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    Re: Tales from Gledhill House

    Chapter ten

    ‘Patrick will be here at the weekend.’

    ‘What?’ asked Scott.

    ‘I said Patrick will be here at the weekend,’ George replied.

    ‘Patrick who?’ Scott asked, not knowing what George was talking about.

    ‘The Patrick whom Stephen had told us about – you know the guy from the funeral parlour, he’s coming at the weekend,’ George explained.

    ‘But how... why... I don’t follow, why is he coming here?’ Scott said getting a little agitated by his partner’s lack of communication.

    ‘After Stephen told us about his encounter with Patrick in the funeral home, I thought it would be good to hear what Patrick might have to tell. So, I phone McKenna’s funeral home and asked to speak with him. I was told that he no longer worked there and I asked how I might contact him. The receptionist I spoke to was his aunt. She was reluctant to give me his phone number at first but when I said that I was calling on behalf of his friend Stephen, she relented.’

    ‘You said that!’ Scott exclaimed. ‘So what did you do then?’

    ‘I Phoned Patrick and told him that Stephen had been a recent guest here and that he had nominated Patrick as a friend to be entered into a draw for a free holiday and that he, Patrick was the winner.’

    ‘You devious...’

    ‘Now Scot, don’t be angry. He could be quite entertaining,’ George said in self defence.

    ‘Well he might be... bad enough we have to give free meals to hear sexy stories. If you go giving away free holidays here, we shall soon be out of business!’ Scott said angrily.

    ‘Ooo hooo! Who got out of bed the wrong side this morning?’ George replied sarcastically. ‘He’s coming and that’s that. He will only be here for two nights and if you are worried about the expense, I’ll put the money in the cash register from my savings account,’ George said in an effort to settle the matter without further argument.

    ‘On your head so be it, maybe he won’t want to spill his sexy secrets to complete strangers. Anyway, I can’t stand here arguing the toss with you, I’ve got marketing to do... I’ll see you later.’ With that Scott walked out to the SUV parked in front of the house and drove off to the local Walmart.

    To be continued....
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    Re: Tales from Gledhill House

    And, will they get Stephen back to the Inn for a weekend of reunions?


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Re: Tales from Gledhill House

    When you said Scott had marketing to do, I was thinking along the lines of advertising/promoting the Inn, and then I couldn't quite figure out why he was heading for Walmart! Perhaps 'recruiting' some locals? Buying supplies for signs, or something?

    Then ... it Finally dawned on me you meant Shopping! English can be such a weird language!

    Let's not mention my "age problem", O.K.?

    Looking forward to Patrick's weekend!

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    Re: Tales from Gledhill House

    Lordy, Auto. Tell me when and where and I'll be there myself. I want to hear what Patrick has been up to these past years. Of course if Steven comes as well I may have a fight on my hands. But it's only fair that Steven has first dibs seeing that he so obediently lay there in the coffin while Patrick had his way with him...lol Still it all will make a delightful weekend.......

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    Re: Tales from Gledhill House

    Quote Originally Posted by Kyanimal
    Then ... it Finally dawned on me you meant Shopping! English can be such a weird language!
    Scott often mangles his words - even speaks a language of his own at times but yes he was just going to the store for supplies. As for 'recruiting' he has a roving eye and would like to take advantage of his shopping trips to fetch home 'fresh meat' that is of a kind that is not available on the butchery counter but he knows that George would not approve of that



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    Re: Tales from Gledhill House

    Chapter Ten continued...

    It was Saturday morning and Scott was sat behind the reception desk when he was suddenly aware of someone standing looking down at him. He had not heard anyone arrive and was startled to see a slim guy dressed in a black suit over a black roll neck sweater. The blackness of his clothes served to emphasise his pale complexion and mop of pure white hair. Had his eyes been pink rather that the deepest blue, Scott would have thought the stranger was an albino.

    ‘Good morning, I am Patrick McKenna. I believe you are expecting me.’

    Scott stood up and recovering from his surprise said, ‘Yes... Yes of course, you are most welcome.’

    ‘Am I right in thinking you are George?’ Patrick asked.

    ‘No, I am his partner... Scott. Maybe I should get George, it was he who spoke with you at the telephone.’ Scott left Patrick standing by the desk while he went off to find George. Fortunately, it took only a couple of minutes for George to appear and make Patrick welcome.

    ‘I am little mystified by this offer of a free weekend here,’ Patrick told George.

    ‘Oh no, we do this from time to time. Guests recommend their friends and we draw names out of a hat – you struck it lucky this time around,’ George explained, his fingers crossed behind his back as he was lying through his teeth. The odd looking young man before him was not quite what he had expected from Stephen’s description of the handsome funeral parlour employee.

    ‘I am surprised that Stephen should have known how to contact me, I haven’t heard from him in ages,’ Patrick said.

    ‘I traced you via your uncle’s business. I gather you do not work there anymore,’ said George.

    ‘No, I work as a laboratory technician at the city hospital. The work at the funeral parlour was interesting but I decided that working alongside the pathologist would be more to my liking, so I qualified and that is what I do now.’

    George felt an involuntary shudder go down his spine at the thought of working in a morgue. ‘You were attracted by the cutting edge of work with corpses then?’ he said and immediately regretting his choice of words. Patrick did not seem to notice anything or if he did he did not react to what George had said. Instead, he replied saying, ‘Certain events occurred that enabled me to decide on a new career path. Maybe I can tell you about it later. Once Patrick had been settled in his room he passed the afternoon and early evening watching TV. He made his way down to the dining room where he shared a table with three other guests who were staying at the hotel. They had insisted that he join them rather than sit alone and Patrick welcomed the invitation. He learned that John and Ray were a couple, while Ray’s cousin Josh had recently suffered the loss of his partner had had travelled with them. Ray and Patrick were soon chatting and felt comfortable in each other’s company.

    Dinner over, the guests made their way into the sitting room and the usual offer was made by Scott and George, a free meal in exchange for a story. The four guests looked at one another, each hoping that one of the others would take up the challenge first and much to George’s relief Patrick offered to tell a tale from his past. George looked over at Scott feeling that his suggestion that Patrick ‘win’ a free weekend break was going to be justified.

    ‘I worked for a time for my uncle who owned and ran a funeral home. Along with three other guys I was a bearer when necessary, carrying caskets into church as part of funeral services. In addition, I had the task of preparing the deceased for burial. The requirements varied. Some of the dead were merely washed, dressed in either r their own selected clothes or just a shroud and immediately sealed in a coffin. Others had more elaborate treatment, even to the extent of being embalmed. The work could be most unpleasant when dealing with the victims of road accidents or other trauma, it was heart breaking when children were involved and it could be curiously arousing when the deceased was an attractive person who appeared to have fallen asleep unscathed. My story concerns a young man who was brought to the funeral home late one night. The information we were given was that he was twenty three years of age and that he had been in a coma for five years following a skiing accident. He had been caught in an avalanche and though dead but was found some twenty four hours later unconscious but alive. He was taken to hospital where he was kept on life support for five years. His parents finally gave permission for the support to be switched off and so he was brought to the funeral home.

    I washed his body, admiring his beauty he was god like as though carved in pure white marble. At one stage he seemed to sigh but air often escapes from the lungs of a corpse so I thought nothing of it. When I had finished, it was late so I decided against placing him in the cold storage but left the body covered with a sheet on the gurney in the preparation room. I went up to my quarters on the upper floor and after a light supper went to bed. I fell into a dreamless sleep almost immediately. The digital clock by my bed registered 1.00 am when I awoke and was aware of someone having climbed into bed alongside me. A hoarse voice said, ‘I am so cold, please hold me,’ and a body was pressed up against mine. I felt whoever it was shivering with cold and reached out to turn on the bedside light.

    Imagine my surprise and horror when I saw that my bedfellow was none other than the guy I had left on the gurney.

    ‘Hold me, warm me,’ he pleaded.

    ‘You’re dead!’ I exclaimed.

    ‘No,’ he said. ‘Why am I here, where are my clothes, I am so cold!’

    I told him how he came to be at the funeral home. ‘Everyone thought you would never come out of the coma, life support was switched off. The doctors pronounced you dead.’

    ‘I could hear people talking, I tried to move, I tried to open my eyes but there was no way I could make contact I had to just lie there and hope.’

    I held him in my arms and slowly his body began to warm. As his blood began to circulate freely I felt his erection growing against my thigh. He apologised but I replied saying it was no problem, just nature taking its course. He hugged me close and I felt his lips on my neck, his hands started to stroke my body and one went up under the t-shirt I wore to bed. He rubbed my chest and his hand then went down under the waistband of my pyjama pants and caressed my cock and balls. I was more relaxed by this time having got over the shock of his arrival in my bed. Following his lead, I reached down and stroked his cock, the cock that I had so admired as it lay recumbent between his legs as I washed his body.

    I did feel a little concern when his lips closed on my cock, thoughts of vampires crossed my mind. What if he was one and I was about to fall victim to his lust for blood. But I no need to have been afraid. He gave me a perfect blow-job and I duly returned the favor after he had swallowed my cum as it hit the back of his throat.

    ‘Five years spent listening to voices around me thinking about my lover who was buried in the snow with me. I heard them say he had died and that I was lucky to be alive. I thought I would never move or speak again but you have given me back my life,’ he told me. The loving he shared with me that night was a mark of his gratitude.

    The next morning he phoned his parents and they came round to collect him. Maybe that was a miracle of sorts or just a medical mis-calculation but the experience of that night changed me, my hair became white as you see it now. I felt I could not go on working at the funeral home and chose a change in career that enabled me to work in a laboratory that dealt with the living and not only the dead.’



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    WOW! What an interesting 'twist'! I don't believe I've ever read anything quite like that before!

    Seems Patrick's story was definitely worth George's efforts! Would be interesting to hear about everyone's reactions! And, perhaps more stories from the other guests? Or, maybe there might be what will become a 'future' story made this weekend?

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    Re: Tales from Gledhill House

    Quote Originally Posted by Kyanimal View Post
    WOW!
    Chaz

    (Great to read that You're mind is a 'tad' warped, Auto! )
    Warped mind! Moi? I suppose you're right but I cut my teeth on ghost and horror stories and I delight in reading crime novels - mainly by American authors who are best at the genre in my opinion.

    There will be some delay before the next episode as I am going off on a two week jaunt that could well inspire further warping of the mind



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    Have an AWESOME Time, Auto!

    We'll be anxiously awaiting your return!

    And, Yeah! ... no matter what ...

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    That was definitely an interesting twist of fate.

    Great storyline, Auto.

    I can understand why his hair became white from the experience - it's surprising he didn't have a heart attack from the encounter.


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    Re: Tales from Gledhill House

    Now I really must meet Patrick....Great story, Auto. I hope you have a great time on your two week jaunt. While out there, however, you may want to check out some old graveyards and such. Something to stimulate more of the Patrick's style of story. Have fun whatever you do and be safe.

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    Re: Tales from Gledhill House

    Chapter Eleven

    Patrick’s unusual and rather creepy story had held not only Scott and George in thrall but also the other guests who had befriended him in the short while that they had become acquainted. Josh was particularly quiet, as it was he who had recently suffered to loss of his partner. Maybe there was something in Patrick’s story that had touched him in some way. George noticed Josh’s withdrawal into a pensive mood and went to sit beside him.

    ‘Are you feeling Ok, Josh?’ he asked. Josh looked up into his eyes and noticed the genuine concern on the part of the older man.

    ‘Yes... thank you. It’s just that Patrick’s experience reminded me a little of how I had met Lee, my late partner. I was a junior doctor at the hospital where he was admitted after he had suffered injury following a skiing accident in the Cascades. I got to know him as part of the team caring for him and we agreed to meet for a drink one evening after his discharge. That drink was the start of an ever closer friendship and after three months we were living together as a couple.’

    ‘So,’ said George. ‘I gather he is no longer part of your life... do you want to talk about it?’ Josh thought for a while and then nodded. ‘I would be happy to talk to you. So far I have not opened up to any one, not even John and Ray but it is not something I want to discuss publically. Can we be alone?’

    ‘Sure,’ George relied. ‘Scott and I have a private sitting room. We can go there now if you like or later – anytime to suit you.’

    ‘Now is as good as ever. If I was to leave it until tomorrow, I may not want to talk about it at all,’ Josh replied. They stood and George led the way to the other room on the upper floor. He explained the situation to Scott on their way out leaving him to ensure the others were attended to until they made their way to their bedrooms for the night.

    The private sitting room had been the master bedroom of Gledhill House when occupied by its original owners as a private house. The view was stunning and the well proportioned room inviting and cosy. George directed Josh to one of the overstuffed armchairs and took the opposite one for himself. He then invited Josh to have his say.

    ‘Lee was the adventurous type,’ Josh began. ‘That is how he came to be in my hospital in the first instance I suppose. He took silly risks and that was how he was injured. I am one of those people who tend to see danger in everything but I would go along with him with some of his crazy ideas while on vacation. Last year he decided we should try gliding. He assured me that it was entirely safe and made inquiries to find where we could receive instruction and take to the air. Not wanting to let him down, I was persuaded to go along and have to admit that our instructors were very competent and soon we were airborne albeit in separate gliders, each with an instructor. Lee wanted to learn to fly solo; I was content to go up in the safe hands of an experienced pilot and had no desire to go it alone. This meant that Lee spent more time with his instructor and I was often left to my own devices on the ground. I spent time visiting nearby museums and art galleries while he was riding in the clouds; or so I thought.

    One day I decided to go back t our hotel suite earlier than I had promised Lee that morning. As I entered the suite, I heard sounds coming from the bedroom. I thought that maybe it was room service although it was rather late for that. Anyway, I went into the kitchen area and got a Coke from the refrigerator. Then I heard the sounds again and it was not the kind of noise you would expect of a chamber maid making up a bed. I walked over to the bedroom door which was slightly ajar and peered inside. Imagine my horror when I saw two naked bodies thrashing around on the bed, one of whom was Lee and the other his gliding instructor. I stood at the door transfixed by the sight of two very handsome guys as they sucked and fucked like there was no tomorrow. Then I dropped my can of Coke on the floor, it just slipped through my fingers but made a loud enough crash to startle the two thrashing bodies into the realisation that they were not alone.
    Shocked, they made a grab for the clothes they had scattered around the bed and fell over one another as they pulled on pants and shirts. Geoff, the instructor hobbled past me as fast as he could go, one shoe on and the other in his hand as he made for the door. Le sat on the side of the bed, his face red with shame, smoothing down his rumpled hair like a naughty boy found jerking off by his mother. I was speechless; he was full of excuses and explanations. He thought I was happy for us to have an open relationship. I asked if he had had other men in our bed. He said not in our bed but he had been with other guys from time to time. I felt betrayed.

    He tried to make up but I slept on the couch that night and acted the part of the ‘hurt little woman’ I guess. Hell! What a situation. Next morning we rowed again, called each other names – I was dubbed a prude, an uptight ass hole. I called him every kind of rat I could think of. He ran off to the airstrip. It was his day for a solo flight. No one knows how it happened but he had a fatal crash on landing so the next time I saw him he was on a slab waiting for me to identify him. Now you see why I was touched so by Patrick’s story.’

    To be continued.



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    Re: Tales from Gledhill House

    Auto,
    You do throw twists and turns at us.
    A somewhat morbid link to Patrick's story, but understandable that it would associate in Josh's mind.

    The feelings of being betrayed, and at the same time loving someone and having to Identify their remains, possibly knowing that the row and breakup could have upset Lee enough that he was off his game for the solo flight.


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    Welcum back, Auto! Trust your Time away was a Wonderful one!

    Thank You! for Josh's story. It underscores the fact that we never truly know what may be around that next corner for any of us.

    All the more reasons to ... no matter what ...

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    Re: Tales from Gledhill House

    Wow, Auto, this is a different twist. Life seems to have it's ways of opening our eyes, not always to our satisfaction and not always in a pleasant fashion. However, how sad for Josh to have had the bitterness and anger as the last utterance he and Lee exchanged. Those are feelings that seem to take forever to heal. Looking forward to the continuance.

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    Chapter Twelve

    Having listened to Josh, it was plain to George that in addition to his grief, the young man was blaming himself for Lee’s accident. ‘Have you thought about having a word with your doctor?’

    ‘Why? I am not ill,’ Josh replied.

    ‘But you are depressed, it occurs to me that you feel that you are to blame for the fatal crash and that is why you feel as low as you do,’ George suggested.

    ‘Why else should he have gone up in that wretched glider and ended his life, it has to be because of the way I went on at him over that fuck fest he was having when I walked in on him.’ By now Josh was near to tears and George sought to comfort him.

    ‘Surely there was some investigation following the accident; was it determined that he had committed suicide?’ George asked.

    ‘They found a fault in the glider’s controls; it should never have been taken up there was no question of suicide.’ Josh said. ‘He was still in a bad mood when he went out that morning.’

    ‘But he could not have launched the glider alone, he had to have help – a tow plane with a pilot?’ George replied.

    ‘Yes, of course.’

    ‘There you are then, he did not just walk out on you with the intent to kill himself. He must have pre-arranged the flight. For your own sanity you must accept that what happened was a very unfortunate unplanned accident. From what you have told me, I am sure that Lee loved you and although he was not always as faithful as you would have him be, he did love you and would never do anything that would hurt you. You have the rest of your life in front of you, cheer up and start to enjoy it again. Tell you what; Patrick is lonely make friends with him. I’m not suggesting that he should be a surrogate for Lee or anything like that but you are two young men in need of companionship.’ George sat back in his chair to see how Josh would react. His words seemed to have a good effect and instinctively both men stood and approached one another. George felt Josh’s arms go round him in a hug. They stood hugging for some moments and Josh kissed George lightly on the cheek. ‘Thank you,’ he said.

    ‘Go and find Patrick, thank him personally for his story, see how you get on with him,’ George said softly as they broke apart. Josh smiled and nodded and made his way from the room. As he walked along the corridor to go back downstairs he met Patrick who was on his way to his room.

    ‘Hi!’ Patrick said.

    ‘I hoped to see you,’ Josh replied. ‘I wanted to thank you for the story, it quite moved me and has helped me to bury some of my own ghosts.’

    ‘Why don’t you come in and join me for a night cap. I’ve got a bottle of single malt whisky that is crying out for some attention,’ Patrick said with a welcoming smile.

    ***** ***** ***** ***** *****

    Several tots of whisky later the two young men lay back on the bed upon which they had been sitting as they chatted into the wee small hours of the night. Comfortable in each other’s alcoholic haze they fell asleep. Part way through the night Patrick woke and pulled a comforter over Josh and himself, for although they had not undressed the air in the room was quite chilly. Josh gave a little whimper as the bedding closed over him but did not wake.

    It was early morning when Josh did wake and he was aware of a weight upon his chest. Opening his eyes he looked down and saw that Patrick had turned on his side and it was his right arm that lay across him. Feeling an urgent need to urinate, Josh gently lifted the arm up and moved it away. He got up from the bed and made his way the adjoining bathroom. As he relieved himself he wondered whether he should rejoin Patrick on the bed or make his way quietly to his own room. Before he could make a decision Patrick walked into the bathroom rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

    ‘Sorry,’ Patrick said, ‘I didn’t realize you were in here.’

    ‘No problem,’ Josh replied as he pushed the flush lever. ‘Did you sleep OK?’

    ‘Yes, thanks, like a babe. The single malt helps but it has left me with a slightly thick head. I guess a nice hot shower will help clear it.’

    ‘Yeah, I find a shower does help after I’ve had a few too many,’ Josh replied. ‘’I guess I will go and take one.’

    ‘Why go, share mine it’s a double shower stall – shame to not use it,’ Patrick said as he stood at the lavatory pan and pulled out his cock to pee.

    ‘I think that sounds like a good idea,’ Josh said with a grin. Patrick finished his business and they both went back into the bedroom to shed their crumpled clothes. Naked they returned to the bathroom and Patrick turned on the shower to let the water run warm. ‘You’ve got a fine body,’ he remarked as he cast an appreciative eye over Josh’s frame. The two men were of similar height and build but Patrick’s body was pale through lack of exposure to the sun whereas Josh had a fine tan that covered all but the outline of a Speedo around his butt and lower abdomen. T was then that Josh did something that he had wanted to do from the moment he first set eyes on Patrick, he closed in on him and kissed him on the mouth.

    ‘Wow! Where did that come from?’ Patrick exclaimed.

    ‘I’m sorry if I have offended you,’ Josh replied, feeling embarrassed by his action.

    ‘No not at all, on e of us had to make the first move and I am happy you made it,’ Patrick replied putting his arms around Josh and holding him in a close hug. ‘So what now, shower or bed?’

    ‘Let’s have that shower, it will wash away the effects of last night’s drinking and we can take up the bed option to follow,’ Josh laughed. By now the shower was running warm and they stepped into the cubicle. They soaped one another and explored their bodies with their hands growing every more horny and eager for what was to follow. Cleansed and refreshed they grabbed towels and dried off and walked back into the bedroom. Patrick draped his towel around his waist and carefully opened the door to the hallway in order to hang a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door. He then dropped the towel and climbed onto the bed where Josh was laying in wait for him.

    Patrick knelt between Josh’s legs and took a gentle grip on his flaccid penis. Josh smiled in anticipation as Patrick brought his lips to the tip he exposed as he had drawn back the foreskin to reveal it in all its glory. It took seconds for Josh’s cock to respond and start to grow hard. Using his left hand to guide Josh’s cock as he sucked on it and teased it with his lips, he reached up his right hand and Josh took it and put the thumb in his own mouth, sucking on it and then sucking each finger in turn. With his fingers lubricated by Josh’s saliva, Patrick explored the crack below the penis and balls that were enjoying the attention of his mouth. Josh shifted his hips so that Patrick could place a finger on his rose bud pucker. Josh moaned with pleasure as he felt the finger exploring his secret place.

    Then Patrick lifted Josh’s legs so that he could get a clear view of the butt hole his finger had been working. The light covering of hair was no deterrent to his desire to rim Josh. Where his finger had probed Patrick’s tongue was playing and pressing, licking and savouring Josh’s man pussy. With Josh’s hole slick with saliva Patrick eased a finger in to find his prostate, rubbing it softly to enhance Josh’s sensual pleasure.

    ‘God that feels so good,’ Josh said. ‘Fuck me, I want you deep inside me,’ he pleaded. Patrick’s cock was hard and dripping pre-cum that acted as a further lubricant as he pressed the pulsating mushroom head into Josh’s anus. His hands pressed Josh’s legs back on to his abdomen and Josh jerked on his cock in time with the thrusts of Patrick’s deep invasion of his rectum. Using his muscles, Josh clenched tightly on Patrick’s cock as it was shoved piston like in and out of his hole. He could feel and hear Patrick’s balls as they slapped against his ass. They continued like this for some time but Patrick’s knees were beginning to feel sore from their pressure on the bedding. A quick change of position and with Patrick now flat on his back, Josh sat astride him looking down at Patricks smiling face as he reached behind himself to guide Patrick’s cock back into his hungry hole.

    It was Josh that was doing the work now as he rode Patrick’s ever harder cock, feeling it pulsating inside him as he began to climax. Josh jerked hard on his own cock and with a cry of ‘Oh fuck! I’m cuming!’ he shot a hot wad over Patrick’s chest. Patrick scooped it up with his fingers and licked it off. Josh leaned forward and kissed Patrick sharing the taste of his cum that Patrick was swilling around in his mouth. Josh then lifted himself free of Patrick’s cock and scooted down the bed so that he could suck up Patrick’s juices as he finally ejaculated in three or four hot jets of cum.

    They lay spooned, Josh behind Patrick for some twenty minutes or so when Josh’s cock that had gone soft after he had cum was slowly erect again. Patrick felt the knob probing his ass and he lifted his leg so that Josh could penetrate him with comparative ease. Josh used a slow and regular rhythm giving Patrick as much pleasure as he was enjoying himself until he came again filling Patrick’s hole with hot jism. All that was necessary from that point was to bring Patrick to another climax which Josh achieved by giving him a blow job that resulted on a mouthful of salty man juice. It was Josh’s turn to share the spoils with Patrick and they worked their tongues over and over in the sticky white cum until they had swallowed it in its entirety.

    When they arrived some time later in the dining room looking for a late breakfast George smiled to see their faces both looking like the cat that got the cream. ‘Good morning guys,’ George said greeting them.

    ‘The best of mornings,’ Patrick replied and Josh smiled in happy agreement.

    George went off to tell Scott that a little bit of magic had been worked and they had two more truly satisfied guests.



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    It's not only their guests that have been 'satisfied'!

    I think I'm feeling a shower cumming on!

    THANK YOU!, Auto!!

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    I resemble that remark!

    Very nice chapter, Auto.


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    George and Scott will surely gain repeat guests from this little touch of magic. Josh and Patrick sound like they were meant for each other. Sexy chapter, Auto. What other guest will we encounter?????

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    I am thoroughly enjoying this tale and look forward to the next chapter...

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    Thanks for the comments guys. Pleased to see that these tales are continuing to arouse probably more than just your curiosity

    Remember how Josh had arrived at the hotel with John and Ray, the latter two being a couple? So far they had been enjoying listening to the story telling but one or both have yet to delve into their past and relate something of their own. Watch this space!



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    Watch this space!
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    With breathless anticipation?!


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    Chapter Thirteen

    Josh had arrived at the hotel with his cousin Ray and partner John, the couple having decided that Josh should be encouraged to put his loss of his own partner behind him. Their opinion was that a change of scene would help the grieving Josh but never in their wildest dreams did they expect Josh to find someone who could replace Lee in his affection. The virtual ‘love at first sight’ burgeoning relationship between Josh and Patrick proved more than they could have wished for and they were happy to see the twp of them go off together. It was now nearing the end of the season when George and Scott would close the hotel for the winter and go off for a well-earned holiday of their own in a warmer clime. Meanwhile John and Ray were their last remaining guests and as yet neither had told a story. That evening, Ray volunteered to relate an experience of his own.

    ‘I had a long term friend I shall call Dean that I had met at university,’ Ray began. ‘He knew I was gay but sad for me he was as straight as a die. Our sexual differences gave him no problems and he always said that if he was to find the right girl and propose marriage, I would be his best man. We kept in touch and would meet from time to time; he had become a successful lawyer while I made a career in real estate. I was always a little surprised by Dean’s success as he was one of those guys prone to unwittingly get facts confused and frequently relied upon those around him to pick up the pieces. I guess it was his effervescent and engaging personality that was the secret of his success.

    I had not seen him for best part of a year when he phoned to say that he was getting married at long last and checked with me whether I would be available to be his best man. I checked the date in my diary and said that I had a couple of appointments that I could rearrange and that I would be delighted to oblige and looked forward to meeting his bride to be. Dean told the location of the church where the wedding ceremony was to take place and the address of the country club where the reception and evening entertainment would be. He asked me if I would hire a stretch limo with a driver and bring it to the church, the idea being that it could be used to take those guests on to the country club that did not have their own means of transport. Always willing to oblige, I agreed and he said he would reimburse the hire charges.

    On the morning of the appointed day I rose and showered and put on a new suit I had bought especially for the occasion after I had my breakfast. The limo arrived dead on time and I told the driver where to take me. The church was some twelve miles or so from where I was living at that time. The traffic was light and we duly arrived in good time. The driver pulled into the parking lot that served the church and I wandered into the building. The church was deserted and a lack of flowers suggested that it was unlikely that a wedding was due to take place there any time soon. As I stood there wondering whether I had got the wrong church the priest entered through a side door.

    ‘Good morning Father,’ I said. ‘I am here for the wedding of Dean and Judith; I do have the right church?’

    ‘Yes you do but you have the wrong day. You are two days early,’ the priest replied. Feeling like an idiot I excused myself and went out to the limo where the driver was sat reading a newspaper. I got into the back of the car and rang Dean on my mobile phone. He readily accepted the fact that the error was his, he had told me the wedding was to be held on the twelfth of the month and he should have told me the fourteenth.

    ‘But I am here with the limo you wanted,’ I said. He apologised and asked me to pass his apologies to the driver and see if the car could be available on the right day. Clearly it was my lot to bail him out this time and cursing him under my breath I explained the situation to the driver. He did not seem too fazed by the mix up and said that as he had been booked for the day, if I had nothing better to do we could go for a drive. ‘By the way,’ he said ‘my name is Olly; we may as well be friendly as we are destined to spend time together.’

    I told him my name and sat back wondering where he would take us. He drove way out of town and soon we were in a densely wooded area. The weather was fine and Olly drove us to a secluded clearing some distance from the highway. ‘I like to come here,’ he explained. ‘Few people ever come here and I enjoy the seclusion.’ He got out of the car and went round to the trunk and then climbed into the passenger seat alongside me. He was carrying a picnic basket and a cool box. ‘I normally bring something with me on these assignments as I am never sure that the wedding party will offer me refreshment. The basket contained some sandwiches and chips as well as some cookies. Olly also produced a couple of cold cooked chicken legs that were wrapped in foil from the basket. The cool box contained several bottles of Budweiser so we were well provided for. I was puzzled by the fact that he was carrying sufficient food for two people but who was complaining in the circumstances?

    After we had eaten he said, ‘It’s a fine day, let’s go and enjoy the sunshine. He produced a blanket from under the seat and led me out from the limo to a grassy glade a short distance from the vehicle. The site overlooked a lake and I took Olly’s invitation to sit next to him on the blanket. We had left our jackets in the limo. Olly loosened his tie and lay back on the blanket. ‘I could spend all my time here on days like this,’ he said. I followed his lead and lay down beside him. After eating and with the warm sunshine I dozed off. How long I was sleeping I do not know but I was awaked by the feel of a hand on my crotch. Olly was on his side propped up on his elbow looking down at me and stroking my cock that was tenting the front of my pants.

    ‘I saw you had a boner and thought I would give it a helping hand,’ he said, his voice husky and sexy. He was a good looking guy and who was I to object to his roving hand? He leaned down and kissed me; I reached up and pulled him closer. I tugged his shirt from his pants and ran a hand up and over his chest finding his nipples that were hard and erect under my exploring fingers. He got up onto his knees and straddled my legs. His hands found my belt buckle and soon had my pants open. He pulled down the waist band of my briefs and let my hard cock spring free.

    ‘Nice one,’ he said smiling down at me and taking hold of my cock in his right hand he pulled back my foreskin and bent down to lick the tip of my exposed knob. I groaned with pleasure and urged him to suck my dick. He proceeded to give me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had. As He worked my cock his roving hands pulled the buttons of my dress shirt open and he pinched my nipples, squeezing and twisting them causing a feeling of pain and pleasure at the same time. Olly was well practiced in his craft and before I knew it he had pulled off my pants and undies leaving me naked but for my open dress shirt. It was then that he peeled off his own shirt and undid his belt and lowered his pants. His cock was hard and making a huge bulge in his tight white briefs. I reached down and drew the head of his cock from the leg opening of his briefs. The mushroom head was purple and slicked with pre-cum that was dripping like a faucet with a broken washer.

    ‘You want to suck it?’ he asked I grunted my reply and we scooted round so that I could take him deep into my mouth. His pre-cum was tasty and helped the passage of his seven inch dick deep into my throat. He voiced his approval of the blow-job I was giving him and then told me to stop. He got up and went back to the limo where I saw him reach into the glove box. He returned with a pack of condoms. ‘Who is going to bottom first?’ he asked. I was in awe of his large cut dick and said that I wanted him inside me. He opened a condom and rolled it down over his cock. He positioned me on my hands and knees and after lubricating my ass with spit, slowly slipped his cock inside me. I bucked back and forth riding on his dick as he knelt behind me. Every now and then his slapped my butt with the palm of his hand and I could feel my ass cheeks glow in the light breeze that wafted round us from the lake below. It was not too long before I felt the condom swell inside me as his thick wad of cum filled it to capacity.

    We were laid on our backs once more when he handed me a condom pack. ‘Your turn now and make it rough and hard,’ he said. He clambered on to all fours and waited for me to place the condom on my cock. My fear was that the rubber would break as he had not brought any lubricant with the condoms. He had rimmed my ass to ease himself in without any risk now he was telling me to spit in my hand and use that as lube. Following his instructions I slicked the rubber protective and for good measure gobbed another wad of salver onto my fingers and used it to wet the tight sphincter that winked up at me from his hairy crack. He let out a sigh when at last I managed to ram my engorged cock into him.

    ‘Harder, harder!’ he screamed at me and I shoved as hard and as roughly as I could in what became a frantic uncaring assault on his behind. My balls were swinging violently as I pounded in and out with sweat pouring from every pore of my body. Blinded by perspiration that ran into my eyes I could no longer see the form of the man I was fucking; I had become little more that a fuck machine.

    However, this could not last forever and I began to feel an enormous surge build in my balls and rocket up my spine as I came with the velocity of a jet plane on takeoff. With a final shove that pushed Olly flat on his face, I find my cock expelled from his tight hole and I collapsed on top of his prostrate body. As I rolled off him and onto my back to lie on the sweat soaked blanket he turned over onto his back gasping for air. Eventually he was able to speak and he told me that he had just had the fuck of a life time and congratulated me on my endurance. I was too exhausted to respond; I just lay there with my cock wilting inside the cum filled rubber. He pulled it off me and held it up to admire the volume of juice I had ejaculated.

    ‘Wow!’ he exclaimed, ‘you sure pack a load.’ He tied a knot in the condom, securing its contents. ‘I’ll add that to my collection of sexy souvenirs,’ he said with relish. We lay on the blanket a little longer before getting dressed and returning to the limo. He drove me home and agreed to pick me up a couple of days later for the real event. However, on the day it was a different driver, a man who must have been in his late fifties. When I asked about Olly he merely said that he had taken a day off that was due to him. The wedding went off as planned and Dean thanked me for my part in it, apologising for the confusion over the dates.’



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    Sweet! Limos can be a LOT of FUN (don't ask how I know that), butt getting naked, and fucking outdoors has got to be one of The Best!

    I'm left wondering why Olly took the day off? Maybe he owed his older buddy a favor?

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    It was a most erotic and HARDENING experience!

    I wonder, too, why he made other arrangements, instead of cumming back for a repeat performance.


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    Thanks guys - I have been told in confidence - don't let it go any further, please - Olly had a sore butt and could not sit comfortably to drive the limo! Silly boy - he should have asked for gentle treatment and then had a repeat performance on the day. Ce la vie



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    How elegant! A limo to ride to your private fuck-fest. Sounds like both Ray and Olly had quite the time, but it is odd that he didn't return for a second. Who knows, maybe Ray didn't want to pursue the story and further since John was listening....lol Jealousy can pop it's head very quickly sometimes. But now it is time for John to relate an exciting time in his life. I hope that closing down for the winter doesn't mean this concludes the story. There are too many others out there with erotic stories to tell. Thanks Auto.

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    Thanks for the continued support - has anyone rated this thread as a matter of interest?

    This is a taster for the next chapter that is being worked on just now...

    Chapter Fourteen

    Ray’s story had gone down well and Scott asked whether he had ever tried to get in contact with Olly again. ‘I did try a couple of times but he was never available when I called, then I met John and within days of that first meeting, all thoughts of Olly were forgotten. He was merely chalked up as one of those chance encounters we hope to experience once in a while.’

    As Ray had made mention of John, all eyes were now turned in his direction. ‘Ok, so John it is your turn to tell us all about one of your ‘chance encounters’ that Ray refers to,’ George said, anticipating a further titillating story.

    ‘Right,’ John said, ‘this one may appeal to you. Ray has heard it before on more than one occasion so don’t be surprised if he falls asleep out of sheer boredom.’ The assembled company settled back in their chairs to listen to what John was to tell.

    ‘I was twenty-five or so and working as the manager of a claims department of a large insurance company. It was a Monday morning in early summer. I had spent the weekend at the beach with friends and we had had a good time, which made the return to work all the less appealing. Arriving at my desk, I opened my e-mails and sorted the junk from the stuff that needed my attention. My departmental staff members were able to agree settlement of routine claims for auto and property damage. I had to agree the payments for large claims and the more complicated injury and liability cases often involving court action and working alongside lawyers. I found the work interesting and challenging but as people got more and more litigious in their hunger for compensation for the slightest injury or loss my work load was increasing at a frightening rate.

    You can imagine my interest later that day when I received a phone call from a guy who introduced himself as Drayton Hallowtree asking if I could be tempted by an offer of a change of employment. I had heard of Hallowtree and understood that he was a successful head hunter who could place suitable people in quite lucrative positions. Phoning me on that particular day caught me in the mood for making a change so I agreed to an appointment to call and see him for an exploratory interview.



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    "Drayton HALLOWTREE"? Now ... Just going by the name, this could prove quite interesting!
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    Teaser, indeed. And, of course we've rated your thread - well, err, we have NOW! I always forget. Thanks for the reminder.


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    Chapter Fourteen continued

    Having gained the attention of his listeners, John continued with his tale:

    ‘Drayton’s office building was one of those steel and glass edifices, the atrium was large enough to stage a pop concert and the security guard looked smart enough to have just stepped down from a military parade. I explained the purpose of my visit and I was duly signed in and handed a visitor badge to wear. I was directed to the ninth floor where Mr Hallowtree’s personal assistant would be waiting for me. The elevator was one of those that ran up the outside of the building and I was assailed by fine views of the downtown area as I sped up to my destination.

    As promised I was greeted by the PA who was about my own age and appeared as though he was a model for a Saville Row tailor. Immaculate was an understatement. He led me to a pair of double doors and after tapping on them lightly with his knuckle he opened them and ushered me inside. The office was on a grand scale with large picture windows overlooking a river view. The large desk and seating exuded wealth and the figure I could only assume was Drayton Hallowtree surpassed his PA’s degree of grooming by miles. He was also somewhat older with a distinguished graying of his hair. He stood and held out a welcoming hand. His palm was dry, his handshake firm without being overly so and he directed me to one of the club style chairs in front of his impressive desk.
    He dismissed the PA with a nod and began to ply me with questions about my education, career to date and my interests outside work; all routine stuff that could be expected at an interview. Every now and then he would make a note on a yellow legal pad. He considered each of my answers with great care and frequently asked me to elaborate upon a point. As an interviewer, he was well practiced and there were times when I felt that I was under interrogation and that if I was not forthcoming with my answers I would be subjected to torture; he was that thorough.

    I began to feel a little intimidated, after all, I had not applied for a position, it was he who had contacted me and I still had no idea what it was that that may be on offer job-wise. He must have sensed my growing concerns and started to tell me about the executive director’s position with a large conglomerate for which he considered me adequately qualified.

    ‘Do you feel you would like me to put your name forward as a candidate for the post?’ he asked. I thought that there was nothing to lose and maybe everything to gain if he was to do so and in any event the final decision would rest with the chairman of the corporation concerned. So, I said ‘Yes, please.’

    At that point, his attitude seemed to become less officious and relaxed. He invited me to join him on a long black leather sofa that was placed to take advantage of the stunning view over the river. Without me being aware that he had summoned his PA, the young man re-entered the room with a tray of coffee that he placed on the low table in front of the sofa, before quietly leaving the room.

    ‘Would you care for a coffee or maybe something stronger?’ Drayton asked pointing to a drinks cabinet. I said that coffee would be fine and he poured us each a cup. Over our coffee he chatted about this and that, commenting on the activity we could see on the river and then announced that he had booked a table for us to have lunch in a nearby high class restaurant. Throughout the meal I had the feeling that he was watching me, checking out my table etiquette and appearance. It was after the desert that he casually mentioned that he was gay and asked if I found that offensive. I hesitated before replying as this seemed yet another test. Until now he had not registered on my gaydar although I did notice that he had none of the wife and kids photos in his office that so many executives like to have on show. The artwork on his office walls was in no way erotic and the two valuable looking bronzes on the credenza were of rider-less horses.

    I replied honestly saying that yes I was gay and that I had come out to family, friends and colleagues two years ago. It was with a measure of relief that I saw that he accepted my reply without any adverse reaction. ‘If you are not in a hurry to go elsewhere, I would like you to come back to the office where my PA will take down some of your personal details for the file I will pass to the chairman the corporation that we trust will offer you employment.
    We took the elevator up to the ninth floor once more and Drayton ushered me into a smaller office alongside his own where the PA was seated before a computer monitor. ‘I’ll leave you two alone,’ he said and left the room. ‘Hi, my name is Connor, I know you are John of course. Take a seat and I’ll just complete our computer file.’ I found that he had already uploaded the notes that Drayton had made and he asked me for basic things like my full name, address, date of birth and so on. It was then that he turned to me and said, ‘I find that Drayton did not ask you any questions about your health or medical record. Before we can put forward a recommendation for your employment by our client it is necessary to ensure that you have no conditions that may affect your acceptance into their executive pension and medical insurance schemes.’

    He then proceeded to question me about my medical history and that of my immediate family. Then came something of a bombshell, ‘I am a qualified medical practitioner as the certificate displayed here confirms,’ he said pointing to a frame certificate on the wall behind his desk that hitherto I had not paid any attention. ‘Unless you have any objections perhaps you will accompany me to the staff medical room where I can conduct a brief medical examination.’ This struck me as a little weird, how come a doctor should be employed in such a way? Then I thought, I have no problems health wise and what harm can it do to go along with the exam,, so I followed Connor to the medical room where he took off his jacket and put on a white coat and picked up a stethoscope.

    ‘Perhaps you could remove your jacket and roll up your shirt sleeve so that I can check your blood pressure,’ he said. I obliged and he then suggested I remove my shirt so that he could listen to my heart and lungs. He thoughtfully breathed on the business end of the stethoscope so that it should not feel cold upon my chest. After listening to my heart and lungs from a variety of points on my chest he applied the stethoscope to my back. ‘That is fine,’ he declared as he made some notes on his pad. ‘Perhaps you will drop your trousers so that I can be sure that you do not suffer from a hernia or any genital deformities or infections.’ The exam had gone like any other I had undergone thus far, so I thought what the hell and complied. My problem was the fact that this guy was such a hot number, I was becoming aroused as he touched my body and to my shame my cock stuck out like a flag pole on a store front on the fourth of July; all it lacked was a star spangled banner.

    ‘That is a fine specimen, if I may say so,’ Connor said as he felt around my groin, an action that only increased the size of my erection. He looked into my eyes and smiled as he took hold of my cock and gave it a couple of jerks. He then bent over and licked the bell end before taking it into his mouth and giving me one hell of a blow job. I crossed my mind that I should make the most of this unusual situation and so reached out to grab his cock and balls. Rather than reject my move he made the contact easier and pulled down the zipper on his fly so that I could reach inside to pull out his semi-hard cock. I was virtually stripped naked as my pants and underwear were down around my ankles, I kicked off my shoes and released the last of my clothing and then grabbed the belt on Conner’s pants. I pulled his pants down and eased his briefs over his erection. I grabbed his tie and pulled his face up to mine to kiss him. Our tongues writhed together as I pulled the buttons of his shirt open to expose his lightly furred chest. We tumbled together to the examination table where we lay head to toe and were able to suck each other’s cocks. After a while, Connor released my throbbing cock from his mouth and said, ‘Time for an internal examination, I need to be sure that you have no problems with your prostate.’ He got me to lie on my left side on the examination table as he pulled on a latex glove. He put a glob of lubricate on a finger and plunged it into my butt. The lube was cold and it gave me quite a strange but delightful feeling as his gloved finger wandered over my G spot.

    ‘Everything seems just fine here too,’ he said and I then felt another finger joining the first working my hole beyond what could be regarded as a routine examination. ‘One further test,’ he said and before I could ask what that might be I felt his cock slide into my butt hole. Now his cock was not that long but it was thick and it took several thrusts for me to relax and accommodate it. He knew how to fuck; he was a considerate top ensuring that I was both comfortable and gaining maximum pleasure. He managed to manoeuvre me around so that I was on my back and he was standing at the foot of the examination table as he continued to fuck me. He got my legs up over his shoulders and I could watch his face as he pleasured me. He then drew his cock from my ass and discarded the condom he had thoughtfully used and he held both mine and his cock in his hand as he jerked us to a simultaneous climax. The cum splashed over my abs and he bent over to lick me clean before declaring that the medical examination was complete and that I had passed with flying colors.

    As I got dressed he made some further notes on his pad and said that he would pass his report to Drayton who would be in touch with me regarding the next step in the appointment process within the next few days.

    A week passed and I had heard nothing so I rang Drayton’s office. I was told that Mr Hallowtree was unavailable as he was out of the country but that a package had been dispatched to me and I should receive it in a day or so. Sure enough the package did arrive and in it were a DVD disc and a note. The note said that unfortunately the post had been filled and that my record would be kept on file in case another suitable opportunity arose. The DVD was a record of the interview process for my information. I put the disc into my computer and saw not only my session with Drayton but also Drayton slowly masturbating as he watched Conner and me performing on the screen of his laptop. To this day I cannot be sure whether the whole thing had been a set up as I never heard anything more from Drayton and was too embarrassed to ask. I put the DVD in the shredder and put the affair down to experience. I often look back on it and laugh; Connor was a very handsome guy and a good fuck, so maybe I was not so hard done by after all.



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    A most interesting story. If he'd kept the disk, just think of the leverage it might have provided for a position - sexual harassment IS illegal, afterall. And, who's to say how this could be interpreted by a court . . .

    Not to mention HOT, lol.


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    Shredded the DVD?

    I would have kept that puppy if not only for a pleasant reminder during my further/ "Golden" Years!

    I'm also guessing that since John didn't get the job, Drayton/Conner didn't forward that disc to the potential employer! (If there ever was one!)

    Or ... maybe they did!

    Please keep the stories cumming, Auto!

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    Thanks for the comments guys. I think that John's reasons for destroying the DVD is covered by him saying "To this day I cannot be sure whether the whole thing had been a setup as I never heard anything more from Drayton." None of us like to feel we had been made a fool of, but who knows?



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    Oh my god, Auto. That sounds just like an interview I did a few years ago...... I didn't get the position either, but enjoyed the interviewing process.......j/k I wish a few of my past interviews were as productive..... Great story. I hope there will be more to come.

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    /\ I have to admit that I had never had an interview like that but I did have a guy phone to say he was a headhunter and wanted to meet me. It never go that far as I was happy in the job I had at the time. The medical I had for that particular job was carried out by a rather odd doctor who did take more than a little interest in my penis, there being no reason why he should have touched it!



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    Chapter Fifteen

    The last guest had departed and Scott and George set about closing up the hotel for the winter. So few people came during the winter months it was not worth while staying open and in any event the two partners needed to get away for a holiday themselves after working throughout the summer months. It would be another week before they were off on a Caribbean cruise combined with a stopover in the Bahamas for a month. With most of the chores completed they sat down in front of a log fire after their dinner.

    ‘This is when I miss our guests the most,’ George said. ‘When we sit here and listen to their sexy stories.’

    ‘I am bound to agree,’ Scott replied. ‘However, I do sometimes wonder how many of them are true or just made up for our entertainment. Never the less we have seldom been disappointed and I have been recording them so that we can consider publishing them as a collection at some time in the future.

    ‘You crafty begger!’ George exclaimed. ‘I didn’t know you had been doing that.'

    ‘Just as well I did as there are one or two that you missed when you had to go and visit your brother when he was unwell.’

    ‘What are you waiting for then?’ George said. ‘Play back one now. I’ll pour us a couple of large Martinis and we can pretend we are listening to it live.’ Scott fetched his tape recorder and selected a tape from his collection. ‘This one should appeal to you. You didn’t meet Damon. He was a real nice guy, a little bit on the shy side but he told a good story.’ Scott placed the tape cassette in the recorder and pressed play. After a short spell Damon’s voice could be heard.

    ‘Well,’ he said. ‘I am not sure whether you mature guys want to hear about the experience of a high school student but this is a true story – something that happened to me a couple of months after my eighteenth birthday.

    I grew up in a small town that was miles from anywhere. The schools served a wide area of farmland and many of the kids were from the farming community. On the whole we were a pretty unsophisticated lot. My dad ran the local general store and my spare time was often spent helping out delivering orders or stacking shelves. Dad had played in a military band in his young days and he taught me how to play the trumpet. We had a teacher in school that encouraged those of us who could play an instrument to form a band. By the time that this story begins we had been playing together for a couple of years and although I say it myself we were pretty good. One day, Miss Bailey – she was the music teacher – announced that she had entered us into a school band competition.

    This caused a fair amount of excitement especially as it meant that for many of us it would be the first time we had been anywhere without our parents and also we were going to play in a hall in a large city, the like of which few of us had ever visited. The completion was to be held over a three day period and that meant we would be staying in a hotel for a couple of nights. Again, a new experience as I for one had never stayed in a hotel before.

    When we arrived we were allocated our rooms and I was to share with Jess, a boy of my own age who played drums in the band. We were very much alike and some people had even thought we were brothers. Jess’ father and mother owned a book store in town and we had known each other since grade school. Jess was far more outgoing than me and he liked to show off in front of the girls in school but he never seemed to date one, even though they seemed to vie for his attention. I was much more reserved and none of the girls seemed attracted to me. I was unconcerned about that as I had plenty to occupy my time without hanging around the local soda fountain where the kids went for Cokes, ice cream and snacks and generally socializing.

    The room Jess and I were to share was quite large and it had twin beds. There was a private bathroom a TV and something I had never seen before a large floor to ceiling mirror. We dropped our bags and decided which bed we should take. Jess opted for the one that was nearest to the mirror and he stood admiring himself in it.

    ‘Would you say I am good looking?’ he asked me. I was not prepared for such a question and had to think before answering. He turned and faced me and said, ‘Well do you?’

    ‘Do I what?’ I asked.

    ‘Think I am good looking?’ he repeated.

    ‘I guess so,’ I replied. ‘It’s not something ‘I have given that much thought to.’ He stepped closer to me and put his arms around me and the next thing I knew he was kissing me. It seemed strange but nice. I hadn’t been kissed for ages and then only by my mom when she said goodnight when I was little. I felt his tongue pressing my lips open and then our tongues were sliding over each other like two snakes. His hands were running up and down my body and up and under my polo shirt; he pulled it up and I lifted my arms as he drew it off over my head. He threw the shirt on the floor and pushed me back onto the bed. He was then on top of me, his crotch grinding into mine as he ran his hands up and down my naked torso. I felt his lips on my neck and his tongue exploring my chin and then running down my body. He circled his tongue around my nipples and then into the hollow of my navel. This was all new to me and I wondered how he had learned to do such things. We did not speak, I felt my throat grow dry as he began to unbuckle my belt and pull down my fly zipper.

    The action of his crotch on mine had made me semi-hard and he ran his tongue over the bulge that was growing in my undies. I could feel his warm breath on my stomach his tongue was licking my abdomen and then his thumbs were under the waist band of my briefs. He worked them over my erection and my cock flopped out onto my belly. He smiled up at me and then ran his tongue up my shaft. I shuddered involuntarily at this strange new sensation. I gasped and he took my cock into his mouth and sucked on it and running his tongue over and around my knob end.

    He pulled my briefs down further and started to suck on my balls. ‘My God,’ I thought, ‘what will he do next?’ With a swift movement he had my pants and briefs off altogether and he shoved up my legs so that my feet were waving in the air above my head. I then felt a soft wet object that could only be his tongue probing around my butt hole. I heard him spit and felt wetness on my hole and then a finger press its way inside me. My doctor had once done an internal examination in this way but this felt altogether different. It was pleasurable and my cock got all the harder. Jess worked his finger in and out of my ass and I could tell that I was giving less resistance all the time. He then pushed his cock against my hole. I relaxed and his knob slipped inside me followed in turn by the full length of his shaft.

    I could feel his balls slapping against my butt as he plunged in and out as I gasped and cried out not in pain but sheer delight. My virgin ass was being impaled in the most fantastic way. From my prone position I could watch Jess as he held my legs up and pumped my hole. He like me began to sweat and the look on his face was almost frightening as he concentrated all his being on fucking me. My cock felt as though it might burst it grew so hard and I spat on my hand and jerked it until I came in great spurts, some even reaching my face as well as slashing over my chest.

    ‘Oh fuck! Oh my God! I cuming!’ Jess shouted, as he pulled out from me and let his cum jet across my body. He lay on top of me and the mix of our ejaculations squelched between our sweaty bodies as he licked the drops of cum from my face and kissed me hard on the lips pushing the sperm onto my tongue so that we could share the salty taste of it. He fell off me and we lay side by side on the bed.

    ‘Sorry Damon,’ he said. ‘I got carried away. I hope that you are alright?’
    ‘Alright?’ I replied. ‘Man that was the most wonderful and exciting thing that has ever happened to me; where did you learn to do that?’

    ‘My cousin, he is a couple of years older than me and shares my bedroom when he comes to visit. He taught me. Are you gay or have I just fucked a straight guy?’

    ‘If you have to be gay to enjoy what you just did to me then yes I’m gay.’

    Suffice to say, we repeated the sex during our stay at the hotel and I was able to put into practice what I learned from Jess. My first time with him led to us being regular fuck buddies until we went off to separate colleges but I always look back on those sessions with Jess with a degree of nostalgia.’

    The recording came to an end and Scott turned off the player. He looked at George who smiled and said, ‘Wow that was quite something. You had better bring your collection of tapes on holiday with us just in case we get bored.

    ‘I have never known you to get bored where we are going,’ Scott laughed. ‘Come on it’s time for bed, we have an early start in the morning.
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    And an even earlier start that night!

    That was quite the erotic and exciting escapade.


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    That was a cool way to bring us another story, Auto. And a rather erotic one as well. Listening to and reading about the beginnings of young men's activity always tend to bring back wonderful memories of our own firsts. Let's hear more of the tapes Scott so competently recorded....

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    Chapter Sixteen

    This is yet another story that Scott had recorded for George to hear at a later date. The story teller on this occasion was a travelling salesman who had booked a room for two nights. A guy in his mid forties, tall with a smart appearance in his business suit was balding slightly and wore glasses to correct his distance vision. From all outward appearances he fell into that category of ‘straight looking/acting but his story was to show that he was at least bi-sexual or even a closet gay man.

    ‘So,’ said George, ‘who is this guy?’

    ‘He said his name was Bill and signed the registered as William Forbes with a home address in Jersey City. He was here on a sales trip. It seems that he represented a paint manufacturing company,’ Scott explained as he turned on the recorder.

    ‘Hi guys, I’m Bill and what I am about to tell you is a one off never to be repeated experience. I live in a commuter residential area just outside town and have been married for some twenty years. This incident happened five years ago. My wife Janice and next door neighbor Lynn had been planning a trip to the Big Apple for about a year. They were looking forward to doing some shopping and seeing a show on Broadway, staying overnight and returning next day. Like me, Joe, Lynn’s husband hated shopping with his wife and had no desire to go to the theatre. There was to be a big match on TV and we decided to watch it together at my place.

    I had kissed my wife goodbye, and passed the early part of the day doing some work in the yard. Later I showered and awaited Joe’s arrival. To my surprise, when he did arrive he was not alone. ‘I hope you won’t mind,’ he said. ‘This is Will, my nephew. I was wondering if you could put him up for the night.’

    He explained that Will was passing through on his way to visit with his grandparents and had asked to stay overnight. He knew that we had a spare room, there not being one in his house as the bedrooms other than his own were occupied by his teenage daughters. It occurred to me that he was not too happy with the thought of this eighteen year old handsome hunk loose under his roof overnight with his daughters being easy prey to a guy in his prime and hiked up on testosterone.

    ‘Sure, he is more than welcome to stay the night,’ I said if a little reluctantly. Will proved as enthusiastic about the football on the TV as Joe and me and with the beers we shared we were all in a happy mood. The game over we sat and chatted for a time and watched a film and time came for Joe to return home. We said goodnight and I showed Will the room he was to use and I went to bed in my own room. I heard Will go to the family bathroom and the shower run for quite some time as I sat up in bed reading a James Patterson thriller. I found the reading in bed helped my sleep but this book was a page turner and I read for longer than usual. The shower was turned off and sounds coming from the direction bathroom suggested that Will was returning to his room. But no, there was a tap on my door and his stuck his head around it.

    ‘I find it hard to sleep in a strange room,’ he said. ‘I hope I am not disturbing you?

    ‘No... I’m just reading...’ I replied hesitantly as I was unused to the sight of a male god-like figure wearing only a towel around his waist in my bedroom. He closed the door and walked over to the bed and sat on the side. ‘Ooops, sorry,’ he said. ‘I’d better get rid of this towel as it is a little damp.’ He stood and dropped the towel to the floor. ‘Do you mind?’ he asked as he lifted the duvet and slid into the bed alongside me.

    I found this rather intimidating as I always slept in the nude and to have a strange naked young man in my bed with me was odd to say the least. He proceeded to lift the duvet and look under it. ‘You are a fit looking guy,’ he said. ‘I have always been attracted to older men.’ I considered ‘older’ and slightly resented the implication. He was eighteen and I was thirty-eight at that time but I soon realized that he was not really suggesting I was old as such. I placed my book on the nightstand and after a moment’s pause asked Will if he wanted to sleep in my bed. He grinned and said ‘Well, if you’re offering, yes please!’

    I put the light out and snuggled down preparing to sleep on my side, my back toward Will. I felt him slide nearer to me and his arm go round my body as he spooned with me. ‘This is nice,’ he said. ‘Good night,’ I replied. I had never slept with a man in my bed before but the way he was clutching to me was making me feel horny as this was how Janice would cuddle up to me if she was looking for a little loving. His hand was slowly rubbing my belly and I was lost for anything to say other than ordering him out of the bed. Although that was an option I hesitated to use it as I was finding his presence quite pleasant. He wandering hand went lower and he whispered in my ear, ‘my we are really hard,’

    His hand was on my cock and the ‘we’ was true as I could now feel his erection pressing against my back. ‘Does your wife give you a blow job?’ he asked. I felt myself blush. That was something I had always desired but Janice was not one for oral sex. ‘I can give you one if you like,’ Will said seductively his lips so close to my ear that his hot breath was making me feel even hornier. I rolled onto my back by way of answering him and his head ducked under the duvet and I felt his mouth close over my erection.

    I told myself that I had to be dreaming, this could not be happening to me and I pinched my thigh expecting to wake up. But no; this was real I had a young hunk in my marriage bed sucking my cock! Suddenly, Will kicked off the duvet and I felt the cool night air rush over my body that otherwise was on fire. To my shame I was enjoying what Will was doing to me and what was even worse was the fact that I began to cum in his mouth. I was not prone to premature ejaculations but I came so quickly that I was shaking from head to foot.

    Will seemed undeterred by a mouthful of my juices and shifted so that he was sat astride my abdomen with his erection just a few short inches from my nose. I could see his hand jerking on his long uncut cock in the eerie light that filtered into the darkened bedroom from the street lamp outside my side window. A car drove by and the glow from its headlights tracked a path up the wall and across the ceiling spotlighting my assailant in its path. He looked amazing. I had always admired good looking guys, that was maybe why I was such a fan of sporting events but in looking at Will I could understand it when people said that someone looked good enough to eat.

    Without hesitation or any thought for what I was doing, I placed my hands firmly on Will’s butt and drew him still nearer to my face. Without being really conscious of what I was doing, I took his cock deep into my mouth and instinctively let my head rock back and forward as I sucked on the length of his shaft. The initial taste of it seemed sour and unpleasant but all of a sudden it was sweet and salty as warm pre-cum slicked over my tongue. With a small gagging reflex, I took him deeply into my throat. I was trembling violently with a sexual drive that I had seldom experienced in all the times I had made love to my wife. This was intense, natural yet so against my nature. Will’s cock lurched inside my mouth and with each throb I tasted hot jets of cum swilling around and over my tongue and teeth. Will pulled out and reaching behind me felt for my still raging cock. His hand shifted it so that as he sat back I felt my knob sliding into his butt hole.

    Will bobbed up and down on my cock, leant forward to kiss my lips before bobbing upright again to continue to ride my cock that was feeling hot and a little sore as his hole had such a tight grip on my, so unlike the sexual arousal I was accustomed to. Will continued in this way until he felt me shoot my second load that evening deep inside his ass.

    ‘Man! You’re good!’ Fucking good!’ he cried as he slid off my dick that had started to shrink and flop from his ass. He lay by my side and rubbed his hands over my stomach and chest before going down to caress my limp manhood and shrunken ball sack as my balls had been drawn up tight into my groin as a result of my massive ejaculations. Within seconds he had curled up by my side like a baby and gone to sleep. I lay there with my hands behind my head contemplating what had occurred. I had to admit to myself that I had enjoyed the experience and that it was something that I had fantasized about from time to time. I asked myself whether that meant I was gay but then I had to affirm that I enjoyed my sex life with my wife and that I found women attractive. So, I decided that maybe, just maybe I was bi-sexual. I must have fallen asleep after that mental appraisal of my sexuality for the next thing I heard was singing.

    At first, I thought I had left a radio on and then I remembered all that had happened the night before. The singing was coming from the bathroom. I got out of bed and went toward the source of the light tenor voice that was giving a good performance of a popular song against the sound of the water from the shower. Will had his back to me and was busy soaping himself as he sang. I crept back to the bedroom and put on a robe and went downstairs to make some coffee. Not long after Will came down and joined me. I was a little relieved to see that he was fully dressed but my relief was tinged with a degree of regret.

    ‘Hi! Have a good night?’ Will said as he greeted me with one of his sexy smiles. I was uncertain as to whether he was enquiring about my sleep or the sex we had enjoyed together. Anyhow, I answered ‘Yes.. Yes I did, thanks for asking.’

    ‘I hope you don’t mind but I need to make an early start if I am to get to my grandparent’s house before nightfall.’

    ‘No... No...’ I replied but you’ll want a coffee and maybe something to eat before you go?’

    ‘I’ve got to go and say goodbye to Uncle Joe so I’ll grab a bite there if that’s OK with you. I don’t want to put you to any trouble.’ So it was that he walked out the door and my life as I was not to see him again. Joe came round later to thank me for putting Will up for the night.

    ‘I lied to you when I said I was concerned for my daughters,’ Joe said apologetically, ‘He is a randy little devil and I know that had he stayed in my house he would have insisted on sleeping in my bed with me. He did once before and I had to fight him off. I knew that he would have to behave properly if he stayed with you.’

    I replied, ‘Oh... oh yes he behaved impeccably, I was sorry to see him go.’ Joe left still calling out his thanks on his way out. Me, I had to quickly put the bed clothes and extra towels in the washer. When Janice got home she questioned the fact that I had changed the bed.

    ‘Sorry dear,’ I said. ‘Spilt some coffee this morning and mopped it up with a couple of towels. Have a nice trip?’

    ‘I heaved a sigh of relief when my actions were forgotten and she told me all about the trip to New York and the things she had purchased there. Women are so easily made happy when they are let loose with the check book.’
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    How I would dearly love to have something like that happen to me. Or, that I would have the balls to do what Will did...lol I don't think I would have let the poor boy leave without something big to eat for breakfast though.... I wonder if that stirred some further testing of the waters for Bill? On with more taped stories, Auto.

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    Auto,
    A very enjoyable story, and one that rings close to an almost adventurous night of my youth.


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    Will can stay with me anytime he wants!

    Excellent 'Tail', Auto! I'm hoping for more tapes!!

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    Thanks again for the comments - I am pleased to see that you are still stopping off at this quaint gay hotel if only for the stories - what if you all came to stay and had a fun night together? That would be a tale worth the telling
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    Wouldn't it though?!


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    [b]Chapter Seventeen{/b]

    This was another of the stories that Scott had recorded in George’s absence. The story teller on this occasion was Neal Featherstone, a lone traveller of mature years enjoying his early retirement from business as he travelled around the country visiting places he had not seen before. Dinner over the assembled guests sat with their drinks to listen to his story.

    “I made my fortune as a young man. With a small loan from the bank I set up Featherstone Industries Inc., manufacturing computer hardware. By the time I was thirty I was worth millions and I enjoyed a lifestyle that the wealth supported. I had bought a Spanish style house that had been built for a movie star in the 1930’s and was possibly the only home owner in the Beverly Hills neighbourhood that was not involved in the motion picture industry. My money enabled me to overhaul the house and modernise the facilities and my proudest possession was a fine swim pool in the secluded back yard. I had a cook-housekeeper employed on a daily basis. I did not want staff staying overnight just in case I had ‘guests’ for more than food and drink, if you understand my meaning.

    My story is about something that happened one weekend after I had been away all week on a business trip. Maude, my cook had prepared an evening meal for me of cold cuts and salad and I envisioned sitting out in the warm evening air after eating by my pool with a glass or two of my favourite wine. I arrived home and drove my car into the garage and using the connecting door stepped into the house. The sun was still up and it was quite warm so I decided to drop my bag in the lobby and discard my jacket and tie and go straight out to the pool side with a cool drink. As I went out onto the patio I was suddenly aware of the sound of someone swimming in my pool. I set my drink on the patio table and walked over to the edge of the pool. Sure enough there was a stranger doing lengths. I waited for him to reach the end where I was standing. He could swim like a fish and I was quite impressed watching his bronzed back and arms as the cut waves on the surface of the blue water of the pool.

    He reached the end in front of me and as he was about to make a further turn, he must have seen my shadow on the water as he looked up and saw me looking down at him. I took a couple or so steps back and he pulled himself up onto the side. I saw that he was swimming in his underwear. A tight pair of white boxer briefs that apart from the front panel which was of a double layer of cotton fabric had become quite transparent in the water. He was a great looking guy with shoulder length blond hair, flattened to his head as it was wet. He sported a firm swimmer’s body and the front panel of his boxer brief although not transparent displayed a well defined bulge. His legs covered with a light down of golden hair shimmered in the late sunshine as droplets of water sparkled like rhinestones.

    ‘Who the hell are you?’ I demanded, ‘and what are you doing in my pool?’

    ‘The name’s Jason, I’m here to meet Miss Merton.’

    ‘Then you have the wrong house Clare Merton lives a few doors down the road.’

    ‘But this is 5312 isn’t it?’

    ‘Yes but she lives at 5321, you have the wrong house.’ I explained. He apologised and said that he had been given my house number in error and as there as no one at home, he thought it would be Ok if he took a swim, it being so warm, while he waited for Miss Merton to return.

    I should explain that Clare Merton was an aging one-time B- Movie film star who attracted young men to her home, a kind of ‘Friends of Dorothy’ scenario. Looking at my unexpected visitor, there was little doubt that he was a wannabe actor cum groupie that assembled at my notorious neighbour’s home. I began to understand how Jason had arrived in my pool although it was not clear why he had been given the incorrect house number. Maybe someone thought it would be funny to send him on a fool’s errand or perhaps his informant was dyslectic or merely mistaken. Whatever, I was in the presence of a very desirable looking, most probably gay, young man.

    ‘If its Clare Merton you are looking for, then I have some disappointing news for you,’ I said.

    ‘Oh, why should that be?’ he asked.

    ‘Clare has another home in Miami and that is where she is just now. She goes there for two months every year and she left only three days ago, so won’t be back for several weeks.’

    ‘You are sure about that?’ Jason asked.

    ‘Certainly; I am to visit there with her in two weeks time.’ I replied.

    ‘Then I am in a predicament,’ Jason said. ‘I had my money and credit cards stolen during my trip here and I have no where to stay and no money until I can get to the bank on Monday morning to sort things out.’

    I cast my eyes over the handsome figure that stood before me and considered my options. What if Jason was gay – he could make my weekend one to remember or not. I decided...

    ‘You can always stay here, I have plenty of room and I would be glad of your company as I shall be on my own for the duration of the weekend.’ He considered my offer and nodded his acceptance gratefully.

    ‘You had better get out of those wet things and have a towel to dry yourself,’ I said. ‘Wait there and I’ll fetch one.’ When I returned with the towel, he had followed my suggestion that he should get out of his wet undies and he was sat naked on the side of the pool dangling his feet in the water. I held out the towel and he got up onto his feet giving me a fine view of his tight ass in doing so. He took the towel and unabashed proceeded to dry the last of the water from his tanned body. I sat with my thus far untouched no longer cool drink to admire the view.

    ‘You like what you see?’ he asked. I nodded my approval. He stepped over to me and threw the towel onto the chair on the opposite side of the table. His uncut cock was at my eye level and I resist no longer. Reaching up I took it in my hand and gently jerked on it. I could feel the warm flow of blood bringing on an erection that was to truly impress with it strength, length, girth and banana like upward thrust. It became difficult for me to try and felate him from a sitting position so I got him to squat on the edge of the table and I got on my knees on the chair cushion I placed on the floor to perfect the height I needed to take his shaft into my mouth. He placed a hand on my head, guiding me as I sucked and licked his amazing cock.

    I did not exactly live a celibate life but my sexual encounters were few and far between. The way that this handsome hunk had come on to me had set my pulse racing and I was feeling as horny as I had in my youth. I undid the buttons on my shirt and tugged the tail free of my pants. The light breeze that had sprung up caused it to flap and the light touch of the cotton fabric as it brushed against my skin added to the thrill of the moment.

    ‘Enough,’ he said. ‘I don’t want to cum just yet but I would like to feel our cock in me.’ He lay back on the table, his head dangling over the further side. His erect cock lay on his belly and his legs were spread. I stood between them and dropped my pants. With some difficulty I freed my erection from my underwear and used the copious amounts of pre-cum I was generating to lubricate his ass hole. Some spittle on my cock gave it the final amount of lubrication needed to enable me to make a slow but firm penetration into his hungry butt.

    ‘Are you OK with that?’ I asked, not wanting to cause him any undue discomfort.

    ‘Yes... Oh yes!’ he replied and I could feel him working the muscles of his ass to increase our mutual pleasure. Of all the bottoms I had enjoyed in my limited sexual forays in the past this one was the most able and accommodating. He was tight and the grip on my cock was unbelievably stimulating. I held his legs up and pumped slowly in and out as he groaned verbal encouragement. He grabbed hold of his cock and jerked on it until he came, shooting hot jets of cum over his belly, chest and chin.

    I was near to a climax myself, I pulled out and jerked a couple of times before my own jizz pooled on his body. He sat up and kissed me passionately as I pulled off my shirt and struggled from my pants and underwear that had settled at my feet. Together we made our way over to the pool and jumped into the water where we swam and came together in a variety of holds and clinches like courting sea creatures. He came up behind me and pressing me against the side of the pool he slid his lengthy cock deep inside my butt and fucked me with all the enthusiasm of a buck rabbit.

    When eventually we had dried ourselves off and settled down to share the meal that had been left for me, I asked him how he felt, me being so much older than he was.

    ‘I prefer a mature partner,’ he replied. ‘They are more considerate and appreciative than a young colt who is merely up for a quick fuck only to pass on to another partner without as much as a thank you.’

    ‘Surely, you’re something of a young colt yourself?’ I replied. ‘You have every advantage of youth, good looks and opportunity.’

    ‘My advantages give me the opportunity to please men like you,’ he replied. ‘I am sure that you appreciate what we have done together far more than some twink who can just rollover and take the next cock up his ass.’

    It was then that I took the hint. Jason was asking in a discreet way for a ‘donation’ from me and I was more than happy to put a few dollars in his pocket. By the time our weekend together had come to an end he had proved to be worthy of his hire!’
    Last edited by Autolycus; October 17th, 2012 at 02:24 AM.



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    Excellent 'tail', Auto!

    I'm thinking of grabbing a shovel, and start digging a pool!

    Keep smilin'!!
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    I have searched and searched my backyard, but alas, I have no pool to entice some young virile colt to practice his swimming. Maybe if I were to put on a few more years and obtain a few more dollars I could attract one. It's certainly worth a try......... Thanks, Auto!

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    Hey, Chaz, got a spare shovel? We can share!

    Great interlude, Auto.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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