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. 

Simon’s second act of copulation was over and the two of them were lying side by side on his bed. Brad turned on his side to face his partner and said:  “Simon, what you did for me just now was absolutely wonderful; that was just the best fuck I have ever had in my life; you really are the tops when it comes to giving your partner what he both needs and desperately wants. I have to thank you for not abandoning me after my own lamentable performance earlier.”

Then he did something so very intimate that it took even the worldly Simon by surprise.  He laid himself on the top of his supine partner, took him in his arms, held him tightly to himself and kissed him passionately on the mouth, which to Simon was, at that precise moment, worth a thousand fucks. He went on: “Simon, please let me try to make it up to you, please give me another chance to show you what I can really do. That first time I was just too aroused to control myself. So please, please, please, give me another chance to show you the real me.”

“Brad, as I said to you earlier, your premature ejaculation was entirely due to circumstances beyond your control. Your friend, Jeremy, threw you in at the deep end of a swimming pool when you did not know how to swim properly, so you almost drowned. So now that you feel more in control your faculties go ahead and take my arse for a second ride. After all, my friend, it is not every day that I have the chance to take another man’s meat which is as big as my own, if not bigger, up my arse and I am not one who looks that sort of gift horse in the mouth. And in spite of claims to the contrary, believe me Brad, size does matter and you have it in spades. So, Brad, just let’s both of us roll on fresh rubbers and then you can get down to it again. Frankly, Brad, now that I come to think about it, my arse is crying out for a really good fuck right now.  So, as far as I’m concerned, the sooner you work your undoubted magic on it with your superb fuck-stick, the better.  And just to be clear, I am not flattering you when I refer to your sexual endowment as superb, because that is truly what it is. You, my friend, have an absolutely stunner of a penis.”

Brad was simultaneously relieved, elated and flattered by Simon’s words. But who in his position would not have felt exactly the same? After all, he had completely messed up his first attempt at sex with Simon; but now, here he was, being given a second chance to prove himself; and, to boot, with extreme praise of the quality of the very equipment he was about to share only for the second time with his new partner. Brad had known since his school days, when he saw a selection of young, male, sexual equipment in the showers on a daily basis that he personally was very well equipped; but so also was Simon. He knew that of the eight studs who had started out on what he still thought of as a ridiculous flagello-sexual venture, Simon and he were, by any standards, the two Alpha males of the gathering when it came to cock size. Together, not one of the other six guys, whilst not badly equipped sexually, held a candle to either Simon or him. And so, his self-esteem bolstered by Simon’s words, it was with a firmly renewed confidence in his capability as a serious anal slayer that he prepared himself for the second time that evening to address Simon’s anus. Any residual doubt he might have had about his capability to deliver the goods was gone. As he rolled a fresh condom onto his cock, he felt it stiffening even further to attention – if that was even possible – as he prepared to redeem himself in Simon’s eyes.

With Simon still lying supine on his back on the bed, Brad now did for Simon what Simon had earlier done for him; he rolled a fresh rubber onto Simon’s massive boner of a fuck-stick – there was no better way to describe it at that moment. Brad then pushed a pillow under the bottom of his partner’s back to raise his buttocks slightly to give better access, knelt between his legs, which he then lifted and held more or less vertically against his own chest and shoulders, before proceeding to shaft Simon for the second time that evening.

But this was a totally different Brad to the man who had fucked Simon an hour or so previously.  Simon’s reassuring words had given him renewed confidence in his own capabilities. He now set about giving Simon a really profound demonstration of his signature technique, which was to make haste slowly. With his full nine inches of rock-hard man-meat inside his partner, he began by withdrawing himself, virtually fully, from Simon’s anus and then very firmly and smoothly, allowing Simon to enjoy the sensation as the full length of his cock re-descended into the innermost reaches of his hungry arse. But at the same time Simon, who was truly a master at all aspects of anal intercourse, flexed his anal sphincter muscles, tightening his anal grip on the thrusting penis, thereby heightening the sensation for Brad. It was the copulative equivalent of a ballet pas de deux in its execution; both partners played their parts to perfection, exactly as if the two of them had rehearsed every movement a thousand times. They had clearly been made for each other.

Then, steadily, but with ever increasing pressure and speed, Brad continued to fuck his partner for about five minutes, bringing both of them to that extraordinary state of erotic arousal, which immediately presages orgasm; it is as if one is on the edge of a metaphorical cliff and about fall off into a void. At that moment, Brad, judging that one more thrust from him would take them both over the edge into that exquisite state of nirvana, which is the ultimate destination of all sexual intercourse, withdrew himself completely from Simon, paused with his cock in the air for a brief moment, to the refrain of Simon crying plaintively:  “Brad, don’t stop; please don’t stop now; go on, go on; please go on.” And to these imploring strains of encouragement from his partner, Brad then plunged his full length back deep into his partner for the last time, thereby pushing both of them over the edge into the almost unbearable intensity of simultaneous orgasms.

It is hard to describe adequately how the two of them felt at that fateful moment when they both exploded together, into those exquisite few seconds of orgasm (is there a word other than exquisite adequately to describe the feeling?) when two men indulging in the act of anal sex, ejaculate their sperm simultaneously. All readers know what an orgasm feels like and why men, metaphorically, move heaven and earth to experience it.  But everyone will surely agree that there are different levels of orgasm. The five-finger, self-induced variety, practised by schoolboys and indeed, also by fully grown men, when they cannot find a partner at a moment when their sexual needs have become so urgent that they must be met, is but a faint shadow when compared to that produced by sexual intercourse, either hetero or gay, with another warm living body, with whom is shared that same glorious, but all too fleeting feeling.

But then there are occasions, like the one which had just taken place between Simon and Brad, where the sheer intensity of feelings experienced by both parties defies description, either verbal or written. If ever an act was destined to create a long-lasting sexual relationship between two young men, then what Brad had just done for Simon was it. Had the act of anal intercourse between men been publicly recognised as a legitimate homosexual activity – like wine-tasting, for instance – it would probably have given rise to a universally recognised, professional qualification: MAC – Master of Anal Copulation. And given Brad’s undoubted proficiency and his attention to detail, there is little doubt that he would have graduated to the degree of MAC with a starred first. But as no such degree existed or was even ever likely to, Brad had to content himself with the lavish praise which Simon now deluged him. To say that Simon had enjoyed the attention his anus had just received from Brad’s cock, was the understatement of all time. He had absolutely wallowed in the sensual feelings which Brad’s sexual efforts had aroused in him, and when it had come to the joint climax where they had both experienced orgasms of unbelievable intensity and shot their loads simultaneously, no words could even begin to describe how Simon now felt. He truly felt he was in that mythical place: the seventh heaven!

Continued in Chapter 9