Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 14:23:27 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Huw gets his Reward

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary.


WARNING:

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by acts of a homosexual nature.

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Always indulge in safe sex.

Huw gets his reward

Hi my name is Huw; I'm 28, a graduate, live on my own
in a small bungalow in a village not far from a major
south of England town. I not very tall but good
looking with red hair from my Celtic origins, brown
eyes, nicely proportioned nose a bit crooked from when
I broke it playing rugby, thinnish lips, clean shaven.
Oh and for those of you who haven't guessed I'm gay
and active; my six inch uncut cock gets plenty of
exercise in local parks and even sometimes at home. I
work alone as a free lance editor reading books for
publication but have an office rather than working at
home as I work for an agency. As I'm single they often
send me off to stay in other places so I get to travel
quite a lot. This suits me fine, as I love visiting
new places and checking them out. Maybe one day I'll
tell you about some of my adventures but today I want
to tell you about a recent experience that I had.

I rarely travel to work by public transport.  I only
live ten minutes walk from my office and the exercise
does me good. However, this particular day I had been
summoned to a meeting in the town centre. My car was
off the road and the bus seemed the best bet so I took
it in to town. The journey was far longer than I
expected as the bus made several detours into other
villages and filled up to almost capacity. I had the
luck to get on it early enough to get a seat but I was
not looking forward to the journey home!

The meetings dragged but eventually ended and I hoped
to get back to the bus station before the rush hour.
No such luck! I arrived to find a long queue waiting
for the bus I was due to catch and thought there was
little chance of a comfortable ride home. However, I
was mistaken. The large double-decker that arrived to
pick us up more than accommodated the people waiting
and I secured a seat on the upper deck. Again the bus
meandered through the local villages before finally
heading towards mine. The passengers on the upper deck
steadily thinned out and by the time we were
approaching my village there were just three of us
sitting upstairs: an elderly man who seemed to be
asleep; me and a young man in baggy shorts and
T-shirt, carrying a small bag.

The young man was sitting behind me and to my right so
it was quite difficult to check him out without being
too obvious, although I did get a couple of sly
glances in and liked what I saw. I was wondering where
he was going when I felt a tap on my shoulder and
looked round to see the young man, who was about 18 or
19 leaning towards me. He was looking anxious and
spoke quietly, asking me whether he had missed the
stop for one of the villages. He was obviously a
stranger as he spoke with a vaguely transatlantic
accent, which I found difficult to place. He was also
right to be anxious as the stop he had wanted was
several miles behind us. I broke the bad news to him
and he looked crest fallen. He spoke again,

"I was looking for some friends I met on holiday last
summer. They told me to look them up when I was in the
area. I thought I might stay with them for a night or
two before I go home to Canada."

"Well", I replied, "I think the best thing you can do
is get off with me at come to my house and telephone
the people and see if they are in and can come and
fetch you. What time are they expecting you?"

"Thanks for the offer that's most generous. I was
going to surprise them or call from the village so
they are not really expecting me."

I groaned inwardly at the thought of him arriving
unannounced at the house of people he had met months
before on holiday but could not think of anything else
to suggest. My stop was approaching and I got up and
told him to follow. We got off the bus and I led him
the few yards to my front door. I opened the door and
let him in saying,

"Would you like a drink and then you can telephone
your friends? What's your name by the way, I'm Huw."

"I am Christian, it's French you know but most of my
friends call me Chris", he replied.

"OK Chris, what would you like: tea, coffee, something
stronger - a beer perhaps?"

"A beer would be great thanks Huw."

I went into the kitchen and got two beers and brought
them back into my living room. I gave one to Chris and
then sat down opposite him so that I could check him
out better. The baggy shorts were rather disappointing
as they did not reveal anything at all but he looked
very fit. He was taller than I am, rather larger in
body but a nice boyish face, short dark hair, piercing
blue eyes, a sharp nose and thick lips. I could almost
feel my cock begin to twitch as I took in the view!

"So what part of Canada are you from Chris and when
are you going back?"

"Quebec, Huw, and I go back on Tuesday. I don't really
want to but I'm running out of money and need to get
back to get a job."

"Oh well, we better see if we can sort you out then,
Chris", I said as I got up and went to get the
telephone. Chris took the phone and punched in the
numbers but it was clear that there was no reply or an
answer machine because he switched the phone off
without speaking. He looked up at me and said,

"I hate answer machines. There's no reply. When's the
next bus I'll have to go back and find a hostel for
the next few nights. I'll try them again tomorrow."

I took my chance.

"No don't go back to town, Chris. Heaven knows when
the next bus will be. Stay here tonight and ring them
again in the morning from here. I've plenty of room
and company is always nice."

"You sure, Huw? I wouldn't want to be a nuisance."

"No that fine, Chris. I've got a spare bed made up.
I'll show you the room. Then we can pop round the pub
for a bite to eat. I expect you're hungry aren't you?"

I led Chris to the spare room, which was right next to
mine and showed him where everything was and then left
him to unpack. A moment or two later he was back in
the living room and he smiled and said,

"May I use the toilet. Where did you say the bathroom
is?"

"Oh sorry Chris I forgot. Third door on the right."

Chris disappeared and I suddenly remembered I hadn't
told him that the seat had a mind of its own and had
to be held up when you were peeing otherwise it
crashes down and could cause a nasty shock to say the
least. I heard the noise a second later and rushed
down to the bathroom, which did not have a lock. I
walked in to a semi-farcical sight. Chris was sitting
slightly shaken on the side of the bath, his baggy
shorts wide open and his flaccid dick sticking out of
them. I took in the whole scene and noted that Chris
like me was uncut.

"Are you OK Chris?" I asked anxiously. "Sorry I forgot
to warn you about the seat. It didn't catch you did
it?"

"No but it bloody nearly took my cock head off. What
do you say - it nearly circumcised me?"

"Well I'm sorry but you look fine to me, Chris." (I
placed an emphasis on the word 'fine' hoping that my
guest would pick up the wider meaning. I was not sure
whether he had.) Then I continued,

"I've got some cream here if you want to put it on."

"No it's Ok, Huw. It only grazed my cock head. I think
it'll be OK and still be in working order."

"Well let's hope so, Chris."

As I looked over at Chris I thought I saw a small hint
of a smile cross his face and a look of expectation in
his eyes. I left the bathroom and returned to the
living room where Chris, now fully dressed again
joined me. Again I apologised profusely but by now
Chris could see the funny side of what had happened.

"Well I'm glad you're feeling OK again, Chris. Do you
want to go to the pub?"

"Yes I'm better now. What an irony it would have been
if, after all the efforts my father went to to ensure
that I was not mutilated like he was by the doctors
when I was born I end up being circumcised by an
English toilet seat! I'm really glad about that! And
yes I would like to go to the pub!"

We put on our coats and walked the short distance to
the pub where we ordered a couple of pints and some
food, which I paid for. We sat in a cosy corner and
chatted amiably although I did notice that from time
to time Chris allowed his knees to brush against mine.
As we were chatting I decided to take a chance and ask
Chris a little more about his remarks back at the
house. I looked at him and said,

"What did you mean about your father's efforts when
you were born?"

Chris looked up and said,

"Well I was born in Canada and at that time it was
standard practice to circumcise all boys at birth.
Some doctors did it almost as soon as the baby was
born but my father said that he did not want me to be
cut in this way. He wasn't and he didn't want me to be
either. Apparently the doctors got very angry but in
the end they had to respect his wishes."

"Oh I see,' I responded, "In Europe they don't do it
very much at all so I guess your father was following
his tradition rather than that of Canada."

Shortly after this conversation, we finished our food
and drinks and then I thought I better offer Chris
another one so I leaned forward and said,

"Would you like another beer or would you like to go
back to my house."

"I think I'm ready to go back," Chris replied, "but
first I will just go to the toilet."

"Good idea, it's safer here! I think I might go too."

I followed Chris into the toilet and he took up the
end stall at the urinal and I stood next to him. I
glanced over the divider as he hauled his cock out of
his trousers and whispered,

"Is everything OK down there now?"
"Chris smiled back at me and replied, "O yes,
everything is working just fine."

As I watched Chris began to massage his cock so that
it started to harden in his hand and he then looked
over the divide to take in my equipment, which was
equally hardening in my hand.

Chris smiled even more broadly and said quietly,

"Well we both seem to be fine and I'm finished here.
So let's go back to your house."

The walk back to my house was not a long one and we
covered the short distance relatively quickly. We got
inside and Chris turned round and began to fondle my
cock through my trousers.

"I think I've found a good way to thank you for your
kindness today," he said.

I responded by kissing Chris on his full lips and we
walked quickly towards my bedroom where we collapsed
on the bed eagerly pulling our clothes off each other.
Very soon we were naked and both our cocks were hard
and throbbing. Chris was in charge and he told me what
to do,

"Suck me and then you can fuck me good and hard."

I needed no second invitation so I went straight down
on Chris' hard cock rolling the foreskin back off the
head with my tongued and slurping down his shaft. Then
I pulled my lips back up the shaft drawing the
foreskin back over the head. I took the cock in my
mouth keeping the foreskin covering the head but
gradually felt it begin to roll back as I worked my
tongue on the shaft. Chris was writhing in the
exquisite pleasure that he was feeling as his cock I
used all my expertise and experience to give him the
best oral action he had had in his life. Chris was
ramming his cock into my mouth and on into my throat
and I opened up ad let him deep throat me, all the
time he kept up a stream of dirty comments,

"Oh yes, Huw....suck my hard cock!!! Feel my cock
fucking your mouth!!...suck me hard!!..you know you want
all of it!!....Oh yes that's the way I like it!!...your
tongue is soo good on my cock!!...don't stop!!...let me
face fuck you until I cum!!!..Please make me cum!!!!"

I had no intention of stopping now and allowed myself
to continue to suck him as hard as I could until I
knew that he could not hold out any longer. I felt his
balls swell and rise, Chris' cock shaft throbbed on my
tongue and I felt the head expanding as his piss slit
unleashed a monumental gush of spunk. I took the first
shot straight into my throat but eased back so that
his subsequent shots could land on my tongue. I
savoured every last drop of French-Canadian cum as it
landed in my mouth. Chris gasped as he shot into me
but still continued his commentary,

"Oh yes, Huw, I'm cumming!!!.....You lips and mouth and
throat have made me cum!!!...Feel me throbbing...feel my
cum boiling up inside my
balls!!...I....can't....stop...it...now...here...it
cummmssssss!!!!!"

Only when he had completely finished did Chris become
totally silent except to murmur his thanks and
appreciation. I had expected him to want a rest but
within a few moments he was back up and raring to go
again. This time he lay me back on the bed and raised
himself above me before lowering himself slowly and
carefully onto my own hard cock. I felt the cock head
breach his arse ring and enter into his love channel.
Chris stopped, turned round to look at me and grinned,

"Nice fit, Huw."

Then Chris continued to lower himself until I was
completely engulfed and felt his arse cheeks resting
on my thighs. Chris paused for a moment and made a few
wiggles with his bum before he began the slow process
of rising his arse up my shaft until only the head of
my cock was still inside. Then he paused again,
wiggled again and slowly went back down again. I was
enjoying this sensation - I love  being ridden - and
was aware that the process was slowly being increased
in tempo as Chris worked up and down my shaft with his
tight arse. I am normally not very chatty when having
sex preferring to save my energy for the activity but
I was anxious to show my appreciation of Chris'
efforts so I gasped out.

"Now I know what they mean by a Canadian Mountie!..You
are a great fuck but I won't be able to last much
longer..Oh this is sooo good!!!"

I do not know where Chris got the stamina from because
he began to talk again as he rode my cock,

"And your cock is good to ride, Huw!..One of the
best!.. Riding you has made me hard again...feel round
me and jerk my cock as I ride your fat cock into my
tight arse!! Oh it feels so good and deep inside me
and I feel you throbbing, waiting to cum!!!...That's it
speed up your hand on my cock...let's see if we can
shoot together!!!"

I had reached round and grasped the throbbing Canadian
cock and was wanking him as hard as I could and he
began to ride me with renewed energy and ferocity. I
knew I would cum any second and he knew it too. With a
cry of excited pleasure I began to spunk up deep
inside Chris' body, my cock throbbing and spitting my
hot jizz so that it coated the walls of his love
channel. Out of sight but in my hand I felt Chris'
cock begin to twitch and throb and I knew his second
load was about to explode. And so it did whilst I was
in the midst of my own orgasm Chris shot a second load
of cum that hit his chest and ran down into his pubic
hair. I felt Chris begin to ease up my now spent cock
and felt it pop out of his arse and he lay next to me
gasping for breath. I too was gasping for breath but
managed to smile across at Chris and say,

"Thanks Chris that was awesome and the best 'thank
you' I've ever had."

Chris grinned back and said quietly as he recovered
his breath,

"That's only the first part of the 'thank you',
there'll be another round in a little while. After
all. I do have to check that my equipment is in full
working order after the accident earlier!"

I am pleased to report that everything was in full
working order that nice - twice more to be precise.
But when the morning came I wondered whether Chris
would want to move on to see his friends, but I am
also happy to report that he said he preferred to stay
with me for his last few days in Europe. After a
hectic and exhausting weekend, I drove Chris to the
airport and saw him onto the plane. He has promised to
keep in touch and has invited me to come to see him in
Canada. I hope he does keep in touch and I am already
saving to go to Canada!!

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