Date: Fri, 31 May 2002 09:04:39 +0100 (BST)
From: aculeus@btopenworld.com
Subject: It takes two - Final Score

Disclaimer: any resemblance to real persons or actual situations is purely
accidental.


IT TAKES TWO
WINNING SCORE


Brian

There are two things in life I just can't do without: one is football, the
other sex. The trouble is, for somebody in my position, the two just don't
mix and I have to do everything I possibly can to keep them separate.
That's why when I answered the phone and heard a young, confident sounding
voice asking me whether he could sign up for the football team I manage I
knew I had to put sex to the back of my mind.  We were short of a mid-field
player and this was a chance to sign up a new member of the squad. Sex was
out of the question.

The night we met was not the kind of night anybody would choose to go out
cruising in the park. It was wet, windy and cold and I got down the pub
early. I must have been sitting there for about an hour and was on my
second pint when he walked through the door. I knew it was him straight
away even though we'd never met before and as our eyes met I could feel my
cock stirring in my trousers. Standing in front of me was a tall boy of
about seventeen with dark eyes, short, almost black hair. He introduced
himself and I felt a shiver go down the back of my spine as we shook hands.
I knew straight away I'd have to take control of myself and I kept on
reminding myself that we had met to talk football.  This young boy wanted
to join my club in order to play football and I had to keep my distance
just as I did with the other players. I mustn't even hint at sex. And
that's the way things turned out. After about twenty minutes chat Pete
signed up and two weeks later he played his first game for us.

Pete

I first met Bri one Tuesday night at the King's Arms. I wanted to play for
his football team as the club I'd belonged to had folded and I desperately
wanted to continue playing I'd contacted a number of managers and Brian was
the first to answer. As we sat drinking in the pub he told me about the
other players, pointed out that they all lived near each other and were a
very close group. He asked me whether I thought I would fit in. I said I
didn't think there would be any problems and agreed to attend my first
training session the following Thursday.

 Although I took an immediate liking to Bri the only thing I could think
about at the time was football and sex never crossed my mind. It was not
until I'd been at the club for a couple of weeks that I found myself
watching Bri more closely. He's a good-looking guy about forty, tall and
strong.  I noticed that if anybody had a problem he was always ready to
help. Other than that he kept his distance. He never got involved in macho
talk and whenever Dave and Ben started talking about shagging birds he'd
never hang around. I began to wonder why, trying to work out what he did
for sex.

Bri

One Saturday morning before an important cup game there was a message from
Pete on my answer phone He didn't say what he wanted and my first thoughts
were that he was injured or unwell. When I rang back, a little nervous
about what he was going to say, I found that it was not that at all. Pete
answered the phone but it was not the usual confident sounding person I'd
became used to: 'Cheers Bri...er... Thanks for ringing back. Er.......my
fucking car's broken down. Do you know who could give me a lift in the
morning? I.......I....don't mind sleeping on the floor
if....er......somebody could put me up for the night'

Without thinking about what I was doing, I broke one of my rules. Pete
lives about ten miles away from the rest of the squad but it would have
been easy to get somebody to collect him. Instead I told him he could stay
the night at my place.

Pete

Towards the end of the season the fucking car, which I'd only just bought,
broke down on the Saturday morning before an important cup game. I could
easily have given Dave or Ben a ring. Either of them would have been quite
happy to pick me up and tell me all the minute details of their sex
adventures the previous night. When I lifted up the receiver, though, it
was Brian's number I rang. There was an answer phone so I left a message
asking him to ring back. I didn't say what it was about.

Ten minutes later the phone rang. It was Brian. 'Is that you Pete what's
the matter?' Brian spoke in his usual matter-of fact tones. I started to
mumble and dither and almost before I'd finished saying my piece Brian
interrupted: ' You can stay over here if you like. What time are you going
to arrive? This was just what I wanted to hear but at the time I didn't
quite know why. After all I'd stayed at other guy's houses fuck knows how
many times before.

Bri

Pete arrived at about ten o'clock. When I opened the door I just couldn't
believe what I saw. There he was, wearing black jeans and a track top, and
grinning all over his face. He looked so horny I couldn't stop myself
staring at him for a moment before asking him in, my cock swelling inside
my trousers. This was the first time he'd got me going since we'd met in
the pub and I knew I had to do something. The only way to deal with the
situation was to get out of the flat as quickly as possible and go round to
the pub for a pint. I told Pete to dump his kit in the hall and off we
went. The rest of the evening was spent talking about football but I
couldn't stop myself checking Pete out whenever I thought he wasn't
looking.

Pete

I arrived at 10 o'clock. When Brian opened the door he stood looking at me
for a while before asking me in and I began to get the feeling he was
checking me out. My cock began to twitch and I quickly put my hand in my
pocked to keep it under control. Almost at once though Bri interrupted my
thoughts and told me to dump my things in the hall as we were going round
the pub. All we talked about for the next hour was football.

Bri

When we got back to my place we went straight to bed. I showed Pete his
bedroom, waited until he'd used the bathroom and then went to bed myself.
I lay on the bed with just boxers on and watched my cock as it rose rapidly
to its full nine inches even before my right hand had gripped hold of
it. For the first time I began to fantasise about Pete's sex life,
wondering whether he'd ever had sex with anybody. I found it difficult to
believe a hot guy like him was still a virgin. My cock began to throb and
my self-control began to evaporate. Dreaming was not enough and I just had
to do some investigation, the urge was so great.

 I got out of bed, tiptoed across the room and quietly went and stood by
the door of Pete's bedroom. There was no light coming under the door so I
assumed he was in bed. I stood there, listening intently, my ear up against
the door.. At first I couldn't hear a thing but after a while I began to
detect a low sort of moaning sound followed by words which were
unmistakable: 'Ooooooh....Ooooooh.....fucking
wicked.......Ooooooh........Ooooooh.....fucking wicked....' Silence. Then
it started again. 'Ooooooh........Ooooooh......fucking wicked.....'

I've no idea how long this went on for because I lost all sense of time. It
was almost as if I was fixed to the ground and couldn't move. Then suddenly
the noise got louder, the moaning turned into heavy breathing:
'Oooooh.... Oooooh.....Oooooh.....ah..........ah... ah....aaaaaaah...........
Silence again. I stood there for another five minutes before going back to
bed, the front of my boxers soaking wet.

Pete

It never occurred to me that I'd be sleeping in my own bedroom, Somehow I
got into my head I'd be on the floor in the front room and so when we got
back to the flat it was a big surprise when I realised I was going to have
a room to myself. I couldn't fucking well wait to get to bed. At home I
share a room with two younger brothers, get no privacy and it is almost
impossible to get a decent wank.

When I finally closed the bedroom door an incredible feeling came over my
cock and me began to swell rapidly. I slowly took off my clothes, flung
myself naked on the bed and opened my legs wide. I looked down at my cock
with its long foreskin and began to stroke it gently.  I was determined to
make this wank the fucking best I'd ever had. As my fingers gripped the tip
of my cock and began to move gently and slowly up and down the shaft
fantasies rushed through my mind, thick and fast. Don with the stubby
prick, Bill with the tight foreskin, but all the time I found myself going
back to Brian. I tried to work out the meaning of the look he gave me when
he opened the door earlier and began to wonder about his sex life. 'I
wonder what the fuckers doing now?' I thought 'Wanking like me or asleep?'
The feeling in my cock became more and more intense and I began to breath
heavily.

How long I went on for I don't know. When the climax eventually came it was
fucking incredible. I thrust my hips into the air and my cum shot high
above my head and onto the pillow. I subsided and lay there for a while
before drifting into sleep, not bothering to wipe up the mess.

Bri

The match the following day was a big disappointment. We'd expected to win
easily but lost. It was then I broke another of my rules. I generally avoid
the showers. I just let the lads get on with it and if I want to speak to
somebody I send a message. On this Sunday I went down to the showers myself
to tell Pete to hurry up. After the previous night I just had to take a
look at his cock. Pete stood there, slim and inviting, the water running
down his hairless chest. When I suddenly appeared he grinned and started to
wash his hair. A quick glance down and a long thinnish piece of meat met my
eye. My own cock started to react immediately and I left quickly before
anybody could notice.

I took Pete back to his place and most of the journey was spent in
silence. I was trying to work out what went wrong during the game but the
sight of Pete in the showers kept flashing across my mind and I couldn't
stop thinking about what I'd heard the previous night. I know there's
nothing odd about a young guy having a good wank but at the time I didn't
understand why he'd decided to toss himself off in my room and not at home
before he came round.

 All Pete said when he got out of the car was: 'Thanks for the room.' I
muttered something about coming again if he wanted and drove off. When I
got home I forgot about the football completely. The only thing on my mind
now was Pete. I started dreaming about him laying next to me, naked, with
his cock hard on, laughing all over his face the way he does, and begging
me to give him a suck. That afternoon my own cock did overtime.

Pete

The game on Sunday was a fucking disappointment. We lost and I was absolute
shit. As usual I went for a shower after the game but then something
happened which I couldn't remember happening before. Brian came down to the
showers. He said he'd come to tell me to hurry up but I could have sworn he
took a quick glance at my cock. At any rate my cock started to react to his
presence and I had to finish washing my hair quickly and get out of the
showers before anybody noticed.

Neither of us said much on the way home. I just wanted to put football out
of my mind and have a quiet wank on my own. What I wanted most of all was a
re-run of the previous night's wicked session but I knew there was little
chance of that at home. Brian dropped me at end of my road. He didn't say
much when I thanked him, just: 'Any time'

That afternoon my brothers spent the whole time fucking about in the
bedroom so even though I'd had a shower after football, I decided to have a
bath so I could have a wank and think seriously about the situation. As I
slowly massaged my cock I made two decisions. The first was to jack in my
girlfriend. I realised that the previous night she had not crossed my mind
once. The other was to try and get Brian to talk about his sex life. The
first was the easy one. I just went round and told her. I think she knew it
was coming. The second one was a bit of a problem. I had to think of an
excuse for staying over night once more

Bri

The Thursday of that week was the last training session of the season and,
after we'd finished, I went to see the caretaker to give him a bottle of
whiskey. I stayed chatting. When I eventually got out to the car park there
was Pete, on his own, fiddling about with his car, his bulge pressing
against the bodywork. He looked up, gave me a nervous smile, and then
started to mumble just as he did when he rang up after his car had broken
down. Somehow I was expecting what he was going to say 'Bri......er. You
know you said ...er if I wanted to stay.'  I interrupted him and told him
to arrive at nine and I'd get a curry in. On the outside I remained calm -
how I managed it I don't know - but on the inside I was shaking.

I knew I'd broken one of my rules yet again but I couldn't stop
myself. Every time I lay on my bed wanking, I'd be thinking about Pete: his
cock was in my mouth, my cock was up his arse, there wasn't anything I
wasn't doing to him. But as so often happens once the orgasm subsided
reality dawned and I had to remind myself that there was no reason to think
he would ever want sex with me, after all he had only asked to stay the
night.

Pete

Thursday training was the last of the season, as there was only one more
match left, and the coming Saturday would be the last opportunity I'd have
to stay with Brian until September. I thought about ringing him again but
hadn't the guts so I decided to approach him at the end of training. Things
couldn't have worked out better.

As it was the last session Brian went off to have a chat with the caretaker
and I hung about until everyone had gone, pretending to be doing something
to my car. When he returned my cock began to swell but my confidence
suddenly left and I began to mutter. Brian interrupted: 'Come on, out with
it, you want to stay at my place again? Of course you can. Get round about
nine and I'll get a curry in.'

Fuck! On the way home I couldn't leave my cock alone. I felt so horny I had
to stop the car in a side ally, get it out and have a proper wank. I sat
there with my eyes closed, dreaming about Brian and gently rubbing my cock
. I was so fucking absorbed in what I was doing that I didn't notice a
woman taking her dog out for a walk. Luckily the dog started to bark and I
quickly covered my cock with a road map and pretended to be studying it. As
soon as she'd gone I started to wank again and twenty minutes later shot my
load into an old rag. The rest of the journey home was spent trying to work
out ways of getting Brian to talk about his sex life. I had few ideas and
the ones I did have were not very practicable. Brian is a very private
person.

Bri

 I was very restless for the whole of Saturday. I wanted sex with Pete and
badly but I knew that I couldn't afford to make the first move. Even
starting to talk about sex might be too risky. I spent the whole of the
afternoon watching pornos and gently rubbing my cock. In the evening I
started to drink before Pete arrived. During the meal we talked of nothing
but football and didn't even get near the topic of sex. I continued to
drink and by the time we went to the sitting room I was getting quite
drunk.

We'd hardly sat down, with me stretched out on the sofa and Pete in a chair
on his own, when he went into his nervous mode:

 'Um...... Bri.....um....can I ....um.....tell you something?'  I
nodded. 'I chucked my girl friend in last Sunday'

'Shit' I thought 'Why hasn't he said anything about a girl friend
before. 'No chance of sex with him now.'

But then through my drunken stupor I heard him say, 'I'd been going out
with her for two years......er.....but .....er.... we'd ...er.......never
had sex.' '

I'd had so much to drink I couldn't think straight. There was a long pause
as I tried to make up my mind whether to ask him why he'd never had sex
with his girlfriend. Eventually I said

' What you do for sex then?'. My question didn't seem to embarrass him and
he started to sound a bit less hesitant.

 ' Wank' came the reply.

 As calmly as I could I asked him how often and he then started telling me
about some of the problems he has at home.

' I wank whenever I get a fucking chance but the trouble is I've two
younger brothers who share a bedroom with me. They're always asking me what
I'm doing under the quilt when I'm trying to enjoy myself. I get really
pissed off'

Pete was obviously ready to talk about sex and I should have asked more
questions, but instead I just suggested the reason he wanted to stay the
night was so he could enjoy being alone in the bedroom.

At that point I finally had to admit to myself that, despite the urge to
have sex, which was pulsing through my veins, I couldn't even get a hard on
because I'd had so much to drink. I knew that the only thing to do was go
to bed. As I got up to leave I noticed Pete had stretched his legs out and
I could have sworn he was giving his cock a squeeze Muttering something
about a toilet roll, I left the room wishing I hadn't got so drunk.



Pete

I drove over to Pete's on the Saturday night and when I arrived the meal
was ready. It was pretty obvious Brian had already had a few drinks but
again my confidence left me. During the meal we just talked about
football. Brian continued to drink and by the time we got into the sitting
room he was fucking pissed. I realised this would be my last chance. I had
to start talking about sex I decided the only safe way was to tell him
about my girl friend. I didn't really want to in case he got the wrong
fucking idea but I had no alternative. I asked if I could tell him
something. He simply nodded. I then described how I'd split up with Jane
but added a bit which wasn't true. I told him that she wanted to go away
for the weekend so that we could have sex. but that I didn't want to. When
I finished he just sat there and I desperately tried to think of something
else to say. It seemed fucking ages before Brian eventually said:

 'What do you usually do for sex, then? A boy like you must get the urge
quite often'

'Fuck' I thought 'This is it. Bri wants to talk about sex' so I started to
tell him about the problems I had getting a good wank. Remembering the
previous Saturday I told him I liked it long and slow but at home this was
almost impossible.

 'That's why you wanted to come round here again is it? So you can be alone
in my spare room?' His words were slurred. I didn't know what to say. It
seemed as if he knew all about the previous week. I just grinned and looked
at him hoping for some encouragement but he just got up and said:

 'I'm going to bed. You know where everything is. The toilet roll is on the
side'

I sat there for a while thinking about the evening's conversation, gently
squeezing my cock and wondering what he meant about the toilet roll. I then
took myself off to bed. When I got in the room I made sure the curtains
were properly closed and slowly undressed in front of the mirror. I stood
there looking at myself, my cock pulsating. I realised I was really
desperate for sex with Brian and I wondered whether he wanted sex with
me. I turned to look at myself in the mirror, side on, gripping hold of my
balls with one hand and squeezing the base of my cock with the other. It
was then I noticed two bog rolls - one empty- on the bedside table. ' Fuck
me' I said as I remembered what Brian had said as he left the sitting room.

I picked up the empty toilet roll and slipped it over my cock It was a
little tight.  I stood there in front of the mirror and slowly began to
draw it back and forward. I sat on the edge of the bed, I lay on the bed
with my knees in the air, and I got into every possible position I could
fucking think of, gently massaging my cock. A tingling sensation went
though the whole of my body

As with the previous Saturday I lost all sense of time, the feeling was so
fucking wicked. I'm nearly eighteen and have been wanking since I was
thirteen but never before had I experienced anything like this. There was
only one disappointment, though. I fucking lost control and shot my load
before I wanted to, my cum spurting all over the bed. I wiped it up,
stuffed the wet paper into the end of the bog roll and left it on the floor
where I hoped Brian would find it. At four in the morning I woke up with a
hard on and started playing with my cock again. This time the feeling was
not so intense and my cum just spurted over my chest. I rubbed it into my
body and went back to sleep again.

Bri

The following morning Pete left before me. I thanked him for coming and, as
casually as I could, suggested he might like to stay the weekend next
time. The invitation was a bit vague but I didn't want to push things
unless I knew I was going to succeed.

After the game Pete went home without saying anything. I went back to my
place feeling really low. I lay down on my bed and started to give the
situation serious thought.  Pete had told me a bit about his sex life or
lack of it, I should say, but I desperately wanted action and not words. I
couldn't work out why he hadn't said anything to me after the game and
began to feel I'd gone too far asking him what he did for sex and then
asking if he wanted to stay the weekend. I decided it would be best to
forget all about him. Feeling thoroughly fed up and frustrated I went to
the local park to see who I could pick up.

As there was nobody in the park I tried the toilet near the road.  I went
into one of the cubicles and looked through the hole. There was a guy of
about thirty wanking. No sooner had I sat down than he stood up and thrust
his cock through the hole. It was one of those thick cocks that curve
upwards. I took it in my mouth and started working on it with my tongue. It
wasn't long though before I could feel a pumping action as the white liquid
spurted out into my mouth, once twice, three times, and slithered down my
throat.  The guy withdrew his cock, pulled up his jeans and left. I stayed
there for about half an hour but nobody else came in. As I walked back home
I kept wishing it had been Pete's cock in my mouth..

I didn't know what to do with myself for the next few days. I tried to put
Pete out of my mind but every time I had a wank I kept thinking about
him. I could see his smiling face, I could picture him in the showers with
his long thin cock, I could imagine him lying on the bed wanking. I was
cheered up a bit when I cleaned out the small bedroom.  I'd left two toilet
rolls there on Saturday afternoon - one full and the other empty- hoping
Pete would make good use of them.  Under the bed I discovered the empty
toilet roll- stuffed with paper. I knew Pete had enjoyed himself Saturday
night.

It seemed ages but it was only four days. I arrived home late from work and
had only just got through the door when the phone rang. It was Pete. As
soon as he started to mumble I knew what he wanted. 'Bri...er.. you know
you said stay...er.'  I cut him short. We arranged that he come round the
following day.

Pete

The following morning I was the first to leave and I said goodbye without
saying anything about the previous night. Brian's last words were: ' You
must stay for the whole of the weekend next time'.

I knew Brian was interested in my sex life but I couldn't work out what he
wanted. The lads at football sometimes laughed about enjoying a good wank
while watching a porno. Maybe Brian's remarks about the bog roll came into
that category. If I made the wrong move or even said too much I wouldn't be
playing fucking football for him next season. That I could have coped
with.- there are other clubs. What I didn't want to lose, even if I didn't
get Brian, was the privacy of his bedroom

The next few days were a fucking nightmare. My brothers were particularly
annoying, the bastards, and I couldn't think of an excuse for ringing Brian
up. That was silly of me. I didn't need one. Finally frustration overcame
me and. I went round the corner, where nobody could listen in, to make the
call on my mobile. Luckily Brian was in. I'd rehearsed what I wanted to say
before dialling the number but my words were not needed. As soon as Brian
knew it was me he said: 'So you want to come and stay for the weekend? When
have you got in mind?

Bri

Pete came round on Friday night. I made no real plans I just thought that
if I could get him to talk about his sex life a bit more things would
develop from there. Unfortunately we met some friends of mine down the pub
and got drunk. I vaguely remember putting my arms around Pete on the way
home but that was as near as we got to sex.

The following morning when I got up I decided to knock on Pete's bedroom
door and put my head round hoping to discover some action. I was
disappointed. My knock had woken him up and although the sight of him in
bed turned me on I couldn't think of an excuse to go in and went to the
kitchen to make breakfast..

After breakfast, while we were washing up. Pete suddenly said he was going
out and would be back at five. I didn't know what to make of this. I asked
him where he was going but all I got in reply was: 'To get one or two
things sorted out'

I spent the afternoon trying to work out what Pete was up to but it was all
a bit of a mystery. What scared me most was the thought that he had a new
girl friend and wanted to bring her back to my flat for sex but, of course,
I just didn't know. Things got so bad I couldn't even concentrate on my
favourite porno. Five o'clock came and no Pete.....half-past five and still
no Pete. I was getting unbelievably stressed. Eventually he turned up at
quarter past six, highly excited.

Pete

 I arrived at Brian's the following day at seven in the evening and we went
straight out to the pub. We'd only planned to stay for about an hour but,
unfortunately, a couple of Brian's football friends were there and we spent
the whole fucking evening getting pissed. As we lurched home at about 11.30
we put our arms round each other. It was the first time I'd touched Brian
since we'd first met in the pub. I tried to fucking wank that night but
couldn't

I was woken the following morning just before mid-day by a knock on the
bedroom door. Brian was standing there in his fucking boxer shorts with his
head round the door. I could just see his hairy chest and the muscles on
one of his arms. As I started to get hard I looked down to see whether
there was a swelling in his shorts but couldn't see properly. Unfortunately
he didn't come in but went off to get breakfast.

While I was washing I couldn't stop myself getting a hard on. I sat down on
the bog and started playing with my cock just as I do at home. I felt sure
that if nothing happened that weekend nothing ever would so I worked out a
plan which, looking back was a bit prattish. I decided to get a porno video
and tell Brian I'd found it in a bog.. That's how I spent Saturday
afternoon. When I told Brian I was going out I could see he was
disappointed. I said I'd be back by five and was very evasive when he asked
me where I was going. As it was I didn't get back until gone six. As I
drove up to the flat I could see Brian looking out of the window. My cock
began to swell at the sight of him.

Bri

When Pete got back we sat down to eat straight away and it was obvious he
couldn't wait to finish the meal. I sat there patiently as I could, knowing
it wouldn't be long before he told me what was on his mind. Eventually he
came out with it: 'Bri. Guess what I've found?' I said nothing. 'I've found
a video in a bog. Do you reckon it might be a porno?'  I didn't really
think he'd found the video but that didn't matter.  Here was my chance.

After the meal we went into my bedroom where I kept my video recorder so I
could watch movies in bed. I went straight to the wardrobe got a couple of
track bottoms out, asked Pete whether he wanted to change out of his jeans
and threw a pair at him.. We both sat on different sides of the bed but I
could see in the wardrobe mirror what he was doing. As I slipped my jeans
off I could see him doing the same, taking his boxers off with
them. Although he stood up with his back to me when he put the track
bottoms on I could just see the tip of his cock. He had a hard on. My heart
started to pound.

We both lay back on the bed with our knees in the air, both hesitant to
reveal too much. Before starting the video I jokingly asked if his cock was
stiff and we both laughed as he nodded.

Pete

During the meal I tried to remain calm but I couldn't fucking contain
myself. I produced the video and told my little white lie about finding it
in a bog.. I'm sure Brian didn't believe me but he showed no reaction. He
just said: 'We'll have to watch it in my bedroom. I haven't got a video
recorder in the sitting room.'  My cock began to swell. Things were working
out better than I'd fucking hoped.

When we'd finished eating we went straight into the bedroom. It had a
double bed with a television and video fixed to the wall. Brian immediately
took control: 'I'm going to put something looser on. Do you want to borrow
some track bottoms?' He didn't wait for an answer but flung a pair across
at me. We both sat on the edge of the bed with our backs to each other. I
took off my shoes, undid my zip and slowly pulled down my jeans, taking my
boxers with them. My cock was throbbing and I was fucking nervous. I stood
up, with my back to Brian, slipped the track bottoms on, sat back on the
bed and rolled over keeping my knees in the air. 'Are you ready? ' said
Brian 'Have you got a hard on?' I nodded and we both laughed.

 Bri

I don't know what I'd expected but when the movie started I became
tense. It was about a man with a large cock and a young woman. It wasn't
what I'd hoped for but I realised it could have been what Pete
wanted. After all there was no chance of him watching such a movie at
home. I wasn't quite sure what to think.

Pete

The porno was about a young women and a guy with a big cock. As soon as it
started I glanced at Brian. I expected him to say something but he went
fucking silent. I didn't understand why. I began to think I'd made a
mistake and that my plan wouldn't work.

Bri

 It was Pete who broke the silence when in a low voice he said

 'Fuck me he's got a large cock.'

 I sort of smiled and relaxed a bit as it was the guy's cock that he'd
mentioned and not the woman's tits. But I still didn't know what to
say. Pete spoke again, this time louder:

'It's fucking enormous' I knew then I had to say something.

'What bigger than yours ?'  I joked, picturing in my mind the long thin
cock I'd seen in the showers

Pete didn't give a direct reply. He paused, turned to me and said.

 'Tell me Bri have you ever been sucked off like the guy in the porno ?'

This was the first time he'd asked me a direct question about my sex life
and my doubts about what he was after began to disappear but still only
slowly.

'Of course I have' I said but that was all

His next question sent a shiver of excitement down my spine

'Have you ever given anybody else a suck?'

I now turned toward him and could see the glint in his eyes. I said:

'Why? Do you want me to give you one?

There was a pause.....then the answer I wanted: 'You fucking bet I do'

Pete

 After a few minutes I just had to say something so I muttered

 'He's got a fucking large cock' This seemed to relax Brian a bit. He
laughed and that gave me more confidence. When it got to the point where
the guy was about to stick his cock in the woman's mouth I almost shouted:

 'Fuck me its enormous' Brian looked at me grinning and said:

 'What longer than yours?

We both laughed and I remembered how Brian had looked down at my cock in
the showers. Then without thinking I suddenly burst out:

'Has anybody ever given you a blow job, Bri?'

Then for the first time, Brian told me something about his sex life.
'Yeah...of course.'

I now had no doubts. My shyness left me as I turned to him and asked:

 'Have you ever given anyone a suck?'

 The reply was just what I fucking wanted to hear.

Bri

That was the last thing Pete said for a little while. He remained almost
motionless as I sat astride him, leant forward and pulled his shirt
off. Gradually edging to the bottom of the bed, I carefully pulled down his
track bottoms as I went. I paused and looked at him: he was shivering with
expectation, his long, thin cock pulsating. He looked at me and at my cock,
tenting inside my track bottoms. I got off the bed and stood just beside
him. As I removed my shirt and carefully took off my track bottoms Pete
could hardy contain himself. When his eyes met my cock for the first time I
heard him murmur, almost in disbelief: 'It's fucking bigger than the guy's
on the video.'  I smiled but said nothing - all I was interested in at that
moment was Pete's cock. I knelt down, bent over him and slowly began to
lick it with my tongue.

Pete

Brian looked at me his eyes full of fucking lust. He rolled over, and with
his knees either side of me, slipped off my shirt. He paused and then
gripping the top of my track bottoms, slowly and firmly pulled them down. I
lay there, naked and quivering with excitement, my cock pulsating.  I could
hardly fucking bare it. I wanted to see the muscles on his naked body and I
wanted to see his cock. Still looking at me he got off the bed, and
standing just to the side, slowly removed his shirt. Then, just as I was
saying to myself 'Fucking hurry up Bri' he carefully removed his track
bottoms. His cock hit daylight and I gasped 'Fuck me! Its bigger than the
guy's in the video' Brian said nothing, he just bent over me. The suspense
was agony. After what seemed an age his tongue touched the tip of my cock
and as it did so I closed my eyes. I then began to experience the most
unbelievable fucking sensation I'd ever had .....................