Unlike most occasions, when the passion builds up and the thrusting becomes ever stronger and more difficult to control, Sven chose to give Brett’s hole a series of full length strokes, withdrawing his cock completely and then re-penetrating Brett at each stroke. He did not build up speed at all, but made a visually aesthetic job of fucking his friend’s arse, which drew whistles of admiration from the on-looking company. With each stroke he gradually increased the force of his thrust until he himself reached a huge climax and shot his wad, with his cock deep inside Brett. So far, Brett himself had not reached orgasm but now he too was so aroused that as Sven made his last thrust, he too jerked a huge quantity of his own cream over himself. The observing studs, Greg, Larry, Jonathan and Liam, gave Sven a round of applause, for they all realised that they had just been treated to a virtuoso butt-fucking demonstration. It was quite clear to all concerned that when it came to copulation, Sven was truly in a class of his own. He had just made the banal act of fucking arse into a minor art form: almost a movement from a classical ballet.
Chris and Serge let Brett back down, with a sigh of relief, for they had been holding him up in the air for several minutes. But the whole thing was not yet over, for Brett, no sooner on his feet, turned to Sven and Liam and said: “Come on guys; you’ve seen how it’s done, just lift me up again and give Chris and Serge their chance. And thus it was that everyone had an opportunity to fuck Brett in this extraordinary position. Whether it would ever happen again was anyone’s guess, for it really was quite an effort to hold Brett up in the air while a series of separate cocks explored his fundamental orifice. But of one thing there was no doubt: Brett’s “Flying Mission Position” was the star turn: the event of the evening.
CHAPTER 10
After Brett’s stellar performance, everything else was much lower key. Greg and Brett got together and Brett gave Greg a return shafting, By this time Greg was totally at ease with what was happening and he found he enjoyed being around a group of naked young muscular studs, enjoying themselves as they exercised their man meat as their fancy took them. In fact, it was exactly what a young men’s gay fuckfest should have been: a totally relaxed atmosphere, cocks shafting arse-holes left and right and a great deal of good humour.
It was a little later that Larry, who was the youngest of all the NBAs only a year older than Greg and the newest recruit of the gym, after having been fucked by Greg and giving Greg a return bout, said to him: “Listen, Greg, if you are doing nothing later on, why not come back to my place and spend the night. I reckon you and I might be very good in bed together.”
Greg was astounded to receive such an invitation, but he really liked Larry, probably because of their age proximity and, to give credit where credit was due, Larry was one hell of a stud and truly knew how to use his cock, which was pretty damn big. So Greg went over to Sven and told him what Larry had suggested, wondering what Sven’s’ reaction would be.
“Listen, stud, just go for it. My god, Greg, look at you: a shrinking violet just two days ago and now a confirmed butt fucker! Hell man, of course you should go and spend the night with Larry. It will be an experience for you to sleep in the same bed alongside another warm body, that is of course if either of you get any sleep!” Sven concluded with a laugh.
It was now just after midnight and the party was winding down. Greg and Larry were about to leave, when Chris came up to them.
“Listen, Greg, it seems to me that your teach-in with Sven and Liam had been a great success, judging by your performance here tonight, and I hear that you and Larry are now going off together. But before you go, I wanted to ask you if you would like to come to the gym tomorrow morning. Sunday is not normally a very busy day, but I thought that you might like to see what a naked bodybuilding gym looks like and the sort of things we do. And there will certainly be some action, so, if you are interested, you will be welcome. Just one thing: Sven had probably told you that in the gym, total nudity is obligatory, so you will have to leave your clothes in the locker room, but having seen you here tonight, I don’t think that will worry you. Anyway, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Both Sven and Liam will be there to help you, if needed and I think you are on duty tomorrow morning, Larry.”
Greg went over to Sven and told him what Chris had suggested, which Sven thought was a great idea. So it was agreed that Greg and Larry would meet Sven and Liam next morning at around ten o’clock at the gym. And with that Greg and Larry wet off to Larry’s place for the night.
Larry lived only a short walk from the gym and had a small apartment with one bedroom, but with a large bed. Both young men had become smitten with each other and once inside, they both ripped off their clothes and in seconds were in a clinch. How they found the energy to do what they did after the party, god alone knows, but they did and they had both fucked each other several times before they finally went to bed. Greg had never ever slept with anyone before, but felt totally comfortable with Larry, and he fell asleep with his arm draped over him.
Next morning, around eight, he awoke to find himself alone in bed with the sound of water running in the neighbouring bathroom. He pulled himself out of bed and went into the bathroom to see Larry under the shower, which seemed big enough for two and so he promptly stepped in and joined Larry. Larry who had had his back to Greg, had not heard him due to the running of the water and was surprised suddenly to find himself grabbed from behind with by Greg, one of whose hands found its way down to hold Larry’s cock. Both boys burst out laughing and you can imagine what then ensued. How did they find the energy? Who knows? But sex is such a driving force, that they did and they had both fucked each other vigorously, standing there under the shower, before they finally stepped out and dried themselves off.
After breakfast, the two young studs walked over to the gym. Larry showed Greg where the NBAs stripped off completely naked and left their clothes before entering the gym proper. As Larry explained, Ringboy’s Gym was a strictly naked bodybuilding and cock training establishment and no clothes whatsoever were allowed inside the gym: clients and staff included. Even Chris, the owner, who was frequently in the gym during the day, went completely naked. Larry told Greg that he thought that Ringboy’s was the only place of its kind in the Bay Area and it attracted a lot of young studs, both gay and straight, who wanted to show off their bodies and cocks naked in a male environment. So, as Larry said, it was a great place to check out the local cock and muscle scene.
According to Larry the place was a great success and had had to refuse new members, such was its popularity. He also explained the rules, of which the most important was the mandatory use of condoms for all sexual acts within the gym. As Larry explained to Greg, that rule applied equally to staff and customers. Any NBA servicing a client had to wear a condom and equally, any customer wanting to have sex with an NBA had also to use a condom. To this rule there were absolutely no exemptions and Larry pointed out the availability of both free condoms and lubricants at strategic points around the gym. “Obey the rule or get kicked out, forever.” That was the message Larry imparted to Greg.
The place was super well equipped and already by ten o’clock a number of young muscular studs were working out. Larry pointed out one guy who was undergoing intensive cock training. Most guys were interested in having large dicks and one of the specialities of the gym was aiding any client who wished to develop his man-meat. One muscular stud was pumping iron hard, lying flat on his back with his cock embedded in the arse of an NBA. The idea, Larry explained, was that the client, who was trying to improve his cock size, had to hold his erection inside his NBA trainer without actually cumming for at least half an hour. Asked if it produced results, Larry told Greg just to look around him. And it was true; most of the guys were sporting magnificent specimens of man-meat, all as a result of the cock training exercises they had taken over a period of several months.
Greg was glad to have the opportunity to work out in such a well equipped place. He had developed his body in the school gym and had been one of the leading gymnasts in his final year at school and Larry suspected having seen him in action that Greg had probably had the biggest cock among his final year peer group at school. After an hour or so, the two young men went off to the Jacuzzi area and settle themselves into the soothing swirl of the hot water to relax.
Suddenly, Greg was aware that an older man, clearly client had settled down on the seat next to him.
“Hi, I’m Daniel. You must be new around here as I don’t recollect ever seeing you before, but I’ve been watching you and Larry, whom I do know, working out together and, boy, you do look very impressive: nice muscles and a good slab of excellent looking meat. Look, I’d really like you to give me a little anal stimulation with that cock of yours. You really do look as though you could do a good job and to be honest, I love being fucked by a young stud with a big dick and you fit the bill exactly. I come here every Sunday morning, you know, for a work-out and a bit of anal stim. My wife, whom I love dearly, cannot give me that and like lots of guys, I do really enjoy having my hole reamed out from time to time, in fact, each Sunday morning to be precise. So my wife lets me play hooky once a week. She never asks what I do, but I guess she knows and accepts that I need it. But I do keep her happy the rest of the week, if you see what I mean. So, unless you are booked for someone else right now, I’d like you to service me. I normally use one of the private rooms over there, but some like it done in public here in the gym. But I’m really easy: whichever you prefer.
It was all so casual and natural and Greg did not know what to say or do. He suddenly realised that this client and mistaken him for a new NBA because he was wearing that triple cock ring, which Sven had told him all NBAs had to wear when on duty.
“Just a second,” he said, “And I’ll be with you.” Turning to Larry who was sitting on the other side of him he said quickly: “Larry, this guy thinks I work here and wants me to give him anal stimulation: what the fuck is that when it’s at home and what the fuck do I do?”
Larry laughed: “Listen stud, you’re just so fucking attractive that every guy here is eying you, a fact you may not have noticed. What this guy – his name’s Daniel by the way, and I’ve serviced him myself a few times – wants, is for you to fuck his arse. Anal stimulation is the polite way many these regular guys often put it: it just sounds less crude. So listen, stud, just go along with him and give his hole a fucking good reaming; that’s all he wants and you’ll have a terrific time yourself. Nobody among the staff here gives a fuck that you are a guest, just here for today. So go for it Greg, and widen your horizons; you’ll enjoy it, believe me. But remember you have to lube him up first and you have absolutely to use a condom. So there you are, Greg; go and have a vigorous fuck with this guy and give him his anal stimulation, as he likes to call it.
It was half an hour later when Greg and Daniel emerged and Larry heard Daniel saying: “That was absolutely great, Greg. You are one hell of a pro. when it comes to giving a guy just what he wants. I hope I shall see you again for a repeat performance next week.”
By now both Liam and Sven had appeared on the scene and Larry had evidently told them about how Daniel had asked Greg to service him.
Sven said: “Well, Greg, tell us all; what happened in there between you and Daniel?”
“As you know, because I was wearing this cock ring, Daniel mistook me for an NBA and asked me to give him some anal stimulation, so that’s what I did: I gave him some anal stimulation; crudely put, I fucked his arse for him and he seemed to enjoy it. I know that I did myself! Anyway, when I had shot my load, he asked me if I would give him a blow job. I wasn’t really sure what he wanted, but he soon made it clear to me as he pushed me to my knees and stuck his cock into my mouth. So, as he was the client, I did what he wanted and sucked him off. So, all in all it was a very nice little interlude, albeit totally unexpected. He left, by the way, still thinking that I was an NBA and hoped to see me next week. Tell you what though: I prefer fucking to sucking!”
“That,” said Liam, “Is truly amazing. Just to think that a couple of days ago you hardly knew where your dick was located and now you are handling it like a true pro. You really have learned at lightning speed, Greg! Congratulations!”
“Well, you know, guys, after the first few times, it’s not all that hard to get the hang of it and, at the end of the day, it is a natural act. So I guess that all one needs is a push in the right direction and then nature takes its course. All I can say is that now that I have been initiated by you guys into the undoubted joys of gay sex, I am completely sold on it. I cannot understand why I denied my sexuality to myself for so long. Anyway, I guess I have finally arrived where I should be and feel very happy in myself. And, this little episode with Daniel, has taught me how easy it is to relate to other guys: if you both want to do it, it’s as easy as falling of a log and, let me say, a darned sight less dangerous and a hell of a lot more enjoyable.” Greg laughed as he concluded.
A little later, when he was alone with Sven and Liam, Sven asked how things had gone with Larry. “Guys; it is as if we were made for one another. I had a great time staying with Larry. It was the first time in my life, you know, that I actually shared a bed with someone else and it was just great. We two had such a great time together, that what we have now agreed is that once I get started at Berkeley at the end of this month, I am going to come over and spend Friday and Saturday nights with Larry at his place. We both really dig each other, so things are working out just perfectly for me. Lord only knows what my mother would think if she knew what I was doing. But I’m not going to tell her; my life is my affair not hers.”
Sven took up the defence of Mrs Parry and said: “Let me tell you, Greg, what I think your mother would do if she knew how things had gone in the last few days. She would sigh with relief that you had finally found your true self and got your sex life organised. She’s a wise old bird your mother: she truly is. And let me tell you, Greg, you should thank her for her foresight. It’s not every parent who would send their basket case of a son – and let’s face it, Greg, that’s precisely what you were just a few days ago – on what was a gay sex teach-in course, in order to come to terms with his own unrecognised homosexuality. She is wise enough to know that no amount of persuading will ever make a guy change his sexuality and, in your best interests, she accepted that. Your ma, Greg, is a very special person and you should be glad that you have her.
CHAPTER 11
The next day was Monday, Greg’s last day with Sven and Liam, who really had very little more to teach Greg, who had taken to gay sex like a duck takes to water.
Sven said to Greg, with mock seriousness: “Well, young man, you have completed the gay sex orientation course as planned and it only remains for us, your teachers to confirm that you have learned, inwardly digested and know how to put into practice all that we have taught you. And, so, as with all course work, we are going to make you submit to an examination, after which assuming you are successful and obtain the required grades, we will issue you with your official certificate as a bona fide member of the San Francisco Gay Community and a CCC.”
By the end of this ridiculous speech, both Greg and Liam were laughing. Greg asked: ” What the fuck is a CCC, Sven?
To which came the reply: “Oh, you are such a total ignoramus, Greg, Every man and his dog knows that CCC stands for a Completely Competent Copulator. And that, my dear Greg, is the grade you should be aiming of in this exam!”
Sven then went over to Greg, pulled his shirt over his, head, pulled his pants and thong down, pushed him against the table, asking him to spread his legs. He then lubed up Greg’s anus and gave him a truly monumental final fuck, using maximum force and length, culminating in a huge simultaneous orgasm for both of them. He then motioned to Liam to do the same, which he did with the greatest of pleasure. Then, to conclude the “examination”, he and Liam offered Greg their own arses. Sven said: “Come on Greg, give Liam and me a dose of anal stimulation in the way you did for Daniel yesterday, which Greg, of course, did with alacrity.
When it was all over, the three guys all collapsed laughing. It had been a fine conclusion to a very successful few days, which everyone had enjoyed and from which Greg emerged a changed man: a true CCC!
“On a more serious note,” said Sven, “Chris asked me to tell you that if you want to work in the gym as a temporary paid NBA on either a Saturday or a Sunday, to help with your college living expenses, you will be very welcome, as you seem to be a natural. Think about it, as if you and Larry are going to start spending time together at the weekends, he will probably be working in the gym on one of the weekend days and you two could work together.
With some regret, Greg drove home later that day. His mother welcomed him but did not ask any questions, nor did he offer any comment on what had happened. But, as Sven had observed, Mrs Parry was a wise old bird and she divined from the changed apparel that her son was wearing that all had gone well. Her worst fears vanquished, she smiled inwardly to herself.
A few days later, Mrs Parry rang Chris to thank him for all he had done for her son. Chris confirmed to Mrs Parry that things could not have gone better. Mrs Parry simply said: “I knew I was right about Gregory’s sexuality: a mother just knows, you know! I can now sleep easy!”
THE END