Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2008 00:22:07 +0000 (GMT)
From: George Anderson <george54anderson@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Nice Part No 8.{George Anderson}( M/M )[Part No.8!]

The usual disclaimers apply; sorry, if you're not 18, you'll have to wait!
For those who do read further, this is fantasy (with a tiny bit of reality
early on in the series), and is the original work of the author, who holds
the copyright.  You're welcome to share with a friend, and I'd appreciate
any thoughts/comments. It would be good to hear from.  It really does make
a difference to know that someone has been affected by what they've read -
thanks to those who have written.


NICE 8

"Good morning, Adam; how are you this morning."

"Fine thanks, Mr Chapman."

"Good.  Did you get your assignment finished?  I happened to see your light
on until quite late - hope it was worth it."

The fact that Sarah's father had spotted Adam's light caused considerable
panic; what else might he have seen?  "I .... I hope I didn't disturb you,
Mr Chapman, it's just that, well, I kinda forgot the time."

"No problem, Adam - you didn't disturb me at all - but I hope you managed
to get at least a little sleep?"

"Oh, no worries, there - I slept fine, thanks."  The truth, however, was
quite different.  After his very informative exploration of gay Internet
sites it was entirely understandable that Adam's mind would be filled with
extremely stimulating ideas and images.  He wasn't someone who regularly
remembered his dreams, but on several occasions vivid, sexual thoughts and
pictures had filled his mind, depriving Adam of sleep. And he always woke
at the same point.  It was in the changing room, with Greg, and Greg's arms
were around Adam's waist as he tried to undo the knot in Adam's trunks.
The only difference was that in the dream version Adam looked down to see
Greg's right hand leave the stubborn knot and drop a few centimetres.  At
the very instant of Greg pressing his hand on Adam's erect cock, Adam would
shout out 'Greg!' only to waken up and discover that he had a very painful
hard on.  And jerking off made no difference, the recurring dream always
bringing him to the same aroused state.

"Well, I'm glad you got some sleep, because I thought you might like to
have a go at one of the mountain-bike trails.  It'll just be you and me,
though - Sarah and her mum have to go and get some "retail therapy" in
Glasgow, but they'll be back in time for lunch.  That OK with you?"

"Sounds great, thanks, Mr Chapman."  Perfect, thought Adam - away from
Sarah for the whole morning!

"Get some breakfast, and then we'll head off."  No sooner had the words
left his mouth than Sarah stormed into the kitchen.  "Dad, that's John on
the phone; he says he's able to come after all - will you tell him he
can't!"

"Calm down, Sarah.  Of course John can come - he's more than welcome."

"But he said he wasn't able to, and with Adam here there's no space.  It's
not right that he just changes his mind - I HATE my brother!"

"Sarah, you know you don't mean that - and it's hardly the way to behave in
front of our guest.  Now you go and tell John that we'll be glad to see him
this evening."

If looks could kill, Sarah would have been classified as an Exocet missile!
Giving her father a look of black anger, she turned on her heels, and
returned to the phone. John must have heard every word of Sarah's outburst,
thought Adam, and she did nothing to disguise her feelings: "Dad says we'll
be glad to see you this evening - but that doesn't include me!"  The phone
was slammed down and Sarah stomped her way to her bedroom.

"You know, Adam, there are times when I wonder if Sarah really is my
daughter.  I hope you don't feel embarrassed, and I also hope you don't
mind John sleeping in the other part of your room - I really should have
asked you first."

"No problem, Mr Chapman - it's a family room with heaps of space, so I'm
sure we'll get on fine."

"Thanks for your understanding - I hope you can transfer some of it to my
rather unruly daughter; you'll have your work cut out!"

"I think you're right, there!"  Adam found himself thinking what a nice guy
Sarah's dad was, and he could only hope that John took after his dad.

As if reading Adam's thoughts, Michael offered the reassurance that "John
is totally different to Sarah - I'm sure you'll get on fine.  Oh .... I
hope that doesn't suggest you and Sarah aren't getting on, Adam, but I know
what a minx she can be.  The trick is to give as good as you get - she
appreciates it when someone stands up to her tantrums."

"Thanks for the tip - I'll try my best", but Adam knew that Sarah and he
were finished. If there had been any doubt in his mind, today's outburst
provided a further reason.  'At least I can choose a friend, but the
Chapman family is stuck with Sarah', thought Adam; 'maybe she'll improve
with age!'

"Right, young man, let's head off."  Dropping his voice, Michael added,
"and leave the women to argue between themselves!"  Yes, Adam liked Mr
Chapman.

The mountain-bike trails were fantastic - challenging, but not too much so
- and all the time there was the magnificent scenery as a backdrop.  For
three wonderful hours Adam forgot all his concerns, and was able to enjoy
being a carefree teenager.  With all his energies - physical and mental -
being required on the ride, Adam felt tired, but also rejuvenated, and
after lunch, he set to with fresh vigour, managing to complete his English
assignment with little difficulty.  Feeling rather satisfied with himself
and, given the lack of sleep, Adam felt fully justified in deciding to have
a short nap.  He closed the curtains and lay down on his bed, his mind, for
the moment, calm.

Sleep was welcome, but the arousing images returned ......... obscenely
bulging briefs - huge, hard cocks - cum-covered faces - guys being sucked
off - guys being fucked - Greg, naked and hard - Greg, spreading his
ass-cheeks.  And then there was the porn-type dialogue ........ Yeah! Suck
my dick - finger my ass - deeper, deeper! - fuck me - harder, harder - lick
my balls.  Once again, although not fully aware of it, Adam found his cock
getting ever harder as his imagination ran riot, and he gradually woke from
his slumber ...  "yeah, I like that - oh! yeah - I love it when you squeeze
my tits - can you suck them, too - oh, yeah!"

For a few seconds Adam was disorientated, quite forgetting where he was,
until he recognised the bedroom in the chalet.  But if he could see the
room, and he was awake, why could he still hear the lewd language of his
dream?  The shock of realising that the sounds were not in his head, but
were coming from the other side of the wall, was enough to return Adam to a
state of wakefulness - and panic.  As his mind raced, he considered the
possibilities - and reached a conclusion that seemed as preposterous as it
was plausible - Sarah's brother, John, must have arrived early (glancing at
his watch, Adam could see that it was only 3.30 p.m.) - and ... he must be
gay!

Adam did a mental rain-check: 'You can't slip out, so you'll have to stay
completely still; thank goodness I closed the curtains; does Sarah know
that John is gay?  what if they come into this part of the room?; Oh,
shit!'.  The quiet groaning and soft slurping suggested that the two guys
were enjoying a good oral exploration of each other, and Adam, in creating
an image of what was going on next door, found himself getting pretty
excited, and wishing he could see as well as hear.  He knew that they were
making out on the double bed - and it sounded really raunchy.  The sounds
of sex stopped suddenly, causing Adam to freeze -

"What would you like to try now?

"What d'you suggest."

"We could try the same as last time, but take things a bit further?"

"Sounds good!"

"OK - move!"  Adam broke into a cold sweat.

"Where?"

"Over to the sofa."  Adam saw shadows darken the louvered doors that
separated his part of the room from the rest, but the two guys crossed to
the other side of the room - which was now clearly visible due to a very
conveniently placed large wall-mirror!  Although he was still shit-scared
at being discovered, Adam was highly aroused at the prospect of being a
secret voyeur - and thankful that he hadn't fully closed the doors!

For the first time Adam didn't need to use his imagination.  The guy
leading the way was really tall - well over 6 foot, with dark hair, a lithe
body and long legs that led to a neat, muscular ass.  Purely from his
height, Adam assumed that he was Michael Chapman's son.  The other guy was
smaller, fair-haired, pale skinned and thin, though muscular, and it was he
who was obviously taking the lead.

"Bend over the back of the sofa so I can get at your ass."  And it was a
GORGEOUS ass!  Adam watched with a mixture of disbelief, disgust and
fascination as the dominant guy used his hands to spread John's ass before
spitting at his hole and then proceeding to lick vigorously.  It seemed
pretty gross to Adam, but judging by the moans of pleasure coming from
John, he was loving every minute!  Adam continued to watch the erotic
display, at the same time squeezing and stroking his own cock through his
trousers.

More spitting and licking led to a finger being inserted into John's hole,
soon followed by two fingers, then three.  Three caused a yelp of pain -
"Ahhhhh! Shit!"

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm OK Chris - don't stop.  Mmmmmm!  Oh, yeah - keep going.  You
know what I want."

Chris, Adam now knowing his name, kept to three fingers for a few minutes,
gently sliding them in and out of what must be a pretty tight opening.  "I
think I should get some lube, John, if you want to go further."

"OK - good idea;" - Adam lay absolutely still as Chris removed his hand
from John's ass, and turned back towards the bed - "it's in my bag - at the
right-hand side."

Adam couldn't stop the gasp that accompanied his first sight of Chris's
hard cock - it must have been at least 9 inches long and impressively thick
- and it was now pointing straight at the half open door.  Holding his
breath, and hoping he hadn't been heard, Adam was relieved to see Chris
stop, bend down and take a bottle out of the bag, before turning round and
heading back to the sofa. Squeezing a sizeable amount onto his right hand,
Chris then spread it over and into John's hole, which was now noticeably
stretched from its earlier state.  The lube certainly seemed to make a
difference, and Christ resumed his steady in-out motion.

"Ready for four?"

"Yeah - go on."

The thought of four fingers being pushed into an ass-hole made Adam wince -
and it was obviously painful for John.

Ohhhhhhhh, fuck!  That hurts."

"Want me to stop?"

"No way - I might never be up for this again."

Over the next few minutes Adam watched as Chris pushed and twisted his four
fingers in John's ass, accompanied by a great deal of groaning and
squishing, squelching sounds until he heard John say, "OK - I think I'm
ready now."

"Sure?"  John nodded his head.  "OK - I'll take it slow."

Adam feared the worst for John, and couldn't begin to imagine how it must
feel, but it clearly was Chris's intention to try and get his whole hand up
John's ass.  Adam wanted to turn away - this was really heavy stuff - but
he found his eyes being continually drawn towards the tortuous act that was
taking place only a few yards away. Even though Adam was witnessing
everything with his own eyes, he still found it difficult to believe that
what he was seeing was possible - and why would anyone want to do this?
Was this what gay sex was like?

Chris made his hand as small as possible and slowly, gently pushed.  The
effect on John was instantaneous; gone were the low-pitched groans and
moans, and in their place were high-pitched squeals and whimpers of
unimagined sensations.  John threw back his head as he edged in the
opposite direction, effectively impaling himself.  The room was filled with
the sound of pain and panting - "Ohh, fuck - sshh - nngghhhh - sshh - aahhh
- sshh" until John could take no more.  "Stop, Chris - for fuck's sake,
STOP!"

Chris slowly and carefully slid his hand out of John's ravaged
ass-hole. The only sound was that of John's breathing, slowly returning to
normal.  "Are you OK, John?"

"As OK as a guy can be who's just had a telegraph pole up his ass!  I was
so close, so fuckin' close, but the pain! It was just too much.  Sorry!"

"No prob.  Let's get cleaned up."

"Will we hell!  I want you to fuck me senseless - and I haven't cum, yet!"

"Are you sure you want me to? - Your ass must hurt."

John said nothing, but he didn't need to.  Dropping onto his back, with his
head on the arm of the sofa, he lifted his legs, hooked his arms behind his
knees, pulling them down onto his shoulders.  "Come on, Chris - I'm wide
open; go for it!"

"I'll have to get a condom."

"Why - we're both clean, aren't we?  I need you now!"

Glancing down at John's fantastic body, Chris threw caution to the winds
and slammed into John's open ass.  Adam could hear the slap as the two
bodies made contact and Chris was soon into a fast, steady rhythm as he
pounded into John, who by this time had started wanking furiously.  For
Adam the scene had changed from disgust to delight, and he quickly undid
his belt, pushing down trousers and briefs, and grabbing his pre-cum
covered dick, matching John in speed and vigour as he pulled his meat.

Adam couldn't take his eyes off events next door, where both guys were
obviously enjoying the powerful, animalistic fucking.  Chris then added to
the excitement by lifting John's hand away from his own cock, and replacing
it by his own.  Now each time that he pistoned into John he simultaneously
pulled down on John's hard cock.  The effect was electric, John sliding his
hands over his chest, up Chris' arms, putting his fingers in Chris' mouth -
ecstasy, but without the tablet!

Adam recognised the signs of his own approaching orgasm, and judging by the
sounds that John was making, he must be pretty close, too.  "I'm cumming -
faster - yeah, oh yeah!  Mmmmmmmmmmm!"

Before this instant Adam had only ever seen himself cum, but nothing could
have prepared him for the explosion that shot from John's cock - it wasn't
that thick, but the amount!  And the force!!  And the distance!!!  John's
face, chest and stomach were covered with pools of milky liquid, and he
squeezed the last few drops from his cum-covered dick.  The sight pushed
Adam over the edge, and he, too, produced a massive, hot load, which flowed
over his hand, down his cock and onto his pubic hair.  Thankfully Chris was
continuing to make enough noise to cover any sounds that Adam might make,
and soon his sticky spunk was joining John's.  Smiling, Chris lowered his
upper body towards John and began to erotically lick up their mixed
love-juice.

"Mmm - I love your rich cream sauce.  Want a taste?"

John opened his mouth to receive Chris' cum-covered fingers: "Mmm - more
like rice pudding."

Adam continued to pull on his now softening cock as he watched Chris and
John savour the man-juice they'd produced, before they shared it in a long,
sexy snowball kiss.  "Thanks, Chris - you were fantastic."

"So were you - and the next time, well, who knows?"

Chris stood up, and helped John to his feet, each guy placing an arm over
the shoulders of the other as they headed towards the en-suite shower-room.
Adam was off the bed in an instant, grabbed some tissues to give himself a
quick wipe, and then hauled up his briefs and trousers.  Checking that the
two guys were in the shower-room (how he'd love to be a secret observer),
Adam crossed quickly to the bedroom door, opened it silently, and stepped
into the hallway.

"Where will I find the shower gel?"

Fuck!  Someone was heading into the bedroom from the shower room.  With no
time to close the door, Adam tiptoed rapidly into and through the kitchen,
towards the back door, and escape into the trees.  He daren't look back,
and could only hope that neither guy noticed the open door.  And the next
problem would be meeting John that evening, knowing what he'd witnessed -
and they'd be sharing a bedroom.  Was it anxiety or a sense of anticipation
that Adam felt?  Probably both.  Did he want John to know that he and Chris
had been seen, or was everything just too much to cope with.  Whatever, he
certainly had a pretty good idea of what gay sex was like - some had been a
real turn-on, but other aspects most certainly the exact opposite.

As he recalled what he'd seen and read, Adam's thoughts returned to the
swimming cubicle when he'd heard Greg say - "I'd love to kiss your arse,
and suck your cock."

"Now if Greg really meant what he said, well, I could maybe suggest some
other possibilities......  Now, that could be VERY nice!"