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Remember I told you about my weekend with Rashid? Well, it seems Nigel had a good night out as well at the start of the weekend, so we met up for a drink last night so we could compare notes.

It was about eight o'clock when the door bell rang and I sauntered out, beer bottle in hand, and opened it for him to come in. As he came through the door I handed him the bottle and nodded toward my living room. He gave me a big grin, then wiggled his hips like a porn star and shuffled into the living room and over to the sofa.

"So... Nige," I said, "what gives?"

"Same to you Phil, what gives?" he replied, "Get your end away did ya?"

"Fuckin' right I did, and you?"

He nodded, then sat back, took a big swig from the bottle, then spread his legs out wide and made a big show of scratching his balls through his jeans. That made me smile. Never one to be backwards about coming forward is Nige.

"So, Nige, spill the beans then, what happened to you in the pub? Last I saw of you, you were ducking through the crowd when you went off to find the Gents. What happened after that?"

"Oh, you'll never believe what 'appened then," said Nigel, "I didn't believe it meself at first, an' it's taken all week for it all to sink in."

"Well, go on then, what happened? I want to know all the gory details remember, and when you hear about my weekend you just won't believe it either," I said.

Nigel cleared his throat, took another swig from the bottle, and started telling me all about the two birds he found in the men's loo, and how they'd wanked him off, then invited him to go with them for a threesome at a flat up in Camden one of the birds owned.

I was impressed, it sounded like a dream come true. One bloke, two fit women, and plenty of booze to get everything running smoothly. Then he started explaining about how one of the girls was really a bloke, and how he'd ended up fucking both of them during the night.

My eyes were getting bigger all the time as he went through the story of how they all ended up fucking and being fucked, including him getting fucked by the bloke. He didn't know it then, but my prick started getting a bit hard when he started describing in intimate detail how Sam had fucked him twice. My senses became more sharp as Nige wittered on in his own London way, about, "how 'eed bin wanked, fucked, an' sucked off all night", by his sexy new friends.

I tried to keep my cool as he continued to go into really fine detail about how sexed up he was when he found himself being fucked in the arse by a bloke with big tits and long blonde hair. A gorgeous blonde who looked and sounded for all the world like a beautiful woman;

"Till she speared me on 'er shagging stick!" he said.

"Go on," I said, "anything else? You said she shagged you twice, is that right?"

"Oh yes, she certainly did!" he said, "The first time I was on me back with me legs up in the air, but the second time was just after I'd finished fuckin' Bryony, and that time Sam fucked me while I was lyin' on me stomach."

"Which did you prefer, from in front or behind?" I asked, genuinely interested in what he thought of the whole experience.

"Hard to tell," he said, "the first time it hurt a bit, but I could look up and see those big tits bouncin' in front of me eyes as her prick pounded me fundament. The second time it didn't hurt, but I couldn't watch 'er face an' her tits. What I could feel instead was a big pair of bollocks bashin' me old Biffin's Bridge when she was thrustin' her big bratwurst into me arse."

"What's your Biffin's Bridge?" I asked. I hadn't heard that expression before, so I was a bit intrigued by it.

"It's another name for yer perin'...yer per...pernee...um yer pern-ee-um. You know, it's the bit of skin behind your bollocks and in front of your arse'ole."

"Oh, you mean the perineum!" I said, "You were nearly there, and you're right it is the bit of you that's between your scrotum and your arse."

"Yea," he said, as he lifted up his arse and pointed to the area on the outside of his jeans, "it's the bit you sit on if you're on a bicycle saddle, an' if you wank yourself till you cum you can feel the muscles there spasming when you shoots yer load."

"That's right, it's where the muscle is that sits round your piss tube, your urethra, and squeezes when you cum so that you can shoot your sperms out of the end of your knob." I said.

"Yea, well there anyway, an' it was good, but I think I'd have preferred to be fucked facin' up to 'er again so's I could play with 'er tits an' look at 'er pretty face, with all that blonde 'air round it."

'Okay!' I thought, 'so now we know you like to take it on your back rather than rug munching.'

I got us out a couple more beers and Nigel's tongue got looser and looser. His descriptions of what happened got longer, and more detailed with every telling. It seemed that he was trying to relive the experience as he told it because a wistful look came into his eyes as time went on.

I could see that we were getting low on beers, so I broke out the whiskey. After that it wasn't long before Nigel was quite pissed, and so was I. Nigel was starting to slur his words a bit, and I started finding everything a bit funny, so that I sometimes giggled like a girl.

Then it was my turn to describe my weekend with Rash, and as I tried to remember and tell it as it had happened, I could see Nigel's eyes getting wider and wider. He seemed quite shocked that I, Phil, had turned from straight as a die master girl fucker, to being a, 'bent as a nine bob note', bloke sucker and fucker.

"I don't know about you," I said as I reached the end of my story, "but I've got a raging hard-on just thinking about it, and when I remember all the things Rash taught me about gay sex, I just want to wank and suck and fuck till I slide off into oblivion."

He looked at me then, then looked down at his own jeans, where a huge bulge was poking upwards.

"Reckon as 'ow I am too!" he said, "There's no-one else 'ere, so why don't we just 'ave a nice wank to finish off the night?"

With that he pulled his jumper and T shirt off over his head, then staggered to his feet, and drunkenly pulled his jeans and underpants down to his ankles. After that he kicked with both feet till his trousers, pants and shoes came off, to lay in a heap on the floor. With this feat accomplished he then flopped back onto the sofa bollock naked and started to stroke his knob.

I was drunk, but seeing Nigel's big prick standing proud, and with memories of Rash filling my head, I followed suit and got rid of all my clothes then sat down next to Nigel to wank myself and watch him doing the same.

"Cor, you've got a big 'un!" he said when he saw my knob.

"You're not so bad yourself," I said, admiring his thick cock, as he lovingly stroked it with long slow pulls of his big hairy fist.

"I tell you what," said Nigel, "I'll wank yours if you'll wank mine. It feels better that way, 'avin' someone else pullin' your plonker, rather than doin' it yourself."

I thought so too, so we swapped hands, and I stroked him with long slow strokes while he did the same to me.

"Ever heard of frotting?" I said, after about a couple of minutes of mutual masturbating.

"No, wha's that then?" he slurred.

"It's where we either sit facing each other, or stand facing each other, and then one of us grabs both pricks with one hand, and wanks 'em together." I said.

"I 'aven't tried that," said Nige, "but it sounds like it could be fun. Why don't we try it?"

So we did.

I stood up on my rather shaky pins, then helped Nigel up, and once he was upright I got him to move round the back of the sofa, so that he could lean back against it a bit. With him safely holding on to the sofa to stop himself from falling over I moved in close to stand facing him, then grabbed his cock and mine and started wanking us both.

It was really nice being like this. The alcohol was swimming round in my head, and I was getting light-headed from the sensations of having Nige's big cock pressing on the side of mine as I pulled us both at the same time.

"Coar, Phil," said Nige, "tha's really really nice. I've never 'ad me todge wanked like that before. Sam didn't do anythin' like it, and nor did Bryony."

"Well that's not surprising!" I said, "You told me Bryony's a girl, so she couldn't have done it anyway, it's a bloke thing, a gay bloke thing I think, and from what you told me Sam's more of a bi than a full gay."

"S'pose so," said Nigel, "but I'm surprised she didn't know about this. What was it you called it again?"

"Frotting!" I said, and pulled a bit harder and faster to shut him up.

By now we were both feeling pretty sexed up, and Nigel leaned forward to start kissing me on the neck, and then he started playing with one of my nipples with his fingers. I didn't realise quite how quickly it would have an effect, but it made my prick go really stiff and I thought I might start cumming if I didn't slow down a bit. I was enjoying this and I wanted it to last a while longer before I let go of any of my creamy man milk, so I slowed my strokes till the urge settled back a bit and then I just carried on enjoying the sensation of having two cocks in my hand at once.

Nigel suddenly stopped trying to nuzzle into my neck and rather breathily whispered into my ear;

"I bet you wouldn't suck me off if I wanted you to, would you?"

"I would if you would," I whispered breathily back.

So then we untangled, and carefully slithered our way round to the front of the sofa once more. Nigel then slowly slid backwards across it so that he was lying along the whole four seat length on his back, with his prick standing vertically up, and his arms reaching to take hold of my cock so that he could stuff it into his mouth.

I obliged by carefully climbing onto the sofa where his head was, then while facing his feet, I knelt with my knees on either side of Nige's head. He quickly took hold of Nelson and started sucking his column into his mouth as gently as Rash had done a week before. In return I leaned forward till I was resting my stomach along his chest, and my chest along his stomach. Then I lowered my mouth down around his thick standing prick.

We were now in the classic sixty nine position, with me on top and Nigel underneath. With us both head to groin we then commenced to sucking in rhythm with each other, and I soon found myself getting the rush of heat to the head that means I'm about to cum. So I quickly lifted my head off Nigel's huge knob and cried out;

"I'm cumming Nige, I'm cumming, I'm cu...cu...cummi...cummi...oh...oh...oh...yessss!" 

As the words left my lips I felt the delicious release as the sperm left my knob end and splashed the back of Nigel's throat. Stream after stream of thick creamy sperm shot into his tonsils as my balls were pulled up hard against my groin and my orgasm muscle fired like a Bren gun, till my magazines were empty.

The strain of it all was beginning to tell, and I flopped down with my head resting against the side of his still rock hard prick.

I heard him slurping the sperms and semen as he licked it all off my softening cock, then he said;

"You taste nice Phil! It must be the whiskey or summat, but your jizz tastes real sweet."

"Oh!" I said, "I didn't know! Rash never said it was sweet. He said it tasted nice, but he didn't say it was sweet at all."

"I'm surprised!" said Nige, "I'd have thought that if he was gay he'd 'ave swallowed a lot of spunk by now, so 'ee should be a connoisseur I reckon."

"He probably is, I didn't ask him, but it's nice that you like it too." I said.

"I 'aven't cum yet Phil, so do you think you could do the honours, an' suck me dick till I cum too?"

"Course I will," I said, and lifted my head to find the end of his prick once more, then I licked all around his big end, and slowly slid my lips down over it and his thick shaft, till I could touch his balls with my nose.

I moved my head up and down quite quickly for a minute or so, then I felt his scrotum starting to shrink and pull his balls up tight against his groin. He lifted his hips up toward me, and I could feel his every move as the muscle round his tube prepared to fire. So I bobbed up and down even harder and faster, while squeezing his prick with my tongue and palate till I felt it happen. His orgasm started and I felt the muscle spasms through my lips as his full fat fuck milk shot up his prick and out into my throat.

I counted them as the spurts shot out.

One, two, three, four...five.....six.

By number six I could feel the spasms weakening, and after that I just felt it pulsing slowly out of his knob head and on to my tongue, as I licked and sucked the last of his juices into my throat and swallowed them.

I heard him sigh then.

"Fuckin 'ell Phil, that was fantastic. We'll 'ave to do that again!"

"P'raps we can, but I'm feeling thirsty after all that salty slime juice I've just been drinking, so how's about we have a drink?"

I know we were both heartily pissed, but I really was feeling thirsty, and Nigel was too, so we both had a rather weak whiskey and lemonade. I deliberately made the drinks with very little whiskey and lots of lemonade to help keep us both nicely topped up, but without getting us any more drunk than we already were.

With drinks in hand we made our way unsteadily back to the sofa and sank back side by side, thigh against thigh, and relaxed.

"What time is it?" said Nigel.

"After last orders and before chucking out I think," I said.

"Tha's a bit tight init?" he said, "I mean, 'ow can you be so sure it's just comin' up to eleven?"

"I'm not," I said, "but how do you know I'm talking about pubs? I could be talking about your orders and mine."

"What orders?" he said.

"Well, how about me ordering you to lie back and let me fuck that hairy arse of yours?"

"Really?" he said, "I didn't know you fancied me that much?"

"Nor did I," I said, "but sitting here with your thigh pressing against mine, and your big fat knob looking semi-hard already, and mine too, I'm thinking that before I get round to chucking you out I want to see what Sam saw in you last week."

"She saw 'er big 'ard prick in me, that's what she saw," said Nigel.

"Exactly!" I said, "I want to know why she thought you were such a good fuck that she wanted to fuck you twice before she'd let you go."

"Oh, okay then, but only if I can fuck you afterwards, deal?"

"Deal!" I said, and I even spat on my hand and we shook on it.

So then Nigel asked me how I wanted him, and I asked him if he'd lie on his back like he did for Sam the first time.

"Okay, but she 'ad lovely big tits and long blonde 'air, and she was very pretty too. Not like your ugly mug!" he said, "So I'm not sure I want to lay on me back and look at your scary sex face while you're screwin' me arse'ole."

We both laughed at that, but he still did what I asked him, and I watched as he lifted his knees up to his armpits and pushed his sphincter out as though he were trying to shit.

"Okay, I'm ready," he said, "are you?"

"Um, no, I haven't got any johnnies!" I said, and my heart sank at this obstacle that presented itself at the very last minute.

"Tha's alright," said Nigel, "Sam fucked me bareback, and I didn't even know her. Anyway, you can't get me pregnant so what you waitin' for? I know you 'aven't got any nasty STI's, so go for it shit face, while I'm still shit faced and feelin' randy as a goat!"

He was right, Sam hadn't used any condoms with him, and after all, I'd known him for years, ever since we'd been at school together in fact, and I did know he didn't have anything nasty for me to worry about. So I did what he said and went for it.

I made sure I had plenty of spit, then drooled lots of it all over his arse crack and rubbed it over his ring. Then I spat some onto my hand and rubbed it all over my knob head. With us both lubed up I got up close to him and pushed my knob against his ring muscle. It gave way almost immediately and I suddenly found that the Admiral had his head inside of Nigel's poop tube.

"Wow! That went in easy," I said, "I thought you told me you were tight?"

"I was, at first, but once I figured out how to make it easier and less painful, I managed to get me ring to go slack so's Sam could make an entrance, so to speak."

"I'm glad you did," I said, then slowly pushed Nelson's big hard column all the way in till his cannonballs were clanging up against Nigel's cheeks.

"You told me you call your prick Nelson, is that right?" he said.

"Yep!" I said, "He's got a big long column and only one eye!"

"So when 'ee fires, is it from one of 'is long nines?" said Nigel, and he started chuckling.

"Long nines?" I said, "What's that all about then?"

"Remember in Pirates of the Caribbean, when  the English Lieutenant sees the Black Pearl? He shouts out to his sailors, 'Run out the long nines', coz a long nine is a long barrelled cannon that fires a nine pound cannon ball."

"Good one!" I said, "I'll have to remember that for a chat up line. I'll say to the ladies, 'Hey, I've got the famous Admiral Nelson here, you know, the one with the big thick column, and if your naughty he'll fill you with grape shot from his long nine!' "

We both laughed then, and when he laughed I felt all sorts of sensations coming out from Nigel's arse muscles and vibrating my prick.

So then I got to work and started thinking about all the times I'd seen him in the changing rooms at school, and wondered what his knob tasted like, and felt like.

'Bugger me!' I thought, 'perhaps I am gay after all. I'd forgotten all about my teenage boy crushes, but fucking Nigel now is bringing it all back to me.'

My thoughts continued to wander, as I fantasised about all the men and boys I'd ever known. I tried to fix my thoughts on one or more of them to see if it would help me get there sooner. It didn't though. What did was when Nigel said rather unexpectedly;

"Dunno about you, but I'm starting to get the urge to cum."

My thoughts snapped back to my present position, and I realised my fantasies had actually delayed my urges. But now I was in the here and now, and I suddenly felt my knob being squeezed by Nige's ring muscle. I could feel him trying to push against me and it was suddenly exciting, and I knew it was Nigel I wanted to fuck, no-one else. It was Nigel who I wanted to empty my balls into, and now that I was concentrating I could feel the Admiral getting ready to shoot his officers mess into Nige's fleshy cum pocket.

I think Nigel must have tuned in to my body senses as well, because when I started to feel the rise of the heat up through my body to my head as my balls got ready to fire, I saw his face starting to go red as he began his climax as well.

We moved in rhythm, faster and faster, further and harder, and the sound of my balls slapping against his hot and sweaty arse cheeks got us both going. We were jockeys on horseback, racing side by side, reins in hand, thrashing for all we were worth to get the last ounce of speed and strength out of our respective steeds as we rounded the last corner and the winning post hove into view.

With the end now in sight we both spurred on for home and bucked and fucked and flailed and railed and then we both felt the heat of orgasm coursing up through us. The spasms even came in time with each other as we both let rip with the fiery foam of sex, and spurted to the finish.

Finish we did, and when we had, the Admiral was left lying flat out on Nige's poop deck, and Nigel's tummy was a shiny, slimy, sticky wet pool of thick and creamy cum. Where I'd leaned forward during our bout of buggery it stuck to me as well, and soaked into my belly button fur, where I couldn't get at it to wash it out. Nigel thought that was funny. His tummy rocked as he shook with laughter, and the cum pool started sliding off his hard flat abdomen and slowly oozed down over both sides of his hairy hot sweaty body, to stick to the seat cushions of the sofa.

"Don't worry about the cum stains," I said, "they'll soon wash off in the morning. Meanwhile, I'm just about all fucked out."

And with that I slowly let my soft and bendy Admiral's column slide out of Nige's arse and flop to the sofa below.

"Hey, don't forget I've got to fuck you yet," he said.

"Well how about we do that in the morning?" I said, "And I'll tell you what, I'll even suck your morning glory as well. How about that?"

"Fine!" he said, "Just as long as you remember when your sober."

So then we went upstairs and cleaned ourselves up as well as two rather drunk naked men can, then crawled under the covers of my bed and went instantly to sleep.

This morning's Saturday, and after the booze and the banging of last night, my head's a bit sore, not to mention my prick. Nigel told me his arse is a bit sore too, so perhaps my prick's bigger than Sam's was? Anyway, I woke up first and got up, sneaked downstairs and got us both big glasses of water with vitamin C tablets dissolved in them, along with soluble pain killer tablets as well.

When you're hung over your body needs vitamin C to help re-hydrate you, coz it's the dehydration that gives you the worst of the headache. The rest of it can be reduced with the soluble pain killers, hence the concoctions I brewed up for us both.

I took them up and put one on the bedside table on Nigel's side of the bed, and climbed under the duvet on my side, but sat up so that I could drink my medicine straight away. It was still dark with the curtains drawn, but I could hear the life in the street outside as the Saturday people got out and did all the things that people do on a Saturday morning in Autumn. Nigel, bless his cotton socks, just lay there and snored quietly away for nearly half an hour before he began to stir.

When he did finally stir he rolled onto his back, and I could see straight away that he hadn't been joking when he said he had a morning glory every day. His prick was lifting the bedclothes up into a miniature Everest. I must say it was very impressive, and I decided I'd keep my promise and suck his erection for him. Who knows, it might even help to overcome the worst of the hangover for him?

So I slid down under the covers and moved around so that I could reach his burgeoning broomstick and set about giving him a heads up, in the most literal sense. When I started sliding my lips up and down his solid shaft I heard him take a sharp intake of breath as the sensations pushed their way through his sleeping state and began to bring him round.

"Oh, yes! Fuck! Brenda, suck me, suck me you cum eatin' whore. Suck me till I fill your head with spunk, an' it spills out of your mouth an' runs down me prick an' soaks me balls."

'Aah! He's waking up!' I thought, 'but he's still not properly awake yet or he'd know I'm not Brenda. She was the one who left him to go to Gloucester, and the poor bugger's been lost without someone to suck his dick for him ever since.'

His prick was hard and high, and his hands soon found my head covering it. He then began to pull me up and down on his shaft till I felt his orgasm start to hit. He shivered, he shuddered, he sweated and he swore. He kept on like this for nearly a minute as he strained at the leash to get his knob to release its load. His body arched up so that his head and feet were lifted clear of the mattress by at least a foot, and I could just see through a gap in the covers as he clenched his teeth and set his jaw like a man in agony. He growled like a bear, and pulled my head down hard like a warm, wet, soft centred melon as his cock stifled my cries of alarm, and then I felt the familiar thuds as his sperm exploded from his throbbing head and into mine.

He coated my throat with his bursting beads of hot wet slippery sperm, that forced their way into the softness of my palate and rear nasal cavity. There was so much that it made me sneeze, and when I did I felt it running from my nose like thick drools of mucus as it ran down over my upper lip and dripped on to his pubic hair below.

The pulses gradually slowed to a trickle as his balls became spent, and he slowly shook as he shed the last of his load. Then he dropped back to the mattress once more, limp like a lettuce, yet hot like a steam engine as hot breath and sighs seemed to exit from every orifice.

I found I was stuck to my duvet with sweat, but I pulled it off and scrambled up to sit with my back against my pillow and the wall, then hunted for some tissues to blow the spunk from my nose with.

Nigel opened his eyes, looked up to see what was happening, and when he saw me covered in his cloudy morning dew he smiled weakly then turned away.

"Is that drink for me?" he asked when he saw the large glass of fizzy orange water on the bedside table.

"Yes, it is," I replied, "it's a hangover cure made up of vitamin C tablets and a pain killer dissolved in fresh clean water."

"Thanks for that," he said, "Oh, and that too!" he said as he pointed at my cum covered nose and mouth. Then he pulled himself up to sit next to me and started sipping his drink.

"I promised I'd suck you off," I said, "and I did, even though I ended up with my sinuses full of sperm."

He smiled at that and took another sip.

"I still 'aven't fucked you yet though, 'ave I?" he said, then grinned and winked at me.

"No, but I don't think you're in any fit state to at the moment, so I guess you'll have to recover first before you can start any arse banditry."

"Give us ten minutes," he said, "an' I'll let you know when I can fuck you stupid."

With that we both sat back, slowly sipped our drinks, and contemplated the universe and our own small places in it.

"Dunno 'bout you," I said, "but I'm starving. I reckon we could both do with some bacon and eggs to get our balls full to bursting again."

"I'll second that!" said Nigel.

So I staggered out of bed, pulled on a dressing gown, and made my way downstairs to get the breakfast underway, leaving Nigel sliding back down under the covers to keep warm and nurse his hangover till the food was ready. When it was I shouted up to him, and a few moments later he appeared in the kitchen doorway in just his T shirt and socks.

"I felt a bit cold, so I just went and found me clothes," he said, "but I didn't want to put me keks on just yet. I like's a bit of freedom in the mornin'."

"Me too," I said, opening and closing my dressing gown, so that he got a quick flash of the Admiral resting at ease.

He smiled, then sat down at the small table I've got in the kitchen, and we both dived into our breakfasts like starving animals. It takes a good filling breakfast with plenty of protein to bring you up after the exertions we'd been through the night before. And after several rounds of toast, a couple of bacon rashers, and a couple of big fried eggs each, all washed down with lots of strong dark coffee, we both sat back bloated, and belched almost in unison.

"Tha's better!" said Nige, "I feel like a new man now, an' speaking of new men, when're you gonna be my new man then?"

"Whenever you like," I said, "but let me make sure my barrel's empty, so to speak. After all, I don't want you hitting a blockage and misfiring. It doesn't bear thinking about, does it?"

He grimaced at that.

"An' I've just bin eatin' me breakfast too!" he said, "You know you really can be a dirty bastard sometimes Phil. Tha's right off puttin' that is."

"Yea, but I'm sure it won't put you off for long," I said, and gave him a wicked grin.

Then I went upstairs to have a shit and a shower. While I was in the shower Nigel came in and joined me, and we spent a very pleasant ten minutes or so, soaping each other up. This gave us ample opportunity to feel every inch of each other's bodies, and it was very, very sexy. So much so, that even though we were both covered in shower gel, the warm slipperiness totally overcame both of us, and I turned away from him and held my arse cheeks apart, then leaned forward so that he could see where to aim.

The feeling of the hot water tumbling down over my back, with small rivulets of it streaming down between my cheeks and over my arse ring was very stimulating, and when I felt Nigel push his big slippery knob head into my waiting sphincter it almost made me cum.

He gave out a little whimper as he slid his hot wet slippery fuck pole into my poo pocket, and I felt every inch of him as he slid it in as far as he could. The feel of his balls against my Biffin's Bridge was awesome, and then he grabbed me by both hips and pulled me roughly back against him.

This time it was me who gave out the whimper, and within seconds he was muttering under his breath as he slid his rod in and out of me.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck...Phil...fuck...Phil...fuck...oh...ye-essss...fuck...yessss...tha's fuckin' amazin'....ohhh...yessssss."

By now I was stroking my beautifully slippery hard column in time with his movements. The sound of the words he was saying, as he thrust into me with stronger and greater urgency, filled my head with heat and pressure, as my groin was filled with his meat and pleasure.

I think the shower really added a new dimension to the proceedings as we whimpered and wheezed, and he pushed and I squeezed, and eventually, he came long and hard into me. I felt the hot hard pulses of his spurting sperms as he emptied those big round balls of his all the way up my poop scoop, and I suddenly felt my own orgasm coming as his was beginning to fade.

I quickly stroked my prick and held my balls tightly as my own thick stream of milky man juice shot from the Admiral's eye all over the tiles and slid slowly down to mingle with the warm soapy water around our feet.

Then I relaxed my ring and let Nigel's now floppy cock fall from my arse, to swing around and hit me in the cheeks again a couple of times.

"Fuck Phil, that was fuckin' great!" he said as he rubbed more shower gel over his prick and balls.

I rubbed gel over my arse and then got more to put all around my red Admiral and his soapy hairy balls. And so we continued with our shower for another few minutes, and although we both stroked each other's knobs and tickled each other's balls, nothing could persuade either of them to even try to look up again.

"Okay," I said, "time for more coffee I think. I dunno about you, but my throat thinks it's the bottom of a budgie cage."

"Mine too," said Nigel, "but can you make mine a bit weaker, an' with a bit more milk than last time?"

"Right you are," I said, then I got out of the shower, towelled myself down, and still sticky with sweat from the hot shower I came downstairs to put the kettle on.

So now it's nearly twelve. I can hear Nigel upstairs, whistling while he dries himself off, and he'll be coming down here in a few minutes to join me and drink his coffee. Thinking about it, all we've done since last night is talk about sex, get drunk, do sex, sleep, do sex, eat, then shower and do sex again.

Does life get any better than this? You tell me.