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CHAPTER 17

Kyle’s team were on the late shift for two weeks beginning the Monday following their private fuckfest at Erik’s. As yet Kyle had not had any invitation from any of the gym’s customers he had worked with to join with them in private for a session of extra-curricular activities. However during those first two weeks he had twice been selected by a handsome, young guy to help him work-out.

As seemed normal, the guy in question had given Kyle only by his first name: Tony. He was about thirty years old, of mixed race and clearly had some Latin American blood; but this young stud was as handsome as they come: jet black hair, well defined muscles; and to judge from the bulge in his shorts, also very well equipped between his legs; all in all Tony was a very attractive sexy-looking hunk: not to mince words, Tony was a very fuckable proposition.

He was clearly proud of his physique which he worked on assiduously as he came to the gym at least twice a week. It was a mystery to Kyle, how these guys, whom he supposed had a job, were able to abscond during the day to tend to the needs of their bodies. Kyle had seen Tony working out with other trainers before Tony approached him and asked him to help him with a few routines. However, it early that Monday evening on Kyle’s first late shift, that Tony, who for some reason had turned up at the gym and had asked Kyle to help him with some routines, that the first invitation came.

“Say Kyle, I really do like working out with you; and then the classic, dog-eared, come-on phrase: I would really like to get to know you better. So why don’t we go somewhere private so that we can talk?” And that was the beginning of what was to be long term relationship between Tony and Kyle. Tony had pre-booked one of the private rooms, with Gus Miller, so Kyle went and clocked off duty for the first time in his brief career to date at the gym and off he and Tony went to get to know one another better.

Tony was not slow in making his demands quite clear; he was a plain speaker: one of those men who called a spade a spade and did not beat about the bush. “Look Kyle, I guess we both know why I have asked you here; and it is not, as I am sure you are already aware to have a private session of physical training with you, although what I have in mind does involve a certain amount of physical effort on your part.”

“To introduce myself properly so that you know whom you are dealing with. My name is Antonio William Lopez-Smith and I am, as you have probably already divined, partly Latin America, Mexican, in fact, by my father Carlos Lopez and partly wasp American by my mother, Katharine Smith, who came from a long established English American family called Smith, who had been here for over two hundred years.”

“I earn my living as a realtor and have my own business with about fifty employees. (So that explained it; Tony was his own boss and was foot-loose and fancy free to do as he wished during the day.) Well the thing is this, Kyle, and I am telling you all this in strictest confidence as I do not want it to go any further.”

“I am a happily married man with a lovely wife with whom I have an excellent sex life and we have two lovely little girls. But when I was at college, I was in a fraternity and shared a room with two other guys both of whom were gay and inevitably I got roped in to some of their antics. And although I am basically a straight guy myself, I found after a while, that I really quite enjoyed a bit of gay sex from time to time; well to make things quite clear, I acted as bottom on a number of occasions for both of my roommates and I sort of acquired a taste for getting my ass reamed out from time to time.”

“Happily married with a family as I now am, I still occasionally enjoy having anal sex, something my wife, of course, cannot give me. I have been a client of this gym for several years and have availed myself of the services of several of the trainers to satisfy my needs. I know that such things are not offered officially by the gym; and I am also aware of the fact that this gym recruits as trainers only young guys such as you who are totally gay.”

“I also know that the gym turns a blind eye on those of its trainers who offer such services to its customers. So there you have it Kyle; you are as relative newcomer to this place but I have much appreciated your arrival and have greatly enjoyed the training sessions I have had with you; and so I wondered if perhaps you might be interested in rendering me the sort of service I have just described.”

“If you do not wish to do so, then just say so and we will forget that we ever had this conversation. But if you feel that you can meet my present need for a dose of anal simulation, I think you will find me quite generous as I normally reward whomever serves me with $250 as a tip.”

All this conversation, or rather a totally one-sided monologue, took place with a totally silent Kyle standing there with Tony gazing quite lasciviously at the young man in front of him. Kyle thought to himself: “This guy really does have the hots for me. I can tell that from the way he has been looking at me whilst he was talking; he’s not taken is eyes of my crotch the whole time. But I have to give it to him; he has said very clearly what he wants; and $250 just to fuck his butt seems very generous; so what have I to lose?”

“And anyway its sort unofficial and unspoken rule of this place that we trainers should bend to the customers’ wishes; and the gym moreover condones sex between staff and customers while all the same time pretending that it does not go on.” And then aloud to Tony: “OK Tony, if that’s what you want, then I’m your man. I’ll simulate your ass for you.”

Tony looked relieved that his overture had been accepted and said: “That’s great Kyle; I’m so glad that you are willing. You know Kyle you are a very attractive young man and I cannot wait to see what you look like when you take your shorts off; come on Kyle, reveal all to your client and let him see what you have to offer.”

As he was saying this Tony, eager to get started on what he termed anal stimulation, was stripping off his own training kit. The two of them stood there looking at each other. Tony was a well set-up guy of about thirty and Kyle immediately noticed that he had had his pubic hair removed. This sort of indicated Kyle, that Tony was more deeply into gay sex than he had told him.

Kyle did not know much about male-female sex in the marital context, but he did know that most married men did not have their cock hair removed, unless like him, they were into what might best be called the non-reproductive activities of the sex business. So Kyle guessed that Tony might be a regular practising bi-sexual: a fact known or unknown to his wife; but that was really none of his business; he was being paid $250 to fuck Tony’s ass; end of story; or so he thought.

That lascivious look in Tony’s eyes turned to one of admiring amazement tinged with awe as he took in the full splendour of Kyle’s nakedness. Kyle’s cock had had already decided that it approved of what it was shortly to be called upon to do and so Tony found himself looking not only at an exquisitely beautifully muscular, young stud, but one with a rock-hard cock which made his heart miss a beat.

“Holy Moses Kyle; where the fuck did you get that magnificent piece of meat between your legs from? There are cocks and cocks and I’ve seen and experienced plenty in my time; but what you have on offer is something really special: a real humdinger of a tool: a world beater by any standards; and I see that it is already fully prepared for action. Look Kyle, what I would like you to do for me, is to give my ass a really good hard fuck using the back entry position. And when I say a good hard fuck, I truly do mean hard; I want you to let rip with your cock and give my ass a really good reaming out; so don’t be shy; just let rip.”

Tony went and leaned aging the table and spread his legs exactly as if he were a schoolboy offering up his ass for a paddling. Evidently Tony was very particular about hair – or rather the total absence of it – for his ass and buns were also devoid of any hair; for a guy aged thirty, which was after the first flower of youth, Kyle saw that Tony was offering him a very attractive ass to fuck. As meticulous as ever, Kyle applied a generous dose of lubricant to Tony’s anal area.

He then rolled a Trojan rubber onto his own cock and gave that a generous dose of lubricant before handing Tony a Trojan: “You know Tony, anal sex is a great and very satisfying pastime; but if done properly the act of copulation for the guy being fucked tends to be terribly messy. So as I intend to take you to your own orgasm, I recommend you don the rubber I have just handed to you to catch what I guess might be your copious emission.”

“My God Kyle, you really are very thorough in your preparation, I have never had so much care lavished on my ass before being fucked by anyone before. You really are the bee’s knees of a stud.”

“Well thanks for your kind remarks Tony; but perhaps you should save them until after you have seen what I can actually deliver.”

“Listen stud, with that monument of a fuck-stick between your legs, I have no doubt at all that you can and will deliver. So shall we cut the chase and get down to work. Come on Kyle, push that rock-hard tool of yours into me as far as you can and try to take me to heaven and back.” And with that exhortation Tony bent further over the table and spread his legs wide in clear anticipation of the pleasure to come.

It has to be said that Tony had a very inviting air of buns of the sort which obviously invited exploration by any prowling, rampant cock. So Kyle pressed his cock-head against Tony’s well-oiled anus and found that its protective sphincter offered little or no resistance to his cock, the full length of which he then slid in one long smooth move into Tony’s rectum. Kyle was no expert, but he somehow sensed that the ease with which he had shafted Tony stemmed from the fact that his anus was no stranger to the act of anal copulation and he knew instinctively that he was about to service a regularly fucked, well experienced hole.

Tony let out a moan of satisfaction as he felt Kyle’s pelvis press firmly against his own ass and that totally exceptional piece of hard man-meat filled out his innermost passage. Relatively inexperienced Kyle may have been, but he paused for a few moments to allow Tony to get used to the feel of his large cock firmly embedded inside him; Kyle was determined that follower as he most certainly was, he would give Tony the greatest fuck of his life.

And so although Tony had told him that he wanted a really rough, hard fuck, he nevertheless began, in his inimitable way, first with slow, short, caressing thrusts of his cock gradually building up his force, tempo and thrust length until he was hammering Tony as hard as he could and giving him practically the full ten inches of his cock at every stroke.

Tony let out many colourful expletives of pleasure as the tension built up, until with his amazingly innate sense of judgement, Kyle finally withdrew himself completely from Tony’s anus before thrusting his rigid member for that final time back into into the expectant fuck-hole, bringing them both to an explosive orgasm.

As he enjoyed his own intense orgasm and pumped out his own load, Kyle had a moment of doubt if he himself had the moral right to enjoy himself so much when he was being paid to service his present partner. But Kyle’s own climax, as he knew full well, was concomitant with bringing his partner to the climax he was now experiencing.

And he knew from the way Tony was groaning with pleasure, punctuated by a series of foul-mouthed expletives, that he was in the throes of what had to be the ultimate pleasure known to man, which only the sensations produced by an orgasm induced by coupling with someone else can produce. Kyle dripping with the sweat of his vigorous labours, now lay flat on top of Tony’s back, his own cock still deeply embedded inside his partner, felt Tony’s body jerk time after time as he jerked his own emission into the Trojan rubber he was wearing on his own cock.

It was several minutes later, during which Tony had recomposed himself from the battering he had just taken from Kyle’s cock that Kyle withdrew himself from Tony’s anus, stood up and pulled of the Trojan rubber full his own cum. Tony too stood up, faced Kyle and did likewise with the rubber he had been wearing.

He looked at Kyle, who was still as hard as a rock in spite of the physical effort he had just expended fucking Tony’s ass, and said: “My God Kyle where did you learn to fuck like that, let me tell you young man, I have been fucked by many guys in my life, but never ever in the way you just did to me. You handle your cock like no man I have ever been with before; and the way you brought me to a climax was quite amazing.”

“I had not expected that you would be able, just by fucking my ass, to take me all the way to my own orgasm. Listen my friend, all the other guys I have ever had sex with have fucked my hole and then both of us have finished up by jerking ourselves off to orgasm and creaming our cocks over each other. What you did, was to take both me and yourself, to a climax so that we both achieved orgasm together, and believe me, when it came, it was, for me – and I guess for you too – a truly sensational feeling.”

“I don’t know if you as a gay guy have ever had sex with a woman; but as a married man I have regular sex with my wife. And I can tell you that the orgasm I have when I fuck her is totally different to that which I have when I ease my sexual tension by masturbating. OK, the so-called five-fingered lover is an easy and readily available way of relieving tension; but the feeling it generates is not to be compared with that which come from having sex with my wife.”

“ But what you just did was extraordinary. It’s quite easy for a man to fuck a woman and satisfy himself; but even thought a woman is programmed by nature to be fucked, it is not always easy for her male partner to bring her to orgasm. And for that reason, many women feel frustrated in their sex life; their husbands bang away at them, satisfy their own urges, climax and leave their wives high and dry. Now what you just did, fucking my ass the way you did, was quite a unique experience for me.”

“Let’s face facts Kyle, a man’s anus is not designed by nature to be fucked; it’s just that some gay men want to get physically close to another guy and only place they can unite sexually is by the one sticking his cock up his partner’s ass. So most of the time, the guy getting himself laid, does not expect his partner to bring himself to climax; nor does he himself manage to climax during the act of copulation itself; most times, both partners to a gay sex act finish off jerking themselves off and shooting their loads over each other.”

“Just look the thousands of gay videos on the internet and you will see that that is usually what happens. In fact, as far as I can see, that is pretty well always what happens. But you Kyle, did the unbelievable; you fucked my ass in the way a man normally fucks a woman, with the intention of bringing her to orgasm; you had every intention from the moment you penetrated me, to make my cock climax into orgasm; and moreover, by fucking my ass you managed at the same time to climax yourself and shoot your own load with your cock inside me.”

“That makes you very, very special Kyle; so special, in fact, that there is an another $250 in it for you, if you can repeat what you have just done to me me; only this time I would like it face-to-face as I would like to see you in action. Looking at your cock it seems as though it is up to it; so as we men often do as our fuck-sticks tell us, how about it? Shall we try another round?”

Who was Kyle to object? Tony wanted to be fucked again; Kyle was willing and ready; and so after rolling on fresh rubbers, Kyle guided Tony gently to the table, on which he made him lie flat on his back, pulled him forward so that his ass ass was or more or less on the edge of the table, took his two legs one against each of his shoulders and standing there, proceeded to give his client his second anal hammering of the afternoon.

Given Kyle’s dedication and meticulous attention to the sex act and in the present case also what he saw as is duty to his client, it goes without saying that the result was exactly the same and that Tony was again totally satisfied.

As the two of them took a shower together to wash away the sweat of their labours, Tony said more or less the same as Dmitri had said to Kyle after his first experience of Kyle’s cock: “Kyle, there is fucking and fucking and most guys know how to fuck – more or less, I guess – but what you do is to FUCK in capital letters and neon lights. You have such a magnificent tool and with your inimitable technique, you have managed to raise the not-so-gentle-act of anal copulation to the level of a fine art. Believe me when I say that I have never ever met anyone quite like you. Kyle you are a true star.”

CHAPTER 18

And so life continued as it has an inimitable way doing. Kyle’s first sexual interface with a client, quickly led to more and more demands for his services, for after his first encounter with Tony, word travelled fast and his services quickly became in great demand among the clients.

So what with fucking the clients and the regular sexual encounters which he had with his co-workers not to mention the twice monthly fuckfests at Erik’s apartment, Kyle’s sex life blossomed; indeed one could say that it had gone into overdrive. But at the end of the day, the thing that pleased him most was to go home to Steve and snuggle up with him in their large double bed; it was for Kyle the place where he knew he had found true love.

And as had seemed inevitable from the start, Kyle’s progress at the gym was little short of meteoric. Every one of his trainer colleagues tacitly knew that in Kyle they had the Alpha Male: the absolute star turn of the gym. At the end of Kyle’s second year at the gym, what might best be described as a minor earthquake shook the place to its foundations; Sten Bergstrom, the General Manager, suddenly resigned and left the gym to get married; but to whom?

Well, still waters run deep as the saying has it; and to everyone’s great surprise, Sten tied the knot with a woman and not as might have been expected with another man. To say that everyone was totally surprised was the understatement of the year. No one had guessed that Sten, who was a regular, dedicated, gay cocks-man as far as his gym colleagues knew, turned out, in fact, to be an active, bisexual guy who had finally thrown in his lot in life with a member of the opposite sex, had settled for a woman as his life’s partner and as such had decided to leave the gym.

The chairman of the syndicate of Chicago business men who owned the gym, a guy called Alex Rosen, and to whom Sten had reported as General Manager, apparently on Sten’s personal recommendation, offered the job to Kyle. So at the tender age of just twenty, having left school aged eighteen with not a single academic qualification to his name and having worked at the gym for two years, Kyle Sinclair found himself the General Manager in charge of the day-to-day running of one of the foremost gyms in Chicago.

But the twenty-year-old Kyle who took over the running of the gym was no longer the same naïve, young man who had joined its staff two years previously. Firstly in the intervening two years, Kyle’s eighteen year old body, superb though it had been as he left school in the first flush of youthful manhood, had matured into a totally stunning example of young, male, physical perfection.

His muscles had hardened and bulked up into full maturity; he had put on weight so that when stripped, as he frequently was, his appearance just took away the breath of anyone who had the pleasure of looking at him. Kyle had always taken care of his own body and had striven – successfully – to develop what he himself thought of as muscular balance; and so he had been careful not to overdo his exercises but had worked assiduously on his body to ensure that every part was in perfect harmony with the rest.

The muscles of the eighteen year old young man had now fulfilled their early promise and filled out, so that aged twenty, as he now was, Kyle was the visual incarnation of the perfectly ripped – as distinct from shredded – young man. So Kyle was now a perfect, Adonis-like figure just over six feet in height made up of some 200 pounds of solid bone and muscle; between his legs, Kyle had always been blessed with that desire of most men: a large cock, which had always made any observer, even at school, green with envy.

Now fully grown at about seven inches long, its head, set off in stark relief from the shaft thanks to a perfect circumcision, it had, in the last two years, increased in girth to over six inches giving it an imposing diameter of over two inches. Descending, unencumbered by pubic hair, in a graceful, rubbery curve over his tightly held balls as it did when soft, Kyle’s cock was lusciously attractive and his sex kit of cock and balls filled out perfectly the crotch of any trousers he was wearing.

But when erect and raring to go, as it frequently was, Kyle’s cock stood defiantly proud: ten, rock-hard inches, held dead straight at 45 degrees to his body, surmounted by a magnificently rimmed cock-head head, it was a sight to behold: a fuck-stick the likes of which few others could ever hope to equal. Little wonder then that Kyle was in great demand by the clients for those extra-curricular activities, which the gym refused to recognise officially.

So here we have the picture of the stunning young stud which Kyle has become, who now, aged just twenty, was in charge of the day-to-day running of the entire gym. One might have thought that Kyle’s meteoric ascent in the gym would have given rise to jealousy among his co-worker trainers. But this was not the case as they all recognised that Kyle, still the youngest of the staff, was a cut above them.

It was not a case of primus inter pares – first among equals – as everyone recognised that Kyle was in a class of his own: and not only in terms of his physique, which was apparent even when he was fully clothed, but also in terms of his sexual dexterity, Kyle had no equals and no direct competitors. It was not for nothing that more and more clients wanted Kyle to stimulate their asses. It was the sheer size of Kyle’s cock and his copulation technique that together set him in a different class to anyone else.

One immediate corollary of his promotion to General Manager was that he no longer had to work shifts. He was there every day from nine through five, unless he was called on for those special, extra-curricular, personal services by a client – as he frequently was. But by seven on most days he was home with Steve and the security services locked up the gym after the last client had gone and closed up the place for the night.

teve and he had now been living together for a little over two years and Kyle was so completely in love with his ex-teacher that could not even bear to think of Steve not being there. In spite of the fact that he was now earning more money from his job at the gym than Steve was earning as a physical education teacher at the school, Kyle still deferred to Steve in most things; in fact he still thought of him as his master exactly as he had done when still at school.

And so one evening he said to Steve: “Steve, would you say that you and I are now what is called an item?”

Steve looked up sharply as this was a new departure from their normal topics of conversation. What Kyle did not know, was that Steve was just as scared that Kyle, whom he thought of as his lover, might one day abandon him in favour of some young stud he had met at the gym or at one of the various fuckfests that Steve had, against his better judgment, encouraged him to frequent to find his feet in the world as a young gay man.

The simple fact of the matter was that Steve was hook, line and sinker in love with his ex-pupil and that he was secretly insanely jealous of any guy with whom Kyle might have sex other than himself. He knew that this was a stupid attitude to adopt as he himself had encouraged Kyle to fuck around and find his sexual feet.

And moreover he himself did exactly the same thing; he had not stopped having recreational sex with a whole host of guys whom he had known long before Kyle and he had got together. But emotions of love and sex being what they are, Steve could not rid himself of this feeling of jealousy which came on just by thinking about what Kyle might be doing with another guy.

But Kyle had quite unthinkingly brought the crux of their relationship to a head by asking that simple question: “Steve, would you say that you and I are what is called an item?” And now, as a result of this innocent question, the fears of both sides came pouring out that the other might one day abandon the relationship, leaving his partner of over two years, in favour of someone else.

How either of them could ever have felt this way, is difficult to imagine. They had slept together every night for over two years and were having regular sex – true, loving sex, as both of them recognised – for them ever to split up. But it was only as a result of Kyle’s question that they had finally voiced the mutual love they felt for each other.

So after this outpouring and mutual confessions of love, Kyle summed up the matter by repeating hat key question: “So you do think we are an item Steve?”

To which Steve replied: “Of course we are an item Kyle. Fuck man; we’ve been an item more or less from the word go since I paddled you and showed you what gay sex was all about.”

“Well in that case Steve, if you are sure – and I can tell you that I myself am a thousand percent sure about our relationship – what do you say to the idea that we clinch matters and get married? The law has changed and the State of Illinois now recognises same sex marriages. So what do you say? Shall we do it? I’m willing if you are. Steve I can’t bear to think that I might lose you and if we formalise our relationship, I think it might be a good thing; but only if you are willing of course.” And then Kyle uttered those traditional words: “Steve will you marry me?”

“Of course I will. How could you possibly think otherwise as we have been tied to one another more or less since day one when you moved in here with me? So what do we have to do to get hitched?”

“Well Steve we need to get a licence from the Cook County Clerk’s Office in downtown Chicago, it’s on North Clark Street I think. The licence costs $30 and we both have to be present when it is issued with proof of our ages and identities. Then once we have the licence, we have sixty days during which it is valid and we simply find someone to perform the ceremony; and after that he signs the certificate and we deposit it within ten days with the County Clerk and that’s it: we are legally hitched.”

“Well full marks Kyle for your knowledge. You really seem to have gone into it. But what are we going to call ourselves once we are married?”

“Well Steve, I’ve been thinking about that too. We have to give our full present legal names to get the marriage licence. But as you have a real humdinger of a family name, I thought we could perhaps combine our two family names and call ourselves Steve and Kyle Sinclair-Szczanszczanistky. I did toy with the idea of putting your name first, but I think that the combination sounds better with my family name first; it just flows better. What do you think?”

“What I think Kyle is that you are out of your tiny, pea-brained mind; you are totally off your rocker if you think that I am going to allow myself to be saddled with my unpronounceable Polish birth name. Come on Kyle, I can barely say it correctly myself.”

And it was only then when he saw that Kyle was laughing at him that he realised that he had been sent up: that it was all a joke. “Do that again Kyle and I’ll paddle your ass so hard and then fuck it so thoroughly, that you won’t be able to sit down for a month.” he concluded laughing.

Kyle, laughing himself, then said: “Well Steve, I think I’ll pass on the first part of your proposal, but you are welcome to go ahead with the second part of your suggestion and fuck me whenever you like – which is what you do anyway! But to be serious for a moment, I think that your pseudonym, Steve Shanit which everyone knows and uses is OK. So what do you say to our both changing our names officially: you to Steve Shanit – forget the Steven: and me to Kyle Shanit. So together we would be Steve and Kyle Shanit.”

“Don’t worry about the disappearance of my own family name, Sinclair, as my father is long dead and I couldn’t care less about the Sinclair family with whom I have never had any contact. But one thing I do want to do if you agree with our new names; and that is to make them fully legal.”

Steve agreed to Kyle’s proposals both on their marriage and the name change. He was very impressed by the initiative Kyle had shown and acknowledged that it was entirely due to him that they could both now sleep easily in their beds – actually, in their one bed, to be precise – in the full knowledge that their relationship was totally solid. In fact, the chance union of Steve and Kyle, which had had a rather painful start for Kyle, had turned out to be one made in heaven; it was one of those things in life that was just destined to happen.

To celebrate what I suppose had to be considered their engagement, the two of them went out to dinner, at which Kyle ordered a bottle of champagne to celebrate. But once back in the apartment, it goes without saying that they consummated their engagement in a much more positive and physical way.

As Kyle stripped off his clothes with Steve already lying naked on the bed, Steve said: “Kyle, just stand there and let me look at you for a moment; I know I see you every say but I just wanted a moment to feast my eyes on you to bring home to me just how much you mean to me. You are just the most beautiful and sexually desirable guy in the world in my eyes, the person I love most in the world and I thank God that I shall never lose you.”

By the time they had finished a night of sexual excess with each other it was almost light. The two of them had just gone on and on fucking each other as if there was to be no tomorrow. If ever two guys were totally in love the one with the other, it was Steve Szczanszcanistky and Kyle Sinclair at that moment.

CHAPTER 19

The wedding arrangements were made. As neither Kyle nor Steve was religious minded in the least, Kyle found a man, a lawyer, who was registered and authorised to conduct marriages. So about a month after their verbal commitment to each other, Kyle and Steve were united legally in a same-sex marriage. The ceremony was conducted early one Saturday evening in a suite at the Howard Hotel, just north of the Chicago Loop.

The Howard was a small hotel – 30 rooms only – which had been built by the Howard family, just a few years previously as a deluxe boutique hotel. Its customers were a regular succession of well-heeled business men from out-of-town who preferred the more intimate surroundings and personalised service of a small hotel to the big national chains, most of which were present in the Chicago area.

However, over and above above the usual hotel services, the ground floor bar had become the top pick-up place for high quality gay-sex in the city. Many of the businessmen who patronised the Howard were looking for a little sexual adventure when they were away from the restrictions at home. And so the Howard bar had quickly gained the reputation of being the best place in town to pick up a top-flight gay escort for a one night stand. So the hotel management, in the form of one, Jason Howard, the son of the man who had built the hotel and who was himself an active gay, was generally sympathetic to gay gatherings had no objection in renting out one of its function suites to a gay marriage.

The ceremony was over and a sit down dinner with champagne was served to the gathering which was very small. Apart from the marital pair of Steve and Kyle, the groom and groom I suppose we must call them, as there was no question that this was husband and male-wife union, each of them had invited only two guests. No family members were present at all. Steve had invited his two closest friends, Greg and Brett, while Kyle had invited his two closest friends at the gym, Erik and Dmitri.

The officiating lawyer, who also turned out to be gay, was invited to stay to dinner but declined due to another appointment; and so it was an intimate group of six young studs who finally sat down together to eat dinner together and sip champagne. The perceptive reader will have noticed that I used the word, intimate to describe the relations between the members of the group, each of whom was to be an actor in what was to follow after dinner.

But the previous intimacy was not universally spread across the group of six; Kyle had had sex with all four guests: once only with Greg and Brett but many times at the gym and at various fuck-fests with Erik and Dmitri; Steve had often had sex with his two friends, Greg and Brett but not with Erik or Dmitri and Greg and Brett had never fucked Erik and Dmitri and vice versa. All that was now to change with a vengeance.

Conventional Bride and Groom weddings tend to have a horrible similarity. There is the marriage service itself, during which the happy (?) pair make all sorts of long term promises to each other, which very often, in the modern world in which we live, are not kept. Then there are drinks followed by some sort of a meal, which may be a proper sit down job or just an inconvenient buffet offering a lot of boring stuff which most people would prefer not to eat but which they all declare afterwards to have been delicious.

Then there are the corny speeches before the cutting of the cake which nobody really wants to eat but out of politeness does. And then there is dancing which has a nasty tendency to get louder and out of hand as time progresses and free drink flows ever more freely. But Steve and Kyle’s wedding was not a normal occasion but one between two young men and those present, including the groom and groom, certainly did not want to dance with each other. But we all know what the lot of them wanted to do; don’t we?

Erik, the inveterate, totally irrepressible live-wire of any occasion, had already organised with the others what was to follow immediately after the dinner; and so he gave a short, obviously previously prepared, rather pompous speech: “Steve and Kyle, we your closest friends and guests on this occasion of your union, would like to give both of you a token of our deep friendship and admiration for you both by offering you very personalised wedding gift.”

“Greg and Brett as Steve’s closest friends and Dmitri and I as Kyle’s, would be delighted if the two of you would do us the honour of simultaneously and sequentially sharing each of your magnificent endowments with us in what, put most delicately, is usually known as act of anal simulation. In other words…”

And here Kyle interrupted Erik’s discourse and said: “The four of you want the two of us to fuck you. Well why the fuck did you not just say so rather than beat about the bush.”

Everyone laughed, but Erik was not to be deflected from his pre-prepared oration and went on: “Well if I may be permitted to conclude our proposition; what we would really like to do, is for the four of us to bend across that long table against the wall over there, (had it been put there by design or was it part of the regular furnishings of the suite?) then for you two to lube up our asses.”

“Oh, I see that I have forgotten to mention that we would all by this time have stripped off and would be naked; and then what we had in mind is that with the four of us together bent over and each offering you access to what can but be described as one of our three most intimate possessions, the other two being our respective cocks and balls, you would do us the honour of stimulating us one after the other.”

“But as this is truly a special occasion, faced with four anal sphincters to stretch, you would each start with the two of us at each end of our short line-up and would coordinate your efforts and expertly bring the act to a successful conclusion. Then you will move on to the two of us in the centre and repeat your efforts so that all four of us will have had the pleasure of being fucked once; two of us by Steve and the other two by Kyle.”

“And then what happens is that the two of you cross over and move to the opposite end of the line at which you started and repeat the whole procedure. So the end effect will be that you two love birds, Steve and Kyle, will each have the pleasure of fucking all four of your friends and we, your friends will each have had the undoubted pleasure of experiencing two of the greatest cocks we know.”

“So you see what we are offering you, on this your wedding day, is an opportunity to seal the sexual bond which exists between all of us in a sort of marathon fuckathon which will cement our undoubted camaraderie.”

Kyle replied laughingly: “My God Erik, you really are a pompous windbag when you get going; just cut the cackle and get started.” And with that the six of them stripped off for action. The ever-ready Erik produced a box of Trojan Imperial Size Condoms and the requisite lubricants and and handed Steve and Kyle each a rubber.

Kyle said: “Erik, I think that the four of you also ought to use a condom. When Steve and I have sex with anyone – including each other – we always aim to take our partner to his climax and using a condom will catch your cream rather than spraying every which way over the room.”

Erik’s speech had already aroused the six of them sexually – not that any of them needed much arousing – and by the time they had stripped off for action, they were all already rock-hard.Anyone who had been watching these six young men prepare themselves for the dramatic act of anal copulation which was shortly about to take place would have found himself surrounded by so much gorgeous muscle and rock-hard cock, that it is difficult to imagine how the six of them restrained themselves from each other; but they did.

Steve and Kyle stood there, each with his powerful and highly experienced fuck-stick raring to go and already exuding drops of pre-cum in anticipation of what was shortly to come. Kyle, the younger protagonist of this marathon effort of anal copulation, sported the larger cock of the two: a perfectly rigid, dead straight shaft, a full ten inches long and with a diameter of over two inches ending in a magnificent, sphincter-stretcher of a cock-head.

But Steve’s tool was by no means to be sniffed either as he prepared his nine inch, equally well proportioned shaft for action. For a few seconds the two of them stood there facing each other, allowing the four other participants to the drama to take in the sheer magnificence of two superb examples of perfect young physiques and hard male-meat at its mouth-watering best.

And the four of them, who were to offer their anuses to the tender loving care of Steve and Kyle’s cocks, gazed with openly envious looks at the two cannons they were shortly to experience thrust up their asses.

The four of them now willingly bent across the table with their legs positioned well apart and aligned themselves, anuses fully exposed and gleaming with lubricant, awaiting the undoubted highly erotic and arousing experience of taking some nine or ten inches of hard man-meat inside themselves twice in relatively quick succession.

Remember that each of them was to be fucked sequentially by both Steve and Kyle. But to dwell for a moment on the prospect of four, perfectly aligned anuses just waiting to be shafted was one of those imaginary, phantasmagorical, dream scenarios which just did not happen in real life; except that on this occasion it did!

Both Steve and Kyle had, in the past, been at gay fuckfests where they had each shafted several other guys and in turn had taken several different shafts up their own asses. But this was something different: very, very different; something which which neither Steve nor Kyle – nor for that matter any of the other guys – had ever previously experienced.

The voluntary line of up of four willing anuses was in itself was a sight almost as spectacular as that of Steve and Kyle standing there with their cocks primed for action. All four young studs were now bent across the table and aligned from left to right: Greg – Dmitri – Erik – Brett: each with his anus ready for the tender, loving care of Steve and Kyle’s cocks: a unique and memorable wedding gift thought up by the ever inventive Erik.

The moment of truth had finally arrived and Steve and Kyle each rolled on a Trojan and applied a final dose of lubricant to their rubber clad cocks before addressing their first partners: Steve with Greg on the left and Kyle with Brett on the right. Each protagonist pushed the head of his cock against the expectant anal entry port of his partner and on a nod from Steve – they had not discussed how they were to coordinate their thrusts – they each slid their cock in one smooth movement deep into their partner’s welcoming asshole.

After a short pause to allow their partners to appreciate the exceptional length and girth of the cocks they had just taken inside of themselves, Steve again took the lead and set the tempo which Kyle followed; and so began the process of bringing both themselves and their respective partner’s to a climax.

As the two of them fucked their partners, they became intoxicated with the eroticism of with they were doing; and as ever the tempo, length and power of their cock thrusts built up and up until finally both Steve and Kyle were hammering away at their partner’s ass with incredible, uncontrolled vigour.

And then, sensing that the moment of truth was imminent, both Steve and Kyle withdrew their cocks from their partner’s anus and then with that final coup de grace so characteristic and indissociable from Kyle’s personal fucking technique, brought both themselves and their partners to a series of four simultaneous orgasms.

This was a tour de force of anal copulation if ever there was one. How Steve and Kyle, each fucking a separate partner, had managed to synchronise their cock strokes and reach orgasm at the same moment, neither of them knew. But even more remarkable was the incredible way in which they had each brought their partner to an orgasm simultaneous with their own

And so the four young studs lay there: two pairs; Steve and Greg on the right: Kyle and Brett on the left and enjoyed the indescribable pleasure of ejaculating their sperm in a series of bursts which seemed to prolong forever that marvellous feeling which only an orgasm shared with another human being can bring. The two sets of partners lay together in post coitum bliss for about five minutes, before Steve and Kyle with three laps still to go, withdrew themselves from their respective partners and moved on to address the asses of Dmitri and Erik.

It defies the imagination to see how fresh Steve and Kyle still were after their first sterling performance on Greg and Brett. But somehow the two of them were up to the challenge. And so Dmitri and Erik were duly fucked and taken to heaven and back which ended the first round of this marathon of anal copulation. But after a short pause, Steve and Kyle were each to address the anuses of the two guys whom they had not as yet serviced. So Steve now went on to fuck Erik and Brett, whilst Kyle tended to the needs of Greg and Dmitri.

One might have thought, quite reasonably, that by the time Steve and Kyle came to their fourth and last fuck of the day, that they would have been exhausted by the sheer effort that any form of sexual intercourse demands. But not a bit of it! Steve fucked Erik and Kyle fucked Dmitri with the same vigour and with the same results as when they had started; so not one of the anal contributors to this totally unique wedding gift felt short changed.

And at the end of the day Steve had fucked Erik and Kyle had fucked Dmitri with the same enthusiasm and vigour as when they had first begun the marathon anal copulation session. So at the end of this marathon fuckathon, all four studs, Greg, Dmitri, Erik and Brett, had each been fucked twice: once by Steve and once by Kyle.

And as all of them later agreed this was the experience of a lifetime; never before had any of them experienced the intensity of the orgasms which Steve and Kyle gave them. They all knew and acknowledged that fact that when it came to cocksmanship, both Steve and Kyle were in a class of their own. They had taken all four of their partners to the hitherto unattained heights of gay anal sex; they truly were the nec plus ultra of gay cocks-men.

Erik, however, had not yet finished with his programme of group sex as he made Steve and Kyle lie down and allow their four guests to conclude the evening with a series of blow-jobs. And so what had been a remarkable wedding day for Steve and Kyle ended quietly with them having their cocks sucked off successively by their four guests.

Even Erik, who, one might have surmised, would have liked to address Steve and Kyle’s respective asses, realised that the marriage pair were by now physically exhausted, and so the occasion drew to a close. Steve and Kyle had booked a room at the hotel for their wedding night and as they fell, naked as ever, into bed together,

Kyle said to Steve, now his legal partner: “Steve, if it is not too much to ask of you, do you think that you could make love to me before we fall asleep. It is our wedding night and I would like to make it special. Steve I know we have sex regularly together but tonight is somehow special and I think we need to make it memorable.”

Steve of course was able to rise to Kyle’s request and in an act of gentle and loving, bare-back, anal sex, was able to take Kyle to the stars again. And of course, Kyle went on to accord Steve the same courtesy. So the two young men having more or less fucked themselves to a standstill serving their four guests at the reception were finally able to consummate their legal union as Steve and Kyle Shanit in the traditional way of newly-weds by fucking each other before, totally exhausted, falling asleep in each others’ arms.

To be continued as Episode 9