A gay story: Dive Dive
Part One of the Flexuality Series
The bath water was cooling quickly… too quickly. Tom ran in some more hot. It was unusual for him to take a bath; he nearly always showered. All that box shifting at work had made his lower back ache. The long soak was helping.
He’d long since finished shampooing, soaping and rinsing but with no other demands on the bathroom, he was taking the opportunity to indulge himself… more specifically, Tom was wanking.
He’d edged for, maybe, fifteen minutes but it was nearly time to let go. His modest but handsome cock stood proud above the water line; pink from the temperature and friction. Tom liked his cock. Sure; it could have been a bit longer and thicker but what guy doesn’t think that? Tom decided that the next wave would be it… release.
His hand became a blur as he reached the edge and then over as his semen surged through him and then up and out, high, before falling into the water; white ribbons amongst the bubbles. Tom gasped and held onto his cock as the spasms diminished, eventually subsiding.
Tom stepped out of the bath, almost managing to avoid the strings of his cum. The glistening thread of semen on his left calf was soon rinsed away as were the traces and suds around the inside of the bath.
Tom’s back felt a lot better now but his genitals throbbed, not unpleasantly, from all the attention and from the force of his orgasm. A few hours later, it would happen all over again in bed though his technique would be different. Tom was masturbating several times most days; he had a lot of cum to give… but to whom…?
Julie Parkinson had giggled a bit when they hooked up while she was babysitting a few weeks back. OK… it was his first time and it was cold so things were a bit shrivelled to start with but after they’d snogged for a few minutes, it rose to the occasion; all five-and-three-quarter inches of it. Tom knew this dimension by heart. It was the average of many measurements he’d taken over time.
Julie took the lead; she knew her way around randy lads.
“Ouch! That was nearly my fucking arse you twat! Stay still while I put it in. At least I’ll get the right fucking hole.”
Julie had quite a way with words. Fortunately, the complete lack of affection, arousal or indeed, any positive vibe in her voice failed to dampen Tom’s enthusiasm as he slid in, balls deep.
Julie moaned… just the once.
“Oh fuck! She likes it,” thought Tom.
His confidence jump-started; Tom began to move… quickly… but the heat… the wetness… the grip…. It was all too much. Not quite making the forty-five-second mark; Tom came inside; then outside on Julie’s leg.
“Urgh…” he slumped onto Julie’s chest. Proud… a man!
“What the fuck! Have you just cum… inside me… already? Did I fucking say you could? TWAT!”
“J… Julie. I’m sorry…”
“Oh shut up! Good job for you I’m on the fucking Jack and Jill. Get off me you great lump. If you’ve spunked on their fucking settee…”
Tom smiled as the recollection faded. He liked Julie and she was still, just about, talking to him or rather, at him. But that was Julie.
Was that it then?
Fucking…
Women…
Not quite what it was cracked up to be, thought Tom, though his sample set was rather limited in terms of statistical analysis.
Last week was better with Millie Knighton behind the retail park. The cider meant it took a while before his cock was hard enough to roll the condom on.
“Fucking nightmare these things!” Tom said as Millie watched on patiently. Nowhere near as worldly as Julie and not on the pill; she’d had the good sense to insist on the rubber.
“You ain’t fucking me without one,” she’d said.
Fortunately, the machine in The Falcon was actually working. Packet of three for a pound, though three seemed a bit optimistic, thought Tom.
“How the fuck can people do this standing up?” cursed Tom to himself as all attempts to align himself with Millie’s anatomy were thwarted. The cider making his head spin wasn’t helping.
“Hang on a minute,” said Millie moving across to the low wall bounding the delivery yard before bending over from the waist and planting her hands on the damp, moss covered brickwork. Illuminated by a security light some way away; Millie’s arse reminded Tom of the moon… full… milky white and, somehow, he managed to work himself to her entrance and slip inside.
“Ooh…” gasped Millie thinking a little more finger work would have been nice to get her ready but… whatever!.
Tom held onto Millie’s bare hips for dear life as he humped away. The condom numbed the sensations a little such that Tom felt he could go on forever… two minutes or more maybe!
Millie was quiet. No complaints… just quiet. Tom must have been doing OK.
He looked down again at Millie’s buttocks and then something switched in his mind. Millie was now a guy and Tom’s cock was buried deep in his arse, not in Millie and it felt so fucking hard, the condom felt gone… he was just fucking this guy’s arse and it felt so good…
“That was hot Tom. You got really hard towards the end… just before you came.”
Tom smiled, glowing with a sense of achievement though he kept his innermost thoughts to himself.
Tom thought about keeping the knotted rubber as a trophy. He liked the scent of Millie on it far more than the smell of the latex. Even better though, thought Tom, would have been the musky essence of that guy… whoever he was.
As they made their way to the bus stop, arms linked; he binned the condom but hung onto the memories including those he couldn’t share.
Later that night, alone, Tom had time to reflect. For someone not quite twenty and inexperienced, he was quite laid back about his sexuality having not given it much thought until then. He’d loved the feel and scent of the two young women, the thrill of the chase and the feeling of ‘manhood’ finally arriving. So how come his arousal had gone up several gears as he’d fantasised about fucking that guy?
“Maybe I swing both ways,” Tom smiled to himself – relaxed, “…or maybe fucking the girls were just posh wanks”; a starter before the main course still to come.”
Sleep brought his musings to an end for that day at least.
~~~ & ~~~
It had been a start but Tom needed to up his game if he was ever to become the lover he aspired to be whether for guys or women. Tone up a bit… more stamina… all of that and more.
He couldn’t face pounding the streets in the dark with the potholes, the car fumes and the blisters.
“Swimming. Got to be worth a shot,” thought Tom. “Swimmers always look fit. Hopefully there’s no fucking communal changing rooms!”
There was as it happened.
“What the fuck…” Tom muttered as he tried to disappear into the wall tiles on his first visit, showing no more than a brief glimpse of his buttocks to anyone who actually gave a shit. No one from the final session of the day, an adult lane swim, cast him so much as a glance. Most seemed to know one another… regulars.
“Hello Geoff…. How’s Margaret?” Wibble-wobble, swingaroo…
A few sessions in there were no great pecs developing but Tom was certainly feeling fitter and that cider belly had shrunk a bit too.
It was quieter at the pool now with Christmas approaching and the wintry weather. Some nights just two or three swimmers were left by the end. When the pool attendant blew their whistle you’d got twenty minutes to get showered, dried, dressed and out of there. Tom’s best time was fourteen minutes and ten seconds. That measuring again!
~~~ & ~~~
“Christ! I’m the only fucker left,” thought Tom as he made his final turn. Breast stroke to finish. Feeling stronger tonight. Nearly there… five more metres… done!
“Hi.”
“Fuck! Sorry… didn’t see you. Thought I was the last in.”
Tom looked up at Dive Maestro Dave and smiled.
DMD just dived. It’s what he did. Well he sort of swam back to the ladder to get out of the diving pool. More like a crab on one side than swimming but it got him there. And could that fucker dive? Didn’t matter which board and that top one was so fucking high!
Tom had watched him sometimes while taking a breather, especially at first. He didn’t stop so much now that his lungs were stronger.
“Good swim?” DMD asked.
“Yeh… great thanks. I like it quiet. Go at my own pace and no perfume vapour trails to swim through!”
They both laughed.
“Better crack on.”
The shower felt good. More of a rinse really. Tom didn’t bother with shampoo and all that jazz. That could wait until he got home. As it wasn’t really a shower, there was no need to take his swim shorts off. Maybe pull the front away a bit and let the water spray in but only if no one was looking; those needle-like jets could tingle a bit… actually; something more than that. Not tonight though as DMD was showering next to him… right next to him and he’d kept his Speedos on… dark blue… clinging… outlining…
“Don’t fucking stare! He’ll notice.”
DMD had noticed. He was used to it. He loved it. Competitions were the best: all those eyes on him… each and every part of him. And he looked at others too… often… carefully though… no risks… it could all go so wrong.
DMD smiled. Tom flushed; glanced away… then back. Rude not to return a smile… surely.
“Ten minutes gents…”
All guys were gents to the Duty Attendant (DA); similarly, all girls and women were ladies… a very polite man, if a bit old fashioned, thought Tom.
~~~ & ~~~
“Sorry, Mill; swimming tonight. Maybe next week sometime?”
…
“OK then. Well have fun and say Hi to the gang for me.”
…
“Rob… yes, I know him. He’s asked you out? Are you gonna go? OK… well… erm… have fun.”
…
“Goodnight Mill… kiss, kiss.”
Tom meant the ‘have fun’ bit. He liked Millie a lot but Rob could have her as far as he was concerned.
Tom wanted something else and his urge was increasing.
~~~ & ~~~
“Do you have these in a medium? Black if you’ve got it.Thanks.”
“I’ll just check… bear with me…”
“Ta.”
“Computer says ‘yes’… won’t be a minute.”
…
“There you go. Is that everything?”
“Yes, thanks.”
“That’s twenty-four ninety-five please. Cash or card?”
“Erm… card please.”
“Great. That’s all gone through. There you go. Have a great day!”
“Thanks.”
They fitted well… felt sexy… even dry. Much better than the swim shorts. More streamlined… less flapping about. Probably shave a bit off his length times too, thought Tom though that hadn’t been the prime driver for him buying the Speedos.
He’d made the right choice by getting black, he thought. It masked what lay beneath pretty well, all three flaccid inches, though his more fulsome testicles gave a good account of themselves. If he was to get a stiffy in these; Tom estimated that the best part of an inch would extend above the waistband. He could live with that.
~~~ & ~~~
He couldn’t see DMD. There were just a couple of other guys using the dive pool. They’d be gone soon. Regular as clockwork those two.
With a couple of old boys plodding along in the first lane, Tom took his chance in lane two. Just the one woman in there and she was a fair way ahead. Be tough to catch her, thought Tom. Turned out she had a secret weapon… a Channel slick.
Tom tried taking fewer breaths as he made ground on her but it messed with his rhythm; he needed to pass her and quick. He went for it now. Ten metres… five metres… just right for the turn! Tom ducked under the adjacent lane buoys in a nifty undertaking manoeuvre. He was clear now… safe to breathe again… easing off to match her speed… no way was he lapping her again. He hoped she was savouring his Lynx.
One by one; they were gone. The last ten minutes felt like the pool was his; now becalmed save for the furrows he cleaved through the water’s surface.
Too soon! The whistle.
“What the Fuck!” Tom spotted DMD in the showers. His lower abdomen tightened. Fight or flight… or maybe neither. “Just get in! Yes, but close or not? CLOSE.”
“Hi. Didn’t see you in there tonight.”
“Oh… hi. Decided against it. Shoulder’s playing me up a bit so I just had a long soak and a steam. Your swim ok?”
“Good… yeah… thanks.”
Tom took the shower next to DMD. Any further away and conversation would have been tricky, especially with ears full of pool water.
“Sorry… what’s with the ‘steam’?” Tom asked, puzzled.
“In the spa suite; Jacuzzi, sauna and steam. Great for aches and pains.”
“Fuck! I never knew about that.”
“How long have you been swimming here?”
“Ha! Weeks now… just never realised.” Tom laughed.
“No worries! It’s signposted on the way in but you don’t pass it before you get to the pools; it’s right down the end of the main corridor.”
“Is it pricey?”
“It’s a few quid normally but I’ve been going in after they’ve started to power things down. The Jacuzzi and steam room are still fine but the sauna can be a bit hit-and-miss. I prefer it really hot.”
“I fucking bet you do!” thought Tom looking closely at DMD for the first time. He looked a year or two older than himself. Maybe twenty… twenty-one. Dark wet hair but otherwise totally smooth… lean… taut.
“So you get in for free?”
“Well, kind of. A couple of us have an informal arrangement with the attendant.”
“Oh, right. So you slip him a couple of quid?”
“Erm… yeh… something like that,” grinned DMD.
“Gotcha,” Tom replied though, in fact, he didn’t really understand at all. Not at that moment anyway.
“He’s looking again. I fucking know it.” Tom thought. With his back to DMD, he could still sense the scrutiny.
“Fuck!” Tom’s cock twitched as he imagined DMD’s had from watching his firm arse. He turned to rinse his other side pretending he couldn’t see, his eyes not quite tightly shut.
“Oops!” murmured DMD hitching the top couple of inches of himself back into his Speedos and off to the side, hip-wards.
Tom more fully opened his eyes. “You OK?”
“Yeh… just a twinge from this bloody shoulder. Hope it settles down soon, I’m supposed to be competing next week.”
“Bull shit!” thought Tom. He’d seen DMD’s glans and upper shaft above his waistband; in fact, he could still make out the plump head almost reaching across to his hip.
“Heh! Like the trunks. Much better for swimming in… plus they really suit you.”
“Thanks… yours too.” Tom blushed, averting his gaze from DMD’s crotch.
They towelled down and dressed a few metres apart. Tom noted that DMD spent a long time on his cock, balls and arse… almost like a performance. Tom found it arousing.
“Ten minutes Gents. Thank you.”
“See you next time then,” said DMD as he picked up his bag. I’m Dave by the way.”
“Oh… yeh… sure… erm… I’m Tom.”
“Cheers Tom. I’m away over Christmas and New Year, so probably not back here until the fourth. See you then?”
“Sounds good… cheers Dave.”
The trading of first names did it.
“Oh fuck… here we go again,” Tom thought as his cock began to stiffen in response to the images now cycling through his head.
“Gotta sort this… must be four or five minutes left.”
Into the WC… pants down… beat that cock… harder… faster… getting close… lean forward… over the pan… aim… release. and again… and again… better…
Right. Finish up. Bag. Out.
“Goodnight,” said the attendant on the way out.
“Goodnight,” replied Tom.
~~~ & ~~~
Tom lay on his back, staring at the ceiling just visible through the near darkness; just a hint of illumination coming from the street light across the road. Thicker curtains would have blacked out the room but Tom had never been comfortable with complete darkness.
He had the second-largest bedroom to himself now that his older brothers had moved out. Less academic and focused than them, Tom wondered when, if ever, he’d be able to get his own place. Work wasn’t so bad but moving up the ladder in the retail sector could be a long, slow process and, even then, the pay wasn’t great.
All that said, Tom was in no great rush to leave home. He got on well with his parents, paid (nominally) for his board and helped out around the house. It was a well-balanced relationship and, as the youngest of three, he could have pushed the boundaries a little had he been so inclined. His embryonic love life had not yet taken off to the extent that he would want to bring someone home for sex though he was pretty sure his parents wouldn’t object if he had. Having said that, Julie’s rich vocabulary might have raised a few eyebrows!
With no sign of sleep arriving, Tom pulled the duvet tight to his chin and allowed his mind to wander; almost laughing out loud at the thought of comedic Julie. She was still playing the field as far as he knew and Millie and Rob were now, officially, an item. Tom felt no jealousy… no remorse. His thoughts then turned to Dave and his toned, smooth body and his, clearly ample, genitals. Tom’s own cock needed no further encouragement as it rose to attention, straining beneath the weight of the bedding. He moved his hand downwards, gripped his shaft tightly and began to stroke.
Relief soon arrived.
~~~ & ~~~
Christmas Eve dawned cold, cloudy but dry with not a hint of breeze to clear the thin mist which shrouded the town’s river.
Tom was on the early shift so would be finished by three that afternoon. Plenty of time for a swim before getting ready for the store’s party… actually just a crawl around some of the town’s pubs possibly followed by a club if they could get in on probably the second busiest night of the year.
The first couple of hours were spent merchandising before the doors opened and Tom went into ‘customer service’ mode. Trade was brisk and the time flew by as courtesy mince pies were shared along with, somewhat unprofessional, comments regarding Mistletoe and snogging involving staff and customers alike.
“Right Mike – I’m off now. Where will you lot be around seven-thirty, eight?”
“Hang on a mo while I consult the oracle,” said Mike, thumbing his phone. “Steph’s got us all organised this year. Here we go… six ’till seven: The Fox and Firkin; seven ’till eight: The Maltkiln; eight ’till nine…”
“OK… ok…” laughed Tom. “Sounds like The Maltkiln. See you there!”
“Cheers Tom. See you later!”
Tom headed for home. The buses were hit and miss around Christmas and the brisk forty-minute walk made for a good warm-up before the swim. He set a good pace such that he was visibly glowing in the chill air when he arrived home to grab his kit before continuing to the swimming baths.
The pool would be closed on Christmas and Boxing Day so this would be Tom’s last swim for a couple of days. Lane swims were usually held only in the evenings so with the pool closing at five, Tom would have to take things as he found them. If the shallow end was full of mums and kids, he’d have to do widths in the deeper water. Tom knew that once people’s New Year resolutions kicked-in, it would be hell for a few weeks – the Duty Attendant had confirmed as much.
Tom needn’t have worried. The car park was almost empty. After paying for the session and collecting his locker key, Tom made his way to the changing rooms but not before glancing down the corridor and wondering what steamy pleasures might be had in the spa rooms beyond. His mind turned to absent Dave and his cock twitched involuntarily, snapping him back to the here and now.
Tom stripped and changed quickly before making his way through the footbath and into the main pool area.
“Nice and quiet now,” said the DA.
“Great, “replied Tom. “It’s like having your own pool.”
The DA smiled as he looked Tom over approvingly. “You’ve certainly toned up since you started swimming here. How long’s it been now – three months?”
“Nearer four and, yeh, I can really feel a difference. No going back now I guess.”
“Oh no indeed. Do keep it up. It’s the best exercise you can have and no age barriers. We’ve a group in their eighties and nineties on Thursday mornings. Fit as fiddles!”
The DA leant in closer and added quietly, “Between you and me, they’re probably still bonking like rabbits too!”
Tom cracked up and the DA laughed along. How wonderfully unprofessional, thought Tom sensing that he was being auditioned for the DA’s circle of contacts to whom Dave had referred. He wondered what ‘arrangements’ he would get to make of his own and his cock, again, flinched strongly. The DA noticed the movement in his peripheral vision and knew that, once again, his intuition had proved to be correct.
After around forty-five minutes alternating crawl and breaststroke; Tom, on hearing the DA’s whistle, climbed out of the pool and walked slowly towards the changing rooms, stretching and flexing as he did so.
“A nice steam would help ease those muscles,” said the DA as their paths crossed. “I’m winding everything down now but you’ll be ok for twenty minutes or so. The Jacuzzi will be hot too but I’ve already closed the sauna. Consider it ‘on the house’. I’ll check in to let you know when to make tracks.”
Tom flushed slightly; more in anticipation than from the exercise.
“That’s very kind. Thanks,” replied Tom before heading for the entrance to the spa suite. For once, he’d not stuttered his way out of something he actually wanted to do.
“Wow. How could I have missed this?” Tom said to himself as he surveyed the suite’s facilities.
The suite had recently undergone a major refurbishment and was now a match for any private facility let alone a municipal swimming baths. The Jacuzzi had an eight-adult capacity and would take that number easily with space to spare. Tom had a quick look in the Nordic-style sauna which, although it had been powered off for a while, remained very warm for someone unaccustomed to them. Again, the capacity was around eight depending on whether people were sitting or lying down. Passing the suite’s own row of four open showers, Tom finally approached the steam room. Among the rules and recommendations on the door sign was the advice to sit on a towel due to the heat of the benching. Tom took one of the large white towels from the rack, opened the heavy door and entered the room, quickly closing it behind him.
The room had grey, faux marble benches on the two long sides which, together, would seat ten people comfortably. Steam entered from vents on the far wall as well as from points in the ceiling, well away from naked limbs. Control units were located above each bench and looked, to Tom, easy enough to operate.
Tom selected ‘medium’ for both steam temperature and volume. He folded the towel into a thick square, placed it halfway along the left-hand bench and sat down. After a few seconds, Tom could just make out a low hum as the fans kicked in and fresh water vapour entered the cabin, recharging the atmosphere and warming it rapidly. The vapour condensed on Tom’s cooler skin forming beads which joined together into trickles which ran down his body and limbs. It felt wonderful, Tom thought.
The DA had been right. Within minutes Tom’s joints and muscles felt supple… loose… relaxed much like his mind which felt completely at ease.
Had it not been for the light knock on the cabin’s door, Tom could easily have dozed off such was the soporific effect of the heat and the steam. The DA opened the door slightly and called in, “I’ll be locking up in about fifteen minutes if that’s OK. A cool shower works wonders for the skin after the heat if you fancy it.”
Tom got to his feet, left the cabin and took the first shower in the row. Setting it to ‘cool’; he wasn’t brave enough for ‘cold’; he played the powerful jets over his body and limbs. He’d never felt cleaner as his pores slowly closed and his skin temperature returned to something approaching normal.
Once towelled down, Tom headed for the changing rooms, dressed quickly and then made for the entrance foyer where the DA was making his final checks. The other staff had long departed to start their own festivities. As always, it was the DA’s job to manage shut-down, set the alarms and lock up.
“Did you enjoy the steam?” the DA asked.
“It was great,” replied Tom. “I’ll have to do it more often.”
“If that’s the case; you’d be best off buying a full membership. You get unlimited use of the pools and spa plus there are special ‘member-only’ events not open to the general public. With the number of times you use the pool each week; it would more than pay for itself for the swimming alone. You can’t go wrong! Maybe treat yourself for Christmas?”
“I might just do that,” Tom replied before adding, “Thanks for the tip!”
“You can do it all on the website. The best value is to pay for a year upfront but most members pay monthly. Your mate Dave has just signed up after having a few, shall we say, taster sessions. Don’t worry, I’m not on commission for this – just trying to help our customers.”
The pair laughed.
“So, Dave’s my mate now is he?” Tom smiled to himself, “…and what did those taster sessions involve?”
Tom’s jeans were fairly loose at the front so his cock’s latest ‘twitch’ went unnoticed by the DA. What didn’t go unnoticed by Tom though was the clear outline of the DA’s genitals in his close-fitting tracksuit bottoms.
“That’s no flaccid cock,” Tom thought, averting his gaze quickly and looking the DA in the eye. He wondered what had aroused him bearing in mind that he’d made no hint of a pass… “Unfortunately,” thought Tom.
“Well have a great Christmas, think about the membership and I hope to see you next week.”
“Thanks. You too and thanks for the information – I’ll give it some thought.”
~~~ & ~~~
Town was heaving.
It was standing room only in the pub. There was no sign of his colleagues as Tom squeezed through to the bar and ordered a pint of cider. To preserve the glass’s contents, he took a large swig before navigating the heaving throng; finally locating Mike, Steph and the gang in the snug at the rear of the pub.
Despite the relatively early hour, some of Tom’s workmates were already drinking shots. It was clearly going to be a boozy night! Fortunately, Tom had found time to eat before heading into town giving the cider something to bond to. Others weren’t so well prepared and Natalie from the back office was already the worst for wear and flirting openly with all and sundry.
Married for less than a year; Nat had already worn her husband out in ‘the bedroom department’. This was one of her standing jokes which actually contained more than a grain of truth. Her sexual appetite knew no bounds and James, her husband who had previously considered himself something of a performer, had had to reassess his own abilities.
Nat spotted Tom, took a large swig of her Christmas punch and strode over, moving in close.
“Tom… great to shee you” she slurred cheerfully. “Is it too early for a Christmas kiss?”
Tom could smell the sweet, spiced drink on her breath as she moved closer until her chest met his. Tilting her pelvis forward she pressed and wriggled provocatively against Tom’s crotch as she draped her arms around his neck somehow managing to keep control of her glass.
There was no escape and, not wishing to make a big deal of it, Tom accepted the inbound kiss as their lips met, even moving his hands to Nat’s hips and squeezing slightly by way of encouragement. She tasted nice and certainly knew how to kiss but, beyond that, Tom felt nothing… not a twitch.
“Mmm…” murmured Nat before releasing Tom from her clutches and heading back into the crowd to search for her next victim.
As Tom took a long draught of his cider, he noticed a guy watching him from, what looked like, another work group. The guy looked friendly, if a little bored. Tom smiled and the guy smiled back before approaching.
“Work do?” asked the guy.
“How’d you guess?” replied Tom. “You?”
“Yep, but I’ve not been kissed yet, unlike you. I’m Dan by the way.”
“Oh… Hi Dan. I’m Tom. That’s just Nat. She’s had a few too many already by the look of it.”
Tom glanced over at Dan’s group and could see a number of attractive women of various ages with just a couple of other blokes.
“Some good-looking women in your group Dan. All taken?”
Dan laughed out loud.
“Wasted on me I’m afraid; I bat for the other team.”
“Oh right,” said Tom, wondering if Dan had singled him out specifically.
The pair chatted for a while; Tom not giving too much away, particularly with regard to his recent musings about his own sexuality. They were of similar height and build but very different beyond that. Dan was dressed trendily, his long light-brown hair tied up in a ‘man bun’ and whatever scent he’d sprayed on must have been expensive, or so Tom thought. To Tom; Dan sounded slightly posh which probably sat well with his employer – Richards and Co. Solicitors. Dan confirmed that he was around three years into his training with, at least, another three to go before becoming qualified. Tom did the maths and estimated Dan to be around twenty-five which later proved to be correct. That measuring again!
Tom could see Steph starting to gather the team together for the move to the next pub.
“Are you here for a while yet?” Tom asked. “To be honest; I’d rather stay here and talk for a while unless you’re moving on too.”
“I’m not too sure what the rest are doing but, as far as I’m concerned, I’ve done my duty now. I think most will start to drift off home but a couple of the younger ones will probably stay the distance. Me – I’d rather head over to Pinkies later. Should be a great night tonight.”
“Pinkies?” asked Tom.
“Oh sorry. The Pink Flamingo… renowned bar and club. Well… renowned in certain circles anyway.”
The penny dropped. Tom was vaguely aware of the venue down on the coast. Tom’s mouth was suddenly dry and his palms felt hot… sweaty. Was this the opening he’d been thinking of… wanking to? He wanted to go too… with Dan.
[Stay cool… breathe… don’t be a twat.]
“Erm… how will you get there with trains finishing early and that?” asked Tom.
Dan smiled.
“I’ll drive. I live down there. I only commute here when I need to be in the office.”
Tom glanced at Dan’s, almost empty, pint glass of pale lager; the head long since dispersed.
Dan noticed.
“This is your finest zero percent stuff. I don’t drink alcohol at all – just prefer this to sweet, soft drinks.”
“Oh gotcha!” laughed Tom. Can I get you another?”
“Cheers… I will, thanks.”
“Tom? We’re off now. Will you catch us up?”
“Maybe Steph but, if not, have a great Christmas!”
“You too Tom. Behave yourself.” Steph’s wink said it all. Tom appreciated her safe, somewhat maternal presence in the team.
~~~ & ~~~
Considering the age and other differences, the conversation flowed easily between the two guys. Dan was impressed with Tom’s swimming regime and vowed to do more himself, fitness-wise, in the New Year though, to Tom, Dan looked pretty damn fit already.
After a while, the pub grew quiet enough for the pair to bag one of the old Chesterfield-style settees on which they continued their conversation. Tom had never had the opportunity to talk to someone who was openly gay… he wasn’t sure of Dave’s status yet. He felt able to open up to Dan about his recent sexual ‘coming of age’ and the mixed emotions and attractions he’d felt.
Dan confirmed that he’d been ‘out’ for years and loved his life on the coast amongst so many like-minded people. Partly due to his career focus and the study demands it entailed, he’d avoided long-term relationships so far, preferring more spontaneous hook-ups while also maintaining a small number of ‘friends with benefits’ for baseline, day-to-day sexual needs.
Tom was struck by Dan’s openness and honesty. Relaxed and excited in seemingly equal measures, Tom waited patiently for the proposal he so hoped would come.
“Heh, Tom. Do you fancy coming along tonight? Should be a fun time. Would it work with your plans for the big day tomorrow?”
“I’d… erm… love to… thanks,” Tom stuttered. “Erm… just the logistics as there’s no trains running tomorrow. The family’s gathering for dinner around two and I need to be there.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve a spare room and could run you back in plenty of time. Don’t forget, I’ll have no hangover! I’m meeting up with some friends for an alternative Christmas fuddle tomorrow evening so free all day apart from that. Sound like a plan?”
“Sounds great,” replied Tom “… thanks!”
“Let’s down these and make a move. It’ll start hotting up around ten but we should still get in. Oh… and if anyone asks… you’re twenty-one… OK?” Dan winked.
~~~ & ~~~
Dan was an assured driver and with the traffic light, they quickly covered the fifteen or so miles to the coast. Tom texted home to say he was partying and would be back in time for the festive dinner.
[Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!] His Dad replied.
“We’ll park at mine… it’s only a ten-minute walk,” said Dan as he activated the security barrier and drove into the private, basement car park. “Welcome to my place!” he smiled, “…well almost – I’m three floors up from here.”
The pair laughed as they exited the car park; Tom relishing the clean, salty air after the humid atmosphere in the pub earlier.
“Your first time then, to a gay venue?” Dan affirmed. “I hope you enjoy it. Just be yourself – you’ll be fine.”
“Thanks – I’ll try,” Tom smiled as butterflies began to dance, faintly in his gut.
“It’ll be a box of all sorts tonight – no specific groups. There’ll even be some straight women for you to ogle – just there for the good vibe.”
“Who said I’ll be chasing the women?” Tom asked suggestively.
“Oooh… cheeky. I like it!”
Dan lived on the edge of the town’s Pink Triangle and it wasn’t long before they turned into a small cul-de-sac at the head of which was the unmistakable facade of Pinkies. The large neon Flamingo and accompanying name sign were complimented by an impressive array of fairy light and flashing Santas, Reindeers and the like. Joining the end of a modest queue which was advancing quickly, Jake noticed the flashing sign directly over the main entrance.
Happy Sexmas!
Jake gulped; his inexperience suddenly apparent.
Dan read the runes and placed a kindly arm around Tom’s waist.
“You’ll be fine. Stay close until you’re comfortable. I’ll send you my details in case we get separated. What’s your number?”
Tom’s phone pinged as Dan’s details landed just as they got to the front of the queue.
“Hi, Dan. You plus one tonight?” asked one of the two door staff.
“Hi, Maxine. Yep – joined at the hip tonight… at the very least!”
Maxine keyed in the guest entry on her console before passing it to Dan to scan his membership card.
Tom’s blushing went mostly unnoticed in the kaleidoscope of lighting… mostly…
“Have a great night both!”
~~~ & ~~~
“So you’re a member here?” asked Tom.
“Yep – I’m here quite a lot so it makes sense. There are some ‘members-only’ events but anyone can pay at the door usually, including tonight.”
The pair ditched their padded jackets and walked through to the first bar area which was very busy.
“Not as big as I was expecting,” Tom shouted above the music and loud chatter of the crowd.
“Oooh… saucy!” replied Dan, smiling from ear to ear. “This is just one of the smaller rooms. It’s over three floors with the main club in the basement.”
Tom was impressed and began to take in his surroundings or, more accurately, the people in it.
“What are you drinking?” asked Dan.
“No – let me,” replied Tom.
“OK… thanks. I’ll have a pint of the zero lager. They have it on tap here.”
“Gotcha,” said Tom before easing his way towards the bar.
Tom was rubbish at navigating busy bars. He became invisible. This would take an age he thought. He didn’t mind though; there was much to study and, in any case, he wasn’t that thirsty. Standing sideways on, he leaned against the bar and rested his elbow on the countertop with his forearm semi-raised, as if half-heartedly hailing a cab.
“Hi.”
Tom looked around at the woman standing close behind him. She looked to be around five feet tall with a shock of blonde hair cut punk-style and dressed in a black leather waistcoat and what looked, as far as the lighting would allow, like a tartan mini skirt over striped leggings or stockings. Tats and piercings she had aplenty.
Tom thought she looked beautiful.
“Hi – you OK?” Tom asked.
“Yeah, good thanks. Any chance you could get me a drink, please? I’ll be here all night otherwise.” The woman offered Tom a ten-pound note then added, “A large dry white wine, please… it should be seven pounds fifty.”
Tom declined the money and feeling more confident now replied “It’s on me…”
“Aww… you’re so sweet… thank you,” the woman replied before blowing an air kiss at Tom.
Tom stooped downwards to be heard.
“I’m Tom by the way. My first time here.”
“Hi, Tom. I’m Ash. Been here a few times – still new to the area.” Ash looked around as best she could given the throng, before adding, “No sign of my mate yet but heh, the night is young. Maybe she got a better offer?”
“Next, please. Yes, love…”
“Pint of cider, a pint of Zero lager and a large dry white wine please.” No sign of a stutter.
“Are you on your own Tom? I guess not.”
“I’m actually with a guy. We met just a couple of hours ago. He talked me into coming along.”
“So you resisted?”
“Well… actually no… I didn’t.” Tom grinned.
“You’re cute when you smile,” said Ash.
Tom blushed again as the wine arrived, carefully passing the glass to Ash.
“Thank you, kind sir. Will you chaperone me until my friend shows up?”
Tom laughed. “Of course, but I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“Mmm… playing hard to get, are we?” Ash’s dark eyes met Tom’s as she moved her hand to his crotch and rubbed his soft cock which immediately reacted. Ash, feeling the effect she was having on Tom, stopped moving her hand.
“Such a tease!” she admonished herself.
Tom carried the drinks back to where he’d left Dan with Ash following close behind in Tom’s slipstream.
“Heh, Dan. This is Ash. She’s waiting for her mate to show. Ash, this is Dan.”
Conversation was becoming harder due to the vocal crowd and the music. The three shouted and drank and then shouted some more. Every so often, someone would clap Dan on the back or high-five him… one or two even kissed him. It was clear he was known and liked in these parts. Tom felt slightly privileged that he’d been invited along; relaxed too knowing that it was odds-on that his first time with a guy would be with Dan later on. His cock again began to stiffen at what might transpire between them. Oral for sure but maybe fucking too… all to play for and experience to gain before hooking up with Dave at the pool.
And Ash was still there, by his side… leaning in. Pretty, confident and yet with an air of vulnerability. Still no sign of her friend.
“I don’t think she’s coming,” said Ash. Only a second date in any case. Plenty more fish in the sea… and in Pinkies!”
“Aww… never mind,” said Tom somewhat naively. Placing his arm around Ash’s shoulders, he drew her close and squeezed her reassuringly.
“Shall we dance now?” asked Ash. “Downstairs?”
“Shall we Dan? Is that the plan?”
“You two go ahead. I’ve just got to catch up with a couple of friends. See you in a bit.”
Tom and Ash drained their glasses and manoeuvred through the crowd to the main staircase down to the basement room. Heavy doors worked to keep much of the sound from spilling into the other areas but once inside, it was clear to Tom that this was a proper club and way ahead of anything in his own town. The sound system was awesome. Loud but so, so clear. Despite the heaving mass of bodies, the air was cool from the ventilation system. Having just completed his H&S training at work, Tom clocked the various, well-signed fire escapes. An impressive set-up he thought.
“Let’s dance!” mouthed Ash.
Tom didn’t consider himself a great dancer but he knew a few of the more common moves so was reasonably sure he wouldn’t make a complete dick of himself.
“You bet,” replied Tom turning to face her and striking a pose to the opening chords to ‘Park Life’.
One song flowed into another… mainly party anthems given the occasion. Tom was having a great time. He knew already he’d be back here again. He felt warmer now; hot in fact. Ash looked so sexy he thought, her upper chest glistening with perspiration from the dancing. He couldn’t figure her out at all but felt drawn to her just the same. So very different to anyone in his usual circle. He’d like to talk to her, get to know her a bit… somewhere quieter though… another time.
After half a dozen tracks, the pair needed a breather. As they made their way to one of the chill zones down one side of the room, Tom watched as a woman with long, dark hair approached and tapped Ash on the shoulder. Ash turned around and beamed with delight as she welcomed the embrace of her date.
“So… so sorry Ash! My phone battery ran flat and I couldn’t let you know I was running late. Forgive me?”
“Of course Ellie. You’re here now and that’s all that matters. Tom’s been looking after me haven’t you Tom?” Ash winked, knowingly. “Tom; this is Ellie… Ellie; Tom.”
A large pillar offered some respite from the sound system though shouting was still the order of the day.
The women hugged again and then kissed… long and sensuous. Tom thought it was possibly, the most erotic thing he’d ever seen… outside of porn anyway!
So Ash was ‘flexible’ Tom mused. “A bit like me…” he thought to himself.
Not wanting to gate-crash their date; Tom waited until they paused for breath then mouthed to Ash that he was going back upstairs to find Dan.
“Wait… Tom… pass me your phone. Just in case you’re down this way again and want a guided tour.”
Tom thumbed his phone to unlock then passed it to Ash who deftly stabbed in her number then called it to get Tom’s.
“Have a great Christmas if we don’t catch you later,” shouted Ash before embracing Tom and kissing him fully and sensually on the lips.
“You too both – have fun!” replied Tom before turning and making his way back up to the ground floor. Just for a moment, he felt a tinge of sadness. He’d have liked to have spent more time with Ash… just the two of them but as he climbed the final few stairs and entered the lounge bar, his mood lifted. There was Dan, through the crowd talking to his friends; three women and a guy. As he approached the group; he caught Dan’s eye and the pair shared a broad… revealing smile. Ash was briefly forgotten as Tom’s original focus returned. He wanted this guy… tonight.
“Guys… this is Tom. I offered to show him the sinful pleasures available here and, lo and behold, he took the bait!”
Everyone laughed, including Tom.
“He exaggerates… we’re all angels here,” said one of the women.
“Speak for yourself!” replied the other guy in a camp voice. “I’m after love tonight and if I can’t find that then Rumpy Pumpy it is!”
And so the tone was set and the banter continued, fuelled by the trays of shots which seemed to appear from nowhere. Tom liked a few ciders of an evening but this was a whole ball game. Dan, of course, was stone-cold sober and Tom was aware that he needed to ease up in case things developed later as he hoped they would.
The rest of the night passed in something of a haze for Tom but, eventually, the main lights came up and the revellers started to drift away.
“Right, Tom. Shall we make a move?” asked Dan.
“Suppose we’d better,” Tom replied.
“Goodnight all and Merry Christmas!” Dan hugged his mates goodbye and Tom kissed, hugged and back-slapped like a local.
~~~ & ~~~
The crisp, air of the early hours soon cleared Tom’s head as he and Dan walked the, now almost deserted, streets back to the flat.
“Did you enjoy that Tom?” asked Dan.
“Of… for sure,” Tom replied. “It wasn’t like any club I’ve been in before. Really friendly crowd and so erm… varied.”
“It’s great, isn’t it? I knew you’d like it. Some nights are quieter than that and better for talking, chatting up and that… you know. I wasn’t sure if you’d come back upstairs. I wondered if the gorgeous Ash had got her teeth into you.”
Tom laughed. “Oh no… we just danced until her mate showed up… just doing the honourable thing.”
“Tom?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t need to be honourable for the rest of the night, you know. Is that OK?”
[Oh you fucking bet it is!] Thought Tom.
“Erm… actually… that is so fucking OK… yes!” Tom surprised himself with his newfound confidence.
“Stairs or lift?” Dan asked.
“Whatever’s the quickest!”
“Stairs then… two at a time!”
Dan locked the door behind them and brought up the lighting on the dimmer switch. The pair kicked off their shoes and moved through to the kitchen which was open plan to the lounge beyond.
“Coffee, Tea, juice or something stronger?” asked Dan.
“Just water please.”
Dan filled two glasses and carried them through to the lounge where he set them down on a coffee table. On turning around, he found Tom to be close… very close… right there in his personal space. Normally fairly restrained, especially on first meets, Dan felt a surge of pure lust welling up in his loins and abdomen. He reached forward and cupped Tom’s crotch through the thick fabric of his jeans.
Tom’s cock, ever responsive, swelled quickly becoming fully hard in, maybe, half a minute under Dan’s deft touch.
“Well… hello!” sighed Dan provocatively. “Is that something I’ve done?”
Tom’s cock was trapped in the folds pointing west rather than the more comfortable north. Dan, aware of the constraints, released his grip, undid Tom’s belt then unbuttoned his jeans before sliding them over his hips to the floor. Tom had worn rather brief CK’s, and with his trousers removed, his cock eased round to the vertical with its head straining to extend beneath the wide elastic waistband.
Dan’s hand was back in a flash, cupping and gently massaging Tom’s ample testicles.
“Mmm… you feel nice,” whispered Dan as he brought the fingers of his other hand into play tracing the length of Tom’s cock and expertly thumbing and squeezing, encouraging even greater hardness and length.
“This is your first time with a guy… right?”
“Y… yes… just been with a few women so far…” Tom exaggerated slightly, his breathing becoming heavy from Tom’s touch.
Already, Dan could feel a growing damp spot around the tip of Tom’s cock and knew that his full release wouldn’t be long in coming.
“Just to let you know Tom that I’m highly flexible. I can switch as the mood takes me. Does that make sense and are you comfortable with where this is heading? You mustn’t feel under any pressure… we can stop at any time.”
The way Dan spoke, so clearly… so openly… made Tom feel completely at ease well, from a trust perspective at least. The wave of anticipation he’d felt on leaving the club was now a Tsunami of desire. As far as he was concerned, there were no limits other than Dan’s… if indeed he had any.
“The very last thing I want right now is for us to stop,” replied Tom, somehow managing to sound calm despite his approaching orgasm.
Dan, sensing Tom’s advanced state, eased off on the pressure a little then without removing his hand, walked Tom backwards to the settee then let go as Tom dropped down onto the deep-cushioned surface and, naturally, laid back.
“The perfect position,” thought Dan as he knelt down in front of Tom.
After removing Tom’s socks and casting them aside, Dan took hold of his brief’s waistband and, after Tom instinctively raised himself slightly from the cushion, Dan removed the underwear. Despite the low lighting, Dan could see what a gorgeous-looking cock Tom had. The pause in stimulation had made zero impact in terms of its length and rigidity. The head glistened from the precum Dan’s stimulation had produced. Dan’s own cock, still clothed and significantly larger than Tom’s, was beginning to stir.
Dan returned his hand to Tom’s cock and gripped it firmly, restricting the circulation back-flow such that it hardened still further making Tom gasp excitedly.
“Can you come a second time, soon after an orgasm Tom?”
“Erm… I c… can yes… usually just a few minutes… a bit longer for the third one.”
Even saying the words was bringing Tom closer to orgasm and as Dan eased his grip, more precum oozed out and ran down his glans.
“I don’t want to waste that,” said Dan, “so here’s my plan. I can see you’re ready to come so I’m going to quickly suck you off and swallow your cum. You can then rest and recover while I douche and lube up. You will then fuck me bareback and cum inside me. If you still have your mojo after that, you can fuck me again. I may cum while being fucked; it happens sometimes but, if not, you can then wank and suck me off. I’m clean and get tested regularly, most recently last week in fact and I’m confident you’re fine from what you’ve told me about the women you’ve been with. If I’m not sure, I rubber up and expect others to but I much prefer a guy’s hot seed inside me.”
Tom’s head swam slightly from the intensity of it all but he managed to nod in agreement.
“All sounds good to me,” he confirmed, somewhat breathlessly.
Dan leant forward and while gripping Tom’s cock firmly at the base, lowered his mouth to its head. The slight tang mixed with the sweetness of the precum resulted in a nectar Dan never grew tired of. He knew this wouldn’t take long but wanted to make Tom’s first time as pleasurable as he could. He began by moving the very tip of his tongue over the head and eye causing Tom to tense up with pleasure. The next measure of precum actually spurted out slightly hitting Dan’s tongue. He swallowed it straight down then lowered his mouth over the head, gripping firmly with his lips. After releasing his grip on Tom’s shaft, he formed a ring using his thumb and forefinger around the very base and squeezed tightly. Again, Tom’s cock swelled as the blood flow was constricted. Dan’s lips opened slightly to accommodate the swollen head before slowly bowing his head to accommodate more and more of Tom’s length. Tom gasped out loud. He’d so looked forward to this but hadn’t realised just how good it would feel.
Dan began to move up and down, slowly at first then faster; each downward movement ending as his lips met the ‘cock ring’ formed by his thumb and finger. Dan had taken larger cocks than Tom’s so had no trouble bottoming out with Tom’s glans reaching the entrance to his throat. Tom involuntarily began to move about, thrusting upwards to meet Dan’s downward movements and then his balls tightened as the familiar feeling of impending ejaculation swept over him. Dan knew the signs all too well and as Tom thrust upwards such that he lifted from the cushion slightly; he increased his grip on Tom’s shaft. At the same time, he sucked the head forcefully which brought Tom to the edge and beyond. As the first orgasmic spasms arrived; Dan maintained his grip such that ejaculation was blocked. Tom moaned as each spasm increased the pressure to release his fluids. The sensation was at the same time both uncomfortable and yet, fantastic. He had no control over his emission… Dan held all the cards.
Judging the moment perfectly, Dan sucked hard again and, at the same time, released his grip on Tom’s shaft. Finally free to continue its journey, Tom’s ejaculate surged the length of his cock and spewed forth just as Dan bore down to take Tom’s full length.
Tom gasped as his cum spurted into Dan’s eager throat. Not a drop was wasted.
“Oh Fuck Dan! That was so fucking good. Thank you…”
“Mmm… and thank you for the generous cum donation. You taste so sweet!”
As a final dribble of semen emerged, Dan quickly took Tom’s cock back in his mouth and sucked again to avoid any wastage.
“Rest and recover then Tom. I won’t be long. Feel free to meet me in the bedroom. Mine’s the larger of the two; you can’t miss it.”
With that, Dan headed for the bathroom as Tom sat back, savouring the moment.
~~~ & ~~~
As the minutes passed, Tom’s breathing slowed and his throbbing cock softened a little, though the anticipation of what was to come kept it semi-erect. He listened to the sounds from the bathroom as Dan prepared himself for the action to come. What good fortune to hook up with someone so suited to guiding him through his first experiences, thought Tom. Hopefully, Dan would lead the way in the bedroom until he was into his stride. He hoped he wouldn’t disappoint.
Dan had the quickest of showers and after flushing himself out three times, dried off. From the bathroom cupboard, he removed his ‘Lube Shooter’ syringe and filled it two-thirds full with his favourite gel. It was water-based and condom-safe but worked for a long session without needing a top-up. It wasn’t cheap due to the import duty on products from the US but he’d found nothing better. He applied more lube around his hole then eased in the syringe an inch or so before depressing the plunger. The cool gel coated the walls of his rectum, tingling pleasurably as it did so. From the same cupboard, Dan selected a plug from his collection, smeared some gel over and eased it inside so that he’d be receptive to the inexperienced thrusting he was anticipating. He rubbed the residual lube over the head of his cock enjoying the cool, tingling sensation. He clenched and released the plug several times encouraging it to open him up a little. He’d taken larger cocks, not always comfortably, but judged Tom’s length and girth to be just about a perfect fit. Time to find out…
With no need to dress, Dan wrapped a towel around his waist and left the bathroom. Glancing into the lounge, it was evident that Tom had already relocated.
“Hi Tom, you found my den of iniquity then,” laughed Dan.
Tom sat on the edge of the king-size bed gazing at the artwork and photographs adorning the walls of the room. Most were erotic in nature, some downright pornographic and yet classy at the same time. Women were noticeable, largely, by their absence although there were images of one or two which caused Tom to wonder how far Dan’s flexibility extended.
Dan had been fairly relaxed all evening; very much in control but seeing Tom there, waiting for him, flicked a switch inside him. His own cock began to twitch as it filled with blood, rising and hardening, impossible to conceal as it pushed out a large cone of towelling.
Tom was transfixed and his own cock immediately responded, checked only by a sudden need to urinate.
“Won’t be a minute…”
Tom somehow managed to direct the powerful stream accurately despite his near, full erection.
“That’s better…”
Dan was folding back the duvet when Tom re-entered the bedroom. He watched as Dan took a large, dark purple towel from the chest of drawers, unfolded it and placed it across the ‘action area’ of the bed. He then approached Tom, unbuttoned his shirt and removed it then, gently holding Tom’s arm, led him to the bed and gestured for him to lie on his back. Tom complied, happy to be directed.
As Dan gazed down at Tom; primal, base thoughts came to him and his cock reared up to its zenith. He unhitched the towel and removed it before expelling the plug and placing it on one side.
Tom watched Dan’s every move… transfixed. His gaze mapped Dan’s torso from his wispy chest hair, over his smooth mid-section and onto his lower belly where the hair resumed, coarser and darker before abruptly changing to being neatly trimmed around his genitals. Dan’s cock and balls themselves, though, were recently and fully shaved.
“Gosh…” Tom couldn’t hide his admiration as Dan moved onto the bed, carefully lifting his left leg over and coming to rest on Tom’s upper thighs.
For a few moments, they just looked at each other; Tom unsure what the next move would be; Dan knowing full well but enjoying the pause before the pleasure he knew was to come. In the soft lighting from the bedside lamp, Dan could see that Tom’s cock had fully recovered from his earlier attention. It stood rigidly proud, more than ready to go again. Dan’s own cock was just shy of being fully erect but extended, long and thick, the very head just reaching the underside of Tom’s tightening scrotum.
Dan leant forward and began to massage Tom’s abdomen from just above his pubic bone, upwards until his fingers found Tom’s nipples which rapidly stiffened and extended under Dan’s expert touch. Tom’s breathing quickened as Dan slowly leant back, knelt higher and began to shuffle forward until he judged their physical alignment to be correct. Tom felt the unmistakable sensation as another measure of precum travelled the length of his cock and dripped onto his stomach. At that moment, Dan took hold of Tom’s cock easing it away from his body before lowering himself slowly until the head touched his gel-slicked entrance. Without once breaking eye contact with Tom; Dan first rubbed the head around his hole, coating it in the slippery lube then moved it to the precise spot before bearing down to open himself up to accept Tom in. Very slowly, Dan lowered himself and after brief resistance, Tom’s glans passed through Dan’s sphincter. Dan lowered himself further, gradually taking the hard shaft deeper until Tom’s testicles prevented further penetration.
After pausing briefly; Dan slowly rose until just Tom’s glans remained inside him. Another brief pause was followed by a more rapid descent and the cycle then repeated, over and over, increasingly forceful.
Tom tried to focus on holding back; his mind focused on abstract thoughts by way of distraction. He didn’t want to let Dan down by coming too soon. It felt so good though. Tighter than Julie or Millie… a totally different sensation… more gripping. Dan was enjoying the ride for sure – Tom could see and hear that. He broke eye contact and looked down at Dan’s rigid cock moving rhythmically with each rise and fall of Dan’s motion. He needed to touch it… feel it… and more. Tom reached downwards and grasped Dan’s cock. There was significant length both above and below Tom’s grip which was unable to close around the thick shaft. Dan was indeed, well endowed.
“God you feel good Tom – the perfect fit,” Dan clenched hard to increase the pressure on his prostate as he completed another downward stroke. This had the desired effect of expressing his own fluid which ran down him coming to rest on Tom’s grip. Tom sensed the wetness and pushed the silky precum back to the head of Dan’s cock where he used it to moisturise the firm, purple organ.
As Dan seemed to be enjoying the technique so much; Tom carried on in a similar manner to that which he, so commonly, used on himself. He combined firm rubbing of the glans with a burst of full strokes of Dan’s cock.
“Don’t stop Tom… that feels so fucking good,” gasped Dan; his eyes now closed as the sensations built up. “Can you go for a while yet? I’d like us to cum together.”
“I… I think so,” replied Tom. “For a bit at least but your grip on me feels amazing.”
“Different from a cunt then?” asked Dan provocatively.
Tom, surprised at Dan’s choice of words, smiled… “Oh yeh… very different!”
Maybe Tom had been optimistic about how long he could last. The tell-tale signs meant that he wasn’t far off and Dan had picked up the pace again, gripping and slamming back down against Tom’s testicles. Only one thing for it, thought Tom as he adjusted his grip such that it stimulated both Dan’s shaft and circumcised head as he stroked, squeezing more tightly than previously. Without copious precum; this would probably have been uncomfortable for Dan but such was the wetness that Tom’s grip slid easily over Dan’s cock.
Tom’s approach had the desired effect as Dan gasped with pleasure, his breathing and rhythm both getting faster. The first jet of cum surprised Tom as it was clear that Dan hadn’t yet reached his peak though wasn’t far off. A second soon followed… more forceful… spraying onto Tom’s abdomen.
“Oh Tom… fuck me!” gasped Dan as he slammed down once more onto Tom’s thighs then froze… seated… involuntarily clamping Tom’s cock as his orgasm landed. Now he came properly sending string after string of hot semen onto Tom’s body and as far as his throat and chin.
“Oh… Fuck!” Tom cried out, “Yes…” as the tight, pulsing grip on his own cock took him over the edge. If his orgasm earlier had been amazing; this one was off the scale. It went on and on… clenching and spraying… clenching and spraying deep inside Dan’s rectum.
Slowly, the spasms diminished and their breathing steadied and slowed. Dan leant forward until their torsos met, trapping and spreading his semen between them. Easing up slightly, Dan wiped his finger across Tom’s chin and offered it to him. Without hesitation, Tom licked all of the cum from it greedily. He’d tasted lots of his own cum so knew what to expect though Dan’s was wonderfully sweet to his taste.
Dan slowly rolled onto his side causing Tom’s cock to slip from his open hole along with the first of Tom’s own cum which ran down onto his inner thigh.
They were silent for a short while… recovering… basking…
“God Tom… that was so fucking good! Are you sure that was your first time with a guy?”
Tom smiled… proud. “Scout’s honour,” he replied. “And you… my god… just fucking you!”
~~~ & ~~~
It was late now or early depending on how you looked at it. Three-forty-five and counting.
The pair lay quietly; basking in the afterglow. Close but not embracing though Dan’s arm remained across Tom’s sticky abdomen, somehow affirming the new bond between them.
[What a start to Christmas Day?] Thought Tom as he flitted in and out of light sleep.
~~~ & ~~~
“Good morning lover… it’s almost ten… Tea or Coffee?”
Tom slowly awoke to see Dan standing over him dressed in a T-shirt and boxers. The duvet had been drawn back up meaning Tom felt warm and snug. He could have stayed put for much longer had that been an option.
“Erm… morning Dan… erm… Coffee would be great thanks…”
Dan spun round and headed for the kitchen.
“On its way… feel free to use the bathroom… there’s clean towels in there and a guest toothbrush… unused of course!”
As Tom gathered his senses, it occurred to him how covered he was in both Dan’s and his own dried semen. Quickly, he got up, walked across to the ensuite bathroom and enjoyed a hot powerful shower using a fragrant mix of the various cleansing gels lined up on the shower shelf. He could have stood under the shower forever but the smell of fresh coffee tempted him away. He dried quickly, brushed his teeth, collected his clothes from their various locations and got dressed before joining Dan in the kitchen.
“Feel better?” asked Dan.
“Much thanks. The shower was great.”
“There you go, freshly ground Columbian. I hope you like it.”
Tom did. It tasted delicious. He’d only expected instant. Dan was obviously a guy with taste as well as means. What a catch he’d make for some guy when it came to settling down, thought Tom.
“~~~ & ~~~”
Traffic was light on the journey back. The low sun emerged occasionally from the otherwise drab-looking sky but the roads were dry and it seemed to take no time before they entered the outskirts of Tom’s home town.
“You direct Tom… I’ll take you to the door.”
“Are you sure? That’s really good of you.”
“Like I said, I’ve all the time in the world today. Not meeting the gang until this evening.”
“OK… right at the lights then third left…”
…
“Almost there… fifty metres more on the left… this is me.”
“Tom. I do hope this wasn’t a one-off. We could have a lot of fun, you and I.”
“I’ve loved every minute Dan. I still can’t take it all in. Look, I better head in… nosey neighbours and all that. I’ll be in touch… promise.”
Dan reached across and gently squeezed Tom’s crotch.
“Think of us together when you wank later…”
“Oh for sure I will… you can bet on that.”
“Take care Tom and enjoy the festivities.”
“Will do Dan and you have fun too. ’til next time…”
Tom waved briefly as Dan drove away and then headed inside.
“Hi all… only me.”
“Only you indeed,” said Tom’s mother. “Just in time to lay the table… Oh, and Merry Christmas by the way.”
“Merry Christmas Mum!”
~~~ & ~~~
[All over for another year,] thought Tom as he stirred on the morning of the twenty-seventh, a Friday. The store had exceeded all sales targets over the past year and, as a reward, management had agreed to remain closed for an extra day – almost unheard of in retail. With the following day being Tom’s Saturday off according to the rota, he was looking forward to a long weekend before returning to work on Monday.
Today, though, was pool day. The only thing to decide was at what time to head over there. Tom rolled onto his back and pushed back the heavy duvet a little before running his hands over his chest and abdomen before moving on to his cock, semi-stiff, just as it was almost every morning. With time on his side, this wank could take as long as he wanted.
It didn’t quite work out that way though. No sooner had he first grasped his cock than lifelike visions of his time with Dan came sharply into focus. He sensed in minute detail the moment he came in Dan’s throat likewise the point at which the head of his cock pushed through Dan’s sphincter. It all just seemed to flood back like a wave enveloping him. His cock swelled and became fully hard in a matter of seconds as the imagery flew through Tom’s consciousness; like a movie speeded up. Then everything slowed as Tom recalled the force of Dan’s orgasm with his own only seconds later.
Tom had unconsciously brought his hands back to his chest and was squeezing his nipples hard, almost painfully so, as he recalled the feeling as he pumped his warm cum deep inside Dan.
“What the fuck…” gasped Tom as his cock repeated the process, this time unaided, flexing and spraying cum into his nightwear boxers. He quickly thrust his hand down and pumped his cock to prolong the orgasmic spasms.
Tom had never felt as sexually charged as he did at that moment except for the time he’d orgasmed with Dan.
With these memories to call on, masturbation would never be the same again, thought Tom. Come to mention it; neither would his life in general!
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Having had a taste of what man could do to man, Tom’s thoughts turned to Dave, forever the first guy to really pique his interest, and that ‘arrangement’ Dave had with the DA.
“You prat!” Tom chided himself as the penny finally dropped. “A few quid, my arse… he sucks or fucks his way into that spa… I just know it!”
Already, Tom was seeing life through a different prism and, fuck! did it look good? Not least because the number of potential sex buddies had suddenly doubled now that Tom’s scope took in the whole of male kind… well, almost.
A smile of anticipation spread across Tom’s handsome face; a good measure of naivety and innocence, now lost forever.
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Tom was glad of the walk to the pool, however brief. Christmas wasn’t the most active time of the year, he pondered. He was keen to get back in the pool… tighten up his body even more. Fucking with Dan had been energetic to say the least but it was Dan, on top, who’d had most of the exercise. Only Tom’s cock had had a thorough workout!
He tried to push thoughts of their joint orgasm to one side as he approached the entrance. It looked a bit busy and a stiffy in the changing rooms would probably see him reported… barred even. That would be shit.
“Good evening,” said the DA. “Have a good Christmas?”
“Yes… great thanks… just over too quickly. Missed the swimming though.”
“It’s been busy today but starting to quieten down now. I’ll be setting the lanes in a few minutes.”
“That’s great. I wasn’t sure if you’d have them tonight.”
“Have you signed up for membership yet?”
“Damn… slipped my mind. Is that offer still on?”
“It is… yes. Twenty-five percent off your first twelve months if you sign-up by the end of January. Mind though… you must pay for the full year upfront. No discount on monthly subs.”
“Thanks for the nudge… I think I’ll go for it.”
“It would be an investment… believe me. Money well spent.”
Did the DA just wink? Tom couldn’t be sure.
“Right. Thanks again. I better get changed…”
“You’re welcome. Enjoy your swim!”
Tom paid the receptionist and made his way to the changing room smiling briefly as he glanced down the corridor to the spa’s entrance. He changed slowly, not really wanting to swim until the lane buoys were in place. As it happened, he was still too early so walked to the far, deep end, sat down on the pool side then pushed down and away to drop quietly in. The chlorine level smelt quite high as Tom lowered his goggles to protect his eyes. He’d never worn them as a kid and always had badly bloodshot eyes after a trip to the pool. It had put him off returning as he grew up, distracted by other things. Great to be back though.
After a few widths, breathing just on the turn, he paused, holding the pool edge while treading water. The DA approached with the first line of buoys and, in no time, had two lanes cordoned off. Tom wasted no time and began his usual routine of alternating crawl and breaststroke. He’d tried backstroke but hadn’t really mastered it and, in any case, he didn’t feel it would add much, fitness-wise. Butterfly on the other hand was a project for the New Year. One or two of the guys who swam that stroke for the local club had pecs like Tarzan. That was good enough for Tom.
In just a couple of days and with the festive diet, Tom had lost a little strength and stamina. He wouldn’t be beaten though and managed his usual length count despite feeling knackered for the last half dozen or so. He knew he’d soon be back to par and, hopefully, beyond it in the weeks ahead.
As he climbed out of the pool, trying not to look too exhausted; he suddenly thought of Dave. Looking across the main pool to the diving area beyond, Tom smiled, suddenly excited at the sight of Dave climbing the ladder to the middle board. He watched as Dave strode down the board, kind of skipped and hopped to load it and then he was airborne… a tucked double somersault before straightening. From where he stood, Tom couldn’t see Dave’s entry but had no doubt, it would have been clean.
“Dive Maestro Dave indeed,” thought Tom; as a renewed feeling of anticipation began to take hold.
~~~ fin ~~~