Martin, confusion evident on his face, obviously not seeing the camera in his partner's hand. Again, the "switch" seemed to be pressed as he went from — I mean this in a positive way — the commanding sexual deviant to the — in the short time I spent with him, what I considered — kind, caring bloke.
He asked, "Is everything okay, Bollo? If I have done something you're not into, please tell me."
Then, as he looked around at Ken, seeing the camera and realizing my sudden change, he said to Ken, "For fuck's sake, Ken!"
Then, quickly turning to me, he said, "I'm ever so sorry, Bollo. I can only apologise for his behaviour."
Then, turning back to Ken, he continued, "Are you fucking stupid? I mean, I know you tend to act first and think later, or, in this case, think with your cock before engaging that tiny brain of yours."
I interrupted, saying, "It's okay, it's just..."
Before I could finish, Martin continued, "No, Bollo, it's not okay," still addressing Ken. "Stupid shit like this is why I say I can't take him anywhere."
Honestly, apart from killing the mood and myself beginning to feel awkward, like you often do if you're caught in the middle of a domestic between a couple, I was mentally laughing as I thought to myself, "Well, at least I know who 'wears the trousers' in this relationship."
Then Ken, now looking like a misbehaving child who's just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar and is being told off, with his frankly hilarious puppy-dog expression, said, "I was only having a laugh. Look, the lens cap is on!"
Pointing to the fact that, yes, he was correct and the lens cap was still in place, Martin carried on, "Oh, well, that's all fucking right then."
Then, obviously still speaking to Ken, he continued, "Did you hear that, Bollo? What are we complaining for? I mean, the fact that Bollo not only visibly jumped on seeing your stupid arse there with a camera in his face, but the fact that he tensed up so much I nearly lost two fucking fingers because he overreacted, is apparently our fucking fault for not getting your 'joke'. I guess maybe it's us who should be apologising, hey, Bollo?"
As I started to get up, thinking that it was maybe time I made myself scarce, Ken said, "I'm sorry, Bollo. It was actually pretty rude of me. I would never film anyone without their consent."
I said, "It's fine, honestly. It's just, well, this is a lot at once and definitely not how I thought my day was going to pan out. And I'll be honest with you: after seeing your home videos, the thought of being filmed actually turned me on, but, well, I can't help thinking about what would happen if, say, my mates or, God forbid, my parents saw it."
Martin said to me, "That's totally understandable, and honestly, if you don't feel comfortable carrying on, I totally understand, and this pillock will give you a lift wherever. Oh, and, for what it's worth, anything we film has not and never will leave this house, nor be copied."
I told them it was fine and was going to add the fact that I could stay if it was okay, or obviously leave, but Ken said, "Yes, we definitely only film for our personal and guests' enjoyment. Plus, let's be honest, say that your not-so-lovely friend from the baths happened to see you in a video if we did share them, which we don't and never would. Why would he be watching a tape labelled 'Two Experienced Older Guys Corrupting a Young Innocent Lad as He Experiences Multiple Firsts!'? And, if you think about it, the only way he's going to mention it to you is if he's wanting to play."
Martin said, "Honestly, Ken, you really don't know when to shut up, do you? Our new friend here has made it clear that he doesn't want to be filmed... Right, Bollo?"
I answered, "Well, yes. I mean, unless you wanted to film a little bit, but don't put my face in it?"
Ken laughed and said, "Well, well, well. Seems like this idiot was onto something after all. I'll be right back, boys. Don't come without me."
As he left the room, Martin shook his head and, sitting down beside me, placed his hand on my thigh. My cock was now growing again because I was so turned on about the thought of two guys wanking to myself on film and probably showing me to their other friends.
Before going in to kiss me, and as I instinctively reached over and started to caress his cock, he said, "What is he like? In fact, what are you like? Full of surprises, that's for sure."
Then, as we kissed passionately, tongues exploring each other's mouths, and I was instantly rock hard, his hand hadn't even touched me but was still on my thigh, gently stroking, while I took his rapidly growing member in my hand.
He pulled away and said, "How would you feel about me fucking you?"
I answered him honestly by saying, "I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet, but maybe another time, if you would like to meet again?"
He said, "Of course. That's totally cool. Like I said, your choice and everything at your pace. Oh, and I — we — would totally love to see you again, hopefully sooner rather than later. I can't wait to tell some of our other friends about you, and I'm sure, if it's something you would be interested in, they would love to meet you."
I said, "I feel silly saying this, but your dick is a little scary, if you get me? Especially for my first one!"
Laughing, he replied, "No, it's totally understandable. There's a few of our friends who have tried but are just not comfortable taking my cock inside them. You would think being blessed with a larger-than-average willy would be a blessing, but I have found that, whilst not common, it's not always the case. Like now, for example. I hope you don't mind me saying that I would like nothing more than to pop that sweet, sweet cherry of yours."
Then, stroking my cock, he added, "Not that he deserves it, and, as always, only if you want to, but how about trying with Ken? As much of an absolute plonker as he can be, I do love him, and I also love to watch him fuck a guy. In fact, it's probably my biggest turn-on, and again, I have to be honest and say that the thought of watching him taking your virginity is so fucking hot to me."
I said, "I'm willing to try, as long as he's really gentle and promises to stop if I don't feel comfortable."
He said, "Of course, Bollo. That goes without saying, and he better be on his best behaviour after the stunt he just pulled."
Then, laughing, he carried on, "Honestly, if you had gotten up and left, I wouldn't have blamed you, but that idiot would be spending at least the next week in the spare room, if not an hotel room. I'm worried what he's up to now. Haha."
Then he said, "Speak of the devil," and nodded to the doorway, where Ken was standing, camera in one hand and a black cloth item in his other, sporting a grin like the Cheshire Cat and a rock-solid hard-on, obviously ready for round two.
Walking over to the bed, Ken threw me what turned out to be a black balaclava and, still grinning like the cat that got the cream, said, "Sorry I was a while. I had to nip to the car and grab this. It's from my 'grape kit', along with handcuffs and stuff. I'm glad you came the 'easy way', Bollo, so I didn't have to put it on and use my 'napkin of persuasion'. Also, do you know how hard it is to get hold of decent chloroform these days?"
Then, as he laughed and I did too, Martin, obviously trying not to join in, said, "I swear to God, Ken, you just don't know when to quit, do you? It's a good job our new friend has a sense of humour."
Then, to me, he said, "Well, it's up to you. Again, our tapes don't leave the house."
Then, looking me over, he added, "And unlike another gentleman friend of ours, you don't seem to have any tattoos, so we don't need the plasters. Because, although I don't see how someone's wife would, in the unlikely event that she could, be interested in a homemade gay porno, it takes a lot of plasters to cover not only a full sleeve but also a back piece!"
Then, "If you're sure? Then I guess... Ken, as they say... Action!" |
