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By the time I was sixteen, it was clear to one and all, that I would live my life as a gay man. I was not effeminate, but simply refused to play the pretense game, that so many unfortunate souls had to conform to. Luckily, my parents were very laid back and non-prescriptive. When I eventually ‘outed’ myself, it was a total non-event. I had never had proper sex at that age, but knew what did, and did not turn me on. I was attracted to boys, simple as that. Other than my sexual orientation, I lived life as any other boy would. I had no inclination to dress as a woman, and also like sport as much as the next guy.
I was equally comfortable discussing plant varieties, or paging through décor magazines. I excelled at art in high school, and wanted to become an artist. Sculpture, particularly interested me. After high school I enrolled at an art college. At the end of my first year, before I turned nineteen, I met Paul who became my first lover. He was suave and sophisticated, and in his mid-twenties. Paul held a managerial position, at a company that sold housewares. He had a lovely apartment, and after six months, I moved in with him. My parents were totally cool with the arrangement. Sex with Paul was wonderful, and I believed that I could not be any happier.
Fortunately, Paul got on very well with my parents, and our get-togethers were always very enjoyable. One and a half years later, I graduated from college. Paul was often away from home, because of his work, which afforded me ample time to dedicate to my sculpting. After six months as a full time artist, my work started being noticed. Not only was I starting to make a living, but I was also creating quite a name for myself. Unfortunately, my personal life took a turn for the worse at this point, when I discovered that Paul was having an affair.
A friend of mine alerted me to the fact, and after minor investigation, I found it to be true. My dad assisted me obtaining alternative accommodation. Without Paul knowing, I moved out. Upon his arrival home one evening, he found my note explaining all that needed to be said. He tried to contact me, but I simply cut him dead. For the next three months I worked my backside off, preparing for a solo exhibition which turned out to be a huge success. Paul attended the opening night. After congratulating me, I thank him before summarily moving off, to mingle with the other guests. I saw him sheepishly leaving ten minutes later. It is strange how the truth always outs; because I discovered that Paul had often been unfaithful during our relationship. Fortunately after blood tests, I was relieved to find that I hadn’t been positively infected by his promiscuity. Upon reflection, I also realized that he had been, ‘all sizzle, with very little substance.’
To cheer my good fortune, I decided to visit a gay bar the following Saturday evening. Having never been to a club, or bar, I checked out a gay magazine to select one to visit. With literally dozens of names, I decided to base my choice on a tried and tested method, the alphabet. The first name under the bar section was Abernethy. This bar was several stations away from where I lived, and at eight p.m. I entered the bar after a relatively short train journey. The neighbourhood was okay, but the bar had obviously seen better days, and was relatively empty. Upon inquiring from Des, the barman, why this was so, he told me that the clients only usually began arriving after nine-thirty p.m. Jovial as I was however, I was not going to let this unremarkable establishment spoil my evening. Fifteen minutes later a fireman joined me at the counter. He ordered a Coke, before engaging me in conversation.
Wes, full name Wesley, was a fireman at a local station, and would be reporting for duty at ten p.m. He was very handsome, with short dark hair and a full moustache. Wes stood 6’tall, and was fairly hunky. In his fireman’s overall, he appeared to have a very substantial bubble butt, which demanded ones attention. His hands were large, and his feet, judging by his boots were huge. In short, he was a walking wet-dream.
When I told him where I lived he asked, “Why did you decide to slum it tonight.” I was slightly taken aback, and explained the details of why I had chosen the bar. He then told me that the bar was named after some or other kind of biscuit. We continued chatting for the next hour and a half, swapping our life stories. At nine-forty p.m., he said that he had to head off to work. Having had my fill of the place, I left at the same time as him.
Before we parted company outside the bar, he asked me if I made a decent breakfast. Replying that I did, he asked for my telephone number, saying that he would put me to the test the following morning. On my way home on the train I wondered if I would see him. He was totally hot, and I hoped that I would receive a call from him. As I walked to my home I passed by my local fire station, which was a block and a half from my apartment. ‘Wouldn’t it be great if he were stationed there?’ I thought giggling.
I was awoken the following morning by a beep from my phone. The SMS confirmed our breakfast arrangement, and asked for my address. After furnishing the address with the local fire station as a marker, I presently received a reply stating, ‘see you at 8:30am.’
After Wes arrived on time, by motorbike, I presented him with a breakfast of note. As we ate I observed that he looked quite tired. His shift had been hectic, and he admitted that he could do with some sleep. I offered him my bed, as it was the only had one in the apartment. With a smile he asked, “Will I be safe using it?”
Jokingly I answered, “You are obviously a lot more powerful than me… ravaging you would be out of the question.”
After a shower Wes emerged from the bathroom completely naked. I almost fainted as I took in the magnificent specimen before me. He was a solid block of manhood, with a cock that would make a donkey envious. When he observed me staring at his uncut tool he quipped, “My butt is huge… because you need a big hammer to drive a large nail.”
Getting into my bed he was asleep soon after. On his rotational shift cycle, he was only due back at work on Monday morning. I popped off to the shops and returned a while later to attend to a few chores around the apartment. At around twelve p.m. he emerged from the bedroom wearing his boxer shorts. I made us a light lunch which we enjoyed with a beer. Wes was easy to converse with, and we effortlessly chatted about everything under the sun. He was twenty six years old, and had never been in a serious relationship. According to him he was always attracted to the wrong guys, and had therefore had only ever had short flings.
He paid me a very nice compliment saying, “Your ex must have had rocks in his head.”
When we moved through to the lounge later, he sat next to me on the sofa. There was an uncomfortable lull in our conversation, as he fixedly stared at me. Wes then drew me in close, and tilting my head towards him, kissed me gently. As our kissing became more intense, he pulled my T-shirt off me, before pushing me down on the sofa. Climbing on top of me he began kissing and licking my ears and neck. Wes then stood up and pulled me over his shoulder, before carrying me to the bedroom. I was placed on the bed, before he pulled the shorts I was wearing off me. When he dropped his boxers his enormous cock flexed upon its release.
Wes got on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his knees. As he continued to kiss me I was beyond excited, but somewhat nervous about the anal invasion that I anticipated would follow. Paul, my former lover, had the same size penis as me, but Wes made the two of us look like two twelve year old boys. After some time, he coaxed me onto my stomach, before moving down my body and giving me the most incredible rimming, I had ever received. After a while Wes asked for lubrication, which I fortunately had in a drawer next to the bed. He applied the lubrication to my backside, inserting one, then two fingers as he opened me up. He also generously applied the ointment to his cock.
Wes’ insertion was slow and patient, but still hurt like hell. With his body supported on his arms he skillfully invaded my hole inch by inch. When he had finally completed his invasion, he lay still on top of me for a short while. The sensation of his huge cock began to feel incredible, after the initial discomfort had worn off. Once he had ascertained that I was comfortable, he started a gentle pushing, and pulling motion, with his hips. The momentum of his action then gathered impetus, as he escalated to a more intense thrusting. The sensation was driving me wild, and I started whimpering like a baby. After whispering mild obscenities into my ears, I begged Wes to fuck me mercilessly.
Lifting himself up onto his arms, his cock assaulted me with force, before spraying his seed into my manhole. I ejaculated simultaneously all over the bed. We lay like that for a long while with Wes nibbling on my ears. Holding me down firmly he began to blow on my ears minutes later. The sensation of this was extremely ticklish, and as I began squirming and yelping, he tightened his grip on me, perpetuating my torment. With his right hand he located my armpit, to further escalate my suffering, as his tickling fingers drove me crazy. Squealing like a child I begged him to stop, and finally, to my great relief he relented.
“I think it is time to spray some more fire-squelching agent into your hot arse,” Wes said, before I felt his ample butt spring to life once more.
“Does my uptown boy want more of daddies fire retardant?” He asked, continuing before I could answer, “Should I soak your sizzling hole with my hose again baby?”
“Fuck yes… please… drench me daddy, my butts on fire,” I replied.
“Well then you are going to have milk my nozzle properly. Show me you want it… tighten your hole, prove to me you want me to douse your blaze.”
Wes began thumping into me, as I clenched my butt. Soon his thumps escalated to hammering as Wes went into overdrive, pistoning into me. I clamped onto his knob with all my might, sure that I would not be able to sit comfortably for the next few days.
“Argh…argh… argh,” he cried as a torrent of liquid spewed into my searing hole. Drenched in sweat, Wes collapsed onto my body groaning with exertion. “Fuck yeah… oh yes… that was fucking awesome,” he said panting like crazy.
Wes stayed for the rest of the weekend. I had never known that sex could scale the heights, I had experienced with him. Apart from the fucking, we also enjoyed each other’s company immensely. I wasn’t sure what would happen going forward, but hoped like mad I would be seeing more of him. I knew that my phone would become the centre of my universe, over the following few days.
I was equally comfortable discussing plant varieties, or paging through décor magazines. I excelled at art in high school, and wanted to become an artist. Sculpture, particularly interested me. After high school I enrolled at an art college. At the end of my first year, before I turned nineteen, I met Paul who became my first lover. He was suave and sophisticated, and in his mid-twenties. Paul held a managerial position, at a company that sold housewares. He had a lovely apartment, and after six months, I moved in with him. My parents were totally cool with the arrangement. Sex with Paul was wonderful, and I believed that I could not be any happier.
Fortunately, Paul got on very well with my parents, and our get-togethers were always very enjoyable. One and a half years later, I graduated from college. Paul was often away from home, because of his work, which afforded me ample time to dedicate to my sculpting. After six months as a full time artist, my work started being noticed. Not only was I starting to make a living, but I was also creating quite a name for myself. Unfortunately, my personal life took a turn for the worse at this point, when I discovered that Paul was having an affair.
A friend of mine alerted me to the fact, and after minor investigation, I found it to be true. My dad assisted me obtaining alternative accommodation. Without Paul knowing, I moved out. Upon his arrival home one evening, he found my note explaining all that needed to be said. He tried to contact me, but I simply cut him dead. For the next three months I worked my backside off, preparing for a solo exhibition which turned out to be a huge success. Paul attended the opening night. After congratulating me, I thank him before summarily moving off, to mingle with the other guests. I saw him sheepishly leaving ten minutes later. It is strange how the truth always outs; because I discovered that Paul had often been unfaithful during our relationship. Fortunately after blood tests, I was relieved to find that I hadn’t been positively infected by his promiscuity. Upon reflection, I also realized that he had been, ‘all sizzle, with very little substance.’
To cheer my good fortune, I decided to visit a gay bar the following Saturday evening. Having never been to a club, or bar, I checked out a gay magazine to select one to visit. With literally dozens of names, I decided to base my choice on a tried and tested method, the alphabet. The first name under the bar section was Abernethy. This bar was several stations away from where I lived, and at eight p.m. I entered the bar after a relatively short train journey. The neighbourhood was okay, but the bar had obviously seen better days, and was relatively empty. Upon inquiring from Des, the barman, why this was so, he told me that the clients only usually began arriving after nine-thirty p.m. Jovial as I was however, I was not going to let this unremarkable establishment spoil my evening. Fifteen minutes later a fireman joined me at the counter. He ordered a Coke, before engaging me in conversation.
Wes, full name Wesley, was a fireman at a local station, and would be reporting for duty at ten p.m. He was very handsome, with short dark hair and a full moustache. Wes stood 6’tall, and was fairly hunky. In his fireman’s overall, he appeared to have a very substantial bubble butt, which demanded ones attention. His hands were large, and his feet, judging by his boots were huge. In short, he was a walking wet-dream.
When I told him where I lived he asked, “Why did you decide to slum it tonight.” I was slightly taken aback, and explained the details of why I had chosen the bar. He then told me that the bar was named after some or other kind of biscuit. We continued chatting for the next hour and a half, swapping our life stories. At nine-forty p.m., he said that he had to head off to work. Having had my fill of the place, I left at the same time as him.
Before we parted company outside the bar, he asked me if I made a decent breakfast. Replying that I did, he asked for my telephone number, saying that he would put me to the test the following morning. On my way home on the train I wondered if I would see him. He was totally hot, and I hoped that I would receive a call from him. As I walked to my home I passed by my local fire station, which was a block and a half from my apartment. ‘Wouldn’t it be great if he were stationed there?’ I thought giggling.
I was awoken the following morning by a beep from my phone. The SMS confirmed our breakfast arrangement, and asked for my address. After furnishing the address with the local fire station as a marker, I presently received a reply stating, ‘see you at 8:30am.’
After Wes arrived on time, by motorbike, I presented him with a breakfast of note. As we ate I observed that he looked quite tired. His shift had been hectic, and he admitted that he could do with some sleep. I offered him my bed, as it was the only had one in the apartment. With a smile he asked, “Will I be safe using it?”
Jokingly I answered, “You are obviously a lot more powerful than me… ravaging you would be out of the question.”
After a shower Wes emerged from the bathroom completely naked. I almost fainted as I took in the magnificent specimen before me. He was a solid block of manhood, with a cock that would make a donkey envious. When he observed me staring at his uncut tool he quipped, “My butt is huge… because you need a big hammer to drive a large nail.”
Getting into my bed he was asleep soon after. On his rotational shift cycle, he was only due back at work on Monday morning. I popped off to the shops and returned a while later to attend to a few chores around the apartment. At around twelve p.m. he emerged from the bedroom wearing his boxer shorts. I made us a light lunch which we enjoyed with a beer. Wes was easy to converse with, and we effortlessly chatted about everything under the sun. He was twenty six years old, and had never been in a serious relationship. According to him he was always attracted to the wrong guys, and had therefore had only ever had short flings.
He paid me a very nice compliment saying, “Your ex must have had rocks in his head.”
When we moved through to the lounge later, he sat next to me on the sofa. There was an uncomfortable lull in our conversation, as he fixedly stared at me. Wes then drew me in close, and tilting my head towards him, kissed me gently. As our kissing became more intense, he pulled my T-shirt off me, before pushing me down on the sofa. Climbing on top of me he began kissing and licking my ears and neck. Wes then stood up and pulled me over his shoulder, before carrying me to the bedroom. I was placed on the bed, before he pulled the shorts I was wearing off me. When he dropped his boxers his enormous cock flexed upon its release.
Wes got on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his knees. As he continued to kiss me I was beyond excited, but somewhat nervous about the anal invasion that I anticipated would follow. Paul, my former lover, had the same size penis as me, but Wes made the two of us look like two twelve year old boys. After some time, he coaxed me onto my stomach, before moving down my body and giving me the most incredible rimming, I had ever received. After a while Wes asked for lubrication, which I fortunately had in a drawer next to the bed. He applied the lubrication to my backside, inserting one, then two fingers as he opened me up. He also generously applied the ointment to his cock.
Wes’ insertion was slow and patient, but still hurt like hell. With his body supported on his arms he skillfully invaded my hole inch by inch. When he had finally completed his invasion, he lay still on top of me for a short while. The sensation of his huge cock began to feel incredible, after the initial discomfort had worn off. Once he had ascertained that I was comfortable, he started a gentle pushing, and pulling motion, with his hips. The momentum of his action then gathered impetus, as he escalated to a more intense thrusting. The sensation was driving me wild, and I started whimpering like a baby. After whispering mild obscenities into my ears, I begged Wes to fuck me mercilessly.
Lifting himself up onto his arms, his cock assaulted me with force, before spraying his seed into my manhole. I ejaculated simultaneously all over the bed. We lay like that for a long while with Wes nibbling on my ears. Holding me down firmly he began to blow on my ears minutes later. The sensation of this was extremely ticklish, and as I began squirming and yelping, he tightened his grip on me, perpetuating my torment. With his right hand he located my armpit, to further escalate my suffering, as his tickling fingers drove me crazy. Squealing like a child I begged him to stop, and finally, to my great relief he relented.
“I think it is time to spray some more fire-squelching agent into your hot arse,” Wes said, before I felt his ample butt spring to life once more.
“Does my uptown boy want more of daddies fire retardant?” He asked, continuing before I could answer, “Should I soak your sizzling hole with my hose again baby?”
“Fuck yes… please… drench me daddy, my butts on fire,” I replied.
“Well then you are going to have milk my nozzle properly. Show me you want it… tighten your hole, prove to me you want me to douse your blaze.”
Wes began thumping into me, as I clenched my butt. Soon his thumps escalated to hammering as Wes went into overdrive, pistoning into me. I clamped onto his knob with all my might, sure that I would not be able to sit comfortably for the next few days.
“Argh…argh… argh,” he cried as a torrent of liquid spewed into my searing hole. Drenched in sweat, Wes collapsed onto my body groaning with exertion. “Fuck yeah… oh yes… that was fucking awesome,” he said panting like crazy.
Wes stayed for the rest of the weekend. I had never known that sex could scale the heights, I had experienced with him. Apart from the fucking, we also enjoyed each other’s company immensely. I wasn’t sure what would happen going forward, but hoped like mad I would be seeing more of him. I knew that my phone would become the centre of my universe, over the following few days.
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