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First Time With Joe

By: alexcarr



I was so pleased and happy when I started to realize my true leaning. For years I lived under the misconception that, because I wasn't particularly attracted tin a physical sense o girls, there was something fundamentally wrong with me.

It didn't occur to me that I was gay or anything like that. There were guys who turned my head for a second look but that is all. I never ever imagined I could have any sort of committed relationship with another guy.

And yet I was fully aware of my sexual feelings. Sadly getting some sort of satisfaction out of doing things with substitutes, like screwdriver handles and anal vibrates I picked up from a locale private shop.

But oddly even that didn't turn my thoughts to how would it be with the real thing. For example, instead of pushing substitutes up my ass - I front of a large mirror, finding all sorts of ways to try and make it for real by strapping my ass cheeks together with duct tape, to stop the handle, or whatever it was on a given day, from popping out of me just as I was starting to get a real climax.

Would you believe that also sometimes, that was when I was in a certain mood; I would spank myself silly until my ass cheeks went plum red. I tried sticks, hair brush backs and canes, stretching myself proudly over the arm of my sofa and gave it a real tanning until the pain was overwhelming.

And yet, all that seemed to give me lots of pleasure when, as the pain subdued, my bum became numb and created a most wonderful feeling of pure sexual ecstasy, which soon mean yet another good probing with the anal throbbing vibrator.

For months I was quite happy to please myself this way. I started to spend times at car boot sales. It is amazing what one can pick up from those places.

With a wild imagination I found several items with which to experiment, like an old type hose with deep ridges on the nozzle. That gave me lots of wonderful sensations, and to stand up from the crouching position when I inserted it, it was doubly as thrilling to feel it nudge and move inside me as I walked around squeezing my ass cheeks tight together to get maximum sensitivity.

Then I met this guy called Joe. About ten years older than me he was. I imagined him to be in his mid-thirties but he did have a nice way about him, and I found him so easy and cook to talk with.

He was running one of the knick knack stalls and, seeing me looking intently at a box selection of bulbous handled screwdrivers he asked what I was looking for.

I was taken aback by his sudden question, not daring to tell him what was in my mind when feeling the size of those bulbous handles.

But I did wonder if he had guessed because knew I flushed and stuttered with words, so much I was unable to reply to his question.

He looked at me intently, his wide brown eyes wide open and alert. It made me think did he know what was thinking, maybe because of the way I was feeling and stroking those handles!

"'I've got a much better selection back in the van if you'd like to see them?" He asked

"How do you mean?" I ventured.

"Well I live alone in a mobile caravan and delving with knickknacks and selling then at car boot sales keeps me fed and happy. I finish in an hour so if you can come back, when you have finished looking around, I will be packing up and you can come and have a look-see. My name's Joe by the way."

"I'm Peter" I replied. He was friendly enough and I felt comfortable with him somehow, I can't explain why but he has a certain charisma about him.

I found myself happy to do that. I don't know what it was but there was something about Joe that pulled me. And I just had a notion that he liked me also.

In fact, looking around at the other stalls I was wishing the hour would soon go by when I could get to know Joe some more and examine those screwdrivers he was on about.

But it did and there was Joe, all packed up and ready to go. It was a hot summer day and I can't deny just how attracted I was to him. He looked so cool and good in short, shorts and a cool vest.

"Come on then Peter" he said rather masterfully which I adored. He reminded me of a rather bossy elder brother when I was small but in a different way.

He led me to a beautifully designed mobile caravan which he had rented land to0parkit for the summer season.

"I work as a beach hand" he said, "so this is very close and I am able to enjoy the beach too.. Where do you work Peter?"

"I work as an electrician. Mainly call-out work for a big firm.. You can call me Pete by the way."

"Fancy a lager, Pete?"

"I wouldn't mind, it is bloody hot today, I could murder a nice cool lager."

He showed me the fridge neatly packed away in a corner and said to help myself whilst he got showered.

"You can have one after me if you'd like?"

"What a shower you mean?" I asked.

"What else?" he grinned looking at me in a certain way which made me quiver. I guess I was getting into something I could never have envisaged, and it was nice.

I chilled and took a lager from the fridge; relaxed on the small sofa and sucked it up like there was no tomorrow. I was that thirsty.

I heard the shower going and Joe was singing for all he was worth.

I was really settling down and felt something was afoot with Joe. At the time I didn't exactly know what but my deep imag9inings was hoping it would be something good.

When he came out of the shower he was naked apart from a towel wrapped around his lower half and I was absorbed by his physique, he had a body to cry for and it made me feel a little incomplete.

"You know how to keep your body fit Joe!" I remarked. "I should take whatever you are taking for it!" I laughed trying not to be embarrassed.

"I am sure you have your assets Peter. Just a little sexercise will set you right."

"Do you mean exercise?" I grinned.

"Nope, I meant what I said. Now off with you to the shower room. If am going to have you I need you to be sweet smelling."

My expression must have said I was surprised by that remark.. He must have read my thoughts.

"Well the way you were rubbing up those screwdriver handles and the like was a real turn on and you know it."

"How do you mean Joe?"

"I mean that you were fisting a hole in your hand and plunging the handle to and fro into the aperture. What was I to think? If that wasn't a come on and get me, I don't know what is. Now go and have your bloody shower and don't forget to soap[ underneath."

"He was so masterful and all along it was like he had been reading my thoughts, as I envisaged how that screwdriver handle with the ridge would feel inside me. The thing is, I wasn't doing it as a come on, I was completely in my own world and unaware Joe was looking.

But I wasn't complaining. Something was happening I don't know what but it seemed right that I should be there and as I showered, my body quivered with excitement.

And as I stepped from the shower room, towel wrapped around me, I saw Joe just stretched back on the sofa, completely naked. He was gently massaging himself like he was priming himself for something.

"What do you think Pete, this is what you wanted huh?"

He started to stroke himself there, along the shaft and cupping his balls. I was flabbergasted yet absolutely absorbed - he was so wonderfully well-equipped and I just stood there frozen, looking down at him. I did not realize my towel was slipping down so soon I was naked too."

"Not bad Pete. Do a twirl for me huh?"

I did as he asked. It felt right and I took in his admiring look as I twisted around to face him again.

"I simply love that cute tight bum of yours. Come, sit next to me and let us get more acquainted. I want to know all about you and how you do with those screwdriver handles.

It seemed ridiculous, having to confess I was into screwdriver handles of all things. But because I really wanted to make it with him, and because I wanted to be absolutely open and honest with him I told him all. How I bought anal stuff and played with them.

"That sounds really enterprising Pete. I would adore using them on you. Which ones do you like?"

"I have four favorites; Power Wand, Dark Lover Beaded anal vibrator, Anal rotator- Dark Knight and 

A Vibrating cock ring..."

"Pete, you and I are going to have lots of fun. Next time bring them Huh. I would love to try them with you. And you like watching too, seeing yourself do things in a well-placed mirror, that is really wicked!"

The fact that he was talking about a next time was very pleasing. I was really falling for Joe. He looked absolutely gorgeous just sat there, his hand still massaging that gorgeously defined penis.

"Would you like to see me doing things to you in a mirror?"

I blushed a little and he said that was so becoming. I said I would like that and he replied that he could do better, he would arrange a camcorder with a monitor in front of me, so I could see him enjoying me in every way.

The thought of that was a real arouser. I just knew our relationship was going to blast away all that stuff I did with myself, that to have another doing it would be heaven on earth.

He obviously saw my interest and said If I wanted I could touch it, then he could touch me too How sexy is that!?

I sidled closer to him and arranged myself so that he could reach me and me him.

He prompted me to open my legs so that I was easily assessable for him. That first touch was stunning, Just the feel of Joe touching me for the very first time was glorious and I instinctively touched him too, the way he asked me to, squeezing my thumb and index finger around the girth to feel its width.

"that's nice Pete. Now rub your fingers over my knob, ever so gently so I can take in the feeling and I will do likewise with you."

He had this way of teasing my cock with his finger nails, not scratching but just the suggestion of a scratch.

"It's nice Pete. Does this feel good? I adore the smell of you."

"Wonderful" I replied. I was feeling myself rise up and was not at all embarrassed. Joe made it seem like an everyday occurrence and made me feel really good.

"That's better" he said breathing deeply. "Let me concentrate on giving you a good time."

It was all so very wonderful, both of us enjoying each other simultaneously. It was lovely and so soothing and I loved the feel of his hard cock throbbing in my palm.

"I am imagining just how good it will be to fuck you with those anal toys Pete." He whispered, teasing my cock and stroking my ass, his finger was lightly dipping between my cheeks and touching my hole. That was divine.

"It feels well adorned Pete" he said gently delving a finger around the rim. "Well fucked too, no virginity there huh?"

I reminded him that was not because I had been with another guy, but simply the result of regular anal vibrator usage.

"Well whatever, it feels so good. Turn onto your side Pete so I can taste you."

I did as he wanted and heard his sigh of approval. I felt I wanted to push my ass out for his pleasure. I felt so chilled. I simply wanted to be all ass for him to do with as he will.

This was something really new. He spread my cheeks and popped his tongue into me swirled it around and around giving me all sorts of new and unknown sensations which really made me want to feel the fuck of that gorgeous hard cock I had been feeling, the throb of it so divine and appealing.

As he did that I automatically squeezed his cock as hard as I could and I felt his response, his hand on mine prompting me to stiff wank him, and to stretch his foreskin tight back.

"That is better than any bulbous screwdriver Huh?" He yelled.

It was sure enough. It was lovely to feel Joe's searing cock. It was so big. Bigger than anything I had put inside me.

"If you want a fuck with a real time cock you will have to prime it first and that means lots of sucking, right?"

"I got the message and realized that which would have seemed repugnant to me not all that long ago was now something I yearned for. The feel and taste of fresh thumping cock in my mouth was now something I craved for.

I took to the task immediately and felt it swell in my mouth. It was like Joe was pushing it into my throat as he gave my hole a deep, deep plunging with his fingers and then, as I sucked harder he gave me a really sound tanning across my ass which was sensational. To feel and take cock and the sting of his hand spanking too, was absolutely divine and I felt a deep, deep overwhelming pleasure.

We simply enjoyed each other and it was magic to experience the touch of a guy who really wanted me. All the time he was murmuring all those things couples do when emerged in explicit sexual explorations.

I was simply wallowing in the touch, feel and smell of his cock and body fluids as he continued to suck me off both ways. I felt my cock slither to his suck and he was indulging in things that I had never imagined could be so absolutely wonderful. His mouth placed tight around my knob he blew into my foreskin until it bulged like a balloon. That felt really lovely and then to feel just the tip of his tongue indulging so sweetly my p-hole was beautiful.

I was on a learning curve and no mistake. He wanted to try something else too. He paused a little and managed to set up his camcorder with the monitor placed in front of me as he had me crouched on all fours expressing my rear at it's very best angle.

Then he went out of the room for a few moments, leaving me there, looking at my rear end in the monitor screen. This was much better than straining to look into a mirror and IK felt good swishing my ass in different ways which I hoped Joe would like.

He was a wonderful guy and I so wanted to please him. He was bringing out everything I had held so secret, thinking it was all so very unnatural. Already he was making me feel, well, normal I guess.

I grinned on his return when I saw in his hand a paint roller. He said he was right out of screwdrivers, but that this had a good rigid handle on it which would do the job.

"What do you think, Pete? He asked. "Look I have smothered it in Vaseline to make it better."

I examined it, the handle was hollow but I guessed that would be fine and told him I approved.

"You are a beauty! He declared. "this I so want to do with you."

For the next I don't know how long, he indulged me in the most delightful and explorative way.

The sucking was nice, the slapping was wonderful and his constant touching and nudging of my ass cheeks made me feel so very special.

Then I was treated to the touch of his hands exploring and stretching apart my ass, and the touch of his fingertips sliding each side of my hole, which he called his brown hole, exclusively for him. I said for him to be my guest and he gave me lots of divine sensations, smothering his face between my cheeks as he deep tongued me and then the slow insert of that ridged paint roller handle worked divinely.

I watched intently in the monitor all those things he was doing and enjoying with me. It was so lovely to watch and see. His face red and glistening with my juices as he really went to town and shagged me silly.

And then the intent spanking, watching my ass turn plum red. The stinging and then the comfort as he massaged away the soreness before that feel of his cock at last sinking into me. It felt so divine as we built up into an absolute frenzy fucking. The climax came like a never-ending volcanic eruption and we were incensed in the aftermath of what was the most sensational fuck.

This was to be the start of so very much more good times with Joe.

First Time With Joe Ch. 02



Chapter Two Sexercising with Joe

At first it was not all plain sailing with Joe, that first time was absolutely fabulous when we became acquainted so intimately.

But one does not really get to know another only after just one meeting. I had sensed his masterful disposition. That didn't worry me too much because something from my really life, I don't know what, made me feel good about being obedient in a subservient way.

During our first meeting in his mobile caravan, and when he so wonderfully touched and teased me behind, first over my jeans and then inside, it was all very thrilling and exciting, and it was nice too knowing that Joe enjoyed me that way.

I was in my element being touched, teased. sucked and licked in all my very sensitive places. He spent quality times discovering my likes and dislikes and. Of course. It was just as much fun for me too. It was the first time I had ever touched another guys cock or anything in the lower region. I particularly remember that very first intimate touch in the shower room when we simply stood there and let our cocks touch, looking into each other's eyes to take in the wonderful expression of sheer lust and joy.

That was just a quickie though because it was done on the spur of the moment. But it was an opening to our mutual desire to take it further and when at last, I got my first taste of desirable hard cock I was in my element. It was something special too hearing his moans in different tomes and volumes as I tried different things with mouth and tongue.

As our meetings in his mobile caravan grew more frequent so our need for each other grew more intense. As soon as he welcomed me at the door I could see instantly he had a real large swelling beneath his summer shorts which I found very erotic and encouraging

His was a real beauty, it certainly was and to feel its rigidly form in my mouth coupled with the feel of his foreskin as I twisted and tuned my tongue just inside, gradually and teasingly working it back until I could get a good taster of his glans with that beautiful jap eye in the centre.

I savoured the nectar as he grasped the girth of his erection and prompted it upwards , pushing his glans against the roof of my wide open mouth. Then I felt just a surge and a drop of pre-cum squirt onto my tonge. I tasted it. It was like sea salt but not at all how I imagined, I slowly dared to let it dribble down my throat, something I could never have dreamt doing until I met Joe, but with him it seemed right and beautiful and as a he stretched his foreskin back tight, urging me to suck, suck, suck. 

I was in a complete world of my own, instinctively sucking and wanking his cock simultaneously as he continued to beckon me on with lots of swearing to suit the occasion.

This would be a first timer too, when I felt him squirt his hot white cum deep into my throat. I found myself grasping his hips as I held my breath, kneeling there before him mouthy opened wide and feeling the plunge of his cock enter my throat.

I managed to squeeze and so push him out of my mouth for a pause, so I could get some air, but that was not for long because then he wanted more.

"You had better get used to this, because you are going to get plenty of it" he grunted plunging that still so very rigid earthy cock into my mouth again. My mouth was full of his fuck juice squelching ar0un in my mouth as he continued to mouth fuck me.

By the to me he had finished with me I was glad because both my tongue and mouth felt numb.

Now I was beginning to discover the real Joe Philips as he started to get much more outgoing in his approach and his demands. For that is what he was all about I soon realised - to be the dominant male and as our visits became more familiar his sexual diversions became regular, and, although there were certain things I did not particularly like, I had to take the rough with the smooth so when, for example, he spanked me stretched across his right leg I gritted my teeth and hoped it would soon end so that I could enjoy the next stage, which would fully make up for that surge of pain brewing deep in my rear.

So every time I arrived it was the over his knee bit first. That was after he'd stripped me and messed with my ass. He could never get enough of the sucking and licking, and then, when the spanking was over, there he was again, me on all fours and him stretched out beneath me, prompting me to crouch over his face until his mouth was fully emerged into my crack.

During this time he would really rub up my fresh spanked ass cheeks though with lots of soothing lubricant, which made all the pain go away and leave just a numbness, which was rather pleasant really.

And then Joe would go to it again, planting his head between my thighs and really having a ball. Yes, it was all worth the pain. I grew to enjoy the pain and pleasure bit. He knew he had hurt me but after he'd reached satisfaction with me he gave me a real sympathetic hug. Explaining that he just could not stop his full emotions coming out.

But it seemed that was the name of the game. If Wanted to keep up the relationship with Joe I had to abide to his dominance although, sometimes, when he changed his spanking habits for example - when he started to use a paddle on me and then sometimes a cane, every swish stung as it came down firmly on my ass cheeks.

I grit my teeth and took the immense pain, but knowing he would sooth it after wards, and the wonderful joy of all that.

"I love your sweet ass babe" he said nudging me after each firm contact. "I adore the way each cheek wobbles as I thrash you. You ass is made for spanking and thrashing. And wearing your tight brush jeans really emphasised the tightness of the curves I love and adore so much/ Keep it that way for me Pete and we shall continue to have lots of sexercise.

That word again; sexercise, It sort of summed up our relationship. Their was never much dialogue when we were together, he declared every minute with me was precious and we should make the very best of our quality time together.

He certainly did that.

His eventual l fuck was always the highlight of out session, because if most other things he wanted to do with me were predictable, the fucking never was. There were so many ways he liked to have me according to which mood he was in. Which made it always thrilling. Usually by the time he had his way with me, how he wanted all the thrashing over his knee, over the back of the couch, or sideways on the bed, my wrists tied and my mouth gagged and stuffed with an apple. All that, what he called; beautiful dirty stuff when he'd rub the consequential juices from my well worked asshole into my face and his too, and licked my hole raw.

I never knew after such sessions how he would want to fuck me. I liked it doggy much of the time, that was I could be absolutely all ass for him. I'd waggle and sway to his command. He'd stretch my cheeks apart once more and take his feed of my natural juices, spurned by those wonderful experiments with the anal vibrator s and things, and still he loved to use the proverbial screwdriver head in me, usually before the fuck, he'd make me really frantic as he stuffed the bulbous handle deep up my ass until In yelled for his fuck proper..

And then I'd appreciate the feel of real cock deep fucking me, thrusting and moving in different directions which was nice. When he'd had his lot I was still wide open for him to indulge in some more licking, holing and sucking. There I was still on all fours

But I guess it was equally as good when sometimes he fancied me scissor style when I'd feel; his huge cock enter me sideways. It felt someti8mes like he was splitting me in half, he was so emerged into what he was doing, all the moaning, the grunting and always the swearing made it complete

The sideways fuck was different again, when I laid on my side, that is. Hel could d get a good grip on my thighs to enter me in a very deep slow thrusting mode, and the fucking usually took longer.

But at the end of the day the feel of him sliding up into me was absolutely beautiful.

I told him that no matter how he wanted me, I would always enjoy his fuck.

It seemed it would never end our beautiful relationship. And it was always so fresh each time we met.

But I did wonder at the end of our last session how I would cope with his latest suggestion

With me having told him where I bought the anal vibrators and dildo's, he'd sprung this catalogue on me.

"See what you think, Pete" he said opening a particular page and letting me see.

He was pointing at a double penetrator. I comprised of an ample sized rubber cock, attached to a ring like gadget that fitted around the girth of a live cock.

"What do you thin Pete? This way you could have the best of both words, a double penetration would be great and of course, as always, you could see the action on the monitor screen."

We hadn't used the camcorder of late. I guess the novelty had worn off, But it would be fun watching this on the monitor.

I wondered just how it would feel. Would my hole take both okay?

"As always I shall be careful, Pete. Just tell me to stop if it gets too much."

But I knew Joe by now, that never works if he is well frenzied in what he is doing. But that's okay though, because I have become accustomed to it and it made for a thrilling fuck always.

But the double penetration. Would it work and would I be able to stretch open that much?

I took a good gander at the picture and finally said I would be willing to try. I was still unsure though. The things I do for Joe. But he is worth is because he has changed my life completely.



First Time With Joe Ch. 03-04



Chapter Three

Joe was taking me to the highest pitch.

Hi .



In this third chapter you have joined me about an hour after I left Joe's mobile caravan and I can tell you I am right whacked.

I have discovered that Joe does nothing in small ways. It has to be the full works and he certainly takes full advantage of me in the few hours we share together, and the time goes nowhere

But I have come to enjoy the subservience of being Joe's twice a week guy. Having just driven home I was glad I had an extra cushion to ease my well spanked rear quarters which has become standard,

He spanks me most every time we meet now and has recently taken to using a paddle and sometimes a cane which is a real stinger.

At first I wondered if I should go with him anymore it was that bad. Although he always gives me a very gratifying massage with usually coconut oil after punishment, the hurt lingers for a day or two afterwards. Joe says that is all the better to remind me of him if perhaps my mind wanders to other guys.

He is very jealous of that, wanting to know if I have looked at another guy, and each time we meet I have to be truly honest with him and tell him, even if I have just taken a second glance at someone, and that will mean an addition to the number of times he spanked me.

Today he spanked me wearing my tight jeans, which he says, enhances the curve in my bum. He has this thing about stretching up my trousers whilst bending over his knee, to separate the cheeks. And he always had his camcorder in place to record everything we do, and of course the monitor screen so I can watch. 

But whilst being thoroughly spanked, paddled or caned my head is well down, almost touching the floor I close my eyes and grit my teeth awaiting each new contact, hearing the reminiscent sound of the contact and also, if he is using the cane, the inimitable swish as it comes down on me.

I feel my pulse start to beat to the double and the renewed sting and I yell for mercy. Sometimes he pauses, usually to take a good feel of my hot red cheeks and I feel the touch of his fingers tantalizing my crotch with a promise of things to come.

That was nice as it always is, and makes the beatings worthwhile, just to enjoy the wonderful way he pampers and spoils me afterwards.

After the beating he allows me five minutes or so to gather myself. I gently rub my bum as if to rub away the pain and as I proceed to do that, it isn't long before he kneels in front of me to enjoy his usual sniff between my crotch. I can just feel his tongue through my jeans and he tells me how good I smell and never to wash my jeans, at least not the ones I wear when I am with him. We have an arrangement that I have spare pair for spanking and fun which he hangs in his wardrobe. He has confessed that sometimes during the week when we do not see each other he likes to sniff my jeans and feel the thinness of the material behind, which is wearing with the spankings.

He says that does him a treat and he soon cums. So just for good stead he wants me to take off my jeans after a fresh spanking and wrap then over his head, where he is quite happy to spend some time sniffing my scent as he enjoys my oral extravagance of him.

It is a sort of sweet revenge that he has come down on me to severely, because I added a few well-proportioned nibbles to the sucking extravaganza and pull his balls a little more that is pleasant.

"Pete you are so cruel to me" I hear the muffled sound, his head still in my jeans.

I say nothing and deep suck him with extra strength until I can hear him gasp. It is all part of our wonderful play times together and really I like him very much, almost to the point of loving as of lately, I have come to enjoy his French kisses a lot, and the way he really massages my balls as he pushed his tongue deep into my throat, just where his cock has just been, thoroughly submerged and well sucked, his cream still lingering in my mouth which he takes pleasure in sucking up with his kiss.

It is all very lovely and our pleasure is deeply reflected in the way we love to hold and cuddle after each enthused session, sharing everything we have to reach our passionate goal. I am well numbed and seen to but even after he had taken that lovely love stick away I can still feel its presence deep up me and it is divine. The so wonderful sensations Joe could give me and no messing! - the thrust and pull like he is fucking my hole inside out.

And his fuck is always through and amazing, and even though he cums twice inside me he can still resume for a long time afterwards. He tells me just how good I am for him and how he so enjoys to fuck me after spanking especially.

He is plain dirty the way he goes about preparing me for that. He spits into me, takes me like   an animal, licking and tasting me there, my asshole, my cock, everything until I am panting for his hard throbbing cock to penetrate me.

I am completely besotted in Joe. I will do what he wants when he wants and no messing. If he wants to fuck me in chains, in handcuffs or whatever, over the bedrail, the arm of the settee or simply on all fours I enjoy each and every stroke of his hand and every deep thrust of that lovely elongated cock inside me.

He has me thoroughly to the highest pitch and I am like his slave. Always ready and wanting of him, And if he bears his belt in hand I am ready. I reveal my ass like he wants me too, in jeans, in boxers or tight briefs, whatever his fancy of the day. I like it that way!

But Come July I was demoralized. Joe needed to go to New York, the other side of the ocean, for business. I was devastated but he promised t0o keep in touch via skype.

"We can still do things" he said obviously in an effort to keep me sweet. But what the hell, that was not like real physical stuff.

But I could not keep him from his bread and butter so I just had to lump it.

"At least the break will give that gorgeous ass time tore coupe, it has been very busy of late Huh Pete?" He grinned like a Cheshire cat but knew I was going to miss the sex a lot.

At least I felt he wasn't planning to do anything with another because he asked me to promise to be good whilst he was away, and that it was just for a month and he would make up for it when he was back.

Well I tried, I did honestly but having become so accustomed to regular sex I was a plainly depressed and wanting of a good fuck inside me..

When Robert called, Joe's pal, he asked if I would like a drink I gladly accepted. If anything did come out of it I could still keep loving Joe. But the sex was like a proverbial drug and I needed it to survive my misery.

Robert was nice. I'd met him before at one of Pete's parties and he gave me the eye then. But now, in the confines of the pub restaurant he was giving me more than that.

"I promise to keep it quiet! He vowed, obviously thinking along the lines that I was. He made no secret about stroking my thigh beneath the table and |I certainly made no secret of resisting him doing that.

It felt nice, especially after a week of sad neglect and I enjoyed the attention anyway.

"Perhaps we could erm?" he said quietly looking towards the toilets. "He said he would go first an I could follow indiscriminately. In about two minutes.

I had never done 'toilet bashing' before. It was repugnant to me. But such were my needs, and with a couple of bevies inside me I was game.

I took the bait and made for the toilets, it was a bit of a rush job and he was really on for it big time. And he was certai9nly big time.

"This is just for starters then we can go back to my place okay Pete?" he said pushing his hand down my jeans pocket and feeling for my credentials..

He had a huge one on him which he feverishly exposed for my benefit and I was soon inflamed for him..

"Come on Pete, Fucking well unzip, let's see what you've got then. It is okay I know you need it in your ass but that can wait unti8l later, I have plans for you."

It was nice to feel his cock rub mine and together , standing up I the small place we enjoyed a very nice mutual wank like there was no tomorrow and he came beautifully into my briefs.

"That is just for starters, Pete. There is plenty more where that came from if you are game?"

I smiled. He felt warm and sufficient. He had a nice one on him that would truly benefit from a poke into my ass.

I was thinking I could close my eyes and pretend it was Joe.

But it turned out no way. For once he was circumcised and for twice he wanted to fuck me ass over tit, which Joe had never done.

It was different though and that great big cock of his opened a hole that had been closed too long and he was soon thrusting away devil may care into me

He noticed marks on my rear and queried what they were about.

"Joe likes to spank me" I replied and then he said something that made me wonder if being with this guy was right for me.

"Well each to his own. For me it is golden rain" he announced without hesitation and suggested we get into a shower together so he could demonstrate.

I think I'd reached my port if destination and politely told him I had better leave, that it was getting late.

"What a fuckin' shame" he said loudly like he was really angry, I could really piss over your ass then fuck it sore."

I said no thanks, not my scene,

"Then I have no alternative than to let the cat out of the fuckin' bag" he yelled.

"I will have to tell Joe of our little bit of fun tonight."

But even so, I could not go through that. And anyway I felt sick after his fucking, we weren't't quite compatible in many way. The chemical attraction was missing. The attraction I had with Joe. I hadn't noticed at the time he was fucking me although I didn't like his taste. His cock was nice to suck until he came and that really put me off. Although the fuck was nice because it was something I really needed. But never the golden rain, never that.

I made my exit quickly and hoped he would not tell Joe when he got home





Chapter Four. Golden rain.

"Well did you miss me then?" Joe whispered during mid-fuck. 

It was like he was an addict for my body. Before that and just after I'd called at his door, apart from just a quick greeting he'd said nothing. He was too intent on stripping down my jeans and having me over the arm of his plush red leather settee.

Usually he would indulge in his constitutional spanking and oral stuff but such was his lust, he forwent all that and went in for the kill.. And did I know it!

"I would maybe thought you would have been a little tight" Joe gushed holding himself deep inside me as we indulged in just a gentle movement to feel each other's strong beat. That is another thing I adored about Joe. He knew how to get the very best out of me and the feel of his hardness throbbing inside me was a thrill always.

"But I guess you used the vibrators Huh to keep my hole serviced?"

Straight to the point. That was Joe.

"Something like that" I replied. Knowing the size of Robert's cock was perhaps an inch longer. For me quality mattered more than size, even though I enjoyed Robert's fuck it could never be up to Joe's standard.

"You are a fucking' tease, do you know that?" Joe grinned, easing his cock right up me then.

"Well here it is, the real thing Pete, better than any of your fuck toys eh?"

"Without a doubt" I replied feeling the surge of his fuck begin to take me to the full.

"Tell you what, Pete, I have missed your ass. Such was my agony missing it that I almost phoned for the services of a rent boy. But then I thought it could never be the same as you, no matter how much I imagined. It is the quality you see, So have you been a good boy for me?"

"Of course" I lied. Hoping for the life of me that Robert would not spill the beans.

"Your hole seems as supple as always, give me a good sucking after I have spilled huh? and I will tender your body in the way you have become accustomed."

"Sounds good" I murmured feeling his fuck grow and build and sinking into a beautiful oblivion as he took me full throttle. Grasping the sides of my buttocks to hold me steadfast as he blasted his cock into me.

I think after that deep fucking, he had really missed me and I sort of felt a guilt because I let Robert have me. Should I tell him and be done with it? I asked myself, because Robert said he would tell anyway.

But I didn't want that. I craved over Phil, He was the best thing that had ever happened to me and his sexual preferences were second to none.

Then how could I tell him. How would he react for one thing and maybe things between us could never be the same again?

After Joe had served me to the full, after we'd partaken in mutual oral satisfaction and I was home again in my pad, I telephoned Robert to say it would be okay for him to do what he wanted. I dreaded the thought but I was determined to keep Joe sweet.

Robert was delighted and asked if I could call in the morning, He had a late call and a session with me would put him right for the hectic afternoon in his office ahead.

So I called and braced myself for his particular diversity. I decided just to go through the motions thinking all the time that this was my penance for not being honest with Joe. And if this was going to be a one of that would be fine.

But Robert was truly perverted and contrived to stress that making love with golden rain was something very special that I would simply love.

He was all of a tether when he arrived, standing there in his shorts and not looking attractive at all, especially as he was groping himself like he was doing it for my pleasure. He was a stout guy with a few unattractive flab's around his lower region which did not give me a particular urge to touch him, as he then asked me to.

He pulled it out and murmured something about it being very elastic and subtle and how it would be better stuffed up my fucking asshole than just being perked up like that awaiting for my attention.

I simply hated the idea of touching him after what he told me about his bent for golden rain. It was aright the last and first time we'd fucked., because I was Immersed in the lust in missing Joe I submitted to him freely and yes I did enjoy his fuck. But now it seemed like just something I had to do because of Joe and as he led me to the shower room I felt like a lamb being take for slaughter.

I had managed to give him a quick jerking off downstairs but managed to put off the oral bit. He seemed happy with that though and said he looked forward to initiating me into the pleasure of golden rain. Before we went upstairs to the bathroom he said I should drink plenty and I had a good idea why he said that.

In the bathroom he stripped me with great urgency and did things like stretching the cheeks of my ass apart, slapping them and telling me to bend this way and then that. I went through the notions hoping the morning would soon pass but he was intent on getting the best out of me, his words. Giving me all the stuff about my having a great fuckin' ass made for the trickle of golden rain, and then he'd fuck it taking in the magical odour into his nostrils. And likewise I could do the same with him, The trick then was to share our waters and indulge in a long and satisfying oral rhapsody that was good for the soul and a splendid introductory to a final deep fucking.

He was talking like a preacher man, his head now jerking off my cock which was fully immersed in his throat. His hands gentle coupled squeezing my balls to satisfaction and I did enjoy that. I always do. There is something op very satisfying and special about being sucked and balled, that certain feeling so wonderful and sensual. 

Jane Austin wrote a book about Pride and Prejudice, I could equally write one about sense and sexual sensuality. With Joe taking me in so many way and now this new experience with Robert I reckon I could soon fill a few chapters.

I may do that. See how this one goes.

Anyway with balls well squeezed and cock sucked I was upright and ready to let Robert have his way with me, just to get it over and done with. He led me naked now in the shower compartment, large enough for two or more.

"Just jig me up a little" he said guiding my hand to his erection once more. "Stretch it right back and then I will tell you what to do"

I did as he asked. I felt it and jigged it He places his big hands behind against his buttocks, pushing himself forward to present me with his best. It was fine. I'd handled a cock or two but never with the knowledge that soon it would be spurting pee all over wherever he chose.

Then holding his cock tight at the end he told me just to stand there, close my eyes and feel the happening.

I heard him sigh and felt the heat of a strong spurt of fluid contact my lower tummy and run down my thighs, and over my cock too.

I opened my eyes and he was squeezing his cock to control the spurt and asked me to turn and bend,.

His pee was steaming and smelt like a horse.

"I want this to spurt right up you ass" he said.

I twisted and opened my legs to take the stream of hot fluid . I felt it contact my rear and dribble down between.

It was like when I remembered being little , when I could not wait to reach the toilet and wet my trousers. My Mum gave me a good spanking for that and I guess that has something to do with liking to be spanked now I was grown up, especially by Joe.

But now I was with Robert, being pissed with what he called his golden rain on and wondering what would come next, would he want to fuck my pissed up ass now or what?

The 'or what' was he kneeled and sucked my ass all over. He was like a hungry animal pushing and probing everywhere. But the worse part of all that is when he stood up again, twisted me to face him and pressed his urine saturated mouth to mine!

I was sort of going through the motions, hoping upon hope that I would never have to do this again, and that Robert would not hold me to regular sessions on the premise that he would tell Jo about me and him.

"You look so good glistening in piss, Pete. Now I want you to do the same over me. He went to his knees and placed his face deliberately beneath my pee range, opened his mouth and closed his eyes.

Could I do this? Was I completely mad or something?

But that is what he wanted and that is what he got. Full flow too. I had never ever pissed on a guy before and to see the utter pleasure was something I shall never forget.

Who would have thought anyone could get pleasure this way. It was surely it was unhygienic and highly unethical.

And yet, it sounds crazy, but somehow I felt an inkling of perverted sexual pleasure when it came to my turn. Not like when he washed me but now I was doing it to him, and watching his reaction, I felt definitely something there that I had never felt before.

Another learning cures, there are lots of things we don't know about ourselves until such an opportunity arises.

When I was spent out he thanked me, telling me I was highly desirable and he loved my flavour.

"No we are nicely garnished and I am too let me fuck that beautiful golden ass once again, I will fuck you to the hilt and ball you too, just to show how grateful I am for what you did, for no other guy has done that for me.

It was a learning curve and no mistake. And yet there was something very special and deeply satisfying about it.

But I knew I could never do such a thing with Jo. Not as though he would want me to anyway.