Date: Mon, 8 Apr 2013 04:50:17 -0400 (EDT)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: Banister Guy

Banister Guy.

I suppose life is full of surprises, so when Henry asked me around for to
play some games - well was I naive or something? But I never imagined they
would  be the type of games he had in mind.

"I have fancied you ever since I employed you in the company Peter" he
confessed and there was I thinking it was because of my academic ability.

You see what I mean? Naïve or what? But that is me my ex-girlfriend always
used to say and she dumped me because I overdosed on the booze and laid
flat out  on the main road, scaring her to death. But there was something else
too, that  I'll mention by and by later on.

"I don't want to be living on tenterhooks going out with you!" she said
and  that was that.

But it didn't seem to matter much because I could not ever give her what
she wanted and that caused a a bit of a problem in itself.

Naivety again; I never knew I had gay tendencies, not until Henry that was
and then I found out with a big kick up the ass (figuratively speaking)
or, being crude and factually speaking, when he crammed that immense cock of
his  up my ass.

Then I knew I was because, although it hurt like hell the first time, I
actually enjoyed it once the initial agony was over. I love the way he has me
on  the banisters. I call him `banister' boy now because he loves to fuck
me every  way on the stairs, he reckons that is the best way to enjoy all
those positions  we achieve together.

That is how it started really, a tepid love affair at first but soon
developing into a very passionate one.
When I discovered the games he had in  mind were sex games.

After our first meet at his pad and after coffee and a brief chat about
past and present he invited me upstairs to his bedroom and although I was a
little apprehensive at first; because by that time and after the things we
chatted about  - I was well aware of his intentions.

He had this way of looking at me with piercing eyes that looked like he
wanted to ravish me, his posh Oxford accent was a turn on though, really rich
and deep in tone and there was something about him that made ,e shudder
through  and thro0ugh in the most delightful way.

He invited me to go up first, I was wearing my tight blue brush jeans which
 he had already said I looked good in - but now, as I climbed the stairs he
was  raving about the way I moved. Momentarily I felt the brush of his body
behind  and the feel of his hands encircling my thighs, at this point his
face was more  or less level with my hind and then I felt his hands tighten
around the front of  my thighs and raving about the quality of my ass I felt
his first intimate move  as he rummaged his face into the crevice of my hind
and really went to town  rubbing his face into me like crazy.

It was strange, it was sudden but I was enjoying it. My first hesitations
when I tried to resist by moving myself away were soon rectified when his
strong  hands prevented me. I felt a push in the nape of my back as he forced
me to bend  with so much ardor and movement I clung onto the banister rail
to gather some  support as he grasped the buckle of my belt, unzipped me and
downed my jeans  with such vigor and stealth that I felt I was being
attacked by a mad  animal.

As soon as he had downed my jeans his head was into me again, sniffing and
squeezing between my cheeks as he roughly spread them.

It had all happened so quickly and I was beginning to realize what true
homosexuality was all about as I felt his mouth and tongue working my asshole
like there was no tomorrow. In fact everything I may have thought to be
crude  just an hour before was now a sheer delight and the feel if his intimate
oral  touch and the hungry caress of my tackle was making me feel quite
different to  the way I had ever felt before with a girl.

Angela, the one who dumped me, had often tried to arouse me both with feel
and oral but It never worked, I could never get a hard on and she called me
a  wimp and concluded I was `gay or something.'

Now, thinking about it, as Henry busied himself still beneath and between,
prompting me to raise up one leg     on an upper stair for  easier access,
I knew I as gay and that the hell, I was enjoying something so  wonderfully
new and refreshing in my life that Angela, although she was a sweet  girl,
could never have achieved - even when she prompted me to touch her there  it
didn't feel right at all and tp put my cock into her was way out of my
expectations. So instead, having go herself so worked up she yearned for me to
masturbate her, in the back seat of her car of all places, but I just couldn'
t  arouse the interest and the very thought repulsed me, so instead she did
it  herself and I never saw her again.

But there was no repulse with Henry, all the time he was complimenting me
on my splendid ass and how he had always wanted to fuck me, the first time
he  followed me up the stairs (without my knowing, he said) to the office
block  where we worked on IT.

But for quite a time he seemed happy enough to exploit me on the stairs, he
 showed me positions I could never have imagined, like when he laid his
head  beneath my crotch and said to smother him in, what he called; `my glory'
and  with both legs spread so wide apart, one lower and one higher on the
stairs I  enjoyed the most wonderful feel of his presence  underneath me and
he must  have enjoyed me like that for ages, at one time I was concerned he
could not get  his breath but he urged me on not to stop the intensive
smothering, that is what  he wanted so I gave him it until I felt all my bits
beneath were numbed with his  incensed working of me..

"I want to fuck you to death" he said after a pause, his fingers still
thereabouts, teasing and rimming me, slapping me, it was all feeling so
beautiful and I felt the tangs that prompted me to feel him, touch and suck him
and it was sheer delight. The taste was divine, his scent a real turn on and
I  loved the sensuality of his balls.

We play games, there on the stairs, chuckling as I mimicked the way he used
 his full erection to slap my ass by doing the same, and the feel and touch
of  the sheer intimacy of his beautifully defined p-hole was a dream as I
so enjoyed  massaging it with my tongue until I felt the spurt of his pre-cum
over my  lips.

His cock was well developed and I hoped he could get all inside me, it
would be the first time unless you can count those experiments teenagers do
discovering the workings of sex, and I remember having several time enjoyed
the  feel of a bulbous screwdriver handle plunged up my ass with the aid of
lashings  of Vaseline. It took a time but eventually I git it all inside, even
walked  around with it because the feel in movement was divine.

But now this was the real thing and I was thinking a screwdriver handle
could never equal a real life flesh, the sheer pliability of a well-placed
full  erect penis working inside me was a dream I could not wait to happen in
real  life.

And my dream was soon to come true as Henry place me in position so he was
ti the rear and with a few movements on the stairs steps, he found the
absolute  perfect position to access me for that first most important fuck that
would  herald the first of many to come.

It was beautiful, the feel of him first entering me and, with the aid of
his hands, arranging my hips, moving then side to side to help his passage, I
 was able so sense a wonderful feel of sheer ecstasy I could never have
envisaged, working it into me it hurt some, like he said it would, he took it
out and covered it with lubricant and soon it was inside again. All
snuggled up  and warm as I felt the initial again diminish and become a beautiful
feel of a  numbness edged with warmth and delight as he continued the fuck
with deeper and  deeper insertions as he started to thrust in and out of me.

It was gorgeous and I told him so afterwards.

"Just like you, Peter" he said with a beautiful smile and I knew I was his
 for as long as he wanted.

"Forever?" he suggested.

"Forever and ever" I replied. You are my banister guy.

I grew to love Henry every way
He showed me the way I never knew
With  him it was right to be gay
And on the banisters too!