2 comments/ 35914 views/ 3 favorites Greg By: ryanuk1971 I went to a traditional grammar school and the following event(s) occurred during our final term (i.e. all of us had just turned 18 and our hormones and bodies were finding new exepriences). I enjoyed a place in the first rugby team; I played hooker, being small, and used to swing off the shoulders of the two props – if I didn't get the ball I made sure I got someone else's. The practice had gone OK but it was throwing it down and all got drenched, filthy and somewhat cold. After the practice Ian Rattle, the gym master (his middle name was Tim – It rattle(s) – parents obviously had a sense of humour even if he didn't) called me over and asked me to collect the posts and lock up the gym as he had a masters' meeting. This pissed me off as I was now shivering with cold but Rattle was never to be argued with and I acquiesced. I trudged round the field swearing out loud, collected the posts, took them to the gear locker and made my way back to the pavilion. Two of my mates shouted that they were last, they couldn't wait any longer and they'd see me tomorrow, etc. Fucked off I entered the changing rooms and was surprised to see Greg Chambers still there tying his shoes and getting ready for the off. I let off some expletives at him for no reason, saying how frozen I now was but as I found my locker he explained how to turn the heat up for the showers. We were never allowed to have warm showers – presumably to prevent any horseplay etc. I now felt embarrassed that I had let rip at Greg but he seemed OK about it and said he'd be off – I didn't even say goodbye. I stripped off (we wore rugby shirt, tight short shorts and jocks then), entered the shower room, turned the heat up and grabbed a nice hot shower. Usually while in the showers I watch the others just because I compared favourably with them, we all joked about size and mostly pretend sexual exploits and only once did any of us have a hard on. This caused such a commotion and taunts from the others ranging from queer, bent and wanker to arse licker and dog fucker, from then if any of us felt that way we quickly returned to the cold water to cool off. As I was on my own I let the hot water play on my dick and lathered well up including my arse crack. I must have been in there revelling in it for 15 minutes – thinking what would Rattle do if he knew I'd turned the heat up. I dried off and came out with a hard on smack upright against my pubes. Fucking hell, if it wasn't Greg on the centre bench as I came out of the showers. My mind raced, could he have seen me showering/drying? He muttered something to the effect that he had waited to check I was all right and had managed to turn the heat up. He also said he wanted to ensure I had the right key. Even if he hadn't seen the shower he could see my bloody upright dick now. I think I must have run to my locker and grabbed my clothes. I had a spare rugby shirt, jock and track suit bottoms to put on under my coat to go home. Stupidly I grabbed the jock and tried to get it on. I was still slightly wet from the shower, rock hard and shaking with embarrassment. Greg just leant back on his arms and said you wont get that in there. I asked whether he'd been watching in the showers to which he replied it had been the best show he'd ever seen. He came over told me not to be so piqued and made a grab (and got) my balls. Greg told me to lie down on the bench and relax. Light a dumb slave I did so and then experienced the expertise of Greg for the first time. He pushed my head down on to the bench as I was trying to see watch what was going on. One hand gently pulled my balls down pulling my foreskin from over my glans the other gently rubbed up my shaft. I was back hard as ever! He then slid his hand between my body and my dick palm to my abdomen and started rubbing the back of his hand against my shaft. I thought I was going to come. His hand then slipped up to my nipples tweaked them and lightly massaged back down to my dick. The hand that had cupped my balls now pulled down on the skin of my shaft. Eventually I yelled - Fuck Fuck Fuck Greg I'm going to come! Hold on Ry he said and massaged my abdomen some more. After a few minutes calming down he returned to my dick (I had my eyes shut more out of embarrassment than ecstasy). He took the head into his mouth like a plum and began to massage it with his tongue. He held his teeth round my rim while he flicked the slit with his tongue and spit was dribbling down my shaft and onto my pubes. I was trembling not from the cold but from trying not to come – somehow I thought he would not think I was gay if I didn't come! He then slowly sucked his way all down my shaft, licked and sucked each ball individually to only to return to my mushroom suck some more. I knew I was dribbling pre now and he was still licking and slurping. At the same time as he was tongue massaging my dick I felt one of his hands rub the spit and pre down my arse crack. Fuck I was going to come. I felt like nothing ever before. I lifted my arse high up into the air pushing my dick down his throat. I felt the top of his mouth rub as it went down. As my dick went down his throat his finger went up my arse. I yelled out at the top of my voice FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK, FUCK FUCK and came for England. I was shaking this was my first gay experience – this was my first experience of anything but self-wanking. I had to get dressed, it was 5.45pm and the masters' meeting would be finishing and the caretaker would be checking the locks. Fuck I couldn't find the key – Greg had taken it and locked it from the inside (this was pre-meditated!) We walked home together chatted for hours and though we kept our relationship quiet whilst at school we have been together ever since. (The rest is for part 2) Greg & Catalina I want to give a big fat thank you to anonymous readers as well as the members on lit who have given me interesting and helpful feedback. You are truly appreciated. I specifically want to happily acknowledge betrayedbylove who seems to have read quite a few of my stories! Anyway, enjoy the story. ***** "You never paid me any attention." he said to me pointing a finger in my direction. "I gave you attention." "Yeah well not enough of it." He accused once again. "Seriously Greg, that's your excuse?" I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at him. "Lina a man has needs. I didn't mean to cheat on you. It was a one night stand with a nameless girl who doesn't even matter. I honestly don't even see why this is still a hot topic it was three months ago." "When men cheat all should be forgiven and we shall move on but let a woman who's in a relationship step out suddenly it's disgusting and unforgivable." "It was a one night stand." "I can't keep forgiving you every time you do something stupid. This is the fourth girl in the last two years." "Look honey, it won't happen again." he said as he grabbed my shoulders and encouraged me to look up into his hazel eyes. I nodded my head in response as he pulled me into an embrace. I hope he's serious this time. When our bodies parted we just stared at one another before I broke the silence. "Look Greg, I know there's always going to be temptation but you can't just give in. We've been together twelve years and married for ten. If I've been loyal to you since I was 20 you can do the same! Sorry if I'm not in the mood for sex every night but we are parents to one year old twins, a three year old, and a seven year old." I reminded him. ***TWO YEARS LATER*** A lot has changed in my life in just a couple years. My parents both died in a car accident thanks to a drunk driver and my husband's career as a real estate agent is basically in the toilet. On the bright side Greg has been faithful and I recently made partner at the firm I work for. It's kept me pretty busy lately but I don't mind. It's Friday night and i'm pretty excited. I've got the weekend off to relax. My four lovely children Gianna, Cody, Conrad, and Ginger are all asleep and the house is pretty quiet. Greg & I are indulging in sushi in the dining room and all you hear is the sound of our forks clicking on the glass plates. "What's with you lately?" He asked suddenly. "What do you mean?" I responded with a question. "I just feel like you're never at home and when you are it's like you have no desire to spend time with me and the kids." "Well excuse me if I have to work." "I think it's great that you're uber committed to your job but it's been fully consuming you lately. It's like that's all you care about." "As it should be. I love what I do and it pays the bills. I mean, food has to be put on the table somehow." His eyes cut into narrow slits at my last sentence. He knows it was directed at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked. "You and I both know that currently your career is total shit and that you've morphed into a stay at home dad." "So you're kicking me when i'm down." "I'm not kicking you. I'm just saying that i'm not fond of your complaints. I can't give you, the kids, and my job 100% all the time. You don't know how stressed i've been." "I'm stressed too. My career is at a stand still and I have to deal with the kids all day and night." "Yeah well I'm trying my best not to break down because my emotions are still scattered due to my parents demise. I have to pay all our bills AND keep food on the table! On top of that i'm doing my best to be a loving wife and active mom so excuse me if I am unsympathetic to your feelings." "So because you're bringing home all the bread my feelings don't matter." "Do you ever decipher anything I say correctly?" I asked more so to myself than him. "Goodnight, Catalina." he said dismissively as he left the dinner table, leaving his plate of half eaten sushi on the table. "Wow, what a lovely dinner that was." I murmured sarcastically as I watched him stride upstairs. ***A WEEK LATER*** It's Friday night once again and I planned to relax but, like last time, I couldn't. I got home from work at 6:30 today. Five minutes after my arrival Greg said he had to make a run to the store and left out. Before I know it it's after twelve a.m and Greg's not back. I called and text him repeatedly but no answer or reply. I sighed as I got sent to voice mail for what felt like the hundredth time. I decided to dial his cell one more time before giving up and to my surprise, he answered! "Greg, oh thank goodness you're alright!" I exclaimed. "Yeah, of course." he responded, sounding amused. "Well you haven't been answering my calls or texts." "Sorry, was and still is, out with the fellas." "That explains your loud background, huh?" I asked with a fake laugh. "Yeah, see you when I get home." he said. "O-okay." I stammered as the conversation abruptly ended. ***SATURDAY, 10:00 P.M.*** "So nice of you to grace me with your presence." I stated sarcastically as Greg FINALLY arrived home after leaving yesterday evening! "Where's the kids?" he asked, ignoring my statement. "Sleep, it is late at night you know." "Lina, I don't feel like doing this with you right now." he warned. "Then don't." I told him. We stared at each other silently for a moment before I gave him a knowing look. "What?" he asked. "Who was it this time?" I asked, moving a strand of my shoulder length, wavy blonde hair out of my face. He arched a brow in "confusion" at my question after running a hand through his dark brown hair. "The girl you slept with today, or yesterday." I told him matter of factly as I watched guilt form across his face. No response. He was silent. "Horrible." I said as I allowed my now glassy blue eyes to lay into him with disgust. He couldn't even face me. Now he was looking down at the ground. I got up off the couch and approached him slowly. He lifted his head. "I'm sorry." he told me. "You most certainly are." I responded. ****SUNDAY, 2:00 P.M.**** Greg is out at the park with the kids while I am straightening up the house. I'm almost completely done when I hear the doorbell rings. I open the door to find a woman on my doorstep. "Can I help you?" I asked. "Hi ma'am, I am detective Norway. Is there a man named Greg Reivers living here?" she asked. "Yes, he's my husband. Why?" I asked. "He's being accused of drugging and raping a 19 year old girl." TO BE CONTINUED...