Date: Sun, 30 May 2004 16:57:09 +0100
From: John Hein <editorial@scotsgay.co.uk>
Subject: ScotsGay

Measuring Up

<Dave has just turned 18, and he and his friend Paul decide to go up to
Glasgow to have a wander around the shops... As usual, it's raining...

This is the first instalment of our serial on Dave and Paul's formative
years, by Tony Hiscox-Sloane>


It was a cold and miserable day. However, Paul, my best friend for over
10 years since moving back to the West Coast from Edinburgh, and I, were
on a high. It was my 18th birthday and we were off up town to spend the
cash I had received in the way of presents. The fact that we were
friends at all, may seem odd to some people. I was from a middle class
background. Father was a Church of Scotland minister in East Kilbride
and mother was a real snob. Wife of the minister and all that. Whilst
Paul's family were working class.

We had had the day planned out for weeks, an early bus into Glasgow, a
hunt through Virgin in Union Street, Tower records in Argyle Street and
the rest of the day doing whatever came next. It was still pissing down
with rain when we jumped off the bus and made our way to the St Enoch's
Centre.

"Yeah, why not? The records will keep", I yelled out to Paul who was, by
this time, 10 yards ahead of me and running for the shelter of the
shops.

We bought our Cokes and decided to drink them on the hoof as we made our
way to Virgin Records. The next couple of hours were spent browsing
through a number of different record shops, eventually getting the
records and tapes I wanted. Then Paul said he wanted to go to Queen
Street station, to buy a magazine.

"Why not?", I thought, we can also go for a burger at the same time. We
agreed that I would go for the burgers, whilst he went for his magazine,
and we would meet up again on the station concourse.

"Well what mag did you get?"

"Oh, you will see later", he fobbed me off and we set off back down the
stairs at the side of the station and along the side of George Square.

We munched our burgers as we walked along, then dumped the empty bags in
a convenient bin.

"I need a piss", Paul complained.

"You should have gone in the station - now you will have to wait", I
scolded.

As we headed along towards Buchanan Street, I remembered the toilets at
St Vincent Street.

"No way!", Paul declared. "No way am I going down there, I've heard all
about those toilets".

"I'll chum you if you like, it will be alright then", I offered.

Paul grunted and nodded in agreement.

When we arrived downstairs, the first urinal was full, with just enough
room for the two of us in the second one. As I stood washing the back of
the urinal wall, I was aware that the man next to me, a guy of about 30,
was wanking himself, whilst looking up the ceiling. I glanced at Paul
and caught him looking at the guy on his right, who was playing with
himself too. We both looked at each other, finished off, and hurried up
the stairs, leaving the two wankers to it.

"I told you about that fucking place", Paul sneered as we walked away
from the toilets and down Buchanan Street. I just shrugged my shoulders
and he left it at that.

As we got off the bus at East Kilbride, I suggested, "Let's go back to
my place and listen to the tapes".

"Yeah, why not?", he agreed.

On a Saturday afternoon, I quite often had the manse to myself, as mum
and dad were away shopping, so it was no surprise to find that we were
alone, and able to blast out the tapes so that the walls rattled. I was
lying on my bed totally engrossed in the music, when Bang!, I was hit by
a flying magazine, the very one Paul had bought earlier.

It was a soft porn mag. You know the kind, lots of bums and tits. I
threw it back, produced a hard core mag from under my mattress and
teased "Is that the best you can do?".  My mag, which I'd found amongst
a pile of Readers Digests contributed for the Kirk's annual sale of
work, showed the lot: bums, tits, fannies and cocks. I could see Paul's
eyes light up at the sights on some of the inside.

Pointing to the group action shot in the centre pages, he exclaimed, "At
least with that size of weapon this guy will be able to satisfy the
birds, not like those poofters in the toilets".

Now, by this time, it looked as if Paul was getting a bit excited
himself, as his jeans tightened to a fair bulge, which he made no
attempt to hide.

"I suppose YOU could satisfy the two of them", I retorted.

"Bet your life I could" said Paul, giving his bulge a rub. "This big
baby could satisfy any of them", he claimed.

I just laughed.

"What's so bloody funny?", he screamed.

"Nothing, no nothing at all", I replied.

"No, come on, what's so bloody funny?".

"Well, if you must know, that cock in the photo isn't the biggest one
I've seen today". I laughed again and gave mine a rub too.

"Well, I've seen you in the showers at school", Paul claimed, "and mine
is bigger than yours".

"Is it bigger when it counts though?", I replied.

"Well there is only one way to find out, get it out and get it up", he
said.

I looked at him, but he was serious, and in a second he had his in his
hand.

"Now you",  he commanded.

By this time,  I had a serious hard on and didn't need to persuade it
much to get it up to its full 8 inches which I laid along the ruler from
my desk. Paul gave himself a few more strokes.

"There", he said, "Pass the ruler".

But seven and a half inches was the best he could muster.

"I win", I gloated.

"Yeah, Yeah", he mumbled.

"Well, what are we going to do with these?", I said, pointing to my hard
on.

"Well as there are only the two of us here we might as well have a quick
wank over the book", he suggested. "But for God's sake don't say
anything to anyone else".

By this time, nothing could have stopped me anyway!

To Be Continued

CHERRIES ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON

In part one of our serial on Dave and Paul's formative years by Tony
Hiscox-Sloane, the two 18 year olds had a wank together over some hetty
porno mags. Now, here's part two, so read on ...

Paul and I usually took it in turns to call each other on a Sunday to
sort of plan out what we would do during the coming week. It was his
turn this week, but after what had happened on Saturday, I wasn't so
sure he would call. The events of that afternoon had left us both a bit
embarrassed.

I needn't have worried, 5 o'clock on the button, ring ring, ring ring,
ring ring. I picked up the phone to be greeted by a rather sheepish
sounding Paul.

'Hi! How's things?'

'So, so',  I replied.

I was about to mention what had happened on Saturday, when Paul butted
in,:

'About the other day...."

'Yeah',  I replied, 'What about it?'.

'Well, I need to talk to you'.

'But you are talking to me' .

'No, you bloody fool, I mean in person. What are you doing tonight?'

'I was just going to stay in and listed to some tapes.'

'Can I come up and see you then?'

'Ok - about sevenish?'

'Yeah, that's fine by me'.

The phone went dead.

OOO

' David', my mother called, 'It's Paul at the door, I'll just send him
up. Ok?'

Paul popped his head round the door,.

'Alright, mate?'

'Yeah, and you?'

'Been better', he replied.

'You wanted to talk?'

'Yeah, about Saturday...'

I turned the music up a bit to make sure mother couldn't hear if she was
upstairs for anything.

'Well, what about it?', I teased.

'You know what we did, wanking off together....'

' Yeah?', I replied.

'Well.....', Paul started to say, then he hesitated.

'Relax', I butted in, 'It was no big deal, just something the boys do,
eh?'

'It's not that', Paul said. 'The more I think about it, the more I
realise I actually enjoyed it.'

'We all enjoy wanking', I retorted.

'It's not that', Paul sighed. He went very quiet, drew a long breath and
blurted out, 'I found doing it with you the most erotic sex I've ever
had. I had a hell of a wank this morning thinking about you and I doing
it together.'

We both went quiet as 'Take That' played away in the background.

The silence was broken by Mum shouting up the stairs, 'If Dad phones
tell him to pick me up at the McDonalds at about 9.30pm'.

'Ok', I yelled back.

The heavy old fashioned front door, banged shut as mother set off to her
friends, once again leaving Paul and I alone in the house. I looked at
him and smiled saying 'Don't look so serious pal, it's not the end of
the world'.

'You said that you found it the most erotic sex you have ever had?'

'Hmm',  Paul grunted.

'Well, I have a confession to make. Before yesterday I had never done it
with anyone.'

'What about those birds you were boasting about?'

'Lies, all lies', I said with a smile.

Paul looked at me in a funny kind of a way, stayed silent for a few
seconds and then laughed as he exclaimed, 'Well, we're still a pair of
virgins then, eh?'.

I laughed too and we both started to roll about the bed together in
total hysteria .

When we had calmed down, we just lay there looking at each other.

'Does that make us poofs?' Paul exclaimed.

'Only if we were to do it again', I suggested.

Paul smiled at me and said 'I reckon I'm a poof then', so I leaned over
put my hand on his leg, sliding it up to his crotch, to feel his brick
hard cock. Simultaneously I could feel his hand on mine, which needed no
further encouragement.

'Paul, I have always fancied you, and had many a wank thinking about
you', I admitted.

'Take my jeans off then', he ordered.

Not needing to be told twice, I did as he bid, only to find out that he
had no pants on.

'Come prepared, did you?'

He ignored my jibe. 'Now, your turn', I was told.

I not only took my jeans off, but every other stitch of clothing as
well. Paul stared at my athletic body for a few seconds and soon we were
both stark naked in each others arms.

For the first time in my life, I made love with another person. Things
could only get better ....

To Be Continued


GRANDMA, WE LOVE YOU

In the previous episode of our serial on Dave and Paul's formative years
by Tony Hiscox-Sloane, the two 18 year olds came out to each other. Now,
here's part three, so read on ...

Paul and I had decided that although we were really fond of each other,
it was best not to come out to anyone in our families just yet. Our
little secret, as it were. We would just try to grab the moment as best
we could, after all we were two fit and horny young men in our prime.

Every Easter for the last few years, since my grandfather's death, I
used to go over to Edinburgh to visit my gran and the spare bedroom had
more or less become my very own territory. Whilst I was on the phone to
her making the arrangements, I took the bull by the horns and asked if I
could bring a friend with me this time.

'Of course, Dear', Gran replied, 'but it will be a bit of a squeeze. I
will have to put the Z-bed up in your room, as you know I only have one
spare room.'

'That's OK, Gran', I said loudly, for Gran was a bit on the deaf side.

'I'll see you on the Friday evening, Dear', Gran said, as she rang off.

As I put the phone back in the cradle, the smile on my face told all. I
couldn't wait to tell Paul, I just hoped to God that he had nothing else
arranged for that weekend. Three nights on our own, the very thought of
it was giving me a hard on.

I lay back on the bed, my hard-on busting out of my jeans, and it seemed
a pity to waste it. I rolled my jeans down to my ankles, slipped my
pants down, and my cock slapped against my belly. Shutting my eyes, and
closing my fist round my excitement, I proceeded to wank myself, slowly
at first, picking up the pace as my imagination took over.

The thought of Paul giving me a good shagging really had me sore in the
groin. One minute I was pumping away, the next I was shooting all over
my chest, the tension and the relief were incredible. I had had some
good wanks in my time but that one scored a 9 on the scale of 1-10.

Roll on Easter!

OOO

Paul was delighted with the idea and, like me, he couldn't wait for the
Friday to come round. We got the 19.00hrs train to Edinburgh, arriving
at Waverley on time at 19.50hrs.

When we arrived at Gran's, the clock was just striking 20.30hrs.

'Do you two want a bite of supper?' she asked.

'Yes please', we both blurted out in unison.

'I'll get it ready and you can show Paul where to take his bag, I am
sure you could do with a freshen up, supper will be ready in 20
minutes.'

'How dare she call me a bag', I thought with a smile.

When I opened the bedroom door, the sight that greeted us started us
both off into a fit of the giggles. Gran had already made up the spare
bed and had put it right alongside the other bed, just like a double. I
was always close to Gran, and on reflection, I wonder if she knew more
about me than I realised. She had never let on, mind you, she had never
questioned me about girlfriends either.

'Supper's ready', Gran cried.

'Righty oh'.

'I hope you boys don't mind the bed like that, it's the only way you can
get two beds in that room and still be able to move about', she
apologised.

'No, that's fine Gran, just fine', I reassured her.

I looked at Paul and winked at him. A big gentle smile came across his
face, you know the kind that just melts your very inner reserve. God, I
wanted him right then. However, that would have to wait a bit longer.
Not too long though, I could feel my loins beginning to stir at the very
thought of him. I pulled my shirt outside my trousers to cover my
embarrassment, just in case Gran got sight of it.

I usually went to bed at about 11 o'clock when at Gran's, and although
we were as keen as hell to get there we just managed to hold out.

'See you in the morning, Gran', I said as I kissed her on the cheek.

'Goodnight Dear, Goodnight David', she said.

'Goodnight', David returned.

Closing the bedroom door behind us Paul whispered to me, 'God, I want you'.

'No need to whisper', I replied. 'Remember, Gran is quite deaf, and her
bedroom has both the kitchen and a cupboard between her and us.'

I held him tightly in my arms and smiled as I felt his cock stiffen
against me.

'You randy sod', I taunted at him.

'You can talk', he replied grabbing hold of my solid dick.

We cuddled for a while, then Paul pushed me away from him, and in a few
seconds he was stripped down to a pair of the sexiest white pants I had
ever seen, his cock running at 45% up his leg left nothing to the
imagination. I needed no instructions to join him. Once between the
sheets we kissed and caressed as never before.

'David' Paul whispered in my ear. 'I want to fuck you, what do you
think?'

'I thought you would never ask', I replied with a huge smile.

He leaned over to his trousers and pulled out a packet of condoms.

'Come prepared did you, eh'?

Quickly he rolled one down his length and positioned himself astride of
me.

'Be gentle' I pleaded.

I needn't have worried. Once the initial discomfort was over, Paul eased
his full length inside me.

'Are you OK?'

'Oh ... yes please!'

Slowly at first, Paul thrust away at me, getting faster and faster until
he found a rhythm he was happy with. I was in heaven. That was what I
had been waiting for.

His breath was getting quicker and quicker, I could tell he was near to
coming. All of a sudden he pulled out and rubbed his cock against the
cheeks of my arse, gripping me tighter and tighter then his whole body
shook as he came. That was only the start of the most pleasurable night
I had ever experienced in my short life.

Now I knew why condoms come in threes. All this and still two nights
left. We both slept contented ...

To be continued...

COFFEE FOR THREE

In the previous episode of our serial on Dave and Paul's formative years
by Tony Hiscox-Sloane, the two 18 year olds eventually lost their
virginity. Now, here's part four, so read on ...

It was early, about 7.30 am, when I was awakened by the light streaming
in the open window. After last night, I felt as though Paul and I were
one; I couldn't really believe that we had had our first taste of real
gay sex. As I lay there with Paul breathing lightly in my ear, I cast my
mind back to what we had done. I was surprised how easy it was to take
his cock up my back passage, the pleasure was even greater than I had
imagined. The thought of our night of passion soon gave me another
hard-on which I pressed against Paul's bum.

"That's my job, Bitch", he whispered softly as he awakened.

I put my hand out and held his cock which was by now up and ready for
action.

"Let's do it again before we get up", I whispered.

"I don't have any more fucking condoms", he replied.

He must have seen the disappointment in my face.

"Look, I'll get more for tonight, OK?"

"OK", I replied.

"Let's wank each other off then, yeah!"

I needed no further encouragement.

We had only cleaned up our respective loads when Gran knocked on the
bedroom door.

"Come on boys it's 9.00 am . Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes."

"What do you want to do today Paul?", my loverboy asked.

"Well I fancy trying one of the gay pubs, what do you think?"

"It sounds OK to me."

I produced a list of pubs which I had torn out of one of the London
based gay magazines which I had found in the main library. I knew it
would come in handy some time.

We eventually settled for CC Blooms and, once we had done some scouting
around the shops, we decided to head for the pub.

When we arrived it was a bit quiet, but then of course it was only
4.30pm. As we were to find out, the pubs didn't get busy 'til the
evening. Even so, there were still quite a few folk in for that time of
day.

We started to talk to a guy at the bar, his name was Peter - agewise, I
put him at about 21 or so. After the usual pleasantries we got chatting,
and it turned out that he was working as a hairdresser just down the
road, but was on holiday for a week. Hence the reason for being in the
pub at that time of day.

Paul excused himself and went off to the toilet and, no sooner had he
gone, than Peter asked if we were a couple.

"I suppose so", I replied.

I filled him in very briefly on our history. He just nodded, then asked
if we would like to come up to his flat for a coffee as he was fed up
with the pubs anyway. I put it to Paul on his return.

"Yeah, whatever", was his laconic reply.

We finished our drinks and headed off to Peter's flat. It wasn't far,
just over the Bridges, near South Clerk Street. It was quite a nice
flat, clean and well kept for one so young.

"Tea or coffee?", Peter asked.

"Oh, coffee for both of us", I shouted through to the kitchen.

Peter was a very self assured type of guy, and it was no surprise when
he asked if we were just into each other or if we were into other guys
as well.

"Well, if you must know, neither of us have been with anyone else."

Paul and I looked at each other in a shy kind of a way. There was a
moment's silence only broken as Peter coughed and blurted out: "Do you
fancy a threesome?".

"Don't know", Paul muttered.

I looked at him and shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't mind", I replied and smiled at Paul who smiled back and just
nodded in agreement.

Peter got up and closed the curtains, took our empty coffee cups away
and returned with a double duvet and some pillows and spread them in
front of the fire. One minute we were looking at each other,  the next
Peter was standing in front of us wearing only a black jock strap which
hid very little of his fairly large manhood. He had a fantastic
swimmer's type body. We both looked at each other and very quickly
stripped off and joined Peter on the duvet.

Peter threw some condoms and gel on the floor and teased us, "Use as you
see fit, guys".

After a bit of feeling around, Peter asked if he could watch while we
fucked. I smiled at Paul and turned over onto my belly. I could see that
Dave was getting really turned on. Very soon he was inside me, giving me
all the pleasures I had encountered the previous night. Peter, for his
part, sat above my head wanking himself and eventually put his cock into
my mouth. By this time, we were all well and truly away with ourselves,
changing positions and just having a bloody good time.

But soon it was time to head back to Gran's. As we were leaving, Peter
said that he had really enjoyed himself and if we fancied it, to give
him a ring and we could meet up for a coffee again. Some coffee!

COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE!

The rest of our Easter weekend at Gran's passed without further
excitement, unless of course you count some of the most pleasurable
bouts of sex imaginable. The threesome with Peter had us both buzzing
all weekend and must have acted as a stimulant.

Whenever we could grab the moment it was clothes off and at it boy, I
seemed to have a permanent hard-on at just the very thought of the way
Paul could suck me to the point of explosion and then stop before I
could come. By the time he was ready to enter me, my body was screaming
to be fucked, and I was never let down. To have your body at such a high
pitch then slowly fucked for ages was as much pleasure as a guy could
ever want.

The last night there was a prime example of this. Paul had been having
me and I could tell he was getting ready to come, normally he would wank
me off after he had finished and rested a bit, but this time he grabbed
hold of my bursting cock and began to go to work on me at the same time
and rhythm as he was thrusting in and out of me. His breath quickened
and quickened, I could feel the pleasure rising out of my own loins, we
both came at the same time. I have never experienced a come like it, I
never knew it was possible to come at both ends at the same time.

I never wanted the weekend to end, but end it must, and home we had to
go. It was good to get home for a rest. Well! Maybe not.

On the way home we had talked constantly about us and  whether or not we
could come out to our parents.

"No way" Paul said, "my folks would kill me if they thought their son
was a poof".

"Paul, I am so in love with you I just want to tell the whole world. I
am so happy, I want people to know about you and us".

"Do you really think your parents could handle it?", Paul said, looking
at me in an odd sort of way.

"Well I think my mother would be OK, but I'm not so sure about my dad".

"It's a big step for you to take".

This I knew. I drew my breath in, looked at lover boy and said, "Yes, I'm going to do it".

"When?",  Paul quizzed me.

"No time like the present."

" Do you want me to come in with you?", Paul asked in a very caring
manner that belied his lack of years. I smiled and we both headed off to
the manse.

When we got in, my mother was sitting reading in the kitchen.

"Did you two have a nice weekend", she greeted us on our arrival.

"Yes it was fine" I replied. "Mother, there is something I want to talk
to you about".

She lifted her eyes from her paper.

"Yes?"

"It's about Paul and I."

"Yes, yes" she retorted.

I drew my breath in, gave Paul a quick glance and blurted it out: "Well,
em, do you know why I have never brought any girls round to the house?".

Mother looked at me in silence.

"Well, it's because I'm gay".

Before the words had parted my lips, Paul blurted out, "And I'm his
boyfriend", as if to try to share the moment with me.

Mother looked at me and smiled, "Yes, I had guessed as much, and Gran
confirmed it when she phoned me on the Saturday night. We already had
our suspicions. She is not as deaf as you two might think".

The two of us were really blushing by now.

"Does Dad know as well?", I asked.

"Yes of course he does."


"Oh God!", I replied.

"Leave it to me", said Mother, "When he comes back tomorrow we can all
discuss it over lunch".

I looked at Paul and he just nodded. That was the first hurdle over and
done with.

Mother looked at us and said. "You two look as if you want to be on your
own".

I smiled and started to leave for my own room, when mother smiled at us
and said, "If Paul wants to stay over, it's alright with me. Just make
sure his parents know where he is. I am going over to Mrs Murphy's, I'll
be late back, so I will see you in the morning".

We closed the door to my room behind us, and just stared at each other
in disbelief. I grabbed hold of Paul and hugged him as hard as I could,
"Are you going home or are you staying over?".

"This is one fuck I'm not going to pass up on.  A crafty old yin, is
your granny, eh?".

"Oh Paul,  I'm so happy I could burst".

"Well, maybe this might help", he said as he put my hand on his stiff
cock.

Soon the clothes were off, Paul turned me on to my belly.

"This I what you need, lover boy", he teased as he entered me. I groaned
with pure pleasure as his strokes brought my senses to a pitch then some
more. Somehow it was different this time, we were not just fucking, we
were making love.

God, I was so happy!

DAVE GETS A BIG SURPRISE

In the last episode of Tony Hiscox-Sloan's tale of two guys growing up
gay together, the young lovers came out to Dave's parents without any
problems. What happens next? Will they ever finish the large box of
condoms? Read on and find out ...

Coming out to Mum and Dad was a lot easier than I could ever have
imagined. Whether our middle class background had anything to do with
that or not, I guess I'll never know. The proof of the pudding could
well be in the eating when Paul's parents eventually find out. However,
for the time being, it will have to be our secret until Paul is ready to
come out to them.

I was on my own for a while as Lover Boy had to go home - clean knickers
required after last night's bouts of passion. I did hope he managed to
get them into the wash without being spotted!

I had just started to clean out my room in his absence when the phone
rang.

"Hi Sexy", came the voice at the other end.

"Who's that?", I pretended in my best innocent voice.

"How many lovers do you have then, Big Boy".

"God, we've only just left each other", I teased.

"So, you don't want to speak to me then?"

"Oh, stop teasing! And why the phone call?"

"I just wanted to call you to tell you something."

"Well, go on then."

"I was thinking of you when I was coming back here on the bus."

"Yeah!", I replied.

"Well, you know that we had some really good sex before I left your
place this morning."

"How could I forget, my arse is still throbbing!"

"Well, I got another hardon on the bus just thinking about it."

"You randy sex mad sod", I cried.

"You know what, Dave? I'm hard again just talking to you now. Is it OK
to come back up once I've sorted a couple of things out at this end?"

"God, you'll wear me out", I said in a mock theatrical voice. "Yeah,
come on up, I'll be waiting."

"See you in about an hour then. Byeeee!"

The phone went dead.

The thought of Paul needing me again so soon really sent me into a spin.
Last night's and this morning's sex were really great and I thought I
had satisfied the beast in him for the time being anyway. Obviously not.
It was nearer two hours before he appeared and I was beginning to wonder
if something had happened when the front door bell rang. When I opened
the door, there stood Paul dressed in white jeans and t-shirt.

God, he looked great. He had obviously gone to a lot of effort to dress
just the way I liked him. His dick was in a semi-erect state and it was
plain to see that he had no pants on - a fact that really turned me on.
All pumped up and ready for action.

"Hi! Come on in. We're on our own and the house is ours 'til five
o'clock."

Paul closed the door behind him and grabbed me, spun me round and kissed
me with a passion that took me by surprise for a second or two. We fell
on a heap at the foot of the stairs still kissing away madly. I could
feel his hard manhood bursting to get at me. I couldn't wait to get in
bed. Nothing surprised me about Paul any more, but what lay in store
certainly did this time.

We had stripped our clothes off and were giving each other a good sixty
nine when Paul looked at me in a funny kind of way, leaned over and
whispered in my ear, "Have I got a surprise for you, Lover Boy, I want
to be fucked". Well, up to then my man was just that in our
relationship, the man. This was a really turning point, here was `Mr
Straight' wanting the lot.

I turned Paul onto his belly, pulled out the KY and lubricated him well.

"I'll try not to hurt you."

He just smiled and whispered to me to get on with it. Quickly I rubbered
up my rigid cock and slipped the head towards his very willing arse and
soon found that I had no real problem in deflowering my man. Once
inside, we soon got into the rhythm and I must say I was a bit surprised
at how quickly Paul began to enjoy the experience. This was to put a
whole new meaning into our sex lives.

As I had already come not so long ago, I was able to last for quite some
time - a fact that seemed to please Lover Boy. By the moans from him as
I thrust away at his beautiful bum, I could sense that he was really
into it. When I was ready to come, my balls were aching to shoot my next
load and I tell you no lies when I say that my orgasm was the best I
have ever experienced - bar none.

I came from the soles of my feet, shooting up my length and bursting
into a spasm the likes of which I had never known before - but hoped to
God they were all like this in the future.

Exhausted, we fell into each other's arms and just smiled contentedly.

Well, almost. Paul's little pecker was still demanding attention and who
was I to refuse?



I AIN'T NEVER GONNA LET YOU GO ...

In the previous episode of our tale of two teenagers growing up gay
together, the lusty lads discovered the joys of versatility.  But will
young love last?  Read on and find out in the final episode (for the
time being) of Tony Hiscox-Sloan's one handed masterpiece.

Now that Paul was into being fucked as well, it put a whole new meaning
into regular sex. No longer were our sessions ruled by whether he was
randy or not. We were at it all the time and  I was beginning to wonder
if it was natural to do it so often, or were we just a pair of randy
healthy teenagers?

When I say we were at it all the time, I mean all the time. Everywhere
and anywhere. An example of this came on the bus on the way home. It was
about eight thirty, we had been late night shopping and had decided that
it was time to head home. As always, we sat upstairs at the back -  I
don't know why , but we always did. This time the bus was empty and we
were carrying on a bit, tickling each other and so on.

"Paul, look this bus is one of the old ones that's not fitted with a
surveillance camera."

 "So?", I muttered in return.

Dave just grinned at me pulled out his semi-hard cock and said, "Blow
job, please".

"For God's sake, not here."

"Come on, be a devil. No-one will see, and I can watch for them coming
on."

I just laughed and went down on his beautiful cock and began to suck for
all I was worth. I must admit I found the thought of being caught at it
very stimulating. So much so that my cock was every bit as hard as
Dave's, but there was no way that I was pulling out my dick on the back
seat of any bus. Dave made me stop, popped his cock into my hand and
whispered to me to toss him off. It only took a few strokes and he was
shooting all over the back of the seat. When he had finished, he just
wiped his thing on his shirt end and popped it back.

By now, I was as randy as hell, and Dave knew it.

"Want me to stay over?", he whispered softly.

I just grinned and nodded silently.

When we got back to my house, I told Mum that Dave was going to stay
over.

"Well, make sure he phones home and tells them where he is",  Mum
shouted as we disappeared towards my room.

Dave phoned home from the extension in the hall and everything was OK.

As we lay in each others arms on top of the bed, Dave said he had
something he wanted to tell me.

"Oh", I blurted out apprehensively.

"You know I have been applying for university places all over the
country."

"Yeh"

"Well I have been accepted by Aberdeen, and I start next term".

"Will that mean I won't be able to see you?"

"Well, not so often anyway."

I must have looked really sad as Dave snuggled up to me and whispered
into my ear, "Come on baby, it's not the end of the world. We will still
have each other, only not so often".

I grabbed hold of him and held him so tightly that I nearly squeezed him
to death.

"You will still want me for a boyfriend, won't you?"

"Of course, Silly Billy. We will never be parted for good".

As we lay in the darkness of the room, gently stroking each other, the
thought of parting soon gave way to pure lust.

"Paul", Dave whispered, "make love to me. Slow and gentle, I really need
you to-night. "

Dave turned over, the hairs on his arse rubbed against my cheeks as I
kissed the inside of his leg. I sat up, and slowly rolled a condom down
the length of my shaft, parted his legs with my hands and sat in-between
his legs placing my dickhead at the entrance of his love hole. As I
entered him, I gently  lowered my body on top of him, feeling my cock
slide all the way in. I lay like that for a few seconds before I started
to get my rhythm going. Slowly at first, drawing it back till it was
almost out , then back in again. Dave was in heaven, his body was
arching to meet me as I drove back into him, and at the same time he let
out a small sigh. This was going to be some fuck,  I thought. I wasn't
to be disappointed.

Gradually I picked up the pace of my thrusts, determined that I would
keep it going for as long as I could. I could really feel Dave's body
work in conjunction with mine. We were fucking as one.

Having started and stopped now for about an hour, and getting desperate
to come, I whispered to Dave that I was going to finish it this time. We
really went at it and in no time I could feel the cum shoot inside the
condom. I rolled over, exhausted, and smiled at Dave who was by this
time wanking away as hard as ever at has proud manhood, and before I
could grab it there was spunk everywhere. He always was the impatient
type!

Once we had cleaned up, Dave looked at me and said, "Don't you even
think of going to sleep. We might have to part temporarily quite soon,
but we are sure as hell going to make the best of it meantime".