Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2002 13:53:52 +1100
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Joy to the World - Ch 3

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Joy to the World

Chapter 3

	Iainlthr@hotmail.com


Iain slept well that night, better than he had for years in fact. At one
point he lazily woke during the early hours, to find Joy still pressed into
him, his shoulders against Iain's chest, Iain's arms around Joy's body,  as
if they hadn't moved since they'd finished the incredible session of
love-making the previous day. Contented and satisfied, the older man had
returned to his dreams, warm and snug against the firm young body sharing
his bed.

Joy didn't stir for the entire night. Despite his reassurances that he was
well, the combination of the incident in the surf with the exertion of
making love with Iain had left him completely spent, and he slept the sleep
of the just, deep and untroubled, safe in the arms of the older man.

When morning found the two, still intertwined, it smiled upon a scene of
bliss, and almost reluctantly it slowly roused them from slumber to face the
new day.

Iain was the first out of bed, gently disentangling himself from Joy and
carefully leaving the warmth of the bed to relieve himself, and get started
on breakfast. He had thrown a bathrobe over himself in deference to modesty,
and did his best to be as quiet as he could, to allow Joy as much sleep as
possible to recover from the events of the day before. And in the back of
his mind there was a niggling doubt.

"What if last night was a mistake?" he wondered silently. "Was I taking
advantage of him in his sense of obligation for saving him? Did he really
want me, or would anyone have fulfilled his needs, and I was just in the
right place at the right time?" He tried desperately to convince himself
that what had happened between them was good and right and inspired by true
feelings for each other, but still the uncertainty gnawed at him.

He heard a stirring, movement from the bedroom, and put aside his concerns
for the moment, hurrying in to see that Joy was okay.

"Good morning," Iain offered brightly as Joy sat on the edge of the bed,
rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Hi," the young man replied dazedly.

"I guessed that you'd skip your usual morning surf!" Iain grinned, and Joy
eagerly nodded his agreement, a wry smile on his face at the thought of his
last encounter with the waves. "I'm just starting coffee. Throw some clothes
on and come out to the kitchen when you're ready, okay?"

Joy looked up at Iain, a question on his face. "Do you mind if I have a
shower first?" he asked.

"Of course not! There's towels in the bathroom, take your time," Iain
answered.

Joy slowly lifted himself from the bed and made his way into the shower as
Iain returned to the kitchen and set about making some breakfast for them.
With the hot water on as strong as he could bear it, Joy stood under the
shower and let the cascading heat bring him back to life as clouds of steam
enveloped him. He felt surprisingly good, with only a slight ache where the
bump on his head was beginning to shrink as a reminder of his near-drowning.
But it wasn't his body that was in turmoil this morning. As he stood there,
he tried to analyze what had happened between himself and Iain, and how he
felt about it, and wondered how Iain was going to react now. His brain
tumbled with a hundred unanswered questions and his heart fluttered with the
range of emotions as he stood there in Iain's shower, wishing he could see
into the future.

Finally, he could stand there no longer, and shutting off the water he dried
himself and pulled on the same loose track-pants and sweater he had worn the
day before. Rubbing dry his hair, he went in search of Iain, and hopefully
some answers.

"Feeling better?" Iain greeted him again as he emerged.

"Uh, yeah, heaps. Thanks!"

"There's coffee in the pot, and cereal and milk on the table for you," Iain
announced as he moved over to the breakfast bar himself, pouring each of
them a large tumbler of juice.

"You'll spoil me!" said Joy, but smiled as he did. That was a thought that
appealed to him, being spoiled by this man.

"Nonsense! You're still not fully healed. It takes a while to get over
something like what happened to you yesterday," Iain lectured as Joy sat and
ate. "I've already rung my office to take today off as well, ..." he held up
his hand for silence as Joy started to protest. " ... it will do me the world
of good to have another day off, and since it's Friday, that gives me a nice
long weekend." He looked as if were going to add something else, but thought
better of it.

Joy simply smiled weakly and accepted the news. Secretly, he was immensely
pleased that Iain would be around for the next three days, but at the same
time he was still full of questions about last night, about the sex they had
shared, about how Iain felt. Hell, he didn't even know how he felt. Somehow,
he couldn't make the words come out. And Iain seemed to be so bright, so
talkative, almost as though he were forcing it. Iain's voice dragged him
back into the real world.

"... and we should probably get you some clothes that fit," he was saying.
"Not that I don't like the look of you in those sweats, but I'm sure you'd
feel more comfortable in your own things."

"I guess so," Joy responded quietly.

Iain watched him eating, and could see that there was something on his mind.
He knew that Joy wasn't completely following the conversation, and wondered
what was bothering the young man. The apparent reluctance to talk concerned
him, as Iain pondered yet again whether Joy might be having serious
reservations about what had happened between them, even about being here at
all. As Joy finished his cereal in silence and downed a large portion of his
juice, Iain made up his mind. Better to get things out in the open now than
to let them smoulder. He took a deep breath and sat down facing directly
opposite Joy.

"Joy," he said with a firm but quiet tone. "We need to talk ..."

The younger man looked up quickly, an expression of surprise mixed with fear
on his face.

Iain went on determinedly. "I didn't plan on us having sex yesterday
afternoon, but it happened anyway. And it was fantastic!"

Joy's eyes mirrored the questions on his mind as he stared into Iain's face.

"But I want you to know that if you have any regrets about it, then I'm
sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you into it, especially when you were
recovering from the morning."

Joy was dumbstruck for a moment, until he found his voice. "But you didn't
`push me'. It was me who pushed you, it was me who used you," he said in a
soft pleading tone.

"No," Iain responded quickly. "I knew what was happening, and I wanted it,
wanted you, badly. I should have had some more self-control."

Joy chuckled softly at that. "Are you saying I didn't want it to happen?" he
asked. "Because if that's what you think, then you are so way off target! I
needed you, and I wanted it to happen so much ..."

"Maybe you did," Iain said. "Maybe we both did. That doesn't mean it was
right." His eyes were down now, looking at the table top, unable to meet
Joy's stare. "I just feel ... I don't know, strange. I don't sleep around as
such, and I never do `one-night-stands', so I'm feeling as confused as hell
right now. And scared ..."

Joy's surprise had turned into amazement. Amazement that Iain, this strong,
mature man, who had the wealth of experience and maturity, could feel
confused or scared about what had happened. Heaven knew that was exactly
what Joy felt, but he hadn't expected Iain to feel the same.

"Is that what last night was?" Joy asked, fighting back his emotion, "Just a
one night stand?"

"God, I hope not!" said Iain quickly and sharply, before he gasped at his
own admission, and drew in his breath, looking back to Joy again.

"Joy, I'm sorry to lay something so heavy on you so soon, but I need to know
if what we did yesterday was just a quick fuck! If it was, then fine, but I
don't want it to happen again. That's not my `scene'. You're a great guy, a
really nice person, and I don't want our friendship destroyed by off-hand
sex. I just can't do that. So if that's what you want, then I'd rather know
now than find out later."

Joy's heart pounded as Iain's words sank in. A warm, pleasant glow filled
him. "No, Iain, Iain, please," he whispered in a throaty voice. "That's not
what I want. I need to know that you want me as a person, not just a fuck. I
want to be with you because of who you are, and I want you to feel the same
about me. If we have sex, then I want it to be because we care about each
other, a lot. And because we want to be together, not just because we want
some physical release." His words petered out, his mind racing as he tried
to marshal his emotions.

Both of them sat quietly now, each thinking their own thoughts. It was Iain
who broke the silence, reaching over and taking Joy's hands in his own.
"Hey, Joystick," he said with a grin, "I'm still nervous as hell, but I'd
like to try to start something here. I'm not promising anything right now,
but if you think you could like me, I'd like to have a go at building a
relationship for us."

With his eyes wide and a grin splitting his face, Joy nodded. "Yes, please,"
he said. "I've dreamed of being able to have a true relationship for a long
time. Until I met you, I've never had a partner that I thought I would or
could start one with. I don't know how I feel about a lot of things, but I
do know I'd like to try it now - and with you!"

Iain smiled, relief and happiness on his face. "Just remember," he said,
serious again. "If you change your mind, or if anything bothers you, tell
me, okay? Let's do this honestly and not keep anything from each other. Or
we'll just lose whatever chance we might have."

Joy nodded again, then a silly grin crossed his face. "Does this mean we're
going steady?" he asked.

Iain laughed loudly. "I guess so! Now, we still need to go to your place and
get you some clothes. Hurry up and finish your coffee or the morning will be
gone."

"Bloody hell!" Joy swore with a chuckle. "One minute as my boyfriend, and
already you're the bossy one!"

"That's right, and if you don't move that fabulous arse of yours, I might be
forced to bend it over my knee and spank it," Iain laughed.

"I'd like to see you try!" Joy hissed back as he jumped out of Iain's reach.
Privately, he grinned to himself and wondered what it would be like to be
bent over Iain's knee! `Something for the future,' he told himself and
smiled again.

   ************

Together they drove to Joy's flat, where Joy nervously welcomed Iain into
his home, and quickly collected some clothing and underwear, shoes and his
toothbrush. Iain tried to make him feel comfortable, joking with him about
needing less clothes and making sure he was packing enough to stay the
weekend, but within both of them was a sense of excitement at the start of a
new relationship, mixed with uncertainty about the future, and questions
over the differences between them which could not be allayed by a simple
conversation over breakfast. Only time, and thought, and more talk, would
help solve those problems, if they could in fact be solved.

Back at Iain's home again, they quickly put Joy's things away. Iain looked
at his young man with new eyes -- the eyes of longing and a growing
attraction for the personality beneath that gorgeous exterior.

"You look tired," he said softly.

"Yeah," Joy conceded, despite his desire to deny it. Maybe the last 36 hours
really were catching up with him.

"Why don't you have a nap?" Iain suggested. "I'll go and get some groceries,
only be an hour or so. Lie down and try to rest, and I'll be back before you
know it!"

"Okay," Joy agreed, feeling drained. Iain led him into the bedroom, and
pulled back the sheets as Joy stripped. Despite himself, Iain could not
resist casting an appreciative glance over the lithe body of his mate, and
fighting the urge in his groin as he did.

"I won't be long, I promise!" Iain said again, as he bent to Joy, and kissed
him gently.

Joy returned the kiss, his mind wanting more, but his body refusing to go
along. He smiled warmly. "Thanks again, Iain," and lay down, closing his
eyes.

Iain let himself out of the house and drove to the supermarket, a huge grin
on his face the entire trip.

   ****************

As Iain left the house, Joy settled into the comfy bed and closed his eyes.
Sleep came quickly, but it was a restless, disturbed sleep. Although his
body rested, his mind returned to the morning of the day before, and he felt
himself once again falling into the water and being grabbed up and carried
away by the fantastic sea-monster with gills and scales, an unthinkably long
cock, and Iain's face. Strangely, in his dream Joy felt safe in the arms of
the `monster'. He wasn't afraid or concerned, and ached to once again feel
the penetration of that snake-like prick into his body. But this time it
wasn't to be. Instead of having the dream-Iain make love to him, Joy was
left alone on the beach, outside the cave where they had come to before,
while his scaly friend went off searching for other monsters, more like
himself.

Joy tossed and turned, calling out in his sleep as his mind played its
tricks, and then he was in another dream. In this one he was older, and Iain
was with him, but not the Iain he knew. This Iain was wizened and bent,
white haired and frail. The old Iain looked up to him with a longing plea,
but as Joy held out his hand Iain collapsed, shrivelling away to nothing.
Joy stood and stared at the place where Iain had fallen, a sense of
horrifying loss and complete emptiness filling his very soul.

   ***

With a sharp twist, Joy opened his eyes, to find that the twin nightmares
had gone, that he was still lying safe and comfortable in Iain's bed, in
Iain's home. He looked around himself, and sank back into the bed, pulling
the cool linen up around himself and re-living the wonders of the sex he had
shared with his man the previous afternoon. But try as he might, he could
not find sleep again. Joy tossed and turned for some time, until he came to
realise that he was simply not going to go back to sleep for the moment. He
reluctantly climbed from the bed and wandered into the kitchen, finding a
glass and pouring himself some juice as he slowly looked around the room,
wondering just where this new `relationship' would take him.

Feeling lost still, and a little lonely, Joy returned to the bedroom. Lying
on the end of the bed were the track pants and sweater he had worn yesterday
and this morning. Simply for want of something to do, he began to fold the
bulky clothes, intending to dress in his own things. He looked around for
somewhere to put them, but there was no obvious spot for the items, so he
pulled open the top drawer in a chest of drawers against one wall.

"Not here!" he said to himself as he found an array of Iain's socks and
underwear. He reasoned that the large warm clothes would belong in a less
accessible spot, and he bent down to pull open the lowest drawer, expecting
to find a space for the pants and top. Instead, what Joy found made him
crease his forehead with confusion, before he began to look more closely
with a growing curiosity and fascination. Something told him that he should
stop, that he was invading Iain's privacy, but his eyes, and his hands, were
drawn to the contents of this lowest drawer.

Carefully laid out, neatly folded, in the space where Joy stared, was a
collection of items such as he had seen before only in some of the porn
movies he'd watched, or on the streets during Mardi Gras. Joy knelt on the
floor and looked at his discovery. Cautiously lifting some of the pieces
from their rest, he found jock-straps and gauntlets, arm-bands and
wristlets, collars and caps and hoods, all in black leather, gleaming and
polished, with an occasional sparkle of silver metal studs here and there.
As he disturbed the cache, an aroma drifted up to his nostrils -- the earthy,
powerful scent of tanned hide. His eyes widened, his heart began to beat
faster, and his cock lengthened as a sense of arousal swept over him.

So Iain was into some kinky leather! Was that so bad? Joy thought about the
strange gear, tried to imagine Iain wearing it, and the idea was not at all
disturbing. The more he pictured it, the more he became excited by it. It
was somehow forbidden and dark, but erotic and thrilling all at once. He ran
his fingers over the dark material, feeling the firm yet soft texture. Some
of the items were smooth, some gleaming and polished, some rough and pitted.
As he started to explore the treasure trove of blackness, Joy suddenly found
his dream about the sea monster brought to life before his very eyes. With a
gasp he lifted out a posing strap kind of thong, still of black leather, but
shiny. The leather itself was not smooth, but embedded with a pattern -- like
scales! It appeared to be lizard skin, but thick and strong. Beneath the cup
of hide, obviously designed to hold a cock and balls, were a pair of gloves
also of the same leather, with the same lizard skin like pattern to them.
They were long and thin, supple enough to allow the wearer to feel whatever
he touched, while they would make his hands and forearms appear to be
positively reptilian.

Joy sat up from his crouch, lifting the jockstrap and gloves with him. With
wide eyed fascination, he sat on the bed, running his hands over the scaly
but supple leather, feeling the texture of the hide. Here was his `sea
monster' -- come to life! Or at least, hidden away in Iain's bedroom! In his
mind, he pictured once again the Iain of his fantasy, strong and covered in
scales, breathing through gills and wielding a huge, snake-like cock, saving
his life and making passionate love to him in a secret cave behind a sandy
beach. His prick sprang to rigid attention and his breathing became shallow
and fast as his mind raced with the confusion of dream and reality, fused
into one in this unexpected find.

As if he were in a dream, Joy found himself lying back onto the bed, rubbing
the textured leather of the gloves over his own body, he dare not put them
on, but he happily felt the skin like feel of them touching him, touching
his stomach, his arms, his chest. He held the jocks to his face, rubbing the
lizard skin pattern across his cheeks and over his lips as he breathed
deeply of the scent they contained. He was so hard it almost hurt and
without thinking he lowered the gloves to his cock, pressing his swollen
penis between the folds of the supple leather and feeling the indented hide
massage his throbbing, sensitive prong. In his mind, Joy saw Iain, the Iain
of the sea, holding him and massaging him, stimulating him and making love
to him, and within seconds his balls boiled over and his body spasmed as a
geyser of cum erupted from him, drenching his stomach and legs and coating
the dark leather clothing.

Joy gasped at the sudden and unexpectedly quick orgasm, and lay back onto
the bed again, leaving the gloves and jock to lie against his skin,
revelling in the feel of them. He closed his eyes, and this time fell into a
deep sleep, populated by more dreams of a powerful reptile creature with
Iain's features, who held him and protected him, and promised to love him.

  *****

When Iain got home again, laden with groceries and things he guessed his new
`house-guest' may want or need, he tried to let himself in quietly so as not
to disturb Joy if he was still sleeping. Placing his purchases carefully on
the kitchen bench, he crept through the living room, toward the bedroom
where he could see the door slightly ajar. A smile was on his face as he saw
through the crack Joy's head and shoulders lying cross-ways on the bed.

`I think he's had enough sleep,' Iain thought to himself as he pushed the
door wide, intending to rouse his friend. Instead, his jaw dropped and his
mind whirled with confusion. Joy was lying there, asleep, with Iain's
leather drawer wide open, and a pair of gloves and a jock strewn over the
muscular young body, the tell-tale slime of cum still visible on the dark
hide.

"Joy?" Iain called, and then repeated himself, louder. "Joy?"

The younger man roused himself, still a little foggy from his sleep, then
suddenly sat upright when he saw Iain at the door, and looked down to find
the gloves and thong still wet and slicked against his skin.

"Oh, shit!" Joy declared. "Iain, I'm ... uh ... sorry. I just ...". Words failed
him as he looked for some indication of Iain's reaction on the other man's
face. When nothing more was said, Joy looked again to the man he already
thought of as his boyfriend. "Iain ...?"

Iain stood there for a moment, a number of conflicting emotions running
through him. He didn't know whether to be upset with Joy, or concerned for
him, or what to feel. In a soft whisper, as he tried to gather his thoughts,
Iain said simply, "Joy, why don't you clean yourself up and come on out
here. We need to talk."

Joy looked miserably at the back of the door as Iain exited the room. What
had he done? Had he destroyed any chance of a relationship? He shouldn't
have gone prying into Iain's things! He slowly, reluctantly, dressed in a
pair of shorts and a t-shirt, leaving the offending items on the bed, and
made his way into the living room.

Iain was sitting and waiting for Joy, his mind a mess of confusion. He was
angry at Joy for going through his things, and frightened that Joy may have
been put off by discovering his love of leather so early in their
relationship. He was worried that Joy would have any lingering suspicions
about Iain being just a `dirty old man' confirmed. He looked up with
questioning eyes as Joy entered the room, and once again sighed with delight
at the vision of the beautiful young man. But now he knew something more of
the surfer, he saw beyond the physical beauty to the yearning and caring
soul within. He wanted this to work! He wanted to be a part of Joy's life,
and to have Joy a part of his. He knew then that the next few minutes would
be very important in getting them through any life they might have together.

Joy spoke first, a rushing, breathy apology. "Iain, I'm sorry, I shouldn't
have gone through your stuff, but I didn't mean to, I was trying to put
things away and I just found them, and I ..." he stopped, Iain's hand held up
to him, motioning him to silence.

"Joy, it's okay. I guess I should apologise for being so short with you. I
don't mind that you found the leathers. I just would have preferred to show
them to you myself, and I guess it was a surprise to find that you had gone
through the drawers. But that's okay! I told you, I want us to have no
secrets, to share everything. I would have told you about how much I like
leather, just hadn't had a chance -- it's been a very full couple of days!"

Joy smiled at that. "It sure has!" he enthused.

"I want you to feel that you can go anywhere, look at anything, here. If
we're going to build a real relationship, then you have to be able to see
and know everything about me." Iain grinned, sitting forward and taking
Joy's hands in his own. "Besides, I suppose it saves me the problem of how
to tell you that I'm `into' leather! And it makes it much easier, makes me
feel so much better, that you are too!"

"But I'm not `into' leather ...?" Joy replied, a quizzical look on his face.

"You could have fooled me!" Iain said, with a laugh, which deepened at Joy's
growing blush as he realised what Iain was alluding to.

"Umm, well, I know it looks like that," Joy said slowly. "And I did get very
turned on by the jocks and the gloves, but ..." at that his voice failed and
his blush grew even brighter.

"It's okay, Joy," Iain said reassuringly. "I'm glad that the leather made
you excited. It's something that makes me really horny, and I was hoping you
would feel the same way. I have much more than what you found in that drawer
-- chaps and boots and harnesses, and I'd love to share it with you. We can
get right into the role playing scene, the games of `master and slave', the
whole bit ..." his enthusiasm was clear in his voice, yet Joy looked up
quickly, a sense of fear in his stomach. His look halted Iain's words as the
older man now became confused, and looked at Joy in puzzlement.

"No, Iain, no!" Joy said quickly. "I don't want to be your slave! I don't
want to be your toy, your `property'. I was hoping we would be able to have
a proper relationship, a partnership. I wanted us to be equals, to share
things, not for me to be your `boy'!"

Iain's enthusiasm died with his smile, and instead he stared into Joy's
eyes, his face full of concern. "But that's what I want too! Who says you
would be my boy? I might be your `boy' -- if that's how we felt at the time.
I'm talking about sex games, role playing, not serious lifestyles. I get
turned on by that, but it doesn't control my life. I would want us to also
share intimate, tender lovemaking, and to be together, partners, in
everything. And when the urge takes us, we can get into the leather, and if
you want to be top to my bottom, then I'd love that! Or if you want me to
dominate you -- as part of a game -- then I'd be more than happy to do that!"
He looked at Joy, begging him to understand.

"Joy, I thought that because you had obviously gotten off on my leather
gear, that you felt the same way I did ..."

The younger man looked again at Iain. "But I told you, I'm not into leather,
I never have been. I've never even tried it."

"Then what's with masturbating over my thong and gloves?"

Joy looked even more confused, and uncertain. "When I found them they
reminded me of something ..." he tried to explain.

"Reminded you of what?"

"Of yesterday morning, when I nearly drowned, and you rescued me."

Iain looked at him strangely. "How did nearly getting drowned turn you on so
much that you jerked off over my leather jocks?" he asked seriously.

Joy took another deep breath. "It was the leather -- that particular leather
-- that did it. The lizard skin design made me think of sea monsters ..."

"What are you talking about?" Iain asked again, quickly getting so lost that
he wondered where this whole conversation was going.

"I'd better start at the beginning," Joy said quietly. He sat Iain back, and
explained the whole story -- his `dream/fantasy' about how Iain had rescued
him, only to find that Iain was a `sea monster' with scales and gills, who
had taken him to a secret cave and made love to him, then carried him back
through the ocean, breathing for him, until he was rescued. When he
finished, Iain began to laugh. A deep soft laugh, but one which Joy finally
realised was not putting him down. When Joy thought about it, he too could
see the funny side to the story, and he joined in the laughter with Iain.

"Well!" said Iain, when he calmed down again. "I wish I did have gills, and
scales, and a metre long cock that wriggled like a snake! But I'm afraid
that what you see is what you get!"

"What I see looks pretty good to me!" Joy responded, grinning widely. "And
besides -- you do have that lizard skin thong and gloves!"

"And if you looked further, you might have found a lizard skin patterned
hood, and a vest in the wardrobe as well!" Iain added.

"Hmmm ..." Joy murmured, an evil look in his eyes.

"Oh yeah?" questioned Iain, his eyebrows arching at the look on Joy's face.

"Well, it seems to me," Joy began, his voice low now and full of lusty
promise, "that if my fantasy involves you in a reptilian skin, and your
fantasy involves black leather, and if you have some black leather which
looks and feels like lizard skin, then we should be able to combine our
fantasies and ..." his voice trailed down into silence as he smiled and ran
his tongue across his lips, his face staring directly into Iain's.

Iain matched his grin, a look of almost pure lust in his eyes.

   ***********

Iain made some excuses about needing to pick up one or two things he had
forgotten when shopping, and suggested that Joy relax again while he was
out.

"But that's all I've done!" he protested.

"I know, but still, you've had a fairly traumatic experience. The more time
you allow to recover the better. I'll be back in half an hour, and then
we'll have some fun!" Iain said with a twinkling eye.

The time passed slowly as Joy tired his best to lie still on the lounge and
do as he had been told, but the thought of Iain's parting words - 'and then
we'll have some fun' - kept making him horny and hopeful, and all he could
do was fidget as he waited. Finally, Iain was home again with a couple of
small bags.

"Hey handsome," Joy greeted him. "I'm about as recovered as I'm gonna get,
and if we don't get together soon, I'm going to be suffering from a
different kind of depression!"

Iain laughed, and tousled Joy's hair with his free hand.

"Give me a minute or two to get ready, and then come on into my cave!" he
said wickedly, as Joy's eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and
anticipation.

Joy waited patiently as Iain had asked, but that didn't prevent him from
becoming so excited with the anticipation. He quickly stripped naked, and
sat in the living room as he heard the soft noises of Iain's preparations.
By the time he finally heard Iain's voice calling for him to come into the
bedroom, Joy's cock was so hard it ached. His entire body was tingling with
the unformed thoughts of hot sex with his 'sea monster', and the opportunity
of making love once again with Iain.

When he pushed open the door to Iain's room, Joy smiled with delighted
surprise. In a few short minutes, Iain had transformed both himself and the
room. It was dark now, the curtains drawn tightly and the bed itself covered
in a large black leather sheet. Scattered around the room were soft candles,
flickering gently and bathing the chamber in a welcoming glow. And standing
in the centre of the room, beckoning him in, was his 'monster' - not a
scary, hissing creature, but a tall, strong being clad in the lizard skin
patterned dark hide he had found previously. Iain stood there, arms crossed
beneath his chest, his hands and wrists and forearms encased in the black
skin, a vest of the same material fitting closely around his torso and over
his shoulders, but falling open enough to reveal the glistening gold of the
nipple rings through each aroused and erect brown nub. His ample, bulging
groin was a protruding triangle of lizard skin, dark but shining in the soft
light and outlining the thick tube of manmeat it held in check for the
moment. And the head of this beast was smooth, round and gleaming - a
half-hood of the same lizard-like leather covered Iain's face down as far as
his nose, his mouth and chin free, his ears covered and his eyes peering
from slits in the hide.

Joy's heart raced as he stared long and wide-eyed at the vision before him.
His still erect member now throbbed and jerked in aroused need as he slowly
made his way into the room and pushed the door closed behind him.

"Come to me!" ordered a voice. It was nothing more than a quiet hiss, but
the command was deep and strong, and it made Joy's whole body tremble with
anticipation. Iain unfolded his arms and reached out as Joy stepped up to
him, and the dark, hide covered fingers met Joy's own, the touch of the soft
leather reassuring, and the texture of the material exciting. Their eyes met
and locked, Iain's deep green surrounded by black, Joy's azure blue in white
skin, and they stared at each other, unspoken acknowledgement of mutual need
passing between them. Iain drew the younger man to himself, and his gloved
arms slid around the boy's waist as Joy's hands went over Iain's shoulders,
making contact with the leathery skin of the vest. Slowly but irresistibly,
their faces came together. Their lips brushed softly, then met again in a
crushing, urgent kiss as they ground against each other, tongues exploring
lips, mouths melding and teeth exposed in anxious desire.

Iain tasted the sweetness of Joy's tongue as Joy breathed in the aroma of
the leather hood encasing Iain's head. Iain's hands slowly, sensuously
followed the contours of Joy's lithe body, tracing the lines of muscle down
from the younger man's shoulders to the tips of his fingers and back again,
then exploring the line of his backbone from his neck to the rounded orbs of
his arse cheeks and back up again, eliciting shivering sighs of delight from
his partner.

Joy allowed his hands to wander from Iain's shoulders down and around the
broad expanse of his back before squeezing at Iain's butt, then lifting
again until the supple but firm texture of the dark lizardskin hood was
beneath his palms. With his hands on Iain's head, Joy felt the scaly
reptilian pattern of the hide beneath his fingers and moaned softly with the
pleasure of re-living his fantasy. The 'scales' he felt were not cold or
wet, but warm and dark, shining in the candlelight when he opened his eyes
again to look at them, and the man within them, Iain, was hard and strong,
powerful and protective. And still the two remained joined at the mouth in a
kiss which seemed as if it would go on forever.

When eventually they did separate, it was with a sense of
near-disappointment, but one which soon vanished. The two men stared into
each other's eyes, and smiled as their arms intertwined and their bodies
rubbed and ground against each other. Joy particularly was so turned on by
the pressure of Iain against himself, the soft but definite leather of the
items Iain wore caressing the younger man's skin, the texture of the hide
imprinted on his flesh and the lizard skin pattern of the vest and gloves,
hood and pouch feeling so wonderful beneath his fingertips.

Joy felt as if he could melt at that point, and as if reading his mind, Iain
stepped forward again, taking the younger man in his arms and holding him
tightly, the leathery fingers of Iain's gloves pressing into the skin of
Joy's back as the textured hide of the vest pressed into Joy's chest. Joy
now saw Iain's eyes peering out from the black scales of the hood, and felt
the lizard like skin encasing Iain's bulging groin grinding against his own
throbbing, leaking member. Iain sank to the floor, lowering himself to his
knees, so that Joy's rigid cock was directly in line with his mouth, and his
tongue licked out from the casing of black leather to lightly feather its
way over the purplish head of Joy's prong, licking gently at the sticky
sweet slime that oozed from the younger man's slit.

As Joy looked down, all he could see was the dark rounded hide that was
Iain's head, and the snake-like tongue which caressed his knob. He moaned
with the sensations washing through him, and his hands fell to the hood, the
texture of the scale-like leather imprinting itself on his palms, and
burning into his mind as he remembered vividly the dream of his sea monster
making love to him. A gasp escaped him as Iain's soft, warm tongue slid
slowly along the throbbing length of his cock, slithering down his shaft as
it followed the line of his love muscle, so hard it ached. Then his balls,
already rolling in their fleshy sack with the aroused excitement he felt,
were engulfed in moist heat as Iain took first one and then the other into
his mouth, suckling at them and massaging Joy's testicles with his lips. As
Iain opened wider and swallowed both of Joy's orbs at once, the standing boy
felt his knees weaken as waves of delight rolled over him.

The warm wetness enveloping his nuts suddenly disappeared, replaced by cool
fresh air, as Iain turned his attention once more to the shaft of Joy's
rigid penis, retracing his earlier path, licking and nibbling at the taut
skin along Joy's steely pole. When Iain reached the oozing cockhead, his
tongue feathered out and drank of the beginnings of Joy's essence again, and
then his firm but talented lips closed over the swollen glans and gradually
suckled the inflamed mushroom cap into Iain's welcoming mouth, bathing it in
sublime sensations. As Joy moaned with delight, Iain ever so slowly lowered
his mouth on the pole of flesh before him, coating it with his own saliva
and drowning it in impassioned ecstasy. With his teeth drawn back and his
tongue working its magic, Iain swallowed Joy's manhood inch by inch,
massaging the thick stem with his lips as he caressed its shaft with his
tongue, closing his throat around his lover and taking the full length of
him into that waiting gullet.

As Iain's nose sank into Joy's pubic bush, and he felt the younger man's
nuts come to rest on his chin, he held himself steady, resisting the urge to
gag, and constricted his throat muscles, sending waves of pleasure through
the other man, whose cock was now captured in Iain's mouth. And then he
began to slide back up again, almost to the tip, before once more descending
along Joy's living rod. With the arousal building in each of them, Iain
increased his tempo as he bobbed up and down on Joy's prick, while his
leather gloved fingers played with Joy's balls, rolling them around in their
fleshy sac, caressing them lovingly and stimulating their owner with ever
new and more delightful sensations.

Joy's hands fell to the surprisingly warm, skin-like hood covering Iain's
head, his fingers exploring the scaley texture as he held firmly to the face
which now manipulated his very manhood. He felt the reptilian hands of his
fantasy man on his arse as Iain gripped at the rounded orbs of Joy's butt
and pulled it into him even further. In full strength now, Iain sucked and
slurped with vigorous enthusiasm at Joy's prong, and Joy humped in and out
of his man's face with gusto, fucking Iain's throat to a chorus of moans and
wet slapping noises. His ardour increased, his arousal began to peak and his
tool became even harder than he had thought possible.

Iain sensed that his partner was nearing his peak, and with a slowing and
then finally a reluctant withdrawal, he relinquished his attachment to Joy's
cock and sat back on his haunches, a long thread of spittle still connecting
his lips to Joy's slit, until it eventually bowed and fell. With one final
lunge forward, Iain licked again at the glistening cockhead, tasting Joy's
pre-cum, before standing again to wrap his arms around his man, and pull
them tightly together.

"Oh, fuck!" hissed Joy.

"I intend to!" whispered Iain into his ear in a voice deep with lust. "I've
got you in my cave now, and I'm going to own your body with mine!" he
hissed.

Joy's cock throbbed again as he gasped with delight at the living out of his
fantasy. Slowly, gently, Iain took the younger man in his arms and turned
him around before laying him onto the platform that had once been Iain's
bed, but was now a beckoning expanse of soft black leather, gleaming in the
candlelight. As the supple hide molded itself to his skin, Joy breathed in
the sweet aroma of tanned leather, mixed with the heady scent of masculine
sexuality. His entire body tingled as Iain's hands once more began to
explore his flesh, and Iain's darkened, reptilian form hovered above him,
incredibly erotic in appearance and anticipation. He felt again the feathery
warmth of Iain's tongue, but this time on his neck and shoulders, before the
amazingly talented mouth began to trace its way down across Joy's chest,
pausing to play with his erect nipples, nibbling and biting at them and
eliciting groans of happiness from the lithe blond boy they were attached
to.

Iain's mouth left the aroused brown nubs of Joy's chest, and travelled
further, licking at the ridges of his abdomen before sinking to his groin,
once more licking gently along the inflamed shaft of his love muscle. But
there was to be no lingering this time. Joy's balls were laved by the warm
wetness of Iain's lips, and then his legs were gently but firmly lifted up
and back as Iain's tongue continued its journey, finding and tantalising the
incredibly sensitive skin of Joy's perinaeum, the soft delicate flesh
covering a thousand nerve endings between Joy's testicles and his anus.
Involuntary shudders rocked the young man's body as Iain licked and tongued
that amazingly erotic region for what seemed like an eternity. Just as Joy
felt he could never know anything more arousing, Iain again shifted focus
and now began to insinuate his talented mouth into Joy's arse, following the
deep cleft between the firm mounds and blowing warm air into the musky
valley which led to his love hole.

Shockwaves like electricity, but so incredibly enjoyable, snaked through
Joy's body as he felt the solid probing touches of Iain's tongue at his
rear. Like the snaking, twirling cock of his dreams, Iain's mouth explored
his nether regions, opening him gently and imparting an indescribable sense
of pleasure to his arse, a twinge of delight which travelled up and through
his entire body. He felt his sphincter relax, felt his resistance waver and
then disappear altogether as Iain breached his defences, and probed into his
body with that marvellous, slippery tongue.

As Joy lay there, moaning and panting with aroused excitement, Iain lifted
his face away from the young man's rear and looked down, drinking in the
lean, tight body in its flower of youth, open and inviting him to take it.
His cock throbbed and jerked within its confining leather codpiece, and he
ached with the anticipation of having what Joy offered. Quickly, he
unsnapped the leather restraint, freeing his cock which bounced out and up,
droplets of pre-cum flying from his knob and spattering on Joy, the bed and
the floor. With a huge grin on his face, he held up the final item he had
purchased before they started their love-making - a black condom, the latex
patterned to look like snake skin. Quickly Iain rolled the prophylactic over
himself, and Joy's face lit up as his man became even more the reptile
'monster' of his dreams. The older man smeared a generous portion of
lubricant over his sheathed prick, making it appear to sparkle, or to shine
with reptilian slipperiness. Another gob of the slimy gel was applied to
Joy's arse as Iain carefully warmed and then worked the gooey liquid into
Joy's body, using first one and then two fingers to open his entrance and
prepare him for the coming assault.

With the yelps of delighted arousal from Joy ringing in his ears, Iain edged
forward, positioning his long, thick and rock-hard cock against the soft
pink skin of Joy's hole, nudging gently at that waiting target, and allowing
the young man to feel the firmness of the prick begging entry to his body.
As Joy's eyes urged him on, Iain slowly pressed forwards, feeling the layers
of muscle in Joy's sphincter slowly relax as his rounded knob nudged against
the puckering bud. Slowly that soft, moist rose opened to him, and Iain felt
the walls of resistance fall away as the mushroom head of Iain's member
glided into the waiting chute and Joy's arse closed once more, tightly
around that prong, gripping at it and holding it in place as Iain stopped
and waited for the younger man to adjust to his penetration.

With a soundless 'Oohh!" Joy grinned with delight as he felt Iain enter him,
and as the pain of the initial assault quickly retreated, he nodded up at
his black headed dream man, affirming his need for more.

Iain needed no other encouragement. His body was aflame with desire by now,
and he renewed his motion, sliding centimetre by centimetre by erotic,
aroused centimetre into the warm wet cavern of Joy's body. The heated
slippery channel of the other man's bowel slowly enveloped Iain's raging
erection, giving way before the inflamed head and closing in unbelievable
pleasure around the veiny, steel shaft of Iain's weapon. Iain neither slowed
nor sped up, but continued in a long, drawn out dive, letting his manhood
sink slowly into Joy in a single, uninterrupted movement which sent shivers
of impassioned need through both of them. It was only when his pelvis came
to rest hard against Joy's upturned butt, his nuts sandwiched between his
own legs and Joy's arse crack, and his pole buried to the hilt within his
lover's gut, that Iain finally stopped, and remembered to breathe, drawing
in a huge lungful of air as he ceased his attack and waited, while both of
them adjusted to the incredible sensation of their coupling.

"Fucking hell!" Iain hissed. "You're so hot!"

Joy simply moaned a long satisfied "mmmm" as he clenched his arse around the
hot poker piercing him and smiled with the pleasure filling his gut.

Almost by instinct, Iain began to move again, rocking back and forth, his
prick sliding in and out of Joy's body a little at a time, the friction
generating more than just heat within each of the men as they remained
joined, bodies twitching and waves of erotic pleasure washing through them,
transferred from one to the other as though Iain's cock and Joy's arse were
a circuit that connected them mentally as well as physically. With every
movement Iain felt his cock grow even harder. He told himself that was
impossible, but still he swore his prick was so engorged, so tight and so
hard that it was aching, but the ache was one of pleasure, a pleasure
magnified a thousand times by the fact that it was lost within the beautiful
innards of the stunning young man with whom he was united as one.

Pausing for a moment, Iain pushed himself once more as deeply into Joy as he
could, holding himself steady against the young man's cheeks, then he began
to rotate his pelvis, grinding up and down, and side to side, without
letting the slightest part of his cockshaft slip from the gripping muscle of
Joy's hole. The effect was intense and amazing. With that motion, Iain's
cock was now probing around, pushing from one side to the other, and up and
down, within Joy's bowel. The full length of that powerful prong was still
sunk within the wet innards of the younger man, but now it massaged Joy's
gut, sought out his very core and nudged at every part of his love chute.
Joy gasped a breathy 'Yessss!" and his body writhed with the sensations,
which simply increased the absolute ecstasy each of them was experiencing.

Eventually, Iain slowed in his probing enjoyment of Joy's gut, and started
once again to slide in and out, now pulling further and further back before
each renewed insertion, until he was thrusting into the young body in long
powerful strokes, his cock withdrawn from its wonderful, warm place in Joy's
arse until only the head remained between Joy's sphincter muscles, and then
plunged back again with deep driving force until Iain's balls mashed against
Joy's cheeks. Joy trembled with each new stroke, gasping and moaning with
pleasure as Iain filled him again and again. His hands lifted to grip at the
leathery black lizard skin enclosing Iain's head, feeling the texture of the
hood and imagining it to be Iain's own heated, scaly skin. As the
penetration of his body continued and the heat within him increased, his
hands slid down to Iain's wide shoulders, and then his fingers found the
same dark hide and rough pattern of the vest, making it seem as if Iain's
back also consisted of this fantasy-like skin. While Joy's palms ran over
the leather of Iain's back, Iain leaned further into his mate, and instead
of the warm reptilian leather, it was the intense, searing touch of heated,
sweaty flesh against flesh that both now felt. Iain's arms were around Joy's
shoulders, and his chest pressed into Joy's stomach. The smooth, golden skin
of the young surfer met with the down-covered, lighter shade of Iain's
pumped pectorals, and sparks of electricity seemed to fly between them as
the different tones melted into one, the two trembling men becoming a single
being, the epitome of masculine sexuality brought to life.

If their passion had been inflamed before, now it exploded. Iain humped
himself harder and deeper, faster and stronger into the squelching,
accommodating warmth of Joy's bowel, and Joy clenched and groaned, writhed
and clung to his lover with all his strength, every nerve screaming out with
Joy's joy at being fucked hard and deep and fast by the handsome, desirable
creature who was partly the Iain he knew, and partly his fantasy come to
life.

Iain knew he could not sustain this assault much longer without losing
control, and he didn't want this to end yet. Hell, he didn't want it to end
at all! But he had to do something to slow their coupling a little, in order
to prolong the enjoyment. Lifting his quivering body away from Joy's shaking
torso, he sat back a little, his cock still sunk within the flexing chute of
his lover. Joy opened his eyes and looked to Iain with a searching, needy
stare, and Iain smiled in reassurance. He slid his leather gloved arms
behind Joy's back and began to lift the young man from the bed, trying to
pull him even further onto the rampant, swollen tube of flesh that Iain had
buried within his body. But his strength, after the exertion of their union,
deserted him, and Joy's body slipped back onto the leather sheet, while
Iain's cock was wrenched from him with a slurping 'plop'. In unison, the two
men both hissed, "unnnhhhh!", and Joy looked at Iain with pleading eyes.

"Put it back in! Don't stop! Fuck me!" he begged.

Iain nodded in gasping agreement, and an idea came to him. He lifted Joy's
legs again, and as he did so he stood on the bed. Bending at the knees, Iain
now crouched over his lover, and pushed Joy's legs forward, further and
further, until the young man was now rolled into a ball, his weight
supported by his head, shoulders and upper back, his knees almost on the bed
beside his head. As Iain still remained on his feet, in a semi-standing
position, the uppermost part of Joy's body was his butt, his now empty and
still flexing hole pointing skywards, right at Iain. Iain moved so that his
legs were behind and beside Joy, and bent down again, guiding his ready,
throbbing arrow of sexuality toward Joy's beckoning target. He positioned
himself again, and pressed the swollen cockhead against the other man's
puckering hole, then began to lower himself. In this position, Joy was
already spread and open, and with no resistance, Iain once more inserted
himself into Joy's chute. By bending his knees, Iain dropped his entire body
down onto Joy's butt, and his long thick cock once again sank into the soft
warm hole.

Now they were joined again, and Iain found that he could lift and drop
himself, ramming his tool deep into Joy like a pile driver, pressing his
partner into the bed and filling him completely. He pounded now, plunging
again and again into that wonderful, suctioning body, slamming himself deep
and hard into total bliss as he humped with abandon at the compliant,
welcoming body of the gorgeous man below him.

Being young and lithe, Joy had no difficulty in this new position. In fact,
it excited him even more, being fucked in such a way, a whole new experience
full of incredible sensations. He felt the crashing pole of Iain's manhood
thundering into him, and clenched at it, ecstatic pleasure washing through
him with every thrust. His body was alive, tingling and shaken by the force
of Iain's fuck, and he hunched up to meet the impaling sword which speared
into his gut. Again and again, Iain's cock roared through his sphincter and
in this new position, every thrust caused Iain's cockhead to roll across
Joy's prostate, so that each powerful jab of Iain's cock sent almost
unbearable spears of total and unbridled pleasure through Joy's nervous
system. His head was swimming and his body on fire as they humped and
sweated, united again as one. It wasn't that Iain was fucking him, but that
they fucked each other, harder, faster, more powerful with each passing
second.

It was when Joy looked up once more that the final piece of his fantasy fell
into place. From the angle he was at, Iain was directly above him, Iain's
cock plunging into him and Iain's stomach, chest and head towering over him.
As he watched in aroused fascination while Iain lifted and then dropped into
him, Joy could see his lovers long thick cock exiting his body and then
diving back in again. Suddenly, he felt that the hood and vest, the gloves
and the black scale-textured condom that Iain wore, were no longer lizard
-like, but snake-like. And it was the long, powerful, snaking cock of his
imagined creature that now filled him, worming its way into his body and
sliding deep within his gut to take possession of him. He knew that Iain's
cock, long as it was, was still a normal, male organ, but in his mind the
snaking, throbbing manmeat lengthened and ploughed into him, sliding deep
into his stomach and his very soul.

With drops of sweat falling from Iain's skin onto Joy's heated flesh, the
young man ached and trembled. He was close, and he knew he could do nothing
to stave off his impending climax. His hand reached for his own cock as
Iain's gloved fingers held tightly around his thighs, and with only three or
four strokes, Joy felt his nuts contract and his body tense. A spasm rocked
him to the core as his cock exploded, a shower of cum spraying from his
member and drenching his stomach, his chest, his neck and face. Again and
again he came, his arse clamping tightly around Iain's cock with each
shuddering spurt of his manjuice. At that very moment, Iain's body
surrendered to the ecstasy of orgasm as well. As Joy writhed and twitched
beneath him, Iain, shuddered to a stop, his cock pushed so hard into Joy's
gut that he felt they were permanently joined. His balls rolled and emptied,
and his body shook as a river of jizz filled the thin black latex encasing
his prick, still lost inside Joy's glorious body.

In a daze, each of the men gave in to the overwhelming power of their
explosion, and shuddered as one through the crescendo of their sex. Slowly,
almost unconsciously, they began to drift down from the high of their orgasm
as their bodies protested against the strain they had endured, and their
minds reeled with the unbelievable pleasure they had shared. Iain
straightened up, his cock sliding slowly from Joy's hole, and Joy dropped
his legs again to lie flat on his back, with Iain straddling him still.
Reluctantly, Iain tugged at the condom, pulling it from himself and flinging
it away. As he did, Joy sat up quickly, and before Iain could do or say a
thing, Joy took his lover's flagging staff into his mouth, licking and
sucking at it, tasting Iain's salty-sweet essence and running his tongue
over the still throbbing head and into the folds of foreskin which were
creeping back up to sheath his meat again.

Satisfied beyond measure, Joy released Iain's dick, and the older man sat
heavily on the bed, their legs intertwined. Iain took Joy's head in his
hands, and pulled his lover's mouth to his own. They kissed - long and
gentle and passionately, the remnants of Iain's ejaculate washing back and
forth between them as they shared the final seconds of the most incredible
experience either had known. Iain shed the leather items he had been
wearing, and totally naked, they curled up together. Spooning into each
other and recovering.

"Thank you!" Iain whispered.

"Thank you!" Joy replied. "That was just unbelievable!"

"You better believe it!" Iain smiled, "because I intend to repeat it, again
and again."

"Oh, yeah!" said Joy with real feeling.

"I don't have to have the leather..." Iain muttered softly. "I enjoy it, but
if you're uncomfortable ..."

Joy smiled, pulled Iain to him again and kissed him. Looking deep into
Iain's eyes, he said warmly, "Iain, it was fantastic. I really did feel I
was living out my fantasy. I want to have sex like that again and again. And
I want to have sex with you gently and tenderly and romantically, without
the leather. And I want to have sex with you rough and hard and fast. I want
you to fuck me, and I want to fuck you. I want to do it standing up, and
lying down, and kneeling; in the bedroom, and the living room, and the
kitchen and the shower. I want to try some toys; in fact I think that
sometimes, the more leather the better. And other times, well, I see
Speedos, I see chocolate, I see ..."

Iain was laughing so hard he had to hold his hand up to Joy's mouth to
subdue his mate. "I get the picture, stud. And I feel the same way. I don't
care how we do it, as long as I'm doing it with you! And the more variety,
the better!"

With huge grins on both faces, they snuggled into each other again, and as
the energy and excitement of the last days caught up with them, they drifted
into sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

To be continued...


This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination.
YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe
sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always
used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good
looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or
bottom, USE A CONDOM!