Date: Fri, 31 Dec 1999 10:58:24 -0500
From: Ron James <rjw148@hotmail.com>
Subject: England expects

England expects aka An English Youths desires fulfilled
by
Ron James

A single flickering candle was the solitary illumination in the warm
bedroom as I self consciously moved, naked, to the bed on which Terry was
laying waiting for me.  He turned his greying head, looked at me, and
smiled in a way that literally melted my fears away.

Why was I so fearful when I was about to do the one thing that I had wanted
for ages - make love with another man.  Not that that was something that
was readily accepted in this quiet Lincolnshire town.  Its quant narrow
streets and historic buildings had been my home since birth but now I was
about to take a step that would not be understood by many of its narrow
minded residents.  They could never understand the urges that all but
overwhelmed me at times.  To be loved and to return that love to someone
special was all I asked.

I wanted above all else to able to lay in his arms after making wild love
and drink in those special moments.  The times when you can smell the sweet
ambrosia of his sweat and semen mixed on your skin.  To hear him call my
name as he arched into the agonies of a huge climax was one of my dearest
wishes.  Terry was the chosen one to whom I wished to bestow the doubtful
honour of being my first lover.  A title and task I had at last brought
myself to subject him to.

Terry was much older than me.  Old enough to be my Father in fact, but to
me he was someone very special.  If anyone was able to love me as I wanted
it was him.  Right from the beginning of our friendship he had admitted
that he was gay and made no excuses for it.  For this I admired him
enormously.

There had been no pressure from him in the least though I suspected that
underneath he wanted me.  In his way he respected me and was prepared to
await my decision to make that one big step.

"In this light you look better than you did an hour ago - if that is
possible" he said quietly.  He was referring to our sharing a rather
cramped changing cubicle at our local swimming baths.  It was one of the
past-times and pleasures we shared - a weekly swim, though today there had
been an electric atmosphere in that tiny private space when we had stripped
off.  Sub consciously I must have recognised that this was right time for
both of us.

I suppose the sight of seeing him naked for the first time in all the times
we had been swimming, added to my decision making process.  For a man of
his age he was remarkable.  Not an ounce of fat anywhere on his hairless
frame and there swinging between his legs the most enticing set of genitals
that I could have imagined.  I was mesmerised and fascinated by it.

My interest was such that my own penis started to twitch and in spite of
trying to hold things in check I hardened.  He saw it, gave a slight smile
and said that he though it was about the right time.  I nodded my silent
agreement and finished dressing quickly so that we could get to his home as
fast as possible.

I turned so that the soft yellow glow highlighted my stretching very full
erection.  Hard enough to have that dull pulsing ache, my cock threw
grotesque shadows on the wall of the bedroom.  At the side of the bed I
paused, letting him drink in my vulnerable nudity, and because I was a
little bit unsure of how to proceed.  And all the time his eyes never left
me.  It was as if he was trying to memorise every detail.

The inner irrefutable sexual drive to go further was burning inside me but
my naivet, and inexperience held me back.  He was an adult, a grown man,
most likely used to this situation, having been in it a thousand times.  I
was but a callow youth of nineteen, who, up to this evening had led a
sheltered uncomplicated life although I suspected (and prayed) that was
about to change.  His interested gaze swept the length of my nudity,
missing nothing.  Letting him see me in this condition was strange to me.
Never before had anyone seen my cock as hard as it was at that moment.  But
it was good!  His gaze ranged along my manhood, missing nothing.

A considerate sympathetic smile lifted the corners of his mouth and he
extended an open hand out towards me in a gesture of invitation.
Gratefully I took it and allowed him to guide me slowly down into the
cushioned softness of the double bed.  I saw his bright enquiring eyes fall
again to my jutting erection, as if reassuring himself and then he was
embracing me.  There was suddenly the warmth of another human being
pressing to me as I settled in his hugging arms.

His hand continuing to hold mine was comforting.  A closeness of touch that
boded of even closer intimacies to follow.  Along the flat muscled plane of
his belly, growing out of the heavy mass of dark pubic hair, his penis was
long and solidly thick.  A blue veined cylinder of pure power topped with a
pink rounded head.  I took it all in with a glance and felt my temperature
go up another notch.

He turned me so that my back was to him, thus avoiding my shyness having to
face the reality of our position.  As his beefy arm looped around my narrow
waist and our beings came together, there came the first heated grazing of
his penis against my buttocks.

"Let's take some time to get to know each other" he breathed against my
bare shoulder.

His warm, slightly moist lips ran across to my neck and on up to my ear
whilst his hand stayed resting, motionless, on my stomach.  I didn't move
an inch, frozen into immobility, not from fear but from the strangeness of
the situation.  I was, at last, in the arms of a man where I had longed to
be for so many months and years.  A position I had dreamed about and
fantasised over for ages and Terry was about to make those dreams come
true.

My dreary job, poor accommodation and lack of friends faded away.  Here I
was on the threshold of a new life and hopefully, new experiences.

I stared at the wall where the candlelight dimly illuminated the framed
picture of a naked youth.  He too, like me, was in the arms of an older
man.  He appeared to be well at ease and relaxed, though what drew my
attention the most was the clearly visible penis he possessed.  He wasn't
large, as I am, but he definitely had an indefinable quality about him.

"Who's that in the picture?" I asked without turning my head.

"The stunning, extremely naked young man is Phillippe, the other is my
dearest friend Charles.  They live in France" Terry said.  "That is a
special picture they had taken last year in the grounds of their villa to
send to me on my birthday".

I ran my eyes over the lean graceful body of the French boy.  He really was
beautiful in an innocent way.

"And they are lovers?" I probed knowing instinctively that they were.  Why
else would they be photographed naked together.

"Like Romeo and Juliet" Terry replied with a smile in his voice.  "They are
inseparable".

"Your friend, Charles, looks very distinguished" I added.

Again Terry chuckled on my shoulder.

"He has a certain animal attraction" Terry conceded.  "As I said, Phillippe
is totally besotted with him and he with Phillippe".

"I can see why" I commented.

Terry's hand on my stomach moved slightly, one finger ranging around the
indentation of my navel.  It circled very slowly, dipping and sliding.  I
drew in my belly in reaction to the tickling and he chuckled softly again.

"You're very sensitive" he stated.

"It's not every day someone tickles my belly" I laughed tensely, turning my
head to peer at him over my shoulder.

"Then it should be" he said.  "I've never known anyone with such fine and
beautiful skin as you have".  His fingers circled again but this time
dipping about halfway to where my penis thrust its way out.  This time my
belly snapped in tightly and fluttered excitedly under the unexpected
though enchanting caress.

Against the back of my thighs I could feel the comforting warmth of his
legs and now slotted into the cleft of my buttocks was the hotness of his
manhood.  It lay there unmoving between us but its presence was definite.
Fear should have gripped me but my trust in Terry was, by this time total
and complete.

Gradually I was relaxing, accepting the love he was offering.  It had taken
a long time and a great deal of soul searching for me to have got this far.
For the last five years I had been tormented by the desires and fantasies
of just this event.  I had not taken the step lightly or frivolously.  A
great deal of soul searching and self analysis had preceded today.  Days
and nights I would be consumed by sexual desires that terrified me to the
point that I considered that I was going mad.

The conclusion that I was gay had dawned on me all those years ago, but I
had lacked the confidence or know how to do something about it.  It's funny
how you think you are the only one like it in the world.  The yearning for
physical love had at times been impossible to bear and the guilt
accompanying it just as difficult.  Terry had recognised it and had been
kindness itself.  His unswerving staunch friendship during that period of
soul searching was a rock onto which I could build.  I had known for many
months that he wanted me but he was careful not to rush things.  Patiently
he waited until I was ready.

"You must think I'm a stupid idiot" I said.  "You've taken so much trouble
over me".

His arm about me tightened and squeezed me closer to him.  A gesture so
sweet and patient.

Finally his hand moved those couple of inches lower and his fingers were
actually combing through the brown curls of my pubic hair.  My penis, with
a wayward will of its own lengthened and strained.

"We all have to start somewhere, sometime" he whispered.  "I'm glad I was
around when that time came for you".  His fingertips grazed the root of my
penis with a fleeting touch.  Tensely I held my breath expecting him to go
further but his slowly roaming hand moved away again.

He knew exactly how uptight I was and he was playing a waiting game.  For
this I was enormously grateful to him.  If he had rushed things I would
probably been upset and been turned off but his laid back attitude had just
the right effect.  It was serving to heighten my desires and awareness to
the point where I was dying for him to touch me properly.

My penis jumped again as his fingers brushed past it to spider along the
long curve of my thigh.  This time I am sure he noticed the sudden intake
of breath I made.

"Okay to go a little step further?" he asked.  I nodded my head dumbly.

The slow caressing of his gentle hand on my leg moved higher, and with
bated breath I waited.  I stifled a groan as he reached my testicles and
dallied for heavenly moments.  I was keenly aware of every movement he was
making.  My penis was only an inch or so away from where his fondling hand
loitered.  Saying a heartfelt silent prayer I tried to will him to cover
that short distance and seal my fate forever.

Instinctively my legs straightened and my body rolled and adjusted itself
into his path.  At last his fingers curled around the lower part of my
shaft.  This time I did groan aloud.  A band of steel tightened around my
chest and my penis forced its way through his clasping fingers.

"You are breathtaking" he uttered as his hand squeezed and his lips pressed
to the side of my neck.  I rolled again so that now I was half laying on
top of him with my back still to him.  In the dim light I could see the
long column of my penis towering out through his slowly rubbing hand.

How could I never have done this before.  It was wonderful to be one with
him in this way.  The tired old reservations began to fall away along with
any remaining shyness that I still felt.  Against my spine was the hardness
of his penis as it responded to our mounting excitement.

A gurgle of pure joy rumbled in my throat as he stroked out to the head of
my manhood where the nerve endings cried out to be touched.  Lightly his
thumb moved over the bared tip in a caress that sent my pulse racing.  This
was exactly the kind of physical contact I had yearned for.  I was in his
hands and he could do anything he wanted.

I wanted to tell him how wonderful it was but my throat and voice were not
working.  I think he had a pretty good idea though.  He wrapped his fingers
around my shaft, low down where it joined my body and gripped me tightly.
The upper portion of my penis thrust out through his fist, throbbing and
stiff wanting more.

"I'm going to teach you what it is to love a man" he breathed from behind
me.  "All your dreams will come true".

I sighed a long drawn out "yes" and arched my spine so that my penis slid
through his clenching hand.  He held me with a firmer more determined grip
and slid his hand higher up my penis.  The speed of our lovemaking was slow
and mellow but underlaying it was the knowledge that at some point we would
both want more, much more.

My legs parted to give him total access to me and I raised my hand up
behind my head to caress the side of his face.  I had a sense of being home
- to be in a place I was meant to be and with the person I was destined to
be with.  His touching my body in no way felt alien or objectionable - on
the contrary - I was loving it.

Terry began masturbating me.  Not in the clumsy, feverish way I did it for
myself, but in a slow sensual caring way that made me shiver.  Each gliding
pass of his fingers over my swollen glans was sheer heaven that had my
heart beating like a trip hammer.

"You've got a beautiful cock" he murmured.  As he said it I felt the prod
of his stiff penis force its way even harder against my bottom.  I laid
back, relishing the wonderful closeness and let his hand have me - it was
terrific.

"Yeah, but I've got no idea about things" I muttered.

"Yes you have" he contradicted me.  "You know what pleases you, so it
follows that it will please anyone else".  The crook of his hand where
thumb and forefinger meets was now lodged under the pronounced ridge of the
head of my penis and the feeling was tremendous.  For several moments he
concentrated on only the head of my cock with tiny pulling strokes that
were quickly setting me on fire.

"Like now - you're enjoying what I am doing aren't you?" he went on.

"Very much" I replied although I was a bit embarrassed about the amount of
seminal fluid which was leaking from my penis.  It must be wetting his hand
I thought, but he showed no signs of being put off about it.

"God you feel juicy" he observed.  My embarrassment soared.

"Sorry" I muttered.

"What's to be sorry about?  It just shows that you're getting really into
the mood".

"I'm always the same" I said.

"Good!  The juicier they are the better I like them" he said.

He was moving his hand at a faster pace on me now.  I could actually hear
the faint squelching sounds as my foreskin slid forwards and then
backwards.  Of course this naturally generated a lot more liquid dribbling
down over the tip of my penis.

After a few moments he pulled me completely over him so that I was laying
on my back on top of him.  This allowed him to get his free hand around and
find my testicles.  I could feel his hot breath on my neck and shoulder
whilst his hands worked tirelessly on me.

"Do you normally come very quickly?" he asked.

"Only if I'm over excited" I mumbled, biting into my lower lip to fend off
the effect he was having on me.

"And are you right now?"

"I'm getting that way" I admitted with a small embarrassed laugh.

His hand movement slowed a little to a delicious even pace where he was
stroking the whole length of my rock hard penis from root to tip.  It was
unlike anything I did and I found it highly erotic.

"Uh, that feels just right" I sighed.  I thought of all those lurid stories
I had read of gay love and the mechanics of it but they bore no resemblance
to the love I was getting.  Terry was expressing his love for me in the way
he was introducing me to life and it endeared him to me even more.

The steady motion of his hand on me was sufficient to maintain my erection
at full stand but not enough to tip me over the top into coming.  That I
was sure would happen in the fullness of time.  There was no need to think
up my favourite scenes where I was being made love to by a gorgeous man - I
had him there for real.

"Are you okay?" Terry murmured.  "I don't want to make things go too
quickly".

I assured him that I was perfectly happy and left him in no doubt that I
was enjoying it.  He was satisfied with my answer and carried on the slow
milking of my penis that I was finding so thrilling.

Terry was kissing my neck again, making me squirm with untold pleasure.
Tiny kisses that moved down to my shoulder and then back up to my ear.
There he nibbled on the lobe for a few seconds and then traced around the
inside with the tip of his tongue.  I shuddered and arched my body in his
embrace.

"Just imagine if my tongue was doing that to your cock" he murmured softly.

I didn't have very long to think about it before he flipped me off where I
was laying on him and was leaning over me.  His head lowered over my
midriff and then came the most intense moment of my life as I felt the head
of my penis swamped by his mouth.  I gave out a cry as the heat and
moistness hit me.

 His cheeks sunk inwards and his lips clamped around the wide shaft as he
vacuumed hard on me.  I wriggled in agitation and closed my eyes to blot
out the sight for it was making me far too excited.

At first he didn't move, other than a with his tongue but then his head
began a slow methodical up and down motion so that I slid into his throat
further and further.  All the time there was this scalding warmth
surrounding me.

"Oh my God Terry!" I exclaimed in shocked surprise.  This was far better
than anything I could have imagined.  His eyes flashed at me up the length
of my nude body.  This most likely was the reaction he craved for.

I watched in amazement as a good proportion of my penis disappeared through
his lips and he slowly began to suck on me.  The warm wetness of his mouth
surrounded me, and I was loving it.

"That's so good" I breathed.  "Why haven't I done this before?"

He let my penis slide, wet and glistening, from his mouth and smiled at me
along the length of my nudity.  That grin told me reams.  This was as
important to him as it was to me.

He went quickly back to my penis, turning his head sideways so that he
could apply his open mouth to the side of the shaft whilst his hand fondled
my testicles.  Slowly, very slowly, he worked his way back up the shaft
until he had the tip nudging at his lips.  I closed my eyes and let the
marvellous sensation wash over me.

I could hear him now.  Tiny mewing, gurgling sounds that accompanied the
swirling of his tongue around the broad rounded head mixing with the ragged
sounds of my own breathing.  This was a treat I never wanted to end.  It
had to go on forever.

I felt him plunge down over my penis again, taking me so far back into his
throat that I was sure that he would choke.  His teeth lightly scraped
along the thick heavy shaft and my heart missed a beat.  He was doing
everything I had ever dreamed about.

"Terry!" I managed to gasp.  "It's too good .......I don't think I can hold
it back much longer....."

The drifting mist of orgasm began to cloud my brain.  The constant welter
of caresses he was giving me didn't stop for one moment.  On and on he
went, devouring my swollen shaft like a starving man and giving me no
quarter.  My pelvis started to join in with him, jerking upwards in little
bouncing movements that had my penis sinking right to the back of his
mouth.

"That's brilliant....." I spluttered.  "Don't stop......please don't stop!"

He braced his hands on my hip bones and held me down so that I didn't
escape from his lunging mouth.  I was fast getting to that stage where
nothing would hold it back.  My penis was a rod of steel, being burnished
and lathered by his willing lips.  All my concentration was centred in
those few inches of muscle and gristle that he was finding so appetising.

I heard him groan loudly.  A puffing sort of snorting sound way back in his
throat.  Then he was back going as hard as ever.  I was in a seventh heaven
that defied any description.  A no-mans-land where sexual release is
building and would not abate.  That tremendous tightening of sinews and
nerve ending when every touch is adding to the thrill.

"I'm coming ......I'm.......coming!" I called through my clenched teeth,
expecting him to back off but he did no such thing.  If anything he went at
me harder with a fierceness that turned me to jelly.

The release of my sperm was a climax that made me quake from head to toe
again and again as each separate spurt blasted from me.  He paused for a
second and then resumed his sucking on me with even more vigour than
before.

It was many moments before I was capable of understanding what was going on
around me.  The climax had been so earth shattering, much more than I had
ever experienced before, that I was unable to speak.  Terry rose up over me
and looked deep into my eyes.  There was an expression there that I had not
seen before.  It was akin to a deep affection or love.

When his mouth came down onto mine to kiss me, there was the unmistakable
mustiness of my own semen lingering there.  Uncaring, I allowed his tongue
entrance.  The silky oiliness of my semen smeared across my mouth and in a
strange way I revelled in it.

"You're one hell of a stunner" Terry breathed as our kiss ended.  "I could
really make a fool of myself over you.  In fact I probably have already".

"As long as I can be a fool with you" I replied.  "You have made me feel
things tonight that I have never felt before".

The yeasty odour of semen was everywhere, on his hands, his lips and on
mine.  Our kisses took on a new tenderness now.  The urgency of just a few
moments before was waning.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I closed my eyes and nodded a very definite and convincing yes.  It was
true, at no time in my life had I felt this kind of release.  It was total,
complete and I had him to thank for it.  I snuggled warmly into his arms,
holding him to me lest he escaped.


This is my first attempt at writing a short story for Nifty.  If you liked
it please let me know.  Perhaps the story will continue in the not too
distant future.