Sex in the Sky

I love to receive blowjobs. I had fucked a lot of women and received numerous blowjobs from them. But I had always heard that men could give the best blowjobs. This led to a daydream I thought would never come true - receiving a blowjob from a man just to see if this was true.

I was afraid to advertise on the web or gay message boards because someone I knew might see my ad. If this got back to my boss I would lose my job. This held true for the porno shops too. I could not risk going into the gay section. So I bought a gay movie and took it home. I would watch it and fantasize about the hot blowjobs I saw on the video. I had all most given up on my fantasy coming true but all of this changed the day my VCR broke down.

I was searching the ads to find the best deal on a new VCR when I ran across a promising ad for a used VCR and camera. I called the number listed in the ad and talked to a man, named Bob, who owned the VCR and camera. He said the reason he was selling was that he was buying some more up to date video equipment. He further offered to bring the VCR and camera over and hook them up and let me try them. After some more talk I readily agreed and told Bob to bring them over.

I was still dressed in my ‘home’ uniform, open sleeveless shirt, loose-fitting jogger shorts, no underwear and bare footed. Since I was not going to have to go out, I saw no reason to change. When I opened the door, I saw indeed, I was not the only one who liked to dress casual.

Bob was dressed in sandals, short sleeve shirt, open at the top three buttons, and he too had on loose-fitting jogger shorts. He was a good-looking man about 30. His blond hair was about shoulder length. He was clean shaven and of medium size. I greeted him and led him into the den where my large screen TV and broken VCR was.

Before I could have ever got one cable loose, he had the ‘new’ VCR and even the camera hooked up. He asked me to move closer so he could show me how to operate the equipment. Standing close and to the side of me, he picked up a tape lying beside the TV and popped it into the VCR. He then showed me how to start the video running with the camera. He then flipped the camera off and the video on.

As the video started I realized he had picked up my one and only gay video. I was paralyzed with fear and embarrassment. The video started but was off frame. Bob reached in front of me to adjust the tracking. When the picture came on it was my favorite one. It showed a man and woman taking turns sucking a big dick. As embarrassed as I was, I was to be embarrassed even more by my dick, which was starting to get hard.

When Bob leaned back to look at the picture, this caused his arm to press against my shameless dick. Instead of pulling his arm away, when he saw what was playing he seemed to press harder which made my cock get even harder. To help me get over my embarrassment, Bob assured me he liked this kind of movie too. Smiling at me he stated, “Damn what a cock! Boy that other guy sure knows how to suck cock. Let’s watch.”

Then Bob slid his arm and hand back across my shorts. Here more embarrassment awaited me. Because I had no underwear on, my rock hard cock was tenting the leg of my shorts and making a wet spot there. I felt my cock smearing pre-cum on his arm. But this did not embarrass Bob, when his hand reached my cock he sort of paused there with his hand loosely on my cock.

“WOW!” Bob exclaimed, “That guy has nothing on you, Dave. You sure have one fine piece of meat too.”

I was flabbergasted, I didn’t know what to say or do. When I didn’t resist or pull my cock away, Bob tightened his hand on my by now throbbing man-hood. “Uggg” was all I could mutter as my cock with a mind of its own pushed back at his hand.

As he started to gently stroke my cock, he whispered, “Let’s get this big boy out in the open. Not waiting for an answer or letting go of my hard cock, he slipped my unbuttoned shirt off and then kneeling in front of me, he slid my shorts off revealing my 7+-inch cock.

Without another word he slipped his hot, wet, mouth over my cock head and after giving me some sucks like I had never felt before, he skillfully deep-throated my cock till his nose was pressed in my pubic hair. I was speechless - never had anyone ever deep-throated me - nor had I ever felt anything as wet and hot as his mouth. All I could do was poke my cock at him, moan, and run my fingers through his long hair. I was hooked and he knew it.

After a few more hot sucks and deep throating me a few more times he pulled his hot mouth off my cock. He quickly stood up and quick as a blink shed his shirt and shorts too. He was completely naked under his shorts and his hard 9″ cock stood straight up. But that was not all. Bob was completely hairless on all his body except for one small tuff just above his lovely cock.

At the sight of his hairless body and big cock, my cock jumped and even grew harder. I could not believe it, here I stood in my own home, in broad daylight, completely naked in front of a naked stranger and I was having a sexual reaction to seeing his cock. This was first time I had ever been naked in front of a man, much less a naked man that had kissed and sucked on my cock. But even more, baffling, I was becoming extremely sexually aroused just looking at the hard cock pointing straight at me; as a matter of fact, I was more aroused than I had been for a long time.

Bob then stood up and put his arms around me and pulled me close. He slid his hands down my back to my ass cheeks and pulling on my ass ground his big cock against my stomach. I can never explain the erotic thrill I felt as I felt his naked man body pressed against mine. I was tingling with sexual cravings never before known to me. His hard cock pressing tight against my man-hood was a wild and completely new experience to me. It raised me to new and sensual heights I never dreamed existed. I was completely over come my all these new wonderful sexual feelings garnered from feeling Bob”s hard cock pressing against my naked body.

He then slid one hand back up my back and behind my head. He then pressed his lips against mine. When I did not respond Bob pulled back and looked at me quizzically.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I…er..I nev…I have never done this….” I said my voice trailing off with embarrassment.

“Never kissed a man…or never been with a man?” Bob asked bewildered. “But what about that movie?”

“I…er…that er was…er is my fantasy,” I replied with embarrassment. “I fantasize about getting a man blow-job,” I blurted out even more embarrassed.

“Want me to make your fantasy come true?” he gently asked, smiling at me and still holding my body pressed tight against his.

“Pl…please…” I murmured, scared but yet excited that at last my fantasy was going to come true I was going to get my cock sucked by a man. Boy - did I ever!

“Let’s do this right,” Bob said as he led me over and laid me on top of my large armless couch. He then kneeled between my legs and started kissing and licking my cock till it was standing straight up and harder than it had ever been.

“Just a minute,” said Bob, pulling his mouth off my throbbing dick. “Let’s record this.”

Bob then went over to his stuff selected a blank tape and plugged it into the VCR. He then put the camera on a tripod and aimed it at me. I looked at the TV screen and what I saw amazed me.

There I lay like a whore in heat with my cock pointing straight up. When Bob zoomed in on it I could even see the pre-cum leaking out the head of my cock and running down the shaft and into my cock hair.

I had never experienced anything like this. All I could do was grin like a cock slut and say, “Damn,” over and over as I saw myself on the screen.

Bob then set the camera on automatic and kneeled between my legs and started to work on my drooling dick. He rubbed my cock all over his face and then he started licking my cock. He licked the pre-cum off the shaft and off my balls. Bob kissed his way back up my shaft and then slipped his mouth over my cock head. Holding my cock head in his mouth he began to swirl his tongue around the rim of my cock head paying especial attention to the underside.

All the time I was moaning with uncontrolled passion. “OH suck it! OH FUCK! That feels so goooood! Ohhhhh yesss. YES!!” I screamed completely out of control.

Bob’s mouth was lifting me to heights of sex I never knew existed. Bob later explained there were bow-jobs, and then there was COCKSUCKING! Cocksucking at its very best was what I was now receiving from his skilled lips and mouth.

Bob used some of the saliva and pre-cum to lube his fingers. He then eased one finger gently into my ass. I was so high on sex I hardly felt it as he pushed that first finger in me (I had had a woman do this to me before). After a little bit my ass relaxed even more.

He then fucked his finger in and out my ass as his mouth fucked down on my lust-swollen cock. The feeling of having my cock encased in his sucking mouth and throat as he finger fucked my ass set my sexual emotions on fire and caused me to beg for more.

“OH SUCK ME!!!! OH DO MY ASS!!! MORE!! MORE PLEASE!! OH FUCK!! DON”T STOP…PLEASE DON”T STOP!” I begged over and over like the sex slut I was becoming.

Spurred on by my begging, Bob really rammed my ass with his finger as he alternated between deep-throating me and sucking on the head of cock. When he “rubbed” my prostate gland my cum began to boil out of my ball sac and up the stem of my dick.

OF FUCK!!!” I screamed. “SUCK ME! ohhhh fuckkk here it comes. OH shit suck me dry…eat me. NOWWWWWW!”

I shot load after load of cum into Bob’s lovely cocksucking mouth till I was completely spent. Never had I ever cum as hard or as much as I did then. It was like no cum I had ever had – it was the record cum of all times.

Bob licked me clean and then licked his way up my body till he was lying completely on top of me. I could feel his hard pre-cum leaking cock pressed next to my stomach. Bob then once again put his lips on mine. This time I welcomed his kiss. I opened my lips and received my first man kiss. His lips were so soft and tender as he kissed me. I could taste the aftermath of my cum on his lips. It was a little tangy and salty but still lost in the throes of desire I never really thought much about it.

As I opened my mouth to receive his kiss, he slipped his tongue between my waiting lips. Damn could he kiss. His tongue entwined with mine in a passionate kiss I will never forget. I gratefully returned the kiss to those sweet lips that had given me my first man COCKSUCKING.

After we had kissed and caressed for a few minuets, Bob rolled off me and asked, “Well, how was your first? Do you see the difference between just a blow job and a real cocksucking?”

“Oh Bob, I never knew anything could feel so wonderful. Man! you drained me…no more blow jobs for me…just real man cocksucking!” I replied looking at his puffy lips and marveling at the erotic joy they had just given me.

“This really was your first time, wasn’t it?” Bob asked.

“Yes….” I murmured. And then out of the blue I asked a question I had never even thought about before. “Bob…I er…may I uh…Bob may I touch your cock?”

I had never touched a man’s cock before nor ever thought I would want to. But now I was really curious and wanted to touch his just to see what another man”s cock felt like. Also, not being a selfish lover, I was sort of thinking about maybe giving him a hand job to ‘pay’ for the wonderful cocksucking he had given me.

I thought he might laugh at my request, but instead he answered, “Of course Dave. I would love for you to touch my cock.”

I timidly reached down and took hold of the first ever cock I had ever touched besides mine. It was sort of skin soft and bone hard all at the same time. Bob’s cock was hot to my touch and almost scared me the way it jumped in my hand.

“WOW!” was all I could say at this new experience of feeling another man’s dick in my hand, plus it felt natural holding his throbbing cock in my hand. The first “buds” of cock love were blossoming.

“Yes!” sighed Bob as I started kissing my way down his smooth body as naturally as if I had done it many times. When I reached his nipples I gasped at the size of them. They were about as big around as a grade school pencil and stuck out about haft-inch. I love big nipples and I really went to work on his.

Bob began thrashing about and moaning as I bit and pulled on his nipples. “Oh fuck, Dave…suck them hard…bite them,” he begged pushing his nipples up at me.

I knew this was turning him on and getting him hot because I could feel his pre-cum running down his big cock and over my hand. In times pass this would have been repugnant to me, but now it was exciting to know I was able to arouse him and this in turn was stimulating to me, causing me to really get into making love to his body.

After I had sucked his nipples some more I continued licking and kissing my way down his chest and stomach. I licked and kissed to the tuff of hair over his hard cock. I then spread his legs and without even a second thought, I succumbed to my newfound lust and kissed my way down beside his cock and balls.

Bob was really moaning now, “Oh, OH YES DAVE! Oh you got me so hottt. So fucking hot. OH STROKE THAT COCK!”

Bob’s sexy begging and pleading spurred me on with more boldness than I ever dreamed I had. I then gently for the first time touched and lifted another man’s ball sac. It was hairless, large and sort of sexy soft. As I held his cum filled sac in one hand and his big cock in my other hand, I was amazed at how beautiful they were and how big a thrill I was getting from touching them.

Without even thinking, I reached out and kissed my first set of balls. I then gently licked them and kissed them all over. Bob was beside himself with lust. I then pulled back and looked at the lovely man cock I held in my other hand. Its cum drooling head was bell shaped with a piss slit on top that was drooling cum all over his shaft and my hand. His shaft was long and about as big around as a half-dollar.

I had saw pictures of cocks before, but none were as beautiful as this lovely man cock I now held in my hand. I gently released his ball sac and took his cock in both my hands. To my surprise, there was still a whole lot of cock still sticking out my hands. This was one big beautiful cock. I had never before experienced the erotic sexual heights I was now climbing as I held on to this my first real man’s love tool. I knew one thing though; this would not be the last time I held a hard cock in my hand.

Turned on by a new sexual passion that completely controlled me, I leaned over and began to rub this beautiful cock head all over my face. Sexual fire shot through me as I felt wet cock pre-cum on my face for the first time. I knew then I wanted to kiss and make love to this throbbing man meat like I had never made love to any thing before.

I started by licking all around the shaft exposed above my hands. I then began licking around the rim of his beautiful cock head. I was becoming intoxicated on my first tastes of pre-cum. I began licking it up like a cat lapping up milk.

Bob reached down and touched my head,” You don’t have to,” he murmured.

Briefly pulling my lips away from his glistening love pole, I replied, “I want to…I need to…Oh fuck Bob, I have never been so fucking hot as I am loving your wonderful cock!” I exclaimed, returning to kiss and lick the first cock I had ever held besides mine.

Gone now was any idea of a ‘hand-job,’ I knew without a doubt I wanted that lovely cock in my mouth. I wanted to suck cock; I wanted taste for the first time cock milk. With my sexual hormones boiling, I quickly went to work on Bob’s cock like the cock slut I was fast becoming. I wanted to suck cock – I wanted to be a real cocksucker.

I tried to stick my tongue in his cum leaking piss slit. Then after licking all the pre-cum off his cock head, I slid my lips over their very fist cock. I was beside my self - never had I felt anything as wonderful as the joy of having my mouth spread and lips locked around their very first big cock.

Because I was now on my knees between Bob’s legs, I had a good angle to suck on his cock. And suck I did! I would run my tongue around the head and then clamp down on it with my lips. Then slowly but surely, I began to work more and more of this large fuck stick into my mouth. When Bob’s big cock hit the back of my mouth, I changed my angle and soon had swallowed his cock till my lips were touching my hands.

Al Bob could do was moan over and over, “Oh fuck Dave! OH FUCK DAVE!! Suck that cock…yesss!!!”

Spurred on by his encouragement, I removed one of my hands and started to push my throat down on his cock. At first my throat spasmed. But Bob told me to breath slow and easy through my nose. He then fed me his hot cock a little at a time. As I paused and started breathing through my nose, I happened to glance at the TV.

“Damn” I could not believe it, there I was, my face was flushed with raw lust and my mouth was full of Bob’s large cock. What a turn on, so aroused did I become seeing myself being face fucked by a big nine inch cock that my throat relaxed and after taking a little more on each down strok, Bob’s cock slid completely down my throat.

Never had I felt such sexual fulfillment as I did having my throat full of its first man cock. My throat was no longer a virgin - a big nine-inch cock had lovingly taken my throat virginity away. I had deep-throated my very first cock. Such a sexual thrill was it that I felt my cock leap hard again and drip pre-cum on my legs. I knew then, I had not only had my fantasy about getting my cock sucked by a man cum true, but I had also discovered that sucking a cock is just as wonderful – maybe even more. Yes I had found true happiness - sucking COCKS!

I then applied all I had learned from Bob sucking my dick, and started to give his big cock the cocksucking it deserved. I would rotate from kissing and licking and sucking the head to deep-throating his lovely hunk of man’s love pole. I knew next I wanted to feel and taste my first load of cum.

With this idea in mind, I really went to work on his lovely cum giver. I only regretted I could not deep-throat his cock and suck cum out of its head at the same time. But by accident I discovered I could give this feeling to Bob.

I had had my hands tucked under Bob’s hot ass as I sucked and swallowed his cock. I pulled my hands from under his ass and rubbed the hot pre-cum that was flowing from my dick onto my hands. Then wanting to really work on Bob’s cock I again grabbed it with both hands and clamped my lips down on his cock head all at the same time.

Bob went wild. He said my warm cum covered hands clasped tightly around his cock made it feel like it was encased in my throat. That, coupled with my lips clamped tight around his cock head, gave the sensation of being deep-throated and having his cock head sucked all at the same time.

“Oh yes…do it Dave. Ohhhhh suck me dry…drink my cum. OH YES!! Suck that cock…NOWWWW!!!” he screamed as he pumped his hot load of cum into my virgin mouth.

For the first time I felt a man’s hot cum fill my mouth. With one giant shot of cum, Bob’s large cum shooting cock took away my mouth’s virginity forever and made me a cum lover forever. I was so savoring my first taste of cum that I almost forgot to swallow. Bob’s next discharge of man nectar filled by mouth full. I readily swallowed my first cum. I then pushed my mouth down on his spewing cock and his next couple spurts went straight down my cock loving throat to my cum craving stomach.

Drinking my first cum I was in a different world, the erotic world of cocks and cum. I couldn’t get enough cock cum. I sucked on his love pole till it was done shooting cum and had lost some of it firmness.

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Or even less naïve than he still was today!

He was still irritated that he had let Ant pull that stuff with him back at the boat. In truth he had not been geared up for an argument. It would have been good to just be able to talk to Ant normally. Maybe Ant would have been able to help him get his head straight again after the bizarre events of this morning. He had been prepared to have to soothe the older man’s ruffled feathers over the amount of time he spent on Paddy’s yacht, but finding Thierry still in his bed had been the last straw. Maybe it was just the kind of thing that went on around here, but if that was so then why the hell was Ant so uptight about him screwing Paddy MacNamara? Instead of sorting things out and calming himself down he was even more confused now.

“Are you okay?” Phil asked as they walked and Rayne looked at him with a little start.

“Uh… yeah, I was just thinking,” he murmured, shaking the tumble of wind-blown hair out of his eyes.

“You’re pretty quiet today,” Phil said, squeezing his hand tighter. “I just wondered if something was wrong. If you don’t want to do this, I’ll understand.”

Rayne managed a smile and shook his head.

“It’s nothing. I was just feeling a bit… out of step, I guess.”

Phil smiled back at him almost adoringly.

“You grew up near the sea, didn’t you?” he said, demonstrating that he paid perfect attention to just about everything Rayne told him. That in itself was a disquieting thought.

“Yeah,” he acknowledged, glancing away again, watching the shimmer of the sunlight on the Mediterranean. “It wasn’t much like this though.”

“What ‘are’ you thinking about?” Phil wanted to know.

Rayne was currently thinking that he did not want Phil to be inside his head to the degree that Phil plainly needed to be right now. That was just another level of confusion. He liked Phil well enough and the blond lad was a good, uncomplicated fuck but Rayne now worried that maybe Phil was mentally taking things forward a bit too fast. He bit his tongue and shook his head.

“Nothing much.”

“You can talk to me,” Phil coaxed. “I’m not gonna go telling tales, am I?”

“There’s nothing to say,” Rayne answered, taking a long breath and shaking his head again. “I’m just mulling stuff over, Phil. Can’t I be quiet without there being a problem? Jesus!”

They were further along the beach by now and the happy families had given way to smaller groups, couples and singles, mostly adult. These were serious sun-worshippers, dedicated to the development of their tans, often to the extent that they worked in teams to oil one another up and compare skin tones. The bias was definitely straight and Rayne detached his hand from Phil’s without another word, although he kept pace with the blond boy.

“Are you ashamed of me?” his companion asked at once. “‘They’ don’t care, you know!”

“I do,” Rayne said, then wished he had kept his mouth shut.

“So I’m okay for you to bone in private but you’re not up for being seen in public with me?” Phil hissed back at him instantly. “Cheers Rayne!”

“Christ almighty! Will you let this go?” Rayne snapped at him, stopping in his tracks. “I’m fucking ‘here’! I’m playing your bloody game, so stop giving me shit about it, will you? You’re as bad as the rest of them!”

To his dismay, Phil’s eyes teared up like a child’s and he turned away at once, without a word. Rayne shook his head as the young man marched away from him, storming grimly down the shoreline with his hands clenched into small, furious fists. He swore softly under his breath and set off after Phil at once. In this sort of mood, if he was still going where Rayne thought he was headed, he could get himself into any sort of trouble.

The further along the beach they walked the more the demographic altered from the straight male/female mix. Gradually Rayne became conscious that there were far more men than women down at this distant end of the strand. The apartment blocks and bars beyond the beach gave way to low rolling sand dunes and short, scrubby trees and bushes. Phil was still walking just ahead of him. Rayne was determined not to run after the other man but Phil was a little taller and had a slightly longer stride. He was deliberately making it harder for Rayne to casually draw level and prevent him making a complete fool of himself.

Not only were there more men down here but Rayne was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was getting checked out as he marched down the shoreline. He was trying not to break into a trot but painfully attuned to the fact that he was not gaining on Phil by so much as a yard. He was ready to curse the young man to a fiery end by now. For the last few days he had spent his time as the sexual focus of other men’s attention but that had been in front of the cameras and this was something else entirely. Now Rayne slowed his stride as he realised that more than one pair of eyes was tracking his anxious progress down the beach.

“Shit!” he hissed through clenched teeth.

Up ahead, Phil swung to his left and began to march determinedly up the beach, moving away from the sea. Rayne let his pace slow and gradually came to a halt, reluctant to follow him. He had already seen how the eyes of certain beach loungers followed the slender blond’s progress across the sands. More than one guy moved casually to his feet and began to follow him slowly.

“Oh Jesus F Christ!” Rayne exhaled, shaking his head. “Philip… don’t do this to me!”

Not every pair of eyes followed Phil however. Rayne took several steps back into the water as he realised that quite a few of the basking sharks were still observing him with proprietary interest. He retreated into the water, shuddering at the lick of the cool, green waves around his hips and thighs as he planned the best course of assault. Not everyone was watching him but he was aware already of more than three or four predators, mostly on the sands but one in the water checking him out with a rakish smile.

Clenching his teeth, he moved deeper for the time being, hoping to distract the paddling pest by pretending absolute disinterest. The seabed helped and hindered him in this endeavour as it rose and fell without warning and he suddenly found himself on a sandbank, separated from the beach by a narrow channel of water but only submerged as far as his knees. Phil had vanished by this time and Rayne was drawn to his friend’s vulnerability when he noted that a number of the beach sharks had shifted away from the sea towards the dunes like a swarm of ants.

“God help me!” he muttered to himself as he pushed back towards the shoreline, ignoring the suggestive glances of the men around him. It felt as though the water was trying to pull him back in but he fought free and stumbled back onto the hot, shifting sands like a new life-form discovering land for the first time.

By the time he reached the highest lip of the sand dunes there was a large crowd of men assembled at the ridge already and he felt sick to his stomach. Phil’s words from earlier in the day were ringing in his ears and he felt people move aside as he scrambled up to join them. Rayne did not have to look at his fellow voyeurs to know that he was the object of a good deal of attention. The musky smell told him that plenty of them were already masturbating. He knew the scent of fresh cum well enough. Now when he looked sidelong the glances that met his were furtive and wary. Rayne understood what they were thinking without having to ask or look too closely. There was no sign of Phil.

Rayne pushed through the throng and ignored the comments in an array of tongues. He did not understand the words but he had a good enough idea of what they were saying. As he moved to the front of the huddle, he found himself on the edge of a hollow in the sand dunes. Beneath him in the dip two naked men were roughly entwined in a bucking, thrusting mesh of limbs. Neither man was Phil, to his relief. He pulled away from the scene, suddenly scanning the faces of his fellow observers. Maybe Phil had lost his nerve on reaching this bristling wall of masculine urgency. Maybe he was also still hovering somewhere, waiting for the chance to withdraw.

Someone touched the back of his neck and Rayne jerked away from him violently, radiating hostility. He lost his footing and went down in the shifting sand, tumbling head over heels into a deep defile in the sand. As he wrestled his way to his feet he found the object of his search. Phil was on his hands and knees at the bottom of the dip, a tall, hirsute blond man crouched behind him gripping his lean hips tightly in both hands, bucking hard against him as he pushed himself deeper.

“Awww Christ!” Rayne exhaled tumbling backwards and shaking sand out of his hair. “Phil… No! Don’t do this!”

As he sprawled in the heat and dust he saw Phil’s blue eyes open and meet his own, very wide and knowing. Phil lifted a hand and beckoned him closer, wordlessly. Rayne obeyed without even understanding what drew him. There was something in that look that transcended sanity but he came to Phil all the same. When Phil’s hand reached for his cock and stroked and pulled on it until it was close enough to put in his mouth, Rayne closed his eyes and ran his own hands down through the spill of his friend’s soft blond curls. He clung to that silken contact as Phil sucked and licked on him greedily, feeling his balls tighten and the heat of the sun beating down on his head.

Distantly he was conscious of the throng that hung around them, watching them get it on, but at the same time he was able to shrug them off. The eager murmur of voices faded in his ears as he pushed himself deeper into Phil’s mouth, for the second time that day. He could hear the blond lad grunting with pleasure as he was taken in both ends but he could not open his eyes and watch. If he looked the reality would spill in and destroy the moment of pure pleasure. Like this he could shut out the crowd that had gathered around their natural amphitheatre, once he opened his eyes the reality would be inescapable. It was like being a Christian thrown to the lions. He could almost taste the eagerness of the watchers; their desire to see something taboo; to watch another living creature submit to their own furtive desires.

The hairy guy began to grunt like a pig as he neared his orgasm and Phil made a little moaning noise as his thrusts quickened. Rayne’s fingers tightened in his hair, as if by holding him fast he could somehow prevent anyone else from joining in with his friend’s humiliation. He kept his eyes closed and rocked his smooth, sun-tanned abdomen and groin slowly against Phil’s face, concentrating on the feel of the young man’s hot mouth, sucking greedily on his cock. Phil’s soft lips were warm and wet around his shaft and whenever he groaned the sound sent little vibrations of pleasure up into Rayne’s crotch. Gently, Rayne caressed the back of his neck where his short blond hair was sweat damp and plastered to his skin. He sighed reverently as his partner’s skilful tongue worked the underside of his long shaft, flickering back and forth from his balls to his crown. Then Phil engulfed him and nodded down greedily on his erection once more.

Rayne Wilde rocked against him with a more urgent groan, throwing his head back so that the sunlight kissed his face. He kept his eyes closed tightly, seeing golden sunbursts through the delicate skin of the lids as his fingers tightened in the blond’s curls. Phil’s ass-fuck buddy made a strangling noise and muttered something that might have been approval, though Rayne was not sure. Phil began to make muffled yelping sounds that quivered into his groin. Eagerly, Rayne bucked harder, relishing the tight heat of his lover’s throat around his cock head. Much more of this and he was going to shoot without even getting up Phil’s arse.

When he lowered his head and his eyes opened he realised why Phil was yelping. A thickset, bald guy with a grey-furred torso and belly had replaced the blond behind him. He had one of the broadest cocks Rayne had ever seen outside a porn movie set and he was currently forcing said rubber-clad member into Phil’s arsehole. The crowd around their hollow made low, encouraging noises like a playground rabble exhorting two combatants to fight, but anxious that they might be overheard and have their fun cut short by the arrival of the headmaster.

“Are you okay?” he asked his friend quietly.

Phil looked up at him with wide eyes but he nodded eagerly.

“Big!” he said with his mouth full, rather unnecessarily.

“Uh-huh,” Rayne confirmed, still stroking his hair and trying not to pulse too rapidly. He was worried about what would happen to Phil once he came. Already more than a couple of guys had edged closer and he could see they were wondering if they would get a turn.

“I don’t like this,” he said neutrally. “It feels dangerous and it’s not doing it for me, Phil. I mean… you are, obviously, but…” Rayne shrugged, unable to articulate his anxiety adequately enough.

The blond knelt up so that he could stroke Rayne’s cock with his tongue and hands. His new friend shuffled closer on his knees and bucked harder against Phil’s sun-bronzed arse as he huffed; “I didn’t think there would be so many of them. It’s got busier since I last came down here.”

“Will they let us go when we want to, d’you reckon?” Rayne asked him in a low voice, glancing around nervously at the watchers.

“Dunno. Probably.” Phil sounded as if he was trying to convince himself. He reached down, pulling on his cock one-handed as his new mate fucked him vigorously and came with a grunt of satisfaction.

When the thickset man pulled slowly out of him, Rayne also took a step back and drew Phil to his feet, towing him closer. Two more men moved towards them at once but Rayne shook his head seriously.

“Enough!” he said in a sharp, slightly nervous voice. “No more!”

“You only just begin?” the bald man who had just fucked Phil told him, shaking his head. “You take it in the ass also?”

“No.” Rayne held his stare defiantly.

“You suck, then?” That was a tall fellow with a long, rust coloured beard and braids in his nipple-length hair. He was stroking a long, crooked looking cock in one hand and watching them speculatively from the edge of the hollow.

“No,” Rayne said again. He pointed at Phil. “I’ll suck and fuck him, but no one else.”

Phil put both arms around his neck and nuzzled him hungrily.

“Yeah!” he growled like a baby tiger. “Fuck me, Rayne! Fuck me hard and make them watch.”

“Headcase!” Rayne murmured to him, a small, uneasy smile pulling at his lips all the same. “Don’t get down, I think we might have to run for it.”

Phil moved towards the edge of the hollow and leaned against the steep sandbank, offering his pert arse with a little grin. His nose and bum cheeks glittered with sweat and Rayne followed at once, stroking a warm hand over his backside and down one slim, golden thigh.

“Give it to me!” Phil teased, wriggling his buttocks seductively from side to side.

“I’ve no rubbers,” Rayne warned him.

“I don’t care. You’ve had an AIDS test haven’t you?” Phil blew him a kiss. “Just screw me, Rayne, the natives are getting restless!”

Rayne needed no greater incentive. He could still feel the heat of so many watching eyes on the back of his neck, or more likely on his arse and Phil’s. Taking a quick breath, he rubbed his cock and guided it between the slender blond’s parted cheeks. Phil’s arsehole was already gaping from the bald guy’s big dick and he slipped it in easily, letting out a shuddering gasp of pleasure as he felt the close, moist heat of his friend’s anus clench rapidly around his sex. Rayne gripped Phil’s lean hips and he began to ease himself deeper, pulsing in and out carefully until his nice long bone was immersed in Phil’s tempting hole. The murmuring of the eager observers around the edge of their dell intensified as they watched the two slim, sexy English boys begin fucking one another down below.

Rayne growled softly through clenched teeth, rocking his hips against Phil’s smooth, firm arse, pumping himself in and out more urgently. The blond looked back at him over his right shoulder. He was leaning one handed against the bank now, pumping his small, hard dick with the right hand. The look on his face was one of sheer ecstasy.

“Rrrrrrrggghhhh!” he exclaimed encouragingly. “Yeah! Harder! That feels good, Rayne!”

Closing his eyes, Rayne Wilde began to thrust more deliberately, sinking his cock into the other man as if he was drilling for gold in that firm cleft. Their audience was mostly quiet now, although he could hear panting and the wet, slippery sound of pumping hands on hard cocks. Occasionally one of them would utter a little grunt of release then slink shamefully away and the crowd rustled like reeds in a restless breeze as they regrouped around the hollow. When Rayne opened his eyes again the bald guy and about three other men were still standing closer, down in the bottom of the dip, watching and wanking eagerly as he tooled Phil Honeywell right in front of them. He avoided their eyes, afraid that he would lose his erection if he had to look at the furtive faces of the excited masturbators. Tilting his head back he stared up instead into the clear, cerulean sky, lips parted, gasping more brokenly as he clutched Phil to him, humping the blond for all he was worth. When he lowered his gaze just a little there were at least ten men at the top of the steep rise right in front of them, some stroking casually, others going hell for leather with both hands on their balls and leaking cocks.

He looked down again, feeling both sets of cheeks get hotter as he moved his feet further apart and adjusted his stroke. Now he was using a longer, slower thrust, moving his throbbing cock almost three quarters of its length in and out of Phil. The fleshy resistance of his lover’s tight chute was getting him deliciously close. One of the voyeurs was so near to them now that he could feel the guy’s hot breath on his shoulder and arm. He thought it was the man with the long, rust-coloured hair but refused to look up at him. He could see the guy’s hand working up and down the length of his crooked erection though, milking the head, holding it over Phil’s buttocks as it began to spit frothy cum. Rayne gritted his teeth and ignored the intrusion determinedly. Phil seemed past caring, he was keening with delight and bucking his hips back to meet the thrust of his lover’s prick. When the other man spurted over him with a long groan of satisfaction, the blond reached back and squeezed his balls in silent camaraderie.

‘Don’t encourage the cunt!’ Rayne thought impatiently, although he kept his teeth clenched and said nothing. Or at least, he said nothing until he felt someone try to rub a hot, sticky penis up and down his own cleft.

Rayne was incandescent with rage and humiliation. Throwing up both hands he almost pulled right out of Phil as he half turned to find the interloper.

“Touch me again and this stops right now!” he warned in a voice that trembled with passion and exertion.

“Who is going to stop me, Rayne Wilde?” asked a dry, familiar, heavily-accented voice, very close to his ear. Strong hands gripped his hips and he was probed again, more roughly. “Are ‘you’?” Christophe asked him sardonically. “I don’t think so, somehow.”