Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2008 17:03:27 +0000
From: john@rabancourt.co.uk
Subject: More Than I Bargained For, 1-2

These are the first 2 chapters of what will probably turn
out to be 10 or 12. Please comment -- even if you don't
like it!! John [also known as horny_dad and lexxjld ]

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More Than I Bargained For

        by John Dawson ( john@rabancourt.co.uk )

1: Fantasy

I stared intently at the small video playing on my
computer screen, even though it was the fourth time I'd
watched it. Only three minutes long, yet it fed into one of
my wildest fantasies -- of being made to come just by
being fucked, without anyone touching my cock.

The man being fucked in the video was about my height
and build: 6'3" with a slim tight body and a thin cock
about 8" long. Like me he had very little body hair, and
large sensitive-looking nipples. The man fucking him was
shorter and hairier, with a medium-sized but quite thick
cock.

Thin man was lying on his back, his knees drawn up to his
chest. His cock was firm but not fully erect, his asshole
glistening with spit or lube. Hairy man knelt between his
thighs and in one smooth movement slid the big head of
his cock straight in, followed by the rest of his length.
Thin man gasped and immediately his cock hardened,
standing straight up from his belly like a steel rod.

Hairy man moved slowly and carefully to begin with,
probing thin man's insides until he found the right spot,
then he gradually began to thrust harder and harder. Thin
man started groaning, and bubbles of precum started to
appear at the tip of his uncut cock. The thrusting
continued, evidently hitting thin man's prostate, because
his cock throbbed and burped out more precum at each
stroke.

Leaning forward more, hairy man wet his thumbs and
stroked thin man's nipples, while continuing his inexorable
thrusts. Thin man moaned loudly and began to raise his
hips to try to match his partner's motions. The flow of
precum was now almost constant. The camera zoomed in,
showing the fucker's hairy stomach sliding over the
bottom's balls, and the pool of precum in his navel.

Sharp barking sounds now came from the fuckee at each
thrust, and the video clearly showed the swelling of his
cock at each jolt to his lovenut. Hairy man began to be
more vocal, muttering, "Take it, take it!" over and over
again. Then a quiet wailing sound started to be heard,
gradually building in intensity until suddenly the bottom
cried, "Oh my god, you're making me come -- oh! -- oh!! -
- oh shit!!!" and a ribbon of white cum launched up across
his belly and chest. He writhed in ecstasy, and at each
push of the cock inside him, more cum sprayed from the
tip of his dick. The video ended with a close-up shot of the
streaks and pools of cum.

I leaned back in my chair, almost on the verge of coming
myself. Usually I'm a top, but just occasionally I fancy a
cock inside me. The only problem is that my boyfriend
Sean isn't a very good top (perhaps I don't give him
enough practice!) and his cock isn't quite big enough to
work me right up to a hands-free orgasm. Don't get me
wrong: I certainly enjoy it when he fucks me, and he has a
particular knack of timing his wanking me off so that I
come just as he does, which makes him groan and me
scream. However, I can tell that it's not as intense as
coming hands-free while being fucked would be.

"Fancy having that done to you, do you?" The voice from
behind startles me -- I didn't know that Sean had come in.
He'd obviously watched enough of the video, and my
reaction to it, to know what I was thinking.

"Oh yes, I wish someone could fuck me like that and make
me come without touching my cock."

"Not satisfied with the way I deal with you, then?" (this
said with amusement, not bitterness).

"Oh yes, you're fantastic when you fuck me. But I would
like to experience the added intensity ..."

"... of a hands-free orgasm," he completed my thought.
"I'll have to hire in a big-cocked rentboy, then, who can
fuck you into submission."

I blushed (not something I usually did for any reason).
"No, I really want to experience it with *you*. I've
nothing against rentboys (and some of the ones I see
advertising in the gay papers almost make me come just
looking at them!) but I feel that it would be such a special
moment if you and I could just manage it while you're
fucking me."

"Stay there and hold that thought -- but don't you dare
come. I'll be back in a minute."

I glanced round at his back as he left the room, and I heard
the living room phone click before he closed the door.

2: Meeting

We had met some months before one Saturday night in a
horrible bar in north London. Vile glittering decorations
failed to hide the peeling damp wallpaper, and the whole
place had a smell of decay and cigarette smoke. It wasn't a
regular haunt of mine, but it was fairly close to home, and
the beer was surprisingly good. Occasionally they put on a
show with a stripper; on those nights there were enough
men around to cruise and, occasionally, pick up to take
home. On this night, though, there were just a few regulars
propping up the bar, and one man sitting alone in the far
corner. His face was too shadowed to see him clearly, but
he often seemed to be watching me.

I walked up to the bar and asked the barman ('Crusty', his
nickname was) for another pint. As I paid I glanced
sideways and saw that the man had come to stand close to
me and was looking at me with a very peculiar expression
of mingled lust, shyness and fear. (I'm a 6'3" skinhead
with a mohican haircut, and quite a lot of men are scared
of me at first.)

He was somewhat shorter than me: 5'10" I guessed, and
had rich longish black hair, huge green eyes, and what
looked like a solid body. His lips were slightly parted,
looking eminently kissable. Above the neck of his t-shirt a
riot of black hair curled. I licked my lips as I visualized
running my hands through it (I'm fairly hairless, but hair
on other men always turns me on). He raised a hand to
nervously brush his hair back from his forehead, and up
his loose sleeve I could see (and smell) fresh sweat
glistening in the luxuriant mat of hair there. I went from
flaccid to achingly erect in about a second -- fresh sweat is
*such* an aphrodisiac for me.

He opened his mouth to speak, and was very surprised
when I put my finger to his lips to stop him. I grabbed his
arm and lifted it so that his pit was exposed, and buried
my nose and mouth in the dank cavern. As I thought of
rooting my cock around in that moist hair, I nearly came
on the spot, it was wonderful. He just looked confused; I
don't think anyone had ever worshipped his armpits
before.

"Do you want another drink?" I motioned to his almost
empty glass.

He glanced down at the glass, picked it up and swallowed
the last mouthful. Then he gazed up at me for a moment,
his expression unfathomable, and said quietly and slowly,
"No thanks. But I hope you want to take me home with
you. It would be undignified to beg, but I will if I must."
He grinned at this last thought.

I grinned back, "As long as I can fuck your armpits," I
said.

"You're a pervert."

"Yes, I know -- but that's not all I'm going to fuck. You
want it, don't you?"

His knees almost gave way at the thought, but he
muttered, "Oh, yes. Oh, *yes*!"

"I suppose we'd better introduce ourselves. I'm Jethro.
During the day I'm a gardener. At night, when I get the
chance, I'm an 'uphill gardener'."

"My name's Sean, I'm a computer programmer, and you
can plough my furrow any time." He seemed more
confident now, and was able to banter with me. "Let's go -
- if we stay any longer I'll tear my clothes off and leap on
you."

"That's how I feel, as well. Come on then, bring your
coat."

It was chilly outside in the wind, and we pulled up our
coat collars while we negotiated the pedestrian crossings
over the extremely busy ring road. When we reached my
block of flats, I turned to Sean and said, "Right, this is it.
Last chance to back out and save your sanity."

"If this is insanity, I'm quite happy with it. Lead on!"

"There's no lift, and I live on the third floor."

"That's OK, when you've fucked me so hard I can't walk,
you'll have to carry me downstairs."

As soon as we got into the flat and shut the door, I turned
to him, seized him in a bearhug, and kissed him
passionately. Man, he was a good kisser! I was rigidly
erect, my cockhead almost poking a hole in my jeans, and
I could feel precum running down my left leg (I never
wear underwear). We pulled apart, both breathing hard.

"Let me have a piss, while I still can," he said, and headed
off into the bathroom. I rushed into the bedroom, moved
my computer off the bed, threw dirty clothes and socks
into the corner, and rummaged in a drawer to find
condoms and lube. When I turned round he was standing
there in the doorway, beginning to take his t-shirt off. I
stopped him, and told him to kneel down. There, he was at
just the right height for me to thrust my aching cock into
his hairy armpit. At first he found this very strange, but
when my cock was glistening with his sweat I pulled it
from his armpit and brushed it under his nose.

"Fuck," he breathed, "I never realised before how sexy
that smells -- how sexy *I* smell. And the sight of your
cock, so hard, so ..." His voice tailed off, his eyes glazing
over with lust. I prodded his lips with my cock and he
stuck out his tongue and licked just the tip. I swear that the
burst of pre-cum this produced felt almost like coming. He
avidly licked it off, then opened his mouth wide ready to
suck my whole cock in.

I pulled back and stopped him. "If you suck me you'll
make me come, and I don't want to just yet. Stand there
and let me undress you." As I had hoped, the black hair
continued down his hairy chest and across his flat belly. It
was in strong contrast to his creamy white skin. I followed
the trail down to his waistband with my finger and he
groaned. While I undid his jeans I looked into his eyes. He
still looked surprised, as if he couldn't believe this was
happening to him. My lips met his just as I unzipped him.
He gasped and his eyes widened. I pushed him and he fell
backwards on to the bed, his feet still on the floor. Quickly
pulling off his shoes, followed by his jeans, I buried my
face in his white briefs and savoured the musky smell of a
man in heat.

It doesn't take much imagination to work out how we
spent that night and most of Sunday. Every time one of us
came we smeared the hot cum all over our chests and
nipples, which just seemed to spur us on to more inventive
fucking and sucking. Sean proved to be an insatiable
bottom -- so much so that we ran out of condoms and I
had to get dressed to go and buy some more. While I was
out I also bought some bananas to prevent potassium
starvation and give us enough energy to carry on. When I
returned, he was lying relaxed on his back on the bed. The
room reeked of cum and sweat, which gave me an instant
hard-on again. Despite all the times he had come, his
erection was sticking up rigidly. I quickly threw off my
clothes, lubed up my arse, rolled a condom on his cock
and sat down hard on it. I'm usually a top, but enjoy a
good fuck from a man I like and trust. After his initial
surprise he soon got into a rhythm, and when I held on to
the headboard and got into a squatting position, he really
hammered his cock into me until he yelled and squirted.

So far it had all been wild sex, but we were now both
shattered, and just lay there cuddling and chatting quietly
about our lives. He rolled over until he was on top of me,
and started to kiss me gently but passionately, while
stroking my mohican. Suddenly I noticed that he was
crying. "What's wrong, Sean?"

"Nothing," he sniffled. After a pause he wiped his face and
continued, "This has been so wonderful I don't want it to
end."

"It doesn't have to end," I replied with a grin, "we can
meet again and fuck like bunnies." He started to cry again.
"I'm sorry, isn't that what you want?"

"Oh yes, don't get me wrong -- the sex has been absolutely
sensational! But Jethro, I feel so close to you now,
emotionally ... Oh shit! I'm such an idiot!"

Totally confused now, I said gently, "I'm sorry, I really
don't understand. Why do you think you're an idiot?"

"Because to you this is just a weekend shag-fest. Next
weekend you'll find another victim to seduce -- you'll soon
forget about me." More tears. "Oh, Jethro ..."

Glimmers of light began to gleam in my sex-fuddled brain.
To him this wasn't merely sex, it was a deep emotional
experience. But was he right? -- was this just a shag-fest
for me? Would I immediately forget about him and find
another hunky man for the following weekend? I pondered
this question for a while. It was certainly an accurate
description of my life so far: a man each weekend -- more
if I could get them -- and some of them so fleeting that I
couldn't remember their faces or their names (if I ever
even knew their names).

With my thumbs I gently wiped the tears from his cheeks.
This just made him cry more, and he stretched out on top
of me, buried his face in my shoulder and began to sob. It
was as I put my arms round him to comfort him that it
suddenly came over me in a rush. Although it hadn't
occurred to me before, this weekend *had* felt different
from all the others. I did care about this man. Hesitantly I
said, "I -- could -- love you, Sean."

He stiffened and raised his head to look at me in
amazement and confusion. Quietly he said, "Whatever you
do, don't just say what you think I want to hear ... I may be
an idiot, but I'm not *that* much of an idiot."

I drew his head down to mine and kissed him, at first
softly, then with growing passion. He resisted for a while,
then avidly joined in, his tongue snaking into my mouth
until we were both gasping. "You're not an idiot, and
you're wrong," I said, "Oh, you're right about the usual
pattern of my weekends -- I'm not one to remain celibate
for long -- but this weekend *has* been really special,
*you* are really special, and I'll say it again: I could love
you, Sean. At the moment I can't say more than that -- but
I can tell you that you're the first man I've ever said it to."

He slid off me, turned and sat on the edge of the bed with
his back to me. I could tell that he was crying again, and I
didn't know what to do for the best. "I'm going to make
some tea," I muttered, "we need to sit down quietly and
talk about this." He sobbed, but nodded.

The tea had its usual calming effect, and we sat there side
by side on the bed in companionable silence until we'd
finished it. Then I half turned towards him and said,
"Look, I'm going to be absolutely honest with you. If
you're expecting, or even hoping, that I'm going to be
monogamous with just you, then this is a non-starter.
You've probably noticed that I'm a horny fucker ..."

"Hah! You can say that again!" Through his tears he
grinned.

 "And I *always* look at other men when I'm out. It's just
my nature. And if they look back and seem interested,
well, I'm not going to say no ..."

"You must have a queue at your door sometimes?"

I grinned. "Let's just say that there have been afternoons
when I've only just had time to straighten the sheets and
dispose of the condoms and used lube tubes before my
next man arrives. And afterwards I've still gone out to the
pub and been sucked off in the back room." Even I
blushed at the next part: "It took an orgy with five
insatiable bottoms and a sling to knacker me completely!"

Sean laughed at this. I was glad to discover that he wasn't
shocked by my total promiscuity. He really was a very
special man, and I didn't want him walking out on me. He
looked at me thoughtfully for a while, then said, "I'm not
nearly as experienced as you. I've had my fun, certainly,
but it's tended to be with one man on and off for a while,
before we go our separate ways. But I've never ever felt
for any of them what I feel for you, just in this short time.
Oh, the sex has been *fantastic* -- actually that's an
understatement, it's been out of this world -- but there's a
lot more to it than that."

"Yes, I sense that, too."

"So if you think we could be more than fuck-buddies, I'd
like to try that, and I don't have any problem with you
looking at other men -- or shagging other men. Or even
having orgies, as long as I'm invited and I can watch." He
smiled. "It would be extremely horny to see you in action
with lots of other men, knowing that afterwards we'd be
going home together and I could snuggle with your sweaty
spunky drained body until you recovered enough to fuck
me." As he said this I noticed that his cock was thickening
again and rising from his thigh to half-hard. I bent over
and stuck my nose in his armpit and my cock immediately
shot to almost painful throbbing rigidity.

"Just one demand ..."

"What?"

"You are *never* to wear deodorant or cologne. I want to
be able to find you, even in the dark, just from the
fantastic sexy smell of your armpits."

"Is that your *only* demand?"

"Oh no, now I demand that you get on your knees while
we get started on this new pack of condoms."