Date: Wed, 21 Jan 2004 15:13:50 -0000
From: Andrew Butterworth <andrew.butterworth@rfdatatech.co.uk>
Subject: A Quiet Night In

Last night was meant to be a 'quiet night in', My house
mate, Sue, had to go to a meeting out of town the
following day so she had gone to stay with an old
girlfriend in the town, and hence I had the house to
myself. We went for a quick beer late in the afternoon
prior to me taking her to the railway station; the main
station is in the next town a couple of miles away.
Mike, a friend of mine, usually plays snooker on Monday
nights at a snooker hall near the station so I had
arranged to meet him in one of the trendy Irish bars on
the high street, O'Neil's, for a quick beer and a chat
before returning home for my 'quiet night in'.
I had already planned my evening, one last pint in my
local, home about 7.30 and then cook my evening meal, ham
and mushroom pasta sauce and those twirly kinds of pasta
I can never remember the name of. I parked the car in the
supermarket car park in the centre of town, plenty of
spaces at that time of the evening and, if the worst
comes the worst I can leave it there overnight if I have
one too many. There may have been a possibility that some
of my friends may be in the pub and you never know. I
made my way to the pub, via the ATM and then I had a
thought, "Mark".

Now here I have to tell you a little about Mark.  Mark is
a friend I met in the pub about 6 months ago. Mark is 20
years old, 5'9" tall, 140 pounds and is absolutely
gorgeous! He has thick, often spiky dark brown hair, a
perfectly formed, well proportioned young face and large,
very sexy dark brown eyes, (my favourite!), his skin
always seems nicely tanned, and seeing as he's just come
back from a holiday in Greece, probably even more so now!
 What makes him even sexier is his mix of intelligence,
wit and sense of fun, he really is a sweetie! Mark works
in the town but lives in the next county, he often goes
for a beer in a different pub after work with colleagues
and so I decided I'd give him a quick call to see if he
was still there.
I hadn't seem him for a few weeks and I thought it would
be a pleasant change not to see the same old faces and go
and see Mark.

I thought I'd start with a text message.

[You still in Rgate?],     send....

I was just retrieving my cash from the ATM and beep
beep..

 [King Arms]

came the reply, the name of the pub he was in. Excellent!
I gave him a call

"Hi mate, how's it going, you there for long?"

"Hi mate" very enthusiastically, "I'll be here for a half
hour or so, you coming up?"

"Yeh, cool, see you in ten".

'Fantastic' I thought, I got back in the car and set off.

The Kings Arms is a nice little pub, off the main road
and very well kept, it's the only pub I know that has an
entire no smoking lounge so when I arrived I knew exactly
which side he would be in, he's a smoker too.
Mark was sat with one of his workmates, chatting, and as
I walked in he gave me a big beaming smile, almost a
grin. God he was gorgeous! I'd not seen him for a while
and forgotten quite how cute he was, and sure enough a
very nice tan as a result of his holiday. He got up and
held out his equally cute hand, I took it warmly and
shook it enthusiastically.
Mark bought the beer for him, his friend and I and we all
sat down and started chatting happily, his holiday, my
weekend, and his friend's latest sexual conquests! His
friend, John, is also quite a looker too, only 18 but
quite tall and well built, very very str8, as I knew Mark
to be.

After half hour or so we started to watch the footy on
the big screen, Leicester against Leeds, it didn't really
have much interest for me, apart from the fact that Alan
Smith plays for Leeds! Very cute but not a patch on these
two young men I was chatting with.

Mark declared that he had to go soon as he'd had his
drink limit,

"Why don't you stay at my house tonight? we can watch the
football there and I'm cooking tonight, pasta"  I offered

Mark had stayed at my house a few times under very
similar circumstances.

"Yeh mate, cool, thanks, more tea vicar?"

Mark stood and went back to the bar for refills.

We stayed for another hour or so, his work mates came and
went, we all had a good laugh and a few more beers, so
much for my quiet night in!
Eventually we decided to leave, we were both hungry and
the pub was getting a bit noisy by this time, we made our
farewells and left.
Most of Marks's work mates know I'm gay; he can't seem to
keep that quiet! But they also know that Mark is
straight, they are all young, fairly bright people and
being gay really doesn't matter to them, I'm sure no
would have 'batted an eyelid' as we left together.

We arrived at my house a few minutes later and headed
straight to the kitchen; we were both very hungry by now.
Dinner was a joint effort, me making the sauce and Mark
preparing some cheese and ham pasta combination, it was
actually quite good! I didn't know he could cook, another
hidden talent!

After we had eaten we both sat side by side on the larger
of my two sofas, we drank wine and watched TV for an hour
or so.



"I need to go to bed mate, I'm knackered" Mark announced;

Usually Mark sleeps on the sofa under a duvet so I took
that as my cue to go to bed as well. As I was getting up
Mark spoke again;

"I'm really really knackered, I'm going to have to go and
sleep in your bed tonight mate"

'Fuck!', I thought, did I hear that right?   I may have
suggested on other occasions that he could share with me
instead of the sofa but he had always refused, well, in
for a penny.

"Well you can sleep where you want but I'm not sleeping
down here, I'll be sleeping in my bed too",

 "Fine by me"  he replied  and  got up, gathered a few
things and left to go upstairs,

"Got any water mate?"

"Yeh, glasses in the kitchen".

What the fuck was going on?    This guy who is an
absolute Adonis to me, who knew I was gay, who knew I
fancied the arse off him, was going upstairs and getting
into my bed!
Well you can imagine what my horned up little brain was
going through now; I very clumsily gathered my stuff,
mobiles phones, cigarettes, lighter etc and then stood
there.

'What the hell was going on here?'

'What did all that mean?'

If indeed it meant anything. I thought,

'Keep cool, it doesn't mean anything, lots of male
friends share beds from time to time, its nothing.'

My main fear was obvious, how would I be able to control
my obvious excitement and not make a Pratt of myself? It
would have been all too easy to fuck this up and then he
probably would want nothing more to do with me, you only
have to refer to my other incidents to see how easy that
would be! ;-).

I gathered my thoughts, and with a quiet "fuck it" I went
upstairs.

Mark had already 'relieved' himself so I went to the loo
and took a pee. As I entered my room, Mark had already
got into bed, luckily on the other side to my normal
sleeping position, there were no lights on in the room,
just the light from the hallway and the green hue
emanating form the alarm clock radio, but there was
enough for me to see he was lying on his back, just his
head and shoulders protruding from the duvet,

"Alright mate",

"Cool".

I turned on my beside light and arranged all my night
time accoutrements, phones, ciggies, (yes, filthy habit,
smoking in bed!) and stated to undress.
Now I normally sleep naked but that was not going to be
an option tonight! I quickly removed my clothes retaining
my briefs, keeping my back to Mark; I couldn't hear
anything so I presumed he was trying to get to sleep.
Once completed, I slipped under the Duvet, still keeping
my back to him, I didn't really even look at him as I
did, I leant over and turned off the table lamp,

"Night mate"  I offered and thought. 'this is weird!

We lay there in silence for a few minutes,

"Thanks for letting me stay,  I had a good night
tonight",

"Sure no prob, it was nice, what time you got to get up?"

"Well normally seven but seeing as I don't have to
drive... eight?"

"No prob, the alarms set for quarter to, so I'll just hit
snooze"

"Nice one, night"

"Night"

A few minutes passed and I was beginning to think 'well
that's it, panic over'

"Lee"

My companion broke the silence,

"Yeh?",

"You know I've never sucked a guy's cock before?"


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'What the!..'    What had he just said???,

I had to think about it for a second, had this guy, this
gorgeous straight guy lying next to me in my bed just
mentioned never having sucked a guys cock before??

My heart was racing, trying to make sense of what had
just happened, then the significance of the word 'before'
began to sink in. 'What, before now? Or before anytime
ever in the future?
There was silence, a long and semi awkward silence, I had
to respond, he wasn't going to say anything else, I was
sure.

"Well that certainly doesn't come as a surprise!"  I
replied. I know, sounds crap, but that's all I could
think of!

What he had said was certainly a surprise, one big, huge
one! But my response was dead true. He uttered a barely
perceptible single laugh, more an exhalation of breath
through his nose than a laugh. I could feel the situation
getting tense, I had to say something and quickly or the
moment would be lost.

"Want to try it now?"

Wow!, that was very brave of me I thought.

He didn't respond verbally,  but almost instantly he
raised himself up on his left elbow and looked down at
me, the duvet had dropped down now to his waist, his
lean, fit young body was just inches from my face. His
slender yet muscled arm propping himself up on the bed. I
could feel the warmth emanating from him, the smell was
intoxicating. I looked up into those beautiful big brown
eyes and he grinned a huge grin down at me.
In one fluid movement he pulled back the duvet covering
us both and was knelt on the bed facing me. He was
completely naked! I hadn't for one nanosecond even
thought that he may be naked under the duvet, I had
undoubtedly assumed that he had at least retained his
boxers and possibly his T shirt too.
I looked, no stared at him, wide eyed and even slightly
doubting that this was real. My eyes wandered from his
thick dark hair, down his smooth, perfect chest, over his
flat stomach and then to his groin,
Oh my God, he was as hard as steel!, his manhood was
there, right in front of me, pointing towards the ceiling
at an angle that only twenty years olds can still achieve
with ease!

I couldn't believe my eyes, the object of many a fantasy
and many more wanking sessions was knelt in front of me,
in my bed, a huge erection aimed halfway between me and
the ceiling, and, oh boy, what a sight it was too.!

There was enough light filtering in from the street
lights through the blind and adding to the light from my
bedside clock radio display that I could see him clearly.
I had seen him shirtless a couple of times before but I
wasn't prepared for this. He was perfect! His hairless,
toned chest was only a couple of feet from me, even with
my spectacles long ago removed I could see every detail
of this Adonis staring down at me, The athletically
defined muscles of his shoulders, his evident but not
overly developed pectorals playing host to his dark,
small hairless nipples, on his left pec there was a
tattoo, I'd seen it before, more of a symbol than any
sort of picture, it was roughly circular, about 3 inches
in diameter. Now normally I don't really like large
tattoos on men, subtle ones are OK, but this one was
different, it was adorning the beautiful chest of this
beautiful boy and I loved it. Mark's stomach was flat as
a board and very well defined, this guy had not an ounce
of excess fat anywhere on that lean sexy body of his, I
could see a fine line of hair, almost trickling down from
his inwardly oriented naval down to a not too large bush
of dark brown pubic hair, that bush beautifully nestling
the real object of my desires and fantasies over the
previous months, his 7 inch, uncut, and very thick cock!

I was transfixed! Totally caught in the moment like the
proverbial rabbit in the headlights, I just stared at
him. He grinned down at me again and reached for my
briefs,

"You've still got your undies on" he almost giggled down
at me.

Of course I Had! I wouldn't have dared to try and get in
bed beside him naked, that would have been far too
suggestive and I thought he would have run a mile.
Mark quickly and expertly removed them and they were
consigned to the floor. There I was, completely naked,
vulnerable, lying on my back in front of him.
Mark was still kneeling and grinning at me, the times I
had dreamed and fantasised about this moment were lost on
me, this was real, this was actually happening, oh my
god!

Mark's face took on a more serious look now, he had
already said that he'd never given a guy a blow job but I
had no clue how much contact, if any, he had had with
another guys cock. He looked down at my now very hard
piece, what would he do now? Would he be nervous?, would
he hesitate?
I didn't have to wait very long before I found the answer
to these questions, he reached down and took the base of
my shaft in his hand and in one smooth motion took the
head of my penis fully and confidently in his hot, wet
mouth.


Well considering he had said he had never given a guy a
blow job before he seemed to know what to do or at least
know how to please. He had probably seen it loads of
times in str8 porno but he was right on it. He was
wanking the shaft of my penis while talking the head and
upper part of  in his mouth, his tongue was all over my
head, he would pull my cock almost completely out of his
mouth and clasp his lips around my head until he was
almost just kissing my piss hole, then he would slowly
take me in again, keeping his lips tight around, keeping
the seal intact until he had about two inches in side his
mouth. It was fuckin great man! He was a good cocksucker!

While he did this I ran my fingers through his hair,
caressed the back of his head, down the back of his neck,
around his cheeks and chin. I still couldn't really
believe what was happening, The guy of my dreams, the
str8 guy of my dreams, was giving me a fantastic blow
job!

After probably  five minutes I decided that it was my
turn. If he was prepared to do this then I was sure he
wouldn't complain, I lifted his head from my cock and
pushed him over onto his back,

"Its my turn now"   I said slowly and seductively.

He rolled onto his back and looked up at me, His eyes
were almost glazed, he was smiling so happily at me, it
was heaven! At that point I took time to look again up
and down his gorgeous body, all lean and tanned and
mine!.

I moved closer to his face and leaned in to kiss him,

"No, I don't want to kiss!" he said it quite forcefully
but not loud or angrily

At this point a wave of disappointment came over me, I
was getting everything I could have hoped for but not the
'ultimate', a passionate kiss from my god. I looked into
his eyes and he could probably see the disappointment in
mine, surprisingly I didn't dwell on this for long, I
just moved down a little further and started kissing his
neck and shoulders, working my way down his hot, smooth
chest, I kissed and sucked his little nipples and they
were soon responding. I moved lower down his chest,
across his stomach and lower and lower. Eventually I
arrived at his pubic bush, so soft, and the smell of him,
WOW! I kissed him up and down his long, thick shaft, he
was stroking my hair and encouraging me to go further, I
teased him as long I could hold back but could hold back
no longer, I licked at the droplet of pre-cum that was
glistening in the light form the clock  display and then
took him into my mouth. This was fantastic!, the night
was just getting better and better, I worked on him for a
long time, up and down his shaft, licking at his 'string'
, kissing gently up and down his shaft and head, I
settled on the tip of his cock head and gently tongued
around his piss hole.. he absolutely loved that and
squirmed and moaned underneath me, that was definitely
the thing he had enjoyed most through out the time we had
been making love. I played harder and harder around here
and I thought he wasn't that far from cumming.

Mark obviously realised this because he reached down and
pulled my face form his cock and pulled it up to his,

"Lee, I wanna fuck ya"

he said quietly but with conviction, this wasn't a
question, this was stating his intention.

There was no doubt that I was going to let him, I had
dreamed about this for months, he could have asked me to
do anything and I would have. For some reason I knew
exactly what to say, in a very calm and in as sexually
teasing voice I could muster,

"Yes you can fuck me. but you've got to kiss me first".

With that he lent up and gave me a long, passionate, deep
kiss, his tongue reaching right inside my mouth, around
my teeth, our tongues battled and toyed with each other,
his allowing mine to enter his mouth and vice versa. I
could feel his whiskers brushing against my lips and
face, tickling and scratching, so masculine yet so
tender. We kissed passionately for a long time, I finally
backed off, rolled over and laid beside him on my back,
and in a tone of voice almost daring him to carry out his
request I quietly said;

"come on then, fuck me..".

To be continued?........Hope you liked the first part of
my first story, please email me if you have any comments.