3 comments/ 18445 views/ 15 favorites A Tale of Two Opposites By: Chris7sw Thhhhhump!! "UUUUGHHH!" "AAGGHH FUCK!" Fuckin' hell - I didn't mean to run into him - damn, I didn't mean to run into anyone, but I just did - literally. I'd just panicked as I realised that I'd left a brand new hard drive on the back seat of the car. I'd just bought it along with a small fortune's-worth of other computer bits and pieces...and while I'd brought in several large boxes full of bits, I'd left the hard drive behind, still in its box. Sod's law says that if I left it there for much more than five minutes then some thieving git would come along, smash a car window and nick it - so I was hot-footing it out to the car, when it happened. There was this heavy, somewhat oblique impact; some guttural grunts, an impression of flying and falling, some groans and a fair amount of pain and then I was lying there in the gutter alongside a somewhat rotund and rough-looking guy who I'd suddenly and violently met. "Jesus fuckin' hell!" I exclaimed, shaken to the core and wringing my hand to get rid of the pain, "What the fuck were...? Why don't you watch where you're bloody well going!" "No - what the fuck were YOU doing?" the other guy exclaimed angrily as he sat up, "I just walked past your fuckin' gate and..." Suddenly I realised that I was indeed almost entirely in the wrong...I'd just galloped out of our gateway without even looking, never expecting there to be anyone right in my way. I've got one of those old houses with a high wall and heavy brick pillars at the front, so I couldn't see anything, but I should have looked first, shouldn't I? "Ah - oh fuck - oh shit! Ummm, look, sorry mate - I'm really, really sorry," I exclaimed, contritely now, "Yeah - you're right - guess it was my fault. I'm so sorry - you ok?" "Just about," the other guy said as he sat up, "No thanks to you." "I am - I'm really sorry," I said, now feeling very contrite, "I wasn't thinking...I wasn't looking either and I was in a hurry." We both stood up - actually I helped him up and we began brushing the dust and dirt off our clothes. I looked at him as I did so. Oh fuck - there was a trickle of blood running down the side of his face. "Shit - you're hurt," I said pointing at his head. "Whereabouts?" he asked, his hand feeling for the blood - which he soon found. "Oh bugger - you got a tissue or something?" he asked as he dabbed at it with his hand and made the trickle into a smear. "Yeah, yeah - come in the house and I'll fix you up. Oh - I'm so sorry," I said, now feeling like a complete idiot for crashing into him. I linked my arm into his to help him up the path - he seemed to be a little unsteady on his feet - and eventually got him into the utility room where I sat him down. In a few moments I'd found some soft lint and some plasters and a little later I was bathing his wound - a small nick on his temple. "You'll live," I said, hoping to relax him and it seemed to work. "Yeah - I'm ok. Have you got a plaster I can put on it?" he asked and no sooner said than done and he was repaired. "That better?" I asked and he nodded. "Could I have a drink of something?" he asked, "And if you've got a couple of paracetamols, they might come in handy too. Head's spinning..." No problem - the utility room cupboard was filled with such useful things and I got him a glass of water to wash the pills down and soon they were gone. "Hey, um - stay there for a moment would you - I must get something from the car," I said, having suddenly remembered my hard drive once more and inside a minute I'd fetched it and now felt very much more relaxed. "You alright now?" I asked, "Feeling any better?" "I'll do - bit sore in places but I'll be ok. Better let those pills go down though before I get on my way," he said, "But thanks for your help anyway." "Least I could do since I caused it," I said but he held up his hand to stop me talking. "Just bad luck us both trying to be in the same place at the same time," he said with a small smile, "Never mind - worse things have happened..." "Absolutely," I said and then I realised that I didn't even know who I was talking to. "Oh sorry - I ought to introduce myself - I'm Peter, Peter Lord," I said and the other guy held out his hand which I grasped and shook. "I'm Paul, Paul Clark - Nobby, they call me," he said with a smile, "Us Clarks all get called that." I laughed, knowing that I too was lumbered with a silly nickname. "Ha - I'm called Streak - guess you know why!" I said laughing, "Although actually they called me that because I'm tall and thin." "You're not really thin," said Nobby, eyeing me up and down, "Tall yes, but not thin." "Oh all right," I said, "Slim perhaps - 32 inch waist but I'm not skinny." I gave Nobby a good once-over to assess him mentally and perhaps physically, soon realising that he was probably six inches shorter than me, if not more and definitely somewhat more rotund, although not totally fat-looking. He was a cheerful looking guy; short dark hair; blue eyes like me and generally reasonable enough in appearance, if a bit on the rough side. He was wearing a rather over-sized t-shirt and baggy jogging trousers - the kind with an elasticated waist. "So what do you do then?" I asked having assessed his body shape, "I reckon you look as if you're stuck in an office." "Office! Far from it! Seldom see an office," exclaimed Nobby, "I'm into sport - I coach hockey players; men that is - well, goal-minders in particular and in my spare time I wrestle." "Bloody hell," I said, "And there was me thinking you were a bit...oh damn - sorry, I mean more suited for a sedentary life." "Oh - you mean fat?" he said, "Nah - not a bit of it - it's all muscle, mate." With that he stood up and quickly stripped off his t-shirt to reveal his upper body. My jaw dropped as he displayed his remarkably well developed muscles; his bulging pecs; his massive biceps and his ripped abdomen...not to mention his profusion of hairs and tattoos. He was solid - all man! Don't get me wrong - I'm not gay - I don't really like blokes at all but his upper body was a bit like something you'd see in a magazine and something of a complete surprise too. "Wow!" I exclaimed, "Bloody hell - got you wrong then!" "You're not the first," he said remaining stripped down as he sat once more, "So, what do you do then - you look as if sport is definitely your scene." "Definitely wrong!" I exclaimed, "Right shape - wrong mind. And as it happens, I'm the one who spends his time behind a desk. Can't stand sports actually." "Ah come on - you must do something sporty - you're just built for it!" Nobby said, "Show me your chest." Never having been shy of my body, I too quickly removed my t-shirt and I saw Nobby's eyes open wide. "Hey - you look like a model or a swimmer," he said, "All smooth and clean. Do you shave? Where's all your hair?" "Never had any - parentage I guess," I explained, "Not that I miss being hairy." "What about your bollocks - surely they're hairy?" said Nobby, rather to my surprise, "Mine are simply covered!" I shook my head. "Just a small clump in the usual place but no hairs elsewhere," I said, smoothing my hands over my chest, "Not even under my arms." "Is that right?" he said, "Hey - look, I'll show you! This is how hairy I am." Suddenly he stood up and with his thumbs he pushed down the waistband of his joggers - not actually revealing his hairy balls but at least revealing that his broad and dense forest of hairs continued below his belt and out of sight. The root and perhaps a couple of inches of his cock appeared briefly until he pulled his trousers back up again. He chuckled heartily. "Haha haha!" he chortled, "Stupid of me! I was going to show you how hairy my balls are without thinking that they're right down there! I'd be showing everything! Must still be a bit woozy!" I laughed with him at the absurdity of the situation and we banged knuckles together to show our camaraderie - although we were hardly life-long friends... "Ah well - so, what are you into? Is it modelling or swimming?" said Nobby, but I shook my head. "No, sorry, I don't mind a quick dip but I'm into computers I'm afraid," I said, "Completely geekish I guess!" "Oh - now that is interesting," said Nobby, his eyes brightening up, "Do you know much about them then?" "I build custom made PCs for my customers," I said airing my detailed knowledge, "All kinds of weird and wonderful set-ups...good business." "Wow! All I know about computers is that they keep going wrong!" he said ruefully, "Wouldn't have a go at fixing mine would you? I was trying to do something a while ago and it kept shutting down on me. I've hardly used it since then and I miss it when I do the team lists." Now I'm not usually into doing computer work just as a kindness but I felt somehow that I owed this guy something so I decided that I could probably spare him a couple of hours for free, so I nodded. "I'll give it a go if you like," I said, "What is it - a tablet, laptop, PC?" "Just my PC that I run at home," said Nobby, "Keeps locking up or doing strange things..." "Ok - bring it round - this evening any good?" I said and this time Nobby nodded. "Yeah, great," he said, "I'm free - about sevenish?" "Done!" I agreed and we both stood up to close the conversation and our meeting. As we did so Nobby suddenly staggered forward a couple of steps and I just about managed to catch him in my arms. I held him firmly and closely as he shook his head, his eyes looking decidedly wobbly. "Woooo!" he said, "Came over all dizzy - sorry." "No problem - you'd better stay a bit longer. Come on, sit down again," I said. Still clutching him fairly tightly I walked him backwards towards the chair he'd just vacated and as I did so I realised that something was prodding into my thigh - something hard but flexible...it could only be his cock! It was my turn to shake my head... I managed to sit him down and there it was, quite a sizeable tent in his joggers, which I tried to ignore. Nobby was still a bit dazed I think and seemed to be unaware of his predicament but from my position it was unmistakable, even to the extent of a small damp spot that stained his joggers a darker colour. 'Why the hell is he hard?' I wondered, not having thought of anything sexual at all until now, 'Oh fuck - he's starting to make me hard too!' About then Nobby seemed to pull himself together and his arms, once limply by his sides now quickly swung across his lap, more or less successfully hiding his erection. "Sorry mate," he said, blinking his eyes, "Feeling better now. Didn't realise I was so shaken up." "Bit like after you've given blood," I said, "You're ok until you go to walk outside! Hey - that's an idea - a cup of tea with plenty of sugar's supposed to be good - could I make you a cuppa - perhaps you'd prefer that to water?" "Won't say no - but any chance you could make it coffee not tea?" he replied, "Never liked tea much." "Yeah - no problem - come on through to the kitchen - you'll be able to see my set-up too," I said and Nobby stood up again, still not too steadily. My eyes automatically fell down to where his penis had been tenting his trousers but apart from a generous bulge there was no indication of an erection - at least he was under control, even if my own cock was still at least half-hard. But at just six inches long, my cock didn't cause much of a tent...and then I shuddered involuntarily as I suddenly realised how long Nobby's cock must be to cause that sized tent! My eyes were very reluctant to leave his groin - I was dead curious now! But why was I interested? Am I gay and don't know it? Nah - just plain curious I guess! We walked down the hall and through to the kitchen, passing my spare room that was now my office-cum-workshop - piled and littered with computer bits and pieces, boxes and other junk. "Work in progress," I said as we stopped and peered inside, "Not to mention a load of clutter!" "Wow," said Nobby, "How on earth do you know where everything is? I'd get lost just looking." I laughed, because that indeed was one of my problems. "Yeah - I can never find the bit I want - it's always somewhere else," I said, "Spend half my time going out and buying new parts and then finding that I've already got them at home somewhere." "You need organising," said Nobby, "Some racking over there; a decent worktop; get some of those see-through storage units to sit on the top for all the little bits; a few more power points won't come amiss by the look of it; a few other things - easy!" "Oh yeah," I said, "I'm terrible at organising that sort of thing!" "I could do it!" he said, sounding entirely sincere, "Right up my street. I'm great at getting things into order and I love doing a bit of DIY work. Let me see what needs doing tonight; I'll see if I can come up with some ideas. Might cost you a few quid but it'd be worth it, I think." "Ok," I said, quite relieved in a way to get the place more shipshape, "Yeah, good plan - have a look at that while I'm fixing your machine." We moved on to the kitchen which opens off the lounge and I sat Nobby on one of the breakfast stools while I stirred up some tea and coffee - then we went and sat in the lounge. "Come on then, tell me a bit about yourself," I said by way of something to talk about. "Ok - where do I start...ummmm...I'm 30 this year," said Nobby, "I'm five foot six; I'm about 240 pounds and I've got a flat just round the corner from here. I only rent it but it's what I call home anyway. And I work at the gym and down at the sports club; the gym for my wrestling and the sports club for the hockey. Yeah - and I told you I train goal minders and I do but I actually also manage our local hockey team. And I'm single - well, divorced and er, what else?" "Nah - nothing - better tell you about me then," I replied and he nodded with interest. "Right - well I'm 29 next month. I'm six three and about 170 pounds...and this is my house - all paid for," I said proudly, "Nice little inheritance from my grandfather paid for it, thank heavens. And that's meant that I didn't have to get a proper nine to five job so I've had a chance to build up my own business. I'm something of a specialist computer person - I've always been good with IT stuff. So now I'm well set. That's my Range Rover out there - bought it new last year - and I'm single too." Nobby looked ruefully at me. "Range Rover," he said, cheerfully scornful but a bit enviously, I thought, "I can't even afford to park my bike around here! Still, I hardly need a car. I borrow the van from the sports club when I want to shift some gear around." "I need my transport," I said, "Some of my clients are out of town and I try to provide a complete service for them, home installation and back-up included." "Good for you! So you're tall, slim, handsome and rich!" said Nobby cheerfully and I shrugged my shoulders. "If you say so!" I agreed. "I do - and you're the complete opposite to me!" said Nobby, "Not that it matters really. Chalk and cheese - but opposites attract, they say." I didn't want to admit that he wasn't beautiful, but he was a bit rugged to look at... "We must be well opposite then, from the way we met!" I said, laughing and Nobby joined in. "Magnetic personalities more like!" he said, "The way we came together!" "Hey - N for Nobby and S for Streak. North and South, like magnets - no wonder we collided!" I added and we both fell about laughing. The conversation degenerated into an amiable chatter about life around the neighbourhood, the weather, the TV (which as it turned out, neither of us watched much); the local 'talent' such as it was and many other inconsequential subjects before we both put down our mugs and stood up once again. Immediately my eyes fell to his groin and although there was obviously something quite large in there, there were no signs of an erection or other unexpected protrusions. I found myself feeling a bit let down somehow! Soon Nobby was on his way, waving back to me and reminding me of our seven o'clock date and then there was peace again. I busied myself finding places to dump my latest purchases, getting myself a drink and some food and dealing with my emails - and soon seven o'clock was upon me. Minutes later the door bell rang and Nobby was back, still dressed in jogging bottoms and a t-shirt and lugging his PC under his arm. I let him in and, taking the computer from him, I took it into my workshop and connected it up. "Ok - let's have a drink while we're waiting," I said, "Wine, scotch, vodka, lager, coffee, water?" He laughed and said he'd enjoy a scotch - but since I then discovered that my ice tray was empty, he accepted vodka and coke instead and I joined him...while filling my depleted ice rack. With the computer now fired up and loaded I sat down to see what I could find. Viruses - loads of them, to mention but a few of his problems! And everything was so out-of-date too. Well - what else was I expecting! "Don't think much of your protection!" I said laughing as I installed a good program and started it running. "Don't know much about that kind of thing," said Nobby innocently, "I've just ignored things like that I guess..." I watched the progress of the clean-up but I soon realised that probably only a complete re-installation would deal with his problems - everything was wrong. I explained the problems to Nobby who looked somewhat crestfallen. "Is that going to cost me?" he asked but I was able to shake my head. "Nah - it's mainly down to time and loading newer stuff," I replied, "Anyway, I owe you, don't I?" Nobby put a burly arm over my shoulder and patted me to express his thanks...his patting was more like a rough blow than a love tap, that was for certain, but it was meant well! A little while later I'd backed-up all his Documents folders and set the machine to do a full re-installation. "Ok," I said, "Let's leave the computer to run while we have a break - come on through to the lounge." Together with new drinks we headed to the lounge where we settled comfortably among the plants inside the sunroom and there we chattered about hockey - about which I knew nothing - and about computers - about which he knew nothing...but somehow we both enjoyed our chatter. Eventually I guessed the programs should have completed so we returned to the 'office'. Damn - things weren't quite complete but almost...seconds were counting down... Nobby was sitting at my left elbow as we watched the screen and we idly chattered from time to time, each having another drink as we waited - and eventually things began to end their run and normal service was up and running. There was still work to do but at least I could see that his computer was now clean and safe. "I'll have a look at your C Drive and then I'll work my way through your Documents folder while I'm at it," I said as I opened up Windows Explorer. "Needs tidying a bit, doesn't it..." "Needs tidying - I bet it does!" said Nobby, "Don't think I've done anything much in there - I'm a bit iffy about that." Then he was silent as he watched me work - and indeed, his Documents folder looked as if a bomb had hit it - there were all kinds of unnamed 'new' folders everywhere, not to mention loads of random bits and pieces just dumped there. "Blimey," I said, "Thought you were good at organising things?" "Yeah, but..." replied Nobby, looking a bit shamefaced, "Inside the computer is another world - I get lost in there." "Ok then, let's do some organising for you. Makes things a lot easier if you give folders names, for a start," I said, as if I was lecturing to a student. A Tale of Two Opposites I carried on, "And keep things in groups too. I'll have a go at getting some basic plan up and running for you. Let's rename some for starters...have you got any names you want to use?" "I'd like a place to put the wrestling club photos and stuff and the same for the hockey club, but apart from that...," Nobby said, obviously not feeling very confident. "That's a start," I said as I made and named some folders for him and soon I was able to pile some assorted documents into their proper places. "Ok - let's do some proper organising now," I said and so saying I clicked on a folder that had merely a string of numbers as its name and opened it. Assorted images of hockey players appeared; some pictures of what had to be some local female talent; one or two from a beach somewhere and some more hockey photos - he'd obviously downloaded his camera memory and just left it. Nobby looked somewhat ashamed. "Total mess - I agree," he said as I started to create some more new folders and began renaming them. Soon the contents of several unnamed folders had been moved and sorted and some of the loose documents had been filed away and it wasn't long before I had a fairly logical collection of folders covering various specific topics. There were still plenty more unnamed folders though and I clicked on another one. "Wowww!" I said, as images began opening - only thumbnails thank heavens but large enough to see plenty! "Oh shit!" exclaimed Nobby, "Fuck - I'd forgotten they were in there!" There were some twenty or so photos - all more or less the same - and all of a very erect penis! Out of sheer curiosity I clicked on one and it came up full screen size - a massively long slim erection all complete with partially retracted foreskin and a shiny part of the knob exposed. "Wowww!" I said again, "Sorry - sorry - I should have asked..." Nobby shook his head. "No - not your fault. Until you opened the folder I'd completely forgotten about those pictures," he said, "You weren't to know..." I clicked on another photo a bit further down the page - the same erect penis appeared, this time with the foreskin pulled right back; the knob gleaming with moisture and with a long trickle of precum glistening down the shaft. I felt my cock jerk hard with excitement as I viewed the erotic image. Although it was 'gay' it excited me - not because of the gay content but because it was just erotic - hot and erotic. And suddenly my cock jerked even harder...because at that moment I just realised that this was very obviously the penis of the man sitting right next to me; the man who'd had an erection right in front of me; the man who's cock had pushed against my thigh not that many hours ago! "That is you, isn't it?" I said, looking at Nobby and he smiled, somewhat self-consciously and nodded. "Yeah - I set up the camera one evening - I was bored!" he said sheepishly. "Lonely too!" I said light-heartedly and he nodded. "Guess I was," he said, "Don't have that many friends who I can really call friends..." I looked back to the photos and clicked on several of the other ones and they all showed his penis in excellent detail. "At least they're good photos," I said, although as I looked at the penis, somehow the length just didn't seem real... I tried to estimate how long it was; his muscular-looking thigh was perhaps eight...nine inches across; his hand which was wrapped around his shaft in several photos would be perhaps five inches across...so that scaled up to make the penis the best part of...a foot long! I felt my mouth fall open. No - never! Joking! "Did you Photoshop these pictures?" I asked suspiciously but Nobby looked blankly at me. "Do what?" he said, "Photo what - oh no - no way. Yeah, I've heard of it - who hasn't - but I wouldn't have the first idea how to use it though." "It's a tool for manipulating images - for doing things like stretching things - making things longer for example," I explained but Nobby shook his head again. "Definitely wouldn't know how to," he said, "That's just how they come out." "Fucking hell," I exclaimed, looking at the displayed image again, "Then your penis must be eleven, twelve inches long - is that right?" Nobby nodded once more. "Yeah - can't help it!" he said quietly. I examined the penis in the photo more carefully, noting the texture of the skin, the scribbled lines of the veins beneath, the high gloss of his knob, the profusion of curly hairs from which it stood and the generosity of the stream of glistening precum. I shook my head in disbelief and looked at Nobby - who'd gone quite red. "What's up - not feeling so good?" I asked, worried that he was perhaps feeling unwell from his earlier knock, but he shook his head. "This is what's up," he said and as he lifted his hands from his lap, there once more was the towering tent that his penis had erected. Unbidden I moved my hand and hovered it an inch or two above the tent to gauge the height and even within the confines of his joggers his cock was lifting the material some seven inches, I reckoned. Nobby misunderstood my actions however. "Yeah - you can hold it if you like," he said and his hand descended on mine and pushed it down and onto the crown of the raised knob. "Ooooh, bloody hell," I exclaimed, shocked but excited as my fingers automatically curled to enclose the shaft of his penis. It felt relatively slim but hard and hot even through the material and what must have been his foreskin slid around under my touch. I was captivated now - utterly curious and somehow eager to find out more. This wasn't gay in my eyes - not yet - this was just raw sex - something I never seemed to get enough of! "Put your hand round a bit lower," said Nobby, pushing my fingers down his shaft, "Nice?" "You feel so hard," I said, "Just as it looks in the photos." "Do you want to see him in the flesh then?" said Nobby, his breath coming quickly and for some reason I nodded. Nobby stood up; slid his joggers down to his ankles - revealing that he wasn't wearing anything underneath - and quickly sat down again and there beside me was the mirror image of the screen photo! "Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed, because in real life and at close-quarters his penis seemed even longer! And that was even though it was part-buried in his curly forest and a bit recessed under his wrestler's belly. "What's it look like if you stand up?" I asked for some reason and Nobby pushed himself into an upright position again. And now his cock was on view in all its jutting glory - the full length of his shaft and bulbous knob stood out proudly, somewhat above horizontal and looking entirely majestic. I felt proud to be in its presence! I watched as it jerked upwards several times and leaked a bubble of precum. "Wow!" I exclaimed, "That is some cock!" "Come on then, touch it again, feel it properly," suggested Nobby and this time I had no hesitation in reaching out for it realising as I did so that I too was hard as a rock down there. I let my fingers wander up and down his shaft before venturing out and onto his knob where I could feel the slick stickiness of the exposed flesh. I slid my fingers that were now encircling his penis down the length until I met his wiry pubes; then I slid them back up again, now gathering his foreskin as I moved towards the crown. "It's massive!" I exclaimed, "Beautiful!" Nobby's breath was slow and deep and he was letting small groans escape from time to time. I looked at his face but his eyes were closed in ecstasy. I moved my grasping fingers up and down his lengthy shaft, slowly and gently masturbating him, but the pleasure was mine as I explored that massive weapon. Eventually I'd got my fill of the feel of his cock so I took my hand away and Nobby opened his eyes and looked at me. "Why did you stop?" he asked plaintively, "I was enjoying that!" "I'm not tossing you off, if that's what you think!" I said, one hand rubbing over my own erection, "I was just amazed..." "You didn't have to stop," said Nobby, his erection still straining and stiff, "I don't mind if you carry on. No-one else has ever done that to me since my wife and I separated." "Why did you split up then?" I asked, somewhat nosily. "My missus couldn't take all of me," he said, "We use to row over sex until she just said she was leaving... And anyway..." Somehow his sadly unfinished story gave me an incentive to touch him once more - I just couldn't help myself. Perhaps I felt sorry for him; perhaps I was just using his story as an excuse to hold his cock again; perhaps I just wanted to do it. Nobby breathed in hard as my hand wrapped around his shaft once more and he shuffled a little closer to me. "Do you want to suck it?" he asked, the tip of his tongue licking his lips, "I can suck it myself. I can only get my knob in my mouth - well, about half my cock actually, but that's enough." "You can? You lucky bastard!" I exclaimed, rather giving the game away, "Wish I could do that with mine!" "Well, come on then, open up!" said Nobby, the end of his penis held just a few inches from my face, but I was reluctant to take that step. Holding his cock was one thing - sucking it was really getting into gay sex; not the kind of thing I'd ever been a part of. "Dunno," I said as I reached up and took hold of his penis, "Not sure..." But despite my reservations, my fist was now running up and down Nobby's cock once more and I could feel his hips pushing forward with each stroke and his cock was stiff and pulsating under my fingers. His penis was beginning to leak now and although I'd missed the first dribble, which had splatted onto the floor, I'd managed to catch the subsequent trickles of precum and had spread them over his knob and down the shaft. Most of his cock now glistened with moisture, as did much of my hand and there was an incredibly erotic scent of raw hot male sex in the air now. I found out how exciting it was when I suddenly realised that my free hand was now holding and gently stroking my own erection. I didn't stop it - the whole event was way out of my control. For some while I just continued to rub his penis while caressing my own and I was getting well into it when Nobby spoke again. "You're getting me a bit close," he said softly, "I'll cum if you carry on..." I slowed my hand although I didn't entirely stop my rubbing as I pondered my next move. As I said, I'm not gay but right here and now this was just plain sex in the raw - a bit like a craving that had to be fulfilled. I really wanted to make him cum, but I was full of concern. "If I let you cum, will he go down then?" I asked, sort-of hoping that once he'd cum then life would return to normal. And then I realised that if his erection went down then that would be the end of it - no way - this was too much fun! I was trapped - loving and yet hating this gay experience! "Hmmm - not sure. Sometimes I have to cum twice or even more before he's satisfied," said Nobby, his eyes closed as I stroked him, "But don't stop, please." My mind was now made up; somehow I just wanted to continue; to watch him cum; to see the expressions on his face as he blew his load. Somehow the sensation of rubbing that extremely long penis was overcoming any feelings of revulsion or horror at doing such a gay act. Slowly I continued to rub his throbbing cock while thinking of a suitable response, almost willing him to cum. Nobby sucked in his breath hard and groaned. "Oooooh God - I'm getting really close now," he said between gritted teeth, "Pleeeeease don't stop!" I don't think I could have stopped if I tried; I was that absorbed in my task. "You going to cum for me then?" I said, inciting him to let it go, "You're going to squirt your sperm from your lovely big hard cock, aren't you?" "Fuck - yes, yes - any minute," he replied, "Nearly there." Nobby was standing facing me, side-on to the computer screen and I suddenly had a thought. I grabbed the mouse and clicked on one of the thumbnails and up on the screen appeared one of the last photos - a picture of his cock caught just as it erupted! "Aaaaahhhh! Oh God, yes!" cried Nobby as he saw the photo, "Don't stop now...its coming - its coming! Oh yessss - here it comes!" And with that Nobby grunted; his cock stiffened even more and a long streamer of white sperm blasted from the tip and past my shoulder. It must have flown six feet and I heard it splattering down somewhere behind me. A second eruption followed it but this time I'd pulled his cock downwards somehow and this thick pulse of cum splashed against my chest and oozed down my t-shirt. Another one followed - this time I made sure that it hit me too - this time I actually wanted his cum to land on me and I wasn't disappointed. His third jet was as powerful as the second and a fourth followed a few moments later. A fifth eruption managed to be stronger and splattered just under my chin. I was so excited that not only did I actively want his spunk on me but I was practically urging his cock to produce more and more. "Yeah - yeah - come on - squirt for me!" I exclaimed excitedly tugging away at his cock, "Let me have your cum!" "Yeah; still cumming!" Nobby said, breathing heavily, "Oh God - uuuuugh!" Another lesser spray of sperm landed on my thigh and yet another one sprayed my lap but that was the last, apart from small dribbles that adhered to and coated my fist as I stropped his erection. Finally I stopped my actions and returned to reality. I looked down at myself and realised that I was now simply covered in his hot strongly-scented spunk - thick white spunk that was slowly slithering down and soaking into my t-shirt, to join the volleys that had rained over my lap. I released my grip on his penis and without thinking, I brought my hand to my mouth where I stuck out my tongue and began lapping up the big blobs of sticky white cum; savouring the slightly salty flavour and the thickness of his spunk. "Oh my God!" I suddenly exclaimed, "That's your cum I'm licking up!" I looked up at him, aghast at my actions. "I swallow my own cum," I explained, "I wasn't thinking..." "Was it any different?" asked Nobby, "Probably tasted a bit different but apart from that..." I shook my head, realising that not only had it not been all that different to licking up my own cum but that I'd completely enjoyed it - I'd been lost in my own fantasy and it didn't matter that the cum wasn't mine. But now, before I could do anything more, Nobby sank to his knees before me and leaned towards me, his hands coming to rest on my hips. "What're you doing?" I asked without thinking. "I want some of my cum too," he replied, "I'm going to lick it off your shirt." Moments later there was the sensation of his tongue pushing against my chest as he gathered a big blob of cum and swallowed it. This was just so erotic I couldn't have stopped him if I tried; his hard tongue slid over my nipples and up under my chin and shortly afterwards I felt the pressure of his tongue on my trousers. I sucked in a huge breath as his tongue swabbed over my throbbing erection and Nobby looked up, a small dribble of cum hanging from his lower lip. "Did you like that," he asked, "When I licked over your cock?" "Fuck yeah," I replied as I tried to stand up, "I'm so horny I'm going to have to go and have a wank." "No, no - don't go," said Nobby, holding me in my chair, "I'll do it for you!" I was about to object when Nobby pulled down my zip and before I could do anything, his hand was searching around inside my trousers. "Hey!" I complained, sucking in a big breath as his hand made contact, "Who said you could...?" "I think your penis gave me permission," said Nobby, his hand now wrapped around my underpants-clad erection, "He certainly needs some attention!" Nobby's attention to my penis was making him throb with anticipation and illicit excitement and when I happened to glance at the photo on the screen I felt my cock jerk wildly once more. "Stand up," said Nobby and I just did so - I was putty in his hands... And even as I began to stand up, Nobby quickly undid my trousers; with a small push they fell to the ground, quickly followed by my underpants. "That's better," he said, "Oh yes - I know just what you need!" I could hardly look as I felt Nobby's breath on my abdomen - in fact I actually had my eyes shut for a while but they flew open as I felt the smoothness of what had to be his tongue swab over my knob. Somehow I remained standing while I sucked in a long breath and I sighed ecstatically as I felt his lips engulf my knob. "Oh fuck - what are you doing - that's so nice," I said quietly. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm going to suck you off of course," said Nobby, raising his head from my cock, "I'm going to make you cum in my mouth." "Oh what!" I exclaimed. I'd only ever had a few blow-jobs and they'd all been performed by women, so this was a 'first' in a big way! And more than that, his lips and tongue were doing an incredibly good job - so much so that I wasn't going to last long! Actually I wasn't going to last at all - I was so excited that it was coming up already! "Ah - watch out - you're making me cum!" I cried feeling my body begin to tremble, "Careful - I'm cummmmming!" "Mmmmmm!" moaned Nobby as he sucked harder and immediately a sharp spasm ran through me as I started to erupt! "Oh fuck, oh yeah!" I cried as I felt my sperm pulsing and rushing into his mouth, "Fucking cumming!" "Mmmmmm!" repeated Nobby as his constant sucking and squeezing of my cock caused it to erupt time and again until I was drained. "Oh God - that was excellent!" I said with feeling, "Where did you - how did you...?" Nobby released my penis and looked up at me. His lips were all wet and shiny - just like my cock! "I'm sure I'm gay or at least bisexual," he said, one hand still holding my penis, "Just love sucking a good cock - not that I get to suck that many!" "What...! Gay!" I replied, now somewhat horrified as reality sunk in, "You're gay?" "Yeah - always have been, I think. I married because I wanted to but it may have just been for show, I reckon," he said with a big smile, "Why - does it show?" "Hardly," I said, not actually knowing how a gay person should look. "And what about you? You gay or hetero or bi?" asked Nobby and I had to stop everything as I concentrated on thinking. "Dunno," I replied somewhat lamely, "I think I'm finding out..." Nobby stood up beside me and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "That was tasty," he said with relish, "And you came off so quickly!" "Always do," I said, "Always cum quickly." We both looked downwards and simultaneously chuckled as we realised that we were both still erect - Nobby's cock protruding almost twice as far as mine though; his penis complete with a nice blob of white cum at the tip. I reached down and grasped it, rubbing the sperm around his knob; now wanting this exercise in sex to continue, despite its hundred percent gay content and Nobby grasped mine too. "Need some more?" he asked, "I know I do!" I nodded and wondered if I dared to invite Nobby up to my bedroom, when he raised the subject for me. "Could we lie down - on your bed perhaps?" he asked and once again I nodded. "Yes please - let's," I said, even though only a few moments ago I'd been dithering over the idea; not to mention being somewhat horrified to find that he was gay, "Come on." Giving his penis a last quick rub I turned and led the way upstairs and into my bedroom where I stood beside the bed. Nobby's gaze took in my king-sized bed; the fitted wardrobes with their full-length mirrors and the en suite shower and a smile lit his craggy face. A Tale of Two Opposites "Nice set-up," he said, "Love the mirrors!" "What are we going to do?" I asked stupidly, knowing full well that we were going to play with each other's cocks, but Nobby understood and took over. "Don't know exactly, but let's get undressed first," he said as he pushed his joggers down and stripped off his t-shirt and moments later I'd done the same and we stood side by side by the bed. "The original odd couple!" I said, laughing and we were. Short and stocky with a twelve inch penis and tall and slim with a six inch one. At least mine was a lot thicker that his - my cock tried to make up for being short by being really thick. "Come on," said Nobby as he let himself down onto the king-size bed, "Ooooh - that feels lovely!" "I like a comfy night's sleep," I said as I carefully lay down beside him; ensuring that our bodies didn't touch but Nobby had other ideas. "Come on, come here," he said and one powerful arm reached over me and literally dragged me towards him! "Ooooh God," I groaned as I felt our chests meet; his wiry hairs scraping against my smooth skin - but somehow I wasn't so much as complaining as groaning with desire and excitement. And naturally I also felt his erection push against my abdomen and as Nobby moved us closer together I felt his length slide upwards over my stomach. I just had to put my hand down to feel it once more... "It's so long," I said, running my hand up and down his length, "Incredible!" Already his cock was slippery, presumably with precum or possibly with leftover sperm from his earlier orgasm and my hand slid easily over him. For a little while that was all we did; our bodies firmly against each other as I explored but finally Nobby stopped me. "Would you like to fuck me?" he asked, making my eyes and mouth fly open. "Fuck - you?" I asked incredulously, "What - me?" "There's no-one else here!" said Nobby, "I haven't been fucked in too long - could you...do you think you could?" Whatever I thought didn't matter because my cock was as hard and enthusiastic as he'd ever been. Even just the thought was making him throb and jerk happily and Nobby clearly understood. "Have you got any lube - you know - KY or something?" he asked, "Bet you have!" "In the drawer," I said, pointing my thumb behind me to the bedside cabinet. Nobby rolled up and over me, his heavy body squashing me into the mattress; his hard cock thrusting firmly against my stomach. Soon he rolled back, a small tube of KY in his hand. "Great!" he said, "Essential for wanking - not to mention fucking! Hold still - I'll do it for you." "Do what?" I asked without thinking. "Lubricate my arse and I'll put some on your cock too," he said, once again startling me with his forthright words and I looked blankly at him. "I'll need some lube in there with your nice fat cock," he said, "And you'll have to be careful at first." "But - but - I never said I'd..." I blustered, but Nobby killed my objections. His hand slid between us and grasping my cock he spread some of the KY over my penis, making me gasp from the erotic sensation. Then, in a moment or two his hand left my cock and was between his legs, sliding underneath his balls to his arsehole. "You'll have to come up on top," he said as he rolled onto his back and then, using his powerful arms he pulled me up on top of him. My extra body length automatically meant that my knees now fell between his legs and I found myself supporting my weight with my knees and at once felt my penis nudging between his buttocks - slithering around in the slippery lube. "That's it - just there, yeah, there," said Nobby as he spread his legs wider and lifted his pelvis up, "Feel with your fingers." Hardly considering what I was doing I reached down; my hand sliding over his crinkly hairy balls and past my penis as I did so. I followed my cock until I reached his arse. "Push your finger in," Nobby said, "Get me ready for you," No - I was reluctant to proceed that far...until he came to the rescue. His hand snaked down under his buttock and locating my fingers, he pushed my index finger against his firm puckered flesh. Moments later we both moaned as my finger entered his arsehole, sliding smoothly in the gel. He pushed me further in until at least half my finger was inside him and to be honest, it wasn't as nasty as I'd expected. It was warm and moist in there; everything was soft, slippery and pliable except the ring of sphincter muscles that kept firmly squeezing my finger. Then I remembered a prostate examination I'd had once. The doctor hadn't done or used anything special (except gloves and some gel, inevitably) and I suffered no pain, even when he located my prostate and pronounced it to be normal. Emboldened by my medical experience I pushed my finger further inside until my knuckles were against his hairy arse. It was tough going now, straining one finger without the other fingers getting in the way and Nobby seemed to realise. "Put another one in," said Nobby, "You're doing fine so far - and so gentle!" "Am I?" I asked, not having thought of doing otherwise, "You're ok then? Nobby sucked in a breath sharply just at that moment. "Oh sorry - second finger!" I explained, "Tighter!" "Out of practice," grunted Nobby, "But keep going." I angled my fingers inside him until I could feel the spongy mass of his prostate, which I rubbed for a little while. Nobby groaned as I did so and I saw and felt his cock jerk each time I stimulated his prostate. Soon a little trickle of precum; and another and another slithered from his cock, pooling on his abdomen below me. It was almost as if I was making him cum, from the inside... While I'd been exploring his anal extremities, Nobby hadn't been idle, although I'd not really taken much notice until now. His spare hand had been on top of me, holding my body close to his; his fingers spread out over one of my buttocks and I'd quite got used to the feeling - shocking as it may have been for a non-gay person like me. But I was suddenly alerted to his hands' presence as I felt his finger slip down my cleft and come to rest on my own arsehole. But again, instead of me finding it nasty, I felt my arse moving against his finger; actually pushing outwards as if to greet his exploring digit. "That's it - do that," Nobby said quietly, "Don't worry - I'm just feeling you..." Now his finger was actually at my arsehole, pushing gently inwards; stretching the skin sideways - testing my pliability, it seemed. "Stop it, no don't..." I said, unconvincingly but utterly frightened by this new experience, "Stop it - oh it's nice, but stop it!" "Ok," he said, "Let's try another approach then." And with that his hand moved away - leaving my arsehole feeling suddenly unwanted and lonely - not to mention exposed! But a few moments later his hand was back, exploring blindly once more until he located my hole again and this time his finger was cool and very slippery. My hole squeezed shut as my body quivered with the sensation, causing Nobby to stop. "Let it go - relax, got some KY on my finger," he said, "I'm not going to hurt you." His finger pushed against my hole a little harder and I found myself complying with his request - now knowing full well that his finger would soon be embedded inside me just as my fingers were inside his arse. But now I wanted him to explore; to take me; to return the feelings; to finger-fuck me too! I just couldn't say much - all I could do was to groan occasionally and allow my raw and inexperienced body to comply with his bidding but finally I found my voice. "Don't - please be careful...," I groaned, "It's going to hurt..." "No it isn't," said Nobby gently, "just relax everything; push out a bit and it'll be good!" I shut my eyes as if that would cancel out all the 'gay' things that were happening and felt my body go almost limp and moments later there was a stretching feeling; an uncomfy one for a while - and then a feeling of fullness - and I realised that his finger was now inside me. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck me!" I cried, kind of in horror; a large part of me still completely rejecting this sexual happening. "If you want me to!" said Nobby with a chuckle, "Did you mean that?" "Wahhhh - NO!" I cried in panic as I realised what I'd said, "No way!" "All in good time then," said Nobby chuckling affably, his finger sliding smoothly in and out of my arsehole, "Come on then, how about you fucking me now?" He withdrew his finger and suddenly I felt unwanted again - I almost needed him back in there but my attention was now elsewhere. Having exceeded my own health and safety guidelines, so to speak, I suddenly felt quite relaxed now that I was no longer invaded and as my senses returned to something like normal, I realised that my cock had lost none of its hardness and was nudging up against my fingers which were still embedded in Nobby's hole. It seemed second nature to remove my fingers and replace them with my cock and as I fumbled around, Nobby fell silent - until suddenly I found that everything was in place. The tip of my lubricated penis became seated in the already opened indent of his arsehole and I felt his flesh pushing, well, almost pulling at me; willing me to enter. "That's it - you're there. Come on then - get it in me," said Nobby, "You know you want to." And taking a deep breath, I did just that; my thick, stiff, slippery erection sliding suddenly into Nobby's body. "Yesssssssss," hissed Nobby, "Oooooh! Aaaaaaggghhhhh! Oh, oh yes - you feel so good now you're in. Stretching me wide open - its lovely!" "Oooooooh," we both moaned as our union was consummated. "Yesssss," I groaned, "I'm inside you - oh fuck, how did I get here!?" "You wanted me," said Nobby, "You didn't know it but I'm what you needed." "How do you know that?" I asked, pushing my cock inside him once more and feeling his flesh stretching as I penetrated him; feeling the welcoming grasp of his anal cavity. "You just never said 'no' - well, not convincingly," he said, pulling me into him, "It was obvious you wanted to try something but you were scared. Don't blame you really but just look at you - here you are, fucking a man and fucking away happily!" And I was! I thrust hard into him, pushing my penis as far into his anus as I could, until our stomachs mashed together, squashing his oozing, slippery, lengthy penis between us. I pulled almost all the way out and thrust again, realising now that this was good; this was plain simple fucking regardless of the sex of the participants; this was what my cock needed! "You planned this, didn't you?" I said, accusing Nobby but he shook his head. "No way!" he said, "It all just happened...some chatter and all of a sudden we're away! Why - you complaining?" "No - not now," I said, "But I wonder how I'll feel afterwards?" "Drained and happy!" said Nobby, "Now come on - fuck me properly and make us both happy!" So saying he wrapped his legs around my buttocks, pulling my thrusting penis harder and harder into his hole and causing us both to grunt as our bodies came together. But it was good rutting - an animalistic fucking that was about to relieve a load of 'dirty water' from my somewhat stagnant sperm reservoirs. Each time I plunged into his body I could feel my foreskin being pulled back by the tight ring of muscles around his hole; a feeling that was creating sensations that were building rapidly into an orgasm. I ploughed on quicker now; my excited penis shaking and quivering with pent-up need; a need to fulfil my 'duty' and a need to empty sperm from my body into his. As my mind allowed those thoughts to spin through my consciousness I very slowly came to realise that I was having gay sex! 'What!!??' my mind said in an explosion of sudden homophobic shock - and then, as if realising that the pleasure far outweighed the stigma, a weight lifted from my shoulders. I was indeed fucking a man - and I was loving it! "Play with me, Peter," said Nobby and as I thrust down from above him I looked at his cock, jutting up, long and slim; its foreskin stretched back to reveal his glowing shiny knob and somehow it just seemed right to give him a helping hand. Supporting myself on one arm I reached down and grasped his shaft, my fingers sliding up and over his knob. I felt my fingers getting wet as his penis dribbled precum onto my palm and I caressed his cock with the slippery fluid. "Oooooo yesssss," groaned Nobby, "That's nice - oooo, so good, keep doing that! And keep fucking me too!" And it seemed almost natural to masturbate him as I fucked him, my body and my hand now moving together and if Nobby was enjoying it, I certainly was as well. Now those pre-orgasmic feelings were starting to surface...little shudders and shakes - involuntary ones - were happening and I could feel sweat beginning to form over my shoulders and chest. I was breathing faster too, as was Nobby and his eyes were now half closed as his body concentrated on his own orgasm. I moved faster now, no longer in cadence with my hand; my movements becoming somewhat irregular and jerky as more and more uncontrollable responses took over my body. "You getting close?" asked Nobby and I nodded my head, finding myself unable to speak. "Good - good - me too - cum inside," said Nobby quietly, "cum inside me." My eyes sprang open with a kind of delighted shock. I'd been starting to wonder if I should pull out and I knew that I'd feel unfulfilled if I had to spray my seed on his stomach. It would be a bit like coitus interruptus; an incomplete job, even if my seed would never make him pregnant. And there was a certain satisfaction in unloading my sperm inside my partner; a degree of contentment that nothing else could achieve. "You sure?" I asked and it was Nobby's turn to nod. "I want to feel you cum - I want to feel it all happen inside me," he said and as he spoke I felt his arsehole squeezing my cock ever more tightly. "Ok, yeah," I said, "Won't be long now." "I'll be with you," Nobby replied, his hand closing around my fist on his penis, "do it a bit faster - hold me tighter." I didn't reply because I was now absorbed in my up-and-coming orgasm - it was getting really close. And silently, punctuated only by the slap of the meeting of our hot sweaty flesh and our laboured breaths, we neared our climaxes. "Yeah - yeah - yeah!" I grunted as my last few thrusts came faster and faster - until I froze up; my body rigid for a second or two - before the dam gates opened and my orgasm overwhelmed me. "Uuuuuuh!" I cried, shuddering violently and feeling the first pulse of sperm travelling up my penis, "Ooooooh yeah!" "Yesssss - felt that!" ejaculated Nobby, "Aaaaagh - making me cum too!" With that his cock jerked in my grip. I felt it swell and thrust through my fist as his own orgasm let loose - his first jet of sperm spraying well up his body, almost to his chin. Quickly I wanked his pulsating cock causing several more sprays to erupt and all the while my own penis was jerking out volley after volley of cum deep inside Nobby's arse. "Oh Christ - that was good!" groaned Nobby, "Oh yeahhhhh!" "Needed that," I replied, panting hard and I saw Nobby's eyes open wide - I don't think that either he or I expected me to say that! I looked down at my hand and it was liberally covered in Nobby's oozing white cum and when I lowered my sight further I saw that my cock had a ring of frothy cum surrounding it. I let my eyes wander back up his body, now taking in the extensive sprays of wetness covering Nobby's body and somehow I just had to be part of that. Relaxing my arms I lowered my body down onto his, feeling the still-warm cum slide and spread between us - it felt deliciously nasty but erotic! Still panting somewhat I suddenly realised that our faces were now mere inches apart and I smiled broadly at him and at that moment Nobby's hand reached behind my head and pulled me closer. For a moment I wondered what was happening, until our lips met - his wet and welcoming; mine drier and still uncertain. I felt Nobby's tongue attempt to insinuate itself between my lips and I was partially horrified and partially aroused by the action. 'Oh, go for it!' my mind said and seconds later my own tongue met his. Moments thereafter, our lips parted; our bodily fluids mingled and our tongues began their own love-making. In moments I felt my cock stiffen once more and Nobby's too began jerking between us; our oral action was creating waves elsewhere in our bodies. We both moaned simultaneously, deep soft moans of contentment and yet of unfulfilled lust - we hadn't finished our sexual pleasures yet. I guess we were lip-locked and tongue-duelling for the best part of five minutes before we parted; probably to allow us both to draw in deep lungfuls of air - we'd been so involved in our lust that breathing had almost been forgotten! And it was as we surfaced that we both realised that my cock had slipped from Nobby's hole, although its tip still rested against his flesh. "Ooops, sorry," I said but Nobby wasn't complaining. "Let's have a break," he suggested and soon we'd rearranged ourselves side by side on the bed. Nobby's hole had been cleaned up, as had my cock and now we just lay there relaxing, a hand on each other's erect penis; a hand just slowly and languidly sliding up and down each shaft. "I've got to cum again," said Nobby and I hummed my agreement - I too needed more but I wasn't about to cum by being wanked - I wanted some more of that incredible anal action. But Nobby beat me to it... "How about we try a 69?" he suggested, "You'd better be on top - I don't think you'd like me pushing my cock down your throat!" "69?" I questioned, "That'll mean you want me to suck you." "Well, yeah," said Nobby, "Come on - you've tried everything else! Give it a go!" And while we'd been speaking, Nobby had started to get us organised; his strong arms almost lifting me once more until my body was reversed above his, my face now looking straight at his ramrod-still penis. Yet again large parts of me were eager to try this new experience but many other parts were rebelling against the awfulness of this act...was there anything more sordid than taking a man's penis into my mouth? It just didn't seem possible that I could do it... Then Nobby spoke up, presumably realising that I was in a dilemma. "You worried?" he asked and I hummed an acknowledgement. "Ok - ok - look at it this way...when I told you I could suck my own cock, you said you wished you could do the same - yeah?" he said and I agreed. "And when I came off over your t-shirt you were there, swallowing my sperm, weren't you?" he continued and once again I agreed. "So if you can't suck your own cock, why not try mine? And while you're at it, why not try my sperm direct from the tap, so to speak?" said Nobby, completing the circle. I couldn't answer - I just didn't know what to say, because he was right - and anyway, Nobby had just allowed my cock to slide into his mouth! "Oooooh yessss," I groaned and Nobby took my cry as acceptance of his argument. "Good - good - well, just grab hold and open wide!" he said as he began to suck away at my penis. "Oooh fuck," I groaned, "That's nice, don't stop..." "Wasn't going to!" said Nobby, briefly removing my cock from his mouth to speak, "Come on then, get busy!" And now that he was demonstrating just how pleasurable cock sucking was, it seemed churlish to refuse to suck his penis, however much some parts of me still objected. After all, I had a yearning to suck my own penis, so indeed, why not his? I shut my eyes as I placed my hand round his shaft - his very long, very hard, very slippery shaft...and I pulled it more upright. And even with my eyes shut I knew it was only inches from my mouth as I could smell the hot aroma of male tumescence - but instead of being revolted, I was now becoming highly aroused. I just had to try him out!