Date: Thu, 27 Feb 2003 07:25:01 +1100
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Joy to the World - Ch 7

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Chapter 7

Iain and Joy were relaxing at home after learning that they were both
negative, and deciding that they wanted to enjoy the delights of pure,
unprotected sex. Iain spoke with quiet seriousness to his young lover. "I
want our first time, you know - 'natural' - to be extra special. Something
you'll always remember ..."

"I'll always remember it, no matter where or when it happens!" Joy declared.

"Me too, stud!" Iain chuckled. "But to make it really great - would you like
to wait on, resist temptation, until we can get down to the Park, to our
beach again? Live out your fantasy as much as possible? We could go first
thing tomorrow morning!"

Joy threw his arms around Iain's neck and kissed his cheeks, his chin, his
lips. "I love you so much!" he said quietly. "I was thinking along similar
lines - not about the beach, but about making the first time something
really special, that you would never forget! Come here ..." he took Iain's
hand and led him into the bedroom. Laid out on the bed were a full set of
leathers, for both of them. Chaps, harnesses, jocks and hoods, boots and
cockrings were all arranged and waiting to be worn. Iain's mouth fell open
in amazement and lusty desire.

Joy grinned at his mate. "I thought that for our first time au naturel we
could really get into your favourite fantasy, and go for the full-on
leathermen sex. I want it to be incredible for you, babe, because you are
just so incredible to me."

Iain said nothing, but the look on his face spoke volumes as he scooped Joy
into his arms and held him tightly, raining kisses onto his lover. "So now
what do we do? Who gets to have their fantasy first?" he asked with a smile.

Joy thought about it for a few minutes, and the gleam of an idea beginning
to form was obvious. Iain waited, curious as to what his handsome young stud
was going to come up with.

"We don't need to choose!" Joy stated with conviction. "We can both have our
dreams fulfilled, and have a hell of a lot of fun getting ready, as well!"

"How do you figure that?"

Joy grinned evilly, and began to explain his suggestion to his strong, older
lover. As he listened, Iain's mouth opened first in disbelief, then his brow
furrowed with doubt, before a sparkle of lusty amusement appeared in his
eye.

"You can't be serious?" he said in a tone which belied him. "Do you really
think we could get away with it?"

"Why not?" asked Joy in response. "It's dark and getting late. Besides,
they'll be safer than what we normally wear!"

"But ..." began Iain, and then stopped. He felt as though he should be
protesting more, yet Joy's suggestion had stunned him to begin with, but now
left him feeling aroused and excited. If they could get away with it, what a
turn-on it would be! "Okay," he said, uncertain but determined, feeling like
a teen-ager again. "Let's do it!"

With a shout of gleeful desire, Joy hugged his man, then turned again to the
bed. He began by snapping a leather cockring around the base of his prick
and testicles, then lifted a black leather pouch up his legs, pushing his
already thickening meat into the envelope of hide, and adjusting himself.
Iain stared for a moment, still incredulous at what they were planning, then
followed Joy's lead. He lifted a harness over his shoulders and tightened it
around his chest. The complex bundle of leather straps included two large
metal rings which sat over his nipples, held up by shoulder straps. Then  a
'V' of leather connected to another ring over his navel from which a band
ran around his waist. From that band a combination of three pieces of
leather formed a type of jock strap - two leather bands framed his butt
cheeks while another fell straight down in front, the three joining at a
silver ring which was also a cockring, and into this Iain fed his nuts and
then his dick. Onto the straps around his manhood, Iain snapped a cod-piece
which held his genitals in place, covering them in a triangle of shining
dark hide.

The harness Joy chose was a simpler affair - four wide bands of leather, all
studded with small chrome points. Two straps came over his shoulders and two
around his chest, to connect at two single metal rings, one in the centre of
his chest, the other between his shoulder blades. Each of the men then
donned almost identical chaps, zipping them up and smoothing the gripping
leather over rippling muscles, feeling the hide envelope their legs. Riding
boots followed - spit shone and gleaming, adorned with silver chains and
bright metal rings on the ankles. Iain wore his lizard-skin style gauntlets
on his wrists, covering most of his lower arms, and added the same textured
vest. Joy buckled wide black bands around each arm, above his biceps, and
shining black gloves were pulled over his hands.

To compete the stunning leather transformation, both of them wore
half-hoods, soft black leather coverings which encased the top of their head
down to the base of their skull at the back, and cut out at front to leave
chin, cheeks and mouth exposed, a flap shielding the top of the nose, and
holes for their eyes. Joy and Iain stood back and admired each other.
Glimmering, polished black leather accentuated their bodies and emphasised
the ridges of muscle in their legs. Both experienced the arousal of pure
masculinity, and two cocks pushed at the leather restraints holding them in
place. Iain inhaled, long and deep, the aroma of the tanned hide filling his
nostrils, his cock twitching. Joy's ears relayed the soft squeaking of the
leather and the gentle clink of metal, and his eyes fixed on the dark tube
of black at Iain's groin, looking more and more like the reptilian being of
his fantasy.

"Fuck you look good!" Iain declared.

Joy hissed back, "You look incredible!"

"You sure you want to go out 'in public' like this?" Iain murmured, the lust
in his voice unmistakable.

"Oh, yeah! That's part of the thrill!"

"Then let's go, stud!"

Joy quickly headed out of the back door, while Iain grabbed a backpack and
threw some supplies into it - a couple of bottles of beer, some wine and
food, and a package he had secreted a few days earlier as a special present
for Joy. There would be no time more special than tonight for this
particular 'toy'! Hurriedly then, he flicked off the light and locked the
house behind him, finding Joy waiting beside the bike, both helmets in his
hand.

"You ready?" he asked.

Iain nodded. "Yes and no, but ready as I'll ever be."

Joy licked his lips, and reached forward, wrapping his fingers around the
leathery bulge at Iain's groin. "Mmmmm," he mumbled. They both pulled on
black leather jackets, and Joy helped Iain settle the backpack in place.
"There!" he said, "With you close up behind me, and that pack covering your
bum, no one will ever realise we're bare-arsed!"

Iain looked around uncertainly. Standing here in their yard, he half
expected the neighbours to be looking over fences or something as he and his
lover exhibited themselves in full leather garb. It was nerve-wracking, yet
indescribably exciting as well. Each pulled on their helmets, covering the
leather hoods, and mounted the bike. Joy kicked the motor over, and with a
roar and a screech they shot out of their hiding place and off up the quiet
street.

Both of them were really pumped with adrenaline as they raced through the
Friday night traffic. This was so much more than just another ride on their
metal steed. Although the night was dark, there was more than enough light
from the street lamps and headlights around them for it to be plainly
visible to anyone who took the trouble to look closely that the two men on
that bike were dressed in gleaming black leather with naked butts and barely
concealing leather pouches at their groins. Joy rubbed his thighs against
the leather saddle and felt his throbbing cock respond to the throbbing of
the motor as he pushed his bare arse back into the equally hard and
throbbing tube of blackness at Iain's crotch. Iain leaned into his man, his
arms wrapping around Joy's torso as he felt the gleaming hide enveloping
both of them, the naked skin of his legs where they were not covered by the
chaps hard against Joy's also naked cheeks, Iain's own bare bum concealed
only by the flimsy material of the backpack. His cock ached as it strained
at the cushion of leather holding it, and pressed into Joy's arse crack with
a burning and barely controlled desire.

The feeling of freedom, and of excitement, was palpable. They could see the
drivers and pedestrians around them, mostly oblivious to their state of
partial undress, yet there was still the element of thrilling exhibitionism,
and the chance of being detected, which caused their pulses to race. The
anonymity of the helmets they wore made it a little easier to be so daring,
and the entire circumstances of the trip, combined with the ever-present
growl of the bike, was indescribably erotic. Both of them became instantly
aroused, and stayed that way for the entire journey.

They rocketed through the city and out along the motorway, then down through
the southern suburbs toward the National Park. It was close to midnight when
they reached the entrance, and they rumbled up to the unattended booth,
gunned the bike through a narrow gap and roared into the blackness of the
trees in an urgent race to reach their haven. The cairn of rocks marking the
turn to their beach was invaluable, as they would never have found the road
without it at night, and along the ridge, then down into the valley they
went, two lovers against the world, escaping the world to their secret
paradise.

Finally they arrived, and Joy killed the engine as he lifted the bike onto
its stand. Iain stepped off and removed his helmet, the leather hood he wore
still firmly in place. He took Joy's hand and helped his mate away from the
machine before taking the helmet from Joy's hooded head as well, and the two
of them stood there, staring at each other in the light from the head-lamp,
both excited and hard, both breathing heavily with the racing of their
hearts and the irresistible urges of their bodies. They allowed themselves a
grinding, passionate kiss before extinguishing the light and making their
way through the bushes to their cave, where Iain shrugged the pack off his
back and dropped it in a corner while Joy lit candles around the grotto,
filling it with a faint yellow light.

The flickering tapers illuminated the leather-clad men with the softest of
glows, casting large, dark shadows which moved constantly on the walls of
rock, while the polished black hide they wore gleamed with pinpricks of
reflected brightness, serving only to emphasise the darkness of their garb
and highlight the white skin it contrasted with. There, inside the cavern,
with nothing but the muffled sound of the surf outside, wispy trails of
smoke hanging in the near darkness between them, a sense of non-reality
pervaded the scene, a surreal atmosphere descended upon Iain and Joy in
their hidden lair. With a sense of wonder and awe, the two lovers stood for
a long moment simply staring at each other. Joy gazed at his man, decked out
in harness, chaps and hood, his eyes drawn to the thick tube of black
outlined at his lover's groin, straining for release from its leathery
confinement. His sight travelled upwards, following the lines of Iain's
harness, finding the golden twinkle of the nipple rings in his man's chest.
The dark hood covering Iain's head emphasised the deep green eyes within,
and the young man thought it unbelievable that he had not found leather a
seriously arousing accessory until he met his mate.

Iain was entranced by the vision  that he beheld. His Joy, his lover, the
tall, strong young man who had offered himself to Iain, stood there before
him, the fulfillment of all his erotic dreams. Joy's powerful legs were
encased in shimmering black leather, his etched torso bound by straps of the
same dark hide with tiny studs of silver everywhere. The proud face was half
obscured by the polished black hood and the bright blue eyes that had
pierced Iain's soul now pierced the darkness of the head-piece and devoured
Iain's body. And at the cross point of the 'X' formed by Joy's torso and
spread legs, an inviting and erotic bulge of gleaming blackness outlined the
length of his masculinity and the large solid orbs of his nuts below.

The two men remained motionless, only a metre apart, for what seemed an
eternity as they absorbed the vision of each other. And then the animal
instincts running through their nerves took control and they crashed into
each other in a seething mass of arms and fingers, legs and bodies, teeth
and lips as they ground themselves one against the other, rubbing and
kissing and caressing. The squeal of leather against leather, and the scent
of man-sweat mixed with the aroma of tanned hide filled the space and
heightened their arousal even more.

Iain shivered with delight as his mouth devoured Joy's lips and tongue and
he tasted his lover. His hands travelled over Joy's shoulders and traced the
lines of the harness down Joy's back, touching the heated skin of his man
and feeling the rounded firmness of Joy's cheeks where they protruded from
the black casing of the chaps. The older man pressed his hips forward
unconsciously, his restrained and cuckolded prick begging for release as it
nudged against the counterpart solidity of Joy's cock, similarly cushioned
in dark hide. Joy trembled with the building passion as his tongue probed
into Iain's mouth and his chest relayed the incredible sensation of his
lover's pierced nipples scraping against the bare skin of his pectorals. His
hands fell to Iain's butt, and then lower again, feeling the power of his
man's thighs encased in the smooth textured hide as he pulled them together
in a yearning to join, to become one.

Again they separated momentarily, but only long enough for Iain's lips to
quickly loose their hold on Joy's mouth and to move instead to the younger
man's neck, then travel slowly and sensuously down and across his chest,
stopping briefly at each of his nipples in turn before continuing the
journey along the straps of leather toward the beckoning triangle of black
between Joy's legs. When he found his target, Iain eagerly sucked and
nibbled at the heated, throbbing protuberance that was Joy's leathered cock,
gnawing at the long tube of shining blackness, and caressing the rounded
spheres of dark eggs with his tongue and lips. As he did so, his hands ran
up and down the pillars of darkness that were Joy's legs, thrilling to the
feel of hidden strength and trembling need encased in smooth leather. Joy
let out an involuntary moan as Iain attacked his groin, his hands falling to
the smooth hood covering his lover's head, and he allowed his palms to slide
across the hide, exhilarated by the texture of the soft material against his
skin.

Leaning forward and down, Joy ran his hands across Iain's shoulders and
edged his fingers along the ridges of the harness until he found the metal
rings inserted in the older man's nipples. Another surge of excitement raced
through him as he felt both the cold steel and the super-heated and almost
as hard nubs of skin through which it ran. Taking each of the tiny, erect
mounds between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled and twisted at them with
a gentle firmness before letting go and grabbing once again. Iain let up on
his fevered attack of Joy's groin only long enough to emit a gasping howl of
pleasure, before renewing his assault. When finally the older man
reluctantly relinquished his position in front of his lover, both stood
again, face to face and body to body, breathing heavily not from exertion
but from excitement and anticipation.

Slowly, as they stood there, entwined in each others' arms, Iain spun them
around until he was standing with his back to the rocky ledge they used as a
bed in this hiding place of theirs. He edged his body back onto the leather
covered mattress positioned on the rock, until he was sitting on it now, his
legs spread and wrapped around Joy's hips. He reached down and pushed the
posing strap his lover wore down and off Joy's cock, allowing the long hard
log of manmeat to spring up and out, droplets of pre-cum spraying from it as
it did. Iain looked hungrily at the pulsing rod of flesh, then lifted his
eyes to the blue pools peering out from the slits in Joy's hood, and begged
his man to take him.

"Make love to me, Joy!" he hissed, as he lay back on the shelf, lifting his
legs to grip at Joy's torso with his leathered thighs, pressing Joy's butt
forward and into him with his own booted feet. Before him and above him, the
apparition of Joy transformed towered over his needing body, a Joy more
beautiful that Iain remembered, draped in gleaming black leather, his head
partially obscured by the soft hood, his sculpted chest and upper body
criss-crossed by dark bands and silver studs, his legs enveloped in shining,
muscle-hugging hide. A leatherman master was what Joy had become in Iain's
eyes at that moment, and the older man would do anything he was asked to
please his lover.

Joy said nothing, but the yearning and the arousal was evident in his
demeanour and his eyes. He reached for the lube lying on the shelf beside
the black and quivering body of his man, and smeared some of it over his
achingly hard cock. He marvelled for a second at how different it felt, the
cool, sticky goo coating his very flesh rather than a plastic sheath, then
went on to spread some of it around Iain's butt. Gently he worked his
fingers up and down the crack of his lover's arse, tentatively finding and
touching the puckering target there. Iain moaned lowly with anticipation as
Joy worked first one and then a second finger into the clenching hole of his
man, opening Iain slowly as he prepared him for the penetration they both
wanted so badly. Slowly, he removed his fingers, and edged forward, guiding
the head of his throbbing member down until his knob rested against the
outer ring of Iain's sphincter. He swore he could feel the heat of Iain's
body, and the tiniest ridges in the muscles of the older man's ring as he
positioned his very manhood against the offered target.

Iain felt the solidity of Joy's cockhead against his hole, and moaned again
with delighted anticipation. He was so aroused his entire body trembled and
he willed himself to relax, to open himself to the coming insertion. With
his legs around Joy's waist, he encouraged his younger lover forward,
feeling the hard rod of manflesh press against him, begging entry. And then
it happened. With the slightest of movements, Iain felt Joy's prick pry open
his sphincter and force its way inside him. There was no pain, no
discomfort, nothing but an incredible sense of wondrous completeness as his
rectum closed around the glans of his lover's mushroom cap. It felt so
amazingly good, so incredibly fulfilling as the warm, silky-smooth shaft of
his man penetrated him. Iain clenched at the invading thickness for a
second, and relaxed again as Joy began to slide further into him.

He groaned with unspeakable pleasure as the young stud entered his body.
Gone was the discomfort of any latex sheath. Gone was the irritating
friction of a condom, which no amount of lube could ever completely mask.
This was pure, natural; skin on skin, body in body, and the ultimate in
erotic pleasure. Although he knew it was not physically possible, Iain was
certain he could feel every vein and ridge in Joy's prong as it slid between
the muscles of his entrance and probed further and further into his rectum.
Pure bliss followed the long tube of steel hard flesh as it insinuated
itself into his very core. Far from feeling invaded or assaulted, Iain felt
instead as if there had always been an empty space, a vacant hole, within
him which Joy's manhood had been designed specifically to fill, and fill it
it did, making the older man complete and fulfilled for the first time in
his life. He knew then that he would never be truly happy unless Joy's
throbbing rod was sunk deep within his own body.

With a grunt and a hiss of expelled air as each of them let out held breath,
Iain felt Joy's pelvis finally come to rest against his upturned butt
cheeks, the wiry bush of the young god's pubic hair strangely soft against
Iain's skin, the firm balls of his lover's testicles caressing his flesh as
they were squeezed between the two men. Joy leaned forward as he finished
his long slow drive into Iain, and in response Iain lifted his head and
chest, until they locked together in a long and passionate kiss, while Joy's
cock rested deeply inside Iain's body.

"Oh, god!" murmured Joy.

"Oh yeah!!" answered Iain.

Still leaning into each other, their hooded faces only centimetres apart,
the men began to clench and grind at each other. Joy slid his arms up and
under Iain's shoulders, and Iain tightened the scissor-lock of his leathered
legs around Joy's torso as they slowly started to settle into a gentle but
driving rhythm of thrusts and parries, Joy's long pole withdrawing from its
warm bed slightly before diving back in again, while Iain's arse gripped at
the receding prick before opening again to welcome it back with needy
exuberance. He marvelled at the feeling of the long, hard dagger spearing
into him, and wondered at how right and perfect it felt. This was no rubber
encased dong, no harsh, friction-filled invader, but a warm and living
weapon, silken smooth yet hard as tempered steel, which probed its way into
the moistness of his inner being and imparted untold pleasure to his entire
body.

Now Joy began to increase his pace ever so slightly, and Iain moaned with
contentment. As the older man felt his back rubbing against the leather
cover of the mattress, he smelt the heady aroma of tanned hide released from
the clothes he and his lover wore, and from the sheet upon which he lay. He
opened his eyes again to find the hooded half-face of Joy so close over him,
and behind that, darkness broken only by faint flickering candle-light,
swirls of other-worldly smoke drifting around and between them. The only
sounds he could hear were the grunting breath of the two men, the soft
squeal of leather against leather, and the wet slapping of Joy's balls and
groin against his own arse-cheeks. Iain shuddered with passionate arousal -
this was his wildest fantasy come to life, and he grabbed again at Joy's
body with his legs, urging his young lover on and in, hunching himself
backwards and impaling his hungry gut on Joy's rampant erection.

The handsome young man responded to Iain's urgings by crawling up onto the
shelf of rock without letting his pounding cock slip from Iain's body.
Kneeling there now, he positioned himself so that his knees were directly
behind the older man's back, and Iain lifted his legs higher, his knees
resting on Joy's shoulders as he writhed below and around his young stud,
moaning at the increase in speed and ferocity of Joy's thrusting. He gasped
with surprise and delight when Joy grappled at the harness around Iain's
chest, taking the centre strap in one hand and using it to pull Iain harder
and faster backwards onto the living dong which pumped in and out of the
older man's body. Iain surrendered to absolute bliss as his entire frame was
rocked again and again by the thundering pace of his lover's sex. He
breathed in short sharp spurts as Joy rammed that long hot poker into him,
deeper, harder, faster, the very power of the humping crashes driving air
from his lungs and pleasure through his gut.

With uninhibited, animalistic need, the two men fucked. Fucked like there
was no future. Iain revelled in the overload of sensation as Joy's
pile-driver of heated flesh fucked him again and again, and he fucked back,
gripping and clenching, pushing and opening his arse to take the glorious
rod that filled him with joy. Both men sweated and huffed as their fucking
became faster and more urgent, strength and power being poured into the
union by each as they fought to become one, to blend into each other's very
bodies in a raging, desperate attempt to unite so completely. Suddenly Iain
realised that the tiny sharp cries filling the air were from his lover, that
Joy was valiantly trying to hold back from the explosion of climax.

"Do it, stud!" Iain hissed at his man. "Fuck me and fill me, shoot it hard!
Spray that wonderful cum deep inside me, babe, and fill me with your seed!"

Joy's eyes widened as he heard the words, and knew he needed no longer to
hold back, knew he could safely deposit his very essence deep within Iain's
bowels. Iain saw Joy's face crease, felt his lover tense and then ached with
aroused happiness as Joy crashed his scalding rod one more time, more deeply
and more powerfully than ever, into Iain's waiting cavern. He clenched his
arse around that amazing pole, and swore he could feel it thicken and harden
as he convinced himself that he felt the shooting stream of jism filling his
gut. Joy's body was rocked with spasms as his orgasm crashed through him,
and the shuddering ferocity of his peak rumbled through Iain's body as well,
making them both twitch in unison and in time to the spurts of ejaculate
which shot from Joy's cock and deposited itself within his lover.

For long minutes they remained like that, locked together, Joy's prick still
buried deep in Iain's innards, as the younger man's breathing slowly
returned to normal, and his heart recovered its usual beat. Gradually,
almost reluctantly, he withdrew himself from his lover's body before rolling
onto his side and laying beside Iain, their arms around each other, their
leather clad forms pressed together as they enjoyed a lingering, sensual
kiss.

"Oh fuck, Joy, thank you! That was incredible!" Iain enthused.

"Fucking unbelievable!" his partner responded with equal certainty. "Like
nothing I could ever have imagined! It was perfect. YOU are perfect!"

They grinned at each other and kissed again, lying together in silence and
watching the flickering light of the candles play over the roof of their
rocky hideaway.

"I'm sorry, babe," Joy said at last.

Iain looked at his mate in incredulous surprise. "Sorry? What on earth would
you be sorry for?"

"You didn't cum ..."

Iain laughed heartily. "The night ain't over yet, stud! I have a few more
ideas for us before we get some sleep. And us oldies need to pace ourselves.
If I had cum while you fucked me, I'd have taken longer to recover than a
healthy young specimen like you!"

"I doubt it," Joy said. "You make too much of the difference in our ages,
when as far as I can tell, you can keep up with me quite well, in ALL
departments!"

"Well, I still have some more ideas for tonight," Iain answered wickedly.
"But how about a swim to clean up while you recover?"

Joy nodded, and they stood and helped each other shed the leathery garb of
their fantasy.

"You know, I never realised just how incredibly hot and arousing leather
could be," Joy whispered as he slid the chaps away from his legs. "But I
intend to make a LOT of use of it in the future!"

Iain simply grinned as, now completely naked, they walked hand-in-hand out
into the night and across the sand to the sea. They dove into the waves and
frolicked for a time, letting the water wash away the remnants of their sex.
As Joy walked out of the ocean, he turned to find a strange look on his
lover's face.

"What's up with you, handsome?" he asked.

Iain looked thoughtful for a moment. "It's just occurred to me, that while
we washed away the sweat and grime from the outside of our bodies, I'm now
carrying a part of you - a very important part; your manseed - deep inside
me. It makes me feel both horny and special, you know?"

"Oh, Iain," Joy gushed. "Just hearing you say that makes me feel so
incredible, so wonderful, so much in love! I love you!"

"I love you," his mate replied. If anyone had been around to see, it would
have been obvious that the two were even now becoming aroused again. Iain's
erection had never quite completely disappeared, and Joy's flaccid penis was
quickly recovering its solidity as they kissed and held each other under the
moonlight.

With a mischievous grin, Iain scooped Joy up in his arms and carried him the
rest of the way across the beach and up to their cave again. As Joy squealed
in happy protest, his older lover struggled but persisted in carrying the
lithe young man into their hiding place. "What are you trying to do?" Joy
chuckled as they finally reached the shelf where Iain deposited his man.

"This is your fantasy, remember?" Iain replied, becoming serious. "I'm
rescuing you from the ocean, and now I'm going to be the sea-monster who
makes love to you!"

As Joy tried to suppress a smile, Iain once again covered his head with the
leather hood he had worn previously, and this time he reached into the
backpack he had brought and retrieved a vest and gloves, all in leather, and
all patterned with the uneven design of reptilian scales. When Joy saw what
Iain was doing, and realised what he had brought along, his grin
disappeared, replaced by a knowing look of loving admiration and yearning
anticipation. He watched in fascinated and growing arousal as Iain climbed
onto the 'bed' beside him and dropped the backpack to one side. Then Iain
was on top of him, covering Joy's body with his own as they embraced and
kissed long and deep. The younger man felt the weight of his lover cover
him, but had no objection at all. Joy felt safe and happy as his man pressed
down on him, and he ran his arms over Iain's back and shoulders, holding him
closely and caressing the scaly texture of the second skin his fantasy
'monster' wore.

Quickly Iain began to nibble at Joy's chin, working his way down over the
young man's neck and tasting the soft, warm skin of his chest, licking and
biting at his lover a she did. But Joy did not let him take the lead for too
long this time.

"Now, it's my turn!" he declared quietly but firmly, as he rolled the two of
them over so that Iain was on his back and Joy knelt between his spread
legs. With an enthusiasm born of love and nurtured by arousal and fantasy,
Joy set to kissing and licking at Iain's body, determined to cover every
centimetre of his lover in erotic nibbles and feathery lips. Iain began to
protest, and then gave in to his mate, lying back and groaning in muted
tones as his nerves relayed to his brain the incredibly sensual pleasure of
Joy's attentions.

Iain's skin tingled and his body trembled with the delight of the tongue
massage that his young lover administered. The delicate touch of Joy's mouth
sent shivers through him as it traced lines on his chest and stomach. He
moaned softly as Joy took gentle bites at his flesh, and thrilled to the
feel of his man's body pressing against his own. He lifted his hands to
Joy's head, running his fingers slowly through he luxuriant blond hair, then
scraping his nails over the taut skin of Joy's shoulders and upper back as
his body was treated to the most amazing ecstasy from Joy's lips. When his
lover's talented mouth found the first of his nipples, Iain gasped with
sheer pleasure.

Joy closed his lips over the swollen brown nub on the left side of Iain's
chest, and found the metal ring piercing that tiny erection with his teeth.
He pulled gently but firmly at it, stretching the skin of Iain's tit, then
released the ring and licked at both the flesh and the steel, before blowing
warm air across his man's nipple. As Iain groaned with delight, Joy licked
again and bit at the sensitive bump, before suckling the entire nipple into
his mouth and biting once again at the golden ring. The clinking of the
metal against his teeth, and the intake of breath as Iain writhed below him,
made Joy shiver. He relinquished his hold on the swollen nub, and turned to
the other side of his lover's broad pectorals, lavishing the same treatment
on the right nipple.

Iain mumbled unheard words of pleasure and Joy continued his oral attack on
the prone body of his lover, covering Iain in kisses and bites as he made
his way slowly from Iain's nipples to the flat, taut stomach and the downy
soft hair trail which led to the older man's groin. With every kiss, every
nibble, Iain's body trembled and his nerves delighted in the soft oral
massage. He lay back and enjoyed the warm moist touches of his man's mouth
against his flesh, aching with anticipation as he felt Joy's teeth scrape
over his abdomen and approach his throbbing cock. But that talented orifice
did not descend upon his waiting weapon as expected. Instead, Iain felt the
flow of warm air and soft wet touch of Joy's tongue on his nuts, and knew
that his balls were rolling around in their fleshy sac as his young god
began to lick and suck at the living jewels. When Joy drew both of Iain's
man-eggs into his mouth and began to massage the soft orbs with his tongue
while bathing them in his saliva, Iain moaned again as waves of pleasure
rolled over him. He marvelled once again that the handsome young man between
his legs had chosen to offer to him so much pleasure, and so much love.

Releasing Iain's testicles from his mouth, Joy continued his kissing,
licking attack on Iain's body, sliding his tongue around the base of his
lover's prick, then beginning a slow, sensual climb along the shaft of his
man's prong, following the blood-engorged veins of Iain's cock and
intentionally allowing his teeth to occasionally scrape against the
sensitive skin, eliciting more groans and howls of delight from his lover.
He smiled as he felt Iain's prick hardening again beneath his lips, knowing
that he wanted this log of flesh to grow to its full and proud completeness
and make love to him, but not yet - he had one more delight planned for both
of them before they united once again.

As Iain's manhood twitched and throbbed beneath his lips, Joy continued his
climb along that glorious pole. He knew from experience that Iain was
approaching full erection again, and he lifted his face a little more
quickly, before his partner reached that point. His reward was to find that
the knob of his man's prong was revealed and crowned with a pearly drop of
pre-cum, the sheath of Iain's foreskin already parting and beginning to draw
back from his glans, but still covering perhaps a third of the older man's
cockhead. Joy licked hungrily at the oozing essence of his lover, tasting
his very seed, and then slid his tongue over the purpling knob to find the
edge of the receeding foreskin.

With his own cock achingly hard and his body shuddering with rising
pleasure, Joy probed with his tongue in and against Iain's meaty pole. He
pushed forward, and lifted the soft skin back as his tongue flickered into
the shrinking space between Iain's foreskin and the sensitive nerves of his
prick-head. Eagerly, the young man explored the hot, moist area, his lips
closed over Iain's shaft as his tongue flicked and traced around the
throbbing knob, pushing against the peeling skin which sheathed it. As Iain
groaned once more with delight, Joy knew his erection would soon draw what
was left of the skin away, and he quickly closed his teeth gently but firmly
on the flap of flesh, pulling back at it softly and rolling it between his
top and bottom teeth. Iain let out an involuntary "uunnhhh", and Joy grinned
again as he released his hold on the older man's foreskin and sat up a
little, smiling at his man while continuing to run his hands over Iain's
body, yet again delighting in the feel of the lizard-skin leather of Iain's
vest and gloves.

Again, they reversed positions, as Iain sat up and leaned over Joy while the
younger man now lay back. No words passed between them, but a message of
urgent need and aroused desire was clear in their eyes. Iain returned to his
licking and kissing of Joy's body, sucking at the brown erections of Joy's
nipples fleetingly before turning to the much more pronounced and wonderful
erection at his groin. He scooped out the first oozings of pre-seminal
liquid dribbling from the younger man's cockslit, and suckled lovingly on
the long pole of flesh that had so recently filled his body. He lowered his
head and flicked his tongue over the super-sensitive skin of Joy's perinaeum
as he lifted his lover's legs up and back, exposing the puckering rosebud of
Joy's entrance. With a series of darting jabs, he pushed his tongue into and
around that waiting hole, bringing soft moans of passionate excitement from
his young lover, and followed his tongue with first one and then two
fingers, coated in smooth lubricating gel, opening his man gently and
preparing him for penetration.

As Joy lay there, silently begging his man to enter him, Iain suddenly left
off from his attention to Joy's body for a second, and reached for the
all-but-forgotten backpack lying beside them on the shelf.

"What ...?" asked Joy in bewilderment, as Iain retrieved something and sat
back, a mischievous grin in his eyes.

"Your fantasy, remember?" he answered, as he held his hand up and brandished
his surprise for his young lover. In his hand was a dildo, black and
gleaming, but unusual in shape - it was long, very long. At least 45
centimetres in length, but very thin, no more than two centimetres in
diameter; what it was, was the snake-like cock that Joy had described to
Iain from his dream so long ago.

"Errr, I don't know, babe..." Joy stammered as he looked at the 'toy'.

"It's okay," said Iain. "I just thought it might revive your fantasy for
you. I'll take it easy, and stop if you want, or forget it altogether if you
like ..."

Joy looked again at the object, then back to Iain's eyes. As he did, Iain
lowered the artificial prong to his waist, holding it against his own
throbbing cock. Joy watched, and felt the stirring in his loins. Seeing that
snake-like dick, imagining it as part of Iain, excited him strangely.

"But I want to feel you inside me," he began.

"Oh, you will, lover! You will!" Iain reassured him. "I only meant for this
to be the 'appetiser'!"

Suddenly, Joy grinned widely. "Then let's start dinner!" he said in a lusty
hiss. Iain smiled back, and holding the black prong before Joy's eyes, he
greased its length with the same lubricant he had used on Joy's waiting
anus.

Joy lay back again and closed his eyes as he felt the cool, hard point of
the dildo rest against his sphincter. Slowly, Iain began to insert the
rubber dong and as he did, he reached forward, running his gloved and scaled
fingers over Joy's chest and abs. The fake cock slid easily enough into Joy,
being considerably thinner that Iain's own prick, and the older man slowly
but firmly pushed it into his lover, probing about and twisting the length
of the toy as he inserted it into Joy's accepting hole. Deeper, further, and
yet deeper again Iain pushed, slowly, carefully but insistently, filling
Joy's innards with the long snaking cock. He leaned into and over his man,
hot sweat-sheened skin coming into contact with hot skin, Joy's legs
pressing into Iain's shoulders as Iain's free hand caressed the trembling,
chiselled body below him while the other wielded the long thin tube of black
cock.

Joy opened his eyes again, and looked up to see the half-hooded face of his
man peering down at him. Iain's upper body was wrapped in the reptilian skin
of the leather vest, his gloved hands smooth but textured with scales
against Joy's satin skin, and his torso pressing in between Joy's legs,
where the thin but long artificial prick slid into his bowel. He could
easily believe that it was attached to Iain's body as he relaxed and felt it
slide deeper into him, and he moaned with pleasure. His body began to
shudder, and then to writhe with the passionate arousal of being filled like
this, and he felt that long, long prong snake further into him again. Iain
watched in satisfaction as his lover grunted and groaned in the throes of
lusty excitement, and continued to press the toy into Joy's arse, firmly,
slowly, driving it deeper inside as he twisted it and probed Joy's innards
with it. Centimetre by centimetre he pressed forward, until almost 30
centimetres of the dark tube had entered his man. Joy was shaking now with
ecstatic passion. He could feel the length of the thing deep inside his gut,
could feel the hard head of the toy pressing into the pit of his stomach and
still it nudged into him. There was no pain, but a strange sense of being
stuffed and prodded.

"Fuck, Iain, my monster-man, fuck me!" Joy declared in a deep hiss, his
entire body now shuddering with erotic pleasure. His lover responded in a
growl of lust-filled desire.

"Oh, yeah," Iain rumbled. "I'm gonna fuck you alright! I'm going to use this
dildo to open you up, and then I'm gonna fill your arse with my own naked,
raging fuck-pole!"

"Do it! Do it now!" Joy answered as his eyes widened and he looked into his
lover's face.

Iain reached up and removed the black hood from his head, and stared back at
his man, twisting in aroused excitement and begging for him. Slowly,  he
slipped the fake prong from Joy's body, continually massaging and caressing
the heated satin skin of his young lover as he did. As the toy was withdrawn
completely, Iain stepped back into the space between Joy's legs and aimed
his own, steel hard cock at the puckering target of Joy's anus. A gasp
escaped him as the hot, twitching muscle came into contact with his aching
cockhead, and he felt the flexing ring of his lover against the sensitive
knob of his own prick.

Trying to take things slowly, Iain nudged forward, but Joy was full of need,
and he hunched backwards, opening himself and swallowing the end of Iain's
cock in a single motion. Both men moaned with delight as Joy's sphincter
closed around Iain's mushroom cap, gripping at the thick rod of naked
manflesh. Iain could barely believe the sensations which flooded him. The
difference between using a condom and raw, naked sex was indescribable. His
sensitive knob relayed an intensity of heated wetness as he stopped with
just the very beginning of his prong lodged within his lover. He could feel
the warm moisture of Joy's body wrapped around him, the flexing muscle of
Joy's hole gripping then releasing to grip again at his shaft. He almost
came right then, but desperately held onto control, waiting until his body
adjusted and the urge to explode subsided, even just a little, to allow him
to go on.

"Holy fuck, Iain, my man, that feels incredible! So much better than with a
condom, and a hundred times better than the dildo!" Joy exclaimed, as he
writhed below his lover, squirming against the wondrous thickness of Iain's
cock. "Fuck me, please!"

Responding to Joy's pleading encouragement, Iain moved again, pushing
forward. He held his breath as more and more pleasure assailed his senses
and his cockshaft slipped effortlessly through the muscles of Joy's ring and
dived into the heated cavern of soft wetness. Slowly, smoothly, he sank
himself into Joy's gut. He felt the knot of muscle that was Joy's prostate
as his cock nudged it then moved further inwards. He fought off the desire
to cum as his rod was enveloped by Joy's body and drowned in liquid joy.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally came to rest, his pelvis
against his lover's butt, his cock buried to the hilt within his man. He let
out his breath again in a long whoosh of satisfaction, and grinned like a
schoolboy at the stunningly gorgeous man whose body encased his masculinity.
He was in heaven!

For a long moment he stayed there, not moving, as he revelled in the delight
of being within his lover. But then Nature began to assert her authority,
and almost subconsciously Iain withdrew a fraction before pushing back in
again. Quickly, he started into a rhythm, sliding himself in and out of
Joy's body, while Joy hunched and relaxed in time to the tempo of Iain's
sex. The two smiled and stared at each other as they made love, Joy gripping
and releasing Iain's pole while Iain thrust and pulled back, driving himself
into Joy's body. Every nerve of Iain's being screamed with pleasure at the
overload of sensations washing through him. His weapon throbbed and ached
with delight as it scabbarded itself in Joy's gut. With each pounding jab
forward, Iain could feel the soft heated moisture of Joy's innards
squelching and sliding around his rock hard pole. He slammed his sword of
manflesh into that welcoming cavern of pleasure, and groaned with the
arousal of erotic joy as it surrendered to him and yielded to his invasion.

Fleetingly, Iain recalled how he had always wondered at the amazing pleasure
of sex with Joy, but this was so much better. The difference between what he
now experienced and the sheathed fucking with a condom was indescribable,
and with every thrust he felt as though his prick swelled even more. He
tried to control his animal urges, but base instinct prevailed, and he
slammed himself again and again into Joy, fucking his lover with abandon and
giving himself over to ultimate pleasure as he speared his very masculinity
deeper and harder into the glorious yielding pit of complete joy that was
Joy.

The younger man shook and trembled with wonder as his lover fucked him. This
powerful driving sex, Iain's naked and raging cock ploughing into him, was
like nothing he could have ever imagined. Every part of him was aroused and
excited, as he ached with pleasure at the penetration his man visited upon
him. He wanted this to never end, it felt so good, so incredible, so
amazing. With every shove of Iain's cock into him, Joy wanted more. With
every gasp of breath he begged for his lover to go on and on, to fill him
with that mighty pole of flesh and to pump him full of love and sex forever.
Drops of sweat fell from Iain's hard taut body onto his heated skin, and the
soft, mushy sound of Iain's tool pumping into his body forcing its way
deeper into his gut, sent shivers through him as his excitement climbed
higher and higher.

Locked together, they humped and clenched, rammed and fucked, united
completely in ultimate masculine joinder, forming a single being that
twitched and shook in absolute sexual frenzy, and unfettered giving each to
the other. They became one, and in doing so became each other, a 'couple' in
the true sense of the word, a single unit that was ignorant to the rest of
the universe, lost in their own world of thundering, passionate abandon,
enveloped in lusty joy and fucking their way to explosion.

Iain sensed that his peak was near. He tried to slow his passions, but they
were out of control. With a combination of total love and surrendered lust,
he looked deeply into the pools of azure blue that were Joy's eyes.

"Babe, ...' he gasped quickly.

"It's okay!" mouthed Joy silently. "I need it, I want it, now!"

Iain could hold back no longer. With the amazingly wonderful wet heat of
Joy's body engulfing his hard cock, and the shivering build-up of pleasure
within his own body, he thrust forward again, driving his prong deeper and
further into his man. Like an earthquake that hit his body, his orgasm
rocked him, waves of intense pleasure and undeniable desire started at his
balls and rolled out and through his frame, causing him to tense and spasm
inside Joy, the thundering climax racing through his lover's body as well.
His cock swelled and lost itself deep within Joy's gut, and then exploded in
a storm of shuddering twitches. Iain could feel the river of cum leap from
his balls and race along the length of his shaft and in a blinding moment of
lost control, he let go as his seed poured from his manhood and filled the
already hot and wet receptacle of Joy's body. Spurt upon spurt of liquid
mancum shot from Iain's tool and was deposited deep inside his lover, the
welcoming cavern of the younger man's innards drinking it up and milking
Iain's rod for more. He ached with the release, felt his very essence
drained from him as Joy swallowed his jism and clenched at his steely pole,
coaxing more of his life-force from him.

Just as Iain thought he would die, his very energy sucked from him, Joy let
out a strangled grunt and his sphincter gripped at Iain's cockshaft with
strength, drawing the still rock-hard pole back inside that glorious body
again. In wonder, Iain watched as his lover's testicles contracted, and
Joy's dick began to twitch, before shooting a fountain of creamy ejaculate
high into the air, the long strings of goo hitting Iain's chest and face
before falling back across Joy's stomach. For several minutes, Iain's young
lover hissed and his body writhed as his climax engulfed him and he emptied
his essence over both of them.

Finally, Joy's body went limp, his cock still hard and his arse relaxed.
Almost reluctantly, Iain withdrew himself and rolled onto his side lying
with his man, their bodies in contact all along their length.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," Joy breathed again.

"Mmmmmm!" replied Iain with a smile. He lifted his hand and scooped some of
his lover's man-cream onto it, then lifted it to his mouth and tasted the
salty-sweet jizz contentedly. A second load followed and then a third,
before Joy sat up and closed his lips over Iain's. they kissed, and passed
the remnants of Joy's ejaculation between them, savouring the sharing and
the intense love they felt.

"You know," said Joy after a long silence of sated recovery, "I always
thought of sperm as something to be avoided, some kind of 'poison', until
now. Now, all I want is more - your cum is like a nectar for me."

Iain grinned. "I feel the same. I love you so much, Joy!"

"And me you!"

*********

The two men slept for a while before waking well before dawn, and making
love again. They spent the day naked and together, swimming, eating,
drinking and loving. Since the only clothing they had brought was their
leather, they did not want to return home during daylight, but knew they
should get back that night, before the sun returned. Still, the evening
allowed them to indulge twice more in unbridled passionate sex, made even
more exciting by their leather clothing and accessories.

It was almost three a.m. when they finally climbed back onto their metal
steed and made their way back to civilization, once more roaring through the
streets in their shining black leather, rubbing up against each other and
baring themselves. When eventually they fell into bed, they held each other
tightly, and slept for hours into the morning, completely satisfied and
totally at ease and in love.

Joy and Iain spent many weekends at their hidden cove alone, together and
naked. They usually kept their leather garb for time spent at home in the
city, but occasionally they repeated the thrill of dressing in the dark hide
and roaring through the night to their special place. And wherever they
were, they made love often, finding that as time went on their sex became
more and more wonderful and exciting rather than ever sinking into habit or
becoming boring. And their love for each other knew no bounds.

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

The men had been planning to stay at their beach on the coming weekend, to
celebrate their anniversary. It was now two years since they had first met
that morning on Bondi Beach, and they were more in love than ever. They had
established a close circle of good friends, and lost contact with some
others who could not accept the difference in their ages. Each of them
relied on the other in many ways, and neither could imagine life without his
partner.

Joy was mentally ticking off the things they would need for the couple of
days at the Park, when the phone rang.

"Hello?" he said easily into the mouthpiece.

"Hi, Joy? It's Susan."

"Hi, how are you?"

"We're fine. I was wondering if you guys would like to come for dinner on
Saturday night? We have a special meal planned for just the four of us if
you can make it."

Joy frowned to himself. He had really been looking forward to the time he
and Iain could have in their hidden cove, but at the same time he loved
Susan and her partner Tina, their neighbours, like a sister, and he hated to
disappoint them. "I'll check with Iain and let you know," he said at last.
"We did have something planned, but maybe we can put it off, okay?"

"If you could that would be great," Susan replied. "It really is important
to us to see you two if we can, so try to talk him into it, would you?"

Joy laughed. "Okay, I'll see what I can do."

When Iain got home, Joy relayed the message and request from the 'girls'.
"That's funny," said Iain, "it's almost as if they know it's our
anniversary. Did you tell them?"

"No," joy shook his head. "But she did seem to think it was important we get
together."

"Well, I guess the beach can always wait until Sunday. We can still have the
day down there together and have dinner with the girls Saturday night," Iain
said. Joy kissed him lightly and rang Susan back to accept her invitation.

Saturday evening arrived, and Joy and Iain presented themselves as asked at
Susan and Tina's home around 7.30. They were ushered into the dining room
and treated like royalty - unusual for them, since the two couples were such
good friends that normally the meals they shared were informal, relaxed
affairs where everyone chipped in to help out. Through the meal they chatted
and laughed, gossiped about mutual friends and drank happily, but not once
was the subject of Iain and Joy's anniversary mentioned, nor was anything
else said about the reason for this 'important' dinner.

As dessert was finished, Tina stood to clear away the plates, while Susan
poured them each a generous glass of port. Joy stood to help Tina with the
dishes, but she shooed him back to his seat, and quickly dumped the used
crockery in the kitchen before returning to the table. Iain was relaxed and
smiling, stretched out in his chair, and Joy's arm rested gently on his
lover's leg, as they sipped at their drinks. Tina stole a quick look at her
partner and nodded, which brought a cough and a clearing of her throat from
Susan. The two men looked up at the sound, curiosity piqued.

"Boys," she began, a little nervously, which only made them all the more
attentive. "We have a huge favour to ask of you ..."

Joy chuckled, and Iain interrupted her. "Is that what this is about? And we
thought ..., well never mind what we thought. Of course, whatever you want!"
he said with a grin.

"You haven't heard what it is yet!" said Tina, a little miffed, but Susan
started again.

"This isn't like asking you to put the garbage out for us, you know!"

"So what is it then?" asked Joy, really interested now.

"Well," she stopped and took a long breath. "Tina and I have decided that we
would like to have a baby!"

"A baby? Oh wow!" said Joy.

Trying not to lose the impetus of the moment, Susan went on quickly. "And
we'd like one of you to be the father!"

"Holy shit!" this time from Iain.

A sudden silence descended over the table as the four friends looked at each
other and the meaning of what had been said began to sink in. Before either
Joy or Iain could begin to ask the hundreds of questions they had, Tina took
up the conversation.

"We're talking about getting one of you to donate your sperm, and then using
it to have me inseminated. There's a clinic in town that will do it all
properly and officially. Of course it would mean you would have to be tested
for HIV and whatever, and you'd need to decide which one of you would
donate, and we'd ask you to sign an acknowledgement that there would be any
claim etc. I know it's a huge ask, but we love you guys, and we're hoping
that if you agree that you'll still have a big part in the baby's life even
though he or she will be our child ..." with that she ran out of steam to some
extent and fell silent, trying to read the boys' faces.

Iain and Joy looked at her, then at each other, then at Susan before looking
back to each other again. A stunned silence ruled for several minutes.
Finally, Iain looked away from his lover to the two women.

"I think we will say yes, but I want to talk about it more with Joy, and let
you know. Is that okay?"

"Of course it is!" said Susan,

"And if you decide against it, we'll understand," continued Tina. "We value
your friendship more than that. If you'd feel at all uncomfortable, say so,
and we'll make some other arrangements."

Soon afterwards, Joy and Iain made their excuses and walked home. They were
both a little shell-shocked by what had happened, and both eager to talk
about it, but not in front of the girls. As soon as they were home, Iain
poured them both a drink as they sat together and began to ponder the
questions.

"I want to do it!" Joy announced. "I want to know there's a child out there
with your blood, that I can see and hold and know he's a part of you!"

"Hold on a moment!" exclaimed Iain. "First of all, why me? And secondly, you
have to remember that while they promise to have us in contact, we'd have no
legal rights whatsoever to see the baby. And thirdly, it could be a boy or a
girl!"

"Don't you want to do it, then?" asked Joy, a little crestfallen.

Iain sat quietly for a long while before he answered. Finally he spoke
slowly, softly. "Yes, I do! But I want us to go into it with our eyes open,
knowing all the 'maybes'."

Joy hugged him tightly, tears in his eyes, before sitting back again. For
hours into the morning, they discussed all of the things which might go
wrong, and all of the hopes they could have for things to go right. The one
point they could not seem to agree on was which of them would donate his
sperm. Joy wanted Iain to do it. He insisted that from a logical point of
view, Iain would probably die before him, and that having Iain's child
around would be a way to keep part of his lover with him. Iain wanted Joy to
be the father, arguing that he wanted to know that Joy's genes would be
carried forward to another generation, that Joy was younger and stronger and
therefore that his sperm would be healthier and more likely to be
successful.

Finally, around 4.30 in the morning, they reached a compromise. They were
unsure if the two women would agree, but it was the only way they could see
to get them past their disagreement, and it was one which both of them
thought a good idea. When they finally got up again late on Sunday, they
went together to see their friends. Holding hands, hugging each other
tightly, Joy and Iain announced with one voice to Susan and Tina; "We'll do
it!"


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!