Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 09:58:03 +0200
From: Thys Van Rooyen <mpj720317@gmail.com>
Subject: Devon Valley Part One

DEVON VALLEY PART ONE

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DEVON VALLEY
CHAPTER ONE:
MATT'S FIRST LOVE


The thirty-six year old heartthrob, Matt smiled as he sat down on the couch
opposite the young reporter. Smiling even more as he saw the reaction on the young
man's face, and the young reporter didn't even try to hide his lustful interest.
Staring at Matt shamelessly, taking in every inch of the perfect specimen of
manhood sitting down in front of him. Not trying to be vein or anything but Matt got
use to the effect he had on people and he enjoyed every moment of it. It was his
reward for all those hours of hard work in the gym and all those hours looking after
himself. Shit he had to, thanks to his looks and body he is where he was today.
The young reporter on the other hand, Luke had heard the rumours about Matt, his
manliness, his beauty and his ability to turn everything he touched into gold, but he
could never even in his wildest dreams imagined this man to be this handsome. He
actually looked unreal. It was impossible for man or person to be as handsome and
good-looking as Matt. Not to mentioned filthy rich as well. There goes his theory
that all rich men are bald, old and ugly.
He looked more than something or someone that belonged on the covers of fitness
magazines or in action movies. He really was the perfect specimen of a man, with the
looks of a perfect male model and the build of a Hollywood action star. Every inch
of this man was perfect, from his short army cut hairstyle right through to the
designer shoes or boots that he was wearing. Those big brown eyes so friendly and
warm, with a smile that could easily melt the coldest heart!
He had a strong muscular face, yet soft and beautiful with a stubble beard. He was
dressed in a white T-Shirt that clung to his torso like a second skin showing of his
muscular chest and perfect abs. His muscular arms covered in `n thin layer of
perfectly woven hair, with a network of veins running from his hands up to his
muscular arms.
His light blue denims fitted him tightly showing of his equally muscular legs, not to
mention his bubble butt that Luke noticed earlier on. Sitting down on the couch in
front of him Luke couldn't help but noticed the bulge in his groin area.
If Luke had to see him in the street not knowing who he was he would never have
had guessed that would be gay!
Matt only smiled, waiting patiently as the man took in every inch of him. When he
was asked for this interview he wasn't really up for it, but he owed the editor of the
gay magazine. They did a few stories of his resort in the past and he made good
business out of it. So he said he would do it, joking that he would only do it if they
send him a good-looking journalist. He made a mental reminder to phone the editor
and thanking him. Luke was very handsome.
Matt guessed him to be in his late twenties, blond blue eye hunk with a slender yet
muscular physique. He must spend most of his workouts in the swimming pool.
	"So are we ready to begin?" he asked after a few minutes pulling the young
man back to the present.
Luke smiled shyly as his face turns red.
	"Yeah sure, sorry about that, it's just that my editor told me that you were
handsome, but honestly I could never imagined you being this handsome!" he
suddenly stopped when he realized what he had just said and looked down.
	"Thank you!" Matt replied. "And if you don't mind me saying, you are not bad
looking either."
Luke looks up. There were a sparkle in his big blue eyes and Matt knew that he would
have this young man in his bed before this interview was over. He also knew that it
wouldn't take much to have him right there right now either. But work always came
first.

	"So Luke, tell me I have agreed for this interview but I still didn't know what
it is for."
Luke sits up straight suddenly very professional.
	"Well we are doing a whole series on successful gay business owners in South
Africa for the magazine, but some of the stories will also be published in book form.
My editor decided on this after some of our readers actually wrote in and said that
the younger gay generation actually needed some role models. So that is why we are
here. Do you have any problems with people knowing you are gay?"
Matt laughed.
	"Sorry about that, but I don't think there is anyone on this earth that
doesn't know about me being gay. I have never rubbed my sexuality in people's faces,
but when asked I always told the truth, and in business, that the best way to
success."
Luke smiled at the answer and took his little voice recorder out and put it on the
table in front of him. Opening is his note book he scanned all the questions he had
prepared, looking for the first question. He looks back up to Matt.
       "Let's start at the beginning, when it all happened. When did you first
realised you where gay?"
Matt look at Luke, his smile had disappeared, sitting back into his couch,
	"Well I guess I have always known, it was always there in the back of my
mind, I had dated a few girls when I was still in school even had a taste of sex with
woman on later in my life, but like I said, It was always there in the back of my
head, I was gay and I think I was just waiting for the right moment to explore that!
	"Can you still remember your first time, how old were you?
	"My first time also turned out to be my first love!" he answered and Luke
could hear the hurt in his voice.
	"Are you okay to talk about it?" Luke asked
Matt smiled,
	"Yeah, it's been a very long time ago, and thinking of it, you will be the first
person I ever told about him. He was my first sexual encounter, he was the first
man ever to have own my heart . . . but let me start at the beginning. I was still in
school, it was my last year and I had just finished my record exams and my dad
invited me to go on a weekend trip with him to Pretoria. . And wow what a weekend it
turned out to be!"
Matt closed his eyes and think back to that faithful day that he first encountered
the magical world of sex . . .

. . . Who would have thought that a boring weekend with my dad would turn out to
be the most life changing event in my life. It seems so unreal; if I could I would
have told every soul that was willing to listen.
My dad told me that he needed to go to Pretoria, some personal business he told me.
I didn't ask any questions I was upset that I had to stay behind with my
stepmother. I know he didn't ask me because I was getting ready for my final
exams. But he surprised me by asking me to join him. He told me it might be a well
needed break before I hit the books. How could I refuse? That Thursday night we
left by train for Pretoria.
The train was empty and after dinner we went to bed. The next morning we arrived
in Pretoria and to my surprise my uncle was there to pick us up. But that wasn't
really what surprised me. He and my dad greeted each other like best friends that
haven't seen each others in years. That was the strange part, they hated each
other! Every time he came to visit us my dad would be upset and tries everything to
be away from home. I have never seen them before speaking more than two words to
each other and here they are hugging each other. Well if I had thought that to be
strange my dad's words following were even stranger.
	"Remember, if you mother asked we never saw your uncle!" wow, what was
going on here. Again I didn't ask. I never had a problem with my uncle. I might not
have liked his sister but I had nothing against him, in fact he was object of many of
my sexual fantasies.
I was gay, not out, but proud. Nobody knew about my sexual preference and I would
for now like to keep it like that. I have known from a very early age that I was gay
and my uncle was the first man I ever saw naked with a hardon . . .
Matt stops his story and looks at Luke. He was sitting there with big eyes, shocked
and Matt could only smile. He would have looked the same if somebody told him that
about his uncle.
	"Before we continued, maybe I must just clear a few things up about my
uncle. He wasn't really related to me, he was my stepmothers, stepbrother. . . "He
explained. Turning his head looking through the window he continued his story . . .

. . . I was seven, eleven years ago when my dad married my stepmother or Lucifer's
Ex-Wife as I would like to call her. I didn't like her before the wedding and I still
don't like her. When they went on their honeymoon I had to stay with her mother.
At that stage my uncle was also staying with her, he was in the army and was
transferred to Pretoria and he was in the process of looking for a place to stay.
Must admit if it wasn't for him staying there I would have gone crazy.
Thinking back I can remember many evenings, lying in bed, crying missing my dad,
while listening to music coming from my uncle's room. His room was next to mine.
Sometimes he would come in to my room sitting on the bed with me, talking to me,
telling me not to be sad that my dad would be back before I know it. He was so
sweet. He would hug me and then would go back to his room.
One night, the night before my parents came back from their honeymoon I stayed
up late with my uncle, I was so happy that my dad was coming home that I couldn't
sleep. He was watching some horror movies. When we eventually went to bed it
started raining, the thunder was hard and deafening. I was scared shitless, I am not
ashamed to admit it. Even today I am still scared of thunder.
I just couldn't take it anymore so I got out of bed and sneaked into my uncle's room.
I could hear from his breathing that he was still awake. It sounded like he was
running a marathon his breathing was hard and racing. He had the fright of his life
when I lifted the blanket without warning, at the same time thunder struck outside
and the room was as bright as day light. I know it lasted for only a second or two
but what I saw was printed in my mind for life. I would use that image many times
afterwards while masturbating.
He was laying there naked as the day he was borne, his massive erection as hard as
rock with his one hand folded around it. Wow what a sight sitting here talking about
it, thinking back I can still remember every little detail of what I had seen in those
few seconds. Besides the fearful expression in his eyes of being caught in the act he
looked so handsome, so manly, so grown up. His hair short and dark like they use to
wear it those days in the army, with a few day old stubble that decorated his strong
manly face.
The rest of his body was strongly built, muscles everywhere, his chest and stomach
covered with a thin layer of hair. Even his arms were hairy with blue veins running
from his hand up to his shoulders.
His massive erection stood erect, the foreskin pulled back exposing his massive cock
head. Thick veins run down his 8' shaft to where it disappeared underneath the dark
bush of pubic hairs.
	"Wow, what are you doing?" his asked in a hard whisper not wanting to alarm
his mother.
I told him I was scared and that I don't want to be alone. I asked him if I can sleep
with him for a while only till the storm is over. He said it was fine as long as I don't
tell anybody what I saw. I promised. I got into bed next to him, my head on his
hairy chest his left arm holding me to him. He closed the covers.  I felt so safe. The
end of the world could have come and I would have been happy. At that stage I
didn't really understand the emotions I went through.
We laid there for a few minutes not saying a anything. And then out of the blue still
don't know why, I asked him if my penis will also be as big as his one day! He said it
will. I asked him if I might touch his penis. There was no reply for long, but
eventually he said yes, but made me understand that it wrong for him to allow it and
that he could get in very big trouble if anyone should ever found out about it. Again
I promised not to tell a soul.
I touched it like he did, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. It was so thick that
my fingers couldn't wrap all around. It felt so soft, yet it was so hard and I could
feel the blood pumping through the veins. It was the most amazing thing I have ever
felt in my life. I never wanted to let go of it. Slowly I started to move my hand up
and down over his shaft. He started to breathe deeply again, but never told me to
stop. I did that for what felt like forever, suddenly I felt his body contracting, his
cock in my hand expanding and the next moment he had an orgasm. His cum all over
the place and I wanted to know if it was normal. He told me that it was and that it
would happen to me as well when I grew up. I asked him if he had enjoyed it and he
said yes. But that it was wrong for us to have done it and that it should never
happen again and that I wasn't allow telling anyone. Again I promised and said that
he didn't do anything wrong, that I wanted to do it and that I have enjoyed it just
as well.
We never spoke of it ever again and thankfully nothing changed between us. And
when I saw him on the station that day he picked us up he looked even better than
he did all those years ago. Dressed in full army uniform he looked like one of those
many hunky men I have been looking at on the internet these last few months, I
know people might think me a pervert, but I am not. Staying in Devon Valley the
internet was my only window into the gay world.
His uniform fitted him like a glove and it was hard not to stare at the bulge in his
groin. Not to mention his tanned muscled arms hairy as I remembered.  His face as
manly and handsome as ever, and I actually caught myself hoping and wishing that
something might happen again between me and my uncle.
Unfortunately nothing did.
Nothing really happened that weekend but it was nice being away from home and to
see the big city again, before we knew it we were back at the station going home. My
uncle dropped us of and said that he might see us soon. My dad said great and
added something strange; I don't really think I was supposed to hear what he had
said. But I did, it was something like back to hating each other. Again I didn't asked
questions.
We were in one on the restaurant's drinking a beer with my dad when he asked me
what I planned to do when I finish school the end of this year. My first logical and
honest answer would have been having as much sex as possible with as many men as I
could find. But he was my dad and wouldn't have like that. So I told him that I still
wasn't sure. I told him that I was actually planning on taking a leap year, getting a
job and clear my mind. I know that they were willing to pay for my higher education
but I wasn't sure what I wanted to do and I didn't want to waste their money. He
said that my stepmother might not be happy with that. I told him that I would pay
rent once I found a job.
He was getting up to get another beer when I realised that I actually couldn't wait
to get home. I couldn't wait to see Ben; Ben replaced his uncle and was now the
object of all my sexual fantasies. I had a secret crush on since forever. I had sex in
my mind and dreams so many times with him that I would never to able to count it.
But it was always is my head, truth is the only sexual encounter I ever had was the
one with my uncle. I was still a virgin, not by choice I just never had the opportunity.
I know this might sound stupid, well it feels stupid saying it aloud, but I guess I was
waiting for Ben to be my first. I have seen sign sometimes that made me believe
that he might actually have feelings for me as well.
I remembered as a young boy I always tried everything to be close to Ben, taking
every opportunity to sit on the hunky man's lap.  Even when my parents went away
and Ben was asked to look after me, I made up stories just so that he could sleep in
the same bed as Ben. Ben never seemed to mind and never said anything to my
parents about it. Even now all I wanted was to be with Ben, feeling Ben against me. I
was a grown up now and couldn't sit on Ben's lap anymore, but now we always seem to
wrestle when we are around each other. I enjoyed feeling Ben's arms around me but
it was also becoming a problem. As I grew older, my cock grew bigger and every time
Ben touches me he got an erection. It was embarrassing and I feared the day Ben
would notice it and ends the friendship.
But I guess that Ben would always be just in my head, he would never do anything to
compromise his friendship with my dad.
Yeah, don't I know just how to choose them. If it's not my stepmother's brother it's
my father's best friend. Shit I have known Ben since I was eight and had a crush on
him then. Ben and my dad became the best of friends shortly after we moved to
Devon Valley, ten years ago. They both work for the Railway and both played rugby
for the railway. Shit Ben was the reason I joined the first Aid team. That gave me a
reason to sit next to the field with every match watching his every move, massaging
him when needed.
Ben was in his early thirties must be a few years younger than my dad. And as I
mentioned my dad's best friend and every single lady in Devon Valley's wet dream,
well I am certain a few men's as well. He was over 6 feet tall, with blond hair and
the most intense blue eyes. From the type of work and the rugby he had the most
beautifully muscular body I had ever seen, he wasn't built over the top but just
perfect. His arms and chest was covered in the same blond hair, having a golden
shine in the sun when he was all sweaty during a rugby match.
Shit just thinking of Ben had me all hard and horny.
That's when I realise that I was sitting in a restaurant with my dad and an erection
that wasn't going to go away until it got the attention it needed. The moment my dad
returned with a second beer for me I made my excuses and went to the men's room
as quickly as possible. Hoping and praying that nobody would notice the bulge in my
pants.
Making my way through the people in the restaurant my eyes caught those of a
handsome young man that smiled at me. I could feel my face turning red as I smiled
back and walked past him as quickly as humanly possible, knowing that he must have
noticed the bulge in my pant. The men's room was a few meters down the platform
and I was nearly running. When I entered the men's room I walked over to the
nearest piss crypt and undid my pants quicker as ever before. My erection sprung
free from the confines of my pants and I must admit my sigh of relieve was
deafening.
That's when I heard the door of the men's room opening, and without thinking I
turned my head to see who it was. It was the man from the restaurant. He was one
handsome man with short brown hair, strong manly face with a few day old stubble
and dark brown eyes. He was dressed in a tight fitted blue denim and light blue
shirt; the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows exposing his strong hairy arms.
Standing at least 6 feet tall one could see that he hides a nicely muscled body
beneath those cloths. I guessed him in his late twenties.
His eyes on mine he gave me one of the friendliest, warmest smiles I have ever seen.
He quickly walked over to the crypt next to me.
There was absolute silence in the place as he undid his pants and took out his cock.
Wow I couldn't help but to look. It was rock hard and even bigger as I could
remember my uncle's. At least 11' long his cock was thick with bulging blue veins, and
uncut. Suddenly realising that I was staring I look up and his eyes caught mine. He
was still smiling, the man's eyes moved down looking at my own cock and that made
me relax.
	"Nice cock!" the man whispered to me. I will never ever forget those words.
His first ever words to me, nice cock. Me, realising that I was standing there still
stroking my own cock could feel me face turning red, answered back.
	"Can say the same about yours!" and I admitted that it was the biggest cock
I have ever seen. The man smiled again and I relax a little more.
He then told me that his cock wasn't just there to look at but that I could touch it
if I wanted to. I look back down at his cock seeing that he was stroking his cock as
well and I will be honest I was never so scared or nervous in my life as at that
moment. I have never before found myself in such a situation; I really didn't know
what to do. What if somebody came walking in?
The man must have notice my uncertainty when I quickly look back over my shoulder
at the door, and suddenly I felt his hand on my dick replacing my own. I quickly
looked at him and then down at my dick, his hand wrapped around my cock shaft
stroking it.
Wow, what a feeling. It was incredible. It was the first time ever somebody else but
myself touched my erection. His warm firm touch around my cock send shivers of
pure ecstasy through my body, he squeezed my cock and I moaned. It sounded like
thunder in the men's room. I remember biting down on my lips trying not to make
another sound.
	"Do you like it or would you like me to stop?" he asks in a soft whisper.  I
never answered him; another moan escaped me I hoped he interpreted it as a sign to
go on. Shit I have hope and dreamed for this moment so long. I wasn't going to let it
slip through my fingers. I just never figured my first time to be in a toilet at the
Pretoria Station. The man then asked again in a soft whisper if I did something like
this before. I just shook my head and enjoy the attention the man was giving my
cock. We were looking each other in the eye at that moment and I could see that he
was little taken aback by my confession of being a virgin. For a few seconds he
looked like he didn't know what to do.
Then with his other hand he took my arm closest to him and guided my hand to his
cock. I took hold of his cock, wrapping my fingers around it like I did my uncle's and
it felt incredible. It was soft as velvet yet as hard as steel. I squeezed it, he
moaned, I smiled.
He whispered to me that he wished we had a place we can go to, he would like
nothing more than to have me naked on him. I told him I want the same thing. That
when he asked me what I was doing on the Station and also wanted to know who the
man was sitting with me. I told him that we were waiting for the train and that the
man was my dad. His expression the same than all the others, when they hear he is
my dad. He was in his late thirties now. He was very young when I was borne. But
that is besides the point right now, that's how we found out that we were going to
be on the same train.
The man wanted to know if I wanted to join him in his compartment. I couldn't
refuse. We stopped what we were doing. Before he left he gave me his compartment
number and his name.
Graham.
When Graham left I walked into one of the cubicles and wanked myself off. That
was the only way I could get rid of my erection.
When I eventually walked back into the restaurant I felt a little relieved. Graham
was nowhere to be seen. I couldn't helped but feeling a little sad, hoping that he
didn't lie to me. I walked over to my dad; two men were sitting with him at the table.
My dad quickly introduced me to them, saying they were friend he hasn't seen in a
long time. The one added that it is great that they would be on the same train it
would give them time to catch up on everything that had happened in the last ten
years.
That was the best news ever, I was just too happy to meet his dad's friends. That
would mean my dad would be out of my hair and that I wouldn't have to lie about
where I was going. I finished my beers with the guys and we boarded the train just
after five.
At six o'clock the train left Pretoria station as did dad to go and visit his friends. I
told my dad that he might go for a walk; I wasn't going to sit in the compartment
the whole time. My dad had no problem with that, he did however asked me to stay
away from the bar
Twenty minutes later I left the compartment and went to search for Graham. I
didn't know what to expect. I wanted to be with Graham so much, then again was
afraid that I might not be able to do or like what Graham wanted me to do. Shit, I
might not have had sex before but I had internet and I knew everything there is to
know about gay sex. I wanted it, but shit Graham's cock was massive. I wanted so
much to feel cock inside me, but what if I wouldn't be able to handle it.
A few times I nearly turned around to go back to my own compartment. As I got
closer to Graham's compartment the more nervous I got yet at the same time I
could feel my own cock growing heart, my heart was racing like that of my uncle
when I caught he jerking off. At last I found myself before Graham's compartment.
I lifted my hand to knock but stop. I knew that once I knocked there was no turning
back.  I just stood there for a few seconds. Not sure what to do.
My cock was throbbing, my heart racing. Nervously I knocked on the door.
My hand was barely down at my side when the door slides open. Graham greeted me
with a very big smile before pulling me into the compartment and into his arms.
Graham's body was warm and hard against mine. Our lips touched again as Graham
closes the door behind me. All doubt e disappeared as Grahams tongue darts into my
mouth.
This was it; I was going to have sex. It might not have been with Ben, but I was
going to have sex!
Everything was so thrilling for me, I had dream of sex with a man for so many years
and it was hard to believe that all those dreams was about to come true.
Graham was the first to break free from the kiss and steps back. He suddenly looks
at me, his eye very serious.
	"You sure this is your first time?" he asked and I felt my face turning red
again. Blushing I shook my head up and down. I wanted to know why he asked and he
said, as he smiled and pulling me back against his body.
	"Because you are such a good kisser and hot as hell!" Graham answers and
gave me a quick kiss on the lips."I hope you realise that I plan to go all the way with
you tonight . . . what have you told your dad?" Graham wanted to know.
	"You don't have to worry about my dad; he has met up with friends he hasn't
seen in forever they are catching up on old times!" I said, moving my mouth closer to
Graham's ear I whispered:
       "And between you and me, you can do to me whatever you want!"
Graham pulled his head away looking me in the eyes.
	"Oh I am planning on just that, but please feel free to tell me to stop the
moment you don't enjoy anything. I will not be offended. . .to tell you the truth I
was horny for you the moment I saw you in the restaurant, I never in my wildest
dreamed that I would have you here in my arms!" Graham said,
I remember smiling, feeling suddenly very good about myself, having this handsome
man saying those things to me.
	"Don't feel alone I jerked off after you left the rest room, I just couldn't
face my dad with a hardon and trust me I am just as horny as hell and nervous as
well."
	"Don't be nervous, I promise you that I will make your first time just as
memorable to you as it would be to me!" Graham said as he sat down on the coach
pulling me down next to him. He offered me a beer, saying that it might help me
relax. I accepted.
As he gave me the beer he asked:
	"Tell me more about you. How old are you and why have you never had sex. As
you can see I just couldn't hold myself in. I just needed to have you naked!"
I took a deep breath, taking a sip of my beer and told Graham my story. I tod he
was eighteen and still a virgin also very quickly added that it wasn't by choice, but
because the opportunity just wasn't there before. I told him about my uncle, and I
told him about Ben, letting him know that Ben was the reason I ended up in the rest
room, I was thinking about Ben and that caused my hardon. I also mentioned that I
was glad of those thoughts otherwise I wouldn't have met him.
Graham said he will have to buy Ben a beer one day and then admitted that he was
eyeing me since the moment me and my dad walked onto the platform. The only
reason why he ended up in the same restaurant than us was so he could get a better
look at me, and hoping that he might catch my attention.
That made my face turn red again and he moved closer to me:
	"Your innocence is such a turn-on!" he says as he kissed me. I could feel
Graham's hand on my legs moving up to the wet spot in my crotch. I could feel
Graham's hand on my cock, he squeezed and I moaned into his mouth. Graham pulls
free from the kiss, squeezing my cock again.
	"I can't wait to get you naked!" Graham admitted
Suddenly very brave controlled by my hormones and the alcohol I smiled;
	"What's stopping you?" I wanted to know.
He answered very honestly saying that he didn't believe in quickies and also added
that we had to wait for the bed to be made. He wanted my first time to be perfect;
he wanted to take it slow , wanting me to enjoy every moment that I would never
forget.
It finished my beer and was offered another one. I jokingly said that Graham had
me at first glance and there was no need to get me drunk.  Graham said he isn't
trying to get me drunk only relaxed.
I was why past his alcohol intake by the time the people came to make the beds. We
stood outside in the passage way while they made the beds. There were no words
said. The moment of truth was about to happen and I only hoped that Graham would
not be disappointed. When the bed was made we walked back in to compartment.
Graham closed and locked the door behind him.
. Graham smiled.
	"Are you ready for me?" he asks.
Very brave from my semi drunken stage I smiled back at Graham.
	"More than you would ever know!" I answered as I moved closer to Graham
pulling Graham closer to me and then kissed him. We didn't waste any time getting
naked. Our shoes were the first to go. He pulled free from our kiss. He immediately
explained that he needed to get naked, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it free from his
pants and dropped it in the floor behind him. Shit I am not going to lie, I was in
total awe with what I saw, and pleased with myself about the assessment I made
earlier that day in the men's room about what he was hiding underneath his shirt. He
might have been young but he was a real man, muscular build, his chest and stomach
covered with a layer a fine dark hair. His arms covered in a network of veins running
from his shoulders down to his big, strong hairy hands. He kept to his word, his shirt
nearly touch the ground when he started unbuckling his belt. I stood there seeing
everything in slow motion as he unbutton the top button on his jeans, pulling down
the zipper he let it drop on the floor, his underpants did to. Climbing out of his
pants he kicked it to the one side.
Totally naked he stood there, perfect in every sense, smiling at me. My eyes kept
looking down at his massive cock and hairy balls. Shit it even looks bigger that
before now that he was totally naked and for just a moment I had doubts again
about the whole sex thing. Will I be able to handle his big cock?
	"And?" his voice pulled me from my thoughts and I looked up at him. I had no
words. I tried to compare him to my uncle's nakedness so many years ago, and to be
honest there was no comparison. This man was really the perfect specimen of man.
	"Wow!" was all I eventually uttered.
Graham smiled, and I was curtain he could see and feel my sudden uneasiness. He
wanted to know if I was going to show him what I hide under my cloths. Those words
pulled me from my trancelike state, blushing; I pulled my shirt of over my head and
drop it on the floor. I looked at Graham I wanted to see his expression as he looked
at my naked chest. I know I was not nearly as muscular as he was, neither hairy.  I
might have not been as muscular as him, but thanks to all the training I did with my
dad in the gym I was well defined, with a perfect six pack. I had some fine hair
started on my chest trailing down in the middle of my abdomen down to my navel
where it spread again out until it disappeared under my jeans. In his smile and eyes I
could see that he wasn't disappointed in what he saw.
I tackled my denims next undoing the belt and the buttons and let it fell down on
the ground as he did. I didn't had underwear on, climbing out of my pant I kicked it
one side just as he did. I stood there in front of him naked, my 8' cock flat against
my stomach pre-cum leaking out dripping down my stomach and cock shaft.
For the first time ever I found myself totally naked and rock hard in front of
another man, I felt so empowering all of the sudden, maybe because the man was
naked and rock hard for me. We stood there for what felt like hour just checking
out each other's nakedness, and neither disappointed in what we saw in the other. I
made sure to take many mental pictures, like I did with my uncle, of every inch of
Graham's body, making sure I have enough mental images to use in the future.
	"God, you are beautiful!" He said, breaking the silence.
	"Thank you!" I was all I could get out.
Then he stepped forward taking my hands in his as he pulled my closer against him,
our naked bodies touched as he kissed me. We just stood there kissing enjoying the
unbelievable sensation of our naked body's against one another. Our throbbing cocks
pushed against each other's between us. Shit I never ever even in my wildest dreams
could have imagined what it might have felt like being naked with another man.
Graham's body felt soft and warm against mine, yet every muscled was as hard as
rock. It is not possible to explain what I had felt at that moment or even
experienced, all I knew was that I liked it, no I loved it. I knew it was something I
wanted since I can remember, and I also knew at that moment that I wouldn't want
anything else.
I was still enjoying his nakedness against me when he suddenly push me backward
down on the bed, climbing on me he used his legs to pushed mine apart, nestling
between my legs, his cock against mine he kissed me again before he said
	"Are you ready for more?
I was as ready as ever. I answered him with a very big smile, and that was all he
wanted as he moved down my body kissing every inch. I was in heaven filled with
total bliss; with my eyes closed I enjoyed every touch of his lips against my
nakedness, every caress of his hands.
Then I felt the warmth of his breast on my 9' cock, then I felt his and around my
shaft, opening my eyes I looked down as he pulled my foreskin back all the way, pre-
cum spilled out of my cock mouth like water from a broken pipe. The next moment
he downed down and licked over my cock shaft up to my cock head and took it in his
mouth.
Fuck, sorry, but wow, I grabbed hold of the blankets under me as my body was
suddenly flooded with the most amazing feeling ever. The warm wetness of his
mouth surrounding my cock flooded my whole being with raw ecstasy as he took my
whole cock into his mouth, sucking it.
Shit I was moaning uncontrollable, my eyes never drift from Graham's head moving
up and down on my cock. Who would ever have thought that a blowjob would have
been that intense? Sitting here I can still remember that incredible feeling. And I
knew then that although I shot my load a few hours before it wouldn't be long
before I was going to cum again.
	"Shit, it feels good . . . !" was al said as I laid there watching him, enjoying
every moment, while my body and mind experiencing the most electrifying, most
incredible sensations. As predicted I could feel my orgasm getting closer. My
muscles started contracting; I bit down on my lips, my breathing hard, and my heart
racing.
I remember warning him that I was going to cum through all the moaning and
groaning of pure electrifying ecstasy. It was obvious to me that he didn't hear or
maybe he didn't care, he sucked me harder, massaging my balls with his big strong
hands. I was moaning like a bitch on heat as I lost control, feeling my body going in
to a spasm as my cock exploded. I tried to hold in but I couldn't, my cum shot into
his mouth. It was intense so incredible it felt like my orgasm lasted for ever as my
cock emptied my sperm into Graham's mouth. Graham never spilled a drop. My cock
stayed as hard as rock. I was ready for more, willing to try everything he had to
throw at me.
Graham removed his mouth from my cock licking his lips as he looked at me with a
big grin on his face. He wanted to know if I had enjoyed it and I told him more than
anything I ever felt. He crept back on to me and our lips touched again and we
kissed. I could taste my own cum in his mouth and it made me wild. I was so fucking
horny I will never be able to describe how horny I was. He pulled his lips from mine
and wanted to know if I would like to give it try. Hell yes!
Graham rolled off next to me, laying down beside me on his back, his hands under
his head, his cock standing up straight like a steel rod, like a gift to the god. This
was an invitation I couldn't refuse and like lightning I was between his legs, my one
hand wrapped firmly as far round around his thick cock as possible, squeezing it
smiling as I saw pre-cum oozing out his cock head. He was moaning with pleasure. I
felt great knowing I was giving him the same pleasure he gave me.
I pulled his foreskin back all the way, exposing his cock head, and I could actually
felt his cock throbbing in my hands. I moved slowly down taking his cock head in my
mouth and the smell of sweat and soap filled my nose. That added more fuel for my
raging hormones. Wow, the first time ever I had cock in my mouth and it felt great,
it was so warm so wet with pre-cum.
Graham was still moaning softly as I used my tongue all over his cock head as I
sucked him softly. The next moment I felt him pressing my head down softly,
wanting me to take more of him in to my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to give
him the pleasure he had given me, but as I had already stretched my mouth to the
fullest to get this far I was starting to panicking. I have decided to take it slow,
sucking slow and running my tongue over and around his cock head, feeding on his
pre-cum and taking in bit by bit as I could handle. The salty taste of Graham's pre-
cum had me hot and wild.
I started moving my head up and down on Graham's cock, taking his cock into my
mouth as far as I could without gagging and then pulling back up all the way, only to
take it back into my mouth deeper each time. In what felt like hours I actually
succeeded in taking him in all the way into my mouth, my nose buried in his pubic
hair.  Once I succeeded in that there was nothing stopping me.
Graham was moaning and groaning incontrollable at that stage as I worked his cock
with my mouth. He was telling me how he liked it, how I was one of the few who
could actually take his whole cock. I loved every bit if it and it made me feel good. I
suddenly felt his cock growing bigger putting strain on the corners of my mouth and
then without warning his cock erupted. Moaning loudly, his cock went into spasm and
he shot load after load of his creamy warm cum into my mouth and down my throat.
And what a load it was, I had to suck and swallow with al might not to spill a drop
until there was nothing left, until Graham's trembling orgasm subsided.
	"Fuck that was the best blow job ever!" I heard he said, he was out of breath
and I felt his hands under my arms pulling me up for his cock onto his body. We
were both smiling. Again he told me that it was without a doubt one of the best blow
jobs he ever had as he kissed me and I was sure that he could taste his cum in my
mouth like I did taste mine earlier in his. My cock was rock hard lying against his
and I could feel life coming back to his. I was ready for more. I sat up straddling
him, feeling his growing cock in my ass crack. Graham looked up at me, his eyes filled
with pure pleasure.
	"So what's next?" I wanted to know. Graham smiled up at me, still a little out
of breath from his orgasm he told me to lay down beside him and he will show me.
Me, the good student did as I was told.
Graham was up and between my legs again, lifting and spreading my legs above his
shoulders, exposing me virgin hole to himself. He ordered me to hold onto my legs. I
did as I was told and I felt his hands on my ass cheeks pulling them apart. I saw him
smiling and the next moment he moved down and I felt his warm tongue over my
rosy ass. Wow, the next moment I felt the tip of his tongue enter my virgin hole and
nearly blew my load just their and then. So intense was the feeling that I felt a
little light headed after that. My hormones was driving me crazy I never
experienced anything like that as licked and sucked my hole lubricating it with his
spit, getting me wet and loose, he was getting me ready for his cock and I couldn't
wait. I was moaning and groaning again like a bitch in head, with unbelievable,
indescribable pleasure.
Between the sucking and tongue fucking I could feel Graham's finger poking against
my hole and with no resistance I felt his finger entering me. Shit it felt strange, and
believe me it felt so natural, so unbelievably good. His one finger became two fingers
and I was shocked when I felt a third finger entering me with no pain or any
resistance. O was so horny I wanted more and I asked for it, no I didn't ask for it I
begged for it. I begged him to fuck me. I wanted to feel his cock in me. I remember
pleading with him that I needed to feel his big cock in me. Graham must have known
that I was ready and he pulled his fingers from my ass and I suddenly felt empty as
he rearranged him between my legs.
I watched in anticipation as Graham took his cock in his hand, pulling his foreskin
back, and using spit to lubricate his cock. Then I felt that massive cock head against
my asshole. With my legs resting in his shoulders he put more pressure on my ass
with his dick head, the whole time telling me to relax. I did the best I could, and
felt my ass giving way under the pleasure, knowing very well that once his cock head
was in that everything else would be fine.
I felt my ass giving was and felt his cock entering me. For a moment it felt like my
ass was on fire, like it was being torn apart. The pain was indescribable. I tried not
to show any discomfort. I wanted this for so long I wasn't going to spoil it with a
little pain. As his cock moved in deeper into me, the pain started to subside as I
relax a little more, and the pain and discomfort was replaced by the most amazing
feeling ever as it touched something in my and sending shivers of pure electricity
through my body! I was enjoyed his warm wet cock moving deeper and deeper into
me and so did Graham, telling me how warm and tight my ass felt around his cock.
We were both enjoying this very special moment.
Once his cock was in me the whole way he slowly started to pull out a little and then
slowly pushing his cock back in, with every penetration I could feel his cock against
my prostate and it sends explosion of raw ecstasy through my body. I was in gay
heaven, I was moaning with pure pleasure never once taking my eyes of his face, I
wanted to look the man in the eye that was giving me all this indescribable pleasure.
Again I begged him to fuck me harder, deeper, faster, and he did obey. It wasn't
long before I felt his cock growing thicker again, his body spasm as his cock
exploded deep in me filling me with his cum. At that same moment without even
touching myself, my cock exploded between us, thick squirts of cum shot from my
cock head. Graham slowed down the pounding on my ass until he stopped completely,
sitting there his cock still buried deep in my ass, both of us still very high from our
orgasm.
	"Fuck buddy, that was the best ever for me!" Graham's said
I just smiles, I had nothing to compare it to but I knew that what had just
happened would be hard to beat by anyone. He leaned down and licked up my cum
from my body, then he moves up and kiss me, sharing my own cum with me. We just
lay there kissing as we both recover from our orgasm.  Graham's cock still firmly
planted in my tight hole, neither of our hard cocks showing any signs of getting
softer.
Graham was the first to break the kiss and commented on our erect penises.
	"Well can I suggest before we continued on to next round we take a minute to
relax and have something to drink?"
 I agreed. Graham got us each a beer. We sat their naked, drinking beer and holding
hands. It was one of the best moments ever in my life.
I suddenly couldn't help but wondering where my dad was and what he was up to.
Graham rescued me from thoughts of my dad by asking,
	"So how was your first sexual experience for you this far?"
I smiled,
	"Fucking unbelievable and I couldn't have wish for someone better to show
me!" he answers, again feeling his face turning warm and red.
	"You don't need to sweet talk me, you already had me in you and the night is
still far from over!" Graham replied and saw sudden flashes of sadness in his
eyes."What's wrong?" he adds.
	"I wish the night could never end!"
	"Why?"
I said because we might never see each other again after that night. Graham said
that my ass isn't going to get rid of his cock that easily. It's only an hour's drive
from where Graham stays from me and if I would like to do this again he would be
more than happy to drive for two hours to be with me.
I liked that and kissed Graham and I could feel my cock stirring slowly starting to
get hard again and from the corner of my eye I could see that I wasn't the only one.
Graham's cock also stirred and got hard. Neither of us could believe that we were
ready for round three.
This time I fucked Graham and it felt incredible. I filled his ass with my cum, and
Graham thanked me by depositing his own cum into my hungry mouth. Out of breath
we laid down on the bed, Graham spooning me, we fell asleep. Somewhere during the
night I woke up and felt Graham erection against his ass, I immediately guided
Grahams cock to my hungry ass and took Graham's cock again for a second time.
Graham woke up with a warm sensation as his cock moved up in my ass.
For the second time Graham emptied his seed in my ass. I got up and said that I
must be thinking of getting back to my compartment before my father sends out a
search party. Graham said I can't go like that I was reeking of cum and sweat.
Graham was right and we both decided to take a quick shower, needless to say that
the shower only ended after we had our fifth orgasm together. I got dressed and
went back to my compartment. It was empty. My dad was still out partying with his
friends.  I didn't care as I climbed into my bed and with memories of Graham I fell
asleep.
When I woke the next morning my dad walked in already showered and dressed
ready to get off the train. I on the other hand that went to bed so happy felt sad
and down, I had the most fantastic time last night and now I was suddenly alone,
and I couldn't tell anyone how wonderful the whole experience had been.
My dad and I made some small talk, I wanted to know how his night was and my dad
said great. It was nice seeing his friends again and they will be in town for a few
days so he is actually looking forward to seeing some more of them. I told him that
I had met someone and that we had a few beers and that was that. I just wished I
could say that we had a few beers and then had the most incredible sex. But I
couldn't. When I got up I smiled as I felt my tender ass. At least I knew it was real
and not a dream.
I remember asking my dad how long still before we reach the station and my dad
said a few hours; I excused myself immediately and went to Graham's compartment.
He smiled when he opened the door and seeing me, his young lover. We had sex one
last time and Graham promised me that this wouldn't be the last time.
Graham kept his word, when we got home the phone rang. It was Graham, thanking
me for the best night ever, and that he promised me that it wouldn't be the last. He
said I had his number and that I shouldn't be a stranger. I promised I wouldn't,
adding that I can't wait to be with him again. All I wanted was to be in his arms
again and feel him deep in me again.
. . .Matt suddenly sit up straight on the couch, remembering his first time had him
all hard and was trying to hide his bulging crotch from Luke.
	"So what do you think so far of my life story?"
Luke sits up in his chair as well and smiles.
	"Your first time sounded much better that mine, have you ever seen him
again?"
Matt nods,
	"He was my first love, but before I tell you more about it what do you say we
get something to drink!"
Luke smile, reaching forward to turn the tape recorder of.
	"That will be nice thank you!" Luke said as he sits back, he was very glad that
his shirt was covering his growing hard-on. Shit, while listening to Matt's story he
couldn't help but wishing that Matt might have been his first, or even Graham. His
first time was in the back seat of someone's car and the worst thing is he never even
knew the man's name.
Matt's voice pulls him from his thoughts.
	"What would you like, something warm, a coffee, or a soda or something
stronger?"
	"Do you have a beer?" Luke asks.
Matt smiled,
	"This is my house, I promise you have everything you need!" he says as he gets
up and walking out of the lounge.  Luke smiled at that statement and had to refrain
himself saying something that might have been inappropriate, like, do you have
lubrication, a condom, and a bed so you can fuck me!
Matt returns with two cold beers handing Luke his beer as he sat down on the couch
opposite Luke.
	"Are we ready to continue?" Matt asks.
Luke nods, reaching forward he switch the recorder back on and sits back. . .

. . . The following week after meeting Graham was a boring week, it was back to
school for me again, not that anything was happening at school, we were mostly
reviewing the years work getting ready for the exams. The best part of each day
was the phone call from Graham when I got home.
He confessed that he just couldn't get me out of his mind, doesn't matter how hard
he tried he just can't get the image of me out his mind laying there, my legs over his
shoulders his dick deep in my ass. I told him that he shouldn't feel alone, I was
jerking off every night with those same images and thought in my head. He said he
got hard just thinking of it. I had the same problem. He always finished the call
with words that he misses me and that he can't wait to see me again.
After our phone calls I would jerk off and then hit the books. At five I was at the
local clubhouse bartending for some money.
On the Wednesday he phoned me when I got home and as usual I jerked off
afterwards. That night before I left for the clubhouse he phoned again saying that
he missed me so badly that he just needed to see me again. He informed me that he
had booked himself into the hotel in Devon's Valley the weekend and wanted to know
if I would be able to get away from home to join him. I said it wouldn't be a problem
at all. That night I was all smiles at the bar and the tips was great. When I got
home I fell asleep with Graham in my mind and later in my dreams. For the rest of
the week I spend every available moment behind my books, trying my best to get the
time going past quicker.
My dad thought it strange, normally he had to scream and yell for me to study. I
told him that I had some friends visiting the weekend and would like to spend some
time with them. That seemed to be a good answer. He never asked me who my
friends where.
Friday after school I went to the clubhouse to do first aid for the rugby match
between the railway and police rugby teams. Neither my dad nor Ben was playing
that day so it was kind of boring, I just couldn't wait for the game to finish.
Afterwards I took my place in behind the bar.
The bar let me tell you were nothing to write home about. It was a big square room.
The front doors, glass double door was in the middle of the room. On both sides of
the doors were massive windows that were painted black as some stage to keep it
dark on the inside for those who were watching sport on the TV's inside. On the
opposite of the entrance was another double door that leads to another room, a few
squares smaller than the bar. The room was empty. It was used occasionally for
small birthday parties or functions.
To the left from wall to wall was the bar counter. It was build out of bricks with a
wooden top covered with glass.  At the back of the bar on the left hand side was a
single door leading to kitchen next to the bar, a fully equipped restaurant kitchen
that was never used ever since I can remember. From the kitchen there was another
door leading to more rooms that I had never been in to.
The rest of the wall had a counter top and shelves, holding all the glasses and
bottles of alcohol. I only found out later that there were actually an opening in the
wall in the middle of the bar, between the bar and kitchen that Uncle George had
closed up a long time ago. He got tired of the people looking into the kitchen wanting
to know why he didn't serve meals. The entrance to back of the bar was also against
the opposite wall. Under the bar counter was the fridges holding the beers.
The bars stools must have been bought when Uncle George first turned this into a
bar, the leather seats were al torn and faded. There were a few down lighters in the
roof shining down on the bar. There were a few wall mounted lights on the opposite
wall to the bar and that were the only lights in the place. The walls were painted in
an off white colour and stood bare.
Big tables with cigarette burn marks filled the rest of the place. Some of the tables
had miss match chairs around, some six, and other six. Two TV's in the back corners
made the clients happy to watch their sport on.
The place smelled of smoke and alcohol, there was no atmosphere at all in the place,
but still it had its regulars of locals hanging out there. Friday nights and Saturday
nights were normally the busiest nights. Because of the rugby fields on the premises
there were a few clubs using it for their practices and also games were played every
Friday afternoon.  The players and fans normally stayed behind at the bar and
celebrate their victories.  Also on Friday nights in the school hall next to bar Uncle
George showed movies.  Devon's Valley was a small town and there was and still is no
movies houses in town. So while the children are at the movies the dad's were in the
bar.
Saturday nights, was disco nights, with a DJ playing music people partied and danced
till early morning. The bar was normally closed on Mondays and only opened at three
in the afternoon during the rest of the week. Sunday's was cleaning day.

My dad came in just after five and I could see that something was wrong. He didn't
look his all chirpy self. I gave him a beer and wanted to know if everything was fine.
He said that he was fine just a little sad, his friends were gone and it was back to
the usual everyday routine. I didn't know his friends left; to be honest I haven't
seen much of dad or stepmother that week. I asked him when they left he replied
early that morning.
That's when my dad shocked me, confessing that coming here to Devon Valley was
the biggest mistake he ever made. He came here not for work. He had other motives
and he hated it. He had no real friends here. He then added that he was planning on
putting in a transfer back to Pretoria. This was all new to me, I have never realised
that he was unhappy. He had never shown any signs that he wasn't happy. This was
the first time ever.
He wanted to know how I felt about Devon Valley, and I told him with all honesty
that I liked the place. I admitted that it was small and that I didn't like all the
people who had nothing to but gossiping, but I liked it. I told him that I liked my
friends and that I can't see myself staying in a big city again. I said that I enjoyed
the outing to Pretoria a week ago but that I just can't see myself adapting that sort
of life again.
It was around six and my dad and I were still discussing the good and bad about
Devon Valley when Graham walked in. He looked even sexier and more handsome than
I could have remembered. His six foot frame had drawn more than just my
attention. Many of the people looked more than once at the handsome man entering
the bar and many ladies, not that there were that much tried had to be noticed, and
it felt good to know that he had eyes for only me.
He was dressed in black denims and a tight fitted white T-shirt that clung to his
upper body like a second skin, leaving nothing for the imagination. Shit my cock
jumped to life and I was suddenly very glad to be behind the bar. He walked up to
the bar and stood next to my dad. He smiled. Trying not to show my excitement I
asked him what he would like to drink.
	"What I want is not served here, but a beer will do?" he said and I could feel
my face turning red. I got him his beer and for a second our fingers touched and I
could feel a wave of electricity rushing through my body. I smiled shyly, telling him
that the beer is on the house because he can't have what he wanted. My dad looking
at Graham and then me asked why the man can have a beer on the house and he had
to pay. He was my dad after all. I just smiled and said that I can see the man was a
big tipper and that my dad was not.
Both my dad and Graham started laughing and before long the two were talking like
old friends. My dad's seemed to be a little less sad by Graham's friendliness. They
were buying each other drinks and I couldn't help but wondering what my dad would
do if he ever finds out that the guy he was talking to was here to fuck his son in the
ass. It was scary and funny at the same time and I had to stop myself a few times
from bursting out laughing.
By ten o'clock most of the people had left and Uncle George, the owner had
everything under control and told me that I could go. Graham and my dad were still
enjoying each other's company and I joined them. Graham bought me a beer only
after asking my dad if it was fine with him. My dad told him that I actually deserve
one. As I drunk my beer and couldn't help thinking how nice it was seeing the two
most important men in my life getting along, even if my dad didn't know the truth it
was still nice seeing him enjoying Graham's company. It was nice seeing them getting
to know each other.
When my dad left to go to the toilet, Graham told me that I have the best dad in
the world also adding that he couldn't wait to get me naked. I told him I want the
same thing and he must just say when he wanted to go. I told him that I already
told my dad that I had friends visiting the weekend.
We planned our escape.
When he got back he looked funny, sort of over the moon happy and he actually said
goodbye first and left. I thought it very funny, but hey at least it saved me lying to
him again. We finished our beers and left as well, I don't even think anybody noticed
when we got up and walked out f the bar.
The parking area that was earlier packed with cars was now nearly empty and dark,
Graham was walking on my right hand side next to me.  All of the sudden he grabbed
my hand and pushed it down into his crotch and I could feel the outline of his hard
cock.
He said he didn't know what I was doing to him. But every time we speak over the
phone or like tonight when he saw me he was hard. I grabbed his cock through his
denims and admitted that he wasn't the only one with that problem. I told him that
every time we spoke over the phone I had to jerk of afterwards. He just smiled and
said he too had to jerk off.
His car was parked quite a distance from the entrance to pub a dark corner of the
parking area. It was out of site on anyone that would have walked into or out of the
bar. It was a big Black Rover, and it dawned on me that I didn't even know what he
was doing for living. It was quite obvious that he must have had money, how else
would he be able to just climb into his car and book into the hotel for a weekend
just to be with me. I made a mental note to ask him later when I had a change.
When we reached the car he did something else totally unexpected. He pushed me
hard against the front passenger door, his body pressed hard against mine; our
cock's rubbing hard against each others, he kissed me. It was filled with lust as his
tongue darted into my mouth. Fuck I had waited for this moment ever since he got
off the train the Sunday before. I felt his hands moving down the side of my body
and then on my cock, he squeezing me hard. I couldn't do anything but to moan with
pure enjoyment.
It was certainly a night for surprises from his side, the next moment he pulled away
from the kiss and went down on his haunches, undoing my pants. I was still trying to
protest afraid that we might get noticed when he took my cock out of my pants and
swallowed it all into his mouth. Wow, what a feeling as I felt the warm wetness of
his mouth engulfing my manhood. I grabbed onto his shoulders for support as I felt
my legs going weak under me, my fingers dug deep into his muscled flesh. I was
biting down hard on my lips, trying with all might not to make a noise. All I needed
was to be caught in the action.
Between being on the lookout to see if people might come out of the bar and might
see us, I truly enjoyed the workout Graham's mouth was giving my cock. Shit it felt
amazing, I was so pumped up with adrenalin being afraid of being caught and so
horny for Graham that it didn't took me that long to reach the edge of my orgasm.
In a soft whisper I warned him that I was going to cum, again he didn't reacted. He
just kept on sucking my cock, Within seconds  my orgasm took over my body, every
muscle in my body contracted and then my cock exploded, shoot my cum into his
mouth down his throat. He sucked me till my orgasm subsided and I had no cum left
for him to feed on. He let my cock slipped from his mouth and stood up straight
again before me. He had a big grin on his face, saying sorry, but that he just
couldn't have waited any longer.
That's when I noticed that his own 11' cock was sticking out of his pants; he was
stroking it with his hand. I didn't wait for an invitation and followed his example.
Going down on my haunches, my hands on his hips for support I took his cock in my
mouth. I could hear his moaning and groaning as my warm mouth engulf his cock. I
had no trouble taking his cock in all the way and in no time he was sharing his warm
man seed with me. Getting up he took me into his arms and we kissed. He said that I
was even hotter now than that first day he saw me.
From behind us we could hear the bar door opening and that was our sign that we
should get going. Putting our cocks away we got in to the car.
He almost immediately apologise for the state of the car. He planned on having the
car cleaned that afternoon but he just couldn't wait to get here to be with me. He
must have seen me frowning seeing all the kids toys. He quickly explained that his
sister was going through a very bad divorce, that she was with two kids and pregnant
with a third. She had no place to go so he took her in. I thought it was a very noble
thing of him to do, and then he added that it was a great damper on his sex life.
Again he must have seen my reaction on my face and added that he was only joking.
Joking or not it made realize just again how little I really knew about him, and even
scarier was the fact that I was totally in love with a stranger.
I was really, truly in love with him and the thought that he might have sex with
other men hurt me and it made me feel sad. I remember looking at him as we drove
out of the parking area, wondering what his feeling was for me. The fact that he
came all the way to Devon Valley and booked into the hotel for the weekend must
mean that he had some feeling for me as well, doesn't it?
He broke the silence in the car saying that he really couldn't wait to see me, and
that he wasn't joking when he said that he couldn't get me out his mind. The only
negative thing was that we only had a weekend to be together. I was starting to feel
little better after hearing him saying that.
The hotel was less than three kilometres from the clubhouse and bar, and once we
got there I asked him for his room number and told him that it would be better for
him to go first, that I would follow a few seconds later. He told me not to worry
that he had paid for double room. I told him that, that wasn't the problem. He
wanted to know if I was ashamed or afraid to be seen with him. I told him and
explained that Devon Valley was a small community that enjoyed their gossiping and
that as it is was there no love between him and the hotel manager. He asked me
what happened as we got of his car and I told him that I would explain later, it was
a long story. Only smiling at me he gave me the room number and left.
I waited a few seconds before I entered the hotel reception, it was empty and quiet
and I quickly made my way to Graham's room. The door was open and I quickly
entered and closed the door behind me locking it. I found him in the room sipping on
a beer and he immediately offered me one. Taking it I took a big sip and thanked
him for it as I put it down. He wanted to know about me and the hotel manager and
I told him that it was a long story and I would rather prefer if we could get naked
instead of boring him with stories about the hotel manager. Smiling at me he agreed
that my idea sounded much better.
We got Naked and he pushed me down on the bed. He got onto of me, pinning my
down, our cock's rock hard grinding against each other, hard to belief that we both
had an orgasm less than twenty minutes ago. But it was like Graham had said earlier;
there was just something about him. I was always horny with him around. Sorry
about my language but Graham was fucking hot. Kissing I could feel our cocks
throbbing against each other's between us.
I couldn't help but wishing that this might one day turn into a daily occurrence. I
just could help thinking of how wonderful it might be having sex with him every
night, then failing asleep in his arms only to wake up and having sex again. Fuck just
the thought of that was enough to give me another orgasm,
He pulled away from the kiss and told me to turn on to my stomach, adding that he
waited the whole week to feel himself in me again. I waited for the same and I did
as he asked. I felt him straddling my legs, his big strong hands on my ass cheeks,
rubbing it squeezing it as he told me what a nice ass I had, not he told me what a
fucking hot tight ass I had and adding that he wouldn't mind being able to fuck me
every single day. He slapped my ass softly as he grabbed my ass check and spreading
it. The next moment I felt his tongue dancing over and around my rosy asshole and
nearly screamed with ecstasy as his tongue entered my hungry and willing ass.
I realised how much I missed it feeling him tongue fucking me. Like the last time I
felt his fingers entering me as his tongue kept on lubricating my asshole. I was so
horny, so ready for his cock that I begged him to fuck me through my heavy
breathing and all the moaning and groaning.
Again was he but to eager to do as I asked. This time however he wanted to try
another position, getting of me he lay down on his back next to me, his cock sticking
straight up. The foreskin pulled back all the way his cock head had a silver glow
from the overhead light from the pre-cum oozing out his cock mouth. He looked at
me with that same wide grin on his face and told me to get on top of him. I was on
him in a flash, straddling him, sitting down on his 11' cock feeling it entering me as I
slowly pushed my ass down over it.
As before his massive cock head was the hardest part, feeling as it was going to
tore my ass apart as it entered me, at least this time there wasn't any pain and the
discomfort disappeared die moment I had his cock head in me.
I looked down at him as I felt his cock moving deeper up in me, and I could pure lust
and admiration in his eyes as I was able took take his cock with no resistance. He
kept on telling me how hot I was and how tight and warm my ass was. I loved it that
he loved it. I relax more and move down more taking more of him in me. I felt his
cock colliding with my prostate and again as before it send shivers of pure
electrifying lust through my body! What a feeling, being there on top of him, my ass
filled to the fullest with his cock. I started riding him slowly, enjoying the feeling of
his cock sliding up and down in my ass, the pleasure I receive every time it rubbed
against my prostate. I was moaning with pure enjoyment. So was Graham, who kept in
telling me how wonderful my tight ass felt around his cock. I like the idea of him
having as much pleasure as I did. He kept on telling me that he can use to doing this
every night to me. I wanted nothing more. I moved up and down on him a little
faster, moving up all the way till his cock head nearly popped out en sitting back
down hard, taking him deep in me, enjoying the explosion of ecstasy as his cock
touched my g-spot. Again I was in gay heaven and if possible I would have stayed on
him forever.
His hand took my cock and jerked me off as I rode his cock and before long both of
us reached our second orgasm for the night. I felt his cock exploding in me pumping
me full of his man seed as my own cock exploded shooting my warm creamy cum all
over him. Shit orgasms with him got better and better each time we had sex.
We had sex again one more time before we called it a night and this time he
straddled me and I shot my cum up his ass, filling him as he did me. After a cool
shower we both got in bed and I fell asleep in his arms. Calmness came over me; I
was so content and felt so completed at that moment. There was no doubt. I was in
love and Graham was the man I wanted to share my future with. I wanted to go to
bed every night like that every night, wanting him inside me, and I wanted him to be
the first person I see when I wake in the mornings. I never felt so happy.
That night I dreamed of our future together.
Well when I thought I was happy when we went to bed, I felt even happier waking up
next to Graham the next morning, again happy that all wasn't just a dream. When I
opened my eyes he was laying there looking at me smiling, telling me again that he
can get used to this. But this time I thought I heard a little sadness in his voice.
But that wasn't going to put me of; I liked the idea that he might feel the same for
me as I did for him. Needless to even mention it but we had sex before we got out
of bed and it was the best, feeling him in me, making love to me. Why couldn't that
happen every morning?
Afterwards he wanted to know if I was hungry and confessed that I was starving he
ordered room service. He reminded me that I still needed to tell him the reason
that the Hotel Manager didn't liked me and I told him the story.
I used to work at the hotel during school holidays; I worked as pool boy and
lifeguard due to my first Aid training. I had a good time enjoying the work and got
along with all. I was very popular and well liked and then one day, all of a sudden still
don't know what happened the manager had a problem with me. He tried to belittle
me where and when ever he could, maybe he thought that I would eventually get
enough and pack up and go, but I didn't. I just felt that I had done nothing wrong,
so I stayed, he didn't liked it and ever since then he was trying to get something
against me, and I told him that he must know how a story can travel in small towns.
There was a knock on the door and with a smile he told me that I should hide in the
bathroom, I did as he stood up and just with a towel around his waist he walked to
open the door. A minute later he told me the coast was clear to come out.
When we sat down for breakfast Graham asked me I might have any idea why the
hotel manager might not like me. I told him I had a few. The first one was that I
was more popular than him. I added that it might sound vain but I wasn't I just liked
my job and was always happy and people responded positively with me because of
that. He wanted to know the other reasons. I told him that I suspected the man to
be gay and that I wasn't interested. I added that I might be young and horny but
that I wasn't desperate. Graham smiled at that and said that he would like to meet
the manager.
I told him that he would. The manager always does daily rounds to speak to the
residents to find out if everything is fine. That's when I took the change telling him
that he knew so much about me and my life and that he was basically a stranger to
me. All I knew about him was where he stays and that he had a sister going through
a divorce.
Without any hesitation he told me more about himself.
He grew up in Pretoria, his mother moved there after she divorced his father. There
were no bad blood between his father and mother and he had spent nearly all his
holidays with his dad. He only found out before his father's death the reason for
the divorce. His dad was married to his business and he and his mother came second.
So when his dad died he took over the business and only know realised how much
work there was to keep it up and running, and that he still worries that everything
he does might not be enough to keep the business in the same state that his father
had left it. He didn't say anything more about his sister. He did told me that he
dreams of the day that he find the man that he can settled down with.
After breakfast we got back into bed, cuddling, talking and had more sex. At two
o'clock I left the hotel to go to work. Uncle George was very happy to see me, as the
bar manager and bar again didn't pitch up for work. I had to listen for more than a
hour how hard it was to find trustworthy and reliable help these days. He told me
that in all his years I was the only one so far that have never let him down That I
was always on time, always did my work with a smile and never complained. That sort
of made me felt good. The bar got busy and time flown past, at six when the
manager and barman eventually arrived uncle George told me that I could go home.
Under normal circumstances I would have stayed, but going home gave me more time
with Graham.
Graham was getting ready to meet me at the bar when I got to the hotel. We got
naked and into bed. He left early this morning. I came home and started with my
studies. I really don't know how successful I was. I couldn't stop thinking of Graham.
I missed him so much it hurts.
The next few days I felt so happy. School was as always boring and I couldn't wait
to get home to hear from Graham. Since I saw him last I found myself wishing time
away to see him again, I know it is wrong but I just can't help it. I miss him so much
and it hurts like hell. I just can't think of anything else than to be with him. I just
can't seem to concentrate on anything else. My mind kept on replaying all the
wonderful times we had together.
I am so in love and I must admit that I was getting worried that this wonderful
feeling and happening might actually interfered with my school exams. I tried to
stay focus, but I just can't get him out of my head!
That Wednesday when I walked in to the house the phone rang; I dropped
everything and answered as quickly as possible. It was the man that stole my heart
and he could immediately hear in my voice that something wasn't right. I told him
that I was fine but that I missed him so much. He said he did to and that he wished
things could have been different. He admitted to me that he never thought that
things would get this serious between us. He changed the subject and wanted to
know what I had planned for the rest of the day.
I was suppose to study but told him that I just couldn't focus on anything else but
him. I asked him if being in love is supposed to hurt like this and he replied saying,
that if it didn't hurt is wasn't real, but added that he might have something to
cheer me up.
I told him that nothing would be able to cheer me up unless he was about to tell me
that he was outside waiting to see me.
He told me then that this was my lucky day, he was in town and just finished with
his meeting and that he would love to see me. I was beside myself screaming with
joy. I could hear him laughing over the phone as he told me he will be outside my
house in a few minutes to pick me up. I had put the phone down and sprinted to my
room to get dressed and was outside as his car came around the corner.
We went to my secret spot down by the river and on a blanket he made love to me,
for the first time it wasn't just sex, it was the best ever. Afterwards as we lay
there naked, Graham holding me he told me that he tried so hard not to fell in love
with me, but that he just couldn't help it, even though he knows that it wasn't right.
I asked him why he said it wasn't right and he told me a story about a little bird in a
cage.
He told me that I was that little bird all cooped up in a cage and one of these days
when I finished school that cage door will be opened and I will have the change to
fly freely exploring a new world, and he feels like he was going to trap me in another
cage.
I told him that I would nothing more than to be with him. He asked that we do not
talk about the future but to rather concentrate on the here and now. We did and I
had to admit that with a present being filled with so much love and happiness image
what the future much be like. I just couldn't imagine my future without him.
My dad was at home when I got home and was happy to see me smiling and being
happy. I had a new mission in life, to finish school and being with Graham.
Well my new mission in life helped me to get through the week; even my dad saw my
determination to get as much study time in as possible and he was impressed and
told me so a few times. When I wasn't at school or on the phone with Graham I was
studying.
When he phoned me on Thursday he told me that he hoped to see me over the
weekend, but his sister was having difficulties with her pregnancy. I told him not to
worry even though I felt a little sad and disappointed, but on the other hand it did
mean more time to study. He did added that he missed me so much and didn't know
if he would be able to go through the weekend not seeing me.
I told him that I missed him to, and that it sucks's not being able to see him, but
that I did understand and asked him to wish his sister all the best of luck.
On Thursday I asked uncle George if it would be okay to take the weekend of as I
needed to study, he had no problems with it. I have spent the whole of Friday and
Saturday morning studying, that was when Graham phoned.  I was over the moon to
hear his voice. He said that he missed me too much and that he needed to see me.
He picked me up at about two o'clock and we ended up at the river at my secret
spot. He had a few beers with him and needless to say we had the most amazing sex.
It's seems that sex was only getting better and better with him. Not that I am
complaining. I must admit since that first night on the train I sort of got addicted
to sex with a man.
Afterwards we lay in the sun talking, he was drinking alone. I had some more
studying to do afterwards, we were chatting and then everything changed.
Out of the blue he told me that he wasn't in love with me anymore, those words
shocked me and he must have seen the hurt in my eyes when he added, that he
wasn't in love with me anymore but that he loved me like he never loved anyone
before in his life. He told me that he had sex with many men before me, that he
had enjoyed those encounters and that he would enjoy those encounters till his
death. But never ever did he believe that one of those encounters would claim his
heart.
That it was me that stole his heart made it even more special. He said that in these
last few days that had past he had even caught himself thinking of future together
with me. He said he had everything planned from the moment I finished school,
everything seemed so perfect, especially because he knew that I loved him too.
But that was the problem. Life wasn't perfect. I told him that it can be and that in
less than a few weeks I would be finished with school and our life together can
begin. Graham suddenly become very serious as he took a sip of his beer and looked
me in the eyes and said, that he would never be able to give me all the things he
wanted to, all the things that I needed.
Why, was all I wanted to know? That's when I saw the first tears running from the
side of his eyes. He told me that he should never have let this thing between us
getting this far. That it wasn't fair on me, that he was selfish and only thought of
his needs and his feelings.
I wanted to know what he was talking about.
Then he dropped the bomb.
He was married. There was no sister, it was his wife that was pregnant, and even if
he can think about it he would never be able to leave her, not for me, not for
anyone.
I was hurt and angry at the same time. My heart was broken, I got up, I needed to
get away from him, and he tried to stop me. I was yelling at him to let go of me. He
said no, not until I give him a change to explain. I wasn't interested in his
explanation, I needed to be on my own and he said that he will let me go only when
he gets to explain why everything happened and that I knew that it never was his
intention to hurt me.
I lied saying that I believed him and he let go of me.
Graham phoned me the next morning, thank god my parents were out with friends. I
didn't want to talk to him but he threatened me saying that he would keep on calling
until I gave him a change to explain.
I might not have liked it much, but I have listened.
He told me that he was gay, always was and always will be, but that he was born into
a very wealthy family that hated gay people, so he was forced to marry. He had
thinking of divorcing his wife, but they had already had two kids with another on the
way and a divorce will hurt to many people and he might end up losing everything. He
told me again that he never intended to hurt me and said that the other reason he
phoned was to make sure that I was okay.
I told him that I wasn't, that my heart was broken, but that I was glad he told me
know and not later on.
Then he told me that I was still young, that I still had my whole life in front of me,
and that on my path I would meet many men that are in the same boat than him,
that many would lie and make up stories to get me into bed.
That's was life for someone being gay.
He again said that he was sorry to be the first man ever to have hurt him, and that
he wanted me to know that when he told me he loved me, he didn't lie, that it was
the truth.
I started crying for the first time since yesterday. We said our goodbyes . . .
. . . Matt becomes silent again. Luke notices the sad look in his eyes. He could even
hear the hurt in Matt's voice.
	"Excuse me for asking, but have you ever seen him again after the break up?"
Matt nods,
	"I saw him once or twice when I was in his town out with his wife and
children, he looked so sad. He really looked like a prisoner with no hope of ever
seeing the outsides of a prison ever again. It was sad seeing him like that,
remembering the fun times we had together the laughter, the happiness." Matt
stops for a few seconds before continuing." My relationship with him might not have
lasted long, but I must be honest in saying that he taught me so much in such a
little time. I am thankful that he was my first, he taught me of what it felt like
being in love, he taught me never to fall for a man so easily ever again."
Luke didn't have any words to say after that.
	"The break-up with Graham had taught me something else that I need to look
after myself first me, then my work and then the rest. And he was right I have met
many married men after that, and although I didn't agree with what they were doing
I did understand. Life for gay men wasn't easy back then as is today! And many were
forced into a life they didn't want to live." Matt adds as he took the last sip if his
beer. He turns his head to face Luke, a smile decorated his face.
	"Would you like another beer before we continue?"

Please be sure to read my other story on Nifty as well – Michael's Weekend romance
– under Beginnings. Please feel free to give me feedback on the story so far at
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