The Service Station

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life.   Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental.  This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

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Tad was on his way home from school, when he looked up and saw Saul walking towards him, which wasn’t too great a surprise, seeing as how they both live on the same street.  But, they go to different schools though, Tadd goes to the local Secondary College, while Saul goes to the School of Music.  Not that that is the only difference between the two boys, Tad’s quite athletic.  He’s into running, which he’s very good at, and runs track at school, and goes to the gym a couple of days a week, not that he’s a muscle-bound ‘meathead’.  Tad can’t be too heavy, or he’d be no good on the track, but he’s very ‘toned’.  While Saul, on the other hand, is very thin and ‘willowy’, if he stood side on, you would barely be able to see him.  If he stuck his tongue out, he’d be a zipper.  Saul is almost completely straight up and down, while Tad has a lot of curves and is quite shapely, so he’s been told, Saul plays the violin, and Tad thinks he’s very good, not that Tad is into that sort of thing, but Saul played in a concert at Tad’s school once.  Tad heard one of the big schools in New York want Saul to go to school there to be in their music program.  Saul’s passed a lot of music exams and has performed in concerts all over the world, while Tad’s just into track and field, and looking good.

Anyway, they met at the end of their street, as I said they live on the same street, so they kind of know each other.  Enough to say ‘hi’ to each other, which they do, and Tad asked Saul if he’d made up his mind about New York, and Saul said he hadn’t.  Saul asked Tad how his training was going, and Tad said it was fine, and that was about the extent of any of their conversations.  I mean, you know, don’t get me wrong or anything, they do hang out together sometimes, it’s just that Tad is very athletic, and Saul’s not.  Saul’s into classical music and stuff, and Tad’s not.  Tad was just about to ask Saul what his plans were for the weekend when Tad’s phone rang.  “Hello?  Oh, hi Mr Rowe.  Oh,” Tad said after listening for a bit, “Ok.  That’s a shame.  Um, no.  If there’s nothing, you can do about it.  Sure, I’ll see you next weekend.  Bye.”

“Who was that?” Saul asked.

“Oh, no one just my boss…”

“Oh, you work then,” Saul asked, sounding mildly interested.  That’s another difference between them.  Saul’s parents are loaded, whereas Tad’s aren’t.

“Yeah.  I was supposed to work tonight, but my boss is sick…”

“Oh.  Can’t you, um, work there on your own?”

“Um, no.  Well, I could, it’s just because of my age.  If anything happened then, Mr Rowe would never forgive himself.”

“Oh.  Where do you work?”

“Oh.  Um, I work in a 24hr service station.  I work from 11 PM to 7 AM on the weekends.  Really I’m just there to clean the place.  The service station is out the back of Pakenham, and there’s not a lot of traffic there at night, so the night shift generally just cleans the place for the day shifts.”

“Oh.  So, why can’t you be there on your own?”

“Um.  Oh, it’s in case we get robbed or something.  But the security is very tight,” Tad hastened to add, “the doors are locked on a timer system.  So, you have to buzz the customers into the shop after 9 pm, and the pumps won’t work until you program them how much petrol the customer wants.”

“Oh, is the pay good?”

Now, I don’t want you to think Saul’s parents are snobs or anything; they’re not.  It’s just that the boys move in different circles.  Saul’s parents can afford to give him anything he wants, whereas Tad’s can’t.

“Um, it’s about $20.00 an hour.  I know it’s not much money,” Tad hasten to add, “but it helps with my gym fees.”

“Could anyone be with you at the service station?”
“Um.  I guess…”

“Well.  What about me?”

“Huh. Hmm.  What?”

What if I came to work with you tonight?  I’m sure mum and dad wouldn’t mind, and it’s not like I’m doing much this weekend anyway.”

“Um.  Gosh, I don’t know what to say.  I’m not sure Mr Rowe would go for it…”

“Well, call him and see.”

So, with that, Tad called Mr Rowe back and explained to him the very strange conversation he was having with his neighbour.  Well, his neighbour who lives on the other side of the street, and a few houses down.  Mr Rowe thought about it and said that if their parents said it was Ok.  Then he’d think about it.  I told Saul what Mr Rowe said.  So, the two boys, well young men really, as both boys were past their sixteenth year, shook hands and Saul went to talk to his parents, as Tad knew his parents were Ok with him going, as he always works there over the weekend anyway. 

Tad waited out the front of Saul’s house while Saul went in and talked to his parents.  After a bit, Saul called Tad inside so that he could explain to Saul’s parents just what they would be doing.  So, Tad went inside and told Saul’s parents that they would just be ‘glorified’ cleaners, really, and explained all the safety features of the station.  Saul’s dad asked Tad how they would get there, and Tad explained that Mr Rowe would normally pick him up and drive him out there.  Then Saul’s dad offered to drive the boys out there, but he wanted to talk to Mr Rowe himself first, so Tad called Mr Rowe back and handed his phone over to Saul’s dad, and then Saul’s dad talked to Mr Rowe.  The next thing Tad knew, Saul’s dad was offering to drive the boys out there and to pick them up in the morning.  So Tad thanked, Saul’s dad, very much and told Saul that he should try to get some sleep before Tad headed home to get in a couple of hours sleep himself.  Tad told Saul’s dad that he would be back around 10.  With that, Tad went home and went to bed.

Tad rocked back up at Saul’s house just before 10, and Saul answered the door.  His greeting of ‘Hi’ seemed to just die on his lips as he looked Tad up and down.  “Is that our uniform?” he asked, somewhat taken aback.

“Hmm.  Uh, what?” Tad replied as the reason for Saul’s question dawned on him, “Oh, no,” Tad laughed.  Then explained that he was going to the gym after work, as he normally did on a Saturday, which is why he was wearing his long compression tights, plus Tad liked the way his legs looked and felt with the skin-tight leggings hugging his legs.  Tad dropped his bag off his shoulder and rummaged around in it until he found his shorts and pulled them on over the top.  “Better,” Tad asked, holding his arms out to the sides and giving a small turn in front of Saul, and Saul mumbled something that kind of sounded like, ‘um, yeah, sure,’ as he stood aside and let Tad into his house.  Tad thanked Mr Thomas, Saul’s dad, for allowing Saul to work tonight, and for offering to take the two boys there.  To which Mr Thomas replied that it wasn’t a problem.

So, they all piled into the car, and drove out to the Service Station, as it was after 10, Mr Thomas got to see some of the safety features first hand, as Red, the guy behind the counter had to buzz them all in.  Tad gave Mr Thomas, and Saul, the grand tour and showed them some of the other safety features, like the safe that was clearly marked as being on a timer system, as well as having a dye bomb if the safe was forced open.  When Red let the boys into the console, Tad pointed out the personal safety alarm that went back to the security company, and Police, as well as the book that the guards from the security company had to sign in each time they did a round every three hours.  Mr Tomas said he was happy with what he’d seen and that he would be back for the two boys in the morning at 7.

Tad introduced Saul to Red and left Saul to look around the shop while Red and Tad did handover.  Just before 11, Red left for the night.  Tad told Saul he could stay in the Staffroom if he wanted too, Tad had already told Saul to bring some stuff to do, while Tad worked cleaning the place.  “I’m going out the back to clean the toilets, but don’t worry,” Tad told Saul, as he showed Saul the buzzer he was carrying, “this will let me know if someone runs over one of the driveway alarms.”  With that, both boys went their separate ways, Tad to the cleaners’ room, and Saul to man the console.

As it was only the two of them there, and Saul was going to be staying in the Staffroom mostly, Tad ditched the shorts and just walked around in his full-length compression tights.  As Tad found they are super comfortable, and he always feels like a bit of a ‘dweeb’ wearing the shorts over the top of them, even at the gym. Tad reasons that the tights being compression tights didn’t allow people to see anything discernible anyway. Tad figured that it wasn’t like his left nut was going to suddenly ‘pop out’ or anything.  So, Tad told Saul that he had to stay in the console so he could let Tad back in when he’d finished the toilets.  Then Tad grabbed the cleaning stuff and headed out back for the loos, which are always pretty rank.  It always amazes Tad what some people’ll do in a public toilet, and he swore that if he ever caught them, he’d make them clean up after themselves, eventually.  He’d want to have a ‘talk’ to them first though.  In the meantime, Tad just mucked in and got the job done.  Being the middle of summer, it was a pretty hot night, and it wasn’t too long before Tad had removed his t-shirt and tucked it into the back of his tights.  While he got on and finished the toilets.  When Tad had finished the outside toilets, he had to go back inside to do the Staff toilet.

After Saul had let Tad back in, Saul asked Tad what he was doing and if he needed a hand.  Tad explained that all he was doing was some cleaning, but it was Ok as it was what he always did during his shifts.  So, with that Tad, in turn, asked Saul what he was doing and Saul said that he was studying a piece of music he had to learn for a recital he had coming up.  Tad asked him where his violin was, and Saul said he didn’t need it, with a smile on his face he was just mentally going over the piece to see how it was written and if there were any parts he thought he might have problems with.  Saul said it was a bit like a golfer walking a new golf course so he could see how it was laid out and if the golfer thought there might be any ‘tricky’ bits.  “Oh,” was all Tad could think of to say, “Oh.  Ok.”

So, Tad went through and cleaned the Staff toilet; Tad also used the time to do some stretches as well, for example, while he was standing in front of the toilet he was keeping his legs very straight while bending just at the waist to clean the toilet.  Tad could feel his calves and the backs of his thighs stretching, but, as he was cleaning the loo, he wasn’t paying too much attention to anything else.  Tad had a secret confession, and that was that he liked the way he could feel the back seam of his compression tights disappeared into his arse crack when he bent over like this.  So, Tad had a lot on his mind just then and didn’t hear the door open, nor did he hear Saul enter the washroom, so Tad was taken by surprise when he heard a very soft, but still audible ‘fuck me’ coming from behind himself.  Tad looked through the crack between his legs and could see parts of Saul’s legs standing there.

“Oh, sorry mate,” Tad said as he stood up, “did you want to use the toilet?” he asked Saul.

“Um.  No,” Saul said, seeming a bit flustered, “um, I just needed to pee.  And, um, I forgot you were in here.  Um,” Saul continued seemingly to go a little red, “I just need to pee,” he finished lamely.  Saul looked around wildly, and his eyes alighted on the urinal, “Um.  Is it Ok if, um, I use this?” he asked, indicating the urinal, “’cause I really need to piss,” he added.

“Yeah.  Sure,” Tad replied, a bit nonplussed, as he turned his attention back to the toilet and his stretches.

By the time Tad had finished cleaning the Staff toilet and locker room, he’d worked up quite a sweat.  Tad headed out to the shop to get a drink, and as he passed through the Staffroom, he was going to ask Saul if he wanted anything, but Saul wasn’t there.  So, Tad went through to the shop, but still couldn’t see Saul anywhere, so he helped himself to a drink, and turned back to wondering where Saul had got too.  Tad was just about to check the storeroom in case Saul had decided to check the stock out, although why he’d want to do that was beyond Tad.  Tad had just turned to head in that general direction when he heard the driveway bell go.  Tad hurried back into the console, pulling on his t-shirt, on the way, and picked up his shorts, and he was just about to pull them on when he saw Saul’s head walk past the window.  That boy has the longest hair, Tad thought, but he did like it the way Saul keeps it pulled up into a samurai-style loop thingy at the back of his head.  Tad buzzed him back into the shop.

“What the hell are you doing out there?” Tad demanded of Saul after he’d buzz him back in.

“Oh, um, I just wanted to have a look around.  Sorry, I thought it’d be Ok.  Um, I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed outside.”

“Look,” Tad said as he ran his hand back through his very damp hair which showed the muscles on the sides of his chest of to perfection, “if something were to have happened to you, I wouldn’t have known where you were.  And I need to be able to account for you if there’s an emergency.  If anything happens.  You’re my responsibility, mate, Ok?”

Tad explained to Saul some of the dangers at length, but for a guy who’s supposedly only walked around the building, Tad thought Saul looks awfully flushed.  Even if Saul was super unfit, it’s not that big a building.  You could walk around the whole thing in a minute or two.  Anyway, Tad put it out of his head, while he got on with the cleaning.  Tad still had the floors to mop and the shelves and fridges to restock.  Before going outside and making sure everything was neat and tidy and restocked out there as well.  Tad also has to check all the gauges and make sure that the reading on the pumps was the same as the computer screen in the consul.  Just to ensure that they order the right amounts of the different fuels.

So, while Tad got on and finished his work, Saul went back to his study.  Tad washed the floors, and Saul gave him a hand restocking the shelves and fridges.  Until the only thing left to do was cleaning up outside.  Tad told Saul he was going outside and that Saul needed to sit in the console to let him back in when he’d finished.  Saul sat in the console and watched Tad working outside.  Saul obviously found the sound system, as suddenly Tad was surrounded by music.  Now.  Tad has a pretty good sense of rhythm, even if he says so himself, and he does, often, so he started to move his hips in time with the music.  Tad goes out dancing twice a week during the week.  Tad has even been offered a job of a go-go dancer at one of the clubs he frequents; he certainly has the body for it.  The fact that he can dance as well was an added bonus.  It pays a shitload more than working at the Service station does, but Tad feels he kinda owes Mr Rowe.  So, while Tad was moving from one spot to next, he busted out a few dance moves.

When Tad had finally finished putting all the equipment that had been left lying around away and restocking the buckets and squeegees, as well as washing all the outside of the windows, he stood outside the windows of the console and asked Saul to let me back in.

“Strip.  Dancing boy” was all Saul said in reply over the speaker system.

“Come on,” Tad replied a little exasperated.

Saul just sat there shaking his head, with a wicked grin on his face.

Just then a really good dance track came on, so, doing a backflip in midair Tad gave in.  He busted a few dance moves.  Threw in another couple of mid-air tumble turns, and ended up really close to the glass, and while Tad had turned around and was shaking his arse at Saul.  Tad very slowly, seductively, hooked his thumbs into the back of the waistband of his tights and incredibly slowly began to drag the top of his tights down until he felt the top of his arse crack was showing, and then stopped and pulled them back up.  “Hey,” Saul’s voice came over the speaker system, “I said ‘strip’, boy!”

Tad pointed up to the corner of the canopy and shouted “cameras.  We’re being monitored.”

Saul went bright red and let Tad back in.  Tad laughed at Saul before he turned away and went through the doors before they closed again.

“What’s up?  You look like you’ve just been sprung with your hand in the biscuit tin,” Tad said to Saul as he entered the console.

“Um, are there really cameras out there?” Saul asked.

“Of course, there are.  There has to be, especially now with all the vandals and drive-offs out there, as well as people trying to steal whatever they can get their hands on.  Why?”

“Um. When I was out the back…”

“Yes,” Tad drawled with one of his eyebrows cocked.

“Um.  Well.  Ah, um.”

“For fuck's sake, Saul spit it out!  What did you do?”

“Um, when I said I went out earlier to have a look around,”

“Yesss,”

“Well, I really went out the back and had a wank…”

Tad couldn’t help himself, and he burst out laughing.  “You what?”
“I had a wank,” Saul said, going an even deeper shade of red if that was humanly possible.

“In the toilets, I hope?”

“Um”

“Fuck! ‘Um’ is not the answer I was hoping for,” but then Tad couldn’t help himself; he started to laugh that much harder.

“What’s so funny,” Saul asked, somewhat mortified.

When Tad could eventually draw breath, he told Saul that he’s probably put on a one-man sex show for the security guys; Tad went on to explain that all the security footage is monitored just in case of an emergency.  Tad thought Saul was going to die of embarrassment.

“Relax,” Tad said, “they only check the footage if someone steals something.”

“Oh,” was all Saul managed to say.

Tad laughed at Saul some more before grabbing his school work out of his bag.  Tad set himself up on the counter in the console and settled in, while Saul went back to the Staffroom.  To be honest, Tad had forgotten about Saul being there.  Tad had done most of his schoolwork and was leaning back in the chair, with his feet up on the counter, with his head buried deep in the book he had to read for English.  When Tad suddenly became aware of someone standing beside him, Tad looked up at Saul, just in time to see Saul’s eyes flicker back to Tad’s face.

“Hey, mate,” Tad said, “were you just checkin’ me out?” he finished somewhat suspiciously.

“Hmm, um, what? Noo,” Saul replied.

“Well, if you weren’t.  Why are you going bright red?” Tad laughed.

“Shut the fuck up,” Saul spat at him.  Which only made Tad laugh that much harder.  “Whatcha reading?” Saul eventually asked him.

“Some stupid stuff for English.  Hey, do you guys do English?”

Now it was Saul’s turn to laugh at Tad.  “Of course we do.  We do all the same subjects that you guys do; we just have ‘other’ classes mixed in.”

“Oh.”  Tad said, “he’d always wondered. He just thought…”

“What.  Because we are mussos, we don’t need to talk proper?”

“No,” Tad replied.  Now it was his turn to go red because that was exactly what he’d thought.

Saul spread his music out on the counter, while he was shaking his head and went back to studying the music while yawning very loudly.  Tad smirked to himself because it can be like that for the first couple of weeks.  Tad stretched and gladly put his book away.  “Haven’t you learnt that piece yet?” he asked Saul.

“Of course,” Saul replied, “I could probably play the whole piece with my eyes closed.”

Tad looked at him, sceptically, “bullshit!”

“Nope!  If I had my violin here, I’d prove it.”

“Hmm,” was the only thing Tad could think of to say.  Tad looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 5:30.  Tad told Saul that their shift was almost over and that he’d better get on and clean up their mess and get ready to go home.  Jake, the guy who was taking over from Tad, arrived around 6:30 AM so that he and Tad could do a handover, then all the two boys had to do was to wait for Saul’s dad to turn up at 7 AM, which he did just on 7.  So both boys piled into the car, and Mr Tomas took the boys home.

Saul to go to bed and catch up on some sleep, Tad to grab his bike and ride over to the Gym for a couple of hours.

**************

Monday afternoon Saul went over to Tad’s to get his pay, but his eyes nearly bugged out of his head when Tad opened the door, as Tad was wearing nothing but a pair of very skimpy hot pink fluro, string bikini jocks.  Most of Tad’s pubic bush was hanging out the top of his jocks, and Saul would have sworn blind if you’d asked him, that he could easily see the top ridge of Tad’s cock poking up over the straining waistband of Tad’s jocks.  While Saul could plainly see the sides of Tad’s nuts as they almost hung out of the leg bands of his jocks.  Saul wondered to himself why the fuck Tad even bothered to wear his jocks at all, as Saul could plainly see the outline of Tad’s cock without any trouble at all.

Tad invited Saul in, and led the way, into the lounge room.  When Tad turned around to lead the way back into the house, Saul got an instant boner, if he thought the front of Tad’s jocks were obscene, there’s no word that Saul could think of, right there and then to describe the back view of Tad’s jocks.  Normally.  Normally, unless the guy was wearing a G-string, you’d expect to see some material disappearing between the tops of the guy’s legs, but with the jocks, Tad was wearing, there was nothing, well nothing that Saul could see anyway disappearing between Tad’s legs.  All Saul could see was nothing but skin, with the hot pink fluro jocks coming out of Tad’s arse crack, about a quarter of the way up, but it was only the smallest triangle of hot pink fluro material with just a couple of strips of hot pink fluro material connecting it to the waistband. Clearly, the waistband had no hope of ever reaching Tad’s waist.  In fact, Saul guestimated that there was a good quarter of Tad’s arse that was exposed above the waistband of Tad’s jocks.  But fuck if it weren’t for that very small triangle of material that covered Tad’s arse, he might as well have been wearing a G-string, or nothing if Saul was being truthful.

“So, I’ve got your pay for the other night…”

“Hmm?  Um, what?”

“Your pay,” Tad replied as he began snapping his fingers in front of Saul’s face.

“What?” Saul said as he shook his head while he tried to grab Tad’s hand, “What did you say?”  Saul asked, starting to get a little pissed.

“Relax,” Tad laughed as he turned and walked over to the mantelpiece and picked up an envelope.  He turned around and walked back to Saul and gave it to him.

Saul thanked him distractedly.

“Hey, mate, unless, of course, you see something else you’d like to have more?” Tad asked as he rubbed his crotch suggestively, which he knew he really didn’t have too.  Saul didn’t know where to look.  “Now, what did you want me to do the other night?  Oh yes, that’s right,” Tad said as he turned his back on Saul, and began moving his hips suggestively to music that only he could hear.  Tad grabbing his jocks by the waistband, he slowly dragged them down over his arse, of course, he had to spread his legs a little wider to release the fabric that was caught up between his legs.  Tad continued pushing his jocks down over his large thighs, and by the time his jocks were at Tad’s knees, Saul could see Tad’s arse cheeks beginning to separate.  By the time Tad was pushing his jocks down his calves and getting ready to release them, to let them fall to the floor, Saul had a very clear view of Tad’s hole.  As Tad went to step out of his jocks, Saul turned and fled.  Not only from the room but the house as well.  As Saul wrenched the front door open, he felt something damp hit him on the side of the face and land on his shoulder.  Saul ran down the front stairs and was at the front gate; in fact, he was halfway down the street before he even thought to see what Tad had thrown at him.  Saul reached up and pulled Tad’s very damp hot pink fluro jocks from off his shoulder.  In embarrassment, Saul stuffed them in his pocket while he hurried back home, hoping that no one had noticed the hot pink fluro material on his shoulder.  From the moment Saul had turned and fled from Tad, he was chased all the way home by Tad’s laughter.  Saul vaguely registered that Tad had closed his front door at some point.

Saul reached his place and charged through his front gate, up the front path, up the front step and through the front door.  Saul vaguely registered the fact that his dad said something to him and Saul mumbled something back.  Saul gained his room.  Closed the door and resting back against the door, he slid down the door and sat on the floor.  He pulled Tad’s jocks out of his pocket and buried his nose in the little bits of material that made up the pair of jocks, and inhaled deeply and cracked an instant fat.  Saul fumbled with his pants in his haste to be able to get to his cock, and as soon as he had gotten his pants open, and got his hands on his cock, he began fisting it, as hard and as fast as he could.  Saul could feel himself getting close when he suddenly realised that he had nothing to clean himself up with.  With great strength of will, Which Saul didn’t know he had, he let his cock go and sat very still and willed the sensation to go away.  As Saul‘s cock slowly began to deflate, and he decided he could move again, Saul got himself to his feet and winced as the tender skin of his cock got caught in the teeth of his zip.  Then with his cock still hanging out of his pants, Saul walked over to his bed with Tad’s damp jocks still held against his nose.

He shucked himself out of his pants and pulled his t-shirt off over his head and laid naked on his bed and grabbed hold of his stiffening cock.  Saul inhaled deeply of Tad’s musky scent.  As he rubbed Tad’s damp jocks, what there was of them anyway, all over his face.  Then, almost by surprise, Saul shot his first load of hot ropey cum all over his chest, he even thought he got a spot on his chin, and he lay there on the bed trying to catch his breath.  While still holding Tad’s damp jocks to his nose.  As he gradually got his breathing under control, Saul, on a whim scooped up some of his cum, and before he could change his mind, he swallowed his cum and licked his fingers clean afterwards. Then deciding that he didn’t mind the taste, so much so, that he scooped up the rest of his cum and swallowed that as well before licking his fingers clean again.

Unsurprisingly, Saul could feel his cock beginning to thicken again.  Thinking ‘what the hell’, Saul grabbed hold of his growing cock and began to stroke it, all the while holding Tad’s damp jocks to his nose.  When Saul had scooped up his second load of cum and ate that as well, Saul decided, very, very reluctantly that he’d better return Tad’s jocks to him.  So, Saul got himself up off his bed, cleaned himself up, and got dressed, and stuffing Tad’s jocks back into his pocket, he left his room and headed back to Tad’s place.

Where once again Saul found himself knocking on Tad’s front door, but this time Tad answered the door totally naked.  “Yes.”  Tad asked doing a terrible imitation of an olde worlde English butler, “Can I help you, Mi Lord?”

“Yeah.  Um, I’ve come to return your, um, jocks,” Saul replied.

Tad just continued to stand in the doorway, “Um, what?  You didn’t want to keep them?”

“Um, why?  I’m more a boxer man myself,” retorted Saul.

“Oh,” Tad said, monetarily stunned, “um, didn’t you want to use them…for…anything?”

“Like, what?” Saul replied realising that he might actually have the upper hand for a change, “what?” Saul continued with a puzzled expression on his face.  “What did you think I was going to do with them?”

Meanwhile, Tad, who had been enjoying himself all weekend, up until this point that is, was surprised to find that he was now on the back foot and feeling a bit unsure as to how he got there.  Saul pushed Tad in the centre of his chest, propelling Tad backwards into his own house.  Saul experienced a small electric shock racing up his arm when his hand made contact with the very firm flesh of Tad’s sculptured chest.  Saul followed Tad back into his house, as Saul kicked the front door closed.  Tad gathered Saul into an embrace and tilting his head downwards; his lips sought Saul’s.  When Tad’s lips found Saul’s lips, Tad’s lips locked onto Saul’s, and Tad sucked Saul’s tongue into his mouth, and both boys stood in the entrance way, one fully clothed, and the other completely naked — sharing a very passionate kiss.  They broke the kiss off, eventually.  Tad grabbed Saul’s hand and led him deeper into the house.  Which allowed Saul to watch the play of Tad’s muscles up and down his back, Saul could also see the two meaty globes of Tad’s arse as they flexed and relaxed as Tad walked in front of him leading the way to his room.  They entered Tad’s room, and Tad let go of Saul’s hand, he moved around Saul and closing his bedroom door he leaned back against it.  “So, is this what you wanted?” Tad asked, his voice a little rough, as he slid his right hand down his naked chest.  Over his abs, and seemingly as though he was going to be able to part his thick pubic bush like Moses did the red sea, Tad’s hand continued down and grabbed hold of his still limp cock.

Saul just stood there, as though he was mesmerised by the very naked Tad standing before him, holding his limp cock in his right hand.  Not that a naked Tad isn’t mesmerising on his own, because he totally is.  No, Saul had a slightly different problem, now that he was confronted by the totally naked Tad.  Saul didn’t know what to do with a naked Tad now that he had one.

Saul’s not a virgin, per se, let’s just say he’s not very experienced.  I would like to be generous and say he’s had a few sexual partners, but, unfortunately, that would be a lie.  Saul’s only had sex with one other person, and even then, it was a very quick fumble with the other guy’s pants.  I’m not saying either boy was premature, but there was not much more in it really.  It was both boys first time and until then Saul’s only time.  So, for Saul to be confronted by a naked Tad, let alone a very naked Tad hanging onto his limp cock, was something Saul had only ever dreamed about before.  A lot!

Tad, unsure if he’d read the signals right, little though they were, that Saul had given out, meant what Tad thought they might mean, and was wondering if he’d just made a huge mistake.  But then Saul had returned his kiss.  So, armed with this thought, Tad reached up and cradled the base of Saul’s head in both of his hands, leaned in for another kiss that again Saul returned.  The feel of his naked body pressed up against the rough texture of Saul’s clothed body, was having the desired effect on Tad’s cock, and it continued to slowly rise to the occasion.  Letting go of Saul’s head, after breaking off the kiss, but keeping their faces very close together, Tad reached down for the hem of Saul’s t-shirt and grabbing hold of it, Tad pulled it up and over Saul’s head, dropping it on the floor, as Saul leaned in for another kiss.  Tad, while lip locked with Saul, fumbled with the buckle of Saul’s belt.  Having got the belt undone, Tad undid the button of Saul’s jeans but hesitated when he’d grabbed the pull tab of Saul’s zip.

In the moment of Tad’s indecision, Saul reached down and grabbing hold of Tad’s hand that held the pull tab of his zipper.  Saul pushed the zipper down, opening his jeans.  Realising he was effectively giving the green light, Tad grabbed hold of the sides of the top of Saul’s jeans and pushed them down Saul’s legs, which caused Tad to squat in front of Saul.  Which brought Tad’s face almost eye level with Saul’s navel, and as Tad exhaled he could see the tiny hairs on Saul’s lower abdomen moving in the slight breeze his breath made.

Tad was mesmerised by the look of Saul’s coal black pubes, which stood out in stark contrast to Saul’s milky white skin.  Tad could also smell the musky, starchy smell of Saul’s slightly damp crotch, and the scent of him drove Tad wild with desire.

Saul sucked in a lungful of air as he felt Tad swallow his cock right down to the root after Tad had pushed Saul’s boxers to the floor.  Saul could feel Tad’s breathe as it moved his pubic hair.  Reflectively, Saul reached down and entwined his fingers in Tad’s hair thinking he’d make Tad give up his cock.  Saul revelled in the sensation of his cock buried deep down Tad’s throat, but, while Saul’s fingers were extremely nimble and lightning quick.  They were no match for the strength of Tad, and Tad pulled off Saul’s cock long enough for him have a quick breath, only to plunge back down on to Saul’s cock once again.  Saul, still with his useless fingers entwined in Tad’s hair, could only gasp as he felt Tad swallow his cock whole once again.  Saul changed his grip slightly, wanting to be the one who controlled the pace, but again, he discovered just how woefully inadequate he was to the task, but still he had to try.

Tad, meanwhile, was breathing in the scent of Saul’s pubic bush, mixed with the still damp smell of Saul’s cum from Saul’s earlier ministrations, when he started to pull off Saul’s cock.  Saul was stuck.  He’d desperately wanted Tad to suck his cock, well really, Saul had wanted desperately to suck Tad’s cock.  Never dreaming that Tad’d suck his cock, well he had dreamed about it, but never in a million years did Saul ever think that Tad would even want to suck his cock.  While Saul was trying to get that all right in his head, he didn’t realise that Tad had stopped sucking his cock and was now standing in front of him, once again.  That was until Saul felt himself being lifted up by Tad, and cradled in his arms, and seeing as their faces were so close, Saul leaned in for a kiss, and Tad willingly obliged.

Then, with his cock pointing the way, Tad carried Saul over and laid him on Tad’s bed, Tad leaned down and kissed Saul lightly on the lips, before standing up and making shooing motions with his hands.  Saul scooted across the bed, and Tad climbed up on top of the bed and straddled Saul when he stopped moving across the bed.

Tad leaned down for another kiss, while he reached around and undid Saul’s hair tie.  Saul reached up and pulled Tad down into a kiss, and when they broke it off, Tad went exploring.  Tad made his slow way down Saul’s body making little kisses and taking little nips of Saul’s skin as he went, which seemed to Saul, as though he was getting very small electrical charges.  Almost like static electricity playing up and down his skin.  Saul was acutely aware of Tad’s breath on his skin as Tad exhaled.  Tad pinched and flicked Saul’s paps until they rose and stood out from Saul’s skin in almost impossibly tight pinpricks of pain and pleasure in almost equal measure.  So that, when Tad dropped his tongue on each of them, before clamping them gently in his teeth and gently biting them, almost sent Saul over the edge before Tad continued his journey of exploration of Saul’s body.

Saul, meanwhile, was suddenly struck by a mental image of his naked body, almost as if it was being reflected back to him in a mirror, which suddenly made him feel very self-conscious of his own skinny body.  Especially when he compared that to the image of Tad’s incredibly toned, athletic body, and suddenly, Saul felt too embarrassed to stay.  So, he began to squirm and buck underneath Tad, until he managed to dislodge Tad from off top of himself.  Saul reached out and grabbed the bedcovers of Tad’s bed and tried to cover himself up.

Tad, thrown off to the side of Saul, lifted himself up on one elbow as he watched Saul hurriedly covering himself with the bedclothes.  “What’re you doing?” Tad asked.

“Um, I’m embarrassed,” Saul replied in a small voice, as he tried to free the bedclothes from under Tad without any success.

“What for?” a somewhat puzzled Tad asked.

“Um, well.  You’re all buffed, and the people you see at the gym are all buffed, and the people you dance with at the club are all ‘athletic’ and ‘stuff’….”

“And buffed?”  Tad asked in a puzzled voice, with a small smile playing around his lips.

“Yes,” Saul said as he continued to try in vain to get the bedclothes out from under Tad.

“So?  I don’t understand.”

“Well, I’m not…” Saul replied, going a lovely shade of red, “and I’m embarrassed.  So.  If I could just have my clothes back….”

Tad laughed, a deep throaty laugh that under other circumstances Saul would have found dead sexy.  “Of course you don’t look like them.  I know that!  But I’m still here, aren’t I?  I chased you if I remember rightly.  I made sure you ‘caught’ me in just my jocks…”

“You mean….?”
“Of course, you idiot.  I knew the other night at the Service Station that you were at least interested in me, before that I had no idea…”

“You mean you knew all this time…?”

“Well, not exactly.  Not at first.  But when I caught you checking me out, I wondered if maybe… Then when you came to the house, I thought I’d let you ‘catch me in my jocks’ and see what happens.  But then you practically ran out of here, so fast that I thought maybe I was wrong.

But then when you came back…” Tad trailed off.

“So, you don’t mind that I’m all skin and bones?”

“You’re here, aren’t you?  In my room, aren’t you?  On my bed, naked with me, aren’t you???”

“Well, I suppose.”

“I don’t think it means that either of us loves each other,”  ‘Well,’ thought Saul to himself, “I just wanted to see how far you were willing to go.  But.  If you don’t want to,” Tad finished up as he started to clamber over Saul to get off the bed, “then I guess you’d better get dressed.”  Tad finished up as he was just about to reach the edge of the bed.

“Hang on a minute,” Saul said as he grabbed a hold of Tad’s arm, “I didn’t say I didn’t want to. Fuck.  I’ve been dreaming about this for years…”

“You have,” Tad replied a little stunned as he froze in place teetering on the edge of the mattress.

“Um, yeah,” Saul said with feeling, “who wouldn’t want to fuck you…”

“Well, that’s true,” Tad replied a little cocky, with a little wobble of his head, “so, do you want to continue… or… what?”

Saul reached over and pulled Tad into a kiss, while Tad reached over and threw the covers off Saul, and when they broke the kiss off, Tad went back exploring.  Tad licked an outline for Saul’s abs, as he continued his way back to Saul’s cock.  Tad wasn’t surprised to find Saul’s cock was still ram-rod stiff as it held itself a little bit off Saul’s skin of his lower abdomen.  Tad nipped the head of Saul’s cock with his lips, licking up the drops of pre-cum from off the skin of Saul’s abdomen that was leaking out of Saul’s cock.  Now, because of the way he was crouched between Saul’s legs, Tad could feel Saul’s toes as they curled on pleasure.  Tad continued to nip the skin of Saul’s cock shaft, as he made his way down to Saul’s balls.  Tad forced his tongue between Saul’s nuts as his tongue hooked itself under Saul’s ball bag, and with the strength of his tongue alone, Tad pulled Saul’s nuts up until he let them fall over, and cover the base of Saul’s shaft.

Using one hand to keep Saul’s out of the way, and using his elbows to force Saul’s legs apart, gave Tad unfettered access to Saul’s perineum, and Tad lapped at it; seemingly almost lazily.  To Saul, it felt as though Tad’s tongue was so wide that he could feel it lapping at the very tops of his inner thighs.

Saul had no idea that sex could be so good!  He changed his grip in Tad’s hair and now held the back of Tad’s head as he tried to force Tad’s face deeper between his legs.  But, it didn’t matter how much force Saul exerted on the back of Tad’s head as he couldn’t move it an inch, Tad was just too strong.  But Tad liked to know that Saul was enjoying himself so much.

Tad lapped his way down towards Saul’s waiting, aching hole.  Saul was desperate for Tad to start paying his arse hole some attention and almost shot through the wall that the bed was pushed up against when he felt Tad begin to nibble at the edge of his almost virgin hole.  Saul got lost in the sensations that were emanating from his hole.  Tad pushed Saul’s legs up towards Saul’s chest so that he could get better access to Saul’s hole.

With strength, he never knew he had; Saul managed to pull Tad off his hole as he looked into Tad’s questioning gaze.  “Fuck me,” was all Saul could think off to say.

“Are you sure?”  Tad asked.

“Yes,” growled Saul, as he tried to pull Tad up towards his face, enough to kiss him.  But again Tad proved just how much stronger he was than Saul as he pulled his head free of Saul’s grip, as he leant over and pulled open the bottom drawer.  As he fished around for his tube of lube that he kept in there, amongst other ‘things’.

Tad lubed up one finger, and then he reached down and began to scratch at Saul’s hole as he very slowly ran his finger around the outside of the lip of Saul’s arse.  As he slowly drew his finger into the centre of Saul’s hole, Tad slowly applied more and more pressure until he felt his finger overcome Saul’s sphincter.  Saul let out a very low, loud moan at the same time.  Tad took that as all the encouragement that he needed to explore Saul’s hole with his finger.  With his finger buried almost down to the root in Saul’s arse hole, Tad turned his hand so that he could apply pressure to Saul’s perineum at the same time.  Tad moved up until he could kiss Saul, while he continued to move his finger as deep in Saul’s arse as he could get it.  While he was lip-locked with Saul, Tad inserted a second finger inside Saul’s arse, and Tad was rewarded by Saul’s sharp intake of breath.

Tad broke off their kiss as he continued to move his fingers inside Saul’s arse, and looking down at him; Tad asked if he was sure.

OK, sure, Saul masturbates, I mean who doesn’t?  And sure, he’d fingered the outside of his hole before, but this was so different.  It was so much better!  Saul was sure he could feel every little hair he had ‘down there’ being moved by Tad’s hand and finger.  So, when Tad asked him if he was sure, all Saul could do was bite his bottom lip and nod at Tad.  Tad pulled his fingers out of Saul’s arse, with an audible pop!  “What are you doing?” asked a panicked Saul.

Tad looked down and gave a little chuckle, “relax, I’m just getting a condom.”

“Don’t!” Saul replied a little more forcefully than he intended.  “But…” Tad began before Saul broke him off.  “Just fuck me now.”

“Well.  If that’s what you want,” Tad said a little hesitantly but was spurred on by the slight nod of Saul’s head.  So, Tad rocked back on his haunches while he slathered his cock in lube.  Tad leaned forward as he lined the head of his cock up with the opening of Saul’s arse, and with the head of his cock pushing hard up against the tightly closed sphincter of Saul’s arse.  Tad positioned himself so that he could kiss Saul, and while Tad’s tongue was exploring Saul’s mouth, he applied enough pressure so that the head of his cock overcame Saul’s sphincter and the head of Tad’s cock rested just inside Saul’s almost virgin arse.  Tad felt Saul’s sharp intake of breath, and when he opened his eyes, Tad could see Saul’s eyes scrunched tightly closed, as he began to pant with the pain emanating from his arse.  Tad just laid still kissing all over Saul’s face until he felt Saul get control of his breathing again.  And then, and only then did Tad apply more pressure with his hips, effectively forcing his mammoth cock into Saul’s arse hole.  Tad went so slowly to try and allow time for Saul’s arse to adjust to the intrusion of his cock as he forced it into Saul’s arse, as he made it his own.

When Tad’s pelvis pushed up against Saul’s arse, Saul’s eyes flew open in surprise.  Tad looked down at Saul and gave a little laugh, and went back to kissing Saul’s face as he left his cock buried balls deep in Saul’s arse.  When they locked lips again, Tad very slowly pulled his cock out of Saul’s arse until he could feel Saul’s sphincter close around the base of the head of his cock.  Again, Tad held very still so that Saul’s arse could get used to the feeling of the absence of his cock which had just filled Saul’s arse chute.

Tad pushed his cock back into Saul’s arse, but this time he didn’t leave it in situ quite as long, particularly as his own needs and wants began to take over and he began driving his cock in and out of Saul’s arse.  Tad picked up the speed until he was finally fucking Saul for all he was worth.  Tad got so carried away with his fucking, and racing towards his own inevitable climax that he forgot about Saul for the last part.  It wasn’t until he felt his cock spew its load of hot, ropey cum deep in Saul’s bowels, that Tad opened his eyes in time to see the look of pain that passed over Saul’s face.

“I…I’m sorry, Tad stumbled at Saul as he went to pull his cock out of Saul’s battered arse, but Saul wasn’t having any of that.  He grabbed hold of Tad in a bear hug as he felt his own cock shoot its own load of cum between their two bodies, and Saul’s body shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm.

When he finally came down for his intense high and got his breathing under control, Saul looked up into Tad’s face and smiled at him.  Leaving his softening cock deep inside Saul’s arse, Tad kissed Saul tenderly on the lips, as both boys basked in the after-glow of their sex.  And when, with the movement of Tad’s body, Tad’s cock was eventually pulled out of Saul’s arse enough for it to fall out the rest of the way on its own, Tad moved up a bit more and tipped both boys on their sides.  That was how they fell asleep, entwined in each other’s embrace.

Saul was the first to wake up, probably because his arse hurt like hell, and it took him a moment to realise just where he was and what had happened, and as his vision pulled into focus, the memory of what had happened a short time ago bloomed in his head.  Saul laid very still, as he didn’t want to disturbed Tad and took the time to really study Tad’s face.  From his high forehead down his Romanesque nose, taking in Tad’s closed eyes that this close looked enormous with the longest lashes Saul thinks he’s ever seen on another male before.  Saul’s gaze travelled down to Saul’s thin-lipped mouth, and Saul was surprised to see that Tad slept with the very centre of his lips very slightly open, and Saul thinks he loves that the most about Tad.  Not that Saul’d ever say anything to Tad, no, it’d just be one of those things that only he knows about Tad.

Tad rolled over in his sleep pulling his arm from off Saul and flung it over the other side of the bed, and Saul froze in case he’d moved and disturbed Tad in some way.  But as Tad didn’t show any signs of waking that very minute, Saul went back to inventorying Tad’s body, moving from Tad’s lips down over his chin.  Which Saul thought he loved, particularly as he tried to decide if there was the beginning of a cleft in Tad’s chin or not.  Saul’s eyes travelled down Tad’s throat, and Saul could see the vein pulsing in Tad’s neck.  Saul moved his head minutely so that he didn’t disturb Tad, but also so that he could look at the rest of Tad while he slept.  Saul loved watching Tad’s chest rise and fall with his every breath.  Saul realised that Tad had a dusting of chest hair around his paps that Saul hadn’t noticed before, not that Saul had ever had an opportunity to study Tad’s body as he did now.  Saul raised his head a little so that he could see Tad’s abdomen better; Saul loved Tad’s abdominal muscles that he could just see under Tad’s skin.

As Saul raised his head even further so that he could see Tad’s pubic bush, Saul realised that he had pulled himself free from Tad’s arm altogether.  Saul froze, while he waited to see if he’d disturbed Tad with the movement, but as Tad continued to sleep, Saul thought he was safe enough to move.  So, very slowly, Saul moved his position so that his face was almost over the top of Tad’s cock as it lay over Tad’s leg, but as he pulled his legs up.  So, that he was now kneeling beside Tad’s prone form, but the movement caused a sharp pain in Saul’s arse hole, so much so that he almost cried out form the pain.  But he bit it back as he moved down and became interested in Tad’s cock again.  It was the biggest cock that Saul thought he’d ever seen, not that he’d seen a lot of cocks in his lifetime, well not like this just lying there so that Saul could study it.  Unlike Saul’s own circumcised cock, Tad’s still had its foreskin, and Saul thought it looked very neat.  Saul marvelled at the width of Tad’s cock and marveled that he’d ever been able to take it up his arse, and as his thoughts had returned to his arse.  Saul was sure he could feel Tad’s cum leaking out of his arse and running down his perineum and over the base of his ball bag.

Saul leant in real close and took an exploratory sniff of Tad’s cock, wondering what it would smell like after it‘d just been up his own arse, but instead of being repelled by the smell of it.  Saul thought it was a faint, almost fishy kind of smell, that Saul thought he really liked, so much so, that he thought he was being aroused by the smell of Tad’s cock.  Tentatively Saul stuck his tongue out and gave Tad’s cock a little lick.  Just a tiny taste test to see if he liked the taste of it or not.  Deciding that he did like the taste of Tad’s cock, even though it’d just been up his own arse, Saul took another couple of exploratory licks of Tad’s cock.  As it didn’t seem to disturb Tad, as Saul could still see Tad’s chest rising and falling rhythmically as it was before, and as he couldn’t see Tad’s eyes.  Saul got a bit bolder and positioned himself between Tad’s legs, as gingerly as he could as he didn’t want to disturb Tad and have to explain to Tad just what it was he was going to try to do.  Particularly as Saul wasn’t 100% sure of what he was going to do himself, yet.

When Saul had worked himself into the best position he could without disturbing Tad too much, he reached forwards and kissed Tad’s cock lightly on the foreskin that covered the head of Tad’s cock.  Saul wondered what the little bit of foreskin felt like where it almost closed over the head of Tad’s cock completely, but still let a little bit of the head of his cock stick out.  So, leaning forward, Saul stuck out his tongue and ran it lightly along the edge of Tad’s foreskin that he could reach without disturbing Tad’s sleep.  Saul decided that he liked to feel of the velvety edge of Tad’s foreskin, felling a bit more embolden, Saul very, very gently licked the tip of Tad’s cock.  In doing so, Saul actually licked up a drop or two of Tad’s cum, and Saul didn’t think he minded the taste of it as much as he thought he would.  Saul slowly forgot himself as he continued to explore Tad’s cock, and not even the fact that Tad’s cock was beginning to thicken and grow.  Saul was so caught up in what he was doing, that before he realised it, he started to suckle on Tad’s cock as it was coming back to full mast.

For reasons that Saul could not have named if he’d tried, something made him look up into Tad’s smiling face.  The shock of realising that he’d just been sprung sucking another guy’s cock, discarding the fact that this particular cock had just been up his arse a short time ago.  Saul was still self-conscious enough that he instantly flamed bright red, as Tad laughed at him.  Tad reached down and placed his hands, encouragingly, at the back of Saul’s head, as he tried to guide more of his erect cock into Saul’s somewhat willing matter.  But, when Saul felt the head of Tad’s cock hit the back of his mouth, he pulled back as he was not sure if he could take any more of Tad’s cock into his somewhat willing mouth.  So Saul contended himself sucking on as much of Tad’s cock as he could get into his mouth.  Saul ran his tongue around the base of Tad’s cock head until he found Tad’s piss slit and Saul tentatively tried to force his tongue into Tad’s piss slit.  All of which was having the desired effect on, not only Tad, but his cock as well, and before he knew what was happening Saul’s mouth was full of Tad’s second load of cum.  Without thinking, Saul swallowed Tad’s load, Saul’s load of cum, and continued sucking until Tad’s cock stopped producing any more cum.

Tad pulled Saul off his shrinking cock and kissed him on the lips, forcing his tongue into Saul’s mouth to get a taste of his own cum in Saul’s mouth before Saul had the chance to swallow all traces of Tad’s cum.

Both boys collapsed back onto the bed.  Flat on their backs and just stared at the ceiling for a bit.  Saul was the first to break the silence when he told Tad he had to go home, and somewhat reluctantly, he began to edge towards the edge of the bed.  Tad rolled lazily onto his side as he watched Saul get off the bed and hunt around on the floor for his discarded clothes.  “Am I going to see you again?” Tad asked.

“Of course you are,” Saul replied, somewhat distractedly, “I only live down the street.”

“I know, but look how long it took for us to ‘see’ each other this time.”  Saul had turned his back on Tad as he got dressed.  “Are you embarrassed?” Tad asked.

“Hmm.  What?  Um, no.  No, I’m not embarrassed,” Saul replied as he continued to get dressed with his back turned towards Tad.

Tad got off the bed and stood behind Saul in one fluid movement.  He wrapped his arms around Saul as he nuzzled the back of Saul’s neck.  Saul ducked his head as he turned around in Tad’s embrace so that the boys were now standing face to face.  “I have to go,” Saul said, “I have a rehearsal on for the school concert.  I’m sorry.  I don’t want to go…”

“Then don’t,” Tad shot back.

Saul gave a self-deprecating laugh, “You’ve got to have someone else waiting for you somewhere,” Saul continued as he waved his hand vaguely behind himself.  “I had the best time,” Saul said as he dropped his head and looked at Tad through his eyelashes, “I’d really like to do it again sometime.  That is,” Saul rushed on, “that is if you want too.  I understand that you’ve probably got hundreds of people that you have sex with all the time…”

Tad leaned in and kissed Saul full on the lips, and explored Saul’s mouth with his tongue, before sucking Saul tongue into his own mouth again, and was rewarded when he felt Saul tentatively exploring his mouth back.  “Well, at least I know how to shut you up!” Tad stated when they finally broke the kiss off.  “Of course, I want to see you again.  I’ve worked too fucken hard just to let you walk away now…”

“You mean that?” Saul asked with all of his hope dripping from the words.

“Of course, I do,” Tad said as he leaned in for another kiss, and this time it was Saul who broke it off reluctantly.

Both boys said their goodbyes before Saul left the room.  Tad stood root to the spot until he heard his front door go, then he turned around and lay on his bed, and fell asleep.

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