Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2008 02:46:56 +0100
From: Barry Courtney <bazdeboy@gmail.com>
Subject: Appearances can deceive. Part 3

Hi guys, this is a story that follows the lives of two gay friendsb
with very complex issues and personalities.
It contains graphic sex though not much in this part, so if you're not
supposed to be reading this sort of stuff or are offended by it PLEASE
GO AWAY NOW
The characters are fictional insofar as that is possible. If any of
them resembles you or somebody you know it is a pure coincidence.
Critical comments are accepted - good and bad - at bazdeboy@gmail.com
most so far like the fact that the main characters don't live in a gym
but are ordinary gay men. But normal can be eortic too can't it? I
hope so? Here's part 3



CHAPTER THREE
We never set the alarm clock!

I woke suddenly in an unfamiliar bed. Arthur was still wrapped around
me with his morning horn pressed against the flesh of my ass. I took a
moment to re-orientate myself and then I shouted "Fuck!" and I jumped
out of the bed.

Arthur woke and groggily mentioned something about that sounding like
a good idea. I was going to be late for a lecture. I scurried into the
bathroom. There was no time to shower so I sprayed my body with a
liberal shower of deodorant. I was brushing my teeth when Arthur
entered the room without a stitch on him. His hair was disheveled, he
looked rough and his cock was still standing up like a flagpole. He
stood beside me and tried to aim the weapon at the toilet bowl. It
wouldn't stay down. He was in agony. He would love to piss but his
morning wood wouldn't.

"I can't believe that I actually let you stick that thing into me last
night," I said as I inspected his cock for the first time in broad
daylight. It wasn't a porn-star type cock, it was a tiny bit shorter
than mine but it seemed to be twice as thick as mine.

"If you'd let me stick it in you again I might be able to piss without
destroying the walls!"

"You're a dirty cunt," I said as walked past him and slapped his ass
hard, "piss in the shower but give it a good cleaning afterwards!"

I didn't wait for his reply but I was chuckling at his shriek as I
slapped his ass. I imagined he must have almost lost control of his
bladder in reaction. I dressed, grabbed my bag and we arrived in the
kitchen together. He was still naked.

"Why don't you skip class and come back to bed?" he asked as I picked
up a banana (the only available food) and seductively ate it in front
of him.

"No can do!" I chirped and bit down hard on the fruit.

Arthur flinched. The little pervert had been imaging that it was his
cock in my mouth.

"I've got choir tonight so I won't be home until nine," he said
regaining his posture. His cock was still standing straight out and
then curving slightly up towards his nose.

"Okay, I'll talk to you then!"

Sitting in the theatre I was acutely aware of the pain in my ass. When
I remembered it was a pain that was left by my 'puppy' I liked it. It
was a reminder that we had done something intimate. I had no idea what
he was thinking now but I was thinking about him. I had never heard of
somebody falling in love with a friend before. You either love them
from the beginning or they remain forever friends. But nobody ever
talks about friendship becoming love do they? I have no idea what
happened at the lecture.

When I got home at seven the house was almost dark. I went inside, lit
a fire and made a sandwich and a cup of tea. I curled up on the sofa
and turned on the telly. I opened the evening paper and looked through
the appointments section for work. There was plenty of evening work in
bars but damn all else available. I had worked in bars before during
the summer and knew the job well. I called one place and was offered
the job on the phone there and then. I accepted as quickly and would
start the following day at six. Bye bye to Saturday evenings!

I watched some of Coronation Street and then opened my books. But I
couldn't concentrate. Arthur would be home in an hour and we would
have to talk. I was very skittish and I would say confused. Maybe I
shouldn't have slept with a friend like that? It would have made far
more sense if Arthur and I had both lived unrelated gay lives and
after years of irresponsible passion we would meet 'accidentally' as
fate brings us together and we realize that the other is gay. We
celebrate our fortieth birthdays together and then move in together
and live happily ever after. By then I might have had enough activity
to enjoy life as a bottom and let him do all the work. And if I'm not
tired he could be, and also, he might have learned to lie back and let
somebody else make the effort.

Next I would think about calling him my partner and being forty years
old right now at the age of twenty-four. I didn't know if I wanted to
be in a relationship with him or not. We were friends and we had had
sex and it was messy. Yeah, it was messy but it was great. How would I
react if he said it was just hormones last night and meant nothing?
What would I do if he asked me to be his boyfriend? He had growled the
word 'mine' and grabbed my ass last night; did he want to own me like
some kind of master and slave shit? I wished he would get back. I
needed to talk and sort my head out with him. He was my puppy; did I
want to be his bitch? And all the time I knew that I wanted to fuck
him and he didn't seem to want me to do that. I didn't think I'd like
to be in a relationship that was all one-sided. Well, not then anyway!
The young ferret between my legs was fond of sniffing out a burrow or
two too! And maybe Arthur wasn't even interested?

When the News-at-Ten ended he still wasn't back so I guessed he was
getting cold feet and avoiding coming back until I was asleep in bed.
I quietly curled up in my bed, it was half-past-eleven, I guessed he
was avoiding me; I wouldn't have to worry about the boyfriend
questions now. There was only the matter of how to live as if nothing
had ever happened. Hey, we're both gay and we're all supposed to do
that as second nature aren't we? I curled up and slept.

The nice thing about sleep is you don't feel bad time passing. I slept
soundly until I had to answer "I am now!" to a voice asking me whether
I was awake or not. It was almost two in the morning and Arthur was
sitting on the edge of my bed. He was drunk! He cracked open a can of
cheap lager and held it out to me. I took it and gingerly sipped a
bit. It's a rather strong taste when awoken from deep sleep.

"Sorry Barry, I went drinking with the two tenors and got delayed..."

"Were you in a gay bar?"

He nodded!

"First time?"

He shook his head. "I was in one a few times when I was nineteen."

I sat up intrigued. I thought he had never been with a man before so I
asked him. He told me that he had three pick-ups at the time but none
of them would let him fuck them when they saw his cock.

"And did they not try to fuck you?" I asked all interested in this new
revelation.

As coherently as any man loosened by drink can; he spilled out a
complicated story about his earlier efforts in gay bars. Puppy had sat
in his woolly jumper in a bar that was popular with bears. His date
for the evening was in his mid-thirties and was as stubborn a top as
Arthur was. Unsurprisingly, nothing happened between them. His next
tryst was with a twenty-two year old architect who claimed versatility
but wouldn't take Arthur because of his size. The third guy was a slim
effeminate creature who offered to take a photo of it but said he
wouldn't do anything else with it! Puppy's erotic misadventures were
so disappointing that he thought he might not be gay! Then he asked a
question.

"Are we boyfriends now?"

"I don't know what you mean!"

"I mean, like, are me and you, you know?" He was finding it hard to
get the words he needed. "Wayne and Lance asked me if I had a
boyfriend."

"And what did you say?"

He looked at me with his biggest eyes and said; "I wanted to say yes,"
he dropped his head, "but I told them it was a work in progress!"

HOW DRAMATIC?

"I really would have loved to say yes!" he repeated.

"You could have said it!" I answered and reached out my hand towards his.

"So we are boyfriends," he said with a big smile across his face,
"whatever that means!" he added repeating my earlier statement. Maybe
he wasn't as drunk as I thought? He fell on top of me.

"Wayne said I should always use a condom even if the guy says he loves
me," and he fumbled in his pocket to bring out a box of Mates and a
squashed tube of KY jelly. "He says that the secret of safe sex is to
always be a good boy scout and be prepared!" He waved the items like a
trophy to his excellent scouting skills.

"The secret of safe sex lies in choosing the man you're with properly,
condoms are only the final frontier," I scolded.

"Stop moaning," He said as he fumbled with his clothing, "we have
unfinished business from yesterday. Gentlemen we can rebuild it, we
have the power, we have the technology and tomorrow will be Saturday
and we have nothing better to do..."

He looked comical with his affected American accent and his drunken
hands waving a box of rubbers in the air above his head.

"Come on," I said, "let's take this to your bed it's bigger."

Arthur stayed put. "I'd rather stay here; yours is cosier!"

The smaller bed meant that we had more limited movement; any side by
side action would have dumped us on the floor. I asked him to put some
KY on my ass. I knelt as you would for doggy position (it was Puppy
and his Bitch after all!) and he started to spread some of the jelly
into my ring. Slowly he worked his finger in and out and remarked on
how warm it was inside. As he loosened me up he apologised for not
being any good the previous night. He wouldn't let me speak as he
explained that he didn't cum because he knew I would have preferred
him wearing a condom. He had condoms now and he wanted us to go the
whole way! By that stage he was really working my hole over with his
fingers. I was sure I was ready for his cock by now.

"I think I'm ready for you now," I muttered.

The slap of a greasy palm against my ass was indication that he had
heard. He scooted up beside me with his crooked cock bouncing
obscenely from his groin.

"You put it on," he laughed holding the foil-wrapped rubber out to me.

I took it and tore the side of the packet open. That was no mean
achievement either. Some of those packets are nearly impossible to
open without using teeth or a scissors. I didn't feel any need to be
protected from Arthur but if he was happy to wear one I wouldn't
object. But it wasn't to be as simple as that! I took his shaft in my
hand, it felt very heavy. With the other hand I attempted to stretch
the latex over the cockhead but it wouldn't stretch. I began to giggle
as I struggled in vain to stretch the condom onto his cock. It simply
didn't fit.

"Did I get the wrong size?" he asked anxiously. He picked up the box
and examined it looking for the size indication.

"I think they only come in one size and if they called the extra-large
every self respecting man would buy them and they would fall off
during sex. They're supposed to be a bit tight." I explained as though
I were an expert. "So they don't fall off," I explained. But try as I
might I couldn't get the condom onto his cock.

"Should I have asked for bigger ones?" he asked embarrassed.

"Thick, you should have asked for thick ones," I teased him.

"Are there different sizes?"

"You can get bigger ones but there's no sizes like you would have on a
pair of trousers."

"So I should go back tomorrow and exchange them for the bigger size?"
he asked timidly.

I laughed at this stage.

"Did I say something funny?" he asked and then shuddered in surprise
as I dropped a glob of KY on his cockhead and greased him with the
cold gel.

Arthur must be the only man on the planet that could actually walk
into a shop and ask for bigger condoms with neither swagger nor blush.
I could imagine him standing at the counter exchanging the condoms as
if they were a pair of shoes. In his drunken world he could place a
pair of size 9s on a counter and ask the assistant to get him a size
10 because his feet were bigger than the shoe. In the same way you
could bring back cock-jackets and ask to try a bigger one because you
have a bigger cock! But I was judging him now; when sober he probably
would be amused by his innocence when drunk. Or maybe it was his legal
stubbornness?

The KY was great for getting his cock inside the condom. By now I had
managed to get the rubber stretched onto the top half of his cock. His
organ looked as if it had been shrink-wrapped and very constricted in
its tight cover. I suggested that he should put them on when he was
flaccid but he griped on about getting the wrong size, being sorry and
promising to exchange them the next day. I looked at his dick; it
looked helpless behind its latex coat, struggling to get out. I knew
it would break if I tried to force it any further so I greased the
outside of it and said to Arthur; "okay Puppy, show me what you can
do!"

I turned to lie on my stomach but he stopped me and asked me to put my
feet on his shoulders. I stopped and struggled into position on the
small bed. I pulled my pillow from under my head and placed it under
my ass. He smiled as he lined up and started to press the thick head
of his magnificent cock against my ass. I clenched my teeth as the
head pierced through the resisting muscle. I gasped for more lube; the
earlier stuff must have been absorbed by now. He quickly withdrew and
put some on the tip of his cock and then pushed forward. The gates
gave in easily and the curved tip of his cock rammed straight into me
and I shrieked like a little girl! Something like a shudder ran
through my hips and spine. I though his entry had paralyzed me and I
panicked.

"Sorry," he muttered, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

I had returned to normal; I wasn't paralyzed. "It's okay Arthur I
think you just hit a nerve or something. It just took me by surprise
... But it felt really nice!"

"It hurt and it felt nice?"

"It didn't hurt it was a bit like electricity, like a sneeze..."

"... or an orgasm?" he asked.

"Yeah a bit! But different as well!"

"Want me to find it again?"

"Be my guest!"

I lurched my butt towards him hoping that he would find that spot
again. He did find it. He found it first time and once he found it he
started jabbing at it with his cockhead. Each time he would find it,
jab it and slide right past it right up my butt. Then he would
withdraw and stab my tricky nerve again before plunging fully inside
me. I had no idea what he was doing to me but I was harder than I ever
remembered it being before. My cock was rock hard and lying up along
my stomach. It was straining against the skin as much as Arthur's was
straining against its latex second skin. After ten minutes of lunging
and plunging I begged Arthur to focus on that nerve. I was afraid that
it would be gone back to normal tomorrow. It needed attention now.
Naturally he obliged and fucked me with only about two or three inches
inside me. The tingle in my body negated the stretched feeling in my
bum. I have to admit; if Arthur's cock was attached to any other man I
wouldn't even try to take it. He rocked rather than pumped and his
cockhead was rubbing and massaging that sensitive area. I was
squirming on the end of his cock and he loved every bit of it but I
think I loved it more. As I squirmed he leered at me he could see the
pleasure in my face and laughed when I contorted and with a sudden
jerk by cock erupted shooting a hot trickle up my body and even
splashing my nose! I don't know which of us was more amazed.

"You shot without even touching your cock man, wow! I never knew you
could do that! How did you do it?" he asked excited as usual.

"No idea," I sighed in post-orgasmic bliss, "it never happened to me before!"

I was certainly the only one amazed when he leaned forward, stuck out
his tongue and licked my body; cleaning up my load. When he reached my
nose he opened his mouth and I could see the white mess in his mouth.
Oral sex isn't my scene. I was slightly disgusted but, before I could
say anything, he swallowed it! I was simply grateful that the
offending substance was out of sight.

"Roll over on your tummy I want to finish you off!"

I complied with his instruction and he re-inserted his cock with a
single stroke right up my willing ass. I clenched the muscle to say
welcome and he took it as an indication that I was ready for his
assault. Assault is the correct word; Arthur pounded my butt for a
solid ten minutes! I moaned and groaned as he pounded his thick hard
weapon mercilessly into my butt. I closed my eyes and relished the
thought of being intimate with such a nice guy. In my mind he was my
puppy but in my bed he was my Rothweiler. But even Rothweilers get
tired and I could sense his exhaustion. I encouraged him as much as I
could to continue. I wanted him to cum. He worked hard to build up
stamina, he rocked and bucked, and he shoved and forced and thrust and
thrust and thrust and gasped! His eyes rolled back in his head and his
body shuddered as he released his load deep inside me. It was
consummated. We were boyfriends now.

As his cock slid out of my ass it felt as if I was having a hefty
dump. He sighed, fell onto his back, groped his crotch and screamed
'shit!' The condom was not there.

"Oh fuck!" he said, "I'm sorry Barry but I think I left the condom inside you!"

"Maybe you should get a coat hanger and fish it out," I suggested.

He was about to get off the bed and get one when I stopped him and
explained that I was only joking. One of his most enduring charms is
his inability to think that people might not be telling the truth. You
see, Arthur always tells the truth and he could never understand why
others didn't.

"I think you lost the condom a good while ago," I said. I actually was
aware that it had probably come off after he mounted me from behind.
>From the force he used I knew that it would have either been ripped
off of ripped up. I knew he was going to cum inside me but I didn't
stop him because I wanted him to be the first at something. The first
guy that sucked me wasn't Arthur and he wasn't the first guy I sucked
either. The first guy who fucked me wasn't Arthur and he wasn't the
first guy I fucked either. I wanted something of him to be my first
just as I was his first. Arthur was the first man to shoot inside me.

(Back to the moment at hand.) Arthur was balling on about how sorry he
was and I stopped him.

"I knew you were bare inside me a long time ago," I said as I kissed
his forehead.

"How could you know?"

"It wasn't glued to you and your entry was quite, well, forceful..."

"... did I hurt you?"

"No!" I replied, "I was delighted to have you be the first man to ever
cum inside me and I am so glad it was you!"

"But what about safe sex?" he asked.

I could tell he was confused, "Arthur, you have just cum inside me, we
are boyfriends now, why can't you relax? I loved what you did and I
knew it was happening."

Arthur smiled nervously, "you're not mad at me?" he asked as my
Rothweiler returned to being a puppy.

"No," I said gently, "I really trust you and I'm glad to have had my
first real sex with somebody as special as you are."

"Aren't you afraid of catching something?" he asked.

"From you? The only thing I have caught from you so far is your name,
Arthur? Wasn't it?" I laughed, "Honestly man, I'm so glad we've done
it at last. And safe sex starts in choosing your partner and I think I
chose the right one!"

He beamed a smile at me and said; "too right you have and so have I! I think!"

BITCH!