

“Rugby hey? You love your sports don’t you.” Nate kicked Gray in the leg playfully.

“Can you blame me? You’ve seen what men we have access to.” He laughed. “Anyway, go up the stairs, second door on the left. One of the guest bathrooms. Shower, here’s your clothes and come back out for a drink. The boys can fuck off to the gym shower. I’ll sort Chris out. Say 15 minutes?”

“You’re the boss!” Nate jumped down and scarpered. 

15 minutes later Nate was clean, newly slicked top knot and glasses regained. He sat opposite Scott and took him in.

Quintessential English stud. Toned body, solid but not gym obsessed. A body girls would fantasise about saving them from something. 

Nate locked eyes with him and smiled. Scott smiled back. 

Everyone was chattering as if they hadn’t all been performing in the sexual triathlon they just did. 

Nate got up and went to the kitchen for another beer. At the counter, now cleaned furiously by Gray a little earlier, Nate felt a wide palm on the small of his back. 

“Well dont you clean up good.” Nate said turning his head slowly. Scott sat himself on the breakfast stool next to him. Deliberately close enough that his thick legs closed in on Nate almost. Kitted out in a white cotton shirt and navy chino shorts that hugged his impressive legs.

“Yeah. What you think I’m going to walk around in that jock or my kit all evening in this heat?” He laughed. His smile was kind. Nate was drawn in.

“I wouldn’t mind. For what it’s worth, your body is incredible.” Nate smiled back. 

“Me? You’re the sexual athlete here. Crazy stuff. Hot.” Scott smiled at the counter where he’d just had Nate and then back to him. “Hey can I get your number or socials? Kinda want to see you again.”

Nate dropped the bottle opener and froze. “Uh, can I take minute on that? You’re handsome and I think we’ve established you’re pretty good in bed, well on marble at least. I’m just figuring something out at the moment. It’s not a no. It’s a not yet.” Nate turned to face Scott.

“Take your time. Everyone is going through something. I’m not an arsehole. You’re someone worth getting to know though. I feel it.” Scott grabbed Nate’s chin and pulled him in for a kiss. Nate felt the best he had in the last few days. 

“Thank you. You’re a gentleman. Rare.” Nate smiled and squeezed a huge shoulder. 
Scott left. Chris was passing. “Oi!” Nate shouted. 

“Yo. Everything ok? That was incredible earlier.” Chris paused. Weighing something up it would seem, then continued. “Kinda want to make it a one off thing though. I’m happy where our friendship is going. Don’t really want to fuck that up. Sound good?”

“That’s the sanest line I’ve heard all week.” Nate hugged Chris. “You and Gray are good people. I want you guys around. A lot.”

“Alright alright.” Chris tapped Nate on the back and pushed him back and winked. 

“So. Scott. Baggage? Insane? Ex straight drug fuelled boyfriends? Married? I don’t think I can add anything else.”

“Scott ey? Hate to disappoint you but he’s completely uncomplicated. Gray obviously knows him through the team. Out, works in finance in one of Gray’s business partner’s firms. 28 I think. No baggage. No boyfriends or exes. Or wives. Last one is always a bonus.” Chris laughed as he grabbed another beer from the fridge. 

“Hmm. He’s rare round here. Can you do me a favour? Not today. But when I have some time to think, will you give Scott my number and socials? He asked but I didn’t want to just go through more shit again in the space of a few days.”

“Course. I’ll set it up. Just let me know when.” Chris promised.

“Thanks.” Nate felt quite normal about things for the first time in days. 

Scott, Gareth and Pete left half hour later. A few lingering looks between Nate and Scott confirmed that there was something there.

Scott shot Nate one last cheeky smile before they headed off into the night. 

Gray told Nate he could stay. They retired to bed at a reasonable 11PM. Nate’s room was like a hotel. He slumped into the huge bed and fell asleep. 

Peace.