Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2003 05:40:44 +1100 (EST)
From: Edward Piera <sweet_stud_boy@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Jeremy's Present

All of the usual warnings apply. This work is not written for people under
the age of 18, or other ages of majority. If it is illegal for you to
access material of a sexual nature, then do not read this. Also if
homosexual sex offends you then do not read it, it has some in.

Copyright Ed. Piera 2003.

Please let me know what you think. sweet_stud_boy@yahoo.com.au

Jeremy's Present.

Jeremy had been one of my best friends for my whole life. We had lived next
to each other, went to school together, to college, and now lived in the
same apartment block. I came out to him before anybody else, and told him
that I fancied him, he was totally straight, but had no problem with this.
It was soon before my twenty-fifth birthday, we had a tradition of getting
each other really good gifts, and so when he lost his job, I knew he was
gutted about it. Little did I know that his brain was ticking away. We had
arranged to have lunch together, he was cooking which always got me
excited.

"Happy Birthday, David." He gave me a hug, and a card, the card was
home-made and showed off his creative skills perfectly. I was more than
happy with this, a meal you would happily pay good money for, and the
knowledge that somebody really loved me, if not erotically; but I knew that
Jeremy had a problem. "I've been thinking about your present."

"No need to worry about that, your friendship is worth more than any
present to me."

"I know, but it's just awful that I've got no money now. As I said, I've
been thinking, and you have two options. The first is the item I thought of
a while ago, but because of money that would have to wait for a couple of
months until I start my new job; the other is available on Saturday."

"What is the second option?"

Jeremy paused.

"Me."

"What?"

"The second option is me for a whole day."

"What?" I repeated myself.

"I know that you like good looking men, and as I'm one, you get me for a
day." It was starting to dawn on me.

"You mean get you." I paused, not wanting to offend him. "Get you in bed."

"Where ever you want me. Twenty four hours of me as your personal slave, to
do anything with."

"I don't want to let this get in the way of our friendship."

"I won't let it, if you won't. One day, and after it's over, we both forget
it ever happened." He really was serious. "So what's your choice?"

"Let me recap the choices. I either get to wait a couple of months for yet
another perfectly tasteful present, or get the best looking man for a whole
day on Saturday."

"I accept your flattery."

"I accept your offer for Saturday." Even as I said the words, I almost
wanted not to have said them.

The rest of the week dragged by, Jeremy was sticking to his promise of not
letting it get in the way, but I was thinking about him more and more
erotically. We talked about it briefly on Friday before we went out for a
few drinks with some friends. Our arrangement was that from ten o'clock on
Saturday morning until ten on Sunday, he was my personal slave; if anything
was beyond it for him then he would say so.

I found it impossible to get to sleep on Friday night thinking about the
morning, but finally dropped off in the early hours. We both kept the spare
keys to each others apartments, and so the first thing I knew in the
morning was Jeremy gently waking me. He had made breakfast for me, and once
I came round I remembered why he was there.

"I was afraid you would chicken out."

"I'm a man of my word." I started to eat my breakfast. "We forgot to agree
what I should wear yesterday. Now it's Saturday that means that you get to
decide."

"Certainly less than now."

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

He stood at the end of my bed and gave me a personal strip tease. First his
shirt came off over his head revealing the body that had never had a single
ounce of fat on it; then his jeans came down showing his well worked out
legs, and his boxers giving a slight view of what lay beneath. I had not
thought before that anything would take my attention away from food which
Jeremy had prepared, but this vision of loveliness entranced me. Stood in
his boxers, he was ready to go further, and I was ready to let him; first
revealing his tight ass buns, he then turned to show of the true crown
jewels; I had not seen his cock properly since we were about twelve, but
now I had a license to gaze as much I wanted, flaccid it was about six
inches and traced down over his large low-hanging balls, his foreskin stuck
out from the end slightly, and the trimmed pubes made it all perfect. After
stripping he stood facing me, not even trying to hide his cock.

"Come and sit on the bed." He sat next to me,, and helped me with
breakfast, pouring coffee and the like.

After I had finished I walked through to the bathroom, and he followed.
Before I could pull of the t-shirt and shorts I slept in, he intervened,
and did so for me. It was not a sexual act, but there were definite signs
of what we both expected to happen later. I needed to piss, but was
rock-hard after his show, and with anticipation.

"Jeez Jeremy, I can't piss with this boner, and it sure won't go down after
you flashed at me."

"Do you need some help?"

I nodded, and after lubing his hand, he started to wank me. As soon as I
realised it was him, I pretty much came straight away. He was clearly not
used to wanking somebody else, and with his looks had little need to wank
himself, but the feeling of his hands wrapped around my love tool was
driving me crazy. I tensed, and my cock exploded, shots of cum were flung
across the room. I pretty much collapsed due to the orgasm, but Jeremy
caught me, and the feeling of his flesh against mine was like lying on silk
sheets, with the addition of his warmth, and his love.

Once I had recovered, my cock had fallen to a flaccid state, and I started
to piss, Jeremy cleared the cum from the floor; then he started the shower.
Fortunately the shower in my apartment was big, Jeremy joined me, and he
washed me. He was soft and gentle massaging shampoo through my hair,
rubbing soap into my skin, then rinsing it off; no boy-friend could be more
loving about it. As he rinsed off my cock, I sprang another boner, he
carried on regardless.

Out of the shower Jeremy dried me, running the towel over me; the act
became sensuous. I looked straight into Jeremy's eyes and my heart melted,
I pulled his head close to mine, and started to kiss him, rather than the
reluctance that I had expected he responded, and as it was the same as
straight kissing, he knew his business. I started to grind my groin into
his, he followed suit. He was bringing together what he knew about straight
sex, what he enjoyed, and my example to form the greatest sexual
experience. His hands grasped at my ass, pulling me into him, his fingers
tracing up to my ass-hole, where I hoped to get his cock planted.

I pulled away before it could get beyond the point of no return.

"I need to keep my strength for later." Jeremy merely nodded. "How about a
shave?" Jeremy's mother was a cook and his father a barber, he had learnt
both trades. He sat me down on a chair.

"First we'll have to do something about your hair, if it air drys it will
be totally unmanageable." He grabbed the hair wax, and quickly ran some
through, then just slicked the hair back. "I thought you might want this,
so I am prepared." He had some heated towels ready, and soon was slicing
off my facial hair. Once it was all gone, he rubbed a balm in making my
whole face feel wonderful. "Anything else need doing?" He glanced down at
my pubes, I left them natural when I had no boy-friend, like now, but the
opportunity was too good to pass. Acting like a true professional he paid
no attention to my cock, but merely trimmed the length, and then shaped the
edges to a neat compact bush. Then he turned his attention back to my hair,
and without any directions from me, he styled it exactly as I did normally.

"I think that for this morning, we should stay naked, but it might get a
little chilly, so push the heating up a bit, and we can huddle together."

We went through to the sitting room, I passed him a film for us to watch
which he put in the VCR.

"You lie on the couch, and I will lie on top of you."

Once we were both ensconced, Jeremy's arm around me, holding me close, he
started the tape. As we lay and watched, he seemed perfectly at rest with
me next to him, his chest against my back, I could feel his heart beating,
and his skin was still perfectly smooth soft and warm. My ass was against
his groin, with his cock lying along the crack, our legs entwined, and
there we lay and watched. When the film ended, Jeremy gave me a kiss on the
neck.

"Lunch time."

Watching Jeremy cook was like watching a violinist, or a painter, the
artist at work, the feeling that something great is just pouring forth from
deep in their soul; and the sight of Jeremy naked was an added bonus.
Normally I would act as his assistant peeling vegetables and the like, but
today he would not hear of it. I merely sat as he moved around the kitchen
chopping, frying tasting. I watched transfixed as his cock leapt around
with his movements. Soon it was ready. He placed the plate in front of me,
and he actually fed me, I felt like some eastern emperor.

After lunch was cleared away, I decided that we should go out. I wanted to
wear the clothes that Jeremy had been in first thing, he dressed me. I like
the idea of my cock resting where his had been. I then gave him an outfit
of mine. I had bought it for cruising, because it accentuated the size of
your basket, and showed torso muscles very well, no boxers. Jeremy drove
the car, and rested his hand on my thigh when it was not in use; he was
treating me just like he would a girl-friend.

Jeremy did not like shopping, he was always brilliantly dressed, but would
take a tiny fraction of the time I would to choose anything; as such he
would complain if we shopped together, but today he followed me round like
a devoted boy-friend; when he wasn't looking I sneaked a pair of cuff-links
I knew he would like to say thank-you. He played the part of the gentleman
perfectly, carried all of the bags, gave appropriate advice; I could not
help feeling that the woman who got this man was truly going to be lucky.

We had coffee in a cafe, and he sat very close to me, and even rested his
hand on my thigh under the table. I was loving it.

When we got home, he started to unpack the bags for me, but I stopped him,
and pointed out that we were both fully clothed. First he repeated his
strip tease, and than stripped me, gently and sensuously pushing each piece
of clothing off.

Dinner was a repeat of lunch, and I loved every moment, afterwards I
decided on a porn film, we resumed the same positions as earlier. As the
film started, and the guys started to get into each other, Jeremy started
on me. His hands stopped merely resting across my torso, and started to
play with my body, moving down towards my cock, meanwhile he kissed my neck
gently. He ground his groin into my ass, which hardened his cock. By the
time the film was over, the five guys on it had all been done every which
way; and I was hot as hell.

I turned my head towards him, and we kissed again, our tongues playing with
each other fighting like mediaeval knights. I broke away to speak.

"Perhaps the bedroom would be more comfortable."

I rose, Jeremy lead me into the bedroom.

"I know that a slave should take orders from his master, but I think I know
what you want."

"Go ahead."

He pushed me onto the bed, and then climbed over me, and began to ravish
me; the fantasies I had had every spare night since I was fifteen were
happening. He lay on top of me, and we kissed again, our groins pushing
into each other, our chests leaning against each other, our lips pulled
tight. Jeremy pulled back, for a moment I though he was having second
thoughts, but as he started to kiss my neck, then my pecs, then he sucked
out both of my arm-pits, he worked down slowly, taking time to kiss every
inch of my flesh with his soft gentle lips. Once he had passed my navel, he
went to the side to avoid my cock, then when he reached my thighs, he
pushed them apart, giving him a clear view of my ballsac, he moving in
first kissed, then licked, and then sucked at this little bag. Moving up my
cock in three strokes, the top and the two sides, first kissing, then
licking. His head waited for a moment above the cockhead, he was looking at
it intently, this made me even more hot, and my cock twitched and a long
string of pre-cum oozed out.

"Let's not make a mess." He voice now sounded like pure velvet. He licked
up my pre-cum, appearing to savour the taste; then without warning he
kissed the very end of my cock, it drove me wild, I nearly came then and
there, but he had more in store for me. He clamped his lips around my
cockhead, and then ran his tongue all over it, before moving his whole
mouth downwards. When I had filled his mouth, he paused, and started to
breathe very deeply, and then without warning he started to deep-throat me,
he nose pushed right into the pubes he had trimmed earlier.

He continue the sweet torture for what seemed like ages, according to the
clock it was over half an hour; then he pulled off, and lifted my legs, now
it was my ass that was exposed. He moved in, and kissed each of my cheeks,
before moving in for the kill. His tongue started gently, but intensified,
pushing against my hole, lapping up my body scent. Again this sweet torture
continued for seeming hours; but too soon he came up, he kissed me, now I
could smell my ass on his mouth.

"Are you top or bottom?" The question surprised me.

"What?"

"Top or bottom? Your slave wants to know how to serve you best." This made
it sound like he, a straight guy, would let me fuck him.

"Both, but you fuck me first."

He reached for the lube and condoms he had placed by my bed, and lifted my
legs up again; rubbing more lube into my ass, even though it was well done
by his mouth, he pushed a condom down his cock, and lubed that too.

He placed his cock against my ass, and pushed gently, and then with growing
strength. Soon my well-fucked ass let him in. Starting gently he fucked me,
soon he was ploughing deep inside me, driving me mad, I cried out; then he
made it even worse, he looked at me, our eyes met, and the non-erotic love
we had added to the sheer sexual-power which was inside me, my cock was
pouring forth pre-cum like mad. I could feel from his rhythm that he was
getting close, when he cried out.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"

He rammed his cock as deep inside my ass as it would go and fell on top of
me. We started to kiss, as his cock still flooded my ass with his seed. He
pulled out of me, and removed the condom. I turned it inside out, and we
both ate his cum from it.

We both needed a rest after that; but soon he started again kissing me;
this time I wanted to get at his body. I sucked all over, pulled at his
nipples with my teeth, dug my tongue into his navel, licked out his
arm-pits, by now sweaty from his fucking; then I arrived at his cock. I was
like a seven year-old at Christmas, I wanted it all. I have had plenty of
practice, and put it all to use; running my mouth all over, swallowing,
deep-throating, playing with his balls. I decided that he needed to cum
again, and to cum in my mouth. I pushed him right to the edge and then
stopped, once, twice, three times, then on the fourth I didn't pull back, I
forged ahead, and sure enough his cock exploded for me, filling my mouth
with that beautiful seed. Jeremy cried out, I merely sucked hard to get it
all out. When I pulled off, we kissed again, sharing his cum. I paused.

"Are you sure you don't mind me fucking you?"

"I'm am your slave, you can tie me up and whip me if you want."

"Not really but that ass sure needs some attention."

I started by rimming him long and deep. Then lubing his ass, and my
condomed cock I started to push into him. He was clearly a virgin, and it
must have hurt him loads, but that was his love, and he made no sound. I
went as slowly and gently as I could, and eventually my cock was right in
his ass, like a sword in its sheath up to its hilt. I paused for a while
and we kissed passionately; I could feel his ass starting to relax, I took
this as the sign to move on. Starting with long slow strokes, I built up to
a real pace. I collapsed with literally no strength left as I filled his
ass, and cried out loudly. When I had recovered my cock was starting to
soften, so I pulled out and Jeremy removed the condom we shared the
contents of it again.

I glanced at the clock, it was now midnight, we had been having sex for
three hours. I merely leant against Jeremy and fell asleep, exhausted.

I am a light sleeper, and so when Jeremy moved during the night I woke. I
looked at the clock, and decided to wake him.

He took some time to come around, but realised quickly where he was.

"Yes master what can I do for you?"

"I've had an idea. We're going out."

It had always been a fantasy of mine, to watch the sun rise over the ocean
after having sex; we were about ten minutes drive from the east-coast, it
seemed ideal.

I told Jeremy to wear a pair of my boxers, and I wore his; it was summer
and so would not be too cold.

I drove, and he started to wank me gently as we travelled. When it started
to distract me I told him to stop, so he started on himself, that was even
worse.

There was no traffic, and so we arrived at the beach quickly.

"You know that you will do anything I say; what if I said to take off those
boxers now?"

"Sure." He started to pull them down, and stood in the car-park naked.

"Now to the beach."

Jeremy walked without the slightest hesitation about what I was doing. I
carried the boxers he had been wearing. We sat down on a large towel I had
brought, and I started to give Jeremy a blow-job. He rose to full height
quickly, and too soon my fun was going to be over, I stopped as a new idea
occurred to me.

"Go into the sea until it reaches your navel"

Obediently he walked out, even though the sea would be cold, he didn't
pause. I had to shout and signal so that he could understand me. I got him
to play with his nipples, this got me hard as a rock, and I started to rub
up and down; eventually I beckoned him out; his cock and balls had been
shrivelled up by the cold water. As I sucked on them again, they started to
come back to life, the salt taste soon died away. Before he came, I decided
that I needed him up my ass again. We lay down on our sides, and he
penetrated me, this time he had more confidence; as he fucked me he started
to wank me. The sky was starting to get lighter as he moved towards his
climax. He plunged deep inside me and his cock poured forth into me. He
pulled out, and started to suck at my ass, I had not given him a condom,
and so his seed was inside me, he sucked it all out, then at my direction
he sucked my cock, our two cums mixed in his mouth, and then he kissed me,
passing the juices into my mouth.

I lay in his arms as the sun rose.

I guessed that people would be around soon, so we went back to the car, and
drove into town. We went back to my apartment, I followed him up the
stairs, watching his ass cheeks, with his balls hanging down between his
legs; he had not asked for some boxers.

"The time is now quarter to nine. That leaves an hour and a quarter; what
would you like master?"

"A long romantic bath for two."

Jeremy ran the bath, and we got in. As he washed me, and I washed him, I
started to get aroused. We went back to my bedroom, and Jeremy looked at my
cock.

"I can think of three ways of dealing with that, which do you want."

I didn't say anything, but merely grabbed at his ass.

I lay on the bed, and he placed his ass hole over my now hard cock, before
sitting down, lowering himself onto me. Once I was inside him, we rolled
over, and I fucked him hard. After I had cum, and we had kissed, I fell
asleep. I woke at about midday, at first I thought it was a dream, but then
I saw the sandy towel.

Later that day I went to Jeremy's to have coffee; everything was back to
normal, he was my closest friend nothing more. As we were talking Jeremy
told me that to practice he had bought a dildo, and a hard-core porn film,
and asked an ex-girl-friend how to give blow-jobs; he really had put his
heart into it.

By next year, he had got a good job, and bought me a wonderful present, but
he also gave me a day as my slave. Once a year, right until he got married,
and then to make up for it, he gave me a long week-end away, as I was his
best man. We are still friends, he likes my boy-friend, and I like his
wife; but he would never sleep with anybody other than her; but I have my
memories.