The Initiation Part 2

For the rest of the week, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Doubt crept in as to whether I had imagined some parts, especially being so drunk. Anyway, the next weekend was quiet as I decided to stay at home. My family were amazed, they thought I was sick, (perhaps I am) but with lots of questions going around my mind, there was no enthusiasm to go out on the town with my mates.

By Monday, I knew what I was going to do. On my way home from work, I nipped into a telephone box and called Erol. I was a little nervous talking to him, but decided I did want to meet up again. We arranged to make it Wednesday night and I would go around to his place about 8 o’clock. Tuesday, I found it hard to concentrate at work. By the afternoon, I was having second thoughts, but after every argument with myself, decided I would still be going. But I was apprehensive no matter how I reasoned it out.

It seemed like an age, but finally Wednesday evening came around. I didn’t like what was happening to me, I was feeling strange like when you are meeting a date for the first time, but I didn’t want it to be like that, it should have been just a meeting with some old friends. So nervous in fact, that I left half of my dinner. Mom was not happy and my sister said I must still be sick! In a trance I showered and dressed to go out somewhere special, not to a casual meeting I had told myself. I drove around to the address, and then sat in my car for a good fifteen minutes wondering whether to go home again or walk up the path and knock on the door. I knocked on the door.

Erol opened while laughing to someone in the house. I could hear music coming from within mixed with shouts and high spirits in the background. He grabbed my arm and pulled me through the door telling me to come in as he rushed back through the hall. It looked like something might have been spoiling in the kitchen. Before I could follow, Grant came out and channelled me into the lounge. Dancing there by himself to loud music was a stunning guy.

Grant said "Stop your flouncing Peter and meet our friend"

Peter continued his waltz across the floor and shook hands rather formally. They both cracked up laughing and started dancing crazily together. Erol walked in then and told me to just ignore these idiots that were his housemates and make myself comfortable and feel at home. Fat chance! But within a few minutes I was laughing and joking along with them as if they were indeed, old friends.

The reason Peter was stunning was first his attire, old cut off denims with a white vest. But within this clothing stood a guy of about 21 with a superb sun tanned body. Muscle-culture I think it's called. While not physically big, every curve of his body was defined like a Greek sculpture. Topping it off was a big shock of blond hair over a really handsome face. He had the looks of a model who worked out regularly at the gym! But it turned out that his fabulous body was from working with a construction company while he earned the money for college. I guess the good body was the bonus payment!

I thought Erol would be the quiet kind of guy, but together these three were a real bunch of comedians. Not taking anything seriously it was one joke after another till at times I had tears of laughter in my eyes. Erol organised some snack food from the kitchen he had been putting together and Grant looked after the drinks. It was all great, I don’t know what I might have been afraid of.

After filling our appetites and thirsts, Peter suggested we take a look at a couple of video’s he had brought home. He had been assured they were excellent, so was eager to watch them. We settled down with Erol and me sitting on the sofa and Grant on the floor leaning back. Peter lay on the floor using Grant’s legs as his pillow. He pressed the play button and the movies began. They were good as promised, great picture, clear sound and best of all, they had a good story where the actors seemed to be really actors. Where do they get them from? At first there was the usual jokes between us about the guys in the film, a cute one and one with an enormous dick, but soon the talking stopped as we became engrossed in the story.

I had seen many "blue" movies before, but this was the first time with all men. I thought it would be like last week with Erol and Grant, but I was soon shown how ignorant I was about the ins and outs of gay sex. It was really amazing and I must admit, made me feel a little ashamed about how I had thought I knew everything, but here in scene after scene I stared wide eyed at the amazing tricks unravelling on screen. They said it was a good film and it certainly was, my cock stood upright after the first few minutes and by 15, my head was dizzy with the tension.

To get more comfortable I had lolled over leaning on my elbow on the chair arm behind Grant’s head. After a little while, Erol spooned up behind and watched over my shoulder. He put an arm under me and his left hand rested on my hips. That was to begin with, but he quickly moved across to my crotch, slid down the zip of my pants and found my hard on. No one else saw him and even I didn’t give him much attention, it was a back-up feeling to what my eyes were telling me from the video. To get more room he undid the clasp on the waist and then not happy with that, slowly worked down the top of my underpants till they were down my thighs. He continued his squeezing and pushing and pulling, giving me some serious good feelings. After a few more minutes even that was not enough and he eased down my pants till they were at my knees. At this I got a bit worried, knowing I would get embarrassed if either Pete or Grant turned around from the film to look at us. When I checked on Pete, I saw he had Grant’s dick out and was playing with it. With his head on Grant’s thigh, he bent his dick down to his lips and gave a few licks around the head and then continued fondling. At this I felt better at not being the only show in town.

This position kept Erol happy for a bit but after some more fumbling and fidgeting, I felt this hot poker push forward between my legs. I braced myself, as I did not want to go any further with the situation in front of these other two. Erol felt my nervousness and didn’t do anything more, just pushing it back and forth between my legs, which felt good. On the film a great climax to one of the scenes came up. It was terrific action and the room temperature seemed to go up a good five degrees too. Erol felt it because he was no longer content with rocking back and forth against me, I felt the head of his dick land squarely against my butt hole. Again I tensioned but this time he did not stop. Instead both hands fixed me like a vice at the waist and he pushed himself very, very slowly inside. I wanted to shout, but didn’t need to bring attention from those two guys. I just locked my jaw and took it till he was in. He rested a few minutes to let me adjust to the "object". I was thankful for his mercy. Then it was back to a slow rocking back and forth, this time with it firmly planted inside. So quiet was he that Grant and Pete never looked away from the TV. I checked on them again and found Pete giving Grant’s dick some heavy slurping. Grant now had his shorts open and pulled down like mine with his tee shirt pulled up to reveal a sight straight from the video. Pete had one of his hands playing with his own dick, which was out of his shorts. This was okay then and I settled back into Erol’s body and watched the action on the screen with added feelings from behind.

Pretty soon these started to take over the lead from the video story. First Erol wanted my left leg over the back of his, but my pants prevented that. No problem, he used his foot to push them down and off my legs. For sure, they would notice what we were doing now, but I guess they were just gentlemen and turned a blind eye, or else they had no time for us with their own action. It allowed Erol to get deeper and this started him moving a bit more aggressively as well. But the "feel good" factor went up considerably. By now he had stopped watching the box and his head was in the nape of my neck, I could feel his chin pushing into the shoulder muscles like a massage, which I loved.

Suddenly by his left arm, he heaved us both up into the sitting position with me now on his lap. He sank lower into the sofa like at 45 degrees. Then he drew me back against his chest and with his hands behind my legs, pulled them back against my chest. Now I was really exposed and I closed my eyes, not wanting to see Pete and Grant looking at me. Erol heaved away with a new vigour giving me that same feeling from last week, like at any moment, I would be cleaved down the middle, starting at my ass. When I did open my eyes, it was because I felt my dick being played with and it couldn’t be Erol. Grant was bending over us with his hand between my legs and over my dick, watching the action at close range. Pete was still giving him a blowjob on his knees to the side. When he took a rest from that, he transferred his tongue to my balls and I guess, Erol’s too. This was pretty heavy stuff now.

I knew Erol was not going to last much longer, he was pounding into me faster and faster with every stroke. With Grant now sucking my dick, I was sure to blow my wad at any moment. Finally he moaned and crashed everything in my ass and I felt those hot juices filling me up. That took me over the edge and just managing to get my hand on the back of Grant’s head, pushed him down as hard as I could onto my cock whilst I let go my own cream. I was really seeing stars! Perhaps if I open my eyes, I’ll be in heaven. No way did I want to leave the high I was in. But it didn’t last, not because it faded away, but Grant told Erol to pull out of me and then with his legs astride Erol’s, he pushed into the recently vacated hole while Erol kept me locked up against him. Boy was Grant horny; he laboured at me with the speed and force of an express train. He is not quite as big as Erol, but with the rapid attack and the slam of his hips against my ass was like hitting a nail with a hammer, a large hammer at that. Pete got his hand between our bodies and was playing with my dick, but with having the wind knocked out of me, it had withered away to a soft blob. Thankfully, Grant came to the short strokes pretty quickly and he soon arched his head back and yelled he was coming and I felt him let fly with his juice inside. He fell off onto the sofa on to the floor moaning his thanks for a wonderful fuck.

Pete extended his hand to pull me up off of Erol, but when I tried to stand, my knees had turned to jelly and he had to hug me to stop me falling on the floor. He gently lowered me down and pulled a few cushions off the chairs to put under my head. Then he massaged the muscles in my legs to get the blood circulating again. Having my legs bent up to my chest had stopped off the flow or something. Within a few minutes I could stand again but they were still shaking quite a bit. As we all needed a drink, Grant went back to his role as the evening's waiter.

Erol was making jokes about me not being able to stand up, beginner's cramps, and told me I would have to get plenty of practice to get used to it. Ha! And I bet he would like to be the one to teach me! Not only that he said, but medical help was expensive and I hadn’t paid Pete yet. Of course he was joking, wasn’t he? I didn’t think I could take any more, tonight at least. But Grant was laughing fit to bust and pushing Pete along who hadn’t said too much; they both jostled us over to the sofa again and told Pete to getting cracking with me. Erol said the trouble was he thought Pete had a crush on me and was shy. I looked at him and he turned red, so I guess he had touched a nerve somewhere. We were all still naked even though we had cleaned up after the first round and Grant started playing with Pete’s dick. Erol was stroking me with his hands and telling me I had to make that payment and they were going to watch.

"Come on," he said, "stop hanging around and get down."

He pushed me down to the floor and into the position with my knees on the floor by the sofa and leaning on the cushions. Kind of like dog style. Grant steered Pete up behind me and still joking around, told him to give them both a show.

I felt his arms go around me and his body cover my back. He nuzzled into my neck and kneaded around my shoulders, the tops of my arms and the cheeks of my ass. I could feel his prick moving between my legs as he caressed my body. Of those two guys, Erol had sat on the sofa next to me and Grant was somewhere behind, playing with Pete from what I guessed. Even though he had his arms around me, I could feel his prick moving into my ass, so I guess Grant was guiding the action. Then his body came close up and I could feel it very slowly ease its way past the door, and glide through to the end as his body pressed tight. After that, he kept still but continued playing his hands all over. It felt like he was reading my body and whenever he passed over a sensitive spot, he knew the signs and centred in on them. It was like he was being there for me, not me for him. He was getting a thrill from giving me pleasure and I appreciated all he was doing. Suddenly it was me who was doing the moving around, I felt on fire and with sex having a mind of its own I realised I was pushing back into his hips just to feel the pressure of his cock move inside.

He knew the time had come and started a slow riding of my ass. Very gentle, but full strokes back and forth. It was driving me crazy, I was wanting more and more of him. So different than with Erol and Grant especially. Grant had moved around so that he was playing with my dick and balls, sometimes using his tongue although I don’t know how he was getting his head in there. Erol was stroking his long weapon, which was up at full mast. As we started to move into higher gear, he lifted one leg to the other side of me and shuffled up so that my face was a few inches from his balls. He put his hand to the back of my head and brought my face up to them. I started to lick them while he continued pulling his cock. Every so often, he would push it down and into my mouth. With Pete working into me from behind, each whack of his hips pushed me forward onto Erol's cock and then back. I didn’t have to do anything except take it. I liked this. The feeling I was receiving from the three of them was like nothing ever experienced before. I really did not want this to stop. But I could feel Pete was coming up to the boil. He now had his hands on my hips to stop me moving away as he ploughed in. I could feel his cock getting harder and hotter inside and I was doing my best to squeeze the life out of it. I could hear him moaning whenever I really used my ass muscles. Although Pete had a good-sized dick, he was the smallest of the three, but he gave the best feelings by far. I already decided I really liked this guy. As he started to reach his climax, I did my best to not move under his thrusts and work every muscle I could to make it good. When the moment came, he screamed. He really did. The pulsing of his cock inside went on for ages and didn’t feel like it was ever going down. But the rest of him was. He collapsed over my back and told me I was fantastic, that he wanted to go on and on, but couldn’t.

When we had all got our breath back a little later, he quietly told me that he really liked me and wanted to see me again. The feeling was mutual and if he hadn’t said it, I would have before leaving.

We cleaned up again for a second time and put some clothes back on. Erol brought out a few more goodies from the kitchen. Funny, we all had an appetite again and finished everything. By now it was pretty late and I knew I had better get home and take a good rest or else someone would be on my back at work tomorrow but not in the same way as Pete! Before leaving, I arranged to meet up with him next weekend and we would go out somewhere. We did and had a great time, ending up back at Erols again and I slept over. He had me do all the things to him that he had done to me. My first time ever, but that is another story.