The Portrait of a Strict Disciplinarian

New readers should start reading this novel at Chapter 1.  The chapters do not stand alone, but are sequential components of an erotic novel in which there are 36 chapters in all, which are intended to be read in numerical order. T

That night, in bed together, both DD and Brad slept the sleep of utter contentment. They had no immediate need of any more sex after the TCC party marathon. However, next morning, or more precisely put, later that morning, as it had already been New Year’s Day, when they finally rolled into bed together, DD was first to awaken with a huge hard-on and as he looked across the bed at the naked figure of Brad, still fast asleep on his side, but with his cock also ready for action, he was filled with the same longing that newlyweds have for each other. In fact, that is exactly what their relationship resembled, as they had been together as an item for only a very few days, but already they were both totally committed physically to each other. DD ran his finger down Brad’s back before pulling him over towards himself so that he was now flat on his back. DD then stood up and pulled Brad’s legs apart giving him access to that vital point of entry to the delights of the flesh.

By this time, Brad was awake and realised that this partner was intent on having sex with him. He laughed at DD, who was now kneeling between his legs, with his boner saying it all. Jokingly now, Brad made a long-winded grumble of a speech to DD, in which he feigned indignation at being woken up and laughingly admonished his partner in an amusing, donnish sort of way for arousing him.

DD, having listened to a ludicrous piece of pseudo-grumbling verbiage from Brad, laughingly replied in kind, saying: “You great ape, from where on earth did you get that pompous load of clap-trap you have just spouted off to me? Frankly with your ability with words to make a mountain out of a molehill, you ought to think about becoming a politician, where you could spend a lot of time regaling the public with your great gobbets of similar meaningless garbage. Anyway, I just thought that as my cock was primed for action and raring to go when I woke up this morning and as yours looked – and for that matter, still looks – much the same, it seemed completely natural that we begin the New Year with a round of bareback sex. Anyway, if you would rather not, I shall take myself off to the bathroom where I will attempt to assuage, what you have just characterised as my animal-like carnal desire in a different way; that is, unless you would prefer to see me jerk off lying here beside you on the bed and remain what I suppose we might call a New Year’s Virgin?” By then they were both in fits of laughter, as both of them knew full well they were about to have sex together; sex, which at that moment, both of them wanted and was as inevitable as night following day.

Brad, who had never had any intention of refusing his partner, went on with the drama of words they were improvising together: “Wait a minute, DD, before you disappear to jerk yourself off in private, just hold your horses for a moment. Listening to you, I realise that I may have been a little hasty. After all, we are partners and as such we each need to show a little understanding for the needs of the other. So rather than see you banish yourself to a lonely session of masturbation in the bathroom on New Year’s Day, I have decided that I will let you have your way with me, provided that you agree to be gentle; after all, it might prove to be therapeutically soothing to have a little gentle, reciprocal massage of my fundamental orifice, to ease the ravages of yesterday’s more brutal attacks on my person. But you must understand, DD, that I am allowing you to exercise yourself on me as a special favour to you and that you must treat me with the utmost delicacy, as I am feeling very fragile and I am not in the mood to have my hole hammered to death at the moment.”

DD reacted immediately, saying in the same vein: “Your wish, as ever, is my command, your Grace. If you would permit me, I will configure your tired frame in such a way that you will obtain the maximum benefit from the therapy which I am about to administer with my own personal, award-winning equipment.” DD then took Brad’s legs and bent them in a sharp, acute angle across his torso so that his toes more or less touched the bed-head. In this modified missionary position, which figures, under some exotic name or other, in the Gay Kama Sutra, which Jonathan had been awarded by the TCC, Brad’s port of entry was presented for access in a very inviting manner.  DD applied a little lubricant to his magnificent erection, knelt in front of the recumbent Brad’s arse and then, very gently, slid his full nine inches into his partner.

DD bottomed his cock inside Brad, who let out a moan of pleasure. And then, as promised, DD very gently began that classical, reciprocating, thrusting movement, which is the essence of all sexual intercourse. Of course, his promise of a gentle fuck of his partner soon vanished as he rapidly became overwhelmed by effect of what he was doing to Brad.  Very quickly, as ever, he lost control of himself and increased both the tempo and power of his thrusting, as he took both of them towards the ultimate orgasmic climax. Brad too, totally caught up by the feelings that DD was arousing in him by what he was doing, in spite of his earlier pseudo-protests, urged his partner not to stop.

In spite of the tit-for-tat persiflage of their verbal foreplay to an act, which they were both now enjoying enormously, at the end of the day, as is generally the case when two consenting parties fuck each other, no matter whether gay or heterosexual, once the fuse has been lit by penetration of one by the other, both parties quickly become uncontrollably subsumed by the natural arousing carnality of the act.  And today, as DD hammered Brad’s arse and they approached climax, it was the desires of his active cock which dictated everything. When DD finally achieved his goal and brought both of them to simultaneous orgasm, the quantity of sperm that each of them propelled from their balls was absolutely enormous. It was as if the flood gates to two separate reservoirs of male juice had been opened as both of them shot their massive loads in a series of uncontrollable, ejaculative spurts.

As the whole incident had not been planned, and neither of them was using a condom to catch his sticky emission, DD, for the first time in their brief, but already profound, relationship, had shot his load deep inside of his partner’s rectum, thereby sharing the very essence of himself with Brad.  As DD lay on top of Brad, practically glued to him by Brad’s sperm, the significance of what had happened suddenly hit both of them. For the first time they had truly made love bareback and both of them realised that DD had somehow impregnated his lover by leaving a precious part of himself inside Brad’s body. Certainly, his sperm would serve no reproductive purpose as there was no egg for it to fertilise. It was true that Brad had taken DD bareback a few days earlier in the shower, but that had been quite different and had been done as a braggadocio gesture. But the very fact that DD had now truly shared that quintessential part of himself with Brad had a spiritual effect on their relationship. They both suddenly realised that, paraphrasing the words of the Book of Genesis, they had become one flesh.

The relationship between DD and Brad was one between two equals.  They were just two virile, gay men, who had met and fallen in love and who enjoyed each other’s company and bodies. Both men revelled in the uninhibited sexual aspects of their coupling. But what had just happened, accidentally, had had a profound effect on their relationship, strengthening it spiritually beyond belief. After they had recovered from their first bout of lovemaking, Brad rolled them both over and did to DD exactly what DD had just done to him. He fucked him bareback and ejaculated his sperm inside his partner, thereby confirming, if any confirmation was necessary that their relationship was truly between two equals.

As they lay there in each other’s arms in post-coital bliss, DD laughingly said to Brad, echoing Oliver Hardy when, as usual,  he tried to blame his partner, Stan Laurel, for some predicament or other he had got himself into: “Well, here’s another right mess you’ve got me into; just look at the bed. At your age you should know better than to fuck without using a condom.”

Continued in Chapter 22