Sexual Engineer 7-9
By John – [email protected]
Some things had changed by spring. For one they had located the control for the boiler, hidden very well behind a small panel in the kitchen wall. Wallpapered over to blend in with the rest. It was an ancient affair and the electrician he took to the house told him not to mess with it. Being so old he was positive there were no spare parts available any more. The only control was a master one on the boiler, so at least they could turn it down as the weather improved. As for sophisticated modern timing controls, forget it.
All the furniture assembly eventually was completed and each had a bed with wardrobe, chest of drawers and the rest. But Richard still slept with Stuart even if all his clothes and personal belongings were in his own room.
Stuart got to know most of the staff quite
well. Some of them were from previous sites where he had worked, like
Richard veered towards the site workers and his GF, Harry. He always seemed to be having a drink with him, either a quick one after work before he went home, or a full evening with him and the many site workers and labourers who favoured the Crown.
By now Stuart had been to many such nights out and as Rich said, Harry was quite a nice chap away from work. But he never came to see him as Richard did, he couldn’t get on with anyone who was a loud foul mouth tyrant at work and a normal easy going one outside. Which was the real one, he always asked himself. Why Richard should be able to see past this was a mystery. Harry was around his later forties or early fifties and there was nothing outwardly that drew them both together. But Richard appeared to hang on to his every word and Harry appeared to talk to Richard as though he were his son, or something very close.
Richard’s friendliness with many of the workers brought some bonuses. The outstanding one was that there was always a porn tape to play in the little combination set. Whenever the TV had on a crappy programme and they had time on their hands, on would come the latest tape.
On a lazy Sunday afternoon some time in April they were both slouched on the sofa, one at each end watching a porn tape. Rich was in some boxer style shorts, one hand down the front as he watched the tape.
Stuart found the tape boring, having seen it before one evening but there was little else he wanted to do on this rainy day.
“Stuart, slide over here and play with this” he said suddenly.
He pushed down his boxers and waved his dick around with a grin on his face.
Stuart edged to the middle of the sofa and reached across.
“Your arms in the way, now I cant see the telly. Move back to where you were and lay across.”
He did as told and found a comfortable position with his head on Rich’s stomach with the TV screen beyond framing his dick.
It was very strange that in months of messing around, Stu’s face had never been this close to Rich’s dick before. Never been this close to any dick at all, which included his own. He examined it carefully as he squeezed and played. Unlike his own, Rich had what he christened a rocket ship dick, the shape came to a point at the end. Maybe that was why Rich never had a problem getting into his ass he reasoned. His own on the other hand was almost the same width from root to tip and the end was like a blunt mushroom, which would account for occasional difficulties too.
After a while, Rich felt for him and began to undo the zip to his jeans. He helped kicking them and his underwear down so that he could play with him likewise.
He became enthralled with watching and touching. Feeling the hardness below the soft covering, the heat that radiated off and the wetness seeping from the end. Rich began make frequent appreciating moans at what he was doing.
“Shit, look at her take all that” said Rich.
Stu re-focused on the screen to see some buxom woman swallow a gigantic black cock.
“You ever get your cock sucked?” asked Rich.
“Once or twice I have”
“Trish used to suck me all the time” he reminisced.
“Ever tasted juice?” he asked after a while.
“Naw, never thought about it really” replied Stu.
“I have, tasted my own. It’s not bad you know, you should try it. No wonder some of the birds love it.”
Stuart began to think, one girl he knew spat it out in disgust yet the porn tapes always show them lapping it up like it was the best thing since sliced bread. He lost interest in the tape again and went back to studying Rich’s dick.
“You want to try now?” said Rich. “I will too, we’ll do it together.”
He fell over more on to his side to get close to Stu. Stuart hadn’t said yes, he couldn’t think of what to say exactly.
“Come on, try it, put it in your mouth and suck. Like this.” He lent further over Stuart and licked the head of his dick.
“Now you, no excuse now.”
To make sure he didn’t argue, he felt Rich’s hand start to push his head the few inches between his cock and face. Slowly he got so close that he could feel the heat. Then it came to him that Rich had often fired his juice off and hit him on the face, and that had never bothered him at all. He opened his mouth and took in the head. Rich leant over him and did the same.
It only took a couple of sucks to find that he liked it, loved the feel of it in his mouth, the pulsing and jerking reactions to his tongue finding hot spots. He wondered what he had done wrong when Rich parted them.
“Great, isn’t it?” he asked. “But it’s no good on the couch; drop on the floor so that we can stretch out properly.
Yes he thought, good idea. Rich was always the first with the ideas.
They finished fully removing jeans and underwear and returned to lie on their sides. Stuart didn’t need prompting now to take it back into his mouth where they began heaving, sucking, licking and finally in the heat of the final moments, face fucking.
When Richard came, Stuart never wanted a dick to leave his mouth ever again. All that creamy hot juice, he loved it. He had not much idea how he came, his concentration was fully on sucking Richard, but come he did and Rich seemed to be equally satisfied judging by his grunts and moans. Stuart wouldn’t let the cock out although it had gone soft and squigy. Even in that state it held him mesmerised. But Rich sat up and helped pull him up too.
“Pretty good don’t you think” he grinned.
“Yes, more than pretty good” Stu answered.
“You like the taste of me?” Asked Rich.
Stuart blushed, “Yes, I mean I don’t mind, you know?”
Rich leant close and grabbed his face, sticking his tongue into his mouth before he had time to think or object. He ran his tongue around probing and sucking his own into his.
“There!” he said letting him go. “Now we have exchanged come, we know how each other tastes, if there is any difference.”
Stuart looked totally shocked and pushed him away.
“You daft bat” he said, and they both collapsed laughing.
It struck Stuart that they had done this messing around all the wrong way. Wanking, playing with arses, sucking dicks and at the end kissing. It was all too weird.
“How about going to bed for an hour’s kip or something?” suggested Rich.
Stuart knew what the something was and readily agreed.
Not that they had stopped thinking of girls in the least, this was only a temporary affair till they each found one locally. At least Rich had scored only a week or so before.
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Stuart came home to find a woman’s coat and handbag in the lounge. He was surprised as Rich had not mentioned anyone in particular that he was chasing recently. When he went up for a shower and to get changed, the bedroom door to Rich’s room was shut, which was unusual so he knew where they were. As he was by himself, after watching a little television he decided on an early night. It felt strange for him to go to bed knowing Rich was in the next room, stranger still to hear the bed creaking away. He found himself unable to sleep. Later, he heard them use the bathroom and then go downstairs and the front door shut. Half an hour later it banged again and Rich came back upstairs to have a shower. Stu really thought he was going to have to wait till morning to find out who it was, but after the shower Rich crept quietly into the bedroom and in beside him. He thought Stu was sleeping so when he asked him if he had been enjoying himself, it startled him.
“Not really. But I bagged her, finally.”
“Who is her?” asked Stu.
“The bird from the Crown, you know I’ve been after her for ages.”
“So how come she didn’t seem to measure up then?”
“Like fucking a bag of potatoes, dead as a doornail in the bed”.
“So you’re not planning to make it a regular thing?”
“No way, she has a boyfriend already but
he’s away on a trip to
The news cheered Stu up, he would have missed his sleeping partner.
“Hope you had a good wash” said Stuart as an afterthought.
“No problem, wore a Johnny each time, you never know with a one night stand do you?”
“Each time? Shit! How many times?”
“Three or four, but she was no good for any more.”
“You bastard” chuckled Stu.
“Yeah, but don’t tell anyone, you’ll ruin my reputation”
“Didn’t know you had one!”
Rich gave him a dig in the ribs and snuggled close.
“You jealous or something?” he mocked.
“Yeah, you got some, I didn’t.”
Richard was silent a few moments.
“If you want to reset your alarm, you can give me something good to wake up to tomorrow if that’ll keep you happy. Fuck, I’m tired now though” he sighed.
“You wish” replied Stu, giggling and giving him a nudge.
But it left him thinking. After some apprehension and Rich already asleep, he reached for his alarm and adjusted it an hour earlier.
Chapter 8
There was no doubt that Richard liked to drink. Many times after a session down the `Crown & Anchor’ he would come back to the house tipsy and on occasion well pissed. Stuart didn’t enjoy drinking too much mid week, the bad feeling the next day and knowing his work suffered was enough to stop him going to far. A drink yes, hours of drinking no, save it for the weekend was his personal rule.
The day after one session Rich stopped him in the office.
“Would you have a look at my setting out
for the
“Why, something wrong?”
“Don’t know, can’t get my mind around it today. I don’t want the bridge ending up facing the wrong way, it would be the end of my career.”
Stu laughed, “Sort of”.
Rich offered him his workings out, but Stuart couldn’t follow them at all.
“Show me which setting out points you used” asked Stu.
Rich showed him on the drawings.
“Yes, nothing wrong with those, but have you proved the intersection points using any others?”
“No, which do you suggest.”
Stuart explained he always double checked for important structures by using some setting out points further away, which normally would not be first choice and would be more inaccurate. Any mistakes in the information would show up quicker, but if they coincided with the results of near-by ones, then nothing was wrong.
“Perhaps you should give up on the late sessions, they are screwing your brain up” offered Stuart
“You’re right, but Harry always wants me to go drinking with him.”
“I thought it was you?” said Stu surprised.
“Maybe a bit of both, just can’t say no I guess”
Having some time to spare, they drove down to Westside together and went through the process of fixing the centre points of both abutments, much to Richard’s relief.
…………..
Stuart had taken to cooking himself snacks some nights, mainly because he was bored with the restaurant food and he liked to get home early and relax sometimes. With helping out Richard he found himself a bit too busy with his own stuff afterwards and by finishing time needed to get home for some peace and quiet.
After eating he watched the television for a while, but when a serial finished, the next programme held nothing for him so he popped in the porn tape lying nearby. In his tee shirt and loose shorts without underwear, he was at his most comfortable and if the tape was any good, would enjoy jacking off in solitude.
Mentally he gave himself another fifteen minutes of the tape and then would jack off. His plans were spoiled by Richard crashing in with a visitor. It was Harry.
Both had been drinking heavily leaving Richard animated and in good spirits even if unsteady on his feet. He gave up the sofa to Harry and sat on the floor leaning against one arm. Rich came back from the kitchen with some beers and he joined them drinking.
Stu’s earlier reservations about Harry evaporated as they joked around. Even if Harry was old enough to be Richard’s father, the repartee was like a comedian double act and exactly on the same wavelength. Slowly Stuart warmed to them both.
A few more beers later and Rich was getting slurred and the quick wittedness had vanished. As they quietened down they began to show more interest in the porn tape which had largely been ignored since coming in.
“My god, would you look at that” exclaimed Harry suddenly at a woman sucking a dick.
“What?” replied Rich wondering if he had missed something special.
“What I wouldn’t give for some of that” complained Harry shaking his head at the TV in disbelief.
“It’s only sucking” said Rich, meaning more than it said.
“Go on; tell me you get it all the time
from your bird down
“Certainly do, she loves it” said Rich proudly.
Harry tutted and shook his head.
He dropped his voice as though the
neighbours might hear. “I’ve only ever had it once, when I was stationed in
“Once!” guffawed Rich, “What about your wife?”
“Don’t mention the wife and talk about sex in the same breath, they don’t go together. She thinks I’m a pervert wanting sex full stop, never mind anything out of the ordinary.”
Somehow the image of Harry not being in full command of his own house was unbelievable.
“Sucking is not out of the ordinary” chimed back Rich, and looked for Stuart to back him up.
“Not to you young’uns maybe, but to our generation or my wife in particular as you like, it is.”
Suddenly Rich, who was at the opposite end and sat on the floor like Stuart, reached for Harry and grabbed his crotch.
“You must have something in there that scares her.”
Harry was a big man, not exactly what you would call fat being as he was so wide, but he was of powerful proportions.
“I don’t think so” said Harry unperturbed.
Unbuttoning his fly he pulled out a half hard dick.
“What do you think; in your experience would this scare off a woman? I bet I’m not much different to you lads.”
Stuart gazed slightly amazed at Harry’s dick. It was quite thick and must have been seven inches with the promise of more when he became fully hard.
“No reason the wife to think I’m not normal is there?”
Rich pulled down the zip and kicked down his jeans, pulling out his own dick. Stuart noticed he was hard too.
“You’re bigger than me but not all that much, unless it suddenly pops another couple of inches when fully hard.”
Harry gave a little laugh. Richard reached for it again and ran his hand up and down the shaft. Stu noticed Harry close his eyes briefly enjoying the touch.
“So how often do you have sex, in the normal position?” asked Rich.
There was silence from Harry while both Stu and Rich looked at him expectantly.
“Maybe once every couple of months” he replied quietly after a long pause.
Both of them were shocked, but Harry looked like he was going to cry.
“To be honest lads, two or three times a year if you want to know the truth”
He looked obviously upset and Stu thought he might break down any second.
“Two or three fucking times a year” he said again slowly to emphasise.
“And” he stabbed the air to make the point, “that’s only after an argument about her not fulfilling her martial duties and she claiming I’m a sex maniac. Any more often and she would leave me”
“You put up with that?” asked Richard incredulously.
“I know, I’m stupid, but in anything else she is the perfect wife. We used to argue about it all the time after we married, but now I can hardly be bothered with the trouble.”
Both Stu and Rich were left a bit dumbstruck with Harry’s admission. Neither could conceive a similar situation with any girlfriend they had had, never mind a wife.
Stuart’s thoughts were broken by Richard.
“Tell you what Harry” he moved between his legs and took hold of his dick. “Not fair never to have the experience.”
“I know” began Harry, but was cut short by Richard taking his dick into his mouth and begin sucking and licking the head.
“My god, my god, my god!” was all Harry could utter.
Stuart couldn’t believe it, Rich had lost his senses never mind his inhibitions. He watched, unable to drag his eyes away from what should have been private between the two of them. He could see Rich was enjoying giving Harry pleasure. Harry for his part, once his eyes had gone back into his head, relaxed and sank back into the sofa to luxuriate in newly found sensations.
Minutes later and Harry had to push him off.
“You’re gonna make me come if you keep up with that much longer.”
“And so?” said Rich laughing.
Harry looked at him not knowing what to think.
They went back to watching the porn movie in silence.
When it came to the part where the woman on the video was getting fucked in the ass, Rich piped up.
“So there’s no point in asking if you ever experienced that?
“Never!” said Harry emphatically. “But I heard its good, specially if your wife has had lots of kids. Don’t tell me you know all about it too?”
“Never mind kids, Trish loved to do it when she was on the rag, said it was our primeval sex. For me it was a damn sight better than getting blood and stuff all over my dick, I really did hate that.”
With that he jumped up and left the room and crashed about upstairs.
“He always like this?” asked Harry.
“Never seen it before, a new side to him” replied Stuart with some truth.
Back again, he had a bottle of skin lotion in his hand and a grin on his face. Sitting back down on the floor in front of Harry he emptied some out into his hand and liberally coated Harry’s dick. Then he stood up and dropped his shorts.
“Move up a bit” he pushed Harry along the sofa.
“What you up to?” asked Harry.
Stuart would never have dreamed of what was coming next in a thousand years.
“You might be run over by a bus tomorrow Harry. Come on, try it, I want you to give it a try, have the experience.”
He turned his back to Harry and knelt in the corner of the sofa.
“Nay lad, no need to go so far” exclaimed Harry realising what he was planning.
“Harry, shut the fuck up will you. I want it, I want you to experience the same thing, so give it me will you?”
Harry was left stuttering and looked at Stuart who was equally stunned.
Even more surprising was Harry getting on his knees behind, obediently following orders. He looked at Stuart and shrugged his shoulders.
“Never look a gift horse in the mouth, I say”
Very carefully and slowly he attempted to enter Richard. Rich put his hand back between his legs to guide him to the right spot, then urged him to slowly push. Stuart leaned across to watch it all happen. Real pornography in the front room or a horror movie in the making, he quite couldn’t make up his mind.
As the thick dick began to slide up Rich, all Harry could say was “Oh god, Oh god”, time and again.
Stuart watched aghast as Rich squirmed and began to moan. For some reason he didn’t expect to see it enter any further than the length of his own dick, but that point was reached and surpassed. Rich’s face was now buried into the palms of his hands on the sofa arm and he began a constant moaning which sounded half pain and half pleasure.
Harry as gentle as a lamb to start with, began to speed up till it was as though he had forgotten where he was and who he was with. He slammed into Rich like they did on the porn movies. Stuart couldn’t believe it if he had not seen with his own eyes. Their own sex was more holding each other and using each other’s bodies as somewhere to jerk off in, not pound the life out of each other like Harry was doing. He began to worry for Rich as the speed and ferocity increased, hearing Rich’s moaning and groaning rise in unison. He thought no way did Rich realise what he was going to get when he suggested this game.
As Harry came to his climax, his big shovel sized hands had Rich in a vice and each stroke of his dick was lifting him up off the sofa. Shocked and horrified as Stuart was, he was also aware that his own dick was rock hard and that this was the most stimulating thing he had ever seen in his life.
Finally Harry began to moan his orgasm, slamming Richard with bone shattering smacks of his groin. When he began shaking, he picked up Richard and squeezed him hard against his chest in a bear hug while he emptied himself.
Rich never stopped moaning the whole time. Finishing, Harry let go and he dropped like a rag doll against the sofa arm.
“Where’s the bathroom?” he turned and asked Stu.
“Top of the stairs and straight forward” he answered, his throat dry and croaking.
He turned his attention back to Rich and slowly began to withdraw. Stuart watched intently. The hole looked massive to Stuart and when the head popped out, there followed like some documentary slow motion, an eruption of juice which began to trickle down the inside of Rich’s leg.
“Oh god, that was amazing” he said turning to Stuart. “Let me go to the bathroom, you keep him warm for me till I get back, maybe I can have seconds.”
Pulling up his pants he left the room leaving Stuart looking at Rich’s upturned arse and hearing his continuous moans. Suddenly it was not Richard his friend there, it was nobody he knew and nothing more than a hole that he wanted to be in, had been invited in by Harry, to keep him warmed up for more.
Without another thought he jumped on the sofa and pushed down his shorts, pushing home his hard dick in one continuous motion. It felt so good to go into that warm sloppy cavern, one filled to brimming with Harry’s juice.
Emulating Harry, he pounded Rich like he had never before. Rich’s moaning went up a pitch which egged him on faster and faster. It was totally different from what they had done together previously, like doing it for the first time all over again.
Just when he thought he was going to come, he heard Harry’s footfalls back down stairs. Reality grabbed and suddenly he felt embarrassed to be found fucking his friend. Before he could think further, Harry was in the room and his dick was softening quickly. He slowed down to a stop.
“Don’t mind me, let me see some action with you lads for a change. It’s been a grand evening so far.”
Stuart tried to continue but the feeling was lost, for him at least his inhibitions were strong and he hadn’t drunk them away.
“While I’m waiting, maybe Rich would like to do what he did earlier?”
With that he moved close to the sofa and put his soft dick to Rich’s face. Eagerly he took the end and began sucking, bringing forth Harry’s approval.
To see Richard take him so readily, it sparked his own urge again and he felt his dick spring back to life. This time he was feeding off Harry and Richard, watching Rich suck greedily, watch Harry begin to fuck his mouth till roused beyond control had Rich choking and coughing.
“I’m coming lad” cried Harry.
He pushed hard into Rich’s face till he could feel him back onto his dick. Rich began to choke and wrenched his head to one side leaving Harry coming onto his face. Rich recovered quickly and caught the head of Harry’s dick between his lips and speared himself to suck him dry. It was too much for Stuart and he blasted off and incredible orgasm into his rear.
As they were dressing, Harry remarked that he couldn’t believe it was so good and bitterly remarked on how much of his life had been missed. Stuart offered some coffee but Harry wanted to be off, already he had been out longer than intended and had a few miles to drive before he was home. Stuart saw him out and at the door Harry begged that what had happened would go no further. Stuart assured him that he had every reason to keep it between them too. Satisfied, Harry said his good byes and to see them both tomorrow.
Stuart went back to the lounge but Rich had gone upstairs to the bathroom. It was a long time before he came back again and now he was quiet. Stu put it down to embarrassment at realising how over the top he had gone. But when they went to bed, Rich still had spoken barely a word. Thinking perhaps he was hurt in some way, he tried to coax him to talk.
They lay in bed side by side.
“Stuart” he began slowly. “That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever done. I came almost straight away on the sofa and it was like my orgasm just wouldn’t stop. All the time, it didn’t stop. From the moment Harry started till I was in the bathroom, it was one long orgasm. I feel really strange, I really do. Its weird, made me a bit frightened in a way. Orgasms are supposed to last for just a short while but that left me shaking for ages and ages, I was getting worried.”
Stuart didn’t know what to think. For his own part he was not happy about the public aspect, yet he also had an amazing experience. Somehow, he thought it would begin to sort itself out tomorrow. They came together to hug and exhaustion did the rest.
Chapter 9
Nothing sorted itself out the next day, Stuart was just too busy to even think about the previous night. He didn’t see Harry in the office face to face, but he heard him in another room swearing and cursing and doing his usual “we’re going to fuck all the subcontractors” thing. Richard was in and out at tea break time, busy with sudden programme changes.
Arriving home he went into the living room and his eyes focused momentarily on the sofa, it was if last night had been a dream. He tried to picture what had taken place but it now felt too unreal to have happened.
When Richard came in it was quite late and he had been drinking. Neither mentioned the night before. It was as if they all put it to one side in a box for the time being at least, not to be opened less it be in bad taste to be the first to talk about it.
Neither desired sex for the rest of the week. It was not till they both went into town at the weekend for another look around that things seemed to get back to normal. There were no hen parties out on the town and they didn’t come across any females either thought worth approaching. Instead they focused on recounting their histories, small talk, the inevitable work and drinking. On the way home they bought a Chinese take away which turned out to be rather tasty and rounded off a good night. Nothing extraordinary but the simple fact of talking so much seemed to clear the air.
Later in the bedroom Stuart began to dose off, nicely content with the night out.
“Stuart, you still awake?”
“Mmm why?”
Rich reached across and pulled him to spoon behind.
“Hold me will you?” he asked quietly.
Stuart was thinking nothing more than to do as asked, but Rich fidgeted about pushing back his bum so much eventually it gave him a hard on.
“You got any hand lotion handy?” asked Rich.
Stuart reached to the bed side and grabbed the bottle.
“Now what?”
“Do me will you, I’m just in the mood” asked Rich, his tone quite unemotional.
Stuart did the necessary and entered.
“I want it on my knees, can we move up without you falling out?”
Carefully they adjusted position and began again.
“That’s nice, just what the doctor ordered” said Rich after a few strokes.
They both concentrated on pleasure for a while.
“Now on my back, can we twist around so I can lie down?”
Again they moved till Stuart had Rich’s legs folded back to his chest.
“Like this?” he asked a bit unsure of what exactly Rich was looking for.
“Yeah good, I want to try this way now.”
Stuart wondered if he was going through the book and it made him smile.
“What’s so funny?” asked Rich when he opened his eyes and saw him.
“You, Mr. Ladies man, on his back and well, you know.”
“Fuck yes, I know what you mean, but I have this urge, I really like it now, love the feel of you inside me.”
They carried on a while longer.
“There’s a spot inside, shit, when you touch it I feel like my body has been plugged into a pleasure machine. Do it a bit harder will you”
Stuart obliged till Rich began moaning and cursing.
“I can’t hold it any more, got to come soon” gasped Stuart.
“Do it, do it harder. Fuck yes, you’re hitting it every time now.”
Rich arched his back off the bed and countered each thrust.
It was the final straw for Stu and he emptied himself deep inside in a wonderful orgasm. A few moments to get his wits back and he opened his eyes, Rich was grinning.
“Should have seen your face, what a picture. Bet you scare the birds away screwing your face up like that.”
“Look who’s calling the kettle black” laughed Stuart.
Slowly he pulled out his dick taking a look at Rich’s hole as he did so. He had become fascinated since seeing Harry’s dick leave such a big opening behind.
“Didn’t you come?” asked Stu.
“No, didn’t want to. It felt good though. Now I want to jerk off with this nice feeling I have in my guts. Do us a favour will you?”
He grabbed Stu’s hand and brought it between his legs.
“Play with me there”
Stu ran his fingers around his hole, bending down to take a closer look. The fascination soon had him fingering inside the entrance and experiencing the smooth texture of skin.
Rich was jacking his dick, telling him how good it felt.
“Put a couple of fingers inside, see if you can find that spot I could feel you hitting.”
Slowly he pushed in one and then two fingers.
“Shit yes, that feels great” encouraged Rich, his hand beginning to pick up speed.
Stu was amazed how much it felt like a pussy, all hot and soft, full of his jizz like a bird’s wet cunt. Curiosity aroused, he pushed on realising that Rich was getting off on enjoying him feeling around.
“Try another finger” croaked Rich.
He pulled out his hand and pushed back three quite easily, so after a couple of shoves he added a fourth. He entered slowly, marvelling at the way Rich’s body opened up to accommodate.
Rich writhed around, thrusting his hips back against him.
“Fuck, that’s good, I can feel you hit the spot. Do it harder and deeper.”
Stu responded bringing gasps from Rich, who had sweat pouring off his body. He could feel the little bump inside that had Rich jumping each time he rubbed it.
Rich began to moan loudly. “Push it in, harder” he cried as his hand flew up and down his shaft.
It didn’t pass Stu that the size of his bunched fingers were like Harry’s fat dick. He thrust them in and out harder and harder to emulate Harry’s fucking, making Rich fair scream.
With a last gasped “harder” Rich erupted in an almighty orgasm, throwing out an immense amount of juice up his chest that seemed go on for ages. Stu was astonished to see so much and realised it must have been the result of finding the magic spot he’d been on about.
Once he had come off his high, Rich begged him to remove his fingers as quickly as possible. The pleasure quickly turned to discomfort even more when he tired to withdraw too quickly for him.
They lay looking up at the ceiling.
“How was it?”
“Brilliant, fucking brilliant” cooed Rich.
Neither realised immediately the significance of the week or the evening, but it was a watershed for both as to how they thought about sex.
It had played on Stu’s mind all week, but now he knew that he had fucked Rich and could call it fucking to himself. He had ducked giving it a label since jumping on the sofa after Harry went to the bathroom. Now he accepted it, not only that but could admit that it was much more exciting than fucking any girl he had yet been with. So far though it could only be with Richard. To justify this view, he thought of fucking or getting fucked by Harry and couldn’t imagine it would ever happen in a million years.
But the niggle that persisted was something of a paradox. He liked fucking of course, he could do it till the cows came home if that’s what Rich wanted, but at the back of his mind was the doubt it was not what he really wanted. There was something still unsatisfying about the whole thing or to put it another way, he felt there was something more satisfying that he had yet to find.
For Richard things were rather clearer cut. After some confusion the morning after Harry about how it all happened, the overriding conclusion was that it was truly amazing. He had never been taken to such heights since discovering sex and he had a fair bit of experience to compare it with. He pondered the question the whole week and then at the end of the night, was able to have Stuart answer his most immediate uncertainties. The night with Harry was no freak occurrence, it really did feel good and he was going to do it again pretty soon. He couldn’t imagine not doing.