Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2011 07:09:30 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: A Game for Two Part 1

A story of two gay males. Any and all comments welcome and will be answered
except from people under eighteen years of age who are not permitted to
read this under any circumstances.
  Chapter One

     `Do you play chess? It's a game only two people can play,' the virtual
stranger asked me having only been speaking together for about five
minutes. I say virtually, for all I knew at that moment was his name which
he offered to me as I sat down on the bar stool in a bar on B sector. Lucas
Lantell he'd said offering his hand after I'd ordered my beer.
     `Terry Dowding,' I replied, shaking the proffered hand and accepting
my beer from the bartender at the same time.
     `Do you live on this sector,' he asked as I took my first sip of the
cold beer.
     `No. I live on D sector,' I answered. `D twenty.'
     `I'm on D nine, just along from yours.'
     With that, we talked for a few minutes, enough to learn that he was
forty years of age and had decided to retire. At forty I had queried? He'd
been a worker on oil rigs since the age of eighteen and had worked bloody
hard and all the hours he could because the pay was high and had saved and
invested as much as he could and was now comfortably off to stop that
dangerous work. He had a house in England and had bought this villa on D
sector a year previously and was now living in it. On asking if he was
married, he'd said no for he'd found that he preferred the company of men
rather than women. He'd tried living with a girl but couldn't handle the
hassle that she'd brought into his life and so would rather stay single.
     I in turn told him that I was sixty, a widower for the past two years
just after having bought our house. Like him, I had enough money left in
the bank to see me to the proper retiring age of sixty five and was
enjoying my time here instead of working right up to that age.
     Then he'd asked me if I played chess.
     `Yes,' I said, `though I haven't played it much over the past forty
years.'
     I then agreed to give him a game or two in the near future. We talked
for another hour with him telling me of life on the rigs and I related my
early years in the Merchant Marine as we drank a few more beers. After
which I asked him if he had a car and he said that he would be buying one
soon but had walked up to the bar. Now this was a forty five minute journey
at the least on foot, so I offered him a lift back.
     I pointed out my road and carried on to his and dropped him off with a
cheerio and promised to meet him in the bar a few evenings later.
     This I did and we seemed to get on well together so much so that I
accepted his offer to go round to his house for a game of chess the
following day.
     It was early summer and quite hot already and so only wore a light
shirt, a pair of shorts and sandals and found that he'd set up the
chessboard out by the swimming pool under a large sun umbrella. I remarked
on the high walls that surrounded the place and he said that the previous
owner had built them for it was a re-sale. He brought a cool bag out with
some beers in it and a kind of Styrofoam sleeve that your glass could fit
into to keep it cool.
     We played and I lost the first game quite easily from some stupid
mistakes. He won the second one but had to take longer to do so. The third
one finished up as a draw.
     `Well I can see some of the skills coming back to you,' he smiled. By
now we'd taken off our shirts and still we were covered in a fine film of
sweat. `With a bit more playing I can see a strong challenger in you.' I
felt that too, now having to really use my brain for the first time in
years, it was slowly coming back to me.
     `How about a swim? To get rid of this sweat?' he asked as he stood up.
     `I didn't bring any trunks,' I replied.
     `Who needs trunks,' he said, using a toe on each foot to pry down the
leather strap around his heels. `With these high walls, the neighbour's
can't see a thing.' He then pulled down his shorts and kicked them off and
I saw that not only was his chest, hairless, a nice golden brown, but also
the rest of his body. I noted too that he'd been circumcised as I had been,
what, a few years previously.
     He dived into the clear water and I watched as he did two whole
lengths of the pool before coming up for air. I had slowly got up and
divested myself of my sandals and shorts displaying the white middle parts
between chest and legs. He shook his head clear of water and grinned at me
as I dived into the cool refreshing water.
     I surfaced quickly for swimming was not my forte. Paddling and doing
the doggie paddle was about all I could manage.
     `I thought all seamen could swim?' he asked as I paddled to the
shallow end.
     `What, in a six foot square canvas water butt?' I replied standing up
waist deep. `Where did you learn to swim?'
     `Just came natural,' he said as he swam over to me. `Though I did
spend my first eight years diving off the rigs. Though for the most, I was
in those big cumbersome suits with weights to take me down. That's where I
earned most of my money. But then I just used to jump off the rig into the
sea to swim for the sheer pleasure.'
     He then submerged again and brushed past my legs as he did another two
lengths beneath the surface.
     We stayed naked in the pool for about half an hour before he got out
and I watched his strong brown body move so easily across the tiles to an
enclosed toilet and changing room that had been added to the original
building. He came back with two towels, one of which he offered to me as I
climbed out, aware of my growing paunch as opposed to his flat stomach. He
dried himself as I did and he wrapped this small towel round his middle and
got two more beers out of the cooler and went and stretched out on a
lounger, indicating for me to take the other as he handed me a can of cold
beer.
     The towel was a rather small one and with my stomach, the two ends
only just met to be able to be tucked in as I took the can and lay down
opposite him as we popped the tops and drank some of the beer.
     `So you've been widowed for what, two years now?' he said, looking at
me over the top of his can, one leg exposed to the sun through the gap of
his towel. I nodded as I drank. `So what sex have you had since then?' His
voice was soft and low and I got an inkling of where this question was
leading.
     `None,' I replied. He changed tack with the next question.
     `With seven years in the Merchant Navy, did you ever have sex with
another man?' His blue eyes were now looking at me intently.
     `Yes,' I admitted, `though I never got round to playing the part of
being the female.' I knew then what was being offered and I felt my cock
start to respond to what my mind was thinking. I then noticed that he also
now had an erection under his towel for it was lifted slightly in the
middle.
     `Well without having had sex for two years,' he said in a quiet voice
that only just carried over that short distance between us.
     `I wouldn't mind being the female for you if you want.'
     I looked across at his strong bronzed body and had a tremor run
through my body as my cock was now really throbbing at the unspoken
thoughts that were running through my mind. Such was my sexual needs that
the strength of my own erect prick, had forced the towel round my waist to
part though not actually reveal what it was still covering. I saw his eyes
flick down to see that I was indeed aroused and he gave me a small smile.
     `I can see that one part of you wants to.' He leaned across and
flicked the towel away to show that it was indeed true.
     `Shall we go into the house and you can have me in there,' he said as
he stood up, his towel falling away to show that his prick too was
upstanding and quite big it looked too. He held out his hand and I took it
with a trembling hand and got up myself, leaving the towel behind on the
lounger.
     It was in a slight daze that I held his hand and let him lead me over
the patio tiles and through into the house. We walked through into his
bedroom where he turned round and went down onto his knees and took me into
his mouth. I gasped at the heat of him and gave out a shiver as his tongue
roved over the steaming head of my cock.
     `You're a big man too,' he said, briefly lifting his head up off of me
before taking me back in to continuing sucking on me. It had been forty
years since a man last did this to me and it brought back a flood of
memories and I stroked his head subconsciously and knew that I did indeed
want to fuck him.
     A moment or two later, he released me and got up and went to the
bedside cabinet and opened the drawer and pulled out a condom.  I watched
in a state of, not quite shock, but of mixed feelings that this was
happening so fast and I was about to fuck another man after so long. He'd
unwrapped the rubber and now was rolling it down over the length of my
shaft before standing up and getting onto the bed on his hands and knees,
lowering himself down onto his elbows so that his brown bum was up in the
air being offered to me to fuck.
     What bliss to enter such a tight hole after thirty years of a slack
vagina and this also brought back many memories of me being in my early
twenties and fucking anything that stayed still long enough. I was fully
inside him and gently moving myself in and out as I stroked his hips and
waist trying to picture who was the last male I'd fucked. Their images
flashed past through my mind's eye and I couldn't pick out which one it was
but I knew that I had enjoyed having whoever it was as much as I was now
fucking Lucas. Then it hit me that it was nearly three years since I'd last
had sex with my late wife, not two, but such was the pleasure I soon began
to feel that I was about to come and held his hips tighter and began to ram
myself tight up to his thighs. My cock was throbbing and my balls were
aching and it was a most satisfying experience to once again have my cock
surrounded so tightly as I began to jerk inside the body beneath me as I
came.
     I leaned against his hips as I panted away and could now feel the
sweat running down my forehead and chest, some of it dropping onto his
back.
     `You sure needed that Terry,' Lucas gasped, `and it was simply great!'
     There was nothing for me to say, though I really should have thanked
him at the time, but that could come later. I straightened up and pulled
myself slowly out of him and he gave out a small cry as I slipped out and I
saw his arsehole begin to pucker up, back to its normal size.
     I got off the bed and staggered on wobbly legs to the adjoining
bathroom and used some toilet paper to pull off the condom and drop both
into the toilet pan before going back into the bedroom. He was now lying on
his back and smiling up at me and opened his arms for me to move into and
be hugged. I also got a kiss as he held me tight.
     `That was well done Terry. I haven't had a fuck like that for a long
time,' he said, this time, his kiss catching me on the lips.
     `Like chess, this is another game that only two can play.'
     `Yes,' I replied, `but who is the winner in this game?'
     `There's no winner for it's always a draw. Both of us winners but then
neither of us loses either so it's somewhat of a paradox,' he smiled as he
moved up onto an elbow allowing my head to slip down onto the pillow.
     `Seven years in the navy and never the wife in your
relationships. Have you ever wondered what we get out of it? Sucking on a
male cock and being fucked by one?'
     `Yessss,' I drawled out. `I've often wondered that.' I guessed what he
would be asking next and I got a funny glowing feeling inside my stomach.
     `Would you like to just try sucking on me?' he asked confirming what
I'd thought, as I felt his erection pressing hard up to my thigh.
     `Would you come in my mouth?'
     `I would like to and I have some tissues here for you to spit it
out. I prefer to swallow it myself, but that's an individual taste, so the
option's yours.'
     He saw the hesitation in my eyes though it was something that I had
often wondered about for years, to hold another man's cock and take it into
my mouth. Would I get pleasure out of it? I made up my mind to try it and
see if it was something that I would enjoy.
     `I'll...I'll give it a try,' I stuttered, `but don't think badly of me
if I don't do it right.'
     `That I would never do,' he said with a smile. `I think you are
showing a degree of courage to do this.'
     He then moved off away from me and laid down flat on the bed, his
erection, big and looking heavy, lay up on his lower stomach. I moved down
the bed and, though it wasn't the first I'd ever handled, it was to be the
first time I'd ever taken one in my mouth.
     I was pleased to see that my hand wasn't trembling as I curled my
fingers round his shaft and held it upright, feeling it throb and pulsate,
hot and hard as I grasped it firmly. I moved my hand up and down on it,
feeling the silken skin move smoothly over the hard flesh that it covered,
remembering that I had been but a young boy the last time I had done
this. I could feel the strength and power in that weapon as I looked at the
fiery head that was now almost purple in colour, the eye winking at me as
my hand squeezed it near the top.
     He was big enough for my hand to hold it from the base and still have
the head showing above my fingers and looked down on it and marshalled up
my courage to do something that I'd only ever dreamed of doing.
     I quickly bent my head while I was in this thinking mood and took the
head of his cock into my mouth. It was hot and I heard him give out a small
gasp as my lips closed round under the base of it. I ran my tongue round
the head and felt him quiver and I gently raked it with my teeth and felt
that it was rather like a rubber bone that one gives a dog, though a bit
more softer.
     My hand was still moving up and down as I sucked on him and to my
amazement, felt that I was getting another hard on from sucking on him. It
was actually turning me on and gave myself up wholeheartedly to giving him
the satisfaction that he'd allowed me by fucking him. There was plenty of
saliva in my mouth and it moved quite easily in there as I moved it from
side to side as I both sucked and chewed at the same time and it wasn't
long before his hips began to buck beneath my arm.
     `I'm coming Terry,' he gasped, though I didn't need to be told that as
I felt his cock stiffen just that little bit more and I felt the sudden
spurt of his semen hit the roof of my mouth. Not once but several times I
felt his seed spill out of his cock and I kept my lips clamped tight round
the head as he never seemed to stop pumping the stuff out.
     He gave out one big sigh and I felt his body relax under me as I still
held him there, my mouth now really full of him. I pulled my head up,
releasing him and fumbled for the tissues which he passed down to me and
spat out his coming and wiped my lips, but still felt and tasted the
residue that was there, which wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. The
head of his cock was still hard and coated in both my saliva and his sperm
as I looked it being still held upright in my hand.
     Even though I had spat out his coming, I couldn't help myself but to
put my head down and lick and then suck what was left to come out of him.
     `For a first time that was very good Terry,' he said, not a hint of
condescension in his voice for which I felt foolishly pleased about. I
moved back up the bed and as he had opened his arms, I naturally moved into
them.
     `Can I kiss you to say thank you?' he asked. I nodded and didn't feel
anything unnatural about us two men kissing each other. They do say that
you feel as young as the other person you are with and I certainly felt
that way at this moment. It wasn't until I snuggled down into his arms and
lay my head of his chest did I realise that it was him holding me as though
I was the female. But it felt comfortable to be held like this and I just
lay there content, stroking his flat stomach and wishing mine was like it
used to be.
     We lay like this for awhile, each with his own thoughts until he
stirred.
     `Would you like to stay for some dinner? It'll only be a stir fry with
a side salad and some of that nice crusty bread, oh, and a bottle of wine
or two,' he added.
     `I'd love to,' I replied as we then got up from the bed. He went over
to a chest of drawers and pulled open a lower one and brought out some
pieces of material.
     `Here,' he said, tossing me a piece. `In case you feel bashful about
walking around naked. It's used like a sarong. Just wrap it round your
waist and tuck the ends in,' which he was doing now with his piece. I did
the same for he was right in the fact that I didn't really want to walk
about naked. Well, not quite yet.
     The stir fry was only a packet mix dumped into a large frying pan and
stirred constantly. I did this while he made a mixed salad and set up the
condiments and cutlery at a table on the patio just outside of the kitchen
door. I was surprised to see by the kitchen clock that the afternoon had
flown by and it was now early evening.
     Dinner was ready and I carried the plates outside and saw that he'd
even lit a small table lamp which made it nice and cosy. The evening air
was warm but thankfully not humid and it was quite pleasant to dine a la
fresco for a change. The salad was good as was the wine, one bottle of
which disappeared quite fast. We even had brandy and coffee afterwards as
darkness began to fall.
     `Terry,' he said, leaning forward and placing his hand over mine on
the table. `Would you please stay the night with me?' It was an earnest
entreaty for I could see this plea in his eyes. I thought that my car was
inside my plot and the gates were locked as was the house and there wasn't
anybody or real reason for me to go back that night.
     `I'd love to,' I said, turning my hand round under his so that they
could be clasped together. I wondered as I looked at him if my eyes shone
as brightly as his were doing as I said this. He gave my hand a squeeze
before letting go to pick up his brandy. It was nearly ten minutes before
he spoke again and this time it was with a husky voice.
     `Shall we go to bed then? The dishes can be left till morning.' He was
smiling as he stood up and held out his hand which I took and we went back
inside the house. It was now dark inside but he turned on a table lamp in
the lounge and then left the bedroom door open after we'd walked inside. In
the faint glow of this lamp from the lounge, I saw him take off his sarong
and get onto the bed, already half erect and his body now looking almost
black in that light and as I took off mine, the white strip around my waist
showed up quite clearly.
     I got onto the bed and automatically went into his arms and we held
each other, both on our sides facing each other.
     `Can I kiss you again?' he asked.
     `Please do,' I answered him and he moved in closer so that our bodies
touched first before our lips met. I suppose living with someone else for
so many years had led to my past kisses being more of a token rather than
one of passion so it was a welcome surprise to feel that I was being now
kissed in this fashion. So much so, that I began to reciprocate and had no
qualms about opening my mouth to let our tongues play with each other. If
our cocks were not mashing themselves together, why shouldn't our
tongues. It was both sensual and exciting to be once again kissed in this
fashion and held him tight as our fervour mounted. He finally broke off.
     `Make love to me now Terry. I want to feel you inside me,' he said in
an almost begging voice. We broke apart, me panting with the passion that
he'd aroused in me and I wanted nothing better than to stick my prick up
his arse and fuck him. There was no more foreplay as we feverishly tore the
condom packet apart between us and I rolled the condom down over my
erection so he turned round and presented his backside to me. Even in the
dim light I knew where I was going and quickly was between his legs and put
my prick up to his entrance and held it there with my body as I placed both
hands on his hips before pushing forward and sliding up into him.
     I didn't crow but made some sort of noise I know as I felt his body
heat surround my throbbing penis as I pushed right in till my thighs met
the cheeks of his bum and could go no further. He gave out a delighted
gurgle as I filled him and then it was into the fucking mode I went, moving
my hips back and forth to make my prick shaft him. That all encompassing
pressure around my tool was a thrill and gloried in the pleasure that I had
denied myself for so many years of fucking another man.
     I think he was enjoying it too for he used many superlatives during my
fucking of him but, like all good things, it was soon coming to an end and
that end was the tip of my cock that began to shoot out my sperm into that
condom deep up inside his backside. My hands were holding his hips tight up
to my thighs as I ground myself into him, giving little jerks as I came and
almost drooled at the pleasure and the release.
     I was panting heavily when I'd finished and half lay over his back as
my cock gave out its own involuntary spasms to try and rid the tube of my
semen.
     `Don't pull out yet,' Lucas asked of me as I felt his body start to
slide down onto the bed, carrying me down with him till I was then full
length, flat on his back with my cock still up inside him. `This is great,'
he said as I felt his muscle keep giving me a squeeze and so I rocked
myself on him and simply loved it.
     But we eventually parted and he eased himself up a little so's not to
pull the condom off me and leave it sticking up his arse. He gave out that
little cry as I finally slipped out of him and slowly got off the bed to
stagger through to the bathroom to dispose of it along with the tissues
used to pull it off. He was lying on his back as before when I returned and
now it seemed automatic to go into his strong arms and be kissed, his
erection digging into my stomach as we did so.
     This brought to mind the question that I had wondered about for many
years as to what would it be like to have an erection such as this pushed
up inside of me. What made men like Lucas like being fucked up the arse by
another man? There must be something in it for them to keep on wanting it
and spending their lives living and having men instead of a woman. I knew
that by staying overnight I was going to be asked and I think by the fact
of me saying yes meant that I was very shortly going to be asked if I would
become the woman in this burgeoning relationship. The question wasn't long
in coming.
     `Terry,' he said, as we lay in each others' arms. `You've already
taken the first step by going down and sucking on me...'
     `The answer's yes,' I said interrupting him. `For many years now I've
wondered just what it would be like to play the part of the woman and be
fucked by another man, and this seems to be the right time to find out. All
I ask is to be gentle at first and see if I can cope with it.'
     `You darling,' he breathed, giving me a multitude of kisses which made
me wonder if he'd rather play the role of the female in this game that only
two can play. He'd moved on the bed to get out another condom as I got up
onto my knees and leaned forward onto my elbows and knew that I had reached
my moment of truth in respect of whether I was really a homosexual and had
secretly wished to be for all those past years.
      I was already trembling as I felt him move in between my legs and
gave a start, well a flinch really as his hand came to my hip first and
then felt the head of his covered cock touch the very entrance to my
backside.
     `The secret is to relax,' Lucas said in a soothing voice. `Just relax
that muscle otherwise it might hurt. Just relax, he kept repeating as I
felt the pressure of his cock there ready to be pushed in. His free hand
was stroking my waist and thigh to this purpose and I tried my hardest to
do so and he must have sensed the right time for he suddenly moved and I
felt my arsehole expand as the head of his cock was pushed in. My muscle
was too late to react and I felt him expand me and then it was inside and l
felt the whole length of him slide in and fill me.
     God what a sensation that was of having that space filled in the
opposite way to what it was normally used for. It was incredible that I
felt every vein of his shaft press against my insides as he really filled
me and got a surge of delight as his thighs met my bum and I could feel his
throbbing cock pulsate inside me.
     I had given a grunt at the first entry and my mouth had hung open and
I found that I was now drooling and quickly closed it and swallowed all the
saliva that had collected there. What have I been missing all these years I
gurgled to myself as both hands were now on my hips and I began to feel him
slide in and out of me as he started to fuck me. I think the pleasure was
greater than what any woman experienced for it being that much tighter and
therefore more feeling was given to all the nerves that I had up there
inside me that this cock was now ploughing through and giving me such joy.
     I trembled, shivered and shook to all the different sensations that
were flowing through my body, the nerves all alight and giving off little
sparks of electricity that made me jump and twitch at every movement of
that big cock moving in my back passage. Don't stop I silently begged as he
held me firm as he rode me, pressing himself hard up to my bum and I also
felt his balls sometimes slap the cheeks and it got even better as he
started to come. Holding me tighter, his pace increased and I felt him
swell even harder as he gave out a gasp and held me tight to him as he
jerked himself off inside me. I could have shouted out with glory at this
feeling that he was giving me as I felt his cock pump out his seed into the
rubber and wondered what it would have felt like if this condom wasn't
there between us. He gave out one final strangulated cry as he slumped over
my back and this sudden weight bore me down onto the bed and then had his
full length atop of me, his cock still twitching inside me.
     This being the female of the coupling was just as good if not better
than being the man on top I said to myself as I felt him kiss my neck as he
panted, striving to get breath back into his lungs.
     `You perfect diamond,' he managed to get out as he regained his
breath. `You don't know what you've just done for me.' You don't know the
half of what I've done for myself, I silently said. I liked playing this
part and gave out a cry as he suddenly pulled back and out of me, the cold
air, or so it seemed, wafting round my bare arse as he moved up off of me
and I almost sobbed at this sudden loss of what had just given me so much
pleasure.
     I still had tears in my eyes when he returned from the bathroom, but
this time, it was my arms that were open for him. He almost fell into them
as I kissed him repeatedly.
     `Oh Lucas! I never knew that it would ever feel that way. It was
so...so...wonderful,' I cried through my tears. `If only I'd known... I
wouldn't have wasted all these past years.' I was really crying now, from
experiencing what not many people have and I couldn't have felt any happier
as I did at that time as I held him close to me as I kissed him.
     I was hooked. Just once being fucked by another man and I was a goner
in terms of only being the male partner in this game that only two can
play. I wanted to be the wife! To be fucked until kingdom come, well till
he came at least. I loved it and I loved the man that had turned me from a
male chauvinistic to being a male who only now wanted another man to make
love to me. To be taken and treated as a woman, to be loved and fucked at
the same time. This late in life I learned what I had been unknowingly been
missing and that was a rampant male cock up inside me.
     In his arms I now cuddled close to him with my head on his chest,
sucking and gently teething his nipple, content with having finally found
myself. As we lay in each other's arms, I reflected back at how, after my
wife had died, I took to putting on one of her nightgowns before going to
bed, smelling her perfume that still lingered in it. Imagining that I was
her and that it was her hand that fumbled under this gown to bring about my
orgasm, coming in the folds of this negligee.
     I'd even gone so far as to start putting on her underwear, suspender
belt, stockings and bra and posing in front of a mirror, seeing the
incongruity of a male erection jutting out. Even so, the sight was enough
for me to masturbate over the image I had presented of myself. Now, maybe
with Lucas, I could do this again and instead of the dreaming of having a
man take me, have the real thing of him fucking me while I wore this
underwear. But these were just sleepy dreams that went through my mind as I
drifted off to sleep.

To be continued.