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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Henry settled himself on the rug under the old wooden table that sat in the middle of the kitchen. He must just have finished a walk or a run for he was panting loudly, his soft pink tongue lolling from the side of his mouth. Alex had offered a bowl of water, but Jamie had explained that the dog had just devoured a bottle-full.

The men sat together, almost touching, on the same side of the table, waiting for the kettle to finish boiling. On the sound of the click, Alex stood up and finished making the two mugs of milky coffee.

"You probably know why I'm here," started off Jamie, his voice gruff and uneven.

In retrospect, Alex would describe the other man's demeanor as sheepish. Presently, it was difficult to divine what he was thinking or feeling.

"Miles, I guess," answered Alex brightly.

Miles was Jamie's twenty-year-old son.

"No, Miles is fine," said Jamie. "We spoke to him last night. He's having a great time, by all accounts."

Alex was treating the young man to a holiday in Paris, accompanied by a few friends. One of them was Alex's son-in-law, to whom Miles had formed a strong emotional and sexual attachment.

This relationship had been the subject of the men's previous conversation, an interesting event in itself, but perhaps not half as interesting as what was to happen next.

Jamie took a swig of coffee and licked his lips.

"This is good stuff," he acknowledged.

"We have to get it from Dublin, or have it delivered," explained Alex, pleased that the effort and the expense was not wasted on the other man.

Jamie was a good-looking man in his early forties, with black hair and a beard not yet turning to grey. Alex was about twenty years older. He too had a handsome face, smooth and relatively unlined, with a full head of white hair.

"Sex games!" announced Jamie abruptly, glad to get the words out of the way. "I want to play some sex games."

Alex was relieved not to be in mid-swallow of his coffee. If only for comic effect he would have found it hard to resist a spit-take.

A second or two later, Jamie clarified his intentions:

"With you," he added. "I want to play some sex games with you."

At the previous meeting, Jamie had made his feelings very clear about wanting to protect his son from manipulation and abuse. During their discussion he had pinned Alex against his van and taunted him, challenging the older man to get hard. In the event, it was Jamie himself who got hard, harder possibly than he had ever been in his life.

Obviously, this fact had been playing on his mind.

"I've spoken to Ellen about it and she's all in favour," said Jamie. "I wouldn't have come here behind her back."

Alex was lost for words. It had been an emotionally turbulent time for him recently; his own world was really quite upside down from what it used to be just three months ago.

"I'd like to tie you up and see what happens. That's the gist of it. I can't get it out of my head. What do you say, Alex?"

"But what have you told your wife?" queried Alex, playing for time.

"Just that, basically. I want to experience having someone like you in my power."

He stood up and moved very close to Alex.

"I won't ever hurt you," he muttered, looking directly into Alex's eyes. "But I might pretend that I am going to..."

Alex felt his heart racing and his breath slowing. Jamie had the most amazing blue eyes. It must be difficult for anyone to refuse a request from eyes like this. His own eyes betrayed his excitement and submission.

"Kneel down," commanded Jamie. "You can start by licking my balls."

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By *500Man
4 weeks ago

London

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

At first, Alex assumed that he had to remove Jamie's jeans and thus began to unbuckle the belt.

"Hey!" snapped Jamie, brushing away Alex' hand. "Lick me through the denim. And do a decent job."

Alex did his best, but the blue jeans were thick and rough. Behind the dark material it was obvious that Jamie was well-endowed. Alex used his tongue in long, slow strokes moving upwards.

"Hmmm," murmured Jamie, "That's a good start."

He looked down at the older man and felt a surge of energy course through his body. It was the first time in his life that he had ever put himself in a position like this and the effect was like consuming a large amount of strong alcohol or taking a heavy drug. The headiness of it was overpowering.

"Higher now," he urged, "And bite it too."

Alex sunk his teeth very carefully into the thick rod that protruded along the length of the crotch, nibbling his way from top to bottom and back again.

By this time, Alex himself was very stiff too. He wondered how far Jamie was likely to go into the game, what he might want to touch and feel and lick of him, if anything. He merely hoped that the man would be open to exploring fully all sides of his sexuality.

Part of him wanted to laugh out loud at the absurdity of what was taking place; but the major part of him was absorbed in the thrilling shock of it. Jamie the tradesman, the electrician, was being served by the physicist, the professor. This was part of the game, of course, the role-reversal.

"OK," ordered Jamie, "You can remove my belt."

Alex unbuckled the think leather belt and and was about to lower the zipper too when Jamie stopped him.

"Just the belt," he said. "Remove it and give it to me."

Alex did as he was told and slipped the belt out, passing it up to Jamie.

"OK, stand up," said Jamie. "Now turn around, with your hands behind you."

Alex gasped as his hands were criss-crossed behind his back and tied together firmly with the leather belt.

He groaned at the indignity and the brutality of it, but was enormously turned on. Jamie had noticed what was happening to Alex.

"Better then last time, eh?" he said, copping a firm feel of the bulge between Alex's legs.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Alex was unsure why he was so aroused. Undoubtedly, the younger man was very attractive, but that wasn’t the reason he felt so excited. After all, he had known Jamie for a long time and had never once entertained or imagined any kind of a sexual liaison with him. Even after their most recent encounter in the driveway outside, when Jamie had more or less assaulted him, Alex had put the incident aside and moved on to other thoughts. Now, however, being alone in the house with him, his hands firmly tethered behind his back, Alex was more than ready for a new adventure. His heart was beating wildly now.

“Are you sure about this?” asked Jamie, his cold blue eyes penetrating into Alex.

“Yes, I think so,” he replied.

“I have a few ideas, you see,” explained Jamie. “Can I share them with you?”

“OK,” said Alex, aware of the discomfort he felt from having his hands tied up. “Could we go into the living room? I’d like to sit down.”

“Sure,” agreed Jamie, nodding his head. “After you.”

After they had settled on to the sofa, Jamie noticed that Alex was struggling to sit properly.

“Wait a minute,” he said, “I have a better idea.”

He left Alex sitting alone in the living room for a minute while he returned to the kitchen.

“This will work better,” he said, holding up Henry’s collar. “Turn round and I’ll unfasten you.”

And so the leather belt around his hands was exchanged for a black leather collar around his neck.

“Much better,” smiled Jamie, “Now we can talk seriously, as master to servant.”

For some reason, the introduction of this new symbol of his powerlessness was even more erotic for Alex; he even moaned aloud as Jamie fastened it to him.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you, you dirty cunt?” growled Jamie with his face so close up to him that Alex could smell his coffee breath.

Alex nodded, his eyes downcast, not wishing to meet the gaze of the other man directly, anxious to play the part well.

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By *lutdaddy4useMan
4 weeks ago

Oxon/Northants/Bucks

This is going to be good

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

“First of all, remove all your clothes, except for your pants,” ordered Jamie. “I hope you’re in good shape because this is an inspection.”

Alex began to unbutton his shirt.

“Quicker than that, boy,” snapped Jamie, prodding him with a finger into his chest.

Alex speeded up, removing his shirt, vest and trousers.

“Socks off too,” said Jamie.

Alex bent down and received a sharp slap on his backside.

“Good boy,” said Jamie, “Good boy.”

Although Jamie was improvising everything he did, not having planned any further than his initial announcement that he wanted to play sex games with Alex, he felt comfortable in the role he was taking.

“Sit down beside me, boy, and stroke my cock while we talk,” he said.

He lay back into the cushions of the sofa and waited as Alex settled in beside him, his hand caressing the inviting hump in the jeans.

“That’s nice,” murmured Jamie, “I could get used to this.”

He lay his head back against the sofa and breathed in and out slowly, savouring the sensation of being fondled so intimately.

“One idea I had,” he began, in-between heavy breaths, “Is to get another guy to join us.”

Alex, unsure how to respond, simply nodded his head in approval.

“Someone Miles’ age, really young. Are you OK with that?”

Alex nodded again, and murmured his consent to the idea, but couldn’t help wondering if Jamie’s wife would be told about this part of the game. He doubted that she would.

“Don’t stop!” barked Jamie, as Alex relaxed his attentions. “And you can unzip me now and get it out,” he added.

It was a magnificent uncut cock, at least eight inches long.

“Get on your knees then, boy, and make me cum, quickly.”

The foreskin was loose and pulled back easily. It tasted good. It grew even stiffer once it was inside the other man’s mouth. If Alex tried to touch it with his hands, Jamie knocked them away. Only his mouth was permitted. He struggled to accommodate it fully, and when it hit the back of his throat he feared he might throw up. Eventually, he worked on the thick round tip of it with his lips, covering it with saliva. Jamie groaned and Alex could sense the muscles contracting along the length of it. Four jets of white liquid entered his mouth and he swallowed it down.

Quickly, Jamie pulled up his jeans, rose from the sofa and left the room. Shortly after, the front door slammed and the white van drove away.

Alex was left sitting there with the dog’s collar still around his neck.

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By *ashtoolMan
4 weeks ago

belfast

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By *ld joe69Man
4 weeks ago

Farnborough

Very good start to what could be a very interesting story

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

"So how did it go?" asked Ellen, when Jamie arrived home.

"OK," he muttered, almost as though speaking to himself.

His wife didn't remark on the expedition until later that evening. By then, Jamie was a little more talkative.

"Have you seen Henry's collar?" she asked, entering the lounge to watch TV with her husband.

"I left it at his place," admitted Jamie.

He then started to laugh.

"He's probably still wearing it, the stupid git!"

Ellen sat down in the armchair across from Jamie, who usually liked to lie down across the settee to watch television.

"So it went well then?" she asked. "He went along with it?"

"Mm-hmm," grunted Jamie.

"Will you be going back?"

Jamie looked across at his wife and smiled.

"Suppose I'll have to, if we want Henry's collar back," he said.

They sat quietly for a moment. The TV was playing, but with the sound turned down. They hadn't decided what to watch.

"I'll tell you all about it later," he added, "Once we're in bed."

Ellen got up from her chair and picked up the TV remote.

"Why not come up to bed and tell me all about it now," she suggested.

Jamie looked surprised but delighted.

"It's early yet," he protested weakly. "Are you sure?"

She switched off the TV, placed the remote on the window-sill and held out her hand. Jamie took hold of her hand and raised himself from the settee.

"We might need to go over the details several times," she said. "Come on!"

And with that she headed upstairs to their bedroom.

Jamie blew out a long, slow breath.

"Fuck me," he muttered. "What have I started?"

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By *ravelguyMan
4 weeks ago

Ipswich

Loving this,especially the idea of introducing a young guy

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Jamie was right. Alex kept the dog collar around his neck until bedtime. It gave him a certain energy and allowed him to process what had happened earlier. He imagined Stéphane, his son-in-law, arriving home unexpectedly and finding him wearing it. He was even tempted to make a phone call to Paris and tell him all about it. He was burning to tell someone. In the end, he phoned Jamie himself, at just before ten o’clock. It was late for a social call but not that late.

“Hello, Alex,” said Ellen, reaching out and answering Jamie’s mobile from the side of the bed.

“Oh, sorry,” mumbled Alex, taken unawares by the female voice. “Is Jamie there?”

The line went quiet and Alex assumed that the call had been muted at the other end while the husband and wife spoke.

Suddenly, Jamie’s voice broke through:

“We want you to come over to us now,” he said. “Are you willing to do that? Right now.”

This time Alex went quiet, unable to comprehend the exact nature of the request.

“Right now?” he repeated.

“Yes,” said Jamie. “It will take you ten minutes. Park next to my van, there’s plenty of room.”

“Why?” asked Alex. “Why do you want to see me now?”

Jamie laughed and in the background there was also the sound of Ellen’s laughter.

“You know why, maggot.”

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The redbrick house was no more than twenty years old. It had a large garage to the left, outside of which was parked Jamie’s work van. A small blue car, shared by Miles and his mother, was parked to the left of the van. Alex pulled into the ample space on the right of the van, nearest to the front door. He looked up at the house and guessed it had four bedrooms. He was wearing the collar around his neck and little else, aside from his briefs, socks and shoes. He had taken the bold decision to show Jamie that he meant to play the game seriously. It was only halfway into the journey that he considered what Ellen might think.

He untied his shoes, slipped them off and removed his socks, leaving them in the footwell. Gingerly, he tiptoed across the drive to the front door and rang the bell. It was dark, but the house was well lit by a street lamp across the road. Alex prayed that the door would open before a car or a pedestrian came past.

In the event, it was Ellen who opened the door, dressed only in a flimsy pink night gown. When she saw the almost naked man on her doorstep, she wanted to laugh out loud, but restrained herself. By now Alex was starting to shiver.

“He’s upstairs,” she said. “You’d better go straight up.”

Alex made for the stairs, looking round when he reached the landing for a sign which room to enter. There were five white doors, only one of them half open. The room inside was semi-lit with a warm orange glow. He pushed the door open and went in.

Jamie was lying bare-breasted on the bed, propped up against the head board with two thick white pillows behind him. His lower body was concealed by the bed sheets. His mouth half opened in surprise when he saw that Alex was dressed as he had left him earlier that afternoon. He blew out his cheeks to relieve the tension he suddenly experienced in his chest. He didn’t know what to say for a moment or two. Alex, cleverly, refused to speak, but simply stood quietly and submissively at the foot of the bed. Jamie’s eyes widened with excitement, proud of the older man’s grasp of the subtleties of the game that they were embarking upon.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

“Give me your car keys,” he commanded, holding out his hand.

Alex walked up to the bed and handed them over. Jamie opened a small drawer in the cabinet next to the bed and put them away.

“Kneel down, while I decide what to do with you,” he said.

Jamie looked him over, scrutinising the lean, smooth body.

“You would like to fuck my wife?” he asked, point blank.

Out of submissive habit, Alex merely nodded his head, keeping quiet.

“You would like me to fuck you?”

Again, Alex nodded vigorously.

“You dirty little bastard!” proclaimed Jamie.

Unheard by either man, Ellen had ascended the staircase and she now slipped into the room, climbing into bed beside her husband.

“He wants to fuck you and he wants me to fuck him!” Jamie told her.

“I know. I heard,” she said.

Her face gave nothing away. She leaned over and kissed her husband. He responded with a warm, tender embrace.

“Or maybe he’d like to watch,” suggested Jamie.

“Yes,” she said.

This time she looked directly at Alex, whose head was bowed. She turned to smile and wink at her husband.

“He’s already fucked our son, you know,” announced Jamie, fiercely.

At this, Alex’ ears pricked up and his face flushed red. He could barely breathe and heard his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

“How many times have you fucked our son, maggot?” demanded Jamie.

“Three times,” he murmured, barely audible, his head down low.

“Speak up, worm,” shouted Jamie. “How many times?”

“Three!” said Alex, as loudly and as proudly as he dared.

“And did you seek our permission, maggot?”

Alex shook his head.

“So you must receive a punishment three times over, is that right?”

Alex nodded in agreement.

“Good answer,” said Jamie.

He reached over and turned off the bedside lamp next to him. Ellen did the same on her side, but not until she had jumped out of bed and collected a single duvet and a pillow from the chest of drawers on her side of the room. She threw them over to where Alex was kneeling.

“You’ll sleep at the foot of our bed tonight,” explained Jamie. “After breakfast, you can drive back home like that.”

All-in-all he deemed that was sufficient to count for one substantial punishment. He had not yet decided on the nature of the other two.

As Alex sought to get as comfortable as possible on the floor, he could hear the man and wife giggling quietly from the darkness of the bed; and then came the sounds of kissing and love-making.

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By *ashtoolMan
4 weeks ago

belfast

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By *ung-RobMan
4 weeks ago

Tottenham/Rickmansworth

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Curled up in a ball, with the warm quilt over him, Alex couldn’t get comfortable enough to fall asleep. The floor was too hard and no position suited him. He began to regret his earlier decision and imagined himself at home in bed. After about twenty minutes, the unmistakable sound of Ellen’s orgasm filled the room; and then it went quiet for a while.

“Come here, boy,” said Jamie’s voice, soft and inviting.

Alex pushed aside the duvet and crawled over to Jamie’s side of the bed. The clock on the cabinet indicated that it was now quarter to eleven. The bedlight lamp came on, bathing the crawling man in its orange glow.

“Good dog,” whispered Jamie, ruffling Alex’ hair as he approached. “I’ve got a nice juicy bone for you.”

He lifted the bedclothes to allow Alex access.

“You can sleep next door in Miles’ bed once you’ve finished,” he added.

As he lay there on his back with the man attending to him intimately for the second time that day, Jamie stroked Alex’ hair and head, and ran his hands across his back.

When he came, this time it was the older man who departed, finding his way to the single bed next door. There was a bottle of water waiting for him beside the bed, which he gratefully opened, swilling away the taste of Jamie’s semen which had made his throat quite dry. But it was a taste he felt he could become addicted to.

Jamie remained where he was, emptied, satisfied, and cuddled up against the naked body of his wife. Soon they were both asleep.

Next door, Alex stayed awake for the next half hour, his mind racing, his body frustrated. He played with himself for a while and toyed with the idea of jacking off, knowing that the relief would help him sleep. Ultimately, however, he found the denial of his own pleasure a greater thrill, and drifted off into slumber with the thought that in the morning he could proudly face his master with the knowledge that he had been a clean and continent dog. As he got harder and harder thinking about it, he became more and more determined to be the best servant he could to this new vital force in his life.

It was only in the morning when he awoke in the daylight and looked around the room that the significance of being in Miles’ bed struck him.

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By *teosubMan
4 weeks ago

love watcn porn as da n unbuttons me shirt clamps n works me nips n edging me coc as he milks me prostrate

Mmmmm

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By *haneportsMan
4 weeks ago

portsmouth

Nice mixed interests

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Jamie sneaked into Alex’ bedroom while his wife was still asleep. He knelt down at the side of the bed so that he could talk to him without being overheard. Alex sat up in bed to listen.

“Thank you for coming over last night,” he began. “I hope you slept alright.”

He reached into his dressing-gown pocket and handed over the keys to Alex’ car.

“When can I see you again?”

Alex was flustered by the politeness being shown to him; he’d expected more verbal abuse this morning, and was a little disappointed not to receive it.

“That’s up to you,” he replied. “I am all yours now.”

Jamie’s face lit up and his eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Really?” he said. “You’re still game for it then, mate?”

Alex looked sideways at the chair by the window. His collar was sitting there. Jamie followed his gaze and smiled.

“Can I tell you something?” he confided to Alex, picking up the black leather band. “This is a new collar, barely a week old. I bought it with you in mind. I think you should keep it.”

“What about Henry?” asked Alex.

“His old collar is fine; I just made an excuse to buy this,” he explained.

He remained kneeling at the side of the bed. His knees peeped out from under his robe. Alex was aware of the black hairs along his lower legs.

“I was as hard as a rock in the shop, buying this,” he confessed. “It really turns me on to see you wearing it. Even just thinking about you wearing it gets me hard.”

He placed the collar in Alex’ lap.

“Wow!” said Alex, not sure what else to add, but very grateful to hear the confession.

“Can you find us a boy to play with?” asked Jamie suddenly. “He needs to be Miles’s age or younger.”

His eyes darted about nervously, looking at Alex and then looking away several times in succession.

“Does Ellen know?” asked Alex.

Jamie shook his head.

“Not yet.”

“Are you going to tell her?”

“Yes.”

His gaze was fixed now, looking at the older man sternly and intensely.

“I have to do it before I know why I’m doing it,” he whispered urgently. “Once I know what it is all about, I shall tell her everything.”

Alex had already done some research online and had even found a possible candidate. This was one of the thoughts that had kept him awake a little longer than usual.

“Give me a few days,” he said, “And then come and see me. We can talk more at my place, OK?”

Jamie nodded in agreement.

“Thank you, Alex,” he said, rising from the floor.

As Jamie got up off the floor, Alex took the opportunity to attach the collar to himself. He sat up straight in bed, alert and attentive.

Jamie slipped off his dressing-gown and stood there naked, his erection sticking out, ready to receive its morning service.

“Come on then, boy,” said Jamie, breathlessly, “There’s still plenty of juice left inside.”

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By *ashtoolMan
4 weeks ago

belfast

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

According to his profile on the gay website, Ryan was a twenty-year-old fair-haired Irish lad based in Dublin. Communication between him and Alex had been promising, but in order to make sure that everything went well, Alex had arranged to meet up with him on a purely social basis prior to booking anything definite with him.

“It’s a long way to go just for a chat,” said Jamie, reading the profile details on his phone and viewing the numerous photographs, most of them naked but none of them explicit.

“It’s OK,” explained Alex, “I have to go into the city tomorrow anyway. It makes sense to make the most of it. That’s why I need to get as much detail as possible from you about what you want from him.”

Jamie wanted to know if he was a top or a bottom guy.

“It says here that he’s versatile,” said Alex. “He does seem to tick a hell of a lot of boxes, based on your specifications.”

Jamie laughed.

“Makes him sound like a product, not a person.”

The laughter tailed off. Both men fell silent.

“I feel sick,” said Jamie, getting up from the kitchen table and going over to the sink.

He held his head over the sink for a minute, waiting to see what might happen. Finally, he took a glass from the draining board and filled it with cold water, swigging it back in one long gulp.

“Are you OK?” asked Alex.

Jamie nodded, replaced the glass and returned to his seat.

“Am I sick?” he asked. “Sick in the head?”

Alex didn’t speak, allowing the other man a chance to complete his thoughts and arrive at a better question.

“This all started when I found out for sure that Miles is gay,” he said. “Up until then, none of these thoughts were there. What the hell is wrong with me?”

From what Jamie had already told Alex, it seemed that Miles had been quite graphic and open with his father in his descriptions of the things that he had so far been doing with other men. Alex wondered how much of Miles’ willingness to reveal these details had been due to his father’s desire to hear them. Either way, it must have been an interesting conversation.

“Look,” said Alex, “Once you’ve met Ryan yourself, you’ll understand a bit more about what motives are at work inside yourself. It was like that with me when I met Salvador. He opened up something in me that I hadn’t realised existed to the extent it does.”

“What’s that then?” asked Jamie, curious to know more.

He had heard about Salvador, the shared Brazilian friend, from Miles himself.

Alex went silent for a second or two and looked directly into Jamie’s eyes.

“Love,” he said. “Love.”

He looked down and shook his head.

“There is no other word for it.”

They were sitting as they had sat a few days before, side-by-side at the kitchen table. The dog collar was resting in the space between them. Both men had half-eaten cheese and pickle sandwiches in front of them. Jamie was in-between two minor electrical jobs that day and so the lunchtime visit was perfectly timed.

Jamie glowered. It wasn’t that he was annoyed with Alex. It was simpler than that. He was angry with himself for making demands on people that he himself was seemingly unable to meet.

“You make it sound so fucking simple,” he complained.

“It is only simple at the end, when you see it all clearly,” offered Alex. “Until then it may seem like a nightmare.”

“Too fucking right!” agreed Jamie.

“So let me meet Ryan and we’ll go from there, OK?”

Alex was anxious to get something confirmed and settled from the meeting with Jamie this afternoon. He was growing increasingly fonder of the man and wanted to keep him in his life for as long as possible. Besides, within a few days, both Miles and Stéphane were due to arrive back home from their holiday in Paris.

“OK,” agreed Jamie. “But make sure he’s willing to get…”

Jamie stopped himself before he could utter the next word.

“He’s versatile,” repeated Alex. “It will be fine. But, yes, I’ll make sure he’s willing.”

“And not just with me but with you too,” added Jamie, emphatically. “I want to watch you having a go at him. OK?”

“OK.”

They fell silent again and finished off their lunch.

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By *unwithuMan
3 weeks ago

Manchester

Fabulous story. Great writing

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Fabulous story. Great writing "

Thank you!

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By *i Biker60Man
3 weeks ago

bitown

Can't wait for the next installment 🌈

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

They met in a quiet bar not far from City Hall. Alex had agreed to provide lunch as well as pay for an hour of his time.

Ryan was wearing a pale yellow polo shirt and white shorts. He had a trimmed russet brown beard and moustache and pale blue eyes, through which shone an honest and confident intelligence. His right arm had an intricate tattoo, which would probably have an equally intricate story attached to it. He could have easily stood in as the brother for Miles, though Miles was a little shorter and chubbier. Alex was immediately smitten. He felt the now-familiar surge of energy through his body as he appreciated the proximity of this young man. He was already beginning to wish that he’d paid for an extra hour of his time - and that they were alone in a room somewhere. Then he reminded himself to calm down and keep to the matter in hand.

After their first round of drinks had been served to them, Alex handed over a slip of paper on which were written a number of suggestions. Alex and Jamie had written them down together and it was Ryan’s job now to tick off those in which he was willing to participate.

“Quite a list!” smiled Ryan, glancing quickly at the piece of paper.

He had been informed in advance about this list and was looking forward to learning what it was that the two men wanted from him.

“Basically, it’s a BDSM job then,” he said. “I do charge extra for this.”

“Yes, we know that,” replied Alex, “We expected that.”

“I’ll need full details from you about both parties and a deposit - let’s say a hundred - before going any further. Full details include a verifiable address for each of you, by the way.”

He took a sip of his drink, a white wine spritzer.

“Thanks for the lunch, by the way. It was kind of you.”

“You’re very welcome,” said Alex.

He was tempted to add a few compliments, but confined himself simply to squeezing the young man’s leg. It felt good to feel the flesh of the lad’s knee on his hand.

“You can leave it there, if you wish,” remarked Ryan, “I don’t mind.”

“Thank you,” said Alex, delighted at the offer.

“After all, this is all your time, mate,” added Ryan. “It’s what you might call the boyfriend experience.”

He smiled at Alex, showing off his immaculate teeth, as white as his shorts. Alex’s hand returned to its place on Ryan’s leg. They were sitting side-by-side in a booth, looking out at the people in the slowly filling bar. It was the city’s lunch hour and the place would soon be busy.

“That’s a nice scent,” commented Alex, catching another whiff of a well-known perfume brand. “It suits you.”

Ryan smiled and started re-reading the list. Alex discreetly allowed his hand to stray further up the young man’s leg. Soon he was fondling the boy’s package, which seemed to be responding favourably.

“You’re a handsome man, Alex,” said Ryan, putting down the piece of paper. “I have a thing for a good-looking silver fox.”

“Glad to hear it!”

“What’s your friend Jamie like?”

Alex was startled to hear the word ‘friend’ in relation to his ex-electrician and former tormentor.

“As I said in my message, this is all his idea really. He’s a lot better looking than me, and twenty years younger. You won’t be disappointed.”

“Do you have a photo?”

Alex hadn’t and wondered if that was another requirement of the engagement.

“No, I’m just interested,” explained Ryan. “Very occasionally, I ask to see a photo of the guy I’m going to meet. And some men send me theirs at the start, like you did.”

“You’re even more handsome than in your photographs,” admitted Alex, finally allowing a compliment to arise. “We only viewed the public ones though. The others needed a premium rate or something.”

“Yeah, X-rated, all of them,” said Ryan. “Do you want to have a peep?”

Ryan lowered his shorts just enough to reveal the firm purple tip of his circumcised cock. It was shiny with moisture.

“Fucking hell!” exclaimed Alex, unable to hold back his delight.

Ryan rubbed it with his fingers and then spread the precum over the back of Alex’ hand, which was still resting on his leg.

“Free moisturiser, mate!” he laughed.

Alex looked carefully around the room but it seemed that no-one was paying them any attention.

“What will you use to tie me up with,” asked Ryan.

“I don’t know!” confessed Alex, stunned by the question. In the past he’d used old belts, ties and scarves. He guessed Jamie might even want to use some electrical cable.

“I’ll bring some bits and pieces with me then.”

Their food arrived: a cheeseburger with fries for Ryan and a Caesar salad for Alex. By now, Ryan’s penis was safely stowed away.

In-between a mouthful of fries and a mouthful of burger, Ryan said:

“This is all fine, mate. Now I’ve met you, there’s no problem with anything on this list.”

Alex nodded gratefully, pleased with the outcome of their meeting.

“Jamie will appear to be strict and stern and cruel and possibly even a bit frightening,” said Alex. “Is that alright with you?”

“It’s all part of the game, mate,” smiled Ryan. “As long as he’s clean, he can do with me what he wants - you both can.”

At this, Ryan reached down to place his hand on Alex and to squeeze him forcefully. The older man gasped with surprise and for a brief second his whole body shook, a tremor of pleasure running right through it.

“Can’t wait to get fucked in the arse by this, mate,” he said, rubbing his hand over the delicate area of Alex’s trousers.

“Are you cut or uncut?”

Alex declared that he was circumcised.

“Like me then, mate,” chuckled a pleased Ryan. “I much prefer a cut cock.”

When their hour was nearly over and the meal finished, Ryan put his hand on top of Alex’s hand and said:

“I’m in no rush, mate. If you want to meet me in the toilets here, I can suck you off for free.”

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

“And?”

An impatient Jamie wanted to know what happened.

“I went with him,” announced Alex, in as much of a matter-of-fact voice as he could muster.

“You dirty little bastard!”

They were sitting in the back garden of Alex’ cottage, The Gables. It was just after six o’clock in the evening and Jamie had not long finished a job at a house in the next village. Alex had spent the day washing and ironing clothes, and tidying the house generally, in preparation for the return of his son-in-law in two days’ time.

“Do you want me to fetch my collar?” asked Alex, once they had consumed their beers.

“Not tonight,” said Jamie. “I want us to save ourselves for tomorrow.”

He looked the older man up and down.

“What are you going to wear then?”

Alex had been debating whether to dress casually or more formally, to make it in line with the role-play scenario they were sketching out. Without a doubt, Jamie was to appear in his work clothes and would enter the scene five or ten minutes after the game had started. He was going to play the part of the aggrieved father, shocked to find his own son in the arms of…

“The bank manager?” suggested Alex. “The accountant? The headteacher?”

He was thinking about his wardrobe and what might suit the event.

“Much too fucking boring,” complained Jamie. “I think it’s going to work best if you just play yourself - like in real fucking life.”

This was a deliberate dig at Alex and he was still not sure how much bitterness lay behind such remarks. He had done his best to repair the rift between them, or, at least, to ensure that it widened no further. Alex knew all along that he had taken advantage of Jamie’s son, Miles, having got caught up in the novelty of his new-found liking for sex with younger men. It had been a purely lustful episode, even though a genuine affection for the boy existed long before things had gotten out of hand. In Alex’s view of it, he had merely played along with Miles’ own wish to be dominated and used by the group of men that had been at the cottage on that first fateful evening. But it was the affair between Miles and Stéphane, the son-in-law, that had been at the centre of Jamie’s concerns. It was of Stéphane that Miles had spoken with real feeling.

“And how will you get in?” asked Alex, keen to get the main elements clear in his head before tomorrow.

“Don’t worry about that,” answered Jamie. “I’ll improvise.”

Alex drained his beer and suggested a second.

“No, thanks,” replied Jamie, “Better not.”

“What have you told Ellen?” queried Alex.

“The truth more or less,” he said, without a pause.

He stood up and walked a little way down the path. There were yellow rose bushes on one side, half in the shade. Their fragrance carried in the warm evening air.

“She knows we’ve got someone else joining in,” he shouted. “That’s all.”

Jamie had told his wife nothing else but this, giving no clue as to the age or appearance of the third party.

Alex was desperate to find out more about the special dynamics between Jamie and his wife that had allowed this whole scenario to develop so rapidly and smoothly - most of all, so openly. He wondered how his own wife, Sue, might have reacted if he had ever suggested such a wild affair. As it was, such thoughts were always far from his own mind all through the course of his marriage. It was only after her death that things began to unravel for him. He still suspected that much of his behaviour over the last few weeks had been due to some form of suppressed grief.

In the event, however, he declined from seeking further clarification from Jamie, believing it best to wait until matters had reached their next peak, which would be tomorrow afternoon, from 2pm onwards.

“What does it feel like fucking a boy’s arse?”

Jamie had walked back to sit down next to Alex.

“Have you never had anal sex then?” asked a surprised Alex.

Jamie shook his head emphatically. It was unclear whether the practice had been avoided out of disgust or for other reasons.

“I like to look at the one I’m fucking,” explained Jamie. “It’s going to feel strange either way, whatever happens.”

“There’s always the swing seat,” Alex reminded him.

They had already talked about this. This was the swinging seat in the living room that had held Miles in place while Jules and Alex had both had their turn in him.

Jamie stood up and started pacing anxiously up and down the path. He was holding the empty glass in his hand.

“Fucking hell!” he shouted. “Fucking hell!!”

Alex waited quietly, remaining in his seat.

Jamie stormed off down to the bottom of the garden. He stood for a long time looking out into the distance at the faraway mountains. Grey clouds were gathering together, making the sky darker than before. It had dropped colder by about five degrees.

Suddenly, Alex could hear Jamie speaking. He was on his mobile phone, apparently talking to his wife. He began to walk back towards Alex.

“Are you sure?” he was saying, being the first words that Alex caught clearly. “We don’t have to do any of this, love.”

He looked over at Alex and frowned, almost as though he had forgotten about the presence of the other man.

“OK, love,” he said, “You’re probably right. I’ll see you in about ten minutes.”

He handed the glass to Alex and turned to go round the side of the house to get back to his van.

“I’ll see you just after two o’clock then,” he shouted back before turning the corner.

Alex remained where he was for another five minutes. He was glad of the warmth of the three layers of clothing on his upper body.

He shook his head and gave a long deep sigh. In two day’s time, everything would be solved or ruined.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Ryan hadn’t been inside the cottage more than a minute when he made a move on Alex. They had just walked into the living room when Ryan pulled the older man towards him and kissed him passionately on the lips. His breath was cool and minty. Alex was taken aback at the suddenness of it. Before long his blue shirt was unbuttoned and flapping at his sides, giving Ryan the chance to run his hands around the naked body underneath. His clean white teeth sparkled as he smiled. His body smelt warm with a strong citrus note, a different scent from the other day. He bent down and nibbled playfully at Alex’s nipples, gazing up at him as he did so. It was a super hot start and Alex felt himself melting under the spell of the slim, strong, sexy lad.

“Let me show you something,” said Ryan, leaving Alex standing while he sat on the sofa and started removing his clothes.

“Stand back and watch!” he said, as he started to go through the motions of one of his own private webcam shows, something he had performed a thousand times over.

Treating Alex as the camera, he taunted and teased the viewer with an exploration of his own body, culminating in a display of his fully erect penis, which he handled and fondled as Alex stood and watched. All the time his face expressed the required alternating moods of ecstasy and enticement.

“I get loads of guys watching me like this,” he said, moaning convincingly, “But today I’m all yours, Alex.”

“Wow!” said Alex, rather lost for words, his own penis well past the half-mast mark.

Occasionally, he struggled to maintain a full erection, but this afternoon looked promising. He hoped that the arrival of Jamie would only add to the effect.

By now, Ryan was completely naked, his legs spread wide apart as he lay back into the comfort of the sofa.

“Come here,” he beckoned to Alex, “Let me make you more comfortable.”

Alex drew closer and stood with his legs slightly apart as Ryan began to unfasten his trousers. They had just dropped to the floor when there was a loud banging on the front door.

Alex froze. From where he was, he had a good view of the front drive and could see Jamie’s white van parked up. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed it already.

“It’s your dad!” he said.

“Fuck, no!” cried out Ryan, grabbing for his shirt and shorts, rushing to get dressed as best he could.

There was no more banging at the door.

“Fuck,” said Alex, “I think he’s gone round to the back door!”

Conveniently, the back door was wide open, allowing fresh air to replace the lunchtime cooking smells.

Ryan stood up, his socks and shoes pushed under the sofa. He patted himself down and then sat back down casually, waiting. Alex meanwhile was hastily zipping up his trousers.

Jamie appeared silently at the doorway. In his right hand, a pair of electrician’s scissors. In his left hand, a length of rope.

“Dad!” exclaimed Ryan.

“Jamie!” said Alex, midway into smoothing back his hair. “Nice to see you. Fancy a drink, mate?”

Jamie remained at the doorway and glared at the two men.

“Why are you here, son?” he asked the lad on the sofa.

“Erm, I was just passing, dad, and Alex offered me a drink,” he tried.

“Passing from where?”

“Just passing,” he said. “Actually, Alex invited me over.”

This change of tack impressed both Jamie and Alex.

“Is that right?” he grumbled, looking directly at Alex.

“Only generally. It’s a general invitation,” protested Alex. “All of you are welcome at any time.”

“I bet we are, you dirty faggot,” growled Jamie.

“Dad!” said a shocked Ryan.

“Where are your shoes and socks, boy?” he demanded. “Did you walk here barefoot?”

Ryan looked down, shame-facedly, placing his hands in his lap.

“Has he touched you, son?” he snarled, moving closer.

Ryan shook his head.

“Have you?” he demanded of Alex.

Alex too shook his head.

“Is that what both of you want?” he demanded to know, “To touch one another!”

The two men remained silent and still. Alex was frozen to the spot; Ryan was welded to the couch.

“Tell me!” he shouted. “Tell me!”

“Yes, dad!” cried out Ryan, who very convincingly burst into tears, “It is what we want, dad!”

“I love him!” said Alex. “I love your son, Jamie. I always have.”

“And I love Alex,” responded Ryan, right on cue.

Jamie stood and looked from one man to the other, a mixture of disgust and righteous anger on his face.

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By *lutdaddy4useMan
3 weeks ago

Oxon/Northants/Bucks

Great story

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By *i Biker60Man
3 weeks ago

bitown

Intriguing

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

He threw the length of coiled up rope at Alex.

"Tie him up," he barked. "Strip him and tie him up."

Alex and Ryan looked at one another before looking back at Jamie.

"Do it!" he snapped. "I want him butt naked and trussed up like a turkey."

He walked across the room and stood nearer to them.

"Unless you want me to cut them off," he threatened, waving the scissors at Ryan, "Get undressed now. Got it?"

"Yes, dad," replied Ryan, scrambling to remove his polo shirt.

"Time for a real lesson in love, son," he purred.

Alex stood watching, rock hard.

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By *teosubMan
3 weeks ago

love watcn porn as da n unbuttons me shirt clamps n works me nips n edging me coc as he milks me prostrate

Interesting very nice

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Aside from the fact that he was getting about 500 Euros for his participation this afternoon, - which helped enormously with his motivation, - Ryan was also finding himself very turned on by the inter-generational sexual dynamics of the occasion. He was already attracted to Alex, whom he could conceivably believe to be his kind yet sexy grandfather. Now, on meeting Jamie, the thrill was intensified by the dangerous straight energy the third man brought into the room.

Ryan had been alone in his bed with several curious straight men in the last year or two and he knew that they could turn nasty quickly. What was happening this afternoon felt different from that, but he was nevertheless aware of an undercurrent of tension and threat that must always exist in the presence of a strong heterosexual male.

And Jamie was definitely straight, there was no denying the fact. For him it was all about power. The sight of another man, Alex, sucking his cock hadn't distressed him in the slightest. He felt it was the least he deserved as compensation for losing his son to the gay tribe, and so losing all hopes of a future grandson into the bargain. (He never envisioned a granddaughter.) For Jamie this was a power trip, plain and simple, a way of grabbing back control over what he had found to be a very shaking experience.

Nor was he homophobic. He had discovered this by surprise, half wishing he could meet his son and his son's friends on an equal footing. Part of him wanted to be kissed, caressed and explored by a man. The thought didn't disgust or repel him.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

But neither did it turn him on; he was indifferent to it. This experiment was all about finding another connection with his son beyond the sexual. In order to do that, he was trying to get inside the mind of a gay man who could easily pass for his son. In this respect, he was very pleased with Alex's choice of Ryan.

Alex, on the other hand, was momentarily miles away. He was thinking about the imminent return of his son-in-law and of Miles himself, who was the very reason for the whole production being enacted in front of him. He had told Miles that he and Stéphane were not gay as a way of warning the lad. But now he felt that he hadn't painted the whole picture, even for himself. His sexuality was more expansive than it used to be. He wasn't gay or straight. He was something else, not as an in-between state, but as something quite separate from any convenient label. He wondered what had happened to the two of them during their time together in Paris, and what form their relationship had now taken.

"Right," said Jamie, now that Ryan was completely naked, "Let's get you sorted, lad. Get over there."

With his head he indicated that Ryan should move to his left, towards the window. Ryan turned, looked and, for the first time since entering the room, noticed the leather seat hanging down from the ceiling.

"Time to show you the ropes!"

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The two men used the rope that Jamie had brought with him to tie up Ryan in the most appealing manner possible. Using the chains of the swing seat itself it was easy to arrange Ryan in a position so that he was both comfortable and accessible at the same time. The lad had carried in a bag of toys when he arrived, but these seemed redundant now. Jamie's selection of rope was just right, a soft pale brown cord that ran round Ryan's arms and legs, highlighting the sexiness of his body. He looked like an exotic specimen about to receive an intimate examination.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Jamie stood to one side and beckoned to Alex.

“Go on then, faggots, show me what you do,” he said, folding his arms.

Tentatively, Alex moved forward and knelt down on the carpet in front of Ryan’s suspended body. He brushed the lad’s legs with his hands and enjoyed the feel of the loops of thin rope against his palm as he moved up and down. Ryan moaned with delight at the touch. There was a strong scent, which was of cherries, as Alex moved in closer. It was a lubricant that Ryan had applied to himself prior to setting out earlier than afternoon. Alex licked around the opening delicately and nibbled at the soft flesh of his buttocks. Ryan moaned again, emitting a low grunting noise.

Watching all this foreplay did nothing much for Jamie. However, the sight of the young lad tied up and exposed so vulnerably had already got him excited enough to give him a firm hard-on. He watched for a few more seconds and then interrupted.

“Sorry, Alex,” he said, “I can’t wait. Please stand back.”

Alex, just getting into the mood himself, was naturally frustrated by this request but he did as he was told. He moved to one side and sat down on the floor, with his back against an armchair.

Jamie was wearing his dark blue work overall. There were some concealed buttons which he unfastened and a zip which allowed him to take out his cock. There was no way he intended to get naked with these other two men, but exposing his dick was all he needed for his purposes this afternoon.

He glanced briefly at Alex to see what he was doing and then turned to Ryan. The young lad had his head back and his eyes closed.

“Look at me, son,” instructed Jamie.

Ryan opened his eyes.

“You want me, don’t you?” he said, holding his erection in his left hand.

Ryan’s eyes widened as he murmured assent.

“Good boy,” said Jamie, moving in to rest his hands on the two metal chains that held up the front of the swinging seat.

Ryan’s legs were raised slightly and tied up against the chains. Jamie lowered his hands and ran them along the boy’s legs, following the line from his feet to his hips.

“Do you like that, son?” he asked.

Ryan nodded.

“Yes, sir,” he said.

“You’re a polite boy, that’s good,” murmured Jamie, his cock now touching the body of his substitute son.

He looked down at the face of the young man and stared intently into his eyes, the bright sharp blue of the father meeting the pale welcoming blue of the son.

“Invite me in, lad,” he said.

Ryan nodded and said:

“Please take me, sir. Please take me.”

Jamie pushed himself slowly into the well-oiled and well-used orifice. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to be slipping inside the body of a willing young man. His heart was throbbing wildly and his breath had increased. Alex remained rigidly still, transfixed by what he was witnessing.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

As he thrust forward into the boy with increasing urgency, Jamie found that a peculiar thing had happened. He now regretted using the word ‘faggot’ - was it two or three times he had said it? - and was surprised to find that the softer and more tender his language became - son, boy, lad - the harder he had got. For a while he kept his eyes closed, maintaining a slower and more regular rhythm, his cock filling the hole and responding to the thrilling sensations of its occasional contractions.

“Why do you like this,” he asked, the question surprising him.

He opened his eyes to watch as the young man answered.

“I feel needed,” said Ryan.

Perhaps he had never been asked this question before. His answer seemed honest and somehow obvious.

“Don’t you ever feel used?” asked Jamie.

Ryan smiled and chuckled to himself.

“Sometimes,” he said, “If things get too rough.”

Jamie was puzzled.

“Why did you laugh?”

As he moved in and out of the smooth young body, Jamie was aware of a desire to sustain the pleasure of this moment indefinitely. He was already starting to imagine a repeat engagement.

“I laughed,” said Ryan, “Because really I am using you.”

The pale blue eyes of the lad with the same red hair as his son’s shone out at Jamie.

“I would happily do this for free with someone like you,” he admitted, “But it’s great to get paid for it.”

The burst of honesty was too much for Jamie and he closed his eyes again. He had been expecting to see fear from the face opposite him and all he had seen was affection and a longing for connection. Apart from the brief moments of play-acting at the beginning, Ryan had been as responsive and engaging as any lover might be.

“Do you have a partner?”

Jamie knew he was crossing a line here but couldn’t help himself.

“Not yet,” said Ryan.

Secretly, subconsciously, Jamie was pleased at the answer he’d got. Deep inside him there was another life being imagined, a life that would from now on emerge more vividly in his dreams. It was the beginning of a realisation that none of this rigmarole had anything at all to do with his son being gay and running the risk of being manipulated by older men. That was his own slant on things. This was about him, about Jamie, about what he wanted.

“I’m close!” he blurted out suddenly.

Alex watched carefully from his position just a few feet away. He was curious to see what would happen afterwards, how it would all end. He imagined Jamie getting up and walking away quickly as one possibility, but he also suspected it would not be this simple now. The clue was in the fact that Jamie was keeping his eyes wide open and that the two men were maintaining direct eye contact.

Ryan groaned loudly, excited by the thought that the other man was about to shoot his seed into him. He was always highly stimulated by this precise moment with all his clients. Today was extra intense. The short conversation they’d held while making love had made it special. With some men, a few, he’d feel relieved that it was all over; but with most of them he enjoyed this rare glimpse into another man’s inner life, and his little death.

Jamie moved in closer and gripped Ryan at the wrists. Still maintaining eye contact he moved as close as he could without actually touching his face. Each could feel and smell the other’s breath. Jamie tried to remain staring into the young man’s eyes for as long as he could, but as his body shuddered his eyes closed involuntarily, cutting them off from one another.

Jamie remained where he was for about a minute, his hands tight around Ryan’s wrists, his head now resting on his chest, his mouth open, his breathing thick and heavy, his eyes wet with tears.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

It's funny how a man's cock is so self-destructive. It yearns to grow and thicken and stiffen and live forever in the thralls of ecstasy. Yet the greater the yearning, the sooner the climax; and with the climax comes the destruction of desire, the cold revelation of the empty truth.

At least, this is how it is sometimes, for some men, at some low points in their life where the only escape has been into sex.

Without speaking, Jamie carefully extricated himself from the pliable young body and, having adjusted his overalls, returned to the other sofa at the far end of the room.

For other men, the moment of release and relief is merely a pause on the long journey between one pleasure and the next; there is nothing to think about, nothing to do.

And yet for others, a few, the moment is transformative; and they are entering a new phase of existence. They are no longer what they were. They have met a form of Godliness from within the depths of themselves.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Ryan looked over at Alex and smiled.

“Was that OK?” he whispered.

Alex nodded.

“Get him dressed and get over here,” said Jamie, his voice clear from across the room.

Startled, Alex stood up and walked over to collect Ryan’s bundle of discarded clothes. Then he returned and carefully untied him from the seat. It didn’t take long. Most of the binding on his body was purely decorative, with loops of rope around his limbs. He climbed down and began to dress. They were halfway through the allotted time.

The two men went over to join Jamie, who was lying sideways along the sofa, his head on a cushion watching them.

“Lie next to me, son,” he said to Ryan, “While Alex fixes us a drink.”

As Alex left the room, not bothering to ask the men what they wanted, Ryan did as he was told and lay down next to Jamie, facing away from him.

Jamie laid his hand over the young man’s body and nuzzled his hair.

“You smell so good,” he said.

Ryan murmured his appreciation.

Jamie tightened his hold on the lad and gripped his hand; the boy responded with another gentle murmur of encouragement.

They stayed like that until Alex returned with a tray of drinks. He had carried in a bottle of white wine, a couple of cans of lemonade and three glasses.

“Can you leave us alone for a while?” asked Jamie.

Alex was glad to oblige. His mind was still largely elsewhere. Though also he realised that Jamie was going through something important. He left the tray of drinks on the carpet at the side of the sofa and slipped away back to the kitchen, closing the door softly behind him as he left the living room. He was wondering how much he would be able to tell his son-in-law about what was happening this afternoon, knowing that anything he said would probably get back to Miles. What would Miles make of the fact that his own father had had sex with another man in exactly the same place as he first did?

Meanwhile, Jamie and Ryan remained lying side by side on the sofa.

“Are you OK, Jamie?” asked Ryan, finally finding the nerve to initiate a conversation.

“Sure,” answered Jamie, who then began to kiss the young man’s neck.

“You’ve the same kind of hair as my own son,” he added.

Ryan nodded gently, enjoying the sensation of being held so close and so tenderly by the older man. The fact that Jamie was still wearing his trade overalls was also a big turn-on for him; it signified something more vital to him than the clothing of his regular city clients, the usual business men looking for a quick lunchtime fuck or an evening adventure while away from home. This was like being taken by surprise, even though everything had been planned meticulously in advance.

“He’s a lucky lad to have a dad like you.”

Ryan wriggled a little, aware of his own arousal and wishing to convey as such to the other.

“Can I kiss you, son?” asked Jamie. “On the lips, I mean?”

Ryan wriggled some more until his body had turned round to face Jamie.

The two men looked at each other.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Although Ryan was by now highly aroused in anticipation of the kiss, Jamie was not. For him the motivation was different, a chance to find out what it might be like to be more intimate with a man without it necessarily having to become an erotic experience. What might it be like to kiss his son on the lips, he wondered, which was something he had never done in his life.

He looked into Ryan's eyes to try and gain a clue.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

“Hello handsome,” said Ryan, his eyes twinkling with delight. “I didn’t think I’d get a second chance with you.”

Ryan leaned in and kissed Jamie softly on the lips for no more than two or three seconds.

“Sorry I was a bit rough earlier,” replied Jamie, pulling away. “Was it painful?”

Ryan shook his head and smiled reassuringly.

“Any time, mate,” he said, “You’re so fucking hot.”

It was strange for Jamie to hear a direct sexual compliment from another man, especially as that man’s body was pressed against his. It unnerved him a little. He didn’t want their conversation to take this direction. Earlier, he had fucked an object, that was all, albeit a willing one.

He looked again at Ryan and tried for another kiss. This time he wanted to instigate it.

First he kissed him on the nose, then on the cheek and finally he landed on Ryan’s lips. This time Jamie was conscious of their beards tickling one another.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, leaning back to gain a better view of Ryan’s features. “You remind me so much of my son.”

The lad smiled and closed his eyes, waiting for something to happen.

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By *ld joe69Man
3 weeks ago

Farnborough

So hot

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By *i Biker60Man
3 weeks ago

bitown

Getting hotter

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

“Let’s sit up,” said Jamie.

Both men scrambled about until they were sitting upright on the sofa.

“Yeah, you must be sweating, mate,” replied Ryan.

Jamie stood up and pulled down the long zip of his overalls. He kicked off his trainers and then clambered out of his work clothes. Underneath, he was wearing a white vest and black boxer shorts. He was also wearing white socks.

Ryan reached down for the two cans of lemonade, passing one to Jamie. Neither man was in the mood for alcohol. They opened the ringpulls and slugged back the fizzy drink greedily.

“That’s better,” said Ryan.

“Yeah,” agreed Jamie, grateful to be out of the constricting garment he’d been wearing all day.

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you earlier,” he asked again, keen to get this business settled.

“When you fucked me?” asked Ryan.

“Yeah,” said Jamie.

“I felt relaxed. I didn’t feel a thing. Why?”

Jamie fell silent for a second or two, trying to think of the best approach.

“It would hurt me though,” he said eventually. “You’re much bigger than me.”

“You’ve never…”

“No.”

It was Ryan’s turn to be quiet and thoughtful.

He was still thinking of something to say when Jamie placed a hand round him and pulled him close. This time the kiss was much more intimate and their two tongues touched. Ryan could smell the sweat from the older man’s vest.

“Stand up and turn around,” said Ryan, “And I’ll show you something.”

The two men rose from the sofa.

“Bend over,” said Ryan.

Jamie bent over, steadying himself with his hands on the back of the sofa.

Ryan knelt down behind him and lowered the boxer shorts. He placed his hands on each of Jamie’s buttocks, which were lightly covered with damp black hairs. With his tongue he began to probe the warm puckered hole, wet with sweat, first with gentle tentative licks up and down. The scent and taste of Jamie’s sweat gave Ryan a thrill like an electric charge. He couldn’t help but lean into the animalistic urge that came over him. He pushed his tongue in deep as he could go, greedily soaking up the sensations that met him, which together with the realisation that he was taking a straight man’s virginity made him wild with lust.

“Oh, fuck!” moaned Jamie, gratefully, overwhelmed by the sheer explosion of feelings that were running through his mind and body. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he kept saying, the word taking on a bigger meaning than it had ever had before. “Oh fuck!”

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3 weeks ago

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Ryan reached up with his hands under Jamie’s T-shirt until he could touch his nipples. He scratched them softly with his fingertips, an action which sent the older man even wilder. Jamie was now putty in the hands of an experienced professional.

With his right hand, Ryan reached into his own trouser pocket and took out a small brown bottle, which he handed to Jamie.

“Try this,” he said, “It’ll help.”

Jamie unscrewed the lid and took a deep sniff at the liquid inside the bottle. He handed it back to Ryan.

“Oh, Christ!”

The chemical took immediate effect and Jamie was transported to a place without inhibition, his whole mind immersed in the feeling that he and Ryan were no longer two separate bodies.

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3 weeks ago

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Then Jamie turned around and faced Ryan.

“It’s OK,” he said, “You can stop now.”

Jamie sat back on the sofa and pulled Ryan towards him. Cradling his face with his hands, Jamie held the young man a few inches away from him.

“Thanks,” he said. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Jamie began to tremble.

“Are you alright?” asked Ryan, suddenly concerned.

Jamie shook his head.

“Of course not,” he laughed. “I was nearly fucked by a bloke.”

On an impulse, and taking his cue from the laugh, Ryan reached in and kissed Jamie again. Immediately, the older man responded, and they kissed and fondled one another for the next few minutes.

“I want it,” said Jamie, “I really do want it, but not today.”

The implication was strong that Jamie had good cause to wait. Had Alex been in the room, he would have understood: Jamie needed a conversation with his wife before anything else could take place.

“Can I see you again, Ryan?”

It was the first time that Jamie had used the other man’s name. It felt strange now to be asking this question. Ryan had stopped being a cipher for his feelings about his son and had become a person in his own right.

“Sure, mate!” answered Ryan. “Any time!”

“Oh, fuck, what about Alex?” said Jamie, remembering where he was and whose house he was in. “Just a minute.”

He got up and still in just his shorts and T-shirt went to find Alex. When the two men returned to the living room, Ryan had poured out three glasses of wine.

“Not for me,” said Jamie, “I’m going now.”

He picked up his overalls and began redressing, finally sitting down to put on and tie up his trainers.

“I’ll come to you next time,” he said to Ryan, standing up to leave.

Ryan nodded and smiled.

“Sure, mate, you’re got all my details.”

Things felt a little strained now, flat, unfinished. It was clear that Jamie was keen to get away. Alex walked him to the door and they arranged to chat soon.

“I nearly fucked him,” explained Ryan to Alex, once they were alone.

They had both d*unk a glass of wine each and were now on their second.

“It’s a big step, I suppose,” said Alex.

The two men looked at one another.

“Would you like me to fuck you, mate?” asked Ryan.

Alex smiled.

“I thought you’d never ask!”

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2 weeks ago

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