Date: Thu, 6 Jun 2002 09:51:28 +0100 (BST)
From: aculeus@btopenworld.com
Subject: IT TAKES TWO - TIMES UP

IT TAKES TWO
TIMES UP


Chris

About two years ago my life was in a bit of a mess. I'd just turned forty
and had been chucked out of my local for getting too friendly with one of
the boys behind the bar.  It was then I started going down the Plough. It's
a great pub with a great atmosphere and I enjoy going down there for a pint
and to watch football on the big screen. If there's no football I can
always play a couple of games of pool with one of the regulars or even read
a book in a quiet corner.

Just after Christmas I was down the Plough, as usual, one Friday night,
when a group of young lads came in. There were about eight or nine of them
and they started playing pool and drinking. Now, I would be telling a lie
if I said sex never crossed my mind as I watched them enjoying
themselves. A couple of them looked really horny and my eyes did start to
wander a bit. But that was all. I wasn't going to take any risks.

It wasn't long before they became regulars and I started to chat to them. I
think the first one I spoke to was Tom - we started talking about football,
of course.  He was the best looking of the group and at first whenever I
looked at him my cock would start to stir and I'd start thinking about what
he would be like in bed. A couple of years back I might have dropped hints
about coming back to my place for a drink and wait to see how he
reacted. But not now.

Joe

You could say I was a bit of an innocent. I must have been about twelve
when I started listening to the boys at school talking about how they'd
been wanking the night before but I didn't really understand what they were
on about. It's true that when some of them started boasting about the
length of their cocks I did wonder why mine was so small but that was
all. It wasn't until I was fourteen that I actually started wanking. I
can't remember how I started but I do know I didn't do it very often - no
more than once a week, sometimes less.


When I was sixteen I started going round to pubs with a group of mates from
school.  Life became school, sport and drink and that was about all.  Sex
didn't really get a look in. Even when some of my mates started going out
with birds I showed no interest. I can remember Tom telling me in great
detail about his first fuck and suggesting I get a girl and try it, as it
was much better than wanking on your own.  I listened but didn't really
want to know.

It was not until my last year at school, just after I had turned eighteen
that things really began to change. Tom told us he'd found a great pub with
a big screen where we could watch football and play pool. We all went round
there one Friday night to check it out and we soon became regulars.

Chris

In the weeks that followed I got to know all the lads quite well. They were
all mad about sport, like me and were great company. We always had plenty
of laughs. So when the guy I usually played badminton with moved out of the
area, the obvious thing was to do was to mention it to them. I wasn't
really surprised when they all said they wanted to play.

I booked courts for the following week and five of them turned up. At the
end of the session we all had a shower together and I had a chance to see
how well hung they were. Most of them had average sized cocks, even Tom,
but nothing to get excited about.

 In the weeks that followed badminton and a shower afterwards became a
regular event every Thursday evening.  I suppose I did enjoy checking out
the lads in the showers after the game but it was the competition between
us on the badminton court that was the most important thing.

Joe

I think it must have been on our third visit that I noticed Tom chatting to
a guy about twenty years older than us and on the way home I asked who he
was. He just said he was a guy called Chris who was a bit of a fitness
freak. I think I asked Tom one or two other questions about him but as
there didn't seem anything particularly special about the guy I changed the
subject. It wasn't long, though, before we all got to know him. He started
talking to us about football and then it was the odd game of darts or pool
but it was not until we all started playing badminton together that we got
to know him really well. One Friday evening he told us that the guy he
usually played badminton with had moved away and would we like to join him
on Thursday night. We all went along and soon badminton became a regular
thing every Thursday.

Chris

Although I'm into sport I also like the theatre and so one Friday just
before Easter I took myself off to see a play instead of going down the
pub. I hadn't said anything to anyone and so everybody wanted to know where
I'd been. They all listened politely when I told them but I didn't think
any of them were really interested. It was a bit of a surprise then, when
the following week, one of them turned up at the pub early and asked me
whether I could get him a ticket for the theatre as he'd never been
before. His name was Joe.

Three weeks later I spent the whole of Saturday evening with Joe. We went
to the theatre and then out for a Chinese. During the meal I found out
quite a lot about him: he was just eighteen, an only child, enjoyed reading
and wanted to go to college. As we talked he casually mentioned that he'd
never had a girlfriend. That surprised me. I know Joe is not what you might
call a good looking boy but he has a good personality and a nice slim
body. When I asked him whether he'd ever asked anybody out he simply said '
Not interested' and clearly didn't want to talk about the subject so I
didn't say any more.

That night when I got home I couldn't stop thinking about Joe.  I lay on
the bed and as I began to massage my cock I started to picture him in the
showers after badminton with his stumpy cock and his cute little bum. The
desire to penetrate his arse began to surge through the whole of my body
but as so often happens with me, when I started to wipe up the cum which
had just spattered all over the bedclothes I began to think realistically
about the situation.  I decided I must keep my distance and not get
involved, even on a casual basis. It wouldn't be fair. Joe needed to do
well in his exams so he could go to college. I would have to go elsewhere
for sex.

Joe

The rest of the winter passed uneventfully. Tom kept fucking his girlfriend
at least once a week and I continued to enjoy my sport. Then something
happened. Just before Easter Chris was missing from the pub and, as this
had never happened before we all began to wonder why. We later discovered
he'd gone to the theatre. When he told us all about it he sort of hinted
that if we wanted, he'd get us tickets next time he was going. The others
obviously weren't interested but I was. I didn't want any of them to know,
though, and went down to the pub early the following Friday to ask him to
take me next time he was going.

Three weeks later Chris took me to the theatre on Saturday night.  I had a
fantastic time. After the play we went for a meal and I began to realise
what it was I liked about Chris. He was genuinely interested in me,
something I found strange. My father spent day and night working and never
had time for me and my mother was always complaining that I spent too much
time playing sport.

During the meal Chris asked me about my family and about my plans for the
future. He started to quiz me about girlfriends but I got embarrassed and
didn't know how to answer. I just said I wasn't interested and he didn't
press the matter.  I found out that he was forty-two, worked in an office,
which he didn't enjoy and wasn't married - something I'd always
suspected. At the end of the evening I suddenly asked him if we could play
badminton together the following Tuesday. He agreed.

That Tuesday was the big turning point for me. After the game we took a
shower. There was nobody else there at the time and we were laughing and
joking about the fact that I'd beaten him for the first time but I couldn't
help noticing him taking a quick glance at my cock. I then looked down at
his. It was long, fat and fleshy and I began to wonder what size it was
when it was stiff.

Up until then whenever I wanked I usually went into the toilet and rubbed
myself off quickly. That evening was different.  While I was watching the
TV all I could do was think about Chris's big cock and his muscular
body. Unusually for me I decided to go to bed early and as I went up the
stairs I realised that my cock was getting hard. Inside my bedroom I
quickly undressed and lay on the bed. For the first time in my life I
started to massage my cock slowly.  As soon as I felt as if I was going to
cum I stopped, looked down and waited for a while before starting to stroke
myself again. That night was first time I can remember really enjoying a
good wank. Before then it had been all about relieving tension, now it was
about getting a wicked feeling in my cock.  I made up my mind that that was
the way it was going to be in future. Whatever happened I was going to wank
at least once a day, take my time, and think of Chris


Chris

 Although I tried to make sure that some of the others were around whenever
I met Joe it wasn't easy. He started asking me to play badminton on nights
other than Thursdays and I couldn't always think of an excuse to say 'no'
especially when he knew I was going to play anyway. In the showers he would
take a long time washing his cock and he was always glancing down at
mine. When it looked as if he was getting a hard on he turned his back to
me.  That made things worse because his cute bum was so welcoming. I often
had to leave the showers because my cock was getting stiff.

Joe

During the following months I took every opportunity to be alone with
Chris, I now wanked morning and night and I kept measuring my cock hoping
it would get larger. My parents said I shouldn't hang about with Chris so
much but I didn't care. What I looked forward to more than anything else
was playing badminton with him and then going into the showers where I
could feast my eyes on his beautiful piece of meat and his gorgeous body.

Chris

Things carried on in much the same way until the end of April when the lads
started to talk about what they wanted to do after the exams. Nobody could
agree on anything until I suggested we all go away for a long weekend. I
know a cheap hotel by the coast, in easy reach of sporting facilities and
with loads of pubs in the area. That idea went down really well and when
seven of them definitely decided to go I set about making the
arrangements. We were given two rooms in the hotel, one was a double room,
and the other had six beds. I thought it best to give Tom the job of
sorting out the sleeping arrangements in order to avoid any trouble. I
don't know why but I assumed that he and Joe would sleep together as they
were best mates. Things didn't turn out that way - without me realising it,
Tom handed the job over to Joe. Of course when Joe came to tell me what
they'd all decided I found that he had put himself in the double room with
me.

Joe

After Easter we all started to talk about what to do when the exams were
finished. Nobody came up with anything sensible until Chris suggested a
long weekend by the sea. He told us that the aim of weekend would be to
play as much sport as we could and then get wrecked. We all laughed when he
told us. Secretly I had other things in mind - it was to have sex with
Chris. How I was going to achieve this I didn't know until Tom told me
Chris had asked him to organise the sleeping arrangements. I offered to do
the job instead and made sure Chris slept in the double room with me.

Chris

On the first night of that weekend we all went to bed fairly late. Joe got
into bed before me and when I turned the light off I realised that the
street lamp just outside our room lit up his bed through a gap in the
curtains.  I knew I would be able to see everything he was doing. Sure
enough, we'd not been in bed more than a couple of minutes when I saw
movement under his sheet. Even though he didn't make any noise, he made no
attempt to hide what he was up to. My cock immediately began to swell and
my fingers began to massage it slowly and gently. Neither of us said
anything but both of us knew what was going on.  I was beginning to wonder
what Joe was going to do next when suddenly I heard him mutter 'Fuck' as he
stretched his body out and thrust his thighs forward in my direction before
relaxing. He'd shot his load. I wasn't ready yet so I turned over and
continued enjoying myself for another twenty minutes.

The following morning while Joe was still having breakfast I couldn't stop
myself taking a look at his bed. The sheets were stained and his shorts
were sticky and wet. He'd had another wank that morning before I'd woken
up.

Joe

As we climbed the stairs to our bedroom on the first night I was shaking
all over. I was going to be alone with Chris until the morning and I felt
certain I could get him to have sex with me. As soon as we got into bed I
started to wank. Chris knew what I was doing as I made it so obvious and
before long he was doing the same. I began to tingle all over and was about
to ask him if he was enjoying himself when I became a bit too enthusiastic
and my cum spurted out of the tip of my cock and onto the bedclothes Chris
then turned over but I knew from the movement under his covers that he was
still wanking. I wondered what he was thinking about. I hoped it was me.

Chris

The second night we went to bed very late. All of us had had a lot to
drink, Joe in particular was pissed out of his mind.  It was a hot night
and I lay on top of the bed with only my boxers on. No sooner had I turned
the light out than I was asleep.

The following morning I woke up with a hard on, my cock sticking out of the
slit in my shorts. As I opened my eyes I could see Joe, on top of his bed,
looking at me, his hand inside his shorts, wanking. I was about to make
some kind of joke, asking him whether I could join in the game, but call me
a pratt if you like, something stopped me. I lay there for a few minutes,
with my cock throbbing and then turned over to face the other way,
pretending to be asleep.

I stayed like that until Joe had gone down to breakfast but no sooner had
he left the room than I was out of bed looking for his shorts. I picked
them up - they were wet and sticky again.  The feel of his cum on my
fingers really got me going. I took my shorts off and stood there in the
middle of the room rapidly massaging my cock. Within minutes my cum was
spurting all over the floor and I had to wipe it up quickly with my shorts
before Joe returned.

Joe

The second night we all got back to the hostel pissed as newts and although
I felt the urge coming on as I opened the bedroom door, there was no way I
was going to get a proper hard on and I fell asleep as soon as I lay on the
bed.  When I woke up the following morning I couldn't believe my eyes:
there was Chris lying on the bed asleep, his cock hard on and sticking out
of the slit in his shorts. It was fucking enormous, about nine inches I
reckoned at the time. That was the first time I'd seen a stiff cock other
than my own. I lay there, looking at it, wishing mine was the same size. As
the sensation in my own cock became more intense I just wanted to get
Chris' cock in my hand but I left it too late. He turned over while I was
still deciding what to do..

I kept hoping he would turn back over again, so I slipped my shorts off and
lay on the top of the bed completely naked and continued wanking. Nothing
happened and eventually my cum splattered all over my chest. I wiped it up
with the shorts, got dressed and left the shorts on the floor where Chris
would notice them. After breakfast I went back to the bedroom. As soon as I
opened the door I knew Chris had been looking at my shorts - they weren't
where I left them and his shorts were lying nearby. I went over and picked
both pairs of shorts up - both had cum all over them.

Chris

On the last day of the weekend I did my back in while playing badminton and
had to go back to the hotel early. I lay on the bed in agony without a
thought of sex on my mind. I must have been there for an hour when Joe
appeared. He'd left the others at the pub. With hardly a word he started to
undress and then stood looking at me with just his shorts on. 'Fuck me
Chris, you look in a bad way. Would you like me to give you a massage?' I
nodded, knowing what was going through his mind. I turned over and lay on
my front. Even before he'd touched my body I could see his cock had become
stiff. Mine was pressing hard against the mattress and I was weakening by
the second. I just didn't think I was going to be able to control myself
for much longer. I found myself suggesting he pull my shorts down a bit as
that would make things easier. Soon he was massaging my bum, his cock
throbbing away.

Looking back it was very unfair of me, leading him on like that. Maybe if
the pain in my back hadn't been so great things would have been different
but after a while I simply muttered 'Cheers. That's better. I think I need
to sleep'

Joe

On the last day I was feeling so fucking horny I was determined to have sex
whatever happened but during the day Chris did his back in and went back to
the hotel early. I waited for an hour and then followed him, leaving the
others at the pub. When I saw him on the bed I knew he was in a bad way but
I still thought I might have a chance. I offered to massage him and he
agreed. He then suggested I massage his arse. My heart was pounding, my
cock was throbbing and I was shaking all over. I knew that because of the
state of his back he wouldn't be able to give me a fuck but I felt sure I
was going to get his cock in my hands. But I didn't. He suddenly said that
he'd had enough, turned on his side and went to sleep. I just didn't know
what to fucking do with myself. I knew he wanted sex with me but I didn't
understand why he wouldn't commit himself. I lay on top of the bed, again
with nothing on, wanking. I began to mutter things like
'Wicked.... wicked', hoping he would hear, turn over and join in. After
about half an hour I gave up hope and shot my load all over the sheets.

Chris

Joe went on holiday with his parents during August and I didn't see him for
three weeks. When he came back we started playing badminton regularly again
- generally just the two of us. He followed his usual routine in the
showers and on one occasion I felt the urge so much I left and went into
the toilet for a quick wank. But it was what happened after our last game
before he went off to college that really drove me crazy. I left my towel
behind, quite by accident, and after the game told Joe I'd be having a bath
at home. He immediately suggested he come round to my place and have a bath
there as well. I couldn't say 'no'.

It was the first time Joe had come to my small terraced house so I showed
him where the bathroom was and went downstairs. I wasn't there long,
though, before I had the urge to find out what he was doing. I climbed the
stairs as quietly as I could and found that he'd left the bathroom door
slightly open. I edged forward and looked through the gap. I can still
picture him there. He was laying back in the bath, looking down at his
cock, gently rubbing it. Every now and again he would stop and I could see
it pulsating. After a while he suddenly sat up and stretched forward. For a
moment I thought he was about to get out of the bath. Instead he picked up
a bottle of oil I'd left on the side, opened it and put some in his
hand. He then lay back again and began to massage his cock with the oil. I
knew what effect it would have because I'd done it myself. 'Fuck me' I
heard him murmur, 'This is fucking wicked.' Then suddenly his cum shot high
into the air and landed on his face. I quietly slipped into my bedroom and
shot my load into my shorts.

Joe

The holiday with my parents that August was a fucking nightmare. They tried
to get me off with this girl but I didn't want it and got pissed. They
weren't very pleased. The only consolation I had was that I managed to get
in three fucking lovely long wanks almost every single day.

In the weeks before I went off to college I spent a lot of time playing
badminton with Chris, generally alone. In the showers I would look down at
his cock and think back to the time when I saw it sticking out of his
shorts. My own cock would get restless but there were generally too many
people around for me to make a move.  Luck seemed to be on my side, though,
when after the last game of badminton before I went to college Chris said
he'd forgotten his towel and would be having a bath at home. I immediately
asked if I could go back with him. He said 'yes' without any hesitation.

I was the first in the bathroom and left the door slightly open. Before
long I heard Chris on the landing, and I knew he was watching me through
the gap.  I lay back in the bath, slowly massaging my cock, waiting for him
to come in. After about fifteen minutes I realised he wasn't going to and I
decided to get out of the bath, dry myself and try to seduce him by
wandering around the house with nothing on. It was then I noticed a bottle
of oil on the side and I thought I'd try it out. Fuck me did I get a
sensation! Eventually as my cock pumped cum high into the air and onto my
face, I closed my eyes and tried to picture Chris doing the same.

Chris

The day Joe left for college I made what I thought was going to be a final
decision. I decided to forget all about him and go out for a bit of
cruising. I went off to a local beauty spot to see what was going on. As
there are wide-open spaces and a lot of woods, it's generally a good place
to pick somebody up. I hadn't been there for more than about ten minutes
when I came across two young guys of about seventeen behind some
bushes. They were standing facing each other, still fully clothed, but with
their cocks sticking out of their flies. They were gently giving each other
a wank. One of them had a cycle with him and I couldn't work out whether
they'd only just met or whether that was their usual meeting place. I stood
looking at them for about five minutes, my cock telling me it wanted to
join in. They just ignored me. I was about to suggest they come back to my
place so they could enjoy themselves in comfort when one of them suddenly
muttered 'Fuck' and his cum spurted out all over his mate's trousers. I
just smiled and left them to clear up.

The following day I had better luck. I met a guy of about twenty-five who
took me back to his flat. I soon found out that all he wanted was a large
cock up his arse. Anything less than eight inches wasn't good enough. I
gave him my best, thrusting all nine inches into him, pumping away, as he
begged for more.  He wanted to meet me again and although he wasn't really
my type I agreed - after all, he was better than nothing.  I forget how
many times I fucked that guy in the next three weeks. On the Saturday alone
just after Joe left I did it three times. All he had to do was bend over
and my cock slipped in with no problems at all.

Joe

The day before I left for college Chris took me out for a drink. As we sat
in the pub chatting and laughing I began to feel the last chance of having
sex with him had gone and I decided the best thing to do was to try and
forget him.

I'd not been at college for more than a couple of days when I heard some of
the guys laughing about some local woods which were used by gays. I decided
to try them out. The first time I went there was nobody about - I think it
must have been too early in the day. The second time I saw a slim,
good-looking guy about the same age as me, sitting on a seat. I sat next to
him and we soon started talking, He asked me the directions to some place,
I don't know where, but I knew from the start what he really wanted because
he kept fiddling with his cock and looking down at mine. Eventually I said

'What do you like?'

He said he didn't know as he'd never tried it before so I suggested we go
into some bushes. He followed me but was obviously very nervous. Nobody
could possibly have seen us from the path but he kept on looking round as
he slowly undid his flies. Impatiently I pushed my hand inside his trousers
and gripped hold of his cock. It was the first time I'd touched a cock
other than my own. It was a fucking lovely feeling and I began to shake
with excitement as I squeezed it. Suddenly he said ' Sorry I've got to go',
pushed my hand away, did his flies up and left. I hadn't even had a chance
to get my own fucking cock out.

About a week later I went down to the woods again. I soon noticed a guy a
little older than me strolling along the path. I followed him. He kept
looking round and after a while left the pathway and went into some bushes
where he stopped and waited for me. He asked me what I liked and I said I
didn't mind. He then said, 'You going to give me a fuck?' I suddenly began
to feel nervous. I didn't want to tell him I'd not fucked anybody
before. He then told me to get my cock out. Trembling I undid my belt,
pulled down my zip, and pushed my trousers down but as soon as he saw my
cock he said ' Fuck me that's not very big. I usually like them larger than
that.'  I immediately told him to fuck off, pulled up my trousers and left.

That night I went to bed feeling so fucking pissed off I didn't know what
to do and as I lay on top of the bedclothes wanking all I could think of
was Chris. I just had to see him. After about half an hour I jumped out of
bed and even though it was late turned my mobile on and gave him a ring.

Chris

Joe had been gone for three weeks, and I was beginning to get him out of my
mind, when I got a surprise telephone call from him. He wanted to stay with
me Saturday night and asked me if I would pick him up at the station.  I
agreed

On Saturday the train arrived on time and we went straight back to my
place. The evening was spent drinking and talking about college. Joe was
continually looking down at my cock and I kept getting a hard on but the
subject of sex was never mentioned. When it was time for bed I showed him
the spare room and went to bed myself.  I took all my clothes off, got into
bed, lay on my side and started work on my cock. Once again I couldn't get
Joe out of my mind and as the tip of my cock began to tingle I wondered
what he was doing. I was just about to investigate when I heard a noise and
opening my eyes, noticed that the landing light had been turned on. A few
seconds later Joe was standing in the doorway, his hand down his shorts,
wanking. I just didn't know what to do. I was about to turn over and say
something when suddenly he thrust his hips forward and muttered 'Fuck it'
as he shot his load into his shorts. Without another word he turned round
and went back to bed. I don't think he realised I'd seen him.

The following morning while he was in the bathroom I had a quick look
round. There was a large wet patch all over the bottom sheet of his
bed. Joe had wanked again that morning and it was pretty obvious he wanted
me to know.

Joe

Chris picked me up at the station on Saturday evening and we went straight
back to his place. As we sat chatting about college I couldn't keep my eyes
off his bulge. He looked incredibly horny and I wondered whether he'd had
sex with anybody while I'd been away. I almost asked him but kept quiet as
I didn't want to tell him about my two failures.

We went to bed fairly late but I was feeling so turned on I was determined
to try my luck. As soon as I was sure he was in bed, I got up, turned the
landing light on and stood at his bedroom door, my hand down my shorts,
wanking. He was lying in bed on his side and I tried to work out what he
was doing, but couldn't.  I then made the same mistake I'd made on the
holiday. I lost control and spurted my cum into my shorts before I'd wanted
to.

The following day I had to return to college quite early but decided to
leave my calling card so that Chris would know why I'd come. I stood by the
bed and began to rub my cock until the thick sticky cum spurted all over
the sheets. I knew it wouldn't be long before Chris came in to inspect

On the journey back to college I thought about trying my luck in the woods
again but I didn't want to risk another humiliation so I made up my mind to
give Chris another ring.

Chris

In the middle of the following week I got another telephone call from
Joe. This time I wasn't surprised. He wanted to be met on Friday this time
and stay for the whole of the weekend. I picked him up as arranged and we
went for a curry before going back to my place. During the meal he was
unusually quiet and I couldn't make it out. As soon as we got home he asked
if he could have a bath because he wanted to go to bed early. This time he
closed the bathroom door and I began to think sex wasn't on his agenda for
the weekend. When he came down stairs, though, he looked incredibly horny
and was wearing tight jeans, which made his cute bum even more inviting. As
he sat down in the chair opposite me the urge to fuck him was almost
overpowering. We talked about this and that until about eleven o'clock when
he decided he wanted to go to bed. I followed about ten minutes after.

Joe

The following Friday when Chris met me at the station we went for a meal. I
didn't really want to go because I wasn't hungry. All I wanted was
sex. When we eventually got home I went straight to the bathroom, closed
the door and began to work on my cock with some of Chris' oil, hoping to
make it look larger. I put on very tight jeans and went down stairs feeling
unbelievably horny.  As we sat talking I couldn't take my eyes off Chris'
bulge and kept trying to persuade myself that he was getting a hard on.

Chris

As I undressed I couldn't help wondering what Joe's intentions were. I knew
he was going to try something.  I got into bed and my cock had hardly got
to full stretch when I heard a noise coming from his room. Just like the
previous week the landing light went on and Joe appeared in the
doorway. There was one difference though. This time he was naked. He stood
with his legs apart and his hips thrust slightly forward. He wasn't
wanking, he was just standing there, his cock stiff and throbbing.I rolled
over onto my back, put my knees in the air and looked at him. There was a
long pause before I broke the silence:

'Are you sure you want it Joe?'

His reply was almost a whisper ' Yeah, of course I'm fucking sure'

The silence returned, then without a warning he moved towards the bottom of
the bed and whipped my quilt off in one move. I lay there naked, my hand
gently massaging my cock. He looked down at it and then at me. This time he
was the one who broke the silence

'Is it because my cock's so small that you don't want me?

I carried on wanking hardly knowing what to say. Then I muttered something
about not wanting him to regret it and said there must be plenty of guys
his own age at college.'

'I've fucking tried that' he said, sounding really desperate..

I didn't ask him what happened I just looked at him.

Joe

When we eventually got to bed I did just as I'd done the previous week.  I
waited for Chris to turn his light off before creeping out of my room and
switching the landing light on. I went and stood at his open door again but
this time there was a difference. I was naked and my hands were by my side.
I was determined to wait there until he noticed me. I didn't have to wait
long.  'Are you sure you want it Joe?' he asked Of course I was sure and I
told him so. Silence followed and I knew I had to do something so I quickly
moved towards the bottom of his bed and whipped off the quilt. I saw once
again the enormous stiff cock I'd seen on holiday but this time it was
being massaged by Chris' strong muscular hand. He was slowly moving his
foreskin up and down. It sent me fucking crazy. I suggested he didn't want
sex with me because my cock was so small. He then started going on about
there being plenty of guys at college. I was in despair.

Chris

 I knew I couldn't resist Joe much longer and when he suddenly flung
himself on the bed beside me I immediately lost all control and gripped him
round the head and started to kiss him passionately. His hands took hold of
my arse and our cocks pressed hard against our bodies. Eventually as I felt
pre-cum seeping out of his cock and onto my stomach I let go of him and my
tongue started to work feverishly as it began to prepare his body for what
was to follow.

Joe

I started to plead with Chris, 'Come on, come on can't you see I'm fucking
desperate?' and then flung myself onto the bed beside him and lay there
helpless. Almost at once I felt his strong hands gripping me round the head
and his strong muscular body pressing against me. As he started to kiss me
passionately my hands grasped hold of his arse and I could feel that lovely
large cock pressing hard against my stomach. Suddenly he let go and within
seconds I could feel his tongue working its way down my body. I was
shivering with excitement. I now knew that Chris would do whatever I
asked....