Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2008 14:32:25 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jonathan 7

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Jonathan 7

Resume:- Jonathan has just celebrated his 18th birthday, and has had a
heated argument with his father.  His father is a fundamentalist Christian
and militant hostile to his son's gay sexuality.  At the end of the
argument Jonathan's father hit him, giving him a black eye.  John has left
home, gone up to London and met Keith, a gay man who has given him food and
a bed, and the offer to stay until his eye is better.  Meanwhile back in
Luton Jonathan's parents, are desperately anxious.

Monday 25th August 2008


                                 Chapter 7


The swelling of Jonathan's black eye soon began to decrease, though over
the next few days his eye went through the usual colour changes usually
associated with such a shiner.

On the day his exam results were out, he rang the school, and explained he
was away from home and would not be back for some days so would they tell
him his results over the phone?  He had done well, every bit as good as
forecast by the school.  The way was now open for him to go up to Bristol
University in October.

***

Just a few minutes after Jonathan had phoned; his father went round to the
school to find out Jonathan's results.

He was greeted by the Head Master.  "Hello, Mr Pridham, we've just had
Jonathan on the phone to find out his results.  He has done well."  The
official envelope was handed over.

"Did he say where he was?" asked Michael.

"No.  Just that he was away from home.  Why?"

"Only we don't know exactly where he is.  You know what it is with
youngsters these days?"

The Head laughed.  "It seems one moment they are being born, and the next
they're leaving home."

"Yes, they grow up all too fast."

When Michael got out to the car he rang Lois.  "Jonathan rang the school
this morning, to find out his results."

"Did they say where he is?"

"No.  But we at least know he's still alive.  I wonder where he is."

"How did he do in his exams?"

"Very well.  I think we'd be celebrating in normal circumstances."

"I wish he'd get in touch."

"So do I," murmured Michael, the pain of that last evening with Jonathan
and his great sense of guilt at striking his son swept over him afresh.

Later that day this double item of news, the exam results and Jonathan's
phone call to the school, was told to Malcolm back in Whitgest.

***

Jonathan and Keith talked at length about what he should do.  He knew he
should contact his parents, but he was worried that his parents would
persuade him to go back home.  His father had spoken of sending him away to
be cured of his sexuality.  But every fresh experience with Keith made him
more than ever convinced that he was gay.

Keith was away from the apartment for several hours each day.  There were
some days when he was away early and back very late.  Other days he would
be away for just an hour or two.  Jonathan found that a long time alone in
the apartment was rather claustrophobic, and boring.  As his eye improved
he went out more and more.  He began to explore London in a way he had
never been able to do before.

Keith spoke often of his work.  He worked for a man he referred to as Bill.
Keith found his work interesting and varied.  Sometimes he would come back
and say that he had been working at Bill's Club, or as a chauffeur for
Bill.

One afternoon in the first week he went into one of the Internet Cafes that
abound in many places.  He had remembered Robert's Email address, and
decided to Email him.  He took care not to give any traceable information
in case Robert's parents were watching for incriminating Emails on his
computer.

Hardcockrfox@........com Hi Robert.  Been wondering how you are doing, and
what's happened to you.  My story is that your Dad came round to tell my
folk about the DVD.  I was grilled by Mum and Dad, and it all came out,
about the DVD and what we'd been up to together.  Dad said he was going to
send me away to be cured!  I told him I didn't want to be cured, and that I
was gay, and I loved you.  Dad lost his temper, and hit me, giving me a
really peach of a black eye.  I was sent up to my room.  But you will
remember how I used to climb out of the window and down over the garage,
before Dad caught me years ago.  I managed to squeeze through the window.
I came up to London where I have been ever since.  How did your Dad
discover the DVD?  I was angry with you at first.  But sober consideration
made me realise something unexpected must have happened as you were always
very careful with that DVD.  I could tell you more, but won't in case your
parents are reading your Emails.  Hope you have survived the storm.  Love
Jon.

The following afternoon Jonathan went back to the Internet Café to check on
his Emails.  There was one from Robert.


Hardcockrfox@..............com Hi Jon, You just caught me.  Tomorrow I'm
being packed off to somewhere in the sticks to be 'cured'; though there is
also talk of sending me to the States, where there are some real experts.
I am expecting the worst, to find a place full of Pastor Willises, using
thumbscrews and various forms of aversion therapy to put me right.  I know
that sounds flippant, but I am dreading it.  The hope is that I will be
cured before the start of the Uni term.  Well done you, making a run for
it.  I only wish we could have got away together.  My mobile has been
confiscated, but nothing is watched on my PC.  I think because we always
used our mobiles when we wanted to be in touch and never E-mailed.  Well
done you remembering my address, but hardcockrfox was an easy give away for
you.  You ask about the DVD.  I was watching it one afternoon and having a
wank, and much to my surprise Mum came home.  She'd decided to take an
afternoon off work.  I was just thankful she'd not decided to do that when
we had been upstairs.  I just had time to pull up my trousers and put my
hard tackle away before she walked in. ...I had no time to remove the DVD.
Then Dad came home, and there was someone around the whole time.  I was
like a cat on hot bricks.  Before I could remove the disc Dad had decided
he wanted to watch something, and he found the porno DVD!  [I wonder if it
gave him a hard on] I am leaving for the Inquisition tomorrow afternoon, I
will try to have a last check of my mail about 12.00noon.  After that you
will not be able to get me.  Take care.  Robert XXX

When Jonathan had read it, he looked at his watch.  It was 3.30pm.

***

Keith returned to the apartment quite excited on Saturday 19th August.
"You'll never guess.  We've got an invitation away for next weekend."

"We?"

"For both of us.  Bill is holding one of his weekends away down in Kent
next weekend, and we're both invited."

"Why me?  I don't know Bill."

"But you know me.  You'll enjoy it, a hundred percent, I know."

"Why?  Will there be many there?"

"Probably between a dozen and fifteen, that is the usual number."

"What happens?"

"The party is made up of guys of various ages.  One or two may be as young,
or even younger than you.  At the other end of the age range may be guys
even older than me, in their forties or even early fifties."

"All guys?"

"Yes, all guys, with one thing in common."

Jonathan looked at Keith.  "I think I can guess what, if you're so
enthusiastic.  They all like having it off with men."

"How did you guess?" answered Keith, with a look of almost injured
innocence on his face.

Jonathan thought for a moment, before adding quietly, "You know I am
comparatively new to this sort of thing."

"But you enjoyed it with Bob, and you enjoy it with me.  There are a host
of other guys out there you would enjoy doing it with, and who would
quickly get out of their pants to have a session with you.  You're damn
sexy, Jon, you need to realise that.  Those blue eyes, that lock of fair
hair that flops over your eye, your body, and that cock, you're just made
for sex, man, you need to see that."

"So what happens at this gathering of sex-maniacs?"

"If a couple of guys fancy each other then they go off for a session.  If
you don't fancy a guy you can always say, no."

Jonathan thought further.  "You'll be around?"

"Yea, I'll see you come to no harm.  There's a small swimming pool.  Ever
swum in the nuddy?"

Jonathan shook his head.

"Once you've done that, you never want to wear anything in the water again.
But I've got to go out again in a couple of hour's time.  So there's just
time for a quick fuck, and a bite to eat."

"My turn into you, Keith, my man." Grinning, Jonathan pulled Keith into the
bedroom, and they both started stripping off their clothes.

***

There were occasions, especially when he was alone in the apartment, when
Jonathan deliberated on what he should do.  He thought he should make
contact with his parents, as he knew they would be worried.  Or would they?
His parents were so strongly opposed to homosexuality that he could not see
how there could be any easy reconciliation.  He feared that if he did make
contact, they would talk him into taking the threatened 'cure'.  He thought
about sending them a card.  On one occasion he got as far as lifting the
telephone receiver to phone them, but then paused, and put it down again.
These sessions of deliberation were dealt with by postponing action until
the morrow.

The days drifted by, and all too soon it was the Friday afternoon to start
the weekend in Kent.

Keith had a car to take them down into Kent.  "Just take the things you
need for a weekend, you won't be needing masses of clothes."  Added Keith
with a laugh.

Driving out of London on a Friday afternoon is always an exasperating and
tiring business.  They crawled from traffic light to traffic light, and as
they got more into the suburbs it was queuing in a line of traffic for
round about after roundabout.  Eventually they crossed the M25 and were
into the Weald, the area of country between the chalk ridges of the North
and South Downs.

Jonathan did not know that side of London, and he observed the countryside
with its small patches of woodland, the brick and timber buildings at the
centre of many villages, though each village had expanded with substantial
brick, or mock Tudor houses, added in stages since the first World War.

They turned off the road onto a small lane, and then onto a drive way
leading to a farm.  It had been a farm, but it was now Bill's country
retreat.  On three sides there were open fields, and on the fourth a small
wood.

There were three cars outside.  Keith opened the door and they both went
in.  A casually dressed man in his early fifties came forward with
outstretched hand.  "You must be Jon.  I'm Bill."  They shook hands.
"Welcome to the farm, I hope you enjoy the weekend.  There are some
refreshments through there."

They went through into a large room.  The table in the middle of it had
cakes and sandwiches on it.  A young man dressed in tight jeans and a very
tight T-shirt came and asked if they wanted tea or coffee.  There were
about a dozen other men of all ages standing about in small groups, holding
cups and plates and talking together.  All eyes turned on Keith and
Jonathan as they entered.  Several obviously knew Keith.  Jonathan was
conscious of being assessed in a way in which he was not accustomed.

Keith turned to talk to an old acquaintance.  A good looking young man, in
his mid twenties came over to Jonathan.  "Are you Jonathan, come with
Keith?"

"Yes."

"I'm Andy.  Welcome.  I hope you enjoy the weekend.  It's your first, isn't
it?"

Jonathan nodded.

"You'll enjoy it, though I found it a bit daunting until I got the hang of
things.  I've found them great fun, and I'm sure that as Keith has brought
you, you will too.

"I must confess I'm wondering what I've let myself in for."

"A lot of fun, which I'm sure you'll enjoy."

Another couple of men, followed by Bill entered the room.  After a few
minutes of further chat, Bill tapped a knife handle on the table.  Everyone
turned towards him.

"May I welcome you all to this weekend in the country.  Those of you who
have been before know the ropes.  Those of you who are here for the first
time, will soon get the hang of things.  The main thing is to enjoy
yourselves.  Dinner will be in here at 8.00 this evening.  A gong will be
rung a quarter of an hour before.  Breakfast is served here from 9.00-11.0
tomorrow.  Remember you may wear a minimum amount of clothing, if you
really insist."  There was some laughter.  "I think that is enough notices
to be going on with."  He turned towards Andy and Jonathan.  "Andy, as you
have already introduced yourself to Jon, perhaps you'd show him round the
place."

"Come on, I'll show you your room."  Andy led the way upstairs and showed
Jonathan into a room.  There was a large double bed.  "Keith's next to you
that way," he said pointing, "and I am next to you the other side.  Did
Keith tell you there's a small swimming pool?"

"Yes, and in the nuddy too."

"Of course, most of the guys will be in the nuddy for the whole weekend.
Some newcomers begin by wearing briefs around the place, but they soon get
rid of them, as they feel the odd ones out.  Would you like a swim now?"

"Why not?"

"Well let's strip off and we'll go down."  There and then Andy began to
undress, Jonathan followed suit.  There was a certain amount of observing
each other.  "You've got a good body, Jon.  And well equipped too."

Jonathan liked what he saw.  Andy was taller than Jonathan, had a hairless
chest, but a thick mass of pubic hair, out of which his long uncut cock
hung.  His balls were hidden by all the hair.  Andy bundled up his clothes
and led the way out of the bedroom.  He threw his clothes into his own
room, and led the way downstairs.

Jonathan felt exceedingly self conscious.  Though he had wandered around
Keith's apartment naked, this was different.  He hardly knew Andy, though
he was friendly enough.  Then he met a couple of men, equally naked coming
up the stairs.  There was that look of assessment again, and Jonathan
realised he was doing it too.  After they passed, he broke into a big grin.

"This used to be a working farm.  Bill bought the farm itself and some of
the land around.  The old farm yard now has the swimming pool in it.  It is
surrounded by the house, and the old farm buildings, barns and so on.
These have been done up, and there are a few bedrooms in one of the barns.
No one can see into the old farmyard from outside.  So we won't scare the
horses, or the spinsters out walking their dogs from the village."

Jonathan laughed.

Andy opened the door and they were in the farmyard.  The pool was not big,
but already there were two men in it.  Andy broke into a short run and
plunged in.  Jonathan was a second behind him.  The water was pleasantly
warm.  They surfaced close together and laughed.

Jonathan looked around.  There were a number of sun beds around the pool.
A couple of men were lying back talking together.  Then Jonathan was pulled
under the water.  He emerged spluttering, got his breath, and plunged down
determined to get his own back on Andy.  Soon the other two joined in.
There was a great deal of splashing and laughter, the touching became
groping, and the laughing increased.  This went on for several minutes
until they were all out of breath.  They hauled themselves out and sat on
the edge of the pool with their feet in the water.  Introductions were made
by Andy who knew the other two men, one of whom was about Jonathan's age,
and the other an older man.  Jonathan noticed that the other three had an
all-over tan; there was no lightening of their equatorial regions.

"How did you all get those tans?"

"Sun-lamps," said Andy and the younger man.

"A three week holiday in Greece," replied the older man.

They sat enjoying the warm sunshine, and talking.  Then the younger and the
older man got up and went back into the farmhouse.

"No guessing what they'll be up to," said Andy.

Andy asked Jonathan some questions about where he came from, and what his
hopes were for the future.  Then the door of the house opened, and Bill
appeared.  He was now naked, and Jonathan noticed his muscular build, but
what really caught hs notice was though he was a hairy man th area around
his cock and balls was shaved smooth.  This made his already large cock
look bigger than ever.  "Andy, can you come for a minute?"

Andy got up, and touching Jonathan's shoulder muttered, "See you later,"
and made his way into the house.

Jonathan sat alone on the poolside, gently swishing his feet in the water.

"You look lonely there.  Why don't you come and sit up here."

Jonathan turned round to see who was speaking.  There was now just one man
on a sun-bed.  He got up and went over to a vacant sun-bed.  The man
appeared to be in his forties.  He had a slight thickening at his waist
that promised to increase as the years went by.  He had a sprinkling of
hair over his chest, which thickened towards his crotch.  There the hair
was very thick, and clearly to be seen was a substantial uncut cock, lying
relaxed like its owner.

My name's Edward, but most people here call me Ted."

"I'm Jonathan, usually just called Jon."

"This your first time here?"

"Yes."

"I thought it probably was, as I haven't met you before."

"You been here much?"

"Four or five times.  It is good to get away from work, and relax and have
some fun.  How do you come to be here?"

"I know Keith, who I understand works for Bill.  I've been staying with
Keith for several days, and he got me included in the invite."

"I've met Keith two or three times.  If you like the things Keith enjoys
you certainly enjoy your time here," said Ted with a grin. "So what do you
do normally?"

"I've just left school, and I'm going up to University next month."  The
conversation now drifted off into Universities, and Jonathan's long term
career hopes.  There was no sexual talk at all.  Then the gong sounded
announcing that the meal would be in a quarter of an hour.

"I need to have a quick shower, as I have put on some sun-tan lotion, and I
want to remove it before sitting around in doors and eating."

The two of them stood up, and found themselves standing close together and
facing each other.

"Jon, you're a very good looking young man.  Shall we eat together, and
continue our conversation."

"Fine.  I'd like that."

They made their way round the pool.  Ted opened the door for Jonathan, and
as he went through Ted's hand stroked down Jonathan's back and for a
fleeting second cupped a buttock.  Jonathan turned round and grinned.  They
went their separate ways.

When the second gong sounded a quarter of an hour later they met up in the
dining room.  There was a large table with places set for nearly twenty
people.  On a table at the side of the room the food was laid out.

"It's a case of helping yourself and sitting where you like," announced
Bill.

Some were ahead of them, serving themselves and going to sit at the table.
There were a couple of young men wearing just aprons, which were obviously
staff and seeing to the food.  Jonathan and Ted helped themselves and went
and sat together.  When everyone was served the two helpers served
themselves, then took off their aprons, and went to sit with the rest.

Large table napkins were provided.  "We need these to protect our vital
parts from hot food," said Ted.

There was some general conversation over the meal, but most of the time Ted
and Jonathan talked together.  Coffee was served in a different room.  This
had a number of sofas and easy chairs.  Ted and Jonathan ended up sitting
in a comfortable window seat.  This meant that they had to sit closer.
Their legs touched, and neither drew away.  Ted asked Jonathan more about
himself.  When they had finished their coffee, Ted took both cups.  "Shall
we adjourn to my room?"

Jonathan smiled, knowing the implications.  "Good idea."  As he stood up he
felt his cock stir.  The last thing he wanted to do was to walk through the
room and upstairs with Ted with a hard cock.  He tried thinking of
irregular French verbs; he often found that that distracted him
sufficiently, and it did this time, too.  As soon as they got into the
room, Ted shut the door, and put his arms round Jonathan and hugged him
close.  By this time both cocks were hard and pressing against each other.

"I've wanted to get you alone ever since you walked out and plunged into
the pool.  Now we can have some fun together."  He put a hand down between
them and caught hold of Jonathan's cock.  "Did anyone tell you are very
sexy, irresistibly sexy?"

"Keith has said it several times.  But I'm really very new to all this, so
I don't know.  I've only had fun with Bob, my school friend, and with
Keith."

"That all?  Why do you think all the guys here are going around naked, they
have one intention - of getting as much sex as they can?"

"My upbringing says it's wrong.  But I'm just doing what seems natural to
me.  If no one is hurt, then what's wrong?"

Ted knelt down into front of Jonathan and took his cock into his mouth.  As
always, whether with Bob or Keith, this was something that Jonathan found
intensely arousing.  After a few minutes, he pulled Ted up.  "Not too much
of that.  I don't want to cum too quickly.  Get on the bed, and I'll attend
to you."

Ted got onto the bed and lay on his back with his legs apart.  Jonathan lay
on his front between Ted's legs and proceeded to attend to what was in
front of him.  His days with Keith had taught Jonathan a lot.  He ran the
tip of his tongue up Ted's cock.  He twirled his tongue around the head.
He licked the balls, and licked and kissed the groin and behind the balls.
The sounds of pleasure from Ted confirmed that Jonathan was doing the right
things.  "Where did you learn to do all that?"

"I did a crash course with Keith."

After a while they lay side by side and talked.  Jonathan asked Ted about
himself and how he started enjoying having fun with members of the same
sex.

"I'm one of those seduced by an older boy when I was at prep school.  I've
never looked back from then on.  There was a lot of sex at Public School.
Same at University.  I'm now a respectable solicitor [lawyer] in a small
country town in the midlands.  I make sure I keep business and pleasure
well apart.  I used to go into Birmingham for some fun from time to time,
but then I heard about Bill's Club.  As I have to go up to London once or
twice a month, I go there.  It is all very safe, confidential and pleasant.
I have been down here a few times, and have enjoyed myself.  And now I want
to enjoy myself with you.  Jon, I want to get that cock you're playing with
so nicely, up your arse.  You've got a bum that just asks to be fucked, if
you don't mind my language."

"I thought that was your evil intent when you got me up here into your
room."  Jon grinned.

"You came very willingly."

"I know what I want, too."

"Good.  So get on your back, and pull your legs up, then I can look at you
in the face while I fill that arse of yours with my cock."

There were lube and condoms in the room Jonathan prepared himself, and Ted
rolled a condom onto his own cock, and put a load of lube on it.

Ted's cock was a good average in size, certainly no larger than Keith's, so
it slipped in easily.

"That feels good, Ted!"

"Glad you like it.  Now put your legs on my shoulders and I'll do the
necessary."

Jonathan felt pleasantly filled.  Ted did not hurry.  It was about half an
hour later when the pace of the thrusting increased, and Ted shot his load
into the safe confines of the condom.

Jonathan and Ted spent the night together.  It was about three o'clock when
cuddled up together, they dropped off to sleep.

Jonathan woke just before nine o'clock the next morning.  Ted was still
fast asleep.  He disentangled himself and went off for a shower.  The
natural craving for food took over and he made his way down to the dining
room.  One of the apron-only clad chefs asked if he wanted a cooked
breakfast.  He ordered the full works of an English breakfast.  While that
was being cooked he ate a large plateful of cereal.  He was alone in the
dining room, but when the cooked part of his meal was brought in the chef
sat down with him drinking a cup of coffee.

With a broad cockney accent the chef told Jonathan that he worked at Bill's
Club in town [London].  While Jonathan ate the full English breakfast they
chatted on.

When he had finished Jonathan went out and sat on one of the sun-beds, and
soaked up the warm September sun.  It was three quarters of an hour later
that Andy came out and joined him.

"I hope you haven't been out here all night?"

"No way.  I had a most enjoyable night.  But when I woke I was hungry so
went off and had some breakfast."

"Did you spend the night with Ted?  I noticed that you were with him for
the meal and coffee yesterday evening, and you went off together."

"Yea; we had a good night.  It must have been about three when we
eventually drifted off to sleep."

Andy laughed.  "Ted's good fun.  Knows how to give pleasure to a guy."

Jonathan realised that Andy obviously had experience of being with Ted.  He
wondered if this applied to most of the men who were away on this weekend.

They talked for a while.  The pool-side was a sun trap, and both Jonathan
and Andy were feeling the heat.

"I need a swim to cool off," said Andy.

"Okay, then!"  Jonathan jumped up and straight into the pool, immediately
followed by Andy.  There was a large ball floating in the water and they
played around with that for a time.  There was quite a lot of bodily
contact.  Then the door to the farmhouse opened, and Bill came out.  He
stood at the side of the pool watching the two younger men at their play.
After several minutes Andy said that he must go, but would be back later.
He got out of the pool and disappeared.

Jonathan soon clambered out after him and came and stood alongside Bill.
"Thanks, Bill, for the weekend."

"You're enjoying yourself then?"

"Yes, very much.  I've never been to anywhere like this before."

"You seem to have settled in very quickly.  You're a good swimmer, Jon.
You've got a good body"

"Thanks.  I do a fair bit of swimming at home; but my main sports are
rugger [Rugby football] and cricket."

"I was down here swimming for a good half an hour this morning.  I like it
then with no one about."

"Alone?"

"When I'm in town I go swimming almost every morning about six o'clock.  I
find I do most of my serious thinking swimming up and down the pool.  It's
not so good here, as the pool is so small, but it's better than
nothing. But I'm pleased you're enjoying yourself."  Bill's hand came up
and lightly touched Jonathan's back.  Then it went down and cupped his
right buttock.  The touch was so gentle and Jonathan found it arousing.  He
was conscious of his cock beginning to stir.  Bill then lightly ran a
finger up and down the crack of Jonathan's bum.  There was no attempted
penetration.

"Look what you doing to me?" said Bill with a nod down towards his crotch,
where his cock was beginning to protrude, it looked huge.

"Look what you're doing to me?"  Jonathan shot back, He was now fully
aroused and his cock stuck out like a barber's pole.

Bill put his hand to Jonathan's waist and pulling Him close till their
cocks fought for space between them.  He whispered.  "I want my cock to get
into your arse."

"It'd split me in two.  I've never encountered one that size before."

"We've got plenty of time.  Until to tomorrow afternoon.  If we take it
gently it shouldn't be too painful.  Come."  Bill put his hand in the small
of Jonathan's back, and guided him, not to his room, but to one of the
small rooms facing onto the poolside.  To Jonathan's surprise the door was
not closed but kept open.

Once inside Bill got on his knees.  "First, I want to have a good suck of
your cock."  Immediately Jonathan knew he was in the hands, or rather the
mouth, of an expert.  Lips and tongued pleasured Jonathan, but before he
climaxed Bill pulled away.

"Now, let's get down to business.  You lube yourself, plenty inside and
around the opening.  Try to open yourself with your fingers as much as you
can.  I'll prepare myself." He handed Jonathan a container of Liquid Silk,
and tore open a sachet and rolled the condom on to his huge cock.  Then
Bill got onto the bed, and lay on his back, with the full eight inches and
more of his cock sticking up into the air.  "Jonathan you lower yourself
onto that.  I'm going to lie still.  I'll not thrust or push until I am
right in.  Take your time, and then you'll enjoy it."

"Jonathan got on to the bed, and knelt across Bill's body.  He reached
round to hold Bill's cock, and sat back until he could feel the head
touching his anus.  He knew from experience with Bob and Keith that the
first entrance was often the most difficult.  Bill kept absolutely still,
and Jonathan sat back so Bill's cock was pressing increasingly more against
his anus.  Then suddenly the head was in.  It hurt for a moment.
Jonathan's instinctive reaction was to pull off, but he resisted that, and
remained absolutely still.  Slowly the pain decreased.

"Well done, Jon.  Well done.  That's the most difficult bit, but don't
hurry with the rest."

Jonathan started to lower himself further onto Bill's cock.  There was no
sudden movement.  Slowly Jonathan felt his insides letting the battering
ram of Bill's cock penetrate further and further in to him.

Bill kept his eyes on Jonathan's face, noting his expressions of pain and
pleasure as each stage was reached.  A warm smile spread across Bill's
face.  "Good.  Well done, that feels great."

A smile spread over Jonathan's face when he realised he was now sitting on
Bill's hips, and the cock could go no further.

"That wasn't too bad, was it?"

"I think my being in total control made the difference.  I could decide
when I wanted to move further, and when to stop when the pain got to be too
much."

"So how does it feel now?  Hurt?"

"No.  I just feel very full."

"Though I say it myself, I am well endowed."

As they talked Jonathan felt himself relax even more.  Bill, with all the
experience of many initiations of young men into the delights of this sort
of sexual activity, knew the more relaxed Jonathan became the more they
would both enjoy themselves.

When he thought Jonathan was as relaxed as he was going to be Bill twitched
his cock inside Jonathan.  It was only a slight movement, but Jonathan felt
it fully, and found himself wanting more.

"Like that?"

"Wow.  That was wonderful."

Bill repeated the action several times.  It was now Jonathan who began to
move, slightly at first for fear of it hurting.  First of all he made some
muscular movements inside himself, then some sideways movements, and when
comfortable with that he began to move up and down.

Jonathan heard a movement behind him and turning his head saw that Andy was
standing at the door watching.

"Well done, Jon.  Anyone who can take Bill's monster is doing well.  He has
the biggest cock I've ever encountered.  Take that, you can take any."

"He's born to do this.  He's really good, as well as being hot to look at,"
said Bill.

"I'll leave you two to it.  Enjoy yourselves," said Andy.

"We will," came a duet response from the bed.

"Now Jon, you're in control.  You decide the pace.  The really skilled
love-maker can bring both to a climax at the same time.  That means you
have to watch the expressions on my face, as well as any movements I make,
you try to keep in step with me.  It's not an easy thing to do but let's
see how you get on.  The longer you take about it the better, for me
certainly, and probably for you."

Jon watched Bill's face, and tried to get both of them approaching a climax
at the same time.  There were several times when one and not the other was
nearly there.

"When you're about to cum, I'm not; and when I'm nearly there you are far
off."

"I know," said Bill, "It's not easy.  You're doing well.  I'm enjoying it,
very much.  Hope you are."

"I'm too."

Jonathan did not achieve a simultaneous climax.  He pushed Bill just that
step too far.  He saw from Bill's face that he had lost control.  Then he
felt the huge cock within him, first harden even more, and then convulse.
It wasn't just one convulsion but many.  Bill took hold of Jonathan's cock
and wanked him off.  Jonathan's cum landed on Bill's chest, white blobs
among the dark hairs.

"Thanks, Jon.  I enjoyed that."

"You seemed to produce a lot of cum."

"I hadn't shot a load for three days, so the tank was full."

"Am I your first this weekend?"

"Yes, and will probably be my only one.  I like to have one really good
session, and you've given me that.  Keith tells me you've only been doing
this sort of thing for a few months."

"Yes, you're only the fourth man I've had fun with."

"You're a natural.  We mustn't let your natural gifts go to waste."

***

Jonathan spent most of the afternoon in or beside the pool.  Andy and
several of the more active ones were there, either playing with the ball,
or just horsing around.

When they went for their evening meal Ted came up to Jonathan.  "Have you
had a good day?"

"Yes, very good.  Good sex this morning, and fun in and around the pool
this afternoon."

"I heard you younger ones larking around.  I got some sleep, as I didn't
get much sleep last night."

"Sorry about that."

"I'm not.  I'd far rather do what we were doing than sleep anytime!  In
fact I wouldn't mind another session tonight; unless you're otherwise
engaged."

"That's a nice thought.  I enjoyed last night too.  Though I think I'm a
bit sore.  I had Bill's tool up me this morning, and it is rather a
battering ram."

"No problem.  Your tool can do its stuff up me.  That'll be fine by me."

The two of them stayed around drinking coffee and talking with other guests
for longer this second evening.  There was no longer the urgency to get
away together.  When they did retire to Ted's room they lay under the duvet
talking together.  Ted told Jonathan more about his experiences, several
about the Greenhouse Sauna in Darleston, which had been one the places he
had frequented.  Jonathan got him to describe in detail the sauna, and
wondered if he would ever be bold enough go to a place like that.

They moved in slow and easy stages from cuddling and kissing, to stroking
and arousal, on to Jonathan's penetration of Ted.  For most of the time Ted
lay on his front, and with Jonathan on top he dictated the pace.  The
earlier activities of the weekend meant that his climax was not as
productive as the earlier one, but it satisfied both of them.  Again they
fell to sleep in each other's arms, but in the morning they both seemed to
wake at the same time.

"I hope I see you again, Jon.  I've enjoyed our times together.  If ever
you come up my way.  When you're at Bristol University if you fancy a
weekend together you could come and stay."

"That's a nice thought.  I'll probably take you up on that."

It was late in the morning when Jonathan was sitting by the pool that Andy
came out.  "How's it going?  Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes.  I've never been to anything like this.  I have never gone without
wearing any clothes for as long as this, anytime in my life."

Andy laughed. "You'll feel overdressed when you put your clothes on this
afternoon."  He paused, before continuing, "I slept alone last night, with
my door open.  I was rather hoping that you might join me, but your room
was empty all night."

Jonathan blushed slightly.  "I was otherwise engaged."

"So I gathered.  You're a very sexy guy, when I first saw you I hoped we
could get together sometime during the weekend."

"Everybody is saying I'm sexy!  I don't think I'm sexy. You're far sexier
than I am."

"I don't think we see our own sexiness.  I hoped to get you alone yesterday
morning, but Bill got you first.  My heart fell when I saw him come out
here; I knew he'd be after you."

"That was an experience!"

"He's got a whopper.  Biggest I've ever encountered.  But he knows how to
get it in where he wants."

"You're not so tiny, Andy.  And yours is showing some interest."

Andy laughed.  "As I said, being with a sexy bloke....."

Jonathan lay back, putting his hands behind his head, and so revealed all,
with his own cock beginning to rise.

"Come up to my room?  Let's make up for lost time."

Jonathan stood up and followed Andy up to his room.  The door was closed.
"You're a real feast for the eyes, Jon.  And I reckon you know a thing or
two about giving another guy a good time."

"I'm learning fast on this weekend.  It's been for me a crash course on gay
sex."

"Well, Bill had a highly satisfied look on his face yesterday lunch time."

"He just told me what to do, and I did it."

"And no doubt stored up the memory for future use."

"So what are you wanting, Andy?"

"For starters a nice long hug."  He pulled Jonathan close to himself, and
pressed their bodies together.  Their hand cocks were together, and pressed
together by Andy's hands massaging and pulling on Jonathan's arse.  They
kissed.

"Now get on the bed, Jon, on your back with your legs open.  That cock of
your is needing some oral care."

Jonathan got onto the bed, and opened his legs.  Andy got between
Jonathan's legs and crouching down began by sucking his cock.  Then he
began to run his tongue repeatedly up Jonathan's cock.  Jonathan had
experienced this before and liked it; but then Andy did something new.
Instead of running the tip of the tongue up the cock he began to flip the
tip of his tongue to left and right across the cock, slowly moving the area
of contact up towards the tip.

Jonathan moaned with appreciation, and when the moving tongue reached to
the edge of his cock-helmet, the moans became cries aloud.

"You like that?"

"Wow."

"Still learning?"

"I want to practise that on you."

They changed positions and it was now Jonathan's turn to do the same to
Andy.

His time with Andy was very much a learning experience.  "Some guys like
this, Jon."  Andy then started licking Jonathan's arm pits.  Jonathan was a
quick learner of these little touches.

"You'll do well, Jon."

They were still playing around together, with Andy teaching and showing
Jonathan fresh things, when the gong for lunch sounded.

"We can't leave off now, "said Andy.  "Let's sixty-nine and bring each
other to climax."

That did not take long, and when they arrived downstairs it was obvious to
those who saw them what they had been doing just minutes before.  Bill came
across to where they were sitting for the meal.  "Can see you two have been
having a good time.  There has been a slight change of plan.  Keith has got
to go off and do something for me, so you can travel back to town with me.
I believe you've got the key to Keith's pad?"

Jonathan nodded.

It was the middle of the afternoon when everybody prepared to leave.
Jonathan found it strange to be wearing clothes again.  Ted renewed the
invitation for a weekend.  Keith and Andy had disappeared already.

Bill was the last to leave.  One of the chefs acted as chauffeur, and
Jonathan sat with Bill in the back. Jonathan again thanked Bill for the
wonderful weekend.

They had not gone far when he began to feel sleepy.  He was trying to keep
awake and converse with Bill.

"I expect you're tired after all the sex and swimming of the weekend.  Go
to sleep if you want to."

Very soon Jonathan's head fell against Bill's shoulder.

Jonathan did not see the questioning look from the chauffeur, and the
answering nod from Bill.


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