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    It was freezing cold in the biting wind that tore through the shaky dilapidated buildings that lined the first twenty or thirty feet of the Llandudno Pier on the coast of North Wales. The choppy waters of the Irish Sea revealed their murky depths beneath the white topped waves that flowed beneath the all too slender looking iron columns on which the creaking Victorian edifice gently swayed. James leant forward against the full force of the wind that now tore across the exposed deck of the Pier; pulling his plaid scarf up closer around his neck to close the v shaped gap at the top of his coat. His hands disappeared into his sleeves and he clenched all the muscles in his upper body in a futile attempt to pump some warmth to his extremities. He battled on against the wind and looked to the sky at the sound of a screeching cry. There, seagulls hovering in place for a few moments, bobbing from left to right before turning, sharply swooping away as they lost their latest struggle for supremacy, another battle lost in the war against the Atlantic storms that passed overhead in the autumn and winter months. The sun, all too clearly highlighted the many banks of clouds that swept one after the other over the Pier. Strips of light and dark passed over the town behind him. He could see the whole crescent of buildings along the seafront change in colour as the alternating bands of sunlight and clouds swept along the town on their continual voyage to deluge their heavy burden of water upon the mountain massif of Snowdonia, the hilly terrain that could be seen looming on the horizon behind him.

    There were only a few only a few other brave souls that had ventured out as far as the Pier. Most of the tourists had confined themselves to the colonnaded walkways of the main street that offered some protection from the frequent heavy showers of rain that threatened to flood the drains, ill-equipped to deal with the sudden downpours. On the Pier there was a middle aged couple sheltering in-front of a small wooden shed like building about a third of the way along the Pier. They wore in their matching his and hers raincoats a look of contented togetherness. Their friendly faces belied the cold, whilst they stood chatting to the man behind the Perspex window, behind which the shelves of the sweets and chocolate that were the source of his livelihood sat, forlornly. It was October, not August, just a few short weeks earlier the Pier would have been covered from one end to the other with holiday makers. The regional accents would have been as distinct as the wind that now highlighted their absence. The couple and the store holder briefly stopped their conversation about life in a holiday resort at the start of autumn to look up and smile at James as he wondered by. The four of them shared a knowing glance as James acknowledged them with a swift nod of his head and a grin that showed off his facial features to their best highlighting the lines on his face that showed just how much he smiled. It was amazing how much a single glance could mean, in that brief moment they all shared the knowledge of just how utterly horrid the weather was but just how wonderful an experience it made.

    Further along a young man in a green uniform was valiantly trying to do some vital repairs to the next kiosk halfway along the Pier. It was a nightmare, James was sure, to keep the Pier open, in the summer every inch of decking was far too lucrative to close for repairs and in the winter the weather far too vile to contemplate working on the thing. James took a moment to observe the young man in action. Despite the cold he wore only a polo shirt with a sleeveless Body warmer, his upper arms filled the short sleeves of his shirt and his forearms rippled as he maneuvered the heavy components of the awning of the kiosk, the power drill in his right arm was almost like an extension of his arm, his bulging bicep leading to his impressive forearms and powerful hands with a vice like grip on the handle of the drill. There was a trio of figures at the far end of the Pier from what he could make out from the distance it was a man and two women, a couple and a friend or relative by their actions. Behind him where the Pier met the land was a family with young children playing on the machines that offered cuddly toys twice their size if you operate the cranes correctly.

    The only other figure that caught his attention was the lone figure of a young man, similarly clothed against the fierce wind. He was walking absent minded despite the gale that buffeted him from side to side, it was clear the young man had a muscular frame from his figure, and from what James could see of his face half hidden beneath his scarf and hood, he was strikingly good looking. James carried on up the Pier, staring through the gaps in the decking planks watching the green waters crash against the Pier columns disappearing beneath the waves. He finally reached the pavilion at the end of the Pier, a large multitone blue building, either side of which the Pier expanded out with two smaller pavilions occupying the expanded deck. He walked to the left of the central building full of arcade games to entertain bored children in the summer rain. The building was gaudy and the cacophony of electronic beeps clashed with James’ desire for peace and solitude. The wind when he emerged from the temporary wind break, smashed into him with such ferocity that he was forced to step backwards to retain his balance. He paused briefly on the Pier end just long enough to say he had reached it. He didn’t like the feeling of perching over the waves at the best of times let alone when the wind ripped through him, the waves crashed beneath him and his face was pebble-dashed with the spray from the sea. Beating a hasty retreat he spun around and crashed into the young man that had been behind him. James realised instantly just how muscular the young man was, by the solidity of the frame and the hollow thud that echoed in his ear as he made contact with his chest and the powerful thump of his arm as it wrapped around James’s back with a prominent bulge for a bicep. But most of all James noticed a very and all too short snapshot of his scent as his head almost contacted with his neck. They both instantly apologised to the other, they then completed that almost ritualistically British activity of both almost walking into each other again in an attempt to let the other pass. James’ face exploded into a broad grin whilst the young man burst into laughter, “shall we dance?” He chuckled, “after you I insist.” He added in a deep yet light voice, indicating with his hand for James to pass. The accent was Standard English to the core; it betrayed no regionality or class, only education. “Why thank you kind sir,” James replied bowing his head to once side in a faux display of deferment.

    James smiling took in for the first time the features of the young man in front of him admiring the view and both locked eyes for an interval far longer than absolutely necessary. James noticed how the young man’s eyes dropped but not in an embarrassed effort to look away but in a deliberate way right down the full length of his body with such an intensive analysis that made him feel as if he was naked before him. The realisation caused a stirring reaction within the tight confines of his boxer-briefs and a crease of a smirk came to his face as the eyes of his examiner rose once more up his body to lock with his eyes, before their contact was broken by the two young men passing each other. The stirring sensation between his legs only magnified the urge to relieve himself that had been afflicting James since he had started his long walk in the cold. An elongated version of one of the Kiosks that partitioned the Pier housed the toilets and James dove into one glad to be finally free of the wind. He undid the zip on his grey jeans, and fumbled momentarily for the flap on his boxer-briefs before pulling out his semi-erect cock, the warmth was a pleasurable change for his frozen fingers which were quickly warmed by the heat of his body as the water vapour rose from the stainless steel urinal highlighting the coldness of the day. A creaking noise followed by a bang, alerted James to the very real fact that only the few inches of wall between his back and the door prevented any line of sight between the Pier and his cock, as the door flapped constantly buffeted by the wind. The sense of risk only seemed to encourage James more so; the slight urge became an irresistible necessity and his hand began if slowly at first to grip his now warm, thick and fully erect cock with a firm grasp. His fingers explored every millimetre of it, from the bulbous thick vein that ran the length of the base of his cock to the thick ridge that surrounded its head. Precum started to ooze as he slowly pumped himself, closing his eyes in self centred pleasure.

    The first that James knew that something was amiss was a small metallic tinkle, a groaning creak and the darkness that enveloped the room as the door closed followed by a hollow thud as it came to rest in the frame. A blurry image in the reflective surface of the Urinal was the first indication of the presence of another, the colouring of the clothing left only one possibility, it was the young man that followed him up the Pier, the one that he had crashed into, and the one that had looked up and down every centimetre of his body and greatly enjoyed what he’d seen.

    “We really should stop meeting like this,” came an all too familiar voice from behind James. As he reached down to attempt to push his still erect cock back into his jeans, two powerful arms reached round pushing his hands away. Using one hand he held both James arms behind his back and with the other he reached round and clasped his cock pulling him in towards him. James was dumbstruck and simply gazed into the eyes of his commanding admirer.

    “I suppose I should introduce myself as we haven’t been formally introduced,” he said, with another one of his cheeky grins forming. “My name is Chris Halifax, my uncle owns the Pier, I couldn’t help but notice you earlier, and when you came in here I just had to follow you, little did I know quite what you would be up to.” James stood in silence staring at Chris, taking in the beauty of his face, the chiseled jaw line, the muscles around his face, the straight hair that swept across his forehead, and his thick neck that emphasised his strength. James walked slowly towards Chris and reached up to slowly undo the zip that fastened his coat. Chris offered no resistance, as his coat was removed and his belt buckle undone. Chris fell back against the wall and putting one hand on either side of James head pushed him down towards his now stiff and stirring groin. James hands made light work of removing Chris’ jeans and boxers and unveiling the seven and a half inches of meat that sprung from behind their prison of fabric and fell neatly into James’ open mouth. He wasted no time in taking it within his mouth, slowly at first, and only the very head, but then he took in gradually more and more, and faster and faster until he was devouring it all greedily, as Chris’ strong hands clasped around his head and his muscular arse clenched as he face fucked James in an increasing wave of pleasurable intensity. James tongue swirled around his cock head deep within his mouth and his thick lips enveloped his cock with a ferocious appetite responding to every movement of Chris’ twitching body. His right hand held onto Chris’ right hip, occasionally reaching up towards his solid pectoral muscles that stood out like all his muscles, clenched as they were in pleasurable ecstasy. His left hand gripped his own erect cock and pumped, flying up and down the shaft like a piston, with all the urgency of an express passenger train. Reaching down he played with his engorged balls a few times, feeling the capacity of their heavy load, and he reached down with two fingers, beneath his balls to his waiting hole twitching with anticipation, in they slipped one by one, he briefly stopped sucking, and locking his eyes in a stare established eye contact once more with his powerful lover as he reached further into himself groaning with pleasure.

    Chris pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his jeans still round his ankles. He reached down and his arms bulged as he picked James up off the floor and threw him on the shelf containing the wash basins. Pulling his legs apart he knelt down and proceeded to take James within his mouth. James head fell back and his eyes rolled as a soft moan escaped his lips as the warmth of Chris’ mouth enveloped his moist cockhead. Chris pulled his Jeans closer and reaching into his pocket pulled out a small plastic packet. Ripping it open, he stroked his cock a few times to loosen it up and rolled the condom onto his cock head enjoying the sensation as he rolled it over the sensitive skin, whilst continually sucking his companion. He stood up, pulled James by the hips onto his waiting cock; slowly at first he inserted himself centimetre by centimetre, until he was completely inside him. Then pulling out slightly he slowly reinserted himself, gradually increasing the amount he pulled out before re-entering. James moaned for more, “Fuck me harder and faster, just Fuck me!” he pleaded reaching to grab both cheeks of Chris buttocks to pull him in. Chris used his strong arms to pin James back and continued to tease him, by slowly withdrawing and inserting his cock in a sensual display of power. A wicked smirk gripped his face he was enjoying the power and dominance he had over his companion. The urge however to simply fuck his brains out was however too strong to resist, and with all his muscular strength he thrust his hips forward, whilst using his arms to pull James into him, his cock and balls made a slapping noise as they impacted on James’ spread-eagled rear. He screamed in pleasure as his hole was filled by the thick throbbing and pumping weapon of his lover.

    “Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder!” James cried. Chris reached round with one arm underneath James’ arse, and with the other behind his head, he pulled with all his strength, his stomach and abdominal muscles clenching to reveal his toned six-pack, and his arms bulged as he lifted James clear off the shelf, suspended in mid air as he continued to pump him. He slammed James back against the wall of the Kiosk and fucked him continuously until James cried out in a pleasurable whimper, “I’m Cumming,” with that several streams of thick creamy liquid splashed against Chris’ muscles on his chest stomach and arms. Chris lunged forward taking James mouth into his and wrapping his arms around his back in a strong embrace and kiss as he clenched his toes into the ground screwed his eyes shut and moaned in orgasmic relief as the contents of his engorged balls erupted.

    Releasing James from his bear like grip Chris removed the condom from his cock and held it up the light to show his lover the extent of his pleasure. James grinned as he saw the liquid filling the base of the latex tube. “That was wonderful, I’m just so glad we weren’t interrupted James said coyly pulling Chris closer to him. “But, unless I’m very much mistaken, we are NOT alone!” said Chris as pushed open the door of the cubicle in the corner. “Come out Rory!” he shouted. There, shuffling out of the cubicle before them was the green shirted maintenance man, his impressive and fully erect cock, dripping cum, whilst his sticky fingers and trousers and boxers round his ankles further betrayed his lustful actions. Briefly looking at each other, James and Chris reached for him, pulling him towards them. James dropped to his knees and took the dripping cock into his mouth, whilst Chris proceeded to strip him of his remaining clothes before kissing him passionately on the lips.[/SIZE]

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    Goodness! That was intense. So much so that I felt somewhat like Rory. Only problem is I had to experience the scene vicariously through the written word. I hope there is more to follow. Reading is the next best thing in re-living such intensity.Thanks!

    Welcome to the story forum, DafyddGeraint.

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    That was really hot , after a very descriptive begining ! Worth Nice

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    Thank you gentlemen for your kind remarks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I know there is alot of description for the scene but I just wanted to convey the right impression of the setting. There may well be more to follow if there is a demand for my descriptive style.

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    Great story, DafyddGeraint!

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    Welcome Dafydd! I think you are the first story teller from the literary rich country of Wales to grace our story board. You certainly live up to the bardic tradition with your brilliant descriptive writing albeit prose and not poetry.

    As one who has had personal experience of the very weather conditions at the actual location that you describe, I only wish I had been on that pier at that particular time!



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    Second Chapter - been a bloody long time coming I know gents hope you enjoy, until next time

    Iechyd Dda! - Good Health
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    The small two carriage train pulled out of Llandudno station, the carriages were packed full of revellers returning from an evening of heavy excess, riotously drunk they were travelling on the last service of the day to their holiday accommodation at Deganwy and Llandudno Junction. James had found himself a window seat, his back was to the driver’s cab, he was glad of the secluded protection from the raucous nature of his fellow passengers. The train clattered along the single track line, twisting and turning along the sinuous track, with a screeching chorus of steel on steel as it negotiated some particularly tight curves along the coastline. Half the train emptied at Deganwy whilst another bunch of travellers boarded. James paid little attention to the latest cohort of passengers fighting through the drunks. He only really noticed what was going on when he felt his left side suddenly come into contact with something warm. He turned his head to be greeted by a bicep bulging out of a slim fit rugby jersey, and a massive forearm stretched out, hand grasping the seat in front. James continued to look out of the corner of his eye, up the muscular arm and out to the muscular chest, which failed considerably to hide itself behind his shirt, down his torso and further down to his thighs, they filled his grey jeans admirably, spaced as far apart as he could given the cramped confines of the busy train and the bulge at his crotch indicated a handsome reward for anyone lucky enough to discover its secrets. He recognised the shape as one his regular fellow passengers, he’d always noticed him but had never sat near let alone next to this hunk.

    James felt an all too familiar stirring in his groin as the warm body of his travelling companion spread down his side, he failed to break the hypnotic gaze with which he was taking in the young man’s physique. The train lurched into another sharp curve, the wheels squealing. The solid mass of the studly Adonis slid across the seat, he braced himself against the sudden movement by tightly gripping the seat in front with one arm, his muscles expanding and tightening under the strain, whilst his other arm in a reflex action reached out and grabbed James’ leg. His large hand spanned the whole width of James’ upper leg, although he fairly quickly removed his hand, James felt that he held his position just slightly longer than was strictly necessary. He hoped that his fellow passenger hadn’t noticed the prominent bulge in his crotch, and was thankful yet slightly disappointed that his hand had landed where it had. “Sorry Bud,” James was somewhat startled at the rich deep baritone voice that emanated from his throat, ‘didn’t mean to crush you lad.” The accent was unmistakeably South Wallian, not the harsh accent of the Welsh valleys, but the resonating boom of the South West. If he wasn’t in love with the man’s body James was certainly taken with his voice. “I’m Rhys by the way.” “James,” he replied. They shook hands, James tried his best to give a manly reply to the vice like grip he was expecting from Rhys’ outstretched arm, but he was surprised, despite the obvious strength, his grip belied a certain gentleness that was completely unexpected. The two young men fell into conversation about this and that, events of the day, that particularly British obsession with the weather, their favourite TV shows and music. After half an hour or so James began to think that apart from Rhys’ obvious obsession with Rugby they held a lot in common. James however, spent most of his time trying to work out if his little hunch in the back of his head was true or not. Was this gorgeous hunk of a man, who held the attention of every girl on the train all that interested in them in return. Normally by now on his nocturnal train journeys, his male companions’ conversation would have turned to the relative merits of the different women in the carriage, but not with Rhys, he seemed genuinely interested in him. His suspicions were somewhat more solidly confirmed when at the next station a tall, lean young man boarded the train. In figure hugging tracksuit bottoms and hooded top, his obviously pretty boy face and rounded arse, caught the immediate attention of both James and Rhys.

    It was only when James realised that both his and Rhys’ reactions were very similar that he felt certain something was not quite all that it seemed. James pulled his T-shirt down, adjusted his hair and sat up straighter in his seat at the sight of this new stud. Rhys almost did the opposite, pushing himself back into his seat, opening his legs wider and crossing his arms, sending his muscles bulging out in a show of strength. Was it a show of force, a masculine sign of dominance, asserting his dominance over the carriage and his rights over the scantily clad women in the carriage, who now had a choice of two gorgeous young men to drool over, or was it an invitation to sample the muscular frame for himself. James’ suspicions were confirmed as he noticed Rhys’ eyes were affixed on this new lads arse and groin for most of the ten minutes it took to arrive at his station. Once or twice Rhys and James’ eyes met and each time Rhys just shot him a silent but telling grin. If that wasn’t enough to confirm it, the occasional readjustment of his package seemed to suggest that he was receptive to what he was seeing.

    The train ground to a squealing halt at Llandudno Junction, normally James was only one of a few to go any further up the line this time of night, on the trains lonely journey up the Conwy Valley to Blaenau Ffestiniog. He watched as the train completely emptied, except for one passenger, his sexy rugby hunk.

    “So then James, Where are you off to?” Rhys asked in a somewhat provocative manner.

    “Home to Dolwyddelan, unless I get a better offer.”

    “Got someone waiting for you when you get back,” Rhys enquired hopefully thinking to himself it would be a shame if this cute little guy did. He wanted to wrap him up in his big arms and hold him, he looked so vulnerable.

    “No I live by myself, nobody will miss me If I don’t turn up tonight, nobody would miss me if they never saw me again probably.” James replied in a moment of unbridled honesty, before realising what he had said when the frown of consternation creased Rhys’ muscular face.

    “I don’t believe that for a minute bud. I’d miss you if I never saw you again.”

    James instantly sat upright and turned to Rhys, “ Y..Y..You really mean that?”

    “Course I do bud, a good looking guy like you, you’ve got a killer smile, you’re no scrum half but you’ve got a good build on you, you’re a crackin bloke don’t let anyone get you down. What’s getting you down mate, why do you think nobody would miss you?” James hesitated to answer, he looked across at this big muscular man next to him, he debated whether or not to tell him the truth, he was pretty sure this guy was at least bi, he knew there was hostility to Gay guys amongst some Rugby types, so did he take the risk of being beaten to a pulp by a homophobic man mountain who could snap him in half in two seconds, or did he man up and make a stand for himself. He took another look at Rhys’ eyes which held a genuine look of empathic concern, took a deep breath and spoke.

    “When I came out I was with a girl, she ran a mile as soon as I even started to talk to her about it, I lost my best friend who was gay, he said I’d lied to him, that I’d done it just to get with him like everyone else does to him, be his friend just to get in bed with him. It wasn’t that, I just wanted to be me. Since then everyone I’ve cared about me has left me, I moved out here to get away from them, now I’m completely alone, aside from the odd cock in a toilet, or two if you count this afternoon,” a small smirk washed over James face as he remembered Chris and Rory in the Pier toilets that afternoon. “That’s it really, that’s my life, sorry. I’m probably disgusting you with all this talk about cock.” James looked down away from Rhys and shrank into his seat. He looked up at the sound of Rhys bellowing with laughter, at first he thought Rhys was taking the piss out of him just like everyone else always did, tears started to form in his eyes, yet again he’d opened up just for someone to throw it back in his face he thought, so he was surprised when Rhys leant across and took his face in both hands. He thought this is it, I’m for it. Instead Rhys pulled him closer, leant in, and in the gentlest manner possible, despite the bulging form of his biceps, lovingly kissed James on the lips.

    “Disgusted! I’m not disgusted by you. You’re turning me on you randy little bastard! He roared with laughter I’m not disgusted mate, I’m no homophobe, Sure I might look the part, yeah I can hold my own , if you’ll excuse the pun with the lads down the club, I can fuck the brains out of any chick the lads send my way, but at the end of the day I’m just a big cock sucking, ass fucking homo like you, and you can ride my cock any day of the week young man, not just any day, every day. I don’t care what the world thinks of you or me, but I’m going to show you that someone in this world does care about you, and will miss you if you never show up again. I’m going to turn you round, build you up and send you out into the world a bigger and better man, even if that means I have to fuck that cute tight little ass of yours, every day for a month!”

    James was taken aback and the tears started rolling down his face, he just managed to jokingly splutter out, “But you’ve never seen my arse, I’ve been sat down the whole time.”

    “You have today, but it’s not the first time I’ve seen that cute little backside of yours, I’ve been perving on you for some time.”

    “Really I didn’t think you had ever noticed me.”

    “Noticed you? I’ve been jacking, my not inconsiderable cock on a daily basis on the tightness of that ass and the cuteness of your face bud.”

    James was overcome with emotion and collapsed into the muscular chest and embrace of his new found lover, who wiped away the tears from James face, and kissed his forehead. James let his hand explore the defined ridges of Rhys’ muscular chest and abs as the train rocked and rolled along the steeply inclined twisting track. They rode the rest of the six stations to Dolwyddelan, where Rhys used his height and muscularity, despite protestations that he was perfectly capable of doing it himself, to lift James down to the low height platform.

    “I’m not an invalid Rhys, I can step down eighteen inches you know, I’m not that short!” James straightened himself indignantly, powerless to resist, Rhys pulled him into him, kissed him on the lips and whispered into his ear, “Yeah but you’re my shorty, now you might be able to step down eighteen inches, but can you take eight?”

    James’ eyebrows hit his hairline and a broad smile spread across his face and lit up his eyes in the gloom of the darkened single platform station.

    They were disturbed by the warning beep of the closing train doors, the guard gave the call “Right a way!” and the driver sounded the two tone horn and pulled away. As the last window past, Rhys saw the young Guard give him a wink and adjust his crotch. Rhys smiled, took James by the hand and let himself be led off the platform into the night.[/SIZE]

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    Re: James

    Well a long time coming but well worth the wait!



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    What a delight, DafyddGeraint. I wondered if we would ever hear from James again. His first encounter with Chris and Rory on the pier was so intense and now he has found Rhys. I hope we learn more about this new found friendship. There are two personalities we need to examine. As Auto said, it took a while, but very much worth the wait. Just don't keep us waiting another year........lol

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    That was nice, but what about poor Rory ... left out in the storm? Who's taking Rory home? You can't stop here. You have to write more.

    I take a personal interest in the welfare of Rories everywhere.

    [I was in Wales in October and the weather was grand. Of course, I was in tropical Caerdydd, not the north.]

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    HOT STORY!!! I need to go to the UK!

    You should really consider writing professionally. Your stories have such attention to detail.

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    Thank you kind Sirs, Diolch Yn Fawr Iawn.

    I'm glad the latest chapter has been received so well by gentleman renown for the calibre of their literary criticism.

    Do not fear Rory shall be well *ahem* catered for in a future edition. I'm sure a journey on the seemingly never ending North South train to Caerdydd Canolog could present several opportunities to explore Rory's character further... I shall say no more of that at this juncture.

    Until then. Noswaith Da Bawb, good night all. Dafydd Geraint

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    Chapter three James.
    By the time the train had reached their station, the sun had gone down and it was almost dark. James was happy to have his new found friend with him on the walk home, it was a lonely life living alone in a small village in the hills far away from everything else, he pulled himself close into the muscular frame of his companion, feeling the benefit of his body heat as the warmth of the day faded into the cool of the night. It wouldn’t take long for James and Rhys to find their way to James house; it was only a fifteen minute walk from the station, down a secluded path surrounded by tall hedges on both sides. But before they were there, both of them had very distinct bulges in the front of their jeans, Rhys had walked the entire way from the station with his right hand inside James’ jeans grabbing hold of his right buttock whilst James had his left hand down the front of Rhys’ Jeans massaging his growing cock. They had to stop three times along the way to passionately kiss each other, and each time they did those bulges grew harder and thicker. They passed a wooden gate cut into the hedge and James turned to Rhys and said, “It’s just my house up here now nobody else lives up here.” They had not passed another soul on their walk up the path and this was giving Rhys ideas.
    “What’s the chance of us meeting someone up here then?” he asked James.
    “Well unless they’ve been robbing my house, there shouldn’t be any reason for anyone to be up here, it’s only my house now like I said.” He replied.
    Rhys made an approving noise and a very wide and very mischievous grin started to form on his face. His facial muscles were a delight to see in action when he smiled, having no excess body fat you could see every twinge. His right arm tensed and he pulled James around to face him. His left arm went around James’ midriff and his right dropped to James Jeans. He undid the zip and the button and pulled down his Jeans and his boxer-briefs.
    James giggled but nervously. “What are you doing, what if somebody sees?”
    “You said yourself, nobody but robbers will be up here at this time of day, and besides I need to sort out my cock I can’t wait to get you into the house.”
    “What do you mean?” said James rather expectantly
    “I mean this” In seemingly one movement, Rhys pulled James up into the air simply by placing his left hand under James Buttocks, suspending him mid air with just one arm. His left arm was bulging, veins were popping up along the whole length of his massive arm, across the middle of his bicep and down through his forearm and into his large strong fingers. His right hand meanwhile undid his own jeans and they fell down around his knees, releasing a very hard, very thick and very long 8 inch pulsating cock which sprang out at a slight upward angle, then he stuck his two thick and strong forefinger and middle fingers into his mouth, gave them a good long suck to moisten them up, all whilst fixing James with a predatory gaze. His look was not the caring compassionate one that he had given him whilst comforting him at the station, it was animal, primeval, instinctive, pure lust.
    “I need to have you, right here, right now.” Rhys grunted. “For weeks, I’ve seen that pretty, tight little ass of yours on that train, I’ve seen that toned little body, and that gorgeous face and I’ve had to go home and fail to satisfy myself by jerking my cock all night long, three sometimes four times a night, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head, for months I’ve needed to do this.” With that he slipped his fingers into James hole, first one then the other. He was surprised how easily they went in, and to be honest so was James.
    “What have you had up there recently, bud?” he enquired somewhat perplexed. James instantly blushed a deep shade of red and turned his eyes away. “Go on you can tell me” Rhys said as he slowly continued to use his fingers to prepare James for the stuffing he was about to receive. “About seven and a half inches in the toilets on the end of Llandudno pier this Afternoon” he mumbled embarrassed. Rhys acted shocked and dismayed; he pulled his fingers out of James hole and put him back down on the ground. “you tell me you are all alone in the world, that nobody would miss you if you were gone and then you go and tell me you had some stud with a big cock banging you this afternoon, well, I don’t know what to think” James started to well up thinking Rhys was being serious, his eyes dropped and clocked the eight incher standing proud out of Rhys body for the first time. “I’m only messing with you.” Rhys boomed in his deep voice. He used two fingers to lift James’ dropped chin. “Did he have legs like these?” he asked pointing to his massive Rugby players thighs, James shook his head, “Did he have abs like these?” he asked, pulling his shirt over his head and running one of James hands down his rippling six pack, again James shook his head. “Or pecs like these?” putting both of James hands on his two mountainous pectorals. This time James managed to say no and even raised a smile as he started to explore Rhys Naked Torso for the first time, it was nearly entirely smooth with a little treasure trail from his navel. “Or arms like these?” James nearly came as he saw the massive mounds of muscle that were Rhys Biceps in a double bicep pose fully engorged and ready for action. “Or a cock like this and balls this big?” “Definitely not said James lustfully, he went to drop to his knees to start sucking the huge cock in front of him but Rhys was having none of it. “There’s plenty of time for that sort of thing later bud.” Said Rhys as he put both hands of James’ waist and in one movement lifted him in the air and place him back squarely on his cock.
    Rhys slowly let James’s bodyweight do the work of lowering itself onto his cock and allow James to adjust to his thick size. Once he was all the way in, he slowly started to lift James a few inches at a time and allow him to drop back again. They kissed slowly at first but then, faster, each stroke was faster and deeper than the one before, James started to moan in pleasurable delight. This was amazing, finally that hunk who he had spent weeks wanking over at home was his, those massive muscles were all his to feel, to touch, to kiss. His fantasy had come true and he was being taken in the open air. He couldn’t help but run his hands along the bulging biceps as they supported his weight bobbing up and down, he couldn’t help falling in love with this mountain of a man that was making him his. Rhys matched the fast and hard pace set by Chris earlier in the day, James couldn’t quite believe that two good looking guys had forced themselves on him; however welcome, that day, but Rhys wasn’t done yet. “How does this compare to this afternoon?” “It’s really good, but I don’t know, even with your muscles, he was more, dominant, he wanted me so he just fucked me you’re taking your time.” He replied mischievously knowing that Rhys’ competitive nature would not like that, time to get his own back for Rhys teasing him earlier.
    Rhys knew exactly what he was up to, “You cheeky bastard! Taking my time, I will show you, you better be ready then, I’m going to show you what fucking really is, how us rugby lads fuck each other, what it’s like to be taken by a real man not some pretty boy with a pencil dick!” With that he stopped controlling the pace with just his arms and moved to his powerful thighs for some deep fast thrusting. Thrusting up with his thighs and clenched buttocks and down with his arms, his arms locked around James’ shoulders. James cried out in pleasure he had never been taken so hard or fast or deep, he was moaning so much he feared that someone would hear he did the only thing he could to stop the noise and bit down on Rhys shoulder to muffle the noise. It was a mistake, the pain just turned Rhys up another gear he was grunting and groaning about how tight James was and how much he loved fucking such a pretty little body. James was beginning to wish that he could have a pound for every time the words fuck, shit and yes came out of Rhys’ mouth. Rhys started to slow down, even for a man of his size and strength he couldn’t keep up the pace forever, they locked in a passionate kiss and that was what tipped James over the edge. He started to bounce up and down on Rhys cock as he felt that urge building in his balls and there it was a sticky fountain of cum all the way up Rhys’ abs chest and onto the underside of his chin. Rhys grinned, he took his right hand and scooped up as much of James’ cum as he could, brought to his nose sniffed, closed his eyes in delight then licked it all off his fingers. That was all he needed to send him to the point of no return. He howled with pleasure as he emptied himself into James and they collapsed in a heap on the grass locked together staring up at the stars.

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    Another pleasurable update on James and Rhys. Glad to have you back again, DafyddGeraint. Always a delight to see you posting more to the story. I hope James does not regret it in the morning what with the amount of activity he has had in one day. But by the sounds of it, he will be ready for more. Will we hear more of Chris and Rory? I look forward to any new update.

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