Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2013 00:28:35 +0200
From: Fun Mammal <funmammal@hotmail.com>
Subject: Colleagues weekend off part 2

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Colleagues weekend off... part 2



I'd been trying very hard to recall my first time... with a guy that
is. And I actually managed to remember. I must have been about 17 at the
time, and although he was about a year younger, or two, he was actually the
trainer, and I was the trainee. I'm pretty sure, looking back now, 13 years
later, he had sucked more dicks at that time than I have right now, and as
a consequence, will in a lifetime. Not that it's frustrating. I had my
share, so I know as a matter of fact he was kind of a slut. Not kind of, he
was a slut, without a doubt. But he was a good teacher for sure. We hooked
up for a few weeks. I did him the first time in his bedroom, obviously in
his parents' place. And no, they weren't home. Neither did I run into a
horny well trained father with a 29inch cock who fucked me as hard as he
possibly could. Not at all. He was an average 15-year-old boy. Blond, blue
eyes, cute as hell, killer body, amazingly equipped, for a boy his
age. Smooth, born to give oral pleasure, and all the rest.

Anyway, I'm getting carried away. I very well remember the first time I had
sex with another male. And although he was an amazing teacher, and I was
more than keen on learning, and very, very willing, it was a
disaster. Getting a blowjob from a well trained mouth was new to me, at
that age. And even until today I have to admit I haven't met that many
people who are actually good at it, but that's again, another story. He
was, so it was with one word amazing. Only downside was that I didn't
actually cum, simply caused by nerves raging at a higher speed than
hormones.

Apart from the fact that it was awesome, because I had wanted it for so
long, it was terrible, period.

I could still see that magnificent piece of work right in front of my face,
waiting for my mouth to suck it off.  Of course I'd seen pictures, not
videos, they weren't so common back then, but plenty of pictures.  I'd seen
penises in all forms and sizes, so I was pretty sure I knew I'd knew what
to do when it came close.

"Just watch your teeth and you'll be fine"

The words snapped me back to reality. All of a sudden I saw the next step
of the evening again, being spread out, clearly, widely, right in front of
me. And although the people weren't the same, nor was the setting, I was
feeling memories coming back up. Well, that and some other inevitable
things. Memories that gave me one perfect idea of what was going on inside
Hans' mind right then. And truly, there is only one way to tell this story,
and that is through his mind, for now, from the top.

Although one half of my brain was asking "Hans, do you really wonna do
this?" the other one was screaming from its longs: "Come on man, what are
you waiting for, suck him for crying out loud"

No need in telling you that the latter won the fight as soon as the
trembling fingers of my right hand wrapped around his velvet like
shaft. Wow. I had dreamed and fantasized about this for years now. Not this
exact one, but touching another guy's genitals, for real.  And it was
everything I had hoped for. Apart from being smooth as silk, the throbbing
organ was rock hard underneath the skin, and pumping in my upward moving
hand with every single one of his rapidly following heartbeats.  Finishing
me off must have gotten him aroused, since a clear pearl of man nectar was
already growing on the tip. Instinctively, willingly, I lapped it up like I
was enjoying an ice cream on a hot summer day. The taste was surprising,
other than my own for sure, but not bad at all. Strange, I always thought
precum would taste the same on everyone. Clearly, I was wrong. It was a
strange mixture of sweetness with a hint of salt in it. But right now, it
was a divine aphrodisiac, melting on my tongue, almost forcing me to move
on with things. I looked up, my eyes wandering over his nicely toned body,
his abs indicating a certain amount of tension, but not completely
flexing. The little brown nipples on his, very well developed, chest stood
out proudly from the cool breeze every once in a while, combined with
excitement. His perfect lips were opened slightly, remembering me again why
I had fallen for this, and many other before him, guy.  The lower one
slightly thicker than the upper one, but probably only if you paid a hell
of a lot of attention into his face. His killer smile, always displaying
this very well maintained pair of teeth, had taken me off guard on more
than one occasion, and this one wasn't different. But it was his eyes that
finally did it for me. Azure blue, looking right down at me, investigating
the tip of my tongue as I was happily licking the liquid from his throbbing
boner.  I suddenly realized how I must look for him right now. Sitting on
my knees, naked, my mouth slightly opened, tongue sticking out, licking the
tip of his very hard cock, wrapped tightly by my right hand, as the other
one was stabilizing myself on his right, very well formed, hip. He didn't
even need to speak, or ask, to convince me. Just the look was enough.

And that's when it hit me. I was about to give my very first blowjob. To a
gorgeous man I adored and envied in every possible way at the same
time. Finally! Seven years of watching gay porn, studying every detail in
technique, would finally pay off. I was pretty convinced I knew exactly
what to do. After all, I have one of these, and although it had only been
sucked for the very first time five minutes earlier, I knew exactly what
feels good on it. So no way I could fail, right?

Right. Or not... "Awww, watch your teeth man!!" Damn!! This was exactly
what I wasn't planning to do. He actually pulled my face off of his dick
the moment I finally let it slide in between my lips. Carefully focusing on
pleasuring it, I had clearly forgotten the first rule in blowjob
art. Stupid moron I was, as always. I actually wanted to drop out, tell him
it was a mistake. That I wasn't gay, and never should have been here in the
first place. All I could say, or try to was a lame "Sorry, I..." until I
felt his strong hand on the back of my head, as he looked me straight in
the eye again. "It's ok, just watch your teeth and you'll be fine" So I
slid my lips back over it. He wasn't forcing me, but come on, what was I
supposed to do? Back out, again? No way. I wanted this, more than
anything. I would have sucked any dick if the opportunity would arise. And
here was an amazing looking blue eyed stud, stark naked, 18 cms of perfect
man tool right at my lips, and I was actually thinking about dropping out?
No way in hell. The swollen head sunk back in between my lips, and the
tension on the back of my head softened. Very carefully. Don't hurt this
piece of art again Hans. Down. That's it. He ain't that big. Yes he is! I
almost chocked to death right on the spot. Couching and near to puking I
pulled off. Tears forming in my eyes. I was about to cry. What the hell?
How does Kyle Ross make this look so god damn easy? It felt like he was
pushing a deo spray can down to my throat. "I'm sorry" I coughed again "I'm
not sure I can..." He interrupted me.  I couldn't blame him. I'd gotten him
that horny, so I couldn't back out now.  And if it was this difficult, I'd
rather have him teach me, right here, right now. "Yes you can buddy" he
said, sounding almost understanding. "Just don't try to take it all at
once, start with the tip, until your mouth gets used to it, all right? Then
take it deeper step by step. Don't forget to breathe. When you're about to
gag, pull off. Try it a few times, explore your limits, and than try to act
as if you're gonna swallow it. Get your reflexes under control, little by
little. Ok?" All I could do was nod. The object of desire was slowly
turning into my worst nightmare. And it was obviously clear from the look
in my watery eyes. "Hans, you don't have to do this if you don't want
to". I was sitting back up now, both my hands resting on his knees, where I
was sitting in between. He was leaning forward, inches away from my worried
face. God those eyes. His cheekbones, that perfect straight nose. I must
have looked like a little boy slut, sitting in between his legs. I felt
like an idiot. "I'll like you no matter what." Although the touch was
brief, hardly noticeable, I would remember the taste on his soft lips
forever. A fine mixture of his unique taste as everyone has one, and the
bitterness of his beer. The soft way his strong fingers manipulated my
still damp hair, and the way he looked in my eyes. All I could do was nod,
and try to squeeze out a fake smile. "I have to learn some day, right?"

He smiled, probably knowing very well what the effect would be, and leaned
back on his hands again. I did as he told me. Little by little my lips
explored the rest of his manhood. I actually started to enjoy the way this
felt, not to mention the absolutely intoxicating smell filling my nose
thrills. A fine masculine flavor was added to the Dove shower gel he had
just thoroughly washed himself with before coming out to join me and Frank.

"Shit, Frank" I thought. I had completely forgotten about him. No way of
backing out now. The moment I had tasted the first hint of Joren's body
liquid, the world around us had stopped turning. It was just me, him and
his dick. So here I was, on my knees at the foot end of the lounge
chair. My red briefs still around my ankles. Bending over, my hands resting
on those strong hips, as I had about half of his penis inside my
mouth. What felt like my stomach actually. I always thought deep throating
would be easy, but this was absolutely the best I could do, being on the
limit of throwing up. But it was getting exiting at a level I had never
experienced. So while I was sitting there, I realized the view our
purchasing manager must have, sitting right behind me. I had just removed
every single hair from between my legs and buttocks, and now feeling the
cold breeze in between, I had a pretty good understanding of what was on
display. My most secret place of all, never seen by anyone other than my
mom about 24 years ago. But a place I sure know I like to see on a guy. And
I was pretty sure that Frank liked it as well. Besides, after this
afternoon, I completely trusted him, and if he had really wanted, he
could've been fucking my brains out by now. But he wasn't. Still, he was
there. I tried to stick out my bum a bit more, arching my back, a bit
more. Trying to take in this magnificent piece of manhood, a bit more, and
felt my own growing between my legs, a bit more. I felt a bit like a slut,
but it sort of excited me. This morning I'd never been naked in front of
any living creature, and here I was, almost on all fours, sucking a huge
(according to my opinion, although mine was just as big) penis, rolling his
testicles in my hands, looking seductively in the guy's eyes, my lips
obscenely spread around his flesh, showing off my naked butthole for
everyone, well, one, to see. I think we can speak of an improvement
here. But my face muscles were complaining. I wasn't use to performing this
amount of suction at such a short period of time, and my jaws were actually
hurting by now. But Joren was moaning in excitement now, no longer looking
at me, his head tilted backwards in ecstasy. Mouth half open. Both his
masculine hands resting in my brown hair, casually, for a while.  "Oh yeah,
that's it buddy" he moaned. I knew he was close. Thank god. I loved it,
every second of it, but it was enough, more than enough. I was actually
almost glad it was almost over. "Mmmmfuckyeaaah" this was not a moan, but a
growl. The pressure on the back of my head increased, hard! All I could do
was let him in, further, all the way. At the moment his shortly trimmed
pubes were starting to tickle my nose, I was convinced I was going to die
on the spot. Not from passion, from suffocation! But it only lasted a
second. I was taken too much by surprise to actually gag. I had swallowed
the thing by reflex, clearly causing the required effect. As soon as he let
go, and I pulled off, my mouth was being filled. I knew exactly what it
was. The salty thick liquid was quite familiar. I had tried it more than
once. I had come this far, and I wanted to finish it the right way. So I
started swallowing. But it was more than I could take, probably because I
was still trying to recover from the invasion. A little bit of semen was
dripping from the corners of my lips onto my chin and finally his smooth
balls as I pulled off completely.

This was not what I had expected.  I loved it, every second of it, until it
was over. He was now satisfied. And I felt like a complete whore. They
would probably make a fool out of me for the rest of my career. What the
fuck had I done? Where had I gotten myself into?

I almost broke my neck pulling up my briefs, ignoring Joren behind me,
almost begging me to come back.

"Leave him dude" was the last I heard. I never even paid attention if Frank
had gotten off during my little whore-show. For all I knew he'd filmed the
whole thing and I would be on some gay twink site the day after. Fuck fuck
fuck. Why did I always have to be so stupid?

"Hey hey hey" The young man was trembling when I touched him, almost
jumping from his skin. "Calm down buddy, it's ok." Thank god he wasn't
crying. Instead he was pouring a glass of Jack Daniels into his throat
before he turned around. His face filled with anger.

"You enjoyed your little show?" he hissed between his teeth. "I should have
know I couldn't trust you"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You think I don't know what this is all about?" he was furious.  >From all
the things I had expected that might happen, this wasn't one. "What the
fuck Hans, calm down"

"Calm down, why? So you can convince me to do you as well. Your own private
virgin cocksucker?"

It must have been the look in my eyes, or my face in general, that finally
calmed him down. I'd let him scream for a few minutes, knowing it wasn't
worth putting up a fight. He needed to cool down first, before I'd be able
to sink in to in. But in the end there was only one thing I could try to
temper his fury. My hand, softly, honestly, touching the side of his face,
before my lips touched his, were calming enough. I had pulled him close,
without any force, just a gentle direction, closing him in. The taste of
his tongue, when it finally slipped in between my lips, was perfect in
every way. He allowed me in, and I was fully aware how big a deal this was
for him. After all, I was most likely the very first man he ever
kissed. And although I was sure it wasn't his first kiss in general, I knew
from a personal experience that french kissing a man is absolutely not
comparable with kissing a girl or woman. There was a lack of softness
around the lips, even when he was freshly shaven. You're always feeling
that, sometimes almost impossible to notice, touch of stubble. Even that
little aspect of homosexual activity was weird and new in itself, just as
confusing as giving head or touching another man's genitals. It was a mixed
feeling between wrong and right, between good and perfect. He allowed me
in, giving it a chance, indicating that he liked it, but the fact he wasn't
reaching out completely made it very clear he was still a bit skeptical or
even on alert.

"Look Hans" I softly said as I broke away from our first kiss, still gently
stroking the side of his face. "You're an amazing young man, and I really
started to like you the past few weeks." I wasn't sure if he would believe
me, or simply think I was about to pull off one of my manipulative
stunts. But it was worth the shot, and seemed like the only possible way
out of this. "And I think I can speak for Joren as well" I continued. He
looked at me somewhat puzzled, his mind racing to place the whole situation
in a reasonable perspective.

"He just forced his thing up my throat Frank." Although his voice was still
sounding quite pissed off, I could see from his hazel brown eyes that
inside he was calming down, actually allowing the truth a shot.

"I know, and I understand how it must make you feel."

"How can you know that?"

"Quite simply, because I went through it myself, in a distant past." It was
nothing more than, again, the truth. I admit I'd been several years
younger, but still I'm convinced that the strange feeling overwhelming me
right after the first time, must be very close or even identical to what he
was feeling right now. "But that doesn't mean he did it to hurt or
humiliate you" I tried to explain. "He got carried away, just like every
healthy bisexual guy would get if he was getting a blowjob from a gorgeous
young man as you." I wasn't lying. In my taste, he was a beautiful young
man, worth loving, and someone some day would. And all Joren was most
likely trying to do was trying to help him making sure that, whomever that
would be, wouldn't be scared off by his inexperience.

"You think I'm gorgeous?" I knew he was testing the waters, trying to see
how much of my words were true. "Yes I do, more than you can ever imagine"
I whispered in his ear, softly kissing his cheek. "But you're not gay, I
mean, you're married?" I had learned through the years that bisexuality is
very difficult for people to understand, particularly gay people oddly
enough.  And Hans, still trying to figure things out himself, probably torn
apart by mixed feelings, was no different. "Yes, I'm married, and I love
Christine with all my heart, but that doesn't mean I can't like guys
either." I smiled, looking outside the kitchen window. Joren had put his
boxers back on, focus on infinity, probably going through a whole bunch of
mixed feelings himself. "And I think he is no different. Like I said, he
got carried away, and I can easily understand, but I know the guy well
enough to know he'd never do that on purpose, let alone to humiliate or
hurt you, and he was most likely already regretting it the moment he was
going through what I reckon to be an amazing orgasm."

Hans grinned. "I did make him cum quite hard, didn't I?" Apart from all the
feelings of guilt he was going through, he did reckon he must had done a
great job to have made him cum so fast, and was naturally proud in a way.

"You sure did" I smiled back. "I tell you what, take another Jack, get back
out there, and hear out what he has to say. I promise you won't regret it."

"Are you coming with me?"

"No, I think this is something the two of you have to work out by
yourselves. So I'm gonna grab a shower to rinse off this mess." Looking
down Hans realized he had actually ignited two male orgasms. A little fact
that was only adding to his self-confidence. "Go get him tiger" I winked,
and wandered off, leaving him alone in the kitchen, to face his emotions at
his own pace.

The hot water on my skin was liberating. I rinsed off the remains of my
climax, and allowed the water to almost sip into my mind, thinking things
over. I had almost been tempted to take things further with the young
fellow earlier that day, but had stopped just right in time. Afterwards I
had witnessed how he had reached his first orgasm ever triggered by another
person, who was actually a 25-year-old man, one of my own analysts, who had
only been working for me since a few weeks. Then, to make things worse, I
had allowed the two to take things further. I had watched the young man
performing his first attempt of oral pleasure with success. In the meantime
I had been enjoying the scène in front of me with great interest, and
lust. I had been stroking my own excitement, first slowly, as he was
bumbling to get the job done properly.  Along the way, Hans had allowed his
knees to part slightly more, and it even looked like he was pushing back
his bum to be on full display, putting on a show for me, knowing fully what
I liked in a guy, and what his assets were. He had arched his back, as I
had seen hundreds of well trained twink porn stars do online. That,
combined with the slurping sounds coming from Joren's groin, and the way
his muscular body was reacting on the ministrations of Hans' tongue, had
been enough to send me over the edge, and explode my climax all over my
chest and stomach. I'm sure neither of them had heard me moaned, as my own
orgasm had come just seconds before Joren had unleashed inside Hans'
willing mouth.

Rinsing off the shower gel from my still slightly excited body, I realized
there was absolutely no way in denying the fact that I was somehow getting
involved. I was being dragged into a situation that I, in all honesty, had
triggered myself. I had set this whole scene in motion, and I wasn't
exactly sure how to move on from here. Obviously my body was screaming to
take full advantage, and to finally grab the opportunity I had been waiting
for for months now. But my mind was telling differently. Not only did I
absolutely not want to cheat on my wife, I also wanted to avoid being
trapped in a fucked up situation with one of my most valuable team
members. But how can a man that had been lusting for this exact window of
opportunity for more than seven years, say no to such a dream
scenario. Closing my eyes to allow the water to run over my face, I could
only see Joren next to the pond. Naked, perfect as I had always hoped he
would be. Oddly enough, this was the first time I actually liked a full
grown man. Before that, it had always been the Hans kind of boys.  Far from
being a child, but not really a man yet either. Limited body hair, quite
skinny, puppy eyes, not a strong beard, all aspects in boys like Hans I had
always adored more than anything in the world. And then he came
along. Hitting me hard.

Joren was a man. At 25 still young, but he was a man in every sense of the
word. His body structure was at the prime of its development. He wasn't
smooth, but kept his body hair very well maintained. A small trimmed
treasure trail running to his belly button. A slight hint of light hair in
the middle of his chest and around his small nipples. Muscular thighs and
calves, not to mention the quite broad shoulders, or the way his the
muscles around his ribcage were showing off without being too
prominent. His ass was nothing like that of a boy. It was firm and present,
and he knew it. Being probably around two or three sizes smaller in waist,
he was the perfect combination of muscled, well trained, male body
structure and an understanding, loving, but sometimes stern, look on his
face.

Whatever I try to say, I have to admit that I was just as lost as Joren
was. I had never fallen for a real man before. It had always been the boy
next door types, something that had started to worry me more and more over
the past few years. But now I actually started to understand why women
liked men so much. Still that doesn't mean I would ever be able to share
their forgiveness on male imperfection. I was Michelangelo's biggest fan,
when it came to male nudity that is. I admired the male anatomy in such a
way that it was driving my judgment to near to impossible for most western
men. Myself included. But that of course leads to the discussion of
defining male perfection.

Oddly enough, for women in my life it had always been different.  Of course
I like to look at perfect set of girl legs when they walk by underneath a
short skirt in summer time. And of course I appreciated the perfect female
anatomy in male magazines as much as the next guy. But it had never been an
aspect for me that would make attraction stand or fall. Emotions had always
been of just as much, or even more, importance as physical perfection. And
that's probably one of the reasons I had never actually been in a
relationship with a man. The idea of him growing into a non-perfect old
man, scared the hell out of me. That had never been the case with women. I
had always appreciated an older woman who took care of herself, and admired
the wonderful combination of life experience and physical attraction.

But now I was lost. Drying off my, far from perfect body, I decided to call
my wife. For years we'd been open with each other. She knew me more than
anyone else, and was the one and only person I would trust my life with. If
I was about to go down this road, I needed to be sure she was still ok with
that. That she wouldn't be heartbroken afterwards. That she'd realize it
was complementary to her, not replacing any part of her in any way. There
was not a single aspect of her that could ever be replaced by one of
Joren. But yet again, that worked the other way around as well. There was
nothing about the attraction from him, which she'd ever be able to
replace. It was adding up to perfection really. But unfortunately,
impossible to combine into one person. I know it's hard to understand. But
try explaining it...

Looking outside the window, I dialed Christine. The conversation started as
usual. How was it? Great! How was your day? Quite ok as well, went
shopping.... You know, the usual suspects. And then the million dollar
question came. "So, what are the other two doing?" I hesitated for a
moment, but decided the truth was the only option right now. So after
telling her that they were outside, drinking bacardi cola in the evening
sun, stark naked, following the whole story that took place that afternoon,
the line went mute. "Are you still there?"

"Yeah, sorry, yes I'm here" She answered. Strangely enough she didn't sound
mad the slightest bit. "So what are you still doing here?"

"What do you mean?" I was confused. Well, more than just confused.  I
expected her to be furious, or at least something coming very close to it,
but she acted like this was the most normal situation in the world. "You
perfectly know what I mean, we've been through this before. As long as you
keep it safe, and you promise me that this is a purely physical thing, I
want you to have some fun. Both boys are cute enough, and I know they can
give you pleasure I never will. I know your heart is mine, and I don't
doubt you for a second. As long as we are confident we can keep this open
way of communication alive, and you'll come to me the moment things are
worrying you, I'm fine with it...  Occasionally."

Now it was my turn to slip into silence for a few seconds. "Are you
serious?" I must have had some doubt in my voice. "I mean, I know we've
been through this before, but I also know you see sex as an interaction
between two people that can only come from love"

"Yes, I do, and honestly, I still wonder how you can do this with someone
you don't love with all your heart. But I also trust you to the grave.  And
the fact that you took the effort to call me, explain the situation,
without even considering the fact of asking my approval, tells me more than
my own limited view on things. I know you weren't planning on doing
anything behind my back. So how can I not trust you for even a split
second?" She had a point for sure, but still it felt awkward. Yes, we'd
been through this before, true, but still there was a big difference
between discussing something and actually changing into reality.

After she'd hung up, I sat there, quietly, looking at the screen of my
phone in amazement. This went completely different than I had expected.
She actually gave me a free ride with two of the most handsome young men
I'd ever met. I would be lying if I'd say I was giving it some second
thoughts. I tried to, though, but didn't for real. The moment she'd hung up
the phone after telling me how much she loved and trusted me, my mind was
made. I'd been dreaming about this day for a long time, and there wasn't
any way I would let this opportunity pass without even trying what it would
bring.

"What took you so long, jerking off again?" Hans grinned.

"No, I was talking to Christine actually" I casually answered, causing his
smile to fade. I had a serious look on my face, and he looked at me puzzled
while I sat down on the empty lounge chair, filling my glass with quite a
large amount of rum, and looked back at both questioning looks. "What,
she's my wife, what did you expect?" Of course I fully understood their
confusion, but didn't know what to tell them, really. I decided to change
the subject, before more question were raised. After what had just
occurred, and having no clue how the talk between them went, I wasn't quite
ready to tell them I was actually hoping to get things moving even further.

"So, you guys seem to get along again?" Now it was my turn to smile, and
luckily they took the bait.

It was Joren who first started talking, looking to Hans carefully, then
back to me. "I kinda got carried away or something" he explained, as he had
just explained him during my absence. "I never meant to hurt anyone,
especially not him" His gaze shifted back to the smiling young man next to
him.  "Sorry again if I took you off guard"

"Well, that's settled than, nice!" I really didn't want this to turn into a
big emo scene. Right now, sitting here in nothing but a towel, talking
wasn't my main priority. Although I loved talking, to both of them, what I
wanted right now was to fulfill my long lost desire.

"I'll tell you what, I'll order some pizza, grab a bottle of wine, while
you handsome guys take off your ridiculous attempt to cover parts that were
uncovered way too often, and way too obvious today to still wear them to
begin with, and hop into the jacuzzi." I didn't wait for an answer, and
walked back inside, draped in nothing but a virgin white towel, hanging
softly onto my buttocks, to find some wine, hoping that the one pizzeria in
the area would still be open from the last time I had been here.

Luckily, it was. The white Chardonnay I had fine was a perfect fit, and the
quick scoop over my body of the young pizza delivery guy was a pleasant
surprise. No, I didn't invite him in, so I don't know if this latino boy
was as perfect as he seemed dressed in his ancient uniform. It would have
been an easy road to go to, at least on paper. But no, I didn't. Instead, I
joined the guys, already enjoying the warm bubbling water, and hopped in.

There is this thing about hot tubs.  Apart from the fact that it's muscle
relaxing, or relaxing in general, it gives this sort of weird vibrations in
between your legs. If you're naked, at least. Knowing that Hans had never
been naked before, and had just shaved his private area for the first time,
I was absolutely sure he was hard as a rock, and since no one could see it,
enjoying it to the fullest. His left hand dropped underneath the surface
occasionally, giving himself a playful stroke, almost absent minded. Man
this pizza was good.  And it seemed like I wasn't the only one who thought
so. I dropped the boxes on the tiles next to the tub, and raised my glass.

"To new friends, with new benefits?" It was a long shot. We hadn't
discussed anything. It had more been missiles lost or something, but it was
worth the shot.

"You guys know truth or dare?" Mister boyscout obviously wanted to share,
or figure out, some secrets. And I was game. For months I'd been trying to
figure out who that person behind the piercing blue eyes really was, and
Hans' proposal was music to my ears. We decided to go clockwise, and I was
up first.

"Truth" Although I realized Hans was probably going for an exciting game of
some physical exploration, I wanted to test the waters first, and decided
to go for the easy one to start with. Rule was the last one who answered
got to challenge the next one, and since we were going clockwise, Joren was
the one who would be starting with the first question.

"How many sexual partners have you been with so far?" It was an easy one. A
classic even, and not hard to answer. Although I'd been quite active,
sexually, for years before I'd met Christine, I perfectly knew how many I
had been with. "Twenty-one" I answered in all honesty, not sure if it would
make me sound like a brag or a slut. "Boys or girls?" Joren asked?

"That's to questions. Hans, truth or dare?"

"Truth" Seemed like our hero was about to hold back until someone else
would take things up to a new level.

"Who's your favourite porn star?" Not that I really cared, but given the
fact he was still a virgin, I didn't want to embarrass him by bringing up
the subject of his sexual, non existing, experience. Apart from that, I had
to admit it would give me some insight in his sexual taste.  Something that
always interests me in a person I think is attractive. Besides, given the
fact he was indeed so inexperienced, I'd guess he'd know just as much, and
probably more, about porn than the next guy.

"Alexsander Freitas" He answered, turning red. He was honest for sure, but
the answer surprised me. I mean, Alexsander was a 39 year old hunk. All
muscle, covered in quite a lot of tattoos. Very muscular, stubble beard,
nice facial features, but too old for my taste. Since it was a one question
a time rule, I couldn't ask who his favorite co-actor was, unfortunately,
since that would easily answer the question in which role he'd see himself
when it would come to sexual dominance. But considering the videos I had
seen from this man, I had a pretty good idea already.

"Dare" Joren was, as expected, the badass guy who decided to turn the
tables to the real deal. He must have known Hans would ask him something
sexual. I mean, once in your twenties, challenging your buddy to run around
the yard naked was a bit childish. Especially since, apart from riding our
bikes, we hadn't had much clothes on the whole day anyway.

"Kiss Frank for a full minute." He grinned.

"But..." Joren objected "dude, he's my boss." He was hesitant.  "He's right
mate, I am his boss, and I don't want him to do this if he doesn't want to,
it would make things awkward for a long time in the office" Hans was
looking a bit disappointed, but didn't object to my argument. He knew I was
right. The whole game was supposed to be fun for everyone, not to make
situations even more difficult once this night was over. But his
disappointment faded straight away as soon as Joren loosely grabbed my
chin, and turned my face towards him.

Oh man. I had kissed guys, more often than you could imagine. But clearly I
had forgotten how amazing it was. Especially that first one. I deeply
inhaled that very familiar scent, as I felt his tongue slip in between my
lips for the very first time. Once my amazement was over, I started kissing
him back. The guy was an expert. No penetration of my throat, nor saliva
running down our chins from trying to swallow mine. It was a soft, tender
kiss. Filled with passion that wasn't love. Every few seconds our lips
would disconnect for a very brief moment, when just our tongues touched,
right before feeling his soft mouth again on mine. I softly bit his lip,
playfully, as my hands rubbed his thighs unconsciously. Both raising our
heads at the same time, our bottom lips were softly pulled down by the
other's, right before matching all four again, tongue tips reconnecting
once more, as his hands mimicked mine. I was at full mast in a split
second, and his strong hand sliding in between my thighs underneath the
water, gently rubbing my testicles, almost made me cum right on the
spot. Instead I moaned in his mouth, and Hans announced we had passed the
test. Twice... As I opened my eyes again, and stared into those blue ponds
of mystery, I realized that I needed more of this man. I needed to get to
know him. There was a connection I couldn't explain. Still, even after that
kiss, not love, not as I love Christine. But still more than just simple
plain lust.  It was an electricity I couldn't explain.

"You're up" Hans said, with a shaking voice. He had felt left out, most
likely, and wasn't sure if he'd be able to keep this game, that was
initiated mainly for his pleasure, going further for long.

"Dare" I smiled back at him, switching my look to Joren's eyes
briefly. Hoping he would put the pieces of the puzzle together. Not that
I'm comparing myself to someone as Aleksander Freitas, not even close, but
I did realize that, for Hans, I must seem like a pretty powerful
person. And my guess was this would add to his phantasy about me.

"Finish Hans of in five minutes" he said. Easy, the boy was probably on the
edge anyway, and taking his balls in my hands would most likely ignite the
fireworks right away. "With your hands behind your back." He added, now
grinning. "Hans, why don't you sit on the edge.

The boy was amazed, surprised, excited, all those feelings at once,
again. At the moment he sat down on the edge, thighs spread, feet still in
the hot moving water, I realized I hadn't seen him fully naked and aroused
since he'd taken care of his little private rain forest. I must say, my
analyst turned out to be quite the teacher. I liked smooth. Well, I hate
pubes in my mouth, that's for sure. And the equipment on display for me was
pure perfection. His testicles were hanging low in their package, loosened
up by the warm water, the left one being slightly lower than the right
one. I loved the paleness of his white skin next to it, but that was
nothing compared to the throbbing piece of manhood pointing towards the
darkening sky. Although it was bended slightly to the left, it was pure
male perfection. A perfect match in length, girth and shape. Bended upwards
quite significant at the base, turning into a perfectly softened curve once
closer to the swollen head. A darkish pink, but not a knob like a an apple
in a baby's hand. Just a little thicker, just enough to make it worth
giving it a closer inspection.

As Joren tied my hands behind my back with the towel I'd left next to the
tub, I approached my field of desire. He wasn't tasting like anything else
than chlorine really, but in this case it was the texture of the skin that
stamped the excitement. "God I've missed this" was the first thought
shooting through my mind as I let my warm lips slide over his wet shaft. I
guess giving oral pleasure is a bit like riding a bike. It's very difficult
to learn, but once you've been told all the tricks, it's something your
mouth will never fail you on. And I was there to prove it. In one very
slow, but determined, movement I sucked his whole piece of desire inside. I
loved it, every single aspect of it. It almost felt like homecoming day or
something. Probably because I so intensely like being blown myself, I knew
very well what extreme pleasure I was giving the young man. And the moans
above me indicated I was right. Just as slowly I let it slip back out,
teasingly, before I stuck out my tongue, and licked the long shaft from the
base all the way up to his tip. Not hard, just a teasingly feathery touch
really. Slowly sucking the head back in, before moving back in between his
legs. "Pull up your knees" Normally I would do this myself, but since my
hands were tight, I wasn't exactly capable of forcing anything. Hans
happily obliged, and rested his heels on the edge of the tub, spreading his
knees even further apart, allowing me visual access to his virgin private
little secret. If you've never tried this, this will probably sound
repulsive, if you have, you'll feel some enlargement in a certain area
right now, as you'll probably remember the way you enjoyed it your first
time. The soft touch of my tongue could just have been a jolt of
electricity. Every single muscle was tensed, and the soft "Oh my gooood"
coming from the head being thrown backwards, made it clear enough that he
would love this very personal, very intimate, way of pleasuring another
male for every day yet to come. On the other hand, I didn't want to scare
him off by going for his anus right away. Besides, I like the rest just as
much. As I lapped his testicles inside my mouth, rolling them around with
my tongue, one by one, I could see the clear pearl of love liquid running
down the shaft. I didn't want to waste a drop of nectar from this sweet
boy, so I once again slid my lips over his shaft, and started to work my
way in a steady rhythm up and down. Not too fast, but enough to keep him
excited, and right on the edge. Going all the way with every slip, I was
sure he could feel my throat muscles working with every invasion. Without
gagging, holding it there for three or four seconds before pulling back
off.

I would have loved to stretch this, and could have, but clock was
ticking. "Only half a minute boss" Joren laughed. He was pretty convinced
he had drained everything there was to get from the exhausted boy. But he
was wrong. Three more strokes and Hans was screaming even louder than his
last orgasm. And he squirted like a fire hose. I swallowed most of it, but
kept the last few drops in my mouth.

"How do I know you weren't faking it?" he laughed.

The kiss wasn't something he had expected, but he also didn't freak out
when he was tasting the warm semen on my lips and tongue.

"Good job boss" he said, kissing my lips for the first time.

"Hell yeah, that was awesome" Hans sighed. "Anyway, my turn, right? Dare"

Now this was heading the right direction. I was about to give the young
fellow, who had just dumped his load in my mouth, an assignment he'd never
forget.