Date: Sat, 4 Jul 2009 19:24:13 +0000
From: Jonathan Orange <jonathanorange@hotmail.com>
Subject: My post adolescent fantasies chgapter 3

My fantasies -- 3 Steve

This is the third part of my fantasies about what I would like to get from
sex. It stems from the reminiscences I wrote about in My Adolescence
(2004).  This part refers to my second desire -- to be fucked myself by an
adult.  It contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting
males. The next chapter will return to Danny and Tom, but this one is about
ME and My pleasure.  However, I have asked for it to be posted with the
other parts, as the whole story (there are 4 more parts to come) does
centre mainly around the boys. As usual, it remains the property of the
author, and whilst it can be downloaded for you personal pleasure, it may
not be reproduced in any other form or distributed to any other person
without the express and written permission of the author.  Views would be
welcome -- jonathanorange@hotmail.com.

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You know what it is like when you are somewhere where you shouldn't be, and
you see someone you know -- your first reaction is to try to hide yourself,
even if the other person also shouldn't really be there either. It was like
that when I met Steve in the sauna.

There is a gay sauna about ten miles away from where I live that I visit
every Friday. It's quite good, and there are usually quite a number of
people there.  I must admit that I do not always find the right person --
someone who will give me a nice slow wank, or a suck, or play with my arse,
but I always do get to cum somehow during the evening.

I'd been told that, in fact, one of the best nights in terms of numbers was
a Thursday, but I always have lessons on every night of the week except
Friday, so I have never been able to go.  On this particular week, both my
lessons had been cancelled well in advance, so I thought I would try the
sauna to see if it was any better than Friday.

It did seem quite full as I got changed, and I was just walking through to
the sauna when I saw Steve.  For a split second, I panicked -- and so,
quite clearly, did he. We both made as if to change direction so that we
wouldn't meet, and then realised how silly that was, and we laughed.

Steve was Danny's dad!

He said "Hi! I've not seen you here before."

I told him that I usually came on a Friday, and explained why, and how I
had come to be here on this night.  He, in turn, explained that Thursday
was the only night when he could spend a couple of hours here as his wife
thought he was at the gym working out. With a grin he said, "Well, I am
working out, but not quite in the way that she thinks!"

We went into the sauna, and for the next half an hour we chatted about
things -- how he came to be going to a gay sauna, and how I did etc. Then
Steve said, "So, what do you like then?"

"I'm rather passive," I replied. "I love to be stroked and played with,
have my arse licked and reamed, my body aroused and my cock slowly sucked
or wanked.  I just love a long-drawn out orgasm, but find that I cannot
concentrate on anyone else while I'm in such a state of arousal, and
obviously afterwards the interest has somewhat gone!  Not much use to
anyone else, really."

"That's not true," said Steve," I love doing that to someone -- it is a
real turn on for me to get someone to fever pitch but withhold their
orgasm.  I like to fuck as well -- do you take it?"

"No, I don't," I answered. "I feel that I would like to be fucked, as I
love my arse being played with so much, but I always find that the cocks I
see are too big and I tense up if anyone tries to enter me."

"Not to worry -- just playing with you and seeing you get frustrated as I
hold you close to orgasm will be fun for me. Let's go upstairs where it is
cooler, and then" pointing to my cock which was now getting hard thanks to
his gentle stroking of it," I can sort that out for you."

Upstairs the lights are dim and there are a number of tiny cubicles with a
bench-type couch, and doors that can be locked.  There is also a communal
room that is totally blacked out.  Steve took me to one of the cubicles,
but he didn't shut the door -- I was glad about that -- I always long for
other people to be able to see or join in, or for me to be able to see
other people, but so many of the guys lock the door -- why? What's wrong
with a bit if shared fun? I think it heightens the enjoyment.

Anyway, Steve stood me facing the couch, and he stood behind me.  I
shivered as I felt his hands roaming over my back, tracing patterns down
towards my bottom. He carried on down my legs, and then worked his way back
up the inside til he reached my thighs, which I parted in expectation of
him touching my cock.  But he didn't!  As I was to learn, Steve was VERY
good at teasing!

He pushed my back gently so that I bent over, my arms resting on the couch,
and he slowly stroked my bum, one hand slipping between my legs to just
tickle the underside of my balls. My cock was already hard, but over the
next half hour it was to get harder than I can remember for a very long
time.

Steve was running one finger over the crack of my arse and I moaned softly
and wriggled with pleasure.  I play with my arse like that every time I
have a wank, but it is so nice that within seconds my finger is exploring
my arse.  I don't want to go in so quickly but I just cannot make myself
wait.  Steve did! His finger just grazed my crack whilst his other hand
continued to stroke that sensitive bit of skin between the arse and the
balls.  Soon I was pushing back, urging him to enter me -- but he didn't!

The next thing I felt was his warm breath on my arse.  His hands came up to
my cheeks and he spread them wide apart and I knew that he was going to
lick me.  After an age I felt his tongue roaming round my hole and I
shuddered and moaned: "Oh! Yes! That is sooo good."

His tongue continued to lap just at the entrance, and I was already
desperate to feel him inside me, but he continued to tease. At last I felt
his tongue pushing into my arse, and I sighed in pleasure.  Steve let go of
my cheeks, and his hands traced delicate patterns under my body and through
my legs so that at last he was touching my cock.  Pre-cum was oozing from
the end, and I was sure I would cum very soon.  But I hadn't counted on how
good Steve was -- he made sure I didn't cum for ages, but he kept the
feeling there that my orgasm was just seconds away.

Eventually I could stand it no longer and my knees buckled and I collapsed
on the couch.  Steve turned me over and folded my legs up over my head.  I
gripped them round the knees, which left his hands free, and he used them
to continue my teasing.  His tongue again grazed over my crack, which was,
of course, now even more exposed.  At last he gently took my cock into his
mouth, and his finger began to probe my arse.  I felt it give as his finger
slipped inside me, going deeply, finding my prostrate and exciting it with
his touch. He began simultaneously to ream me deeply and suck my cock.
Now, I have had more blow jobs in my life than I could ever recall, many of
them very good.  But I can truthfully say that I have NEVER had such a
wonderful suck as Steve gave me that night.  He took my cock into his mouth
and swirled his tongue around the head and teased me and finger-fucked me
and just drove me crazy until at last he took me over the edge, and I shot
gallons of spunk, moaning and drooling and thanking him and urging him --
so, so much pleasure! As I recovered, I looked over his shoulder and saw
that several blokes were rubbing their cocks as they watched.

After that, I re-arranged my teaching schedule so that Thursday became my
sauna night. (It did mean that I had to put Danny and Tom off, but there
were other nights for them!) The pattern would be the same.  Steve and I
would chat in the sauna or the steam room and then we would go upstairs and
Steve would give me an orgasm.  Sometimes he would shoot over me, sometimes
I would muster the energy to wank him and sometimes he would go off after
he had made me cum, and find an arse to fuck.  After that first time we
always went into one of the communal rooms where the lighting was dim (we
never used the completely blacked out room as we liked to see what was
going on!) We quite liked the cellar room where there was a lovely swinging
chair with straps for the legs -- Steve could work on me at leisure and not
have to worry about me putting my legs down!  Naturally we used to get an
audience as I was quite noisy, and so Steve often found a willing arse
after he had made me cum.

It was the sixth week when Steve fucked me for the first time.  I think we
both knew that at some time he would fuck me, and we both wanted it to
happen, even though I remained nervous about the prospect. We'd met up as
usual in the sauna, and sat and chatted idly for a while, then Steve,
"Well, come on, then, let's go upstairs."

We went upstairs to the quiet area, and went into one of the communal
lounges; it was our favourite one -- a small lounge, lit only by the light
from the passageway -- dim enough for some privacy but light enough so that
you could see what was going on.  We liked it because it was a public area
-- as I said earlier, most often fellows locked themselves away in the
little individual cubicles, but Steve and I could never understand their
shyness -- we loved other people watching or even joining in with us, and
this usually happened because I make such a lot of noise when Steve has his
tongue up my arse or his mouth round my cock.

It had a couple of armchairs and one of those chaise lounge things, you
know, a settee with only one arm -- nice for stretching out on -- and Steve
laid me on it on my back.  I immediately drew my legs up and held them
round the knees -- I knew the procedure -- Steve liked my arse nicely
exposed for him, and he liked my hands occupied so that I couldn't touch my
cock -- he liked to tease me for as long as HE wanted. He knelt on the
other end of the couch, and he stroked my arse -- I knew what to expect as
he had played this game before; I knew he was going to tease for as long as
possible and I knew I would love it, although it would be frustrating.

His fingers prised my arse cheeks apart, but he only let one finger brush
lightly against my hole.  I wriggled and was already hard.  I wanted him to
get inside me, but I knew he would take his time -- what I didn't realise
was just how much he was going to tease me this time.  He used all his
familiar skills and soon had me moaning and pleading softly for my orgasm.

It wasn't long before we were joined by two or three other blokes.  One
took my right leg and stretched it up, but still pulled over towards my
head so that my arse remained upwards, and he began stroking the whole
length of my leg -- so erotic!  Another, seeing what the first was doing,
went round behind the settee and took the other leg; he began sucking my
toes.  I'd heard this was a sexy feeling, but I'd never experienced it.  I
was now, and it really is very sensuous.  Yet a third bloke knelt down
beside the couch, and was stroking my whole body.

I felt like one complete erogenous zone -- every part of my body was
tingling with anticipation and yet in my mind my focus was on my arse which
seemed to be the centre of every nerve ending.  Through the haze of my
enjoyment I was aware that Steve's techniques was subtly different from
normal; all his probing and teasing of my arse was focussed on stretching
my arse - when he had two fingers in me they were fingers from each hand
and he was gently prising my arse wider and wider apart.

Eventually I could stand it no longer!

"Oh! God! That is so good, Steve!" I pleaded, "Please fuck me!"

I was aware that Steve whispered something to the blokes who were playing
with me, and I felt myself being gently pulled to the end of the couch.
Steve stood up, and the chaps who holding my legs changed the angle so that
my legs were upright; they stretched them wide apart, and then I felt the
cold on my arse as the third chap worked lubricant into my arse.

I heard Steve whisper,"It's his first time, so hold his legs nice and wide
for me."

I looked down and saw his cock poised between my legs.  I felt him pulling
the cheeks of my arse wide apart -- wider than I had ever known him do it
before - and then I felt his knob pushing against my hole.

Instinctively I clenched my arse, and his pushing seemed to be halted.  The
third bloke, who was kneeling beside me gently wanking my cock said
"Relax. Imagine you are having a crap -- push open your muscles -- it will
make it easier."

I was nervous, but so aroused -- I wanted his cock in me! So I did push my
muscles, and I felt Steve's cock edging in slightly and for a second it
hurt but he continued and suddenly his head was in.  Once this had
happened, of course, the rest followed easily and he was in me!  I felt my
arse muscles clenching around his cock and he stayed still for a moment.

Then he began to fuck me slowly -- he was so gentle, sliding his cock
almost out but careful not to bring the head against the sphincter muscle,
but keeping it inside that tight ring -- he was so considerate! At each
full stroke I could feel his balls slap against my arse, and, as I looked
down, I could see his cock on the out stroke, glistening with the moisture
from my arse

And so for the next ten minutes I was fucked -- slowly and deeply and it
felt wonderful!  I may be naïve, but I never realised how good it felt to
be fucked. Oh, I knew it must feel quite nice otherwise people wouldn't do
it, but I had always imagined that the greatest pleasure was for the
fucker, rather than the fucked.  Certainly when Danny and Tom fucked me, I
knew that the excitement they felt was tremendous, and that was where my
own pleasure came from.  But, with Steve's cock deep inside me and my arse
muscle clenching around him, and my own cock being beautifully slowly
wanked, I was in heaven!!

And clearly so was Steve! He was grunting and sighing and moaning with
pleasure -- I could hear him through my own very noisy enjoyment.  Quite a
crowd had gathered and at last I heard Steve say "God! I can't wait any
longer! Make sure he comes when I do!"

To be honest, I cannot really recall the exact details of what happened
next -- my whole body was alive with sensations. I know I was making a hell
of a noise!  My legs were being erotically stroked, someone was sucking my
nipples, Steve's cock was still gently probing the depths of my arse, and
the bloke wanking my cock had been very skilfully holding me on the edge of
my own orgasm, but now he just slightly increased his pace, and I knew I
would cum! Deep inside me I felt the surging stream of spunk begin its
journey to my cock.  At the same time I felt Steve's cock swell inside me,
and I knew he was cumming too!

We both came with a tremendous roar of pleasure.  I felt Steve's spunk
surging into the depths of my arse- it felt so warm! - and my own spunk was
caught in the mouth of the chap wanking me.  Two other loads of spunk
splashed down on us as the blokes holding my legs came as well, and I was
later told that several other people had cum as well just watching the
performance in front of them.

At last Steve's cock wilted and he slowly slipped out of me; I felt a pang
of loss as I felt it withdraw from my arse, but I knew that I would feel it
again -- I knew I would want to feel it again!

And so it was. Most weeks, to be fair, Steve would tease me as he had at
first, because he knew that I loved the feeling of complete surrender as he
teased and licked and sucked and rimmed me.  But once a month he would fuck
me, and I grew to like that almost as much.

We always had an audience, and lots of the blokes liked joining in -- Steve
never minded, indeed, he encouraged it, but he was always very protective
of me.  Several times I heard blokes asking him if they could fuck me, but
he always said no.  Except once!

It was the week of my birthday.  We were lying in the sauna chatting as we
always did before any session, and Steve said to me: "I've planned a little
birthday surprise for you.  It is quite different from usual, so I hope you
will trust me completely."

"Of course I do, Steve," I replied.

"Ok, then, let's go down to the cellar."

Steve had never fucked me whilst I was in the chair I mentioned.  He liked
to lick me and finger me when we used it, as it did open me up beautifully,
but he had never fucked me.  On this occasion, there were about five blokes
already there, and I was put into the chair. Steve put some of the cuffs on
my wrists and fastened them so that I was completely helpless.  My knees
were in the loops, rather than my ankles, and this had the effect of not
only of making me much wider apart, but also brought my arse up higher.

Then the teasing began! Hands and mouths were everywhere, whilst Steve
knelt at the foot of the chair and rimmed my arse deeply with his tongue
and fingers, until I was writhing in pleasure and moaning, and I called
out: "Oh! For God's sake fuck me, Steve!"

Steve surfaced from between my legs and came round to my head.

"Oh! No!" he said, "you have a LOT more to experience tonight,
Jonathan. Here, suck my cock."

He fed his cock into my mouth, and I sucked it greedily. I had never liked
sucking cock, but since I had become so accustomed to sucking the boys'
cocks, I had grown to find sucking his cock quite pleasant. At the same
time, I felt a finger invaded my arse and begin finger-fucking me, finding
my prostrate and working on it.  My cock stiffened even more, and then I
felt something being wrapped around my cock, and glancing up at the mirrors
I saw one of the blokes tying a thin silken scarf around my cock and balls,
and then it was tied off really tightly.  My cock seemed to be even stiffer
than normal, and my balls were tightly bound and separated, and felt as
hard as two stones.

When this was completed, Steve pulled his cock from my mouth and went round
between my legs; he positioned himself so that he could bring his cock to
my arse.  It slipped in to me easily, as it was wet from my saliva, and my
arse was well stretched and lubricated by his tongue.  He began to fuck me
slowly, and his motion, added to the rocking motion of the chair, made me
feel absolutely wonderful.  The other people continue to pay attention to
my body and my cock, and as usual I was in heaven! I vaguely remember
thinking that I heard Steve whisper something to a bloke standing next to
him, and to the chaps wanking and sucking me, but to be honest I was just
luxuriousing in the pleasure my body was feeling.  My tied up cock felt SO
stiff and the wanking and sucking and stroking of my balls made me feel I
would come very soon.

While he was fucking me, one of the blokes came to my head and urged me to
suck his cock -- I don't usually suck other people, but I felt so randy
this night that I took his cock straight in.

At last I felt Steve's cock swell, and knew that, once more, I would feel
his spunk surge into my arse, fully expecting also to have my long-awaited
orgasm. The warm feeling of his spunk filling my arse was wonderful, but,
although my cock felt close to orgasm, it just would not come despite the
wonderful sucking and wanking it was receiving. Steve's cock slipped out of
my arse, and, to my surprise, the chap whose cock I had just been sucking
took his place and I felt him slowly enter me. It went in easily and I must
admit it felt good to have another cock inside me.  Steve asked the chap
who was attending to my cock, if he could keep me there until Steve was
ready, and the bloke replied;

"Steve, don't worry! With this cock tied up as tightly as this, I can keep
him on edge for as long as you like!" I was desperate to come, but he kept
me on the edge.

A third cock was offered to my mouth, and Steve urged me to suck him like I
had the second chap. The chair was rocking gently with the motion of the
bloke fucking me and I felt his cock swell as he prepared to come.  Yet
again I felt the surge of spunk as it shot into my arse. Four others fucked
me -- each first having their cock sucked by me - before Steve let me
come. The last was a chap called John, whose cock was a nine incher and
fat. I had often told Steve that I envied John his lovely cock as I would
love to have a big one myself, but I had also said that I could never take
one that big in my arse.  I was wrong!  Of course, I knew he was going to
fuck me too -- it was obvious from the way in which the previous guys had
fucked me. I suppose I must have had a moment of fear because of his size,
but I was in such a high state of sexual excitement, I think I welcomed the
isea, and my own cock was still harder than I can ever remember it being
and so close to cumming that it was driving me crazy! After four cocks had
stretched my arse and greased me with their spunk, I was not surprised that
John's cock went in quite easily.  I did feel my arse being stretched wider
than ever before, but it felt wonderful. I looked up at the mirrors, and
saw his enormous cock ploughing in and out of my arse, and it was sooo
erotic!

When John could control himself no longer, he called out to Steve that he
was going to fill my arse with a last load of spunk.  At this, Steve told
the bloke who was wanking me to let me cum too. Throughout this whole time,
I had felt so close to cumming. My cock had been stroked and licked and
sucked; my balls had been lightly scratched; pre-cum had managed to ooze
from my head and my cock was harder and stiffer than I can ever
remember. Indeed, I had experienced what seemed like several orgasms, so
intense was the pleasure, but no spunk had shot out of my engorged cock.  I
felt that a gallon of spunk was just waiting to burst from me.  As soon as
John said that he was coming -- something I was all too aware of, as his
monster cock seemed to swell up even more, the chap who had been wanking
and sucking me, released the scarf that was so tightly wrapped round my
cock and balls.  Immediately, at the moment that John's hot spunk gushed
into my arse, my own spunk shot from my cock. It felt so wonderful to cum
at last.  I moaned loudly -- I would have cried out, but Steve had
stiffened again, and had put his cock back into my mouth, and I sucked him
greedily.  I felt him about to come as well -- a first for me as I had
never swallowed an adult's cum. Apparently, jet after jet of my spunk shot
high into the air to land on my stomach and there was applause from the
crowd who surrounded us.

When I was released from the chair, I was too weak to stand, and was helped
to a couch where I slept for nearly an hour!

This was a wonderful experience, but I am glad that Steve has not repeated
it so far -- we are rather possessive of each other, and I love him making
love to me. I feel my arse is his to fuck, not anyone else's.  We continue
to meet there every Thursday, and he never disappoints me!



As I have said at the beginning, I would welcome observations about the
content and style of this story -- does it excite? How could I improve it?
Any suggestions for how I might realise this fantasy?  Emails welcome!!
jonathanorange@hotmail.com