Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 15:31:33 +0000 (GMT)
From: paul green <zauberlehrlingeh@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: scottish prime; m/m,college,athletics,oral,anal

Scottish Prime

DISCLAIMER:

The following is basically a true story, which happened to me not so long
ago, with a few additions and changes to smoothen the storyline and make
the whole thing a bit more exiting. It contains explicit sexual material
about male to male sex in different ways. If you are not of legal age or
not supposed to read stuff like that for any other reason please leave and
go to less "dangerous" sites. Otherwise make yourself comfortable and enjoy
what I have to share. Of course I changed the names of all involved
characters to protect the "innocent".

This story is my first attempt to erotic writing. I'd like you to keep in
mind that English is not my mother tongue and therefore to excuse mistakes
in vocabulary and grammar.

*********

It hit me like a flash of electric current in my guts and below when he
entered the lecture theatre - man was this lad hot! Not very tall, about
5.8, but stocky built and obviously full of energy . this cute untidy blond
hair and impressive strong jawline with a two days growth of reddish blond
stubble. He jumped up the stairs more than climbing them in this unique
elastic gait of pure young male confidence passed my bench and took a seat
two behind me - fortunately so I had at least a chance to follow the
lecturers presentation.

This remarkable event took place on my second day in Edinburgh where I
spent 8 weeks at one of the University hospitals for an elective in my
final year of medical studies. I'm a 25 year old German guy with definite
interest in my own gender - not that this is any news to you - 6.0 feet
tall, 160lbs of athletic slim stature, brown curly hair, greyish blue eyes
and much to my own regret still pretty much "in the closet".  During the
following days I enjoyed this tingling sensation in my loin every time my
eyes got hold of Adrian - in lectures and tutorial, on the wards and at the
canteen. I had quite a hard time (oh what a pun!) to conceal my unavoidable
boner caused by the mere presence of this hotty! He appeared to me as the
typical straight guy in his early 20's and his conversations I "overheard"
were mainly about rugby, girls, music, drinking and the next exams . not
much hope for my aching heart (and other more prominent parts of my body)!!

I kept more or less in the background and enjoyed the view trying to keep
as many details as possible for my frequent lonely-night encounters with my
fife fingered friend until 3 days later my luck got unbelievable good and
the only remaining seat when he entered the seminar room (a bit late, as
usual) was the one right next to me. He walked towards me across the room
said "Hey!" smiled and took the seat - leaving me in a state of trance my
crotch tingling and swelling and my mind in turmoil!

I was hardly able to follow the tutorial and made a total fool of myself
when asked about some pretty simple figures in a well known disease - I'm
only human!!  Things got worse/better when Adrian started to talk to me -
typical small talk "Where from Germany are you?", "How do you like it here
in Edinburgh?", etc. but gradually we got more and more towards a more
personal chat and he told me about him being a rugby fanatic and much into
almost every kind of sport . not very surprising with his ideal physique. I
told him that I used to play handball in high school and enjoy a match of
badminton or squash from time to time and all these nice little details you
think might interest a guy like him. He didn't seem to be very impressed
though.

After the lunchtime tutorial we had to go to the same ward, which gave me
the opportunity to continue our conversation and finally he invited me to
meet him and "the lads" at the pub this evening. You can imagine my
excitement about going to see this stud and his fellow hunks in a much more
relaxed environment - my dick was throbbing with anticipation of all the
great views and who knows what else to come .! The rest of the afternoon at
the hospital was torture - I tried to keep myself as busy as possible to
distract me from counting minutes.

When I arrived at the pub Adrian and "the lads" - a bunch of class A rugby
jocks and a few fellow students - already had a few pints each what left me
at a slightly superior position in matters of controlling the chat and
getting as much information about my "favourite topic" as possible. He
seemed to be not as cheerful as I remembered him from the days before at
the hospital and was definitely the one who ordered fastest - pint after
pint vanished between his well formed lips and Adrian became really
mellow. Soon he wasn't able to articulate a single thought any more and had
problems to stay upright on his chair. His beautiful grey eyes were kind of
glassy and moist and I wondered what the hell was going on behind this
flawless face?!  Somehow he managed to stumble to the bathroom and back
almost tripping over feet and chairs several times. I was very tempted to
follow him and help him to finish "his business" or have a good look at his
equipment at least but my alcohol level was still too low and so my
inhibitions to hit on that obviously perfectly straight guy far too strong.
After Adrian's return to the table he became more and more quiet and I
sensed him snoozing a few times while I talked to two of his less drunken
buddies. Then suddenly he jumped up spilling the rest of the pint in front
of him over the table and some of us and tried to steady himself obviously
preparing to leave. Me and Marc - one of his best friends and definitely
not as pissed as the rest of them - got up to support him in this battle
and we agreed to get him home as quick as possible.

I don't deny that it was a pure pleasure for me to hold the guy I had this
huge crush on upright the whole way back to his flat - even in his pitiful
state he radiated a fascinating strength and the reckless fellow in my
pants seemed to enjoy all the "accidental" touches and gropes as well - I
prayed that there wouldn't be a visible wet spot too soon. Finally we made
it to his front door and Marc asked me to look for the keys while he tried
to steady the now almost sleeping Adrian. Just a wee bit hesitating I
followed his request and started to search the dream boy in front of me
from behind - him facing Marc.  No key in his jacket and the front pocket
of his shirt so that I was "forced" to go more intimate: slightly trembling
my hand dived into the front pocket of his trousers rewarded with the warm
and kind of damp climate in there - but no keys either. My free hand
slipped into the remaining front pocket and got hold of a pair of keys. But
there was something else there - I couldn't believe my senses - pretty
prominently I touched what seemed to be a semi hard cock pointing to the
right side of his lower abdomen. Quite surprised I left my hand where it
was probably a second (or two!?!) too long because Marc told me to
". fucking hurry up because his arms were getting tired!".  Reluctant to
leave my new found treasure so soon I just pretended to be still looking
for the keys and fondled the now sound asleep rugby jock between us a bit,
trying to get an imagination of the quality of his family jewels. Not
disappointed by my findings I finally gave in to Marc's plea and produced
the keys from the fascinating depths of Adrian's pocket.

We carried sleeping beauty into his room and placed him on the mattress
covering the floor Marc starting to unlace his shoes and me leaving to look
for an "emergency bucket" for the night. When I returned to the bedroom my
hero was lying there in just a pair of checked boxers - his broad
shoulders, perfect pecs and admirable 6pack to my full view, together with
this strong tree-trunk-like rugby player legs. What a sight!!! The tuff of
chest hair which I had detected just above his collar at our very first
talk (somehow always a major turn on for me) spread to a blondish soft pelt
all over his nicely developed pecs and with a small gap on his upper tummy
it went on as a golden treasure trail form his navel down until it
disappeared beneath the hem of his boxers - oh what I would give for just a
glimpse at the region where it was to lead to!! Regaining my consciousness
I placed the bucket right beside Adrian's head on the floor beside the
mattress hoping Marc didn't see me staring and covered the object of my
jack off fantasy for the next months with a blanket

Following an argument about Adrian being safe in his room on his own or not
(guess what my point of view as a "caring" becoming doctor was . !?!) we
agreed to give his flatmates a hint and left him.  Back in the fresh air I
suddenly felt really tired and headed for my own room wishing Marc -
besides a quite attractive dark haired and brown eyed fellow medical
student with deep sexy dimples on each cheek himself - a good night and
promised him to check on Adrian early the next morning.  Back home I felt
even too tired and fairly numb from the alcohol to relieve a little bit of
pressure from my aching balls - persuading them that it would be much more
fun to use morning woody for that purpose! Stone tired I was gone to
dreamland the moment my head hit the pillow.

After having taken care of my gonad's needs inspired by the picture of my
rugby hunk in his almost undressed state and the pocket experience from the
night before and a post orgasmic shower (one of the best ways to start a
day - believe me!) I phoned Adrian's flat to get the message form one of
his mates that he is asleep again and doesn't look very well. I decided to
have a look at the delinquent myself and was presented with a pitiful
looking grumpy sick guy with a hell of a hangover. To help him over the
worst I forced him to drink several pints of water and have a small
breakfast and left him in a slightly better state after his strongly needed
shower. He even apologised for having been so ungrateful and asked me to
ring him later that day.

I had to sort out some things and was busy the whole afternoon but from
time to time a feeling of joy about the possibility of becoming friends
with Adrian brightened my day.  As promised I rang him about 6pm and he
seemed to be much better by then - partly with the help of one of the most
well known drugs by the famous German pharmaceutical company "Bayer". He
apologised again and thanked me for my loyal help the night before and
asked me if I fancied a nice match of squash the next day? I agreed happily
of course almost unable to think of anything apart from seeing him in the
shower for the rest of the evening. An excellent image to have in mind
while sacrificing the god of horniness under the blankets that night - had
I known what I know now I probably saved that shot .!

The next morning I picked him up at his flat and we headed straight for the
gym. It was a fine, sunny morning and I was filled with joy about the
world, me, Adrian and the things to come - aching for a nice exhausting
match and to see this perfect muscles in action. I tried to get a glimpse
of his sexy butt through the fabric of his cotton boxers before he covered
them with the shorts at the locker room but not to be too obvious. The
perfect V-shape of his thorax got me another tingling sensation in my balls
and I had troubles to hide the rising member in my not too baggy shorts.

Warm up was pure fun - we tried to determine each others skills and chatted
along for a while punching the ball into the walls in a playful way of
showing off in front of our opponent. Adrian was very fast and so always
had the perfect position to the ball (what gave me enough opportunities to
admire this powerful rugby player's legs of him) but my techniques turned
out to be advanced a bit - this game promised to get interesting.  During
the match I constantly tried to keep my opponent as busy as possible -
first to tire him out and second to enjoy every touch and accidental bump
between this most handsome hunk and me. This tactic kind of worked but he
gave me a hard time due to his amazingly fast moves and his eagerness to
reach every single ball. This way we beat each other in the first 2 sets
and after he won the 3rd one I had to give all I've got to win the 4th to
reach a tie at least. We agreed to quit at that score and call it a day
each prising the others strengths - a quite satisfying solution for both of
us and we promised to go for another "round" soon.

Adrian mentioned the good sauna and recovery facilities at the gym and how
great a few minutes in a hot steamy room would be - who was I to deny him
(and me) his well earned opportunity to relax his aching muscles. But
before entering this oasis of rest you have to take a shower of course -
the very moment of truth I had desperately longed for for more than 12
hours.

We went back to our lockers, grabbed towels and soap and got rid of our
sweaty clothes. Adrian unfortunately stood half hidden by the locker door
so that I wasn't able to see him in his whole glory but got a good shot of
his nicely formed behind. He stripped very fast, was wrapped in his towel
in no time and headed for the showers before I was finished and I had to
shout for him to wait because I was not familiar with the place.  I was a
bit puzzled by his behaviour but the embarrassed look in his eyes when I
reached him waiting in the aisle and a quite prominent bulge under his
towel let me draw my conclusions - Mr. Jock had thrown a woody and was not
keen to be caught. I smiled inwardly and tried to hide my knowledge.

By the time we reached the showers area he was comfy again and we headed
straight on for the very last row of heads. There were a few basketball
guys there bragging along about the points they had scored and the reward
they would get from their girlfriends for that - some of these chicks were
really lucky as far as I could see.!  I chose the showerhead opposite from
Adrian's to have a better vision range - he first stood motionless under
the curtain of water, back to me and gave me a good view of his strong
V-shaped back and the perfect globes of his ass - a sight to behold forever
. I almost started drooling there and then. After just rinse the sweat off
him he began to soap his front still hidden from my eyes but suddenly he
turned and I almost gasped for his sheer male beauty.  There he stood a
perfectly shaped young stud in his prime with just the right amounts of
hair in the right places and a nice set of balls under a semi hard
absolutely beautiful cock covered by a thin layer of foam and water. I must
have stared a moment too long because he blushed and turned halfway back,
looking down - shit . he got suspicious at least!  But my hormones were in
charge already and the only thought I was able to form was how I could get
closer to this image risen from a wet dream?! At this moment I would have
killed for that if necessary!!  I didn't even try to hide my more than half
hard boner.!

Robotlike I soaped and rinsed my body - not too bad as well by the way: not
that broad in the shoulders but a nice slim waist, a firm ass and a set of
tackles not to be ashamed of - a flat stomach below a firm muscular chest -
hairless above the waist apart from some scarce hairs around the nipples
and a decent dark treasure trail from just above my navel to the dark curly
bush around the base of my dick and balls.

I didn't dare to look over to Adrian again but heard his shower ceasing
just a minute before I was done too. We dried in silence and wrapped the
towels back around our waists ready for the steam room, me still quite
aroused and my mind a mess: 'What if he is angry about me staring at his
dick - had I ruined our developing friendship already??' I wasn't sure
about anything any more and followed my rugby hero like a puppy on a leash.

The sauna was pretty dark and almost empty - only one black guy was lying
on one of the top benches.  The heat hit me in the face like a wet hot
curtain I had to close my eyes and held Adrian's shoulder to be let to a
wooden bench in the middle. He didn't repulse this contact and had me sit
down next to him.  While I gradually adjusted to the hot and humid
environment he started to talk to me in a low voice - about him being sorry
for getting wasted the other night and that this hasn't been the fist time
for the last weeks that he woke up with headache and a total blank. He told
me that he is still battling with the loss of his now ex-girlfriend who
left him 2 months ago and alcohol is making it less painful for a short
while. They had been together for more than 3 years and had talked about
living together and even marriage already when she broke up complaining
about his permanent absences for rugby training and games and so on .!  I
listened to him and his grief for that girl and was thinking of a
possibility to cheer him up when I recognised that his right leg was slowly
rubbing on my left thigh still covered by the towel. Observing this
interesting development curiously I continued to listen to his sad story -
he only stopped briefly when the other guy left the room.

My mind was working like crazy by then - driven by a hormone overflow I
tried to make out my chances to hit on this stud without revealing too much
of my cover (the closet!!).  By a sudden impulse I decided to go for it and
lowered my hand onto his uncovered knee - he hesitated for the fraction of
a second and continued with his explanation for the failure of his
relationship.  Encouraged I started to caress his naked knee gently, slowly
proceeding towards the hem of his towel - the feeling of solid muscles
covered by smooth skin and a soft layer of blond hair sent shot after shot
of hot boiling blood into my now raging boner and made my balls rising
towards its base in fast motion.

Adrian had stopped talking and closed his eyes and tiny sighs escaped his
throat - he wouldn't stop me I was pretty sure now! My fingers drew circles
on the inside of his enormous thighs tearing at the small hairs from time
to time and unmistakably steering slowly toward his privates - his cock now
clearly visible as a nice tent in the towel.

I looked up to his handsome face and hold the look of his deep grey eyes
searching for a sign from the depths of his mind to stop or to carry on -
but he was far from being rational by now. Slowly my rugby stud opened his
tree trunk like thighs more to give me better access to my declared aim. I
was in heaven - despite the crazy idea to fondle this straight guys family
jewels in a public steam room my head was swimming and I had to focus on
Adrian's blond furred chest not to pass out at that very moment.  Finally I
reached what I was longing for with my fingertips which made Mr. rugby stud
inhale sharply - playing with this unique structure of solid humming
"steel" beneath velvety skin is one of the wonders worth to live for - I'm
stunned by it's simplicity and perfect design again and again.

Adrian's sample was a masterpiece as far as I could judge from the measures
my fingertips delivered to my brain: about 6 to 6.5 inches but pretty wide
- about 2.5inches in diameter, uncut and slightly upwards curved prime meat
with cylindrical shaft topped by a softskinned round tip half hidden under
a velvety hood. My mouth was watering and my eyes got moist from the sheer
imagination of my friends equipment and I would have gone for it without a
second thought if Adrian hadn't stopped me with a soft "We should carry on
with that elsewhere.!" - there was excitement in his hoarse voice which
made me feel wanted and even loved in a certain kind of way!!

We made the way to my room in a rush - not even caring about our clearly
visible stiffies between the lockers at the gym. I had eyes and thoughts
for Adrian only and was hardly aware of anything or -body around us . it's
a miracle that I didn't get run over by a car or bus.  Finally we got there
and I felt a bit weird about bringing this unbelievable handsome straight
guy who I'd never expected to be more than a friend to my apartment to
seduce him or whatever was going to happen - what if he changed his mind
and would tell around that I'm gay? I mean, I'd be in Scotland for a few
weeks only but rumours spread and you never know.!  My dick was yelling at
me "Go for it - he's worth the risk!" but my mind tried to chicken out.

Adrian rescued me from the battle against my fears - he just behaved
naturally and asked for a beer which I was glad to have on the windowsill -
nice and cool. He sat on my bed facing me sitting on the desk and seemed to
try to explore what was going on inside my head. If he had known.!!?  He
came over and asked whether I was all right - his now dark grey eyes
locking with mine and I put my hand on his chest and caressed his well
defined pecs carefully. I could feel his chest hair moving under the cotton
of his shirt - my fingers slowly encircling his nipple.  The next thing I
remember are his dry lips touching mine with a most gentle gesture - just
the tip of his tongue exploring them adding pressure slowly. Again he took
me by surprise doing that - but he pushed exactly the right buttons at the
right time to let my hormones taking over control for the second time.

I pinched his hard nipple making him moan into my mouth and then we
recklessly chased each others tongues for what seemed like an eternity. He
definitely was a great kisser - sparks of sexual energy took the direct way
down to my groin.  I started to open his shirt to have better access to his
fur covered pecs and the adorable 6pack I had lusted for 2 nights ago - his
warm hard body aching to be touched and admired. He took my head in his
hands nibbling on my ear his fingers in the dark curls of my hair begging
me not to stop.!

I took control over our both bodies and caressing his neck, chest and abs
with my lips, teeth and tongue I proceeded to undress him in slow motion:
his shirt finally came down which offered me his whole sexy upper body -
strong shoulders and powerful hairy arms. While taking care of all this
beauty oraly I got his belt buckle loose and unbuttoned his trousers as
slowly as possible in my sex craving state.  My loverboy didn't move or
even make a sound during this delicate procedure - his hands still on my
head, his thoughts who knows where?!  The wet spot right underneath the hem
of his boxers looked inviting and I couldn't resist to kiss it and inhale
the powerful scent of fresh precum before I started to nibble along this
cute blond treasure trail from his naval downwards. Adrian sighed and run
his hands up and down my back - I wanted to feel them on my bare skin so I
almost ripped my t-shirt off trying to get my tongue as far as possible
under the hem of his boxers.

I was incredible horny by then and my only task was to get hold of this
studs cock in one way or the other. Pulling down his soaked boxers along
with the half opened trousers I urged him to get off his shoes and step out
of the pile on the floor leaving Adrian standing in front of me in all his
perfect young male beauty - irresistible and all mine!

He smiled at me his cute lopsided smile and a shining drop of precum tried
to make its way down from the tip of his delicious fat cock slowly - I
caught it with my tongue and traced it back to his origin probing his piss
slit carefully. Another deep moan from the bottom of my sexy rugby players
chest encouraged me to explore more of his pole - dipping my tongue under
the remaining foreskin over the back half of his pulsating head and
tickling the most sensitive spot of a mans body made him shake with
pleasure. I led my precious backward to the bed trying to get rid of my
trousers and briefs at the same time.

There he was resting on his elbows with cloudy eyes full of anticipation
and his best part sticking right up along his treasure trail and for the
first time since he kissed me I heard his pleading voice: "Please suck me
Paul!!"  Stricken by the vulnerability of this incredible sexy and now
pretty horny guy I got down on my knees and started to worship his little
warrior. Pulling back the excess skin with my fingers I followed the rim of
his cock head with my wet warm skillfull tongue making him shiver again -
then in one swift movement I swallowed as much of his fat prong as
possible. The width of it caused me some troubles to get it down past the
gag-reflex-zone on the back of my throat but with all the enthusiasm I was
capable of finally his still swelling head passed the Rubicon and the fun
could begin.

"Oh my gooooodd.!"  was the comment from above - probably Adrian had never
had his willy as far down a throat before. I swallowed another time and he
moaned loudly to the ceiling. Craving for air I got up his shaft again and
deepthroated his prime meat three or four times fondling his almost
hairless balls with my right hand.  His saliva wet prong was throbbing as
hell by now - probably painful. But there was no sign of pain in his
ecstatic face - only pure joy and lust. Adrian thrust his hips upwards to
bury his boner deeper in my warm wet mouth obviously keen on meeting the
massaging movements of my throat muscles with his most sensitive spots.

Sensing that he was getting close already I got off his dick and down to
the two delicious orbs in their sack. I bathed and pet them in turns in the
saliva filled hot cavity of my mouth and inhaled his very individual scent
of clean healthy adult male genitals. Burying my nose into the folds of his
scrotum near the root of his cock tickled by the few curly blond hairs
there I almost got over the brink myself my cock painfully hard throbbing
and oozing precum all over my thighs and the floor.  Resting in this
wonderful position for a few moments I longed for his gorgeous fleshy sword
entering my ass.

Adrian sat there on my bed shaking with lust and constantly moaning - I
reluctantly released his delicious balls and went further down to the
bridge of solid flesh between his sack and the hidden pucker of his
anus. Lapping his perineum a few times caused deep grunts from my lover and
I had to be careful not to stimulate him too much again.  Going up again
with just the tip of my tongue I passed his balls, the shaft and slimy wet
tip of his dick (giving him a few playful strokes with my lips) his
wonderful love trail, navel and the perfect edgy hills of his pecs with two
very erect nipples (which I chewed at a bit, earning deep grunts again) and
a lot of soft blond fur then further to his strong neck with the sexy
adam's apple up to his masculine dense stubbly jaw line passing his
slightly parted lips with just shadow of a kiss finally getting to the tiny
lobes of his small ears starting to nibble and chew on them.

"Please go on!" my rugby hunk whispered in my ear - coated in a thin layer
of sweat by now.

"Would you like to fuck me??" I asked in return - hearing him gasping as a
first response. It wasn't just my lust driven mind speaking now but my
whole horny body- my leaking boner wetting his crotch and tummy and my
pucker twitching in anticipation.

"Are you sure?" hi ask with recognisable concern?  "Positive.!!"  His eyes
full of sexual hunger Adrian nodded slowly smiling at me with this lopsided
shy smile of him.  I got up to bring condoms and lubricant from a drawer my
heavily drooling hardon proudly waving in front of me while sexy stud got
more comfortable on the bed.  When I came back he was lying there on the
top of my blanket, slowly stroking his beautiful fat cock - which glistened
with saliva and precum. I simply took over and gave him a few more strokes
while I caressed his humming balls with the other hand.

"Have you ever done this before?" I asked him frankly.

"I once tried with a girl but it was too painful for her."

"O.K. let's do it my way then" I said covering the object of my desire with
latex. I laid back next to him and began to lube my hole with KY on the
outside. Slowly inserting one finger after the other and adding more KY I
gradually got myself ready to take the thick boner of him.  I stayed on my
back with my legs in the air and took my lover by his hardon - carefully
pulling him between my thighs. He was co cute there on top of me biting his
lower lip with anticipation - I placed his round headed soldier at the
entrance to the depths of my ass and told him to push slowly.

What a sensation to feel the head of his prong sliding slowly through the
barrier of my sphincters into my well lubed hole - the pleasure started to
rise to my cock and balls and up the back of my spine immediately. I was
dying to feel him deep inside me and shoved myself up his pole until his
pubic hair tickled my cheeks. He inhaled sharply from the sensational
feeling my warm moist moving love chute caused at his sensitive
cock. Adrian stayed where he was for a few seconds, looking at my face
searching for some signs of pain or discomfort. I smiled at him and
encouraged him to go on: "Fuck me stud!!"

He started to pump my horny ass with his fat prong slowly causing me
immense pleasure each time he hit my prostate. My moaning and grunting
seemed to encourage him and he tried different angles and speeds to impale
me on that beautiful fleshy spear. I saw the lust in his eyes and tightened
my ass muscles around his pulsating shaft making him sigh audibly. This
stud was ready for the final round.

Pushing myself up a bit I groped him at the back of his neck and pulled the
rugby stud towards my face, invading his tasty mouth with my hungry tongue
driven by incredible lust and joy. He responded willingly and rammed in to
my hole with all his force a few times.  I wanted him to invade and take my
whole being by now - wanted nothing to hide from him and us becoming one.!

My free hand went down his strong back to the wonderful moving twin mounds
of his firm sweaty ass.  I dived down directly into the valley between them
desperately searching for his delicate pucker.  Hidden by a thin layer of
hair my fingers found the soft wrinkled spot twitching with every thrust of
his pelvis into me.  He moaned into my mouth when I teased his rosette with
the sweat covered tip of my index finger preparing himself for my next
move.

His breathing was shallow and fast by now and from the firm and hard
condition of his ball sack bumping into my buttocks from time to time I
could tell that my lover was very close to the point of no return.  I
sucked on his tongue like there was no tomorrow and with a sudden movement
of my hand I drove the upper 2 third of my index finger into his warm hole.
That was all he needed and with a loud groan he reared driving into me as
far possible and pumped his seed into the condom in countless powerful
strokes. After what seemed to be an non ending orgasm he collapsed on top
of me, continuing to move his pelvis in slow motion rubbing his 6 pack and
the hairs of his treasure trail over the most sensitive tip of my steel
hard erection.

That incredible feeling drove me over the edge - withdrawing my sticky
finger from his manhole I came between our sweat glistening bodies like I
hadn't for a long time the twitching of my asshole around his now very
sensitive cock making him grunt with pleasure again. Long ropes of sticky
semen made their ways form his abs and chest to my body underneath glueing
us together in a heap of orgasmic afterglow.

He stayed in me as long as his shrinking member allowed - when it finally
popped out I felt a deep sensation of loss and regret and wrapped my arms
closer around his strong upper body. We kissed for what seemed like an
eternity chasing each others tongue back and forth in a playful game of
joy. I could smell the musky fragrance of male sex - a strong mixture of
sweat, cum and aftershave. Every single second seemed to last forever and I
never wanted to let him go again.

Still entangled we rolled to our sides Adrian finally getting off of me
laying there next to me still so beautiful in spite of the well filled
condom over his soft willy. I laughed at him and freed his brave soldier
from its hood taking a whiff of his cum before I tied it. I had to try this
directly form the well later on saver sex or not.

Roughly cleaning his body with my tongue I went up and down his frontside
making him smile with pleasure again. I didn't want to be anywhere else at
that moment and feeling the need of a shower for both of us I waited till
he had recovered a bit.

"That was incredible!"  my sexy stud admitted "Is it always like that?"  -
deep grey eyes were searching my face for an answer.

"Depends on who is involved - like always in this world!"

We headed for the shower me dragging him by his hand. It was a great
dessert to our fantastic main course to have my hands all over this hot
body of him and soaping and rinsing him in his most private spots.  He
returned the favour washing my back, neck and upper body plus doing a few
swift strokes around my cock and balls.

I asked him, if he had ever sex with a guy before and he told me that there
had been a few occasions of jacking each other off and getting a blow job
in the showers after rugby training over the years but nothing serious -
just experimenting. I was tempted to ask, what made him change that today,
but I bit my tongue - there are some things in life you just should accept
and enjoy!

He was semi hard again when we got to lay down side by side and I took the
opportunity to suck him again - this time letting him get off into the warm
moist depths of my mouth tasting every single drop of the salty sweet
essence of life.  He went to sleep in my arms and I enjoyed looking at his
peaceful face and body until I travelled to morpheus' realm too.

The next morning I took care of his morning woody with my eager tongue,
lips and throat again while giving myself a good old hand job before we
both had to get up and ready for another day at hospital.!

*********

I don't intent to disclose if there was a sequel of this joyful encounter
yet - any guesses? Hope you and your willy enjoyed this experience with me
- I would be pleased to read your comments and suggestions. You can contact
me via zauberlehrlingeh@yahoo.co.uk

Copyright 2001 Paul Green