Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2008 21:57:00 +0000 (GMT)
From: George Anderson <george54anderson@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Nice Part No 9.{George Anderson}( M/B )[Part No.9!]

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 you.  It really does
make a difference to know that you guys have been affected by what you've
read - thanks to those who have written.  Sorry this has been a bit longer
in appearing, but I hope it's been worth the wait; please let me know!


NICE 9


It was around midnight when Jordan slipped beneath the sheets, but although
it was a little later than the norm, there was so much on his mind that he
remained stubbornly awake. He'd always found Greg attractive, and when he'd
shown up without Adam, it had seemed an ideal opportunity for testing the
waters.  As he cast his mind over the previous few hours his emotions
ranged between euphoria and despair, his conscience wrestling with opposing
views of events.

"Yeah -- and you loved every last second of it, didn't you?  And anyway,
he was the one who tossed you off, so you're in the clear."

"You seduced him!  You knew he'd be naked, and you wanted to see how things
would develop."

"You loved it when he wrapped his hand around your cock, then played with
your balls, and gave you the biggest load you've had in months."

"You should have said `no' when you had the chance.  What you did was wrong
-- you're his teacher."

"And then you got him really turned on when you squeezed his tits and gave
him a hot rimming -- remember that tight ass, those delicious balls --
and that fantastic dick!"

"You allowed your cock to over-rule your brain -- it was lust, not love,
and you abused your position of trust."

Jordan turned his head to the left -- and viewed an empty, loveless bed
-- was it so wrong to allow himself some pleasure, especially when Greg
had so obviously needed a supportive friend?  Jordan had many good friends
-- he was that kind of guy -- but despite their number, not one could
be called a close friend.  And certainly not a lover -- all his male
friends were determinedly straight.  As Jordan allowed his left hand to
caress the sheet he continued to think of what might be, both the good and
the bad, if he allowed the relationship with Greg to develop.  There was
absolutely no doubt that he had taken a real shine to his young pupil, and
it was being reciprocated -- and how!  But the risks for both of them
were considerable.  Was it fair on either of them to place a few moments of
pleasure above everything that each had worked for?

With confused thoughts continuing to occupy his conscious mind, Jordan
began idly fondling his cock and balls.  Before long the stimulation
produced the familiar, comforting effect.  No need for any porn or one-
handed reading tonight, and before long Jordan had thrown off the covers as
his right hand slid rapidly up and down the length of his hard cock, his
left hand rolling and squeezing his balls. Despite spilling two large loads
earlier, the inevitable climax arrived quickly, but this one was tinged
with doubt and guilt.  One certain thing was that nothing could be undone,
and Jordan's acceptance of that was enough to allow him, gradually, to slip
into a deep, if not particularly relaxing sleep...

Greg, too, was finding sleeping difficult.  For the teenager, the previous
few hours had been an astonishing roller coaster of a ride.  He still
couldn't believe that he'd actually come out to anyone and, even if he
could accept that, what followed had taken Greg beyond his wildest, most
perverted imaginings.  He'd even fucked a guy -- his own sports teacher,
at that -- the fantasy of so many teens who found themselves with a crush
on a teacher.  Greg also took onboard all that Jordan had said regarding
the risks of being found out; he'd certainly enjoyed his first experience
of male/male sex, and while he hoped for a repeat performance very soon, he
might need to be rather patient.  But, in the meantime, nothing could take
away the memories. He recalled the two words -- "I'm gay" -- that had
completely changed his life, and recalled also his fear of how Jordan would
react.  And yet that emotion had soon been replaced by the most amazing
sense of calm and right.

Greg spoke his thoughts aloud; "How could anyone object to two guys making
love to each other?"  Yet he knew how difficult it was for anyone,
particularly in school, to be in any way different -- he'd seen how they
were treated.  What if he'd come out to Adam -- what if Adam had been
gay, how would the two of them have been treated?  Would Jordan have
supported them? Might he have come out to them?  Greg recalled his lifelong
friend and how much he'd wanted Adam to be gay, how much he'd wanted to
reach out and caress his friend's slender body.  But, of course, all that
had been in the past, and was never going to happen after Sarah came along
and spoiled everything.  Strong feelings of hate welled up inside Greg,
dark clouds of raw and mixed emotion troubling his mind as the tears flowed
down his cheeks.  He didn't blame Adam, but Greg's anger was real, and
largely directed against himself for not trusting his life-long friend.
Would Adam have accepted a gay friend?

It didn't really matter now -- things had changed, and Greg's thoughts
took a more positive direction as he thought of his handsome, sexy lover.
"Did I really just call Jordan my lover?  Wow!  I guess I must really be
gay!"  For Greg to have moved from a world of closeted fantasy and,
finally, to have admitted to himself and to Jordan that he was, indeed,
gay, was pretty awesome.  The enormity of his decision hadn't fully hit
home as he drifted off into a state of bliss, the large, throbbing bulge in
his briefs, however, a clear indication of what Greg hoped for the future
...

Saturday morning dawned, bright and beautiful.  Jordan stretched out in his
bed, arching his back clear of the mattress, before relaxing and lying,
eyes closed, as he recalled events of the previous day.  There was a lot to
think about -- but it all involved one common link - Greg.  It was
difficult to comprehend what had happened, and the speed of it all was
truly amazing.  From being a fairly contented, celibate young guy, he was
now in the lucky position of having a young admirer who, in addition to
being good looking, was desperate to further his gay experiences -- with
Jordan!

During the previous night's short journey to Greg's home the two had talked
about the evening they'd shared, and what might be on the plans for the
weekend.  Greg, of course, was keen to spend every waking minute (and every
sleeping minute, too!) with his hunky sports teacher.  Jordan would have
been happy to fulfil each and every one of Greg's wishes, but at the back
of his mind was the real concern that they had to take things slowly and
carefully.  One single unguarded action or comment could be decisive, and
Jordan loved Greg too much to hurt him in any way.

The telephone interrupted his thoughts - "Hello?"

"Hi, Jordan.  It's me, and mum says it's OK!"  Succinct, if a little short!

"That's great, Big Guy.  I'll call round about 9.30.  That OK?"

"Great.  See you!  Bye"

"Bye."

The trip to the Falkirk Wheel was one that Jordan had wanted to make ever
since he saw the photos of the amazing structure.  And now he'd enjoy it
even more with his younger companion -- a great day out in great weather,
and with great company.  What could be better?

Jordan had never met Susan Oliver, but made the correct assumption that the
attractive woman standing in the doorway of Greg's house was his mother.
Jordan thought it best to introduce himself to Mrs Oliver, and reassure her
that her son was in good hands.  "Hello, Mrs Oliver -- I'm Jordan
McIntyre, Greg's PE teacher.  I'm very pleased to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr McIntyre.  You've obviously made quite an
impact with Greg -- he's hardly stopped talking about you!  I do hope
he's not being a nuisance?  And I also wish he'd get himself down the
stairs -- Greg, Mr McIntyre's here."

"Coming, mum."

"No worries. Mrs Oliver.  Greg's a great lad, and I'm delighted to have his
company.  You're sure you don't mind him coming with me?"

"Not at all -- it's very kind of you.  I've given him some money, so I
hope you'll have a lovely lunch somewhere."

"That's very thoughtful, but not necessary.  It's my treat."

Greg appeared behind his mum, gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and slid
past her in the direction of Jordan's car.  "Thanks for the cash, mum.  See
you later."

 "OK, Greg.  I hope you both have a super day.  See you later.  Greg!  -
you're not..."

"Bye, mum!"

Susan Oliver stopped herself saying anything to save her son's
embarrassment, but she certainly would have something to say when he
returned!

Jordan turned to walk down the path, Greg having already made his move
towards the car in the hope of escaping.  It was only then that Jordan
really saw Greg -- and quite a sight it was.  With the weather being warm
and sunny, Greg was wearing a short-sleeved top, which really flattered his
fine physique, but his shorts!  Had Greg had a pimple on his ass it would
have shown due to the sheer, silky fabric that moulded itself to his butt.
Erotic photos of young guys (often more stimulating than the hardcore
variety) had always been a turn on for Jordan, and Greg could have stepped
out of John Andresen's "Shutter" magazine.  And Jordan daren't begin to
think about the front view!

With both of them in the car, and giving a friendly wave to Greg's mum,
Jordan wasted no time in heading off, waiting until they were round the
corner before passing any comment on the figure-hugging shorts.

"Where did you get those?!"

"Like them?  I wore them specially for you"

"I love them -- but you're liable to get arrested," adding, with a laugh,
"BIG Guy!"

"I suppose they are kind of ... revealing, but I hoped they might, you
know, be a turn-on for you?"

"You're not wrong on that count, Big Guy -- they are hot -- and so is
what's inside!"

"And you look hot, too" adding with a knowing wink, "and pleased to see me,
I think."

Jordan followed the direction of Greg's glance -- right down to his own
crotch, where there were definite signs of growing interest!

Jordan actually blushed a little -- "Maybe, Big Guy -- maybe.  How long
did it take you to get into those things?"

"Not too long," adding, with a devilish glint, "But I can get out of them
really fast!"

"I'd rather you stayed in them -- at least for a while.  Mmm -- REALLY
sexy!"

Now it was Greg's turn to blush -- "Thanks."

The journey north took a little under two hours, but the time, like the
scenery, sped past, with the conversation never flagging.  Jordan tried his
best to ignore the extremely hot young guy sitting on his left -- at
least Greg's top was covering his crotch, which helped Jordan focus on the
road ahead, though the temptation to have a thorough grope was almost
overwhelming.  Talking with Greg was really easy, and there were plenty
things to discuss.  Greg enjoyed finding out more about Jordan's
background, and Jordan, in turn, learned a lot more about Greg, his family,
and what made him tick.

Greg, understandably keen to know more about Jordan's sex-life, wasn't
quite sure if it was OK to probe Jordan on such a personal topic, but after
their making out in the shower the previous day (was it really less than 24
hours?), he reckoned it was all right.  He really wanted to know if there
was a boyfriend waiting in Canada, or perhaps even in Scotland, but it
seemed that Jordan had never found "Mr. Right", and since arriving on this
side of the pond he had never ventured out on the scene.

"I could easily go up to Edinburgh at the weekend -- sure, there's lots
of good-looking guys, but, well, I kinda hope to meet someone where there's
more than just sex to keep us together.  Don't get me wrong -- I really
enjoy a hot, steamy time with another guy" -- Jordan gently rubbed his
left hand up and down Greg's firmly muscled thigh -- "but I also enjoy
good company.  Like now."

Greg loved the feel of Jordan's hand on his leg, and though he would have
liked things to have gone further, he wanted to let him know that he valued
his support and friendship -- might it be love?  Lifting his left arm
over his body, he stroked Jordan's tanned, hairy arm, looked into those
compassionate eyes, and smiled.

Journey over, it was time to explore the fantastic ship lift, an awesome
feat of engineering, and a thing of beauty.  Both guys enjoyed being able
to share the experience, each glad to have the other's company, and point
out small, interesting details things that you fail to see on your own, but
which you look for when you're with a friend.  Eventually they found
themselves in the Visitor Centre, each deciding to wander around on their
own.  Jordan found it most amusing to view events from the sidelines,
watching the effect Greg had on others in the Centre.  One guy in
particular couldn't take his eyes off Greg -- is there such an offence as
visual rape? -- though he avoided making it too obvious.  Wherever Greg
went, the grey-haired, middle-aged basket-watcher wasn't far behind.  "No
need to guess what his jerk-off fantasy will be tonight," mused Jordan,
"and who can blame him!"

Greg, the naïve innocent, was totally oblivious to his stalker as he moved
from one display to another.  The tall, blond teenager exuded sexuality
-- a handsome young man with a lithe, athletic body, which his top only
partially disguised.  Unlike his tight -- boy! were they tight ?! --
shorts, which did absolutely nothing to disguise a delectable, toned ass,
and a prominent package that virtually shouted, "Look at me!"  Which is
exactly what Jordan had been trying hard not to do during the 2-hour
journey.  He didn't want Greg to think that all he was interested in was
sexual satisfaction -- for Jordan, sex was something he tried to keep
special.  But the prospect of the return journey, with the same
close-at-hand temptations, made resistance increasingly challenging for the
hunky Canadian.

With several hours left of what, so far, had been a fantastic day, the pair
returned to the car, and began the journey south.  Jordan was still
struggling to focus on the traffic, but he frequently found his gaze drawn
towards the tempting, swollen mound of boy cock that nestled between Greg's
muscular inner thighs. There was no doubt that he was developing a strong
attachment to his younger friend, and he also knew that Greg was keen to
develop his own sexual skills and experiences, but there would be plenty
time for that.  He wanted the sex to be part -- an important part,
certainly -- of what he hoped would be a strengthening relationship

"Would it help if I opened the window, Jordan?"

"What d'you mean?"

"I wondered if it might help you cool down -- you seem pretty hot."

Jordan knew he'd been rumbled, and appreciated the "double entendre" of
Greg's final remark.  He laughed before replying, "Is it that obvious?"

"It is -- to another gay guy!"

Immediately they were transported back to the incredible moment that had
taken place less than 24 hours previous. Greg gave the most wonderfully
cute smile.  "Well, I've been trying my best to get you to notice me, but
either you're a brilliant actor, or you're straight!"

"How could I not notice you, Big Guy?  Me, plus every other hot-blooded gay
guy had their eyes glued to your ass or your crotch -- or both!"

"You mean like the grey-haired guy that followed me around the Visitors'
Centre?  He was practically drooling."

"I didn't think you'd seen him.  You're not quite so innocent as I thought,
are you?"

"Maybe not."  Taking Jordan's remark as his cue, Greg summoned up the
necessary nerve to ask ...  "I was wondering if you'd like to ... continue
... where we left off last night.  I thought you might like to ...  well
... you know ... swap positions."

The question was not unexpected, nor, if Jordan were being honest,
unwelcome.  However, it was a little too soon.  "That's a pretty big step
you're suggesting, Big Guy."  The last thing Jordan wanted to do was make
Greg feel that he'd overstepped the mark.  On the contrary, he found the
idea of popping Greg's cherry a real turn-on.  Turning to look at the
pleading face, Jordan wasn't sure how best to proceed, but it was obvious
he'd have to respond pretty quickly if Greg weren't to start thinking he'd
made a major mistake in asking.

"Let me ask you a question, Big Guy.  When I asked if you'd like to come
with me today, what made you say `yes'?"

There was only the briefest hesitation before Greg responded with "I wanted
to spend the day with you, and to visit the Falkirk Wheel."  Jordan decided
to probe a little deeper.

"Thanks, Big Guy, but I take it you were you hoping for ... what should I
say ... a little ... action, perhaps?"

"That could be good -- but only if you wanted."

"OK.  So how would you feel if I said I didn't want to?"

Greg didn't know how to respond.  Was Jordan saying that it was all over,
that yesterday's events were no more than a short-lived thrill.  Greg could
hear his heart thump-thump-thump as he tried to take in what Jordan had
said.  What was he going to say?  No words came.  For Jordan it was a
frightening silence that said so much more than words ever could.  He knew
he had to explain to Greg, but it was impossible to do that while driving.
The large `P' sign indicated a lay-by in a few hundred yards -- the
longest 400 yards of Jordan's life.  He indicated left, slowed down and
turned onto the old, twisting section of the road.  Pulling on the
handbrake and turning off the engine, Jordan turned to see a deeply sad,
tear-stained face.

"I'm sorry -- I thought you liked me."  The pain of Greg's sense of
rejection was searingly sharp and intense.  Jordan's heart melted, and what
he'd been thinking over the last few hours was suddenly forced out into the
open.

"Greg -- I don't like you ... I LOVE you!"  The words couldn't be
retracted, but hung in the air as both guys considered the implications of
what Jordan had said.  The silence, broken only by Greg's gentle sobs and
Jordan's heavy breathing, was palpable.

"That's a joke!"

"Don't you see, Greg?  It's because I love you -- really love you --
that I don't want us to resort to a few minutes of fun, fucking on the back
seat of my car.  If I'm horny, I can have a quick wank -- bingo!  Problem
solved.  But if I'm in love with someone, I want to make love to that
person -- and that person is you, Big Guy ... You ... I'm in love with
you.  And when we make love together, I want it to be special, to be
memorable.  If you want to grant me the honour of taking your virginity, I
want us both to remember it as a beautiful experience that we'd thought
about, prepared for, and enjoyed.  Too many guys go for the `Slam, wham,
thank you, Sam' approach, but I'm not one of them -- and I hope that
applies to you, too.  Does it?"

Greg, whose head had hung forward, allowing his chin to rest on his chest,
turned slowly towards Jordan.  A series of small nods accompanied the soft
"Yeah", which was all that was needed for Jordan to reach out and pull
Greg's head onto his chest.  As Jordan gently stroked Greg's hair, he
delicately placed a few kisses on the teenager's smooth forehead.

"You have got me all shook up, Big Guy -- I haven't felt like this about
anyone -- ever."

The puzzled look changed to a beaming smile as Jordan lifted Greg's hand,
bringing it to rest on his lap.  Greg felt the hot, hard throbbing cock
that pushed against the fabric of Jordan's trousers, and allowed his
fingers to gently explore the firm tube of flesh.

"See what you do to me, Big Guy?  You've wakened the trouser-snake, and
he's pretty angry."  Jordan hoped that some gentle, rather silly humour
might help calm the situation.  Greg responded in kind.

"I can feel that;" adding with an appealing air of innocence, "What do you
suggest?"

"Well, a massage usually does the trick -- but you'll have to be careful,
`cos he might spit at you!  The best way is to kind of sneak up on him --
through my pocket."

Taking the hint, Greg lifted his hand, and slipped it into Jordan's
left-side trouser pocket.  "Take it easy now, Big Guy -- gently does it."
Greg's hand slid under the fabric, heading towards its target.

Greg got a pleasant surprise - "You've cut away your pocket -- very
sexy!" Somehow, not being able to see, and having to rely totally on touch,
was really erotic.  Greg's fingers caressed Jordan's python of pleasure,
gently massaging it through the smooth cotton.

"Oh, yes, Big Guy -- he's enjoying that; I think you've made a friend for
life!"

It was amazing to see how Greg, in a matter of minutes, had changed from
depressed to delighted -- and it wasn't unnoticed by Jordan, either.
"And you seem to be enjoying yourself as well -- it's great to see you
looking so happy; though I think your one-eyed monster is beginning to get
a bit annoyed."

Greg laughed as he looked down at his crotch -- "He does a bit, doesn't
he; do you think he'd like a massage, too?"

Jordan allowed his left hand to glide over the taught, smooth fabric,
cupping Greg's impressively bulging package.  I think he'd LOVE a massage,
but there's just no way I can reach him."

"No problem.  Remember what I said about being able to get out of them real
fast?"  Greg lifted his ass of the seat, and somehow, with the help of his
left hand, managed to wiggle them down his legs.  And, of course, he wasn't
wearing any underwear!

"Wow -- that is one hell of an angry monster you have there, Big Guy.  I
don't know how your shorts didn't burst open!  Now that would have given
your admirer a real eyeful!  So, how about helping me give my snake some
air."

Both guys knew they were being really silly, but the schoolboy level of
humour and innuendo had managed to defuse the tension beautifully.  Now all
they had to do was release the tension contained in two very hot and hard
love muscles.  With shorts and trousers now down at ankle level there was
no difficulty in each guy grabbing a firm hold of his partner's meat.
Recalling the excitement of the previous day in the shower, Greg used his
other hand to squeeze and massage Jordan's balls.

"Oh!  Yessssss! Greg -- that's amazing!  Hnnn, hnnn, hnnn.  Oh, yeah --
keep going, keep going -- don't stop."  Moans became ever louder and
higher as Jordan neared the inevitable climax.  Throwing his had backwards
against the headrest, Jordan unleashed a mouthful - "Oh, shit, oh fuck,
fuck, FUCK!"  The hot spunk coursed through his cock -- copious
quantities of hot, sticky cum pouring out of Jordan's pulsing prick and
slowly descending over the purple head and down Greg's still-wanking hand.
The sensations were mind-blowing -- and Greg seemed to judge perfectly
how much pressure to use in prolonging Jordan's climax.

As Jordan's Big O began to subside, Greg's was just beginning.  Spurred on
by the sensations that Greg had unleashed, Jordan increased the pace of
stroking Greg's impressive salami.  The young guy was certainly hung --
everything in proportion including two large, juicy balls that were about
to deliver a hefty load.  With tingling sensations gradually covering his
entire body, Greg released Jordan's cock, his arms going rigid on either
side of his body.

As Jordan continued to toss off his new wank-buddy, he lifted himself
slightly, licked the fingers of his right hand, and stretched over Greg's
leg.  With his thumb pressing firmly on Greg's nuts, Jordan's first two
fingers were ideally positioned for invading the neighbouring ass hole, but
he would have to be quick.  With no time for gentle teasing, Jordan made a
couple of preliminary explorations before ramming both digits into Greg's
tight, virgin ass.

The shout of "Oh, my God!" accompanied a massive explosion of hot cum that
shot from Greg's cock, splatting heavily onto the dashboard more than two
feet away.  "Yessss -- fuck -- shit -- bastard -- cunt -- fuck
...", the expletives coming as thick and fast as the jism.  At the instant
Greg's dick swelled to its maximum, his ass-hole tightened round Jordan's
fingers, which were by now pistoning in and out of Greg's hole.  For Greg
this lifted jacking-off to a completely new level -- a delirious mixture
of agony and ecstasy drove him to new heights of euphoria as he continued
to pump streams of man-milk high into the air.

It was quite some time before either guy said anything, but it was Jordan
who spoke first.  "Sorry, Greg -- I got a bit carried away when I
... finger-fucked you.  It kind of goes against what I think, and what I
said to you, you know, about keeping things steady, taking no risks ... and
keeping sex special.  Are you OK?"

Greg was still recovering from the experience, still floating on cloud
nine.  Sure, the finger-fucking had hurt a bit, but it was the sensations
he'd experienced, more than the pain, that had made him shout out.

"I never knew that jacking-off could be like that -- of course, I've
never tried a mutual hand-job before, but that was fucking awesome.
Amazing."

"For me, too, Big Guy.  Thanks."

For no apparent reason, Jordan started laughing -- not just a quiet
giggle, but a deep, hearty laugh.

"What's so funny, Jordan?"

"I'm just wondering what you'll say when you get home and your mum asks you
what you did, and how the day went.  Are you going to say that we gave each
other a wank, and that it was fucking awesome?"

Greg gave a deliciously boyish chuckle.

"I see what you mean!  Probably safer to say the day was ... really nice!"