Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2006 07:48:09 +0100
From: Nigel Dean <takemypantsoff@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Bollock Naked With Dan

Hi guys - this is my latest story.  I hope you enjoy it and would LOVE to
hear from you.  e-mail: takemypantsoff@hotmail.co.uk
Enjoy... Nigel

BOLLOCK NAKED WITH DAN By Nigel

He wasn't overweight, no not at all, at the very most a case of some puppy
fat forgetting to depart at the end of adolescence.  Nothing to worry about
but I do know it worried Dan.  We were only glancing acquaintances but I was
aware of some of his efforts to shed those few pounds of desperately
unwanted flesh.

Dan is a bank clerk, standing each day behind the counter in Nat West's
Stokemartin branch.  Stokemartin is a small market town and part of my daily
routine.  I too work for the bank but in a rather different role, one more
relaxed than Dan's occupation and one where I do not have to face the public
as they deposit their savings or try to cash cheques beyond their overdraft
limit.  Each day I drive between braches of Nat West Bank up and down the
region delivering internal mail and boxes of stationary, promotional
material and any other junk head office think appropriate.  The Stokemartin
branch is the last call on my route and I always get there after it has
closed its doors to customers so giving time for a chat at the end of the
day.

That was how I got to know Dan and how I came to learn that he was so
worried about his weight.

"Going  to jog three miles tonight,"  he would say.

Or....

"Playing squash after work."

Often commenting on the diet.....

"Haven't eaten potatoes for a week now."

Then...

"I'm thinking to drink spirits and give up the beer."

"Don't know what you are worrying about Dan," I would counter.

"Easy for you mate, you've got nothing to be concerned over."

And so the daily conversations would progress.  Nothing I could say during
those brief visits made any difference and I was becoming a little tired of
Dan's only topic of conversation. It got that I did my best to make my
visits to Stokemartin as brief as possible.  Then came the day when I had no
fewer than sixteen heavy boxes to drop off.  When I say heavy I mean heavy !
  these weighed a ton.

Dan offered to help me bring the boxes inside and I was grateful for is
assistance.  As he bent over to pick the first box out of the van his
trousers tightened across his backside showing the line curving round the
edge of each cheek where his underpants lay.  Hell, it looked good and as we
went in and out moving the boxes inside the bank I made sure I was always
behind Dan so I could check out the repeated sight.

I think I have made it clear that Dan was not overweight and as we worked
together that afternoon it occurred to me just how good looking he actually
was.  Not a twink or a pretty boy, neither a hunk or stud but all in all
rather a looker.

I used to think that fate always played its cards close to its chest,
waiting until it is ready to lay one trump after another onto the table and
confound all players. As far as Dan was concerned the first had been a low
card, perhaps a two or a three, as he offered to help me unload the van.
Next came a much higher card, say and eight or even a nine, as I repeatedly
enjoyed the sight of Dan's bum against his trousers.  The game was coming to
an end as we walked back to the van for the final two boxes when fate turned
over a jack.

"I went for a sauna last night," Dan said.  "Bloody amazing, bollock naked
and I sweat off pounds."

Dan naked ?  I looked at him and tried to picture the idea.  In my hands I
held the queen.  Turning it over I said, "You know what you need Dan ?  You
need a personal trainer."

It was now Dan's turn to play and he had a king.  "Good idea, do you know
anyone who could take me on ?"

Ace of trumps, I had the ace of trumps.  I looked at the highest card in the
pack, the one that would beat all others.  Playing that card I said, "I'll
do it."

Dan beamed. "Do you mean that ?"

All I had to do now was to pick up my winning.  "Of course and we'll start
tonight."

Dan didn't actually live in Stokemartin but a few miles away in a place
called Lower Drayton, fortunately this was in the direction of my own home
but nonetheless I still lived thirty miles away.  I would have to drive
back, return the van and come back down later in my own car.

"We\can just draw up a schedule tonight, a training plan" I said, "then
start properly tomorrow."

"Sounds good."

"Do you know a good pub we can sit and have a drink in?"

"Is the Pop a Catholic ?" Dan sniggered.  He looked strangely contended or
perhaps happy. Anyway I was delirious as my plan was outworking.

The training element of my plan would centre round just one thing, to get
Dan naked and for me to be naked with him.  I was twenty-four at the time
and I guessed Dan to be nineteen, perhaps a year or eighteen months older.
In truth I probably wasn't the best qualified to set myself up as a personal
trainer but I would be able to get by in the role.  Until quite recently I
had played football and been good at all-round sports.  I could swim and I
could handle most things requiring physical strength and co-ordination.  I
would certainly handle and co-ordinate Dan !

All this talk of Dan being overweight or unfit was utter nonsense. As I
continued to contemplate the thought of his naked body I was filled with
wave after wave of excitement, but I would have to control myself, I would
have to be patient.  That evening would only be a preliminary meeting,
nothing more.  Not even an hors d'oeuve or starter before the main course
but perhaps a slight smell of cooking wafting from the kitchen, a hint of
something wonderfully delicious to be enjoyed when the time came.

All the way back home after my last drop in Stokemartin I had a raging
stiffy between my legs.  No force of self-will could control it and no
matter what train of thoughts I forced through my mind I was unable to think
for long about anything other than Dan, and Dan bollock naked.

In the shower I wanked myself silly but the effect was only temporary.  As I
drove back down to the South of the county and our meeting there were
significant further rumblings between my legs.  Dan had suggested the pub we
would meet at where we could map out the fitness plan.  I knew precisely in
which direction that campaign would be heading.

"Do you jog,"  I asked, "perhaps we should start with some jogging."  I
remembered Dan talking in his many ramblings about running three miles but I
really did not care, this was all a guise.

"I've used the running machine at the gym."

"Better outside," I suggested, "jog round the roads, more of an all body
thing than legs on a moving machine."

"You're possibly right," Dan said tipping back his glass and draining the
last of his beer.

"Another ?"  I reached for the glass.

I went to the bar, twisting my body in an attempt to conceal from Dan the
tell-tale shape of my trouser front.  fuck, I hadn't been so horny in ages.
What was it about Dan ?

"Thanks," Dan smiled as I handed him the drink. "But I'll have to sweat this
off tomorrow."

I was sweating right then but conjured up mental pictures of more than mere
physical exercise.

"One hour on the running machine for every pint,"  Dan observed.  "Isn't
that right ?"

We were playing cards again, Dan had just dealt the first hand, but we were
only turning over low suits.  I checked and I had some much higher cards in
my hand ready to play when the moment was right, not to mention all the
highest trumps hidden away in preparation to secure my victory.  Time to up
the stakes a little, I'd play a seven or even an eight, watch Dan's reaction
then lay a picture card face up on the table.  See what his reactions would
be to that !

"Tonight we drink, tomorrow we train."  I took a small sip of beer.  "We'll
jog a few miles."

"OK."

Time for that picture card.  As Dan lifted his glass I played the jack of
clubs.  "So tell me about this sauna you use, see if we can work it into the
programme."

I watched Dan stifle the swallow, a slower reaction could have caused him to
cough or choke. He fumbled for a card to play, anything that would cover my
jack.  I sensed may indeed have one, his face was giving something away but
I could not guess what it was.  From its hidden place I found a king and
held it ready should it become necessary to play it.  Dan was hesitating and
the colour in his face was flushing ever so slightly.  I have heard how the
very best poker players can induce this and confuse their opponents, sending
them totally in the wrong direction. But this wasn't the case with Dan, he
was just embarrassed. I'd not wait, I would play the king straight away.

"I thought you said the sauna was good," I spoke casually as if not
particularly interested.

Dan stuttered. "You'd, you'd not like it ! It's not your kind of place."

"Why ?" What was that card Dan was nervously holding to his chest, fingers
twisting in fear to play ? "Why ? What's the problem ?"

We were sitting outside in the pub garden, nobody was close enough to be
able to overhear our conversation and yet Dan looked nervously about him
before he spoke and when he spoke it was in a whisper.  "Because it's a gay
sauna. I'm sorry."

And then there was silence. Dan had played the ace of trumps and his playing
it had left me momentarily off balance.  I was speechless and not in control
of the game. About me I could hear the wind rustling the tress but the
loudest sound was the heavy beating of my heart  What now ?  Should I reach
out and pick up the winnings but I hadn't won yet.  Dan began to collect the
cards and end the game.

"I'm sorry," he said again.  "You were good to offer your help but let's
finish the drinks and forget everything."  But this was a bluff, Dan was
still playing I knew he was.

"Hey !"  I metaphorically reached out with my hand to cover the cards.
"Stop for a moment.  You didn't give me the chance to answer. Do you know
what my answer would have been ?"

Dan shook his head and I am sure he was trying to suppress a smile.  I
looked him in the eye and said, "cool."

Again there was silence but this time it was different and though it I could
hear Dan's heart beating above my own. I needed to play yet another card,
the game wasn't over.

"Can't you tell ?"  I smiled, "Can't you tell that I am..."

"Gay ?" Dan finished the sentence then added, "Are you ?"

"Yes," I confirmed. "Just as you are."

I wasn't sure who had won the game. Dan did not know what to say. Twice he
opened his mouth but the words did not come out so I decided to help.

"I suspect you are a novice."

"Yes."

At last I was sure I was holding the winning chips from the game, all I had
to do now was to cash them in. "So you were looking for a personal trainer
and you appointed me to the position. Perhaps I had better start training
you and while we are at it stop all this physical fitness crap !"

Dan's grin widened.  Anyone would have thought he had won the game not I,
that his ambition was about to be fulfilled, not mine.

"So where's this sauna ?"

"It's open tonight."

That wasn't an answer to my question, Dan was leaping forward.  The game of
cards was over, it was now time for us both to spend our winnings.

"That's great,"  I said, "but where is it ?"

In its day Luton was a thriving town but somehow over the last two decades
it lost its way to enter a decline and achieve the listing in one particular
guide book as the least fashionable place in England with the M1 Motorway
being there only good thing to come out of Luton !  But the writers of that
guide book failed to take into consideration The Greenhouse Sauna.

I had heard of The Greenhouse but this would be my first visit. We drove
together in my car, it meant I would have to make the journey back later in
order to drop Dan off and then there was the long journey home for me but
these miles were a small price to pay and something I did not even stop to
consider.  I was feeling happy that my plan, even if advanced and revised by
Dan, had reached this point. This sensation of happiness rapidly changed to
excitement as the miles to Luton and the Greenhouse Sauna fell away.
Finally the emotion changed to one of warm contentedness and strangely the
hardon I had been sporting for hours simply faded away.  My desire to enjoy
the naked delights of my new friend did not fate or diminish in any way,
rather they flamed as fierce as any inferno.

The Greenhouse Sauna advertises itself as An Ocean of Pleasure in a Hectic
World.

>From the outside the Greenhouse doesn't look anything out of the ordinary,
blending well with the drab grayness for which the town of Luton is famed
but inside it is a very different story.  One is transported to an ancient
time where citizens of  a different civilisation relax in a hot spa.

"My treat," Dan insisted, paying our entrance fee.

I smiled consent.

"The pleasure we can share," he said with a voice that appeared to be trying
to temper the boldness with a note of shyness.  I looked at my friend and
decided he was far from shy, there was something enigmatic about Dan.  the
game of cards was over, wasn't it ?  Or was Dan still dealing trumps ?

In the locker room Dan faced me then took a small pace forwards to position
himself no more than two feet away.  "if you are to be my tutor," he said in
that same bold voice, "perhaps you could start by undressing me."

My hands reached out and rested themselves on his hips.  I held them there
for a brief moment before taking hold of his shirt and lifting it up over
his head.  Dan raised his arms to assist and as the shirt came away our eyes
met and sparks flashed between us and I knew that my friend fancied me every
bit as I did he. I wondered if I had indeed engineered this moment in time,
perhaps it was Dan who was manipulating destiny.

I began to caress Dan's chest then quickly stripped away my own shirt.  As
Dan stroked his way around my upper body I attended to his trousers which
were soon on the floor. Quickly I released my own and stepped out of them.
In front of me a pair of tight white briefs showed a hard line of
excitement, glimpsed so beautifully although briefly as Dan wrapped a towel
round his waist.  I followed suit and we picked up our clothes to place them
in lockers before leaving the changing room.

"There are some private rooms," Dan said, "shall we chill out in one ?"

It was a rhetorical question but I nodded eager agreement.  The private
rooms were a little more than cubicles, that on our right was obviously
occupied as sounds of two guys wildly enjoying themselves permeated the
walls.  Dan closed the door behind us and dropped his towel. Copying, my
eyes traveled over him, my ambition was now fully realised.  God he was
beautiful, just where had that crazy idea come from that he needed to lose
some weight ?  he was perfect.

"So if you are my trainer," a naked Dan smiled, "train me !"  With those
words he then took me by the shoulders and said, "Thank you," and turned
round.

I saw for the first time my friends arse minus those tight trousers.  Two
rounded cheeks invitingly presenting themselves to me.  The muscles in my
stomach tightened in deep anticipation.  I closed the small space between us
and felt the heat of Dan's body radiating to my own.  My cock was like a bar
of toughened steel as I pressed against my friend and rested it in the line
of his buttocks.  I reached my arms around his chest and pulled us tightly
together.  My lips formed a kiss in the nape of his neck.  twenty-four hours
ago Dan had been a dull and boring bank clerk, now he was the most awe
inspiring and excruciatingly exciting phenomena on the face of the planet.

Moving back slightly I steered my cock to the point between Dan's cheeks
where pleasure awaited us both.  I was a little surprised ho easily it slid
inside my friend.  As I pushed Dan groaned with pleasure, if there was any
pain he did not show it.  Surely Dan was not the novice he claimed to be.

Since the moment I had seen that backside press against the material of his
trousers I had wanted to take pleasure from Dan but the anticipated and
hoped for pleasure was way short of the reality now happening between us.

Although I began slowly it wasn't long before my movements turned into wild
thrusting as I forced myself deeper and deeper into my friend.  His buttocks
slapped against the inside of my groin.  Within my body walls of emotion
pounded one upon another until finally everything gave way and I pumped
everything I had deep inside him.  I was exhausted and so was Dan.

"And you are no novice,"  I thought silently to myself.

Although The Greenhouse was busy we were the only two in the actual sauna
cabin itself.  Previous occupants had already lifted the temperature to a
high level but Dan raised it even more as he ladled water onto the coals.
The water spat, sizzled and filled the air to surge the heat ever upward.

"Hell Dan,"  I panted, "isn't it hot enough for you ?"

"Not as hot as you are !  Let's sweat then take a shower."

The showers ere three sided tiled areas each with its own water supply and
each big enough to accommodate two bodies.  "His and his shower," Dan
giggled as we stepped into a vacant booth.  Dan turned on the tap and ice
cold jets played down on our bodies.  I gasped again, minutes before it had
been with the heat but now the direct opposite seized my body.  Dan put his
arms round me and hugged me tight.  The water hit our two heads before
cascading down over our two bodies.  It wasn't long before our lips met and
we began to kiss.  Exploring Dan's mouth I became oblivious to any sensation
of cold and could have continued for much longer but Dan had other ideas.

With a hand on each side of my head he gently but very firmly pushed me
downwards.  I fell to my knees and took Dan's cock inside my mouth.  My
heart increased its already rapid beat as I used every one of my five senses
to explore my friend's manhood.  It was possible to taste how close he was
to cumin, a pleasure I did not deny him for long - deny us both.

This guy did not need me as his trainer, he did need any trainer, he was a
coach of Olympic standing in his own right.

"Dan you are fucking amazing,"  I sighed.

"As I recall," he smiled, "you are the one who did the fucking !"

"Yes."

"But the night is young, my turn next."

No way was I enjoying myself with a novice, no novice could be so good. I
puzzled at the way Dan was now against the way he had spoken to confess that
his visits to the sauna were to a gay sauna and then the way he spoke later
with a bold yet strangely naive tone in his voice.  Oh Dan what kind of a
mystery are you ?

With fresh towels wrapped about our waists we sat in the cafe area sipping
coffee.  Dan reached out and took my hand. Squeezing it gently he said, "Do
you have to go home tonight ?"

I didn't but before I could reply he added, "They have a few hotel rooms
here, let's take one and stay the night together."

We were playing cards again but this time Dan held everything and was
playing for us both.  I wanted to stay and searched for words that would
express just how much I wanted to stay.

"Do they have any rooms free ?"  I asked.

"Oh yes," Dan smiled, "I picked the key up from reception when I paid for us
to some in."  Dan placed down five cards one after another: ten, jack,
queen, king and ace - all trumps.

We slept in each other's arms between crisp white sheets.  Downstairs in the
sauna we had enjoyed sex, here in the bedroom we had made love.  My lover
stirred and opened his eyes.  I kissed him gently and he smiled.

"I think I love you,"  I whispered.

"I know," he answered, "and I think I love you.  I've thought that for a
long time."

I must have looked puzzled.   "Don't  you  realise,"  he said, "for just how
many weeks I have been trying to seduce you ?   I never wanted any fitness
programme,  I never wanted any trainer I just wanted you.  I wanted to
seduce you but it wasn't easy, you were too naive to pic up on many of the
hits I threw at you then suddenly this afternoon you changed."

My mouth fell open with incredulity but Dan must have thought I was about to
speak.

"No don't say anything," he said, "just make love to me again."

I hope you liked the tale. Let me know.  takemypantsoff@hotmail.co.uk
All the best
Nigel