1 comments/ 11522 views/ 10 favorites Call It Stormy Monday By: Chris7sw This isn't a quick 'fuck-up' story - this is a longish tale running to 3 pages that takes a while to build. Hopefully you'll discover that the quiet start will lead you to a much more exciting middle and ending. x-x-x-x-x-x-x Hi there, I'm Chris and this is another one of my escapades that I really ought to tell you about. It started out badly but just got better and better, as you'll soon find out. It's all about my brother and me; we're both in our early twenties and we're both single. Paul's single by his own choice I think, whereas my marriage ended after three years. I think that we both still wanted our freedom so we eventually agreed to go our own ways. And possibly I'd tried to settle down too early in life; before I'd burnt out my zest for a bit of fun. Mind you, I don't think that it had helped when I admitted to her that I was bisexual. I don't think that she knew about my sexual viewpoint and it wasn't until we were divorced that I admitted to being bisexual. And it just as well that I'd kept it hidden because she didn't take the information well at all; especially once I added that I'd had the occasional tryst with other men before and even while we were married. Perhaps it was just as well we'd decided to part - I wouldn't have blamed her for wanting out. However, once I became single again and feeling remorseful perhaps, I'd sworn off any further male interactions, vowing to stick to 'normal' heterosexual activity. But things have a strange way of turning out and on this occasion the last thing I expected was that a miserable, wild and wet morning would turn into a hot, sticky and sexy afternoon... 0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0 Saturday evening's weather forecast for the week ahead looked decidedly nasty - one depression after another was going to be sweeping across the Atlantic to batter the shores of Britain with gale force winds and heavy rain. The forecasters were full of storm warnings with potential flooding; structural damage to buildings and other dire consequences and outcomes and there was little the forecasters could do to help, other than to advise people not to travel if they could avoid doing so. But that didn't help me at all. From Monday, for the next week, I'd be working away from home; travelling some thirty miles to the exhibition centre in the city and back each day as I manned the company stand at the boat show instead of looking after my local branch office. In view of the weather I could well see the crowds being somewhat sparse but the job still had to be done. It was alright for the bosses; they'd be staying at a hotel near the centre, but as their local representative I was required to work from home and to travel daily. Immediately I had visions of fallen trees and blocked roads preventing me from driving but I'd have to wait and see what the stormy weather would bring...and I'd definitely have to make the effort at any rate. The whole weekend was boring in the extreme - the weather was already deteriorating; I had no social plans and I had no current partner. I did manage to 'rub one out' as a wank is politely described but it wasn't the same as a good fuck. Even a date and some mutual sex would have been better...but my last girlfriend and I had parted a couple of weeks ago. We'd been bickering on and off because somehow she just didn't really turn me on these days. It wasn't that she didn't look good but when we got into bed, things just didn't click somehow... Eventually Monday morning dawned, if that was the right word. Dawn hardly broke; it was dark and dingy with a heavy cloud cover and as I settled down to have some breakfast, so the rain which had already spoilt the weekend was still falling; lightly as I got up but then heavier and heavier. Solid sheets of rain now splashed down and my mind began to become concerned; at the very least the roads would be full of slow-moving traffic with large and disruptive puddles forming at the usual trouble spots. "Damn - I'd better leave early," I muttered to myself as I gathered my things together; my briefcase, my laptop, my phone and my jacket and before long I was in the car and backing out of the garage. The bloody rain was still hammering down and the wipers just about coped with the water; the car almost aquaplaning at times through the already-forming puddles that the drains couldn't remove. Ten minutes later and I was on the main road out of town and already we slowed, the traffic moving at a snail's pace as I'd rather expected. "Oh for fuck's sake," I groaned as we ground to a halt, "This is going to take bloody ages - I'm going the other way." At the first junction I turned off and headed back across town to the minor road that wandered through the countryside to my destination. On a good day the back road took me somewhat longer than the main road to reach the city but it was a much more pleasant drive. Today however I knew it would be slow, although not as slow, I guessed, as the main road wherein all the traffic had congregated. Far better, in my mind, to be moving, even slowly, rather than be stuck in an everlasting queue... There was plenty of surface water but I'd expected that, and then, some five miles out of town I met my first hazard; a dip in the road with floodwater right across the road. I slowed and gently ploughed through it, guessing that the water was perhaps almost up to the sill - it must have been nearly a foot deep. 'Oh well, nothing more than I'd expected,' I thought, as I motored on. With the radio playing and the heater blowing and with my mind on the boat show, I tended to forget the ghastly weather outside, my speed increasing somewhat as I progressed. And as I broached a hill I heard myself humming happily, my mind anywhere but on the road now...but suddenly there ahead of me was another area of water that stretched into the distance and equally suddenly I realised that there was no way I was going to be able to stop before I hit the flood. I braked hard but immediately felt the car aquaplaning - then with a bow wave fit for an ocean liner I ploughed into the water. There was this incredibly unpleasant feeling of losing control; of almost floating along; compounded by the sound of the engine dying on me. I gripped the steering wheel hard as I watched as my speed dropping rapidly until I came to a silent standstill surrounded by dirty brown water. "Fuck it!" I expleted loudly, banging my fists on the wheel, "You stupid fuckin' idiot!" So now here I was, well and truly embedded in the floodwater and miles from anywhere. If I opened the door I'd probably let the water pour in and if I got out I'd get soaked by the rain. Not only that, I'd have to stand in the floodwater as well. God - I'd really been stupid; I really should most definitely have kept my mind on the road. But it wasn't long before I realised that I'd soon have to take up one of the options...water was seeping in from somewhere and was slowly but steadily beginning to fill the foot well. I lifted my feet clear of the growing puddle but it was a futile effort. Quickly I realised that I just had to do something - and the idea of calling for help surfaced, but who to call. I checked my speed-dial list and found only my local garage, the one who did all my repairs...but they didn't answer the phone. I eventually guessed that they'd be inundated by people such as me, so I gave up. But who else to call? Ah - my brother - that's who. Paul lived some seven or eight miles from where I was and as he worked from home I knew that at least he'd probably be there to pick up the phone, so I rang him. "Hello Chris!" he answered cheerfully, "How's things - lousy weather - you keeping dry?" "Bloody joking mate!" I exclaimed, "I'm stuck." "Where - what - how?" he queried, not understanding the gravity of my situation, "What - at home?" "Nah - I'm down the road about five miles; that back road that goes down by the Queens Arm's; you know the one," I told him. "Oh yeah, I know - down there eh?" he replied, still sounding very bright, "What the hell are you doing there on a day like this?" So I explained about the main road and about thinking I could take a short-cut and I could hear him chuckling at my stupidity, the rotten bastard! "It's not funny," I said, urgently now, "The fuckin' water's coming in the car and it's pissing with rain and I'm going to get drowned or soaked or both if you don't come and help." "What's wrong with the garage?" he asked, so I explained that they weren't answering their phone and he tutted by way of response. "Busy I guess, not surprising," he said. "So can you come out and fetch me, please - pretty please?" I asked, pleading now, "And perhaps you could bring a tow rope too." "Guess so," said my brother, "Can't let my kid brother drown, can I?" "Brilliant!" I exclaimed, "Thanks a hell of a lot but please take it easy; there's water all over the place - don't want you to get stuck too." "What - with my 4x4; you're joking," he replied, "Yeah, ok, give me half an hour, ok?" "Super," I replied, "But try to make it a bit sooner - the water's still rising I think." We rang off and I relaxed a bit; at least I'd get out of this now although my day had been completely screwed up. I rang the company and was able to tell them of my predicament - and moments after I'd come off the phone, my boss rang back. Yeah well, he was none too pleased about it and I don't blame him, but he was philosophical too, seemingly understanding why it had happened while still berating me for not being able to attend the show. He'd make other arrangements to cover the occasion and told me to count today as a holiday - in other words, he wasn't intending to pay for my stupidity! But at least he didn't curse and let rip and I relaxed a bit more. But I was soon brought back to reality as I felt the car rock slightly; the flood water was definitely still rising and was now threatening to float me away, car and all. Quickly I wound down the window and surveyed the scene - only to see field after field flooded in all directions and the road nowhere to be seen. 'Fuck' I thought gloomily, 'You really are in the shit now, aren't you?' If I didn't move soon my feet would be getting very wet even in the car so I climbed out of the window and before long I was sitting on the roof in the pouring rain, looking like the proverbial drowned rat and feeling like a complete idiot...and for some ten minutes I just sat there, cursing quietly - until I heard the sound of a powerful motor approaching. "Thank fuck for that," I muttered as I saw my brother flashing his headlights at me and soon he'd pulled to a halt perhaps thirty yards from me at the edge of the flood. He clambered out and I saw that he had his wellies on unlike me in my more regular shoes. He also had his waterproof coat on which was providing him with a lot more protection than my jacket was... "Yo Chris!" he yelled, his voice crackling with amusement, "What the heck are you doing out there?" "Going bloody fishing," I replied morosely, "Nothing else to do. Thanks for coming out. How are you going to get me out of this?" "I'm not - you're going to get yourself out," he shouted back, "I've got a winch on the front and plenty of cable but you'll have to fetch it and attach it to your car. Don't see why I should get all wet." "Well, fuck you!" I shouted back but really I should have been entirely grateful - at least he'd turned up and perhaps fortunately he either didn't hear my retort or else he ignored it. I gently let myself down from the roof and slid into the water. It felt icy cold and it came up well past my knees too as I stumbled towards him. And I hadn't moved but a few yards when the road beneath my foot disappeared and I flopped down into what must have been a gulley at the edge of the road that the flood had broken open. "Ahhhhh!" I spluttered as I splashed and stumbled away, "Fuckin' bloody hell!" Quickly I floundered through the water and out of trouble but now I was soaked almost to the waist, not to mention soaked by rain from above. Shaking myself in a feeble imitation of a dog I trudged towards my brother who was now holding up a cable with a large hook on the end, which he handed to me as I reached him. "Just pull it then hook it on; then you'll need to take off the brake and steer the car," he said and I nodded, my lips already chilled and unwilling to form words. I plunged back into the water, dragging the wire behind me and carefully avoiding the deep gulley; then realised that I'd need to almost immerse myself in the water in order to reach the tow hitch, which extended from the chassis below the car. I took a deep breath and bent down, immediately plunging into the water which came right over my head and quickly getting lost as I searched for the metal hitch. I lifted my head up again and took another deep breath then bent down again, better prepared this time. For a little while I fumbled around but I knew more or less where the tow loop was now; then I found it and secured the hook without needing to make a third effort. I stood again, blowing and shaking water from my face and hair, then waded to the door. It was too much to worry about keeping the door closed so I dragged it open; watching with horror as the water flooded in - it actually even covered the seat, much to my shock. It seemed to be rising quite fast now...the motor wasn't going to like this one bit. As quickly as I could I sat in the chilly puddle; released the handbrake, slipped the car out of gear and waved back to my brother and very shortly thereafter I felt a jerk as his winch took up the slack. At last I was about to get out of this mess, although this was just the start. I was still going to need clean dry clothes; probably a shower and certainly something warm inside me. And then there would be the car to recover...but that was for later. With some careful steering I managed to get the car up the slope until it was almost bumper to bumper to Paul's vehicle, then, with the cable wound in he backed his vehicle up the slope until my car was well clear of the floods, at which point he unhooked the wire and stored it away. He came back and took my keys from my quivering hand, gathered my laptop (which fortunately had been on top of a pile of literature on the back seat), locked up my car and returned. "Suppose you want a lift home now, don't you?" he asked amicably and I managed to nod a chilly reply. "Better come back to my place then; we can get you warmed up quicker there," he continued as he bustled around at the passenger seat, covering it with several large plastic sacks. "Ok - come and sit down and try not to get everything too wet," he said. I was too tired and cold to care or to reply as I lifted myself into the seat and relaxed at last while Paul closed my car door and locked it. "Thanks everso," I managed to say as Paul climbed back in; then began to back up the road until he reached a field driveway which he reversed into. "Don't mention it," he said as we pulled away up the road, "Guess you'd do the same for me." "Course I would," I replied with shivery lips, as we gathered speed, "Anything." "Hmmmm, might take you up on that!" Paul replied causing me to look sharply at him, but his face was all smiles so I ignored his comment. With the heater working full blast I was feeling quite a lot better now and actually found myself dozing off as I sat there, until Paul turned sharply and drove into his driveway. "Home," he said, "Come on, let's get you dry." In what seemed to be an instant he was opening my door and helping me out. I was still soaked through and still shivering violently; my legs trying not to hold me up as Paul helped me up the path to his door. He opened it and propelled me into the house. He slammed the door shut behind us and pushed me on down the hall, then turned me left and into his bathroom. "Get 'em off," he instructed, "Everything." Too chilled to object I began to remove my clothes but Paul soon saw that my body wasn't responding properly and reached out. "Come on - I'll do that," he said brusquely as he pulled my shirt off over my head and pulled my shoes off my feet. A moment later and his hands were undoing my belt and then my trousers; then shortly thereafter he was bent over and pulling my trousers and underpants down and off my feet as I rested my hands on his back for support. "Haha, look at this little thing!" he laughed, his fingers lifting and teasing my poor little chilled and shrivelled up penis, "What'd you call this then?" I still shivered despite the room being a lot warmer than it had been outside. "Can't help it - I'm fucking freezing," I managed to say, "You'd be the same." "Not entirely sure about that," Paul replied, "Anyway, let's get you into a nice warm bath." As he spoke he began to run the bath, the hot water steaming up the room quickly although he soon tempered the heat by running the cold water too. "You don't need it too warm too quickly," he said, "Bit later perhaps." A few minutes later and his strong arms were helping me to raise my feet and to climb into the bath, the lovely warmth quickly immersing me in its folds. "Oooooh that's better," I shuddered, "Thanks Paul - you're brilliant." "No problem," he said, "Now stay there and I'll get you a hot drink - what...coffee?" "Yeah - white with plenty of sugar please," I managed to say, "Ooooh, this is lovely." I slid down into the warm bath, allowing the warmth to cover my chest - it was blissful! Not long afterwards Paul reappeared with two mugs of coffee, one of which he set on the side of the bath within easy reach while he sat down on a stool. "Coffee with a drop of brandy. How are you feeling now?" he asked, his eyes scanning up and down my body, "Ah, you've warmed up a bit I see." "Eh?" I queried, not knowing how he knew. "This!" he said and his hand reached down and lifted up my penis, a penis that now looked much more like that of a grown man and not of a baby. I laughed with him, his hand still holding my cock until I suddenly felt movement within my body. Oh fuck, my cock was feeling much better it seemed and was about to start growing rapidly if he didn't let go! "Let go Paul, please," I pleaded and Paul lifted his hand away to now lift his mug to his lips. But it was too late - the combination of the warm water and his touch had sent messages to my penis and it was indeed beginning to grow and grow until it was standing proudly above my abdomen. "Hey, look at that!" said Paul, his eyes locked onto my cock, "Looks like you've warmed up quite a bit now!" "That was your fault," I answered, knowing that covering my penis with my hands was useless now, "Doesn't yours do the same?" "Mmmmm, it does - in fact it's already done so!" he answered as he stood beside the bath. His hands held the fabric of his trousers - and I glanced up at him. And there it was; a long ridge in his jeans that was clearly caused by what was obviously a generously sized penis. I felt my mouth fall open before I managed to close it. "Bloody hell," I muttered, my interest in the same sex rising to the surface, "Are you bigger than me?" "Dunno - have to find out," he said, smiling broadly before sitting down again, "Later perhaps." I wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that comment apart from to try to ignore it and to concentrate on my laced coffee, which flowed glowingly down my throat. "Mmmm, this is nice," I said gratefully, "Thanks so much Paul, you've been really great." "Yeah, I'm like that, but I do expect to get paid," he replied brightly, "Doesn't have to be in cash." Call It Stormy Monday "I'll write you a cheque if you like," I said, not understanding his innuendo, "Or I'll do a bank transfer if you'd rather." "How about a bit of body transfer instead?" Paul said, "We can soon arrange that!" "What the hell are you on about?" I said from my watery position and Paul laughed. "Ha - let's wait until you've warmed up, then we'll see," he said, leaving me none the wiser. But I'd finished my coffee now and the glow was warming me nicely all through as Paul looked me over. "Ok - I reckon you'll do," he said, rising once more and still there was that long ridge of distended flesh before my eyes, "You coming out?" "Yeah, ok," I replied as I tore my eyes away and stood up too, "Got a towel handy, I want to cover up." "Let's get you out of the bath first," he suggested and as he spoke he extended his arms to me. He held my bare hips as I stepped over the sill, still a little wobbly and then, once I'd landed on the bath mat, he sank to his knees before me. And before I knew it he had his hand around my penis; my penis that once again quickly rose and grew in size. "Hey - what the hell are you doing?" I gasped but Paul wasn't to be distracted. "Just making you feel even warmer!" he said. His hand smoothly moved up and down my length before retracting my foreskin fully, then before I could think to move he leaned forward and allowed my cock to slide deep into his mouth! "Ooooh fuck, hey, stop that," I moaned, my voice quivering, "Ooo-ooo-oooh, that's nice - you shouldn't..." The feeling was too enjoyable to even wonder about the gayness of his mouth; all I could do was to just let it happen. Anyway, Paul wasn't about to let up now; he had one hand around my shaft and the other was holding my ass with his fingers delving into my crack while his mouth devoured my cock. His tongue was swirling around my sensitive knob, sending shocking waves of pleasure all through me, frighteningly exciting in their intensity. "Ooooh God!" I moaned, my hips now beginning to thrust my penis at him, "That's lovely Paul!" Paul removed my saliva-soaked cock from his mouth and looked at it. "You're right, it is," he said, "Nice mouthful Chris - now, are you going to let me have a nice mouthful of spunk?" His hand was sliding up and down my shaft steadily before he popped my cock back into his mouth, his eyes on mine. "If you keep doing that I probably will!" I said, considerably shocked by this turn of events, "Ohhh my God - that's feels so good - so sexy!" He'd just done something with his tongue and I felt my cock jerk hard from the exciting sensation. "Oooohh fuck - you're really gonna make me cum!" I said, now feeling the sensations building up inside me, "You'd better take him out." Briefly Paul did so, his eyes still locked onto mine. "You're joking," he said, "I'm not sucking you for nothing - come on, let it go!" And then his prehensile lips and his probing tongue were once again at work, stirring things up - it felt too good to stop him. His busy mouth worked hard and steadily then more quickly now... "Ooohh fuck, I'll be cumming soon," I moaned, "Yeahhhh, get ready, nearly there..." While Paul's mouth was busy, so was his hand, his fingers now exploring my asshole, his fingertip pushing into my tightly pursed flesh and sending ever more wild sensations to my brain and balls. "Oooh yessss," I heard myself moan as his fingertip briefly penetrated me, "Careful Paul - ahhhh - shit; that hurt." "Sorry" he muttered around my cock, "Tried two fingers. We need some lube." But the feeling he'd created had stirred other things to boiling point and I needed nothing more right now - his mouth was about to get flooded. "Ooooh, get ready. It's cumming, its cumming!" I cried, "Aaaahhhhh, here it cums!" With a final strained grunt I felt my hips thrust my cock at Paul's throat and my cock jerk hard. "Uuuuhhhh!" I cried as I felt a large wad of spunk leave my penis, my straining, jerking, thrusting penis that was now well buried in his mouth. "Oooooh, oooooh, yeahhhhh!" I moaned as more shots of hot cum fired into his mouth. "Mmmmmmm!" hummed Paul, his cheeks now puffed out to contain all my juices, "Oooooohh!" I was breathing hard now; the effort of cumming so powerfully had almost exhausted me and I felt my knees trembling. "Geeeez - that was good," I said once I'd got my breath back, "Fuckin' hell Paul, you're good at that!" Down below Paul let my cock slide from his mouth, his lips smeared with white cum. He looked up at me as he swallowed then smiled contentedly. Quickly and briefly he took hold of my penis and sucked it back into his mouth again, removing any last dribbles of cum. Then he kissed the tip of my cock, released it and stood up before me. And before I could react his hands came up and held my head; his mouth closed on mine, his firm tongue pushing the flavour of my cum into my mouth. "Uuuummmm!" I mouthed around his cum-sticky tongue and lips. Paul held our kiss for a few moments then allowed me to pull away, my eyes almost glaring at him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked, pushing him away, "I'm not into that kind of thing." Well, I had been - but I'd sworn off it... But Paul didn't answer; instead his hands were busy at his waist and moments later he was pushing his trousers and underpants down, his very stiff penis springing out before me. I couldn't help but look, realising immediately that his cock was perhaps the same diameter as mine but that he was a fair bit longer; he looked quite impressive. His hand wrapped itself around his cock and he stropped it several times, before sliding back his foreskin. His shiny, smooth, purpled knob glowed at me, a small bubble of clear viscous precum visible at the tip. "Come on then, help yourself," he said to my shocked face. "What? What the fuck?" I spluttered; memories of my past frightening me, "You're kidding?" "No I'm not - come on, your turn," said Paul, his penis jerking up and down, "I'm waiting..." "Tough," I said firmly resisting the temptation, "You're not getting me down there." But Paul had other ideas and before I knew it his strong hands were on my shoulders and were pushing me downwards. In my somewhat weakened state I had no option but to sink to my knees, Paul's stiff penis now perhaps a foot from my face. "Come on - time to pay up!" he said, "Or I could fuck you instead." My mouth fell open in shock, just as Paul thrust his cock towards me; the end of his penis actually lodging between my lips for a moment. "Get off!" I yelled, perhaps a bit half-heartedly, but Paul was persistent. "Come on," he demanded, "You'll enjoy it!" "Huh - that's what you think!" I said, trying to get up, but Paul's hands held me in place and pulled me towards his cock. "Won't take you long," he said as a small trickle of precum slid down his glowing knob, "I'm feeling really horny." "You might be, but I'm not," I said firmly, "Now let go, I want to get up." "Not until you've sucked me off," replied Paul, his penis now just a few inches from my mouth, "Come on, I'll be nice to you. Anyway, you've had your fun, it's my turn now." Ok yeah - I'd enjoyed the occasional cock or two (well more than the odd one or two, to be honest) and mainly some years ago, but Paul didn't know that and I wasn't really willing to repeat the action. But then, as my mind jumped around, the memories began flooding back and I felt unwanted thrills pulsing through my own penis; remembering that it had indeed felt good, especially when the guys had shot their loads down my throat. But was I ready to take my brother's cock? Could I really perform? But gradually my anti-gay vows were beginning to fade away. My mind was still in turmoil though, until I suddenly realised how much I owed my brother; how good he'd been in helping me and, for that matter, how much I cared for him. We'd always been close and now it seemed, we were about to get even closer... "You'd better not shove it all the way in," I finally answered, "I'll do it this once, ok." "Yeah, just once," said Paul, a big smile on his face now, "You owe me at least that much." "Ok - get it over with," I said, closing my eyes and opening my mouth. If he was going to put that thing in my mouth then I didn't want to see it happen - I wanted the pleasure to be all his. Moments later and I felt the firm flesh of his knob touching my lips and automatically my tongue swirled around his flesh, lubricating its passage into my mouth and tasting; more sensing perhaps, the feel of his slippery precum. I felt my lips being stretched apart by his bulbous head - then I found myself pulling away as his penis touched the back of my mouth. "Oooops, sorry," said Paul, as he pulled away, "Slid in so easily. I'll try again." It had actually felt incredible; that deliciousness of hot soft yet hard tissue pushing in my mouth; the scent of his cock rising into my nostrils; the way it had jerked as it touched my lips - and I felt my mouth open willingly this time. "Ready?" asked Paul and I nodded minutely. Quickly he was there again, sliding smoothly through my wetted lips, finding my tongue, my busy enquiring, exploring tongue. I closed my lips tightly around his shaft, feeling the flesh sliding slowly in and out. "Is that good?" asked Paul and I nodded again, quickly. Yeah, it was - it was all flooding back to me and I just knew that my cock was already erect once more. I found myself wondering how long it would take for Paul to explode; how big a load he'd be giving me; how hard he'd shoot. I felt my nostrils flare as a wave of warm sexually aroused penile scent enveloped me, my brain becoming more and more excited as I settled to my task. No longer was it something to be horrified by; now I actually wanted him to cum; I wanted him to flood my mouth; I wanted to taste his warm sticky spunk. Paul must have understood that my attitude had changed because his movements were more pronounced now; his penis was starting to drive at the back of my mouth, almost into my throat. I'd never acquired the skill of deep-throating a cock and it showed as I pulled away, coughing slightly. "That was too deep," I managed to say, "Take it easy." And now, as further proof that I was enjoying it, my hand lifted and wrapped around his shaft almost without me knowing that I'd done it, bringing forth a low moan from Paul. "Oooohhh," he groaned, "Yesssss! That's good. You're doing so well, please don't stop." I wasn't about to stop; I was getting well into this blow job now and I was even wanting him to speed things along. My hand began to move up and down Paul's hard shaft while my lips and tongue danced around his knob and the first few inches of his pumping pulsating penis. "Mmmm, that feels good," moaned Paul as I worked harder, "Won't be long now..." "Give it to me!" I said, briefly lifting my mouth from his cock, "I want you to cum soon." I plunged his penis back into my mouth and sucked hard as if to vacuum his cum from him, causing Paul to moan constantly. "Oooh Chris, yessss," he moaned, "Keep going, keep sucking! Yeah, like that - ooooh, that's lovely!" For a while there were just the occasional moans from Paul as I further excited him; the occasional slap as his balls flopped against my chin and the sound of heavy breathing - panting almost. "Come on Paul," I mouthed around his erection, "I want you - please." "Ooooh fuck," moaned Paul suddenly, "Oooooh - I'm nearly there! Nearly there! Oooooh fuuuuuck!" His movements were jerky now, no longer was he fully in control of his body as his orgasm approached. His breathing was deeper and uneven while in my mouth his lovely penis felt as if it had grown another inch or two. There was suddenly a small flood of precum that slicked my tongue; then Paul stiffened all over. "Aaaaahhhhh - yeahhhhh!" he yelled, "Oooooh fuck, fuck, fuck - aaaggghhh!" A gush of warm fluid splashed against the roof of my mouth; another one followed moments later. "Uuuuuughhhh!" grunted Paul as another flood anointed my throat - then he pulled his cock from my grasping, sucking mouth. His hand quickly replaced mine and, jerking quickly up and down his shaft, he made two or three more sprays of hotly scented cum erupt all over my face. I felt it clinging to my forehead and covering one closed eye; I felt it sliding down my cheek and even felt it in my hair. "Ah - ah - ah!" he gasped until he finished, his hand shaking the last vestiges of cum from his glowing penis. "Oooh fuck - that was the best; fuckin' brilliant!" he said between panted breaths as he leaned back against the wall. I smiled up at him as I knelt there while I savoured the delicious mouthful I had before allowing it to slide down my throat. I used my fingers to clear the sticky stuff from my eye and my forehead before popping the small load into my mouth. It tasted delicious, even though it had already cooled a bit. I stood up now, grasping and stroking his somewhat deflated tool; a final small trickle of cum oozing out into my palm. I held it out to Paul and his broad tongue swiped it from my hand, vanishing it into his mouth. We smiled together; both feeling contented it seemed. But we hadn't finished... "Thanks Chris - you were good," said Paul, then suddenly he galvanised himself into action, "Hey - come on - this won't do. You'll get chilly if we don't get you dried off properly." So saying he picked up the towel which had fallen to the ground amid our activity and wrapped it around me once more, his firm hands rubbing energetically and causing my skin to glow as my circulation continued to recover. But that same circulation was sending a fresh supply of blood to my penis which quickly stiffened once more; a sight not lost on Paul who chuckled loudly. "You're a horny old so and so, aren't you?" he said, pointing, "Look at you - stark naked; your cock all hard; your lips all shiny with spunk and you've got a big blob of cum on your cheek! You've even got some here, in your hair!" "You did that!" I accused him as I felt around for the sticky remnants, "And not so much of the old. Let me see." I moved to the big mirror and there it was - a two inch streak in my hair and a quivering blob not far from my ear. I gathered the errant spunk with the towel before inspecting myself more carefully - I looked fine now and couldn't see any other misplaced signs of Paul's emission. But as I stood before the mirror, Paul moved and came to stand close behind me, looking over my shoulder at our reflection. "Not bad are we," he commented, "Good looking pair of guys, eh?" And we were; both tall, both fairly well built, although Paul was more muscular than I was and both now glowing with health. We were both blond and both had green eyes - we could have been twins, to be honest. "We'll pass," I commented, "I'm still better looking than you though." As I spoke I felt something touch my ass from behind, something I hadn't felt for simply ages but instinctively I knew what it was and what was soon going to happen. I felt my hips push back unbidden at the soft penis that was rubbing against my cheeks. "Mmmm, that feels nice," I heard myself murmur to Paul's reflection which smiled back at me, "You want some more, do you?" "Why, are you offering?" Paul replied and as he did so I felt him pushing a bit harder, his rising cock sliding up and down my cleft between my cheeks. "Could be..." I suggested, wriggling my butt around, "Why, what do you have in mind?" The object that was sliding against my body was harder than it had been now and I found myself reaching behind me to grasp it. Paul's penis was still relatively flaccid but as I slid my hand down his shaft so it began to harden inside my fist. I rubbed the end up and down before slotting it between my cheeks right where my asshole was. I tilted my hips back; the action splaying my cheeks and allowing his cock to come in contact with my hole itself. "Oooooh," Paul moaned, "You want me inside you, do you?" Oh God, I thought I'd left this phase of my life behind. I thought I'd 'gone straight' now; managed to avoid the lure of the rampant flesh; managed to control my lusts and desires...but apparently not. Then I heard myself suck in a quick breath as Paul's eager penis pushed down between my cheeks, sliding almost to my balls, his hands smoothing over my cheeks. "You're gonna need some lube," I husked, "And you'll need to take things easy - it's been a while..." "Got some in the bedroom," replied Paul, his cock questing near my asshole, "Come on - quick!" Paul's hand grasped my bicep and pulled me away from the mirror, across the landing and into a bedroom, an opulent king-sized bed taking pride of place. He pushed me toward it and I quickly clambered onto it, pushing aside the duvet as I arranged myself on my hands and knees to await his now rampant penis. A few moments later and the mattress shifted as Paul joined me, his hands rubbing together as he warmed up some gel between them. And in just a few seconds his pleasantly warm fingers were at my ass once more but now they slid around easily as he spread gel on my tightly squeezed flesh. "Hey, aren't I kind - I warmed it up for you!" he chuckled as his finger pushed inside me. I sucked in a quick sharp breath as his finger stung briefly; then remembered to push out to help his penetration and I felt his finger slide more freely now. It was all coming flooding back to me now - that lovely feeling of being stuffed as a cock drove into me; that delicious slapping of thighs against cheeks; the caress of wiry pubes against my flesh; the hard pressure inside; the way my cock would rise and leak; the glow inside as warm cum exploded; the pleasure... Suddenly I'd lost all my inhibitions; I really wanted Paul to fuck me now! "I'll try two fingers now," said Paul and once again I sucked in a breath as he stretched me - but there was little or no pain even when I felt his fingers probing inside at my prostate. "That was easy!" said Paul, his fingers now sliding out of me, "I think you're ready for me now." "I'll always be ready for you!" I heard myself say - my more logical and conservative mind immediately wishing I'd never said that! Behind me Paul was adjusting himself, probably lubing his penis and moving closer and I must have been right as suddenly there was pressure once more at my asshole. "Is that your cock?" I asked and Paul hummed by way of reply. "Put it in then," I said, almost hopefully, definitely eagerly, now. I felt my fleshy indentation giving way and then there came the somewhat strange feeling of my sphincter muscles stretching to allow something to enter rather than leave my body. And then those muscles were gripping around a solid object that continued to slide into my body and into my dilated asshole. "Ooooooh fuck," I muttered as his penis bored its way into me, "So long...!" "I'm not that long," replied Paul, his penis sliding smoothly now, "But I've got it all inside you now." "No - I meant that it's so long since I had a cock in me," I said, "Bringing back all sorts of lovely memories." "Didn't know you'd done it before," Paul said, "But then again, the way you opened up for me, I should have guessed." "Ooooh yessss, I'm open for you Paul," I replied, feeling him start to move more steadily now, "Come on then, fuck me!" "Yeahhhhh," moaned Paul, as his body slapped against mine, "Going to; going to fuck you properly now!" As his penis drove into me and then withdrew I could feel my own cock bouncing up and down; my cock that was as stiff as a wooden post; as hard as nails. I put my hand around it, immediately feeling the sensation of Paul's thrusts being transmitted down my length. I started to move my hand on my cock when I was interrupted by Paul's hand which pushed mine aside. Call It Stormy Monday "Let me," he breathed, "I want to feel you." God - his touch was wonderful; his hand felt so much better than mine as he stirred up my body. Wild sensations were coursing all through me causing my hips to drive back at Paul's powerful thrusts; causing our bodies to slam together; causing my cock to leak profusely. "Lot's of precum..." he said softly, "You're all wet and slippery now." His hand was almost splashing in my juices as he tossed me off; there was a slopping sound each time his pushed my foreskin up and over my knob; each time he pulled it right back. And the scent of my heated organ rose around us; cloyingly erotic and enough to wake the most recalcitrant and limp cock from the dead! "Oooh yeah," I moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me, make me cum!" Right now I wasn't all there - I was in a land far, far away somewhere; a delicious land full of gushing spunk and hot cocks and welcoming assholes. "Oh God - keep doing that," I hissed, "You're gonna make me cum!" Paul's hand slowed on my erection while his movements behind me increased, driving his penis ever faster and harder into me. "Let me cum first," he said, his pubes slamming into my buttocks, "Ahhh fuck - yesss, getting close now!" I could hear Paul grunting with each stroke as he neared his climax - with no question about where he was to spill his spunk! My knees were being pushed up the bed by the force of his thrusting and I had to keep my arms rigid to hold myself in position as each thrust of his penis brought us both nearer to orgasm. "Aaaahhhh!" Paul suddenly cried, "Aaaahhh - just about...! Nearly...! Aaahhh, ahhhh, yeahhhhh, yeahhhh!" He froze; his penis embedded deeply inside my ass, then his body suddenly jolted into action once more, this time pumping load after load of warm cum into me. "Fuckin' yeahhhh!" he yelled, "Oooooh God, ooooh God, that's good!" And from underneath him I could feel his penis jerking with each emission, jumping as if for joy as it spewed cum into my bowels and it was too much for me - it was my turn now! "Ooooh Paul - don't stop!" I pleaded, encouraging him to keep rubbing me, "I'm gonna cummmmm!" His hand, which had almost ceased moving, started again, sliding quickly up and down my stiff cock. "You gonna cum?" he asked and I nodded, being unable to find my voice at this moment. "Come on then," he encouraged me, his fist working hard, "Let it go!" "Here it cums!" I suddenly cried, "Ooooohhhh yessss, yessss!" I heard the first jet of cum splash onto his mattress; I actually heard the impact, it was so powerful. A second spray joined it, then a third and then, as Paul's fist closed around my knob, I could feel my remaining spunk oozing hotly between his fingers. "Oooooh, I needed that," I said, "Thanks Paul." "Mmmm, was good, wasn't it?" he replied conversationally, "You came a lot too, especially for a second time." He was obviously more interested in his own orgasm but he still held my penis, now sliding his cum-slick fingers smoothly up and down my length. I looked down at the smears and streaks of whitish sperm that had poured onto the bed and I smiled contentedly, now feeling both my cock and his begin to deflate slowly. Paul's body was leaning against mine as we both recovered from our efforts. "Come on, this won't do," I said, "I think we'd better get back to the bathroom and clean up, don't you?" "Oh yeah, wasn't thinking," said Paul, "There's gonna be a mess when I pull out...hold this towel over your hole." With the towel in place Paul let his penis slide from me and although I did my best to shut my hole tight, I felt a trickle of liquid seep onto the towel I held in place as we parted and moved off the bed. And a few minutes later Paul was preparing the shower, getting the water to the right temperature and decking the place with clean towels. I stepped happily under the spray and let the water flow, taking with it down the drain, Paul's ejected cum. "Push over a bit," said Paul as he joined me and as I did so his body pressed against mine, the feel of his solidity setting off a chain of sensations at my groin. "I'll do you first," said Paul as he drizzled liquid soap onto a sponge, "Turn round; I'll start with your back." His touch was super, a good firm, almost rough touch, the lather-rich sponge sliding comfortably over my skin. "Mmmmmm," I moaned softly, "Feels wonderful Paul, thank you." "Your turn to do me next," he said as his hand slid down under my ass, the soft sponge pressing against my sensitive asshole and then my balls, "I'll just finish off down here though." And then he was turning me around until I was facing him and his hands began soaping my chest. Steadily he worked his way downwards and as he did so I felt my cock start to rise, the sensations of his hands reaching parts he hadn't yet touched... I heard Paul chuckle and I opened my eyes to see him looking down. "You're bloody eager," he said, "Haven't even got there yet!" But moments later and I felt his hand cup my balls, then slide over them and up to my cock. His wet soapy hand slid down my length making my cock jerk wildly - and then his other hand, complete with sponge joined in to soap up my penis, to push back my foreskin and to caress my delicate glans. I sucked in a quick breath as he did so, loving the feeling of having my cock played with, but then Paul took his hands away. Briefly his sponge coursed down my legs before Paul stood upright. "Ok - you're done," he said, slapping the sponge into my hands, "Your turn." He rotated on the spot and I lifted my hands to his shoulders, drizzled some more soap onto the sponge and started work, scrubbing my way down his back. Paul pushed back at me as I sponged him clean, the soapy suds running down his spine and coursing between his cheeks. My hand followed the stream of liquid, the hand that didn't hold the sponge, which soon encountered his asshole, hiding there almost out of sight. Quickly I pushed one finger at his slick corrugated flesh until I felt the tip slide inside. Paul jerked as I did so but apart from a quick breath he said nothing as I probed inside him. But he jumped and moaned when I added a second finger and looked back over his shoulder at me. "Don't tease me," he said, his buttocks pushing against my finger, "Come on, get him in me!" I guessed that he meant my cock rather than my finger so with my other hand I lifted my penis head and aligned myself, shuffling closer to him. I slowly pulled my fingers from his soapy hole and moved my penis into place instead. "You ready?" I asked and Paul nodded. "Push," he said, "But stop if I tell you to, ok." "Course I will," I replied, pressing harder at his anus, "Coming in now...all right?" "Yeahhhh," agreed Paul, "Ooooh yesss, that feels good already!" The tip of my cock had entered him now; I knew without looking because I could feel his flesh squeezing mine and I held myself stiffly for a moment or two to let him get used to me but Paul was fine. "Yeah, that's good, push harder now," he said and I felt his hole dilate as he spoke. His action allowed my cock to slide more freely and suddenly I found that I had perhaps half my penis inside him. I knew that I was past the stricture of his sphincter and that things would be much easier now. I pushed again, sliding until I felt my pubes up against his buttocks. "Wow, I'm all the way in you," I said as I held the pose, "Right up to the balls!" "Mmmmmm, I know," replied Paul, "You feel so good in there - it's lovely to be filled up like that." Unbidden my hips began to move back and forward, sliding my penis in and out of his anus, accompanied by soft moans from Paul. His hands reached behind him, one to hold my buttocks and to pull me towards him, the other to grasp my hand and pull it around him. "Play with me," he husked, "Rub it for me!" His hand brought mine to his rigid straining penis and my fingers closed around his hot steely flesh, loving the way it jerked under my touch. I slid my hand up and down his length in time with my thrusts, all the time getting gradually faster and faster. "Yesssss," he hissed, "Oooh fuck - oh fuck! Keep doing that!" No way was I going to stop now - not until I'd filled his ass with my cum and made his spunk squirt into the shower; that was the least I could do and my hand moved on his cock faster now, intent in getting him off. My hand motion was making me drive my cock into him at the same speed and my groin was now slapping against his wet cheeks, time after time, slap after splat as our breathing became faster too. Paul looked over his shoulder at me again and smiled broadly. "Oh fuck - you're good!" he said, grunting now as I slammed into him again, "You gonna cum soon?" "Getting there!" I replied, panting slightly but not interrupting my actions, "How about you?" "You're rubbing against my prostate," he answered, "It's brilliant but I'll cum soon if you keep doing that." "Do you want me to move around so I don't touch it?" I asked but Paul shook his head. "No - no, I love it," he moaned, "Feels incredible and I'm getting quite close now..." My thrusting was steady now, a constant powering in and out, steadily bringing us both to the boil and even I didn't know who'd cum first. But Paul seemed to be winning and he leaned forward to rest his hands on the shower wall, pushing his ass back at me. "Keep going - keep going," he moaned, "Getting really close now..." I knew he was; his opening was squeezing at my cock, but fluttering as if unexpected spasms were stimulating him; the spasms of his orgasm - and I found myself concentrating on his ass. "Move it more," he said, his hand grasping mine and rubbing it up and down his length and realised I'd almost forgotten his cock, so intent was I on his asshole. "Sorry," I breathed, my hand getting back into motion and in time with my thrusts, "Is that better?" "Better, better," moaned Paul, "Gonna cum in a minute, any minute now... Oooh fuck, nearly there; nearly th...! Ahhhhh cumming, cumming!" His penis seemed to swell inside my fist and I'm sure I felt his cum erupt from his balls and flow up his penis. Quickly I stropped him, helping him to eject his cum which jetted from him powerfully. "Ooooh, ooooh, yeahhhhh!" he moaned as each pulse of cum sprayed against the shower wall, "Ohhh Chris, that's so fuckin' good!" I could feel the warm slipperiness of his cum on my fist as I held him and allowed the last of his orgasmic juices to dribble from his cock - it felt so very personal and exciting too, so much so that it brought me to the brink. I moved my hand from his cock and rested it instead on his abdomen, pulling him back towards my driving cock; my cock that was thrusting time after time into his anus. "Ooooh," I panted, feeling my penis stiffen even more, "Ooooh, gonna cum very soon, is that ok?" "Yeah, very much so," said Paul, "I want you to fill me just like I filled you!" Still I drove my cock into him; closer and closer my orgasm came until with a sudden flurry of short hard strokes I froze and then erupted. "Fuuuuuck, fuuuuuck!" I cried, "Yeahhhhh, oh yeahhhhh!" I grunted with effort as my penis pumped wave after wave of cum into his bowels. I felt the warmth of my fluids around my knob, feeling the wetness sliding down my length. And now I was sliding in and out so easily as quivering outbursts emptied my load up his ass. I leaned against Paul's back, his broad back that had helped me so much earlier on and just leaned there panting and recovering - Paul's hand now reaching back to caress me at my waist. Gently his hand moved, smoothing me softly, now caressing my ass too. I'd shot my bolt as they say and all I wanted to do now was to rest, relax, and unwind. Then Paul brought me back to my senses as his anus began to push me out and his hand began to push me gently away. "Come on, can't spend all day in here!" he said softly, "I think we've had enough for now." "Yeah," I agreed, "Shall I take him out now?" "Think you ought to," said Paul, "Do it slowly though - I want to feel you as you slide out!" Gradually I pulled away and my slightly drooping cock almost fell from his hole, a little gush of white cum following it. "Ooooh, feel empty now!" Paul said, "Feel lost without your cock!" I laughed lightly, sadly knowing that I needed to recover before I could take him again. We'd both cum three times; I felt knackered... And so much for my vows of yesterday; so much for my intent to remain strictly hetero; so much for my intent to keep away from gay sex. But I didn't really care about that right now. We'd both had a wonderful few hours and would undoubtedly do it again - and again! Together, holding each other upright we left the shower and towelled each other dry before retiring once more to his bedroom where we collapsed onto the bed, side by side. "Phew - didn't think you'd be interested in doing that," said Paul, "Thought you were straight." "Didn't know you were gay," I replied, "I guess you are anyway." "Not really gay - I'm bisexual - I love 'em all!" said Paul, smiling happily, "But I think you'll do as my gay partner now - if you'll have me." "As often as I can!" I answered, feeling thrills make my cock twitch, "I kind of like you and your body." "So I gather," said Paul, "But don't expect to get rescued every Monday!" I'd almost forgotten about his rescue act earlier today, so much excitement had happened since but his words got me smiling broadly. Inside me I was trying to formulate some scenario wherein he could come and rescue me again but I failed. "Hopefully you won't have to," I said, not wishing to get half drowned each week, "I don't intend to let that happen again." "Oh - shame!" said Paul cheerfully, his hand moving to stroke my quiescent cock, "Cos if you could come over here regularly then we could call it stormy Monday every week!"