0 comments/ 5040 views/ 0 favorites Simon and Sebastian A By: JASONSHOMOEROTICA A homoerotic story written by Jason Land PROLOGUE This is a sequel to my first story, which is entitled 'Sebastian -The Male Escort', which gave an account of my education at a private school in Sheldon, New York and how, on leaving school I moved to New York city and through a variety of circumstance, found myself acting as a paid Male Escort, which turned out to be a very profitable business for me. My first story ended about three years after my arrival in New York, by which time I was a well established Male Escort and I am now on my way to a naked body building competition organised by an outfit called MuscleCock-Asia, in Taiwan. This is the story of how I came to find Simon, the love of my life and how our life together developed. I have called it Simon and Sebastian, even though I am the narrator: it simply had a better impact than Sebastian and Simon. Now read on. CHAPTER 1 By way of a quick recapitulation, and as an introduction to this tale, let me just tell you that my name is Sebastian Watson. I am 25 years old and am, by profession, what is euphemistically called a 'Male Escort'. I live and work in New York City and most of my clients are wealthy business men. For the uninitiated, a male escort is nothing more than a man who performs sexual acts on other men for money: in short I earn my living (very well, I might add as there is a big demand for my services among top business executives in New York) by administering what is called anal stimulation to my clients; anal stimulation is a circumlocution for saying that I fuck their butts. Although I am a professional copulator, I do not indulge in most of the, to my mind utterly revolting practices, common among gay men. I fuck butt, allow my own butt to be fucked, suck cock and allow my own cock to be sucked and that is about it. For some reason I have an utter revulsion to most of the other aspects of anal male sex: so I guess many other gay guys would consider me as a bit of a prude, but for myself I consider that I exercise my judgment and discrimination, which coupled with my professionalism, sets me apart from the crowd. But make no mistake about it, I really enjoy my job. I am a top flight fucker and can bring most of my partners to a huge orgasm without recourse to much more than my cock. So that is just the way it is and my clients seem to like it that way, as most of my business is repeat bookings and new clients come by word of mouth recommendation. Most of my clients are happily married men with families, but who, in spite of a satisfactory conjugal sex life with their spouses, still feel the occasional need to take another man's cock up their arse from time to time. My success as a male escort resides in the fact that I am (no false modesty here) a well set up young stud: I have a muscular physique ,which I maintain by regular visits to an upmarket gym in New York and mother nature has blessed me with a large thick penis, which is one of my key attractions. My clients just adore seeing me strip off for them: I can see them beginning to drool at the thought of what is to come as they fix their gaze upon my rock-hard ten inch cock. Whilst I have many friends and three regular non-client sex partners with whom I enjoy what I have chosen to call recreational sex, I have not, to date, found my life's partner. I still live completely alone and feel that I am missing that 'something' in life, which makes it all worthwhile. I live in hopes that one day I will, somehow, somewhere, stumble across the man to whom I feel I can truly relate: in short I dream that one day I will meet a guy with whom I can fall in love and that we two together can become what is today termed an item. CHAPTER 2 I had been at work in New York for about three years, without taking a break, other than a few brief weekends in the sun with my closest friend, Craig, at a gay resort in Florida. By way of entertainment I had taken to following a sort of fantasy blog called MuscleCock, whose editors publish a blog devoted to the competitive antics of a wide selection of very heavily muscled men with huge cocks, which brings me to the beginning of this story. I had been following the preparative bouts for a competition called the MuscleCock-Asia, which was to take place in Taipei, Taiwan. The MuscleCock competitions are open to contestants of any nationality, but given the Far East venue, the vast majority of the entrants for the Taiwan event were from East Asia. I had been attracted by the incredible physical quality of many of the competitors, who, in my mind, were the equal if not the betters of Caucasians. And so, after three years with no true vacation, I decided to shut down my escort activity for a couple of weeks and go to Taipei top see firsthand what the competition was really like in the flesh. And so I, a true blue American, who had had never been further than New Jersey booked myself a flight to Taipei and set off on a vacation for amounted to two weeks of muscle and cock watching. I had been following the build up to the MuscleCock competition for several weeks on the blog site before the competition itself actually started in Taipei and I had more or less decided on the guy I was going to support, much in the way fans support a football team, even though it is not necessarily their home town team. My favourite among those in the previews shown in the blog was a guy called Yan Cheung. He was a really handsome Asiatic, Chinese I assumed from his name, although I was not at all sure. I guess he was a light heavyweight, by which I mean he was at the lower limit of the weight scale which the competition uses to place contestants in their weight category. Suffice it to say that this young stud was picture book perfect for me. He had a magnificent physique, which avoided that knotted muscle look which so many body builders affect with a view to projecting their masculinity and aggressiveness and this was enhanced by a ten inch soft cock of beautifully balanced girth (so many of the guys seemed to go for length and forget about the balance so that their cocks look like pieces of hosepipe hanging between their legs) and beautifully cut, to boot, so that the heavily lipped head was perfect displayed in all its glory and was truly worthy of the epithet, knob. Before I got to Taipei I had never seen this guy in the flesh, but he already pushed all my buttons and just looking at still shots of him on the blog made my own cock start twitching and oozing a little precum, so you can see just how I felt about Yan Cheung. I had taken a nice hotel not far from the congress hall where the MuscleCock contest was taking place and could walk there in about five minutes. I had already seen several heats, for the competition is somewhat complicated as different weight categories perform separately and have to complete a certain number of heats before moving on to the next stage. It was not until my fourth day there that I finally saw Yan Cheung in person. And let me tell you that in the flesh he more than fulfilled my greatest expectations. He was not the most muscular guy of his category, nor did he have the biggest cock (which I had learned counted for quite a lot in the scoring of the contestants) but he was aesthetically way above all his co-competitors in my eyes. At the end of the day, Yan was placed fourth even though he had made ten impeccable cum shots, which are an obligatory part of the stage performance. These cum shots are coordinated with certain programmed classical bodybuilder poses and flexes, and the aim is for the experienced competitor to synchronise his cum shot with his flexing programme. The whole procedure totally amazed me. I really had no idea how any of the contestant managed to produce so much sperm in such a short time: it simply shot from their cocks like water from a fountain and was often targeted at one of their co-competitors, so that by the end of the round, most of the contestants on stage were dripping another guy's cream from their chests, arms and faces. It really was quite an amazing sight, of which at the end of the day I was not at all sure I approved. But who was I to judge? I was a newcomer and really had no clear idea of precisely what everyone expected. But to judge from the applause, the ability to shoot cum in quantity and at regular intervals was a key element of the 'sport', for that is the word the organisers used to describe what was happening: it was a sport! That evening, walking back to my hotel, I realised that I myself was beginning to feel quite sex starved. Remember that as a male escort, I had sex virtually every day with two and sometimes three of my clients and in the evening and at weekends, I had my friends for recreational sex. It was now well over a week since I had had any activity of any kind and I was beginning to feel withdrawal pangs, which were intensified by the fact that I had just had the pleasure of seeing my 'idol' of the contest in the flesh for the first time: the tension inside me was building up to an untenable level and I had to do something to relieve it -- but what? I suppose I could have located the gay bar district of Taipei and trawled the bars there, looking for a suitable casual pick-up for a one night stand, but as you know from my previous story, sleazy bars and the types that frequent them are just not my scene. Then I had a bright idea. It occurred to me that I had got started on my present career some three years ago, by taking a temporary job as a trainer in an upmarket New York gym, where I had not only met my now best friend Craig, but had also become a friend and regular sex partner with the owner of the gym, a terrific guy called Jonathan. And so, thinking back about how I had found my feet in New York, I thought that perhaps if I went and had a drink in the bar of a really plush hotel, I might just find some guy to whom I could relate and that perhaps we could have sex together. After all, my friends back home were always telling me what a magnet I was to other guys, so I thought if I have this magnetic gift, then I had better go out and find some iron filings, so to speak, to attract towards me! But the long and short of it was that I desperately needed sex, and as soon as possible as the withdrawal symptoms were beginning to become very serious. Just across from the congress Hall where the MuscleCock contest was being held, was the finest hotel in Taipei, the Taipei Imperial Palace, so there was my target. For the MuscleCock contest, as a spectator, I had worn just normal casual clothes, nothing extrovert or too sexy looking, but now as I was seriously on though prowl, I decided that I had better make myself look as attractive to other men as possible. I should add here that in my professional life, I usually wear a conservative business suit so that I am dressed in a way which does not offend the sensibilities of anyone I might meet on the building on the way to my assignment, which is often in my client's office. But I do nevertheless have some really sexy clothes, which make the most of my figure and particularly of my crotch, which I occasionally wear when I want to be outrageous with my friends or at a party. And just such an outfit I had brought with me, for one never knows what one might need and I wanted to be equipped to fit any occasion. So I stripped off and slipped on my very best cut thong, which I had chosen to make the most of my cock. I then pulled on a fitted shirt, which hugged my body and emphasised my pecs and completed my outfit with a pair of designer jeans which made the best of the parts I really wanted to vaunt: my arse and my cock and balls. I pulled on a clean pair of socks and a pair of light shoes and I was all set to go. I picked up my satchel, for I always carried lube and condoms wherever I went and set out for the Imperial Palace Hotel, which was but five minutes away on foot. As I entered what had to be one of the plushest bars in Taipei, I sensed that many eyes were upon me. My New York friend, Craig had told me so often, I had this magnetic quality and I was finally beginning to see what he meant. As I learned somewhat later, the bar at the Imperial Palace was reckoned to be the best upmarket gay pick-up place in the city. I walked up to the bar, slightly self consciously, and ordered a glass of champagne. As the bartender placed the glass on the counter in front of me, I turned to my right just as the guy standing beside me turned left towards me. I could not believe my eyes, for whom was I standing next to but Yan Cheung himself in person. I, of course, recognised him immediately; how could possibly not, for this guy was my idol and here I was standing right next to him; he, of course had no idea who I was; after all, how could he as we had never met. We were both about the same height and I sensed that for a moment he was sizing me up and I saw that his eyes had immediately dropped to my crotch, which as I have told you earlier I had made the focal point of my outfit that night. "A man of discernment," he said, by way of an opening remark, in perfect American English, looking at the glass of champagne on the counter, "and just looking at you, I guess that you are here for the MuscleCock?" I nodded yes. He then continued, "I'm Yan Cheung, by the way. I'm actually competing in the heavy weight section off the contest." "Sebastian Watson," I returned. "I actually knew who you were as soon as you turned towards me just now, as I saw you on stage this afternoon." I did not elaborate to tell him that I had been following him on the MuscleCock web-site as he prepared himself for the competition. I was already feeling my cock stirring in my pants, just with the with the sheer excitement of finding myself not only standing next to, but actually talking to the man who was my personal favourite in the competition. I truly had the hots on for this guy, though he did not know it! He continued, "Well in that case you have seen it all. I don't know how well you thought I did, but I somehow think that I shall be lucky if I even get a placing now that I have seen those heavy bruisers I am up against; they really are something else and I am not sure that I am even vaguely in their league and after years of training now that I am on stage for the first time in a competition. I am beginning to wonder if I am truly cut out for this so-called sport." "Oh, "I said, "I thought that you made a good effort on stage. In my eyes there is more to the game that just being the biggest and the greatest cum shooter: aesthetically. I thought and still think that you were easily the best man out there earlier today. You may not be as heavy as some of the others with their knotted, cast iron muscles and ill proportioned cocks, but you have a beautiful muscular body and, frankly, as we are talking turkey here, you have an absolutely sensational cock, with perfect balance between length and girth, which makes you very appealing." "I only wish you were right," he said, "but the way these things are scored by the judges, aesthetics do not seem to count for much: it's all about brute force, bulging muscle and cock size coupled with an ability to shoot cum until the cows come home." and he ended with a laugh. It was obvious to me by now that we were just starting what could turn into a very interesting encounter and as the ice was now clearly broken and we were becoming more relaxed with each other, I put to him question which had been on my mind since the moment he first spoke to me. "You know Yan, you speak absolutely perfect English, where one earth did you learn it?" He smiled at me and said, "You have been tricked by my face, which told you that I was Chinese, whereas I am in fact a fourth generation Chinese American from Los Angeles. So in fact, I never actually learned to speak English as a foreign language for it is my mother tongue, but as we are here in Taipei, you naturally assumed that I was a native Chinese. In fact, this is the first time I have been out of the United States and in spite of my Chinese ethnicity, I neither speak, read nor write any form of Chinese: I am just as American as you yourself clearly are and Taipei is just as foreign to me as it must also be to you." He clearly intended to go on and so I sat on a bar stool, sipped my champagne and listened to him. It is amazing how much of their private lives two strangers will divulge to each other on first meeting, presumably because they are like two ships passing in the night, blinking their lights at each other, but never destined to meet. And so he continued. "In fact, my great grandfather came over to America from somewhere in China, ask me not exactly from where, towards the end of the nineteenth century. He was one of thousands of Chinese who were recruited to work for a pittance on the rail road which was being built at that time to join the Eastern States to the West Coast. In fact according to family history, he worked on some of the worst part of the project, as the railroad crossed the mountains separating California from the centre of the country." "When this job ended, he found himself in California and eventually gravitated to what was then a small town, called Los Angeles and what is today the second city of the United States. He married a girl, from China and neither of them apparently ever learned to speak English. They earned a living by doing that very Chinese thing, which was to open a laundry, for there they could easily get by without speaking English. Together they had but one child, my grandfather who was born an American citizen in Los Angeles, which is where the family has been ever since." Yan continued with his family history, "The next generation, my grandfather, started in life by selling real estate. It was at the turn of the last century, about 1900, I guess, and Los Angeles was buzzing: it was in process of rapidly growing from a miserable cow and oil town into the vast metropolis we have today and real estate was a good business to be in. My grandfather, who spoke Chinese at home with his parents, spoke English in the street as he had attended an American school then made a fatal, but at the same time life-changing, decision; he met, fell in love with and married an English girl whose parents had emigrated the America from England some twenty years earlier." "The decision was fatal in terms of family, for the Chinese see all other ethnic groups as 'foreign devils' and at that time, to marry one was just one step too far. So the upshot was that my Chinese speaking great grandfather disowned his son on his marriage and never ever saw his new daughter." "My grandfather, who was trying to earn a living in the real estate business, as a commission agent selling land and real estate, took a major decision to move out of the Chinese community and resettle with his new wife in what I suppose must have then been a working class Anglo neighbourhood and by that simple act, severed completely all his connections with the Chinese." "But, like all Chinese he was a hard worker and gradually succeeded in building up a realtor business, which, by the time my father was born had three offices in the Los Angeles area. As his English wife spoke no Chinese, English became, perforce, the language of the household and when my father, their only child was born, he was raised speaking only English." "By the time my father was twenty years old, the real estate business had blossomed and Cheung Realty had no less than twenty offices in greater Los Angeles. My Anglo-Chinese father took over the business from his father, my grandfather, when he was about thirty and for the next thirty years worked hard at developing the business until Cheung Realty was one of the biggest real estate brokers in the Los Angeles and surrounding area with nearly fifty locations and an annual turnover of nearly 500 million dollars". Simon and Sebastian A "My father himself had married an assimilated Chinese girl, who like himself spoke no Chinese at all and I am their only child. So, when my father died five years ago, I become the sole owner of this multimillion dollar company, in which I have no interest whatsoever. So, my father in his later years appointed as chief executive, an Anglo I might add, to run and develop the business, which he did, and for that matter, still does, very effectively. In fact, in spite of my Chinese name, pretty well all my friends are of European extraction and my own understanding of Chinese culture is pretty thin. So, in me, you see a typical example of a man of clearly ethnic background whom is, in fact, a totally integrated American. I might still look Chinese, but I am just as much an all-American boy as you yourself clearly are. Come to dinner at my house and you will definitely not get chop suey!" "When I became President and outright owner of the company on my father's death, I decided to leave the then Chief Executive, a post he had held for the past few years, in charge. It is a decision which I have not regretted as the business, under his direction, has continued to grow. My CEO has the very un-Chinese name of John Smith! In many ways I feel guilty about my unearned wealth, which I have personally done absolutely nothing to earn. My parents knew from an early age that I was homosexual and neither approving nor disapproving, they accepted it and let me get on with my life as best I saw it, for which I was and still am infinitely grateful, for homosexuality sits badly with the Chinese in general." "The saddest thing of all is that I have no interest whatsoever in the business which I own and which, were I to take over and attempt to run I am sure would rapidly turn into a disaster. So, for the time being, I just sit around, take the money and try to enjoy myself as well as I can. I pay John really well so that he has every incentive to make the business grow, which he has on a year to year basis ever since he took over" "You know Sebastian, here I am aged thirty, a multimillionaire, and I really have no purpose in life. I ask myself what I am doing and why I am doing it. I took up this naked body building business about three years ago, and you can see the results of my toil and let me tell you it is jolly hard work, but after my first experiences of public competition here in Taipei, I doubt very much that I want to go on with it." "At the end of the day, what have I to show for it, other than a muscular body and a big cock, and what the hell do I do with them on a daily basis? So for the moment I am in the holding mode of going on with going on, so to speak. It's all a bit aimless and I hope that one day I will find my true vocation, whatever that might be. I am toying with the idea of selling the Cheung Realty business, for with my own sexual orientation there will be no son to whom I can pass it on. I am, in fact the end of the line: I have no brothers or sisters, nor cousins nor aunts and uncles. My only living relative is my aged mother and when she departs this life I am the last of the Cheungs, so what the hell am I keeping the business for?" My God, what an outpouring after just a few minutes acquaintance. I could see that this guy was in a tormented mental state, really at sea with himself and desperately in need of some sort of life jacket, but what? Yan then went on and asked "So what about you Sebastian how are you fairing, better than me I hope? I have the impression from seeing you here in this bar that you are very much a lone ranger in this life, or am I wrong?" I laughed and said, "You know you are really quite a perceptive guy, Yan. I am sure that you have read between the lines and realised that I came here tonight hoping that I would find a one night stand, for I have been alone now for a week what with the travel and the MuscleCock. I know no one here in Taipei and I can tell you that I am feeling sexually totally deprived. I am sure that I do not have to tell you that I am, like you, totally gay and that I need sex on a regular basis." "I have to say that until I came into this bar tonight, I had no idea that this was the top gay pick up bar in the city. I just knew it was the best hotel and on the whole I have found that top places are the best for me as I really am not a frequenter of the low-life, gay- bar fraternity. You know, Yan, you really have laid out heart on your sleeve in telling me about our background, so let me fill you in on my life to date so that you have some idea of the person to whom you have just poured out your heart." "Curiously, I am like you the last of my line, with my only relative being an aged aunt, my father's elder sister, who lives, if she is still in this world, for I have no contact at all with her, in Boston. My parents both died when I was two years old and my aunt brought me up until I was eleven when she shipped me off to a boarding school in upper New York State, where I literally spent my entire life until I was 18 years old and left school." "By the time I was seventeen, I had realised I was gay and as you can divine from looking at my crotch, as you have been doing ever since we met, I already had a good sized cock which I started to exercise on a regular basis simply by jerking off in private and then, by mutual agreement, fucking one of my class mates. Anyway, on leaving school, my aunt handed over to me what was left of my inheritance, an inheritance from my late parents, which, I might add, until that moment I had no idea existed, and I left Boston for ever and went to New York without having a clue what I was going to do there, other than find some sex partner, for I just knew that I could not live without regular sex." "Well as things turned out, I fell on my feet, and to cut a long story short, I found myself with three very good friends with all of whom I was able to satisfy my sexual needs -- and they theirs with me - I hasten to add, for it was important to me that sex was a two way affair. OK, one can have a one night stand to relieve oneself, but with one's regular friends, has got to be a give and take arrangement if both parties are to be satisfied long term." "By chance, shortly after my arrival in New York, I was able to start and build up a male escort business, which is to say that I sell sex to business men who want to have their arses fucked; it's known in the trade as 'anal stimulation'. And so I now have a very successful top level escort business, with a regular clientele, which brings me a handsome income. I'm not in your league financially, but I think of myself as being very comfortable as far as money is concerned. Until now, I had never been further than New Jersey, but as I had become interested in MuscleCock, I decided to treat myself to a long overdue vacation and come over here to the contest in Taipei, which is how I come to be here in this bar tonight." I then went on and said, "I am in a way, a bit like you, in that I have not until now found my life's partner, though I continue to live in hope. I am not, unlike you, dissatisfied with my lot in life, which I do not find aimless, but I have never found a truly permanent partner, that person with whom I felt that I could be spiritually attached. I guess I am in the same position as the average straight guy, who is looking for his life's mate." I went on, "You know, Yan, we have covered an awful lot of ground, just standing here at the bar, and we really do not know one another. At least you do not know me, but I feel I know you quite well, in the sense that I have been following your preparation for the MuscleCock on the web site for the past three months, so in a certain way I feel I have known you for quite some time." "I don't want to flatter you, but I can tell you honestly that I think you are just the most perfectly put together guy I have ever seen. I do not know what the Greek God Adonis, really looked like, but for me, you are his personification. I simply drool at the mouth and get twitching in my nether regions when I look at photo of you, let alone a face to face encounter like now in the flesh. So there you have it, call it what you will: you really are the bee's knees, the flavour of the month, the presser of my buttons. I do not care whether you win or not at the competition, for you are already the winner in my eyes: you are simply in a class of your own." "Well," said Yan, "that really was a eulogy, which I wonder if I truly deserve, but here is something that you don't know. You are right in that this bar is the top gay pick-up place in the city and you came here to try to pick up a guy for an evening of sex. Well, I have to confess that I am here for exactly the same reason. I am in fact staying in the hotel myself, but after today's performance and what happened off stage afterwards, I really need someone to give my arse a good pounding, for I am under tremendous tension which I have to release and for me the best method of release is to get someone to give my arse a good hard fuck." "I simply could not stay back stage where a large number of NBAs , which stands for Naked Bodybuilding Assistants, are standing around naked waiting to have their holes reamed by any or all of the contestants as they come off stage." "It might seem surprising to a newcomer like you to the scene, but in spite of the fact that we have all been posing and shooting cum on stage, when we are finished we are all in such a state of tension that most guys need to fuck butt just to release the tension they have built up. In my case I find that I get the greatest relaxation from being fucked rather than fucking butt myself. In fact, a day at the competition involves intensive butt fucking before we go on stage to perform and the same afterwards. What you guys in the audience see when we are on stage, is but a small part of the entire process, for believe me we all do a lot of cock work with our NBAs and trainers before we step onto the platform. By which time we are all in a state of high tension. I can tell you without exaggeration, that performing on stage, with all that comes before and follows afterwards, is fucking hard work! I can tell you when we leave the stage we are well and truly fucked, literally and metaphorically, which is why I am in my present state of tension" "But what I really cannot stand about this whole business, which I am experiencing now for the first time, is the way many of these guys, my co-competitors, pound into the NBAs back stage as if there is no tomorrow. They treat these young guys like dirt, under the motto that they, the competitors, are the kings of the universe, the all time alpha males and as such they can do anything they want to anyone. And so, I left today and came back here as soon as I had finished on stage. So what you see before you is a guy, highly tense, looking desperately for another guy to fuck his butt." "I am not much of a believer, but I would say that our chance meeting here tonight is fate: you are here looking for someone to fuck and I am here looking for someone to fuck me. It seems to me that we are an impromptu team made in heaven, so how about it?" I could not believe my ears: here was my idol, whom I never even thought I would meet in the flesh, asking me to fuck him. You can imagine what my response was and we both got up and left the bar and took the elevator to Yan's room as he called it$$$ CHAPTER 3 Well Yan's room turned out to be a huge two bedroom two bathroom suite, with a roof terrace overlooking the city. "Let's make ourselves comfortable." He said and with no more ado started stripping off his clothes. I followed suit and there we stood facing each other, stark naked. I had long admired Yan, first in photos in the MuscleCock blog and then afar on stage at the competition, but nothing prepared me for the extraordinary beauty of this young guy in such close proximity. His figure was perfect: perfect muscle tone and with a silky flawless skin. And as for his cock, well this was truly to die for: it was at least ten inches of soft flesh, but with a certain solidity about it so that it curved gently downwards from his body and ended in the most perfect head imaginable. I was totally entranced. If there had been an award for the cock of the year, then Yan's tool must surely have been it: I just could not take my eyes of it! Now I do not habitually indulge in cock sucking, but I just could not stop myself: I simply had to take his knob into my mouth and so I dropped onto my knees in front of Yan and took the head of his cock, his knob, into my mouth, where I savoured ever moment of having his flesh inside me. I then moved my mouth upwards across his belly, until I reached his pecs and nipples which I sucked with the greatest of pleasure. It was utter heaven to be be able to touch and fondle such a superb physique. Yan let me do this for a few moments then said in a somewhat plaintive voice, "Sebastian could you please service my burning need: I desperately want to feel your cock inside me. I have so much tension that if you do not help me relieve it soon, I think I shall burst." So I reached for my satchel took out a condom and my anal lube kit and made ready to service him. Yan said, "Sebastian, I guess we are both clean, by which I mean HIV negative, so if you do not mind I would like to dispense with the rubber as I much prefer flesh to flesh contact when having sex. You can forget the lube as well as I lubed myself up before going down to the bar, just in case I scored there. Could you take me with me lying flat on my back as that is my preferred position and I think that you can give me a better pounding by the frontal approach and that is truly what I want." "I want some really rough sex right now, so please do not spare me. Go straight in and really give it to me as hard as you can." Well, I was presently surprised with all these requests especially so as the frontal approach, the so-called Mission Position is my own favourite and I am HIV negative as he rightly supposed, so why not go at it without a condom? So, I simply used the lube pack which accompanies each Fukit condom, my habitual brand, to lube up my own cock. Yan was already flat on his back on a table with a cushion under his buttocks to facilitate my access and waiting for me with clear eagerness. I simply could still not believe what was happening to me, that I was being requested to fuck my idol, but there it was and fuck him I did, with all my heart and soul: I gave him the very best I was capable of. As Yan wanted a bout of rough sex, I plunged my rock-hard meat straight into his hole, without any of the normal pre-penetration gestures which I normally use to relax my partner's sphincter. I simply thrust my shaft into him until I had given him its full length and then I began the normal movements associated with all acts of copulation, but I endeavoured, as he had requested, to be as vigorous as I could. So I pumped back and forth with ever increasing amplitude and force, somewhat reminiscent of a piston on a steam engine until we both climaxed simultaneously shooting huge amounts of cum, I into him and he all over my chest and face. It was an absolutely heavenly moment for both of us, and it seemed to go on forever as we both pumped and pumped our cream in a seemingly endless stream: it was a moment I shall treasure forever. It was easily the best fuck I had ever had and I guess that I felt that way as I was fucking my dream partner. "That was incredible," said Yan, "I can see why your clients like you. That was the best fuck I can ever remember and believe me, I have had some memorable experiences in the past, but this time was just the tops." We were now lying side by side by side on the table, regaining our breath for the sheer physical effort had take its toll on both of us, when Yan suddenly said,| " Sebastian, let me give you a return match, for I am just dying to fuck you after what you have just done for me." Now this had not been on the books when we started our sex act, and I felt felt my spine tingling with apprehension at the thought of taking Yan's huge cock up my own hole: it was much the same feeling as I had had when my fried Craig had relieved me of my anal virginity during my early days in New York. But by the time I had collected my thoughts, Yan was already on top of me, forcing my legs apart and tapping at my sphincter with his rock-hard tool. I tensed, with a moment of fear, as he thrust himself into me, but the feeling soon vanished as Yan forced his meat deeper and deeper into me. I wondered if I was capable of taking twelve inches of cock up my arse but there was no problem at all as Yan bottomed out with his pelvis against my arse and started pumping. It was a totally new experience for me, as I had never been in the arms of such a superbly developed man before, which was a heavenly feeling, and I had never ever experienced the like of a twelve inch fuck-stick pounding my arse. And pound it he did, until I thought that I could stand it no longer, the tension had become so great, at which moment we again both exploded simultaneously with two gigantic orgasms, accompanied again by enormous fountains of cum. It was absolute heaven for me: I had never experienced anything like it. My own orgasm was unbelievably intense, and I think that fact that he had a huge fuck stick which enabled him to massage my prostate was the reason for that. Whatever the reason the whole experience was totally something else: I had absolutely adored it! When it was all over, Yan and I took a shower together and he let me give his cock another good sucking. Still naked, he rang for room service and ordered a dinner of steak and champagne for us. When the room waiter arrived, Yan opened the for him, with no embarrassment at all at his nakedness in front of a stranger, and the waiter, to give him his due did not bat an eyelid at seeing two muscular studs standing there naked, waiting for the dinner to be served. It had been an evening I would never forget and when I left Yan's suite to go back to my hotel, I felt a new man: I had just had a fabulous experience unlike anything I had previously experienced. "That sure was one hell of a one-off fuck," I thought to myself as I climbed into my bed. I doubted that I would ever see the like again. But fate plays strange tricks as I was to find out the following day. CHAPTER 4 Well, what did the morrow bring after my chance meeting with Yan in the bar? Today was my last day in Taipei, as even though the contest was still continuing for several more days, my flight back to New York was the next day. I went very early to the auditorium where the preliminaries were taking place and got myself a seat right on the front row. Yan and his co-competitors others were still in the intermediate heats and I had a marvellous time seeing them pose and shoot cum from a front seat. Yan saw I was there and made a slight movement of recognition but no more, but in the interval, an NBA brought me a note from Yan asking me to meet him that evening in his hotel. I really wondered what he wanted as I had made no other plans to see him again after our chance encounter last night. Anyway, along I went and Yan was delighted to see me. He had realised that I was an experience butt fucker the moment I produced my lube kit to prepare his anus and I had then told him that I ran a personal escort service in New York serving the sexual needs of a number of high level business men who required that the strictest confidentiality be maintained about their liaisons with me. My success aged only 25 had been phenomenal as I had a regular group of wealthy clients who paid top dollar - $500.- per session - to have their butts fucked by a muscular young stud with a ten inch rock hard cock. They also appreciated the pre-penetration care I took to ensure that they were well lubed and would have a really pleasant experience. I was in the happy state of having so many clients that I simply could accept no more and had a waiting list of guys who wanted to use my services. My cock generated a monthly income of around $25,000.- so that I afford a decent apartment on the upper east side and live very comfortably. Simon and Sebastian A Yan said he was always tired after a day in the competition and wanted only to come back to the hotel and have a welcoming cock waiting for him there so that he could really enjoy a calm moment of release, and to have his butt fucked in private by an experienced guy with whom he could empathise. He proposed to me that I move in with him to his hotel suite for the rest of the competition and that I serve his sexual release needs as I had done the previous night. He said that if I wanted it, he would also fuck me, but he was basically tired because of the demands on his own cock throughout the competition that what he truly wanted was someone who would give his butt a really good fuck when he came back it the evening so that he became completely relaxed and ready for the next day's activities. He told me that he doubted if any of the fans realise what hard work it was competing in such an event. Contestants were simply worn out at the end of the day due to the incessant demands made on their cocks. He appreciated that I was in fact a business man who earned his living from his cock and would pay me the going rate; He was so keen for me to accept that he said he would rearrange my flight back to New York and pay for me to be upgraded to first class. This was an offer I could not refuse and so I agreed to stay on for another week. Yan Cheung, became the only client I let know my full name, Sebastian Watson, for to all others I was simply Sebastian. And so, I moved into Yan's suite at the Imperial Hotel and once installed for the evening, and room service had brought the dinner, we both stripped naked and remained so until the following morning. The main bedroom had a king-size bed which Yan insisted I share with him. This was a first for me, for never in my life had I actually shared a bed with another man. Even with my close friends in New York, once we had finished our sexual activities on any occasion, I usually went home alone. It had also been the same when I first arrived in New York, and moved in with Craig as his flat-mate: we fucked a lot but I never shared a bed with him. However satisfied Yan was with my ministrations to his hole when we went to bed, and however much he said he wanted nothing more than for me to give his hole a good relaxing fuck, I soon discovered that he could not refrain from fucking me during the night and during the first night together, I was woken up by Yan preparing to impale my anus. This was really quite an experience and I swiftly learned that Yan became horny at the drop of a hat and could not stop himself from grabbing the first available hole to fuck: he was a true alpha, but a considerate one, which is more than could be said of many contestants, from what Yan had told me about their antics in the pump and release rooms. So, realising what was likely to happen, I took to lubing myself up before going to bed, so that Yan would be able to enter me easily and that we both would enjoy a pleasant fuck. I have to say that taking a piece of meat as thick as Yan's is really something else and the few nights I spent with him were filled with the best fucking I have every had: he really knew what he was doing. My arse really ached at the end of the week, but it was an enjoyable experience and I am glad I had it. And all this due to a chance meeting in a hotel bar. Not in my wildest dreams could I have imagined what had come as a result of that meeting. I had come to Taipei to watch a competition, but by the greatest of good luck, I had the best week of fucking in my life. But I am getting ahead of myself, as things were not yet over as you will now learn. CHAPTER 5 The day before I was due to fly back to New York, Yan decided to organise a party for the NBAs, for he had realised that they received very little recognition for their part in the contest and might themselves like to have a chance to fuck butt rather than to be perpetually raped, for that is what their job really amounted to -- letting the horny contestants rape their anuses both before and after their appearance on stage. And so he invited ten NBA's and ten contestants (I guess he had to press gang some of them into it) to a monumental fuck fest in his suite. The big difference here was that the NBAs were to fuck the contestants and not vice-versa! It was an acknowledgment by one of the leading contenders of the competition, Yan Cheung himself, that the NBAs really did exist and were not merely a row of arseholes waiting to be fucked. On the occasions that he used the facility, Yan himself drew no punches in the release room, for like all other contestants he had to release his own tensions as he came off stage, but he had realised that the hole he was fucking was attached to a live body, which also had feelings. Like my friend Craig, Yan was a highly considerate guy. He put on a champagne buffet with all the trimmings which everyone thoroughly enjoyed. We were all completely naked as befits such an occasion and after the buffet had been cleared, the contestants were obliged to bend themselves across the table and offer their anuses to the attention of the NBAs. There was bit of grumbling by some of the contestants, but eventually a line of ten sets of buttocks with legs well spread was offered to the NBA's -- a sight never seen or even envisaged until now. It was truly the ultimate multi-fuck event! There was no allocation of partners, so each NBA simply shafted the first arse he fancied and proceeded to ram it as hard as he could with his fuck stick. The tension was electric and the vigour displayed by the NBAs enormous, as they thrust their cocks as hard as they could into their partners' holes. Once they had achieved a climax, they then flipped their partner over, flat on his back on the table, pulled his legs over their shoulders and proceeded to give him a second pounding, this time in full frontal, missionary position. Yan had announced that there would be a prize of a case of champagne for the NBA who managed to hold out longest before shooting his final wad and this was won by a young and muscular guy, who withdrew a rock hard, ten inch, ramrod straight cock from his partner's arse to claim the prize. Yan then had me shaft him as our joint contribution to this massive fuck scene. I was transfixed as I looked at the winner; this young stud was everything I had ever dreamed of. He had a muscular physique and a magnificent cock, the type one dreams about but rarely sees. I moved across to him and we slipped easily into conversation. I could see that he was as interested in me as I was in him and after only a few words -- there seemed to be no point in beating about the bush - I asked him if he would like to get to know me better, a suggestion he jumped at. Yan meanwhile had noticed our mutual attraction and realising what was in the air, motioned me towards the second bedroom where we went with alacrity. It was lust at first sight and neither of us could keep our hands of the other. We got down to a session of sucking and fucking which went on for the best part of two hours. It was a meeting of two equals -- he fucked me and then I fucked him and so it went on. Where we got the strength from after all that had gone before, I do not know, but we did and we finally finished exhausted on the bed, which was covered in our cream, for we had both climaxed I do not know how many times. It was one of the best fucks of my life, comparable to my first time with the great Yan Cheung: and we did not even know one another! In our post coital bliss, he told me is name was Simon, that he was from San Francisco that he had been bumming it around the world for six months and had landed up in Taipei stone-broke. He had seen and answered an advert. for NBAs for the MuscleCock, an event he had never before heard of, but was relieved to be able to earn some cash to fund his flight back to San Francisco. Simon told me that he was totally gay and that back home he had a few buddies with whom he regularly had sex. Sex, he said, was part of his daily life and he could not live without it. He told me of some of the interesting experience he had had has he bummed from one country to another until he landed up in Taipei and had to find a job to fund his ticket back to the USA. So, for a guy like him, the MuscleCock job had been a lifesaver. I don't think I ever told him my name. I asked Simon how he coped with having his anus pounded several times daily by so much hard meat, but he said that he had readily adapted to it and managed to control his sphincter so that it was not simply ripped open by the pounding cock of the contestant he was releasing. He said that he had realised from an early age that he was gay and had gone out of his way to develop his body by regular sessions at the gym. Fortunately nature had blessed him with a magnificent cock which he was not afraid to use, but this was the first time he had hired out his anus for cash. I told him that he should try male escorting as it was a good paying business as with his equipment and good looks he would have no difficulty in pulling together a regular clientele for his services. And so we parted company: this had been the fuck of my life, a young guy called Simon from San Francisco, and we parted company after that one incredible night without even and exchange of names or addresses or 'phone numbers. I must have been out of my mind! The next day I had to fly back to New York. I don't even remember if Simon had asked me where I was from, which is strange, as Americans virtually always ask a new comer where he is from. I mentally kicked myself for my utter stupidity. I had realised that Simon was special and I had let him go off without a clue as to his full name or his whereabouts in the US. All I knew is that he was Simon from San Francisco -- nothing more! When I got back to New York with the MuscleCock still running for a few further days, I had to follow the results via the blog. Alas, as Yan Cheung had predicted he did not achieve a place in the top ten of his class, but he etill remained my hero nevertheless. Thanks to the unexpected but glorious interlude with Yan, I arrived home more than a week later than I had intended, to find more than 30 'phone messages from my clients asking when I would be back in service. I had enjoyed my holiday break and had had some very unique totally unexpected experiences, I was glad to be back to normal and thankful that I had been endowed with such a great fuck pole myself that I could earn a good living using it. I really enjoy my work and as is well known, fucking is a toy which never fails to please so I enjoy it pretty well every day. How many guys can say that they get paid for doing the thing life that they most enjoy? My only regret was that I would never see Simon again. Why had we not exchanged names, addresses or 'phone numbers, when when it was clear from the first moment that a mutual attraction existed between us? I cursed myself yet again for my stupidity, for how would I ever find again a guy in San Francisco, when the only thing I knew about him was his first name? But fate moves in a mysterious way and a totally unexpected and unbelievable sequel to this story evolved. CHAPTER 6 I had been back from my unexpectedly extended holiday visit to Taipei for about two weeks. It was late one afternoon and I had just come from servicing one of my regular clients, who had been in a really grumpy mood, as he had, apparently made a big loss on some company stocks he had bought and he compounded that with the fact that I had been away much longer than I had said and that he had missed his regular service. And so he grumbled on as I fucked him, so much so that I felt like telling him to go to hell and find another cock to service him. Anyway, this guy was a good and regular cash payer so I held my tongue but left the session feeling totally dissatisfied in myself. When I left my client, I felt really low myself, so much so that I felt the need to give my cock some more exercise with a more agreeable partner than the client I had just left. And so, feeling utterly frustrated, I went into a gay bar where I very occasionally go and where I knew from experience there were usually a few guys hanging around, looking for someone to shaft them. I was really feeling desperate for sex and it is very rare that I try to find a partner in a gay bar, which is simply not my scene. So ou can see how low and desperate I was feeling at that moment. And so I walked into the bar, which was very quiet as it was very early evening and the usual crowd had not yet shown up. I really did a double take, for there standing at the bar was Simon, that young stud whom I had met in Taipei at Yan Cheung's NBA party. I could not believe my eyes: it could not be true, but it surely was. I had an instant release of adrenalin and my cock started to harden at the sight of this young guy, with whom I had spent two glorious hours in Yan's hotel suite. Simon suddenly saw me and smiled in recognition. I smiled back at him and without saying a word to him, I walked toward the men's room, went inside and waited for what I felt certain would happen, which it did, for just seconds later Simon walked in, already unbuckling his belt. We just looked at one another and said nothing. The room was empty and we moved into a cubicle, the larger type designed for handicapped people. I simply could not wait and without a sound, I ripped down his jeans and underwear and sank my meat into his fuck-hole. It was a totally amazing impromptu fuck and I pumped him as if there was to be no tomorrow. When it was over Simon whispered: "Me now" and I let him ream my arse in his own inimitable way: this guy was a really top, top fucker. We left the bar and walked down the street together, both of us in a state of euphoria. How on earth had we found each other again as we had not even exchanged names in Taipei. I only knew him as Simon and I was not even sure that I had ever told him my name. All I knew is that here I was in my home town with a guy who had really sent me to heaven. I should tell you that I never ever invite anyone back to my apartment. My clients do not know where it is and have only an unlisted mobile number to contact me. They know me only as Seb, short for Sebastian my real first name. But this was different. Here I was with the guy of my dreams, brought together by who knows what chance and I threw caution to the winds and asked him if he wanted to come home with me and relax so that we could begin to get to know one another better. Simon accepted with alacrity and I could see that he was as taken with me as I was with him. I said to Simon that we did not even know each other's names to which he responded and said, "Well my name is Simon David Watson and I am originally from a small farming community near Stockton, in the Central Valley of California." I stopped dead in my tracks. "Are you serious" I asked. "Yes of course" came the reply. "Simon" I said, "This you will not believe, but my name is Sebastian David Watson". Not only did we apparently share the same surname, but our middle name was also the same. We were both SDW: what a totally amazing coincidence! We stopped off at a take-away pizza place and went to my apartment. Simon was visibly impressed by the style and scale of my place, which I was easily able to afford as my escort activities were very profitable. And so we sat down, ate the pizza and started to tell each other about ourselves. Simon, it transpired, was of Polish extraction and was a fourth generation American, like all of us, an immigrant. His great grandfather had emigrated from Poland at the end of the nineteenth century and found work in a steel mill in Cleveland. He was an astute character and quickly realised that Polaks, as they were called, were not highly regarded. Lumbered with one of those long Polish names involving an unpronounceable combination of szcz's and prz's he decided to anglicise his name and as his original Polish name began with the letters WA, he opted for Watson. So, as Simon laughingly added, we were certainly not related. One of his sons, Simon's grandfather, decided that factory work was not for him and moved west to California, where he worked as a farm labourer. By dint of hard work and saving he had been able to buy a small farm which had grown over the years to the ten acre truck farm on which Simon had been born. Simon was the youngest son and had twin brothers, who were stocky and dark, whilst he was tall and fair. At ten he was already taller than his thirteen year old brothers. He said he wondered sometimes if they had the same father, for they had no physical traits in common. By the time he was 14, Simon had already realised that he was basically gay and was constantly being ribbed by his brothers about the size of cock he was developing. He had no opportunity to indulge his sexual desires in the small community where he lived and at the age of 18 and still a virgin he simply left home and went to San Francisco, where he took a job as a bar tender in the gay area. Since leaving home he had never been back there and no longer had any contact with his parents. What he had lacked by way of gay sex at home was available in abundance in San Francisco and within a few months he was a highly competent operator. He was a handsome, muscular young guy with a big cock and he had no difficulty in earning money on the side, as lots of men were happy to pay him to service them. But Simon realised that his was not at all what he wanted and by the time he was in his early twenties, with a nice little stash of cash, he decided to see the world and eventually landed up, practically broke, in Taipei, where we met each other. I then told Simon about my own background which could not have been more different. I was the only son of a 'good' Boston family. I was left an orphan as the age of two when both my parents were killed in a car crash, and I gave him a quick potted history of how had come to New York and become a male escort. Simon then told me that he had quit his NBA job at the MuscleCock before the end of the competition, as he had seen two of his colleagues taken to hospital from the release room, after two contestants with exceptionally large cocks had battered their way into them. The poor guys' anal sphincters were in shreds and needed urgent surgical attention if they were ever to regain a normal anal function. Simon said the thickest cock he had released was that of young guy called Brian Stoker, the only non-Asian contestant in his category and when he came into the release room he had gravitated towards Simon as the only non-Asian NBA there. Simon said Brian had a problem when it came to fucking butt as his cock was uncut and he had a huge knob, which when hard was tightly sheathed in his foreskin, When Brain forced his cock into the release NBA's arse, his foreskin pulled back from the knob and rolled itself into an uncomfortable collar around the base of the knob, which made fucking really painful for him. But Simon said that Brian was a really nice guy and he and Simon went out to eat together later on and then back to Brain's room where they discussed his cock problems in detail. Brian knew that several commentators had told him to get his cock cut, but he had not really taken a decision, but Simon told him firmly that if he wanted to stay in the MuscleCock and similar naked bodybuilding circuits, he should bite the bullet and get it done. Simon's view was that all guys should be cut and rid of their foreskin, which he thought was a curse. Being from a catholic Polish background Simon had gone uncut until he moved to San Francisco, but after a couple of months there when he found he was fucking butt regularly, he took the plunge and had himself circumcised and said he had never regretted it: he simply felt so much cleaner. Simon and Sebastian A Simon said he really admired Brian's triple cock ring, which he said he wore all the time except when competing. He thought it pulled Brian's cock and balls together and made them into a highly attractive package and saw no good reason why competitors were not allowed to wear such cock jewellery on stage. But rules we rules and all competitors were expected to appear on stage totally naked wearing no body jewellery, other than a finger ring. I myself remembered Brain Stoker from an earlier MuscleCock blog, when the triple cock ring he was wearing caused a real stir among fans and produced a huge number of comments on the pros and cons of such cock adornment. It went unsaid, but I guess that Simon and Brian had sex together as it was clear that they had found one another empathetic. It transpired that Simon had arrived in New York , directly from Taipei, just a couple of days before we met and had installed himself in a crummy apartment hotel, until he got on his feet. As we were clearly attracted to one another - let's face it, we could not keep our hands of one another, I threw caution to the winds and suggested to Simon that he move in with me, which he did after some protest that he had no cash to pay for his share of the rent. So Simon simply moved from his hotel with what possessions he had and came to live with me. He naively asked me if he should take the second bedroom but I told him I wanted to share a bed with him, to which he agreed with alacrity. And from that day on, he and I shared a bed and became true lovers: we had become what is usually called 'an item'. Sharing a bed with Simon was the first time in my life that I had ever slept with another man, with the single exception of sharing Yan Cheung's bed in Taipei, which he had insisted upon and to which request I had acquiesced, as he was paying me for my services. But between Simon and me, it was totally different. We both had realised that we were destined for each other and for the first time in my life, I truly made love to my partner and he to me: our coupling was a true act of love between us, not just a simple fuck and the difference was quite unbelievable. We both experienced the most intense and exquisite orgasms, greater than anything which had gone before and the amazing thing was that whether Simon fucked me or I him, we both managed to climax simultaneously, so that we both enjoyed the same wonderful feeling together. Simon was the first man I ever kissed and I loved to touch his body and he mine. Our life together rapidly became the most blissful time of my entire existence and I think that Simon felt the same. So, as a result of my visit to Taipei, I had found the soul mate I had been looking for unsuccessfully for so long. The extraordinary thing was, looking back on how Simon and I came together, was that we had both realised within minutes of our first meeting that we were destined for each other. I thanked my good luck that chance had brought us back together after we had foolishly parted, ostensibly forever. The fact the he was penniless and I was comfortably off, played no role at all in our union, which sex apart, was also spiritual: we both knew that it was right for us. In a word we had fallen totally and utterly in love with each other. CHAPTER 7 Now Simon is a smart dresser, a guy who follows fashion and looking at him in the cold light of day, now that we were living together, it was clear that he was not afraid to vaunt his assets, which were considerable. He wore a pair of tight fitting jeans which emphasised a perfect bubble butt which said 'come here'. But the riveting feature of these pants was the way in which they drew emphasis to the crotch giving prominence to what was clearly an exceptional package. The day he moved into my apartment, it was only ten in the morning, but we obviously both wanted to fuck, that we dropped any semblance of formality and simply stripped naked for action. Simon had a muscular physique but this was the first time I had really taken time to observe him at close range. I had already realised what a beautiful young stud Simon was, but now that we were together, I simply gazed and gazed at him: my eyes were simply glued on him. I am not bad looking myself, but I think Simon was better. We stood for a while looking each other over, with not the slightest embarrassment, as if it was something we had been doing for years. We both had large cocks, but Simon's was particularly attractive because it jutted out horizontally from his pelvis and then made a graceful curve downwards, whereas mine simply hung downwards between my legs. His appearance was also enhanced by the fact the he had removed, as had I myself, all his body hair, so that his cock and balls were not shrouded in a lot of unattractive pubic hair. I guess that this had been a requirement of his work as an NBA at the MuscleCock contest in Taipei. I, myself, had taken to keeping my crotch area clear of hair, as I thought that my clients appreciated the clean look which it presented -- and with no false modesty, I had plenty to present. And then I saw that Simon was wearing a triple cock ring, which certainly pulled his cock and balls into one harmonious whole. He had already told me previously about his empathetic meeting at the MuscleCock with Brian Stoker, the only non-Asian competitor in his junior category, who had been suffering from post contest blues and had welcomed Simon's attention. Simon, had enthused about the triple cock ring which had become Brain's trade mark. And, as I guessed earlier, Simon told me that he and Brian had had recreational sex together, as a result of which, as a gesture of thanks, Brian had given Simon a second triple ring which he happened to have with him. Brian had even helped Simon put on the ring, showing him how to pull his cock through the upper ring and push his balls one by one through the lower segment. Simon said that he had found the ring so comfortable that he had never since taken it off. Now, I had never been much into cock jewellery, myself, but I have to say that I could understand why Simon had kept the ring on: it really made a superb unique combination of his cock and balls, which now took on the appearance of one magnificent piece of kit. In front of me stood a gorgeous young stud, looking like my idea of a Grecian god, with a cock to die for. I dropped to my knees and took the magnificent knob of his cannon into my mouth. He started to harden immediately and within seconds was giving me a gentle but insistently rhythmic face fuck, which ended in an explosive cum shot, all of which I took in my mouth. I was in absolute heaven! I stood up, grabbed Simon by the shoulders, forced him with his back down against the kitchen table, pulled his legs over my shoulders and with one quick smooth stroke thrust my own shaft into his anus. Gone was any thought of lubrication. I simply wanted to fuck him as hard as I could. He moaned with pleasure and pain as I pumped him hard and when I came and filled his hole with my cum: it just was for me the greatest orgasm I had ever had -- better than my nights with Yan Cheung and it was at that moment that I realised that Simon was the guy for me and that I could not let him go: I just knew we had to stay together -- we were just meant to be. Simon then grabbed me and forced me face down on to the table and proceeded to give my butt the greatest hammering I had ever had. When he finally came and filled me with his creamy cum, I simultaneously had a massive orgasm myself and sprayed another load of cum over the table. What a morning it was: it may not have been a MuscleCock heat, but believe me, it came pretty close. We sat around for a while, took a joint shower where we each washed the others cock and balls, dressed and went out to grab some lunch after which I had to go off and service one of my clients, a job which was a total anticlimax after our morning's activities! CHAPTER 8 That evening, was was really the first occasion when Simon and I were able to sit and talk, without wanting to rip each other's clothes off and fuck. I learned that Simon had given up his place in San Francisco a year ago when he started on his world trip but that he had packed his entire extensive wardrobe into two large boxes which he had put in store awaiting his return. So, as we were now living together, I told him to get his stuff shipped to my place so that he at least had a number of changes of clothes. Everything arrived within five days, five blissful days which Simon and I spent together, largely naked, fucking and sucking each other. I guess it was as near as two guys can get to experiencing what a newly married couple experience on their honeymoon. The only time we were apart was when I had to go and service my regular clients, otherwise we were inseparable. By the end of the first week, we were both totally hooked on each other and as I said earlier, we shared a bed and became true lovers. Simon and I had a very special relationship, right from the start, for there was no feeling that one of us was the 'husband' and the other the 'wife', as is so often the case with gay couples: there was no top and bottom relationship between us. We were both virile young studs, who took great pleasure in having sex with each other on an equal basis and in this respects I think we were fairly unique. Neither of us affected any feminine traits whatsoever. We both looked and acted as what we in fact were: a couple of well set up young men who took great pleasure in fucking each other. But as we both rapidly realised we were the mutual love of our lives: we simply had found each other by accident, but it was a union made in heaven: we were sublimely happy together from the very first day. Looking back on things, as I said earlier, I guess I knew from the moment I first met Simon at Yan Cheung's party in Taipei, that he was the man for me and I cannot believe how stupid I had been to allow myself to separate from him without even exchanging names. I still thanked my lucky stars for the extraordinary turn of fate had brought us together in that bar in New York and I think that we both realised how very lucky we were to have found each other. CHAPTER 9 Simon had landed in New York without the faintest idea of what he was going to do there. He had to earn a living and quick as his funds were rapidly running out. He also wanted to be able to contribute towards the cost of the apartment, though this was not a point which preoccupied me, for I was just glad to have him there. The only clear point was that it was his exceptional cock which was going to provide his bread and butter, but just how he was going to exploit this superb asset, he had no idea. He had no problems at all at the thought of using his cock for 'commercial' purposes: the only question was how. But, in the words of a character called Baldrick, who figured in a well known British TV series, 'I had a cunning plan!" The great difference between my plan and that of this mythical character on TV, was that mine had a good chance of succeeding, whereas his never did! I explained to Simon how my present escort business worked. I had a stable and regular clientele from whom I generated my sizeable income, but I could take on no more clients, as I was already overbooked with those that I had. Additionally, I had short list of potential clients whom I had been obliged to refuse, as I did not have any spare capacity: even though I enjoyed my job, it was more than I could do to fuck morning, noon and night: I was in the happy state of being at full capacity! . And so we formulated a plan to introduce Simon into the high level discrete male escort service I had hitherto run alone. For my next business appointment I took Simon along with me and introduced him to my client as a potential alternative to myself: to add some spice into the client's life, was the way I phrased it: I can tell you that one look at Simon naked was enough. He just exuded sex and my client jumped at the chance to have a new and massive cock, wielded by a muscular young stud, up his arse. As the saying goes, 'variety is the spice of life" and so it proved to be for Simon and me. We gave the client a double dose of sex on this occasion, Simon fucked him whilst I sucked him and then Simon sucked him whilst I fucked him. The client was in absolute heaven, so much so that he slipped us an extra $250 above my usual $500 fee. And so, over a period of a few weeks, I was able to introduce Simon to most of my clients, many of whom were happy to take him as a substitute for me if the need arose. In fact, I had a sneaking suspicion that several of them preferred him to me -- but down, down, down jealousy! Having got Simon into the general flow of my male escort business, I then started to contact a number of potential clients on my waiting list with the aim of pulling them into the regular flow of business, This was quite successful, but we still needed more clients to keep the two of us fully occupied as professional fuckers, for let's face it, that it what we were, when Simon came up with a brilliant idea. He suggested that we create a web site, entitled S and S Male Escorts and that along with the normal sales blurb, we publish a photo of ourselves together completely naked so that potential clients could see what they might get for their money. Two young studs with perfect muscles and above all, big cocks were the key to it all. It is often said that size does not matter, a phrase usually used in connection with male-female sex. Well, let me tell you that when it comes to providing anal stipulation to well heeled businessmen, a good big'n beats a good little'n into the ground every time! When guys like Simon and I strip off in front of our clients, the large size of each of our cocks is a definite advantage. We just look so much better with our large cocks than the average guy with his normal sized tool. Our clients really feel that they are getting something special -- which they are, by the way -- for their money. Simon said that he thought that the title Male Escorts was actually very mealy mouthed even though he had suggested it and he wondered, albeit jokingly aloud, why we did not simply say S and S Rent-a-Fuck, for that is actually what we did, or why not S and S Rent-a-Cock. But in the end we both realised that the entire world knew exactly what a Male Escort Agency offered by way of services and so we stuck with that. I showed Simon who had never heard of MuscleCock before his NBA job, the MuscleCock blog site and told him that I myself was not really into overdeveloped muscle and cock which were the credos of the blog, but that there were some stunning examples of guys who never made the headlines, who were not even placed in the contests, but who, to my mind had really superb bodies and cocks. In fact, the MuscelCock blog site had some of the finest shots of guys with superb bodies and cocks to match, many of whom were breathtakingly stunning. I showed him my very favourite shot, the one of Portuguese de Sousa brothers, whom I thought were absolutely perfect examples of male physique: certainly not the most muscular, but surely aesthetically among the most perfect specimens of young manhood, at least in my eyes.. Simon look at the shot I showed him, of the two brother posing face to face with their cocks hard and their knobs glistening and said, "'that is the pose you and I should strike to put on our web-site. You know, together we are not at all unlike these two guys and although they are somewhat more muscular than we are at the moment, I could see us equalling them after a few months work in the gym." This sounded like a brilliant idea, so along to a professional photographic studio specialising in photographing nude men, we went. We imitated as nearly as possible the de Sousa brothers' pose and hoped that it would prove a good piece of publicity for our newly established web-site. Simon came up with a surprise before we went to be photographed. He turned up with a triple cock ring, which he insisted I try on. "I know" he said, "that you think that this is not your thing, but please try it on. You might feel differently once you see yourself wearing it" And so, I did, with Simon's help, put the ring on and my goodness, what a difference it made to the appearance of my cock. As I told you earlier my shaft, when soft, hung straight down between my legs like that of so many guys, unlike Simon's which had a graceful arching downward curve, which made it just so super-attractive to the viewer. Well, the ring gave me the lift which I had never had before and my cock, when soft, looked twice as good as before. "You see," said Simon, "You never know until you try and don't you find it comfortable, the way the ring holds your balls tight to your body? Sebastian, you look absolutely stunning." As I mentioned earlier, I had always had by body waxed to remove all body hair and now, with the ring on, every last detail of my equipment was brought into sharp focus: I hate to say it , but I loved it immediately and have worn it ever since. "But" I said to Simon, "this far but no farther. Please don't tell me that we should get our knobs pierced and a PA ring fitted -- no, no, no!" Simon just laughed. For our photo-shot, we each sported a rigid hard cock, sticking ramrod straight out from our pelvises, facing each other with our cocks almost touching, in as near an imitation of the de Souza brothers ground breaking pose as we could muster. We were both well bronzed all over and we decided for the shot to have our bodies oiled in the way that bodybuilders often do when they pose at contests. Looking at Simon before the shot, I thought that he looked utterly superb and hoped that I myself matched up to him. The studio photographer took several different shots, on one of which turned out to be a triumph, with the result was that within a few days of our web site going on-line, we were deluged with calls for our services, so much so that we never looked back: quality always sells is the lesson to be learned here. I have to say, that I did think that there could be no other two- man escort team that equalled us and the proof was that within a couple of weeks of our photo going on-line, we were fully booked: we could accept no more clients.. Within six months of teaming up with Simon we had more than doubled my previous business. Simon could not believe how easy it was to earn money with his cock, but he certainly liked to spend it. We had the same photo-shop make us a blow up of the de Souza brothers unique pose, which we had framed and hung on the wall of our bedroom as an inspiration to us both,. CHAPTER 10 I should tell you something about the living arrangements that Simon and I came to in my really quite spacious apartment. It had two good sized bedrooms, a large living room giving on to a sunny but totally secluded and un-overlooked terrace and a large kitchen. I had a regular cleaner, a young gay guy, who came in twice a week and kept the place spick and span. If I was there, he gave often gave me longing looks, but that was as far as it got. He was, in fact the only guy apart from Simon and my oldest and dearest friend, Craig, who had ever been in my apartment. As I said earlier, I had always kept my business completely separate from my personal life and my clients had only my mobile 'phone number and an Email address. None of them knew my full name or where I lived: I was just Sebastian to them. For recreational sex, which I needed over and above my professional fucking, it was usually with with my three close friends or, very occasionally with the odd guy I had got to know from a gay bar, places which I only very rarely frequented. But it was luck that I did occasionally frequent such places for that was how I had found Simon again. I often asked myself how things would have been that day, if I had decided not to go into that particular bar, which I only did because I felt pissed off with my client that day and needed some relief myself: my goodness, I might never have found Simon again and I would have missed the man who had become the love of my life. Simon and Sebastian A My three close friends, Craig, Mike and Jonathan, realised that I had, in Simon, found the love of my life and all three were happy for us, even though it would clearly mean a change in the our relationships. In many ways, I think they were probably envious that I had finally found Simon and that we had become an item and they each wished that they too could find their life's partner. What is worth commenting on is that when the four of us were an inseparable group, not one of us had seen any of the others as his life's partner: we were friends, indeed very close friends, but that was as far as it had ever gone. Although my sex life was now concentrated on Simon and his on me, neither of us was averse to having sex with other guys and so I introduced Simon to my three best friends and from that moment onwards, the five of us had a firm relationship and all five of us truly enjoyed fucking each other. What was great in our relationship was that all five of us enjoyed fucking as much as being fucked, which made for a very varied sex life for all of us and although I just adored Simon, it was nice to know that I had three other anuses which I could shaft. Simon coyly asked me the first day if he should take the second bedroom, to which idea I gave a big laugh. I wanted him in my bed, as much as he wanted me in his and that was that: we shared my king size bed from day one together. One of the great joys of having a live-in lover is that you can sleep together in the knowledge that you are at home. One of my favourite sleeping positions was to fall asleep with my hard shaft inside Simon: it really made us feel as one. He did the same for me, for as I said, we were totally equal in our sexual behaviour. Once Simon and I had become an item, other than my three old friends whom I could not abandon, I dropped all external recreational sex: Simon was enough for me and I for him. I did not believe in having sex in discomfort, for let us face it what we guys do to each other, apart from a face fuck or a blow job, is not really of easy access. Simon knew that I liked to fuck him lying on his back, with his legs over my shoulders, whereas he much preferred a rear entry for his dick. The great joy of having a true lover is that you both do everything possible to please the other. So, I decided that the second bedroom would become our 'playroom' and had a specially padded table made for our 'games'. The table was flat and of a height so that when I stood with Simon's legs over my shoulders, my cock lined up exactly with his anus and I could pound his hole from a comfortable standing position. As an added refinement, I had the end of the table made adjustable so that I could achieve a perfect alignment between Simon's arsehole and my cock. At the other end of the table was attached a padded board descending at an angle such that when I leaned against it over on to the table to offer Simon my anus, my cock and balls slipped through a hole I had had made in the board and I could spread my legs to give Simon easy access to his target. With my jewels out of the way and my arse well supported, Simon could bang away as hard as he wanted without crushing my balls against the table - and boy, Simon really enjoyed a hard fuck. So this piece of equipment was made to measure for the two of us and for no one else. Although our first encounters had been without any prior preparation -- we just wanted to fuck each other and could not hold back - I told Simon of the importance of correct lubrication. I had kept a supply of one shot tubes of lube each fitted with an injection nozzle (I bought them by the gross from a wholesaler) and showed him how I always prepped each client's anus before entering him as this made for a really comfortable fuck. It was that same with us. We always lubed ourselves up before any session and Simon who had never before seen such pre-fuck care quickly realised that arse fucking could be a much pleasanter process than most people thought. And so it was that Simon and I indulged our recreational sex activities. We really were very normal and neither of us felt the need to indulge in the vertiginously energetic gymnastic-like fuck positions so often encountered on internet male sex sites. Even when I had just come back from a client, I was always in need of more sex as soon as I walked into the apartment. Fucking Simon on our table always gave me an orgasm way more intense than any I ever had with a client. Simon said he felt exactly the same. So, whoever was home first after leaving his client automatically stripped naked and lubed himself up in readiness to please his partner. As Simon said, with considerable personal experience gained at the MuscleCock contest in Taipei, it was exactly the same as the release room there: contestants came off stage where they had been cum shooting but still needed to fuck butt, to release the tensions which had built up in their bodies. We came back from servicing our client but still needed to fuck butt again as soon as we were together. One of us served as a release agent for the other, As you can probably see, Simon and I had quickly developed a very agreeable way of life together. So what next? CHAPTER 11 Both Simon and I had frequented various gyms to keep ourselves trim and toned up. Now we were together, we both went together to Jonathan's Gym, where I had first met Craig, the architect of all my success to date. We worked out for about three hours three mornings a week and I can tell you that in the showers, we got a lot of envious looks and not a few propositions, as few guys had such magnificent fucking kit as we had and our triple cock rings also attracted a lot of attention. Following the MuscleCock blog as we did on a regular basis, we realised that ideally we too would like to work out totally naked, throwing aside all inhibitions. But the local gym, run by my friend Jonathan, would have none of it. Then a miracle happened. In a gay magazine we saw that Big Mac, one of the leading mandatory naked gyms much used by MuscleCock contestants, was opening a branch just across town from us. We went straight over there and signed up virtually as its first clients. How right we were not to hesitate, for within two weeks the place was fully booked all day and night. Exercising stark naked as we now were, we decided that we would go the whole hog and in our own little way adopt MuscleCock naked life style in as far as we could. Jonathan was sad to see us leave his gym, but remained, as ever, a permanent friend and sex partner of the four of us, Simon, myself, Craig and Mike. I could not have abandoned Jonathan who had been such a good friend and sex partner for such a long time, and I was relieved that he understood why we wanted to move to neither gym. Jonathan, although very broad minded, just did not want his own gym classed as a naked body building establishment, but he equally well understood why Simon and I wanted to train naked.. So, at the end of the day, our move to Big Mac's new place did not cause a breakdown in our friendship with Jonathan. My apartment was big and had no windows overlooked and so, as we had now started training naked, when we were at home we stripped off and remained naked. I can remember my cleaner's face the first time he walked in on us. There we were eating breakfast in the buff. He did a double take, said nothing and got on with is work. As we moved around he kept giving us envious glances. At the drop of a hat he would surely have enjoyed a quick fuck with either or both of us but neither of us encouraged him and he left the apartment in a pre-cum state as the wet spots on the crotch of his pants testified. CHAPTER 12 Perhaps I should tell you here about the wardrobe which Simon had had delivered from San Francisco. Simon was a fashionable dresser and had endless pants and shirts. He had no suit as such and wore a series of loose fitting casual jackets in which he looked absolutely great. Simon was the sort of guy who looked good in anything, but he really knew how to show off his figure and especially his crown jewels. He habitually wore only three items of clothing: a shirt, a cock thong and a tight fitting pair of pants. He told me that he bought his thongs from only one supplier whose designs were such as to give maximum support to any well equipped guy. All his pants were also from only one maker, an outfit called Huggers, who branded their form fitting pants YMCA Huggers. Yes, it is those same initials, but as Simon explained it had nothing to do with the YMCA organisations. Here they stood for Young Men's Cock and Arse Huggers. And that is exactly what these pants did. They moulded themselves around a guy's arse and fuck equipment and left little to the imagination. Simon looked absolutely terrific in his Huggers, for the thong he wore had no back, so that his pants moulded themselves smoothly to his arse, which became an inviting dream to all who viewed it, with no ugly elastic lines to spoil the profile. Simon said he really liked these pants and did not feel at all embarrassed to wear them. His view was that he had it all, so why not show it off. People might stare, but were really full of admiration, tinged with a little envy, for his daring. As he also said, if you wanted to pick up a guy, these were the things to wear. I wondered how I could wean Simon away from such openly gay clothing on the one hand, but I really like the way he looked when we went out together: he was sex personified. But he understood that in our professional life, discretion was the key word: we could not embarrass our clients most of whom were respectable business men and so we both wore very conventional modest suits when visiting clients. Now, both Simon and I were pretty well set up muscular guys but watching the MuscleCock events, we had both realised that without attempting to become event competitors, we could both easily take a bit more muscle weight and cock length, without overdeveloping our bodies. Antonio, the manager of the new gym we had joined, had trained under Big Mac, a guy called Steven McEvoy. Antonio was always totally naked in the gym, and had a real mean figure and massive dick. He told us that before joining Big Mac's he had worked as an assistant at MuscleCock events. He was enthusiastic about giving us training tips and especially stressed the importance of professional cock trainer to help develop our shafts. He explained that cock training, which appeared to be superficially like fucking, in that the trainee pushed his fuck pole up the trainers arse, was, I fact a much more rigorous and disciplined act and required intense concentration on the part of the trainee. The trainee had to learn to be able to pound the trainer's hole and maintain this for at least 30 minutes before cumming, whilst at the same time performing certain muscle building exercises. According to Antonio, it was, however, the only way to increase penis (his word) size without recourse to enhancement chemicals, with all their attendant risks. Then the second miracle happened. Big Mac decided to commission one of the MuscleCock leading cock trainers, a guy named Carlos Santana, to spend a month at his new gym in New York and give a series of Master Classes in the art of cock training. Carlos regularly rented his fuck hole out to four or five contestants at any IFNB event to help them with their cock problems and was one of the best pros in the business. As Antonio said to us, "What Carlos does not know about cock training isn't worth knowing." We were euphoric and promptly signed up for a series of lessons from this master trainer. And what an eye-opener it was. The first thing we learned was that an easy and comfortable well lubed fuck was an absolute no, no as far as cock training and size development was concerned. On the contrary, the trainee's cock had to penetrate the trainer's anus firmly and once inside the trainer gripped his trainee's cock with his sphincter as firmly as he could to ensure that the trainee's pumping was subject to as much friction as possible. It was the friction inside the rectum and the tight grip of the trainer's sphincter, which, together, helped the cock to grow. We had numerous lessons from Carlos, benefitting from his highly trained hole and by the end of the month we could both pound for one full hour maintaining our cocks totally rigid and controlling our climax to produce a controlled cum shot. In the space of one month, both of us had gained a half an inch in the circumference on our dicks and the same in length. We were sorry to see Carlos leave, but armed with the knowledge he had given us, we continued in the gym with muscle building exercises carried out simultaneously with cock training as he had shown us. As there were no professional cock trainers available, Simon and I used each other's holes to train our dicks when in the gym. This we followed by intensive cock training sessions in our games room at home so that over the course of six brief months, we had both put on 20 pounds of muscle and could each raise a 12 inch hard fuck-stick: it might well not be what was considered competition length, but our clients were more than satisfied. As I said earlier, there is a school of thought that says length is not important, but they are wrong. When it comes to anal intercourse, length and girth are very important for it is they which give the client the satisfaction of a great fuck, which was always our aim. Anyway, we were both euphoric with the results of our training as we had achieved our goal in record time. Our future aim in the gym was to maintain the physiques we had now built up but to go no further. It was my view that our clients appreciated muscle when it came to having their holes reamed, but did not want to be fcked by a muscke freak. And So, Simon and I took a conscious decision to go nofirther with our development but to maintain what we had achieved, which seemed to be the perfect combination of muscle and cock for our business, We had the photo-shop take a new shot of us in what we had come to call the 'de Souza Pose' and put it on our web site alongside our first shot, labelling them ' before and after'. We were again inundated with demands from potential clients, most of whom we had to refuse, as we were fully occupied in tending to the need of our existing 'flock'. Our present clients were amazed how quickly we had developed our bodies and cocks, which were now, by any standards, truly exceptional. No escort agency could compete with us, of that, I was sure. For Christmas, we had a series of shots of ourselves taken and put together on a Christmas card, which we distributed very discreetly by hand to our clients. At the end of the day, Simon and I looked just like two brothers -- a remarkable achievement. Satisfied with our year's efforts, went off together for two weeks holiday in the sun at an all male nude venue on a small Caribbean island. Craig and Mike went with us, but not Jonathan, who could not leave his gym. It was a heaven sent break: we fucked, sucked and swam together and had some congenial recreational sex with some of the other guys we met who were also vacationing there. We came back to New York after Christmas beautifully bronzed from head to toe, ready to start the New Year. CHAPTER 13 So, where were we to go from here? Our escort business was thriving and we had each other for recreational sex, in which we indulged daily and with the same pleasure as in that first meeting in Yan Cheung's hotel suite. As I have often said, fucking is a toy which never fails to please and Simon and I were the living proof of this maxim. Well, as you might imagine, our story is not yet over and events again took a totally unexpected turn. In the New Year, we kept up our sessions at Big Mac's gym, where we had made a number of good friends, both gay and straight and with whom we often has recreational sex in the showers after training. Antonio kept a clean house and provided free condoms and lube in the showers, as he felt it his job to protect his clients from the HIV virus. It is never possible to be 100% certain that your place is HIV free, for it is impossible to control all your clients all the time and who knows what one chance encounter with an outsider might bring. I should perhaps tell you that Simon and I always fucked each other bare back as it were but that we religiously used condoms in relations with all our clients. I had to look around the suppliers for rubbers long enough to enclose our new supersized fuck poles but I eventually found a brand which were fifteen inches long! One asks oneself who are these guys who sport such mega-dicks, but evidently they do exist. The other thing we noticed was that many of the straight guys at the gym, quite liked to take our cocks up their arses, for like the MuscleCock competitors, they enjoyed a dose of anal stimulation in addition to regular male-female sex. When we went out in the evenings, we always both carried packets of the recently introduced Fukit condoms, two rubbers per pack with sachets of lubricant and very convenient for that chance sexual encounter, which we all have from time to time. At the end of the day, both Simon and I were just human beings, with the same sex urge as other men and both of us occasionally found ourselves in a situation where we simply could not restrain ourselves. And so we both had the occasional one-off fuck with some guy whom we had found just too tempting to turn down. But such little one-off sexual peccadilloes in no way impinged on the relationship Simon and I shared, which was as solid as a rock: jealousy was a feeling which did not exist between us. And so our life went happily on until early in February when we had both been serving one of our regular clients together when something totally unexpected happened. We were just about to leave Mr. Newman, a private merchant banker, who had been one of my first clients several years ago, when he asked us to sit down as he had a request to make. Until now, neither of us knew anything about the private life of Mr. Newman, other than the fact that he was a super-rich private banker, sole owner of his own bank, Newman Acceptances. He was, he told us, a widower whose wife had died of a totally unexpected stroke at the early age of 36 leaving him with a young son, Christopher, aged five. Mr Newman had never remarried and Christopher had been cared for by a live-in nanny until he was eleven years old, when his father had sent him off to an expensive boarding school for boys located in Vermont. Christopher was now 18 years old, a keen gymnast and by all accounts a well built lad and had just left school. He wanted to take a year's break before going to college. But Mr Newman had divined that all was not well with his son, who was very timid and had few friends and showed little or no interest in girls. As you can imagine it is very difficult for a father to discuss his son's sexuality with him, but Christopher was clearly so unhappy that he eventually admitted to his father that he knew he was gay. Now Mr Newman, even though he used our services was not himself gay: like many men he just liked some regular anal stimulation. However he was a very broadminded man and sensibly realised that he could not change his son's orientation and decided to do his best to see how he could help his son organise his life for the best. Christopher's root problem was that he was unbelievably shy. Even as an excellent gymnast at school in contact with other boys of his age, he could never enter into the sexual tomfoolery into which so many lads in their late teens become involved. Finally Mr Newman got it out of his son that he had no sexual experience himself whatsoever: as a well set up young man of 18 he was still a virgin and a very timorous one at that.