5 comments/ 36142 views/ 3 favorites Pleasure Manor Ch. 01 By: lkp0106 Chapter 1 Beads of sweat trickled down the back of Joshua's neck, as he bent over the pump, and ran onto his back and into the crevices of his spine. As he straightened up, out of the shadows, the roaring sun beat down on his slowly bare skin and he flinched as his arm brushed the boiling metal of the car. It was the beginning of summer and already the annual heats had arrived. Joshua had been working at the gas station for a month, since his first year at college had ended. He was working to earn money to pay for his next year of college, but it wasn't going well – the gas station was the only place he could find a job, and filling cars didn't earn a great pay. Regardless, he had to keep on working, as there was no chance of finishing his education without any extra cash. With a lazy wave – even small movement was difficult in this thick heat – the driver of the car pulled out of the station. As Joshua watched the car accelerate down the road, he ran his hand across his sweaty brow and pushed back the flop of wavy brown hair. He glanced at the large clock above the door of the staff's booth – it was barely past midday, he had another five hours of this hard tedious work to do. Already his body was aching and dripping with sweat; he'd taken off his soaked shirt a little over an hour ago and he could feel his skin burning. The noise of a pretty big engine caught his attention, and he turned to see a shining, silver Mercedes pull into the station. He couldn't help but roll his eyes bitterly – how could some people afford to cruise around in sports cars all day while he was stuck doing manual labour for no pay? Silently, he prayed that the Mercedes wouldn't pull into his pump's bay, but there was no such luck. Unenthusiastically, he walked to the driver's window, which slid down as he approached. "Hi. How can I help you?" he asked, dipping his head to the window. The man driving the Mercedes looked like the first comfortable person he'd seen today – he wore cool, white trousers with a matching linen shirt, open at the collar so that sparse salt-and-pepper chest hair was just visible. The car's efficient air conditioning kept the sticky heat outside. The man's dark sunglasses looked expensive. "Yeah, diesel please," the man replied in a deep, melodic voice. As Joshua finished filling the Mercedes, a he suddenly felt as if he was being watched. Quickly, he stood up and looked through the back window into the rear-view mirror of the car in which, he could have sworn, the man was looking him up and down. But the man was still wearing sunglasses and it was hard to tell. He shook his head to dispel the strange feeling. He replaced the pump and returned to the driver's window. "$110 please, sir." The man picked his wallet out of the well next to him and fished out the notes, handing them to Joshua. "Say, what's a fit young lad like you doing working at a gas station?" The man's question took him by surprise, and it took him a moment to answer. "Trying to earn a bit of cash to pay for college," he replied, "it's not going so well though." "Hmm," the man murmured, and a thoughtful look clouded his face. Slowly, he pushed his sunglasses onto his head to reveal large, dark brown eyes, which began to roam across Joshua's body. Now he was sure of it – the man had been looking at him earlier, with this same unnerving, but not entirely unpleasant, piercing look. He felt as if the older man's eyes were taking in everything – his glistening, smooth, muscular chest, the faint outline of his strong abs, the curly, matted hair beneath his arms. Finally, they made contact with his own set of bright green eyes. "Say, what's your name," he asked. "Joshua Stevens." "Well, Joshua" he said, "if you need some extra cash I've got a job you can do for me. I pay well," he added, with a glint in his eye. "I could do with the money," Joshua admitted. He would not usually have considered an offer like this from a total stranger, but there was a strange draw about the man, and his offer was intriguing. "Come along to this address this evening if you're interested," continued the man, drawing a card from his wallet and handing it to Joshua, "I'll tell you more about it." On that note, the conversation was ended. The man thanked Joshua, bade him a good day and drove out of the station. Joshua heard the sound of his engine, and the man's face and offer remained in his mind, long after the Mercedes disappeared around the bend. * It was just gone 8.30, the sun had dipped into the horizon leaking red light across the sky and the temperature had dropped a little. Joshua stood, awestruck, in front of two wrought-iron gates, which had opened as he had ridden up onto the magnificent estate where the man he'd met earlier that day – Henry Crowe, as it said on his card – lived. A plaque to the side of the gates identified the estate as 'Pleasure Manor.' Joshua frowned at the oddness of the name. He stood his bike up against a stone pillar holding the gate and began to walk up the gravelled drive, at the end of which he could see the familiar Mercedes parked in front of the house. The estate was about 3 miles out of town, in a beautiful, remote area. The great stone mansion in front of him was fronted by period, stone walls which revealed manicured gardens either side of the drive. The house, as he walked towards it, reminded him of old, Gothic castles from movies, but without the towering turrets and haunted wings. When he reached the high, dark wood double doors, Joshua reached up and pulled down on a long rope-bell to his left, which incurred a resounding ring. Expecting the double doors to swing open, he was surprised to hear the swing of hinges to his right. He turned to see a small side-door opening and a tall, muscular, olive-skinned man come out. He was wearing a smart open-neck shirt and light, plain trousers. He smiled apologetically, "Sorry, Mr Crowe doesn't like using these main doors," said the man, with a hint of a Spanish accent, "he thinks it makes him look like a snob. Rich coming from a man who owns a place like this," he added with a smile. Joshua laughed politely. "I'm Stefan, I work for Mr Crowe," he continued, "you must be Joshua." "Yes, I'm here about a job." "I know. Please come through." Stefan lead Joshua through a grand hall – marble floors, expensive art-work, a life-size sculpture of an Adonis and a large oak staircase leading up to a balcony corridor above the hall – and through a small door to the side of the stair case. Joshua found himself in a living room of sorts, their were two brown leather sofas and an armchair which surrounded an entirely glass coffee table; the walls were covered in art – a lot of which, to Joshua's amazement, was of naked men in various poses – and a large flat screen TV was mounted above the fireplace, in front of the glass table. French windows opened out onto a small, walled garden. "Make yourself comfortable," said Stefan, with a smile, "Mr Crowe should be through in a few minutes." Joshua sat himself on the smaller of the sofas, still taking in the splendour of the house. After a couple of minutes, he heard soft footsteps on the marble outside the door. He turned to see Mr Crowe entering, wearing only a white bathrobe that had fallen open to his navel revealing chiselled pecs and nicely toned abs. He carried a white towel to dry his dark hair. "Joshua, Joshua," he said jovially, extending a hand to be shaken, "I'm sorry, I was just swimming when you arrived. Such great weather needs to be taken advantage of." Joshua nodded in agreement. "I was hoping you'd come along. In fact, I had Stefan dress up for the occasion." Joshua barely had time to contemplate this strange comment before Mr Crowe breezed on, "so you're here about the job?" "Yes, sir," Joshua replied. "Pah," Mr Crowe snorted, as he lowered himself onto an armchair opposite, "what's with this 'sir?' Call me Harry," he smiled at Joshua, and once again he felt the man's strange draw. "Thanks, Harry." "So let's get started. Firstly, I want you to promise to hear me out. You might not like what you hear, but promise to hear me out." Alarm bells started ringing in Joshua's head – the request was very strange. But there was something about the man in front of him that made him nod his head, "I'll hear you out." "Good. First thing I want to ask, Josh – do you mind if I call you Josh? The first thing I want to ask is: what sort of sexual experience do you have?" "Wha-? Why do you-?" Joshua spluttered at the unexpectedly personal question, but Harry's dark eyes widened imploringly, and Joshua decided to go along with him. "Well I- I can't say I have a wide experience, you know, I'm only 19, but I've had sex, yeah. I've had sex with three girls, and gotten head a few times... but nothing experimental. I- I don't really know what you want me to say." "No, I'm merely inquisitive. Say, Josh, have you ever had any sexual experience with another man?" "No!" Joshua exclaimed. He had a funny idea he knew where this was going. "Have you ever been curious?" "I- no, not really. I mean, I can appreciate how people find other guys attractive but no, not really," Joshua garbled. "Uh-huh," Harry Crowe nodded, "well, Josh, I'm gay. And sex, unsurprisingly, is my passion. Sex and fine art... and if both can be incorporated I'm game. You see, Josh, I used to be a very successful businessman, and I earned a lot of money through stock exchange – a dangerous business unless you're careful. I earned so much that, at the age of 41, I retired, and set up home here to pursue my goals. Well, pursue is the wrong word, really, as all I needed was money, of which I had plenty. "And so, I set up this estate, this sexual haven of mine, if you will. You may call me shallow to call this my goal, but that is what it is – my goal was to have a safe home full of beautiful men. Without worry, just happiness and laughter and sex. You see, I employ the best looking men I can find to come and live here with me and enjoy this unbounded freedom. All I ask from them is their bodies and their love – no, not their love of me, their love of what they do. I could not stand to think I was paying someone for all this sexual pleasure..." he drifted off. Joshua sat in a state of mild shock – shock at this story, shock that he was listening, shock that he had not stopped Harry from talking, and shock at the stirring it had caused at his groin. "You caught my eye today, Josh. You are a very handsome, sexy young man. This is my offer. I will pay you to live here with me. You'll be one of my companions, one of my friends. You'll be homed, fed and watered, and you'll be well paid. So, what do you say?" It took Joshua a few moments before he could open his mouth, "I, well, I'm, I'm very flattered, Mr Crowe, but well, I'm not gay-" "From the hint of a tent in your pants, Josh, I think someone disagrees," Harry smiled that drawing smile again. "Yes, I suppose you're right," laughed Josh, as the smile had seemed to drain the tension out of him, "but I'm really not sure." "Well, how's about I give you a taster of what the job would be, and see if I can persuade you." Mr Crowe rose from his seat and walked to Joshua, and knelt between his legs. Carefully, he began to unbuckle his belt. "Mr Crowe, really I- I'm not sure..." Joshua squirmed. "Ssh," whispered Harry, as he unzipped Joshua's jeans "just enjoy yourself." His whole body relaxed – something about the man had taken its hold over him. Harry's hand brushed Joshua's cock through his boxers as he pulled open the jeans and he felt himself stiffen. "That's better," Harry whispered, "now, let's see what we've got here." With that, he pulled down the waistband of Joshua's boxers releasing the hard cock, which slapped up to his belly. Harry gasped. "My, my, Joshua, you've got quite a tool hanging there between your legs." Joshua blushed proudly – his thick, uncut cock was just under 8" long, and the engorged purple head was glistening with precum. He knew he was well-endowed. Mr Crowe reached out his hand and stroked the head, causing Joshua to shiver with pleasure. He moved his hand to grasp the base, nestling in the neat curls of hair. "You trim? Glad to see you take care of yourself." Gently, he ran his hand up and down the length of the shaft, squeezing temptingly at the head so that Joshua's cock twitched. "Josh, how about I get you comfortable, so I can do this monster justice?" Harry asked, smiling. Joshua just nodded, unable to speak. Harry reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, planting kisses on his chest as his hands travelled down, nibbling at the stiffened nipples, running his tongue along the muscular grooves of Joshua's stomach. He threw the shirt onto the glass table. Joshua's shoes, socks, trousers and boxers soon followed. Finally, Joshua stood naked in the fading sunlight with Harry knelt before him. Playfully, Harry pushed him back onto the sofa. "That's better," he laughed. "Are you ready?" But he didn't wait for an answer as Joshua, blood pounding in his ears, watched the older man take his cock into his mouth. For a few seconds, he teased the swollen glands with his tongue, flicking and stroking. He released the rock hard organ and moved down to Joshua's testicles. He brushed the sac with his lips, running his tongue so lightly down the scrotum, across the sensitive stretch of skin to his asshole and back again that it was like torture for Joshua, who writhed and shook with ecstasy. Harry took one spherical orb into his mouth, sucking and rolling it around, so that he could feel the heat rising inside, before taking the other and giving it the same treatment. Joshua moaned as he watched the older man tormenting his balls. Harry was still wearing the white robe, and Joshua yearned to reach down and rip it off; to feel the smooth skin of Harry's back; to run his fingers through the scattering of chest hair, man on man, skin on skin. Completely taken over by this unfamiliar desire, he pulled at the robe so that the loose strings at the waist came undone. Without taking his attention off of Joshua's boiling sac, Harry helped to manoeuvre himself out of the bathrobe, which was thrown unceremoniously to the floor. Harry drew himself away from the young man's testicles. Gently, he lifted Joshua's legs and turned him so that he was now lying on the leather sofa. He stood, revealing his own erection – Joshua appreciated the slight curve of the thick, cut cock, which can't have been smaller than his own, and the deep purple veins that ran like tributaries along it's length. Looking at him, Harry climbed onto the sofa, and positioned himself so that he lay between Joshua's bent legs. Without breaking eye contact, he ran his tongue up the length of the cock, watching the gleam of pleasure in Joshua's eye, and then took the head into his mouth. Tantalizingly slowly, he moved his lips down the shaft, playfully flicking his tongue against the head. When he had taken 5" of the cock, he moved his lips back up again, to suck on the head. He did this again and again, each time taking a little bit more, teasing a little bit more, before withdrawing. Joshua reached down to touch the hot skin of Harry's back, moving to stroke the muscular chest and play with the swollen nipples. Without warning, Harry sucked more aggressively on Joshua's cock head, causing Joshua to involuntarily pinch Harry's nipple. Harry moaned, and the tremors ran through Joshua's cock and along his body, dizzying and shaking his mind. Finally, Harry lowered his lips to the base of Joshua's long shaft, with apparent ease, and Joshua groaned as he felt the head of his cock slip down the older man's throat. He stretched out his leg, and felt Harry's thick, warm cock rest on it. He felt Harry's throat muscles begin to massage his cock, and felt his tongue slither out of his mouth to lick at his ball sac. Harry's hands began to roam his body. They ran across the dip of his hips; travelled up the trail of hair that led from his groin to his navel; they stroked the planes of his abs and they explored his tight muscular chest, flicking and pinching his nipples so that he twitched. Harry returned to stroking his shaft up and down with his lips, but this time more vigorously, more purposefully, more animal. He expertly sucked on his head, then nose-dived into the patch of pubic hair, making Joshua tense and buckle. With this rhythm, Harry rocked his hips back and forth, so that his cock rubbed against Joshua's leg. As Harry devoured his cock with increasing energy, he began to feel a stirring in his loins, the oscillating tense-and-relax of muscles deep within him, and he knew what was coming. "Harry, Harry," his voice was hoarse and rifled with tremors and shakes, "I- I'm going to cum." But Harry didn't stop, he just pumped Joshua's bulging member harder and faster, and ground his groin harder and faster onto Joshua's leg. The orgasm was growing inside of him – it spread from his groin up his stomach and chest; it shot down his limbs. His breathing became rugged as Harry's tempo increased. The tingling orgasm became more violent, rocking his body and his head, until his mind felt as if it were splitting. Suddenly, finally, his hips bucked and he felt his hot seed rush down his cock and explode into Harry's mouth. His body quivered as he shot once, twice, thrice and at the same time, he felt Harry's cum spurt onto his leg in a torrent. Slowly, he drifted back down to earth. Harry had swallowed most of his cum, and the small amount that had trickled from the sides of his mouth he licked from his lips as he watched Joshua. Harry smiled, "So, what do you say, Josh? Fancy a job?" Josh hesitated for a moment, but only a moment. "When do I start?" Pleasure Manor Ch. 02 Almost four days had passed since he had accepted Mr Crowe's job offer, but for Joshua time had flown. Keen to ignore the excitement growing in his gut, he had busied himself ever since he'd left Pleasure Manor with preparing for the move. He had handed in notice on the tiny apartment he'd been renting the very next morning, and Harry had offered to pay for the next month's rent so that he could move in as soon as possible. His few necessities-- his school work, his books -- had already been packed into three storage boxes, and his other belongings, including his bed and TV, had been sold at a garage sale two mornings previously. Now he slept on the sofa that had been in the apartment when he'd moved in. It hurt to realise that he was selling away his only recently found independence, until he realised the wholly different kind of independence he was about to receive -- paying the rent and owning and stocking his own refrigerator was trivial. Now he just had the last few of his clothes to pack in a suitcase before the apartment was no longer his home. Yesterday morning, all of his bags were packed, but in a moment of angst he had emptied his suitcase back into his wardrobe. Racked with apprehension and confusion, he spent the next few hours contemplating whether or not his plans were a good idea. He'd never felt any sexual attraction to men before his encounter with Harry, but now he couldn't remember ever being as turned on as he was when he was with Harry. He found himself fantasising about being with Harry again, what they'd do to each other, and he'd grow hard over the memories of Harry's strong throat teasing his dick, Harry's own thick cock lying on his leg, burning through his skin. And he'd shake the thoughts out of his head -- did they make him gay? Was he gay? But in the end, after some time to calm down over a cold beer, the memory of Harry's farewell, gently brushing Joshua's lips with his own, his tongue caressing his own, that made Joshua repack his bags. Every time these images rose in his brain, his cock began to stiffen in his pants, and he had to urge himself to think of something else -- of what he was going to have for dinner that night, or when he was going to finish his essay -- because he was keen to adhere to Harry's final request. "Don't touch yourself over the next few days," he had whispered to him, his warm breath tickling his ear, and with a playful squeeze of Joshua's crotch, "I want you begging for it when you arrive." That night, the last night in his old apartment, he fell asleep on his mattress with a smile on his face and dreamt about the possibilities of tomorrow. * Unusually, it was Mr Crowe who opened the side door to Pleasure Manor early the next morning, wearing, once again, a white bathrobe. He smiled when he saw Joshua and his boxes of belongings, and gave him a warm hug. "I wonder, do you live in that bathrobe?" Joshua asked jokingly. Harry laughed. "I've been soaking up some sun in this heat," he explained, and Joshua observed that he did look tanned, "I thought it more appropriate to answer the door with something on. You've got plenty of time to see me without this robe on," he added with a wink, and Joshua felt his face redden slightly. Leaving his luggage in the hall -- Harry told him it could be moved later -- Joshua was led through the marble-floored hall and up the grand stairs to the balcony above. The double-floored room was filled with light from the great glass ceiling-window above. On each side of the balcony, there was a smaller staircase leading up to different parts of the house, and a couple dark wooden to different rooms. The house was very symmetrical, but struck Joshua with an air of casual peacefulness. Harry led him up the smaller staircase to the left of the main one, and the phrase 'west wing' formed in his mind. The staircase led to another sunlit corridor, which branched to three wooden doors. Harry turned to the door on the left and opened it. "Welcome to your new room." Compared to the apartment he'd just come from, the room was luxurious. It was beautiful by any stretch. A large, deep mahogany four poster bed sat in the middle of the sunny room, with deep red bedclothes and drapes hanging like curtains from each of the four corners. A matching red sofa rested next to a mahogany chest of drawers and bookshelf. Awestruck, Joshua moved further into the room and saw a door leading to a marble en-suite bathroom. "Do you like it?" asked Harry with a grin. Joshua just nodded. "I like to think that everyone has their own, private room," Harry continued, "where they can relax and be comfortable by themselves." French doors opened onto a balcony, which overlooked a familiar walled garden. Joshua realised that his room was above the living room where Harry had persuaded him to take up the job four days previously. "Take a look around, settle in," Harry told him, "take your time. Then pick out something from the bottom draw there," he pointed at the chest of drawers, "and put it on. Come and find me downstairs, I'll be waiting to show you around a bit, make you feel at home." He smiled and left the room. Deciding to freshen up, Joshua undressed, threw his clothes onto the bed and took a shower. After letting to steaming hot water run over his body for a few minutes, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself with a large white towel that was hanging on a bar next to the bath. He hung the towel back on the rail, and walked naked back into the bedroom. Remembering Harry's request, he opened the bottom door of the indicated chest of drawers. He couldn't suppress a smile: the draw was filled with an assortment of underwear -- thongs and g-strings, bikinis with cock pouches and revealing lace knickers. He frowned when he saw something that looked more like a tasselled belt than underwear. Rifling through the draw, he finally picked out a black lace thong. He put it on and stood in front of the mirror. The thong was perfect -- the low-rise waistband emphasised the curves of his abs and the thin material clung to his cock, teasingly not-quite-revealing through the translucent lace. Turning around, he was pleased with the way the thin strip of material disappeared between his buttocks so that it seemed like his ass was bare. He was sure that Harry would be impressed. Joshua made his way back down the staircase, and out onto the hall balcony, and continued down the main stairs. The hall's marble floor was refreshingly cool beneath his bare feet. Oddly, he did not feel at all self-conscious about walking around in only a thong -- it was comfortable in the oppressive heat, and he supposed that a well-hidden exhibitionist nature was slowly coming out of him. There was no one in the entrance hall, so, instinctively, he walked to the sitting room in which Harry had met him on his first visit. The TV was on -- an old black and white movie playing across the screen -- but the two men sitting on the sofa didn't look as if they were paying the film much attention. Joshua was only mildly surprised to see one of the men stroking the outline of a hard cock through the other man's black bikini. When they noticed Joshua at the door, they turned their attention quickly to him, but there was no embarrassment on their faces. "I was just wondering where Mr Crowe was," Joshua implored. The man in the black bikini smiled, but his blue eyes reflected a quiet kind of melancholy, "He's just in the kitchen I should think. It's two doors down from here," he gesticulated a direction. The only word Joshua could find to describe the man was beautiful. He had the palest skin Joshua had ever seen, contrasting strikingly with his black bikini, and his toned muscles around a slight frame gave him an ethereal appearance. Fair, almost white hair accentuated his pale skin, and he wondered how the man didn't burn in the baking sun. The other man was much darker skinned and more thickset, with a more masculine attraction. Just as Joshua turned to leave the darker man said, "You're the newest arrival, aren't you. Joshua, wasn't it?" Josh nodded, "I'm Philip, and this is Cole. I'm sure we'll get a chance to introduce ourselves properly later." Harry was making the finishing touches on two margaritas when he walked into the kitchen. Smiling, he handed one of them over to Joshua and looked him up and down, "Wow," he whistled, and he did look amazed, "I could just rip that tight little number off you right now." Joshua laughed, surprised by his mutual appreciation of Harry's skintight swimming trunks. For a few minutes they made small talk -- had Joshua had any problems with his room? Was there anything he'd like to know? How was college? Joshua mentioned bumping into Philip and Cole. "Right then, Josh, how about I show you around a little? I won't show you round the entire house -- most of it is very tedious and you can discover where everything is in your own time." He smiled at Joshua, "you are not simply my guest or my employee. You live here now, this is your house, your home. You're free to do what you want, when you want," he paused, and added with a grin, "except, of course, when I want something." Harry led him around the rooms that branched off from the entrance hall -- a luxurious dining room with a long oak table and an enormous painting of a naked man lay to the side of the kitchen. Harry told a story of how he had come into possession of the painting, which was a famous original, but Joshua was only half-listening. There was a large bathroom with a bath that looked as if it were made for quite a few people to share and a large walk in shower. As well as the sitting room where Joshua had met Philip and Cole, there were two other sitting rooms, both with varying furniture. In one there was a cinema-sized flat-screen TV, below which ran three shelves with an extensive collection of porn videos -- both gay and bisexual. After a stunned looked from Joshua, Harry simply shrugged, "What's there to hide? You know how things work here." Harry quickly got bored of giving his tour and suggested relaxing by the pool and meeting some of the guys, "There are nine of us including you and I," Harry told him as they walked through a door from the kitchen, into the gardens, "but I won't line everyone up and introduce them all -- far too officious. You'll meet them eventually." The pool was not far from the house, and was fronted by a large pool house. Inside were a bathroom, a games room and a small gym. Joshua's mind span when he tried to imagine the amount of money Harry had thrown at the house. Around the pool were a number of loungers, and a single figure lay on one at the far end of the pool, illuminated in the sun. "Marcus," Harry called, and the man sat up, "come and meet Josh." The man rose from the sunlounger and walked to them. He was a couple of inches smaller than Joshua, with tanned skin the colour of roasted hazelnuts -- he obviously spent a lot of time in the sun -- and a well-defined body; everyone here seemed to work out a lot. He walked with a playful swagger and exuded self-confidence with a treasure trail of hair that ran from his navel to disappear into a pair of gold silk briefs. He wore sunglasses with gold-tinted lenses and looked like a model. He took of the glasses as he reached them. "Hi, nice to meet you," Joshua extended his hand. Marcus shook his hand with a teasing smile on his face, and said, with a slight southern drawl, "Very well-mannered shaking my hand. But here we usually greet each other like this." He pulled Joshua towards him and kissed him powerfully, his tongue darting quickly to brush against Joshua's. Marcus' hand dropped and grabbed his buttock, causing him to move into the embrace. He felt their cocks press firmly together. "Marcus, you tease," Harry laughed, "you two just relax, I've got a phone call to make. I'll be back in a few minutes," and he walked back to the house. Joshua and Marcus made themselves comfortable on sunbathed loungers. Uncovered, the heat was not as intense as it was before and with the reflections from the rippling water dancing across the floor, the moment was completely relaxing. "Beautiful isn't it?" Marcus asked. "It really is." Joshua wasn't sure what exactly he was referring to, as he couldn't really see where Marcus was looking behind the sunglasses, but he couldn't disagree. Everything was beautiful -- the lush lawns of grass with well-kept trees and shrubs; the hypnotic dipping and rising of the water; he couldn't even deny that Marcus was beautiful, with his chiselled body and flirtatious personality. A few minutes passed. "So, how did Harry find you?" "I was working at the gas station in town," he explained, "he came in to fill up the car and saw me. He must've taken a liking to me." "I can't imagine why," Marcus replied sarcastically, and now it was obvious that his eyes were roaming over his body and staring at the bulge beneath his black lace thong. "What about you?" he asked. "I met Harry just over two years ago at a business function. Yeah, he's retired but he's still involved in the business. They couldn't let him go. Anyway, I was working behind the bar at the hotel he was staying in. It didn't take much for him to persuade me to come here with him. There was nothing to stay for anyway, my family practically disowned me as soon as I came out-" "So you're gay, then?" Joshua hadn't really thought about a gay man working for Harry. He'd assumed that everyone would have been in a similar position to him. "Oh yeah," Marcus laughed, "I think I've always known I was gay. So you're straight?" "I've been straight up until now, but can you still call this straight?" Marcus smiled, "You surprise me, Josh. I thought you'd be one to deny being gay forever." There were a few moments of silence, "So that means you've only ever been with a guy once, with Harry?" "Yeah that's it." "You've never fucked a guy?" "No, I've done nothing with a guy. Except what happened with Harry." Marcus laughed a jovial, careless bark, "Man, you've been missing out." It seemed as though he was going to carry on, when a call signalled Harry's return. "I have more margarita," he said as he settled into an adjacent lounger and he poured out three cocktails from a jug. Joshua sipped at his, but Marcus knocked his own back in one go. "We were just talking about when you met me," Marcus said to Harry. "Hah, this little stud couldn't keep his eyes off of me," Harry laughed. "I think it was the other way round," Marcus replied, leaning over to give the older man a playful punch on the arm. "Joshua tells me he's never been with another man." "Oh, you cared to ask him?" "I'm just interested." "Who are you kidding?" joked Harry, and both Marcus and Joshua laughed, "you just want to show him the ropes. How about we show him a good time." "With pleasure." Marcus removed his sunglasses and rose with a seductive suavity that was simultaneously amusing and sexy. Joshua felt his thong get a little tighter. Marcus straddled the lounger that he lay on, so that he was standing over Joshua, his green eyes twinkling with lust. He bent down and kissed him passionately, whilst planting a cool hand on his muscular chest, sending shivers down his spine. Still locked in embrace, their tongues battling, Marcus lowered himself so that he was straddling Joshua's crotch. Slowly, Marcus began to grind with his ass, so that Joshua felt his cock stiffen and strain in the thong. He tried to reach down to give himself some more room, but Marcus pinned his arms above his head. He was uncomfortably horny, and unintentionally began to grind his hips in rhythm with Marcus, so that his bursting cock rubbed on Marcus' buttocks. Just as the tension of the thong on his cock became intolerable, so that he would have had to wrestle Marcus off, Joshua felt a hand, presumably Harry's, pull on the waistband of the thong releasing his cock from its imprisonment. Stopping only to squeeze Joshua's rigid shaft, Harry removed the black thong. Moments later, Joshua heard material rip and, with a sigh that released a lot of pressure, Marcus broke their kiss and his head fell onto Joshua's shoulder, warm breath tickling his neck. Looking to the end of the lounger, he could see Harry with the torn pair of gold silk briefs in his hand -- obviously Marcus' cock had also been pretty tight in his underwear, and Harry had had to tear his underwear to get them off. Now Marcus began licking and kissing Joshua's neck, nibbling on his earlobe, whilst Harry sat back down on his lounger, rubbing his own hardening cock and half-concealing groans. Marcus resumed grinding against Joshua's now uncovered crotch, more fervently now, and precum had oozed from his cock and smeared across Marcus' ass cheeks. Marcus' heavy balls hung freely now, bouncing on his skin with every movement. He moaned and raised his hips to meet Marcus' and his cock slid between his muscular buttocks, which clenched around the rock-hard tool. Movement to his right signalled that Harry could no longer just sit and watch, and he felt the older man's lips meet his as Marcus moved to kiss his pecs and nip his erect nipples. Now completely enthralled, Joshua moved fiercely into Harry's kiss, sucking on his bottom lip and moaning gently. He felt Harry's hand enclose his cock and slowly began stroking up and down the shaft. He flinched every time the sensitive head of his cock rubbed against Marcus' buttock. This continued for a couple of minutes -- a slow kiss, turning frantic with anticipation, from Marcus; a quick squeeze from Harry, pulling his foreskin taught and then releasing; the reflexive gasp escaping from his lips as Marcus massaged his shaft with his ass muscles. Then, as Joshua felt he were about to tip over the edge, simultaneously they stopped -- they must have communicated with each other -- and Marcus released his arms from above his head and his swollen cock from his clenched buttocks and stood up and off of the lounger. Joshua watched as Harry and Marcus moved closer to one another and began to kiss. Their hands roamed each other's body: Marcus groped the stiffening package in Harry's swimming trunks, pushing his own cock against Harry's thigh. Harry ran his hands over Marcus' butt; kneading his buttocks; spreading them apart and teasing his bud with his forefinger. Completely ignored, Joshua couldn't help but feel that this show was put on for his benefit, and he was more aroused than ever. "Fuck me," he moaned involuntarily as he rubbed his cock. The sound of his voice brought Harry and Marcus back round, and they both looked at him, smiling, "Looks like someone's feeling a bit left out," Harry said to Marcus. Marcus didn't reply, instead turning back to Harry and, grasping the waistband of his trunks in both hands, knelt to the floor so that the trunks came down too. Harry's raging hard-on jumped up, pointing only centimetres from Marcus' face. As he removed the older man's trunks from around his feet, Marcus leant forward and licked the tip of his cock and Harry threw back his head with a moan of appreciation. As quickly as he had made the gesture, Marcus broke away and stood up again. "Well then," he said, finally answering Harry's question, "we better give him some attention then." They gave each other a knowing smile and knelt either side of Joshua's lounger. Ignoring his engorged dick that rested expectantly on his belly, Marcus lifted Joshua's heavy balls in his hand, and they each took one into their mouths, rolling it around with their tongue. Through the strange pleasure of two hot mouths on his balls, Joshua thought of the flawless way in which the two men had both known what the other were about to do to him, and he could not help but wonder that Harry and Marcus had done this same routine before. Pleasure Manor Ch. 02 They increased the pressure of their tongues on his balls, so that an ache began to grow in them. After a few minutes, Marcus released the orb from his mouth, which was immediately gathered by Harry, bouncing the two spheres together in his mouth so that Joshua tensed. Marcus turned his attention to Joshua's cock, lifting it and stroking it in his hand. Joshua remembered Harry sucking his cock; how much he had slowly teased him: licking his shaft; squeezing his balls; swallowing his cock one inch at a time before retreating again. But Marcus was in no such mood. He bent down and gave the head one tender kiss. Then, eagerly, unforgivingly, he deep throated the entire length, down to the base, and clamped his throat muscles so tightly that Joshua's moan escalated into a shouted, 'Oh yeah.' He heard Harry laugh, before releasing his balls, and vibrations shook through him. "Looks like he's enjoying that," he said, but Marcus was too busy working on Joshua's cock to answer and so Harry dove back between the young man's legs. Joshua didn't know how long this treatment went on for: he closed his eyes and disappeared into these staggering feelings, losing all sense of time. He felt lips press firmly against his and someone kiss him desperately, like a drowning man. He realised he hadn't been aware of Marcus stop sucking his cock, and now the young man had straddled the lounger once again. He raised his hands to press on Marcus' waist, feeling the beads of sweat on his warm skin; pulling him into the fiery embrace. Beneath the pressure of Joshua's fingers, Marcus gradually lowered his waist until Joshua felt his cock slip between his buttocks again. Something about the way Marcus kissed with him with more fervour made him realise that he was about to fuck a guy for the first time, and his heart beat even faster. Pressure grew on Joshua's cock as Marcus pushed his ass onto it, until, as if with ease, his cock head slipped passed Marcus' sphincter and into warm depths, and Marcus let out a groan. No longer surprised by anything, after what had happened in the last few days, Joshua was merely elated by how good Marcus' ass felt around his cock: it was much tighter than the pussies of the few girls he'd had sex with, imprisoning his dick. As Marcus moved his hips up and down, fucking so intolerably slowly, Joshua was gripped with an unstoppable animal urge, and he rose up to meet the other man's hips, thrusting in and out, unforgiving to Marcus' moans of pain and pleasure. Marcus grasped Joshua's bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it as if holding on to stop himself screaming out. "Yeah, fuck him," Harry urged, relinquishing Joshua's balls, "fuck him with that beautiful, big, hard cock. Fuck him like the whore he is." As if these words had freed him, Marcus released Joshua's lip and threw his head into the air, bellowing, "FUCK ME!" and grinding ever harder. Obeying, Joshua closed his eyes again and grunted as he forced himself deep into Marcus, and then out again, to the rhythm of Marcus' moans and shouts. Sometime amidst the mutual thrusting and moaning and grinding and fucking, Joshua heard Marcus' shouts stop, and his moans, though not cease altogether, quieten and muffle as though obstructed. Opening his eyes, he saw that Harry had moved in front of Marcus, and that Marcus was now sucking his cock as vehemently as he was fucking Joshua. The sight of Harry's glistening dick sliding in and out of Marcus' mouth sent Joshua over the edge, and he felt the familiar, yet strangely intangible, stirring in his loins; the indefinable tremors bouncing through his body, racing higher and higher in pitch, power, rocking his brain. Harry must have been pretty close to shooting his load as well, as he began to thrust his hips back and forth, calling, "Fuck. Oh fuck, Marc, I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming." Ribbons of cum ran from the corners of Marcus' mouth, running rivers down his chin, and at the same Marcus' cock slapped against his belly, sending laces of cum across his stomach. Joshua's own orgasm had reached breaking pitch, shaking his body and filling his eyes with bright white light. Unable to hold back, he felt cum rush through his raging cock and burst into Marcus' ass. It was a few moments before Joshua returned to Earth, and when he did he found Marcus collapsed on top of him, panting heavily and once again sucking on his lower lip, though this time more gently, resignedly; Harry had collapsed on an adjacent lounger. "Fuck, that was incredible," he murmured. "I bet it was," laughed Harry, "it was pretty great for me too." "Now tell me that fucking a girl is better," Marcus challenged. "Well," Joshua joked, "I don't --" he cut off, seeing the look that passed between the two other men, and he knew what was going to happen just before it did. Jumping up with surprising speed for a worn out man, Harry grabbed Joshua's arms, and Marcus similarly grabbed his legs. Lifting him from the lounger, they'd carried him closer to the glinting surface of the pool, and, ignoring his cries of protest, threw him high into the air. With a splash, Joshua plunged into the pool, down into the depths of the cool, clear water. * That night, as he made his way to his bedroom, Joshua heard soft moans issuing from a crack in the door opposite his room. Unable to resist the urge of curiosity, he crept to the door as silently as he could, and looked through the gap. The room was alight with the glow of dozens of candles, and on top of the white linen of the bed, writhing together, basking in each other's touch, lay Philip and Cole. The latter lay face down on the bed, his skin, which contrasted so perfectly with his partners, melting into the linen. Philip lay on top, thrusting as tenderly as possible in and out of him. Their moans blended and echoed in the flame-lit room. But their sex was not simply sex, not the solely pleasurable experience -- the fucking -- that Joshua had been involved in that morning with Marcus and Harry. Beauty leaked from their entwined bodies, the deep contrasts between them. Their movements were soft and gentle; their tongues barely brushing as they weaved and danced together; Cole's face turned backwards to face his lover's, his closed eyes still drinking in everything. Philip's finger carefully drew the line of Cole's jaw. Joshua could only describe this sacred act as making love, and immediately felt as though he were intruding and had to turn away to his room. Later that night, he heard the click of a closing door, and the shuffling of footsteps on the wooden floorboards outside his door, so quiet like the footsteps of an angel.