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Simon and Hamish

By Romany

(M/M, oral, anal)

Simon in charge�

I reached for Hamish as he sat beside me on the divan. He looked
at me, an expectant look on his face. The contact in the bathroom
had us both excited now we had come back into the living area. I
took his forearms and slowly pulled him towards me. I was intent
on kissing him to see exactly how much I was into men. Was it
just a cock thing, or was I really able to have another gay
experience without remorse. I leaned towards him and he closed
his eyes. I smiled to myself. He had been here before I
concluded. I grazed my lips on his and he involuntarily opened
his mouth and I embraced him. I held him close and searched into
his mouth with my tongue as I kissed him. Eventually I felt him
start to relax and soon an arm came up around my neck. I kissed
him tenderly and trailed my lips across each cheek in turn, and
then I would nibble his earlobe. I snaked my tongue into his ears
and he groaned as he clearly enjoyed this foreplay. Without
breaking the embrace I ran a hand into his crotch. He was hard
beneath his Levis. I found the lie of his cock and wrapped my
hand on it. He groaned and I felt him sag in my arms. With that
response I slowly eased him back on the divan bed, all the time
massaging his prick. He was now groaning continuously and his
mouth was wet with saliva. The boy was slobbering; slavering with
desire perhaps. I now lay across his body, leaving sufficient
room for me to undo the zipper on his jeans. Within a trice I was
reaching through the gap in his boxer shorts and took his young
cock out. He was quite big for his age, and uncut. I slowly
jacked him and his groaning became interspersed with gasps and he
whispered 'yeah, yeah�. I pulled back from him and he had his
eyes closed, as if in bliss and he wasn't with me but someone
else in his mind. I slowly jacked his cock and he continued with
the small cries of encouragement, almost mewling like a small
kitten. He was entranced by what I was doing. I eased across him
and took his cock into my mouth. I was in new territory.

I'd never sucked another man's cock before. The one previous male
sexual encounter - in my adult life at least - I had been the
top. I had been sucked then I fucked the young man I was with.
But this was the first time I had taken a cock in any shape or
form. I eased down on him and was surprised how soon I had to
stop from gagging. I thought I could take it deeper and soon I
realized how inexperienced I was as a cocksucker, so I played it
safe and worked the head and jacked his shaft. He didn't care. I
was taken totally by surprise when he suddenly jerked and cried
out "oh god oh...ahhh...." and sobbed. His cum splashed into my
mouth and I instinctively recoiled at the feel and the sudden
odor of his semen as it spilled out of him. Christ, it had only
been a matter of minutes we were at it! I pulled back and some of
his cum splashed on my cheek and down my neck. Not wanting to be
seen as a novice I resisted the urge to wipe my mouth and spit
the semen out. I nervously swallowed and I was pleasantly
surprised the fluid did not repulse me. I looked at him. He was
now moaning appreciation of the sudden, if unexpected release.
The self-assured young teen was lying on his back with his now
flaccid cock seeping semen onto his Levis. He lay with a
self-satisfied smile on his face; eyes closed. I wasn't exactly
sure what to do next. This self assured, almost jovial young teen
who had in reality, picked me up on the foreshore an hour
earlier, was in obvious bliss and enjoying the moment. How was I
to proceed with the sex when he was so clearly in some post
orgasmic world of his own? I sat up and slowly lifted his legs,
which had trailed over the side of the divan, up onto the quilt
so he was now lying prostrate, stretched out. The cock now almost
vanished back into his pants as it went back to being rather
small. He opened his eyes briefly and saw me rise. I stood and
looked at him. I wasn't fully hard but had a languid half hard on
from the sexual tension we had generated. But I was full dressed
still. In truth I was a bit disappointed. I was hoping to get at
least the immediate continuity of a blowjob, and hopefully work
up to where I could fuck him.

I went back into the bathroom and stood in front of the cabinet.
I took the paper cup and filled it with cold water and washed my
mouth. I hadn't consciously gone to wash my mouth but here I was
cleansing myself from the cum taste. Though not repugnant it was
now beginning to taste somewhat stale on my mouth and taste buds.
My cock had gone back to normal and I looked at myself in the
mirror. Was I truly capable of playing the serious gay? I
reflected on how I had met this kid. He had approached me on the
foreshore. I was standing leaning against the hood of the rental
car. Braced against the brisk wind that was blowing muddled surf
on shore. He made some remark about the weather and before I knew
where the actual rapport came from, he was getting into the car
and we were heading back to the motel I was staying in. I hadn't
for the life of me reasoned on any form of homosexual encounter
when he stopped to talk but the chat so quickly got onto the tack
of girls and his expression "I like men more than scatty girls" -
almost in contempt; spat out of his mouth. I took the bait. The
second overture had come right here in the bathroom. I had
stepped in for a pee and was bemused when he followed me. I
couldn't be faced down by such a brazen act even though I wasn't
exactly sure what was going on. I had relieved myself while he
stood watching me. As I shook my cock of the last few drops he
had smirked and said "more than three shakes and you're playing
with it"...and I had looked at him with an
oh-what-a-hackneyed-saying-that-is look. He startled me further
by reaching for me and taking me in his hand. I let him fondle me
and then he made to drop to his knees. I had muttered "not here"
and he quickly rose again and went out into the main room. My
heart was beating fast with excitement. This boy was clearly in
for sex of some sort with me. A sure bet. For some reason I
absently mindedly tucked my cock back in and zipped up my
Cargoes, before following him out into the room.

 I turned and walked back into the room. He was lying as I left
him. Appearing to be dozing and perhaps oblivious to his
surroundings and me. I looked beyond him to the two paperback
books lying on the small shelf above the divan. Two of my
favorite books with strong homosexual themes. One was called
Teleny. Though the author was anonymous, it was purportedly
written by Oscar Wilde and relates the homosexual seduction of a
young man by a rich gent. While it claimed to be anonymous, it
was reputedly almost autobiographical, if in fact Wilde wrote it.
I recalled the line "the Rubicon was crossed" where, after a bout
of fellatio, the older man finally sodomised the young man. The
line referring to the cock head breaching the sphincter as the
young man lay to receive the older seducer. All told with a
degree of eroticism which I had regularly fantasized about, while
jacking off. The other book was William Burroughs�s Soft Machine.
I had struggled with this book as it lacked clear concise
narrative. But the homosexual encounters between the young
Mexican boys occurred often enough and vividly portrayed, as to
provide images of buggering a young boy. Not a pastime I
necessarily related to but one which held a fascination for me.
These books had been gained through second hand book exchanges
and closeted in the garage where my wife would not discover them.
 Nor suspect the fascination I had in man-to-man sex. I thought
of the line "Como perros, I fuck you" from the Soft Machine. A
line uttered by one of the Mexican kids as he began to fuck
another boy kneeling on a bunk bed. "Bueno Johnny?" asks the
fucker. "Bueno" responds the boy being fucked. My cock stirred at
one of my favorite lines in the book. I sat in the lone armchair
in the room and looked at the boy lying on the bed.

Hamish reflects....

Hamish lay in blissful reverie. Despite all the encounters he had
had over the past few years, this was the first time someone had
actually blown him completely. The first to actually consider him
first. And he had loved the thrill of the mouth and tongue and
hand. He was totally unprepared for the orgasm but it was
exquisite. He opened his eyes slowly and realized it was growing
darker outside, though being winter it did not mean it was late.
He rubbed his eyes and focused on the ceiling. He recalled the
beach, the strong wind and how it whipped the surf onto the
beach. The man who was standing leaning against the front of a
car with a jacket pulled tight while the wind made his hair
stream back from his head. The man was handsome he thought. Maybe
mid-thirties. He recalled the greeting, the small talk and smiled
to himself at the way he had conducted the chat to try and see if
this guy was going to be a player. Always a cautious task, as you
never knew whom you were dealing with or how they might react.
But it had turned out OK and he had to pinch himself it was this
easy, while getting into the car. He accompanied the man back to
a motel. The man was called Simon, and he chatted about moving
towns with his job, and a wife and two children waiting at his
former address until their house sold. Hamish recalled standing
beside him in the bathroom while the man peed. Feeling the old
longings being so close to an older man. And amazed at the size
of the man's cock as he watched him shake the drops of piss - the
comment about playing with it and the man giving him the wry face
at the old saying. He touched the man's cock and there was no
objection this. He stroked it a few times and it started to grow
erect. He had stooped to take the cock in his mouth but the man
had said "not here" before tucking it in his pants. The man had
looked him in the eye. Hamish realized at that moment that the
man knew that he could do him anyway he wanted.  That seemed ages
ago; not the mere half an hour they had been together in this
rather dull motel room. He recalled the first embrace and kissing
on the divan bed, and the warm sensation in his cock. He slowly
raised himself up and looked around the gathering gloom. Then he
saw him. Sitting in the sole armchair in the cheaply furnished
room. He was watching him. He did not speak. Hamish was aware his
flies were open and he looked down. He looked back at the man and
could see why he was attracted to him. He was quite handsome and
had an authoritative air about him. The way he sat staring back
at him. Almost mesmerizing Hamish with his searing gaze. This man
had blown him, and he thoroughly enjoyed it.

"Time for phase two" Hamish said softly. More of a statement than
a question. "The time has come" Simon nodded with a slight
smile..."pun intended,� he added with a grin. Hamish stood and
went across to Simon. He sunk to his knees and put his hands on
the Simon's upper thighs. He looked for confirmation and received
it when the Simon lifted the boy's chin and looked into his eyes.
Hamish quickly opened Simon's flies and reached for him. He
fished the semi hard cock out and was surprised how big it really
was, even semi hard. He stroked it while marveling at the purple
head and the long foreskin, which appeared to vanish as the organ
became erect - the large mushroom head showing proud and dominant
at the end of the long thick member. It soon became hard with the
fondling by the boy, and Hamish was enthralled how large it grew.
He drooled and leaned forward and took it in to his mouth. He
realized this was bigger than any he had taken before and he had
difficulty attempting to draw it deep into his mouth as he knew
all men wanted. The deep penetration. Many times he had a cocked
forced beyond comfort while big adult hands had held his head.
But this man sat with his hands on the arms of the chair and
watched. He swirled the head with his tongue and jacked the
shaft. He worked the cock with practiced sucks and strokes and he
began to enjoy the sensation of the hard yet pliable cock as he
took it in as far as he could. He worked his tongue up the
underside, bending the cock back against Simon's stomach. Then
bringing it down and pushing his head as far down, as he was able
to take. True to form, the man's hands finally came to his head
and held it firm and the hips began to rise and push. He backed
off each time the hips thrust towards him. This as a self-defense
against the cock going too deep for him to take comfortably. The
man held him tighter and reasserted the push to counter Hamish
pulling back. The man took him harder and Hamish began to feel
panic as the big cock went beyond his comfort zone. He started to
gag and tried to pull away. Simon held him and he heard him
command him to "breath through your nose...steady...relax the
throat...." Hamish obeyed the directions and soon he began to get
control of his breath again and he relaxed his throat and the big
cock slid further into his throat.

Simon says....

The boy was trying to break the grip I had on his head. I was not
close to cumming but I was intent on feeling the pressure of
those beautiful lips on the entire length of my shaft. I was so
into it. I was getting close. I eased him back and this sudden
release of the pressure of me holding his head made him pull his
head of my cock and look up in surprise. He leaned back on his
haunches looking quizzically at me as I grasped my cock low at
its root and squeezed...ensuring no ejaculation would start.
"It's time Hamish,� I said softly. He nodded. He looked at the
divan and back at my cock. I smiled and nodded. We both got to
our feet and he almost stumbled as he shuffled to the edge of the
divan. He stopped and turned, looking for direction. "On your
back" I said. He hooked a toe under the heel of each sneaker in
turn and flicked the shoes off, and then he broke the button on
his Levis and with the zipper already open, the jeans fell to his
ankles. He hooked his fingers in the boxer�s waistband and eased
them down while looking at my hard cock that I was slowly
jacking. I could have sworn he licked his lips! He went to lie
along the bed but I shook my head. Instead he lay back across it
with his butt on the edge. And his feet trailed on the floor. He
was ready to assume the pose I wanted. I dropped my pants and
removed my shirt. I stood naked with my cock jutting forward
towards him. Now it was full revealed, a worried look came over
his young face. I smiled and stroked myself again. I dropped to
my knees and lifted his legs over my shoulders. I zeroed in on
the soft pucker and slowly licked forward until I penetrated him
with my tongue. This was a first for me. I was drawing on the
learning�s of all of the shoddy paperbacks I had read and jacked
off to. I rimmed him slowly and seductively for about 5 minutes
and soon he was gurgling and gasping as my tongue darted around
and in his hole. I slicked him with my so much of my saliva until
it seeped back and I was ready. Slowly rising to my feet I
slobbered in my palm and used the saliva to slick my hard cock.
It was time. I lifted his feet again, only this time I hunched
forward and pushed his knees back up against his chest. His Butt
lifted off the edge of the divan and I moved my cock head to the
wet pucker. "Be gentle" I heard him gasp as the mushroom head
eased the sphincter apart and I slowly but surely slid into his
anus.

The fly on the wall sees all..

Hamish let out a sigh; almost of relief, as Simon's prick pushed
the sphincter apart and it eased in about an inch and a half, or
maybe two. Simon felt his prick bending as the pressure of the
sphincter held the thickest part but slowly the muscle eased
further and the thick part of the cock - the second inch or so
after the mushroom head - moved into the looser rectal cavity.
And then the slight taper of the cock towards the base, allowed
Simon to ease home, as the sphincter wasn't stretched so tightly.
The boy was panting deeply; steeling himself against the initial
pain and the anal discomfort of the sphincter being stretched
beyond its normal function. His hands, palm down, clutched at the
bedspread and he looked into the older man's face. Simon stared
back at the boy, between his legs bent back against the chest.
Lovers would take the pause between the full penetration and the
start of lovemaking to kiss. But to Simon this was nothing more
than pure carnal lust. To fuck a boy - another man - which was
something he had enjoyed only twice before. He simply stared into
the boy�s eyes and slowly started the fuck. A look of control and
dominance in his eyes. The sexual subjugation of the boy. Simon
reared up on the balls of his feet and pushed the last possible
inch of his cock into the boy, and then rocking back slowly,
withdrew his prick. He was cautious not to pull too far back lest
the tight sphincter expel his member - the task it was made for.
To expel, not receive penetration. Simon slowly eased up again
and moved forward. Hamish was now breathing steadily as he felt
his anus rent open by the thick invader. He groans audibly and
hissed through his teeth as the man insisted on reaming as deep
as he could. Some foreign ache materializing in his guts as the
prick bottomed out against the lower colon. But now Simon had
found his rhythm and he was slowly increasing the speed of his
penetration of the boy. He stood a little more upright and took
the boy by the ankles and lifted the legs up off the chest;
almost vertical and now he was able to fuck steadily by
undulating from the hips.

He fucked the boy as he would fuck a girl or as he often fucked
his wife. Simon was astounded at the difference in pressure he
felt this way and his cock began to feel that old sweet ache from
the foreskin skimming the actual shaft; trapped by the grip of
the sphincter. So that the cock meat inside moved back and forth
within the foreskin. Simon gasped and sighed in rapture. Fuck
this was the only way to fly. His wife was like a loose slick
tube compared to the heat and tightness of this boy. His passion
for the fucking began to increase and he was conscious he was
starting to perspire as he was steadily buried his cock up to the
balls in this boy. And then easing back so that only the head was
engaged. The boy was now getting into being fucked and had
changed from the low moan of discomfort into little cries of
enjoyment as Simon's cock occasionally skimmed the prostrate.
Simon was startled at first. He hadn't actually considered the
boy enjoying this beyond the emotional plane, but realized he was
gaining real satisfaction from the cock. Simon realized it was
when the cock was not quite fully engaged on a slight upward
traverse that the boy made the mewling sounds. So he adjusted his
feet, back a few inches from the divan edge, and bore his cock up
on the in-stroke. The boy gasped immediately as the pleasure of
the cock now rubbing the prostate hit him. "Yessssssss" he gasped
through his teeth. "That's it...oooh...fuuuck. Fuck me ...fuck
me...oooohhhh...come into me". Simon grabbed the boys legs around
each thigh and stepped back in closer, only now he was slightly
stooped and using his whole lower body to rut the boys anus.
Hamish was now starting to whimper and his hands grasped Simon's
forearms for leverage back against the thrusts, and he motioned
the older man to bury hard. Simon responded by pushing hard,
withdrawing, then pushing back. He could hear his thighs slapping
the boy�s buttocks as he rammed home. Both men were now gasping
and sweat was running between their bodies like a small rivulets
at the juncture of the older mans pubis and the boys stretched
anus. Running down the boy�s butt crack, dripping onto the
bedspread.

Simon felt the small of his back sopping wet, and the sweat
running down his butt crack and onto the underside of his
scrotum. He was now fucking the boy hard and deep and felt the
lovely luscious ache of his impending orgasm starting to build in
the centre of his groin. He was aware of the effort he was
putting in to fucking this boy and yet he was also savoring the
sweet ache of the buildup to his orgasm. The boy was now gasping
and uttering little cries like a sobbing child, when all of a
sudden he let out a groan and a yelp, almost a crying sob and
bucked his pinned hips back at Simon. Simon took this as a spur
and began slamming the boy hard. The boy was cumming profusely
onto his own stomach. Shooting up under his own chin to start
with. Simon saw the while globs appear on the boy's chest and was
somewhat surprised, initially not realizing that he was cumming.
The carnal nature of the situation took Simon over the edge. He
cried out as his own orgasm suddenly consumed him and he rammed
the boy hard, and somewhat viciously, bringing cries of pain and
discomfort from the boy, who was trying to savor the afterglow of
his own orgasm. Still the man thrust deep, causing a return of
the discomfort the boy had felt earlier. Simon was now spurting
into the rectal cavity and slamming the boy hard. He held
Hamish's legs splayed apart, holding them just below the knees.
He rutted the boy like an animal as he grunted the last of his
release, and then letting the legs drop, fell forward onto the
boy. Almost in a faint.

Hamish rationalizes...

Hamish wasn't sure how long the man laid on him, his cock slowly
softening before finally slipping out. There was a strong odor of
semen mixed with the mucus of the discharge from the anal cavity.
Mucus and cum leaking out of the boy. Being expelled by the air
that builds up in the rectal cavity, by the pumping action of the
cock. Hamish felt left out. The man was clearly lost in his own
pleasure. Hamish's anus was throbbing a dull annoying ache. The
man had hurt him with the final animal like thrusts. He was
disappointed. He thought this man would be different to all the
rest. After all he had kissed him earlier. Somehow he felt Simon
might care about what was happening between them. But in the end
the outcome was just the same. Hamish needed space and some
solitude now. He realized the man was in a light doze. He gently
eased the man to one side, muttering he had to pee. The man
reared up enough for Hamish to get out from under him and he fled
to the bathroom. His anus felt tender and a slight ache from
within his guts told him he had been well fucked. He had
previously been penetrated fully only once by an older friend of
his father; when he was 14. He hadn't enjoyed it but this time he
knew there was more than enough enjoyment present to overcome
this discomfort he felt right now. He stood in front of the
toilet bowl and ripped some paper from the roll. He drew it
gingerly up against the pucker and winced a little as the
pressure of the paper irritated the sensitive rose-shaped hole.
He wiped and looked at the smear of feces and cum on the paper
then dropping it into the bowl. It smelt a strong musty smell.
Almost like that low odor of sweat that accumulates in the butt
crack and groin after sweaty strenuous exercise. Hamish repeated
the ablution with the toilet paper until it was clean after
wiping. He flushed the toilet and turned and looked at himself in
the mirror.

18 years old, high school senior and destined as valedictorian at
graduation. He felt a little ashamed. He was a good sportsman,
had regular girlfriends since his sophomore year and yet he was
really a closet fag. This was the furthest he gone anally since
Mr. Johns sodomised him during a sleepover 4 years back. Johns
was a friend of the family who had worked on the boy over a
period of months, and initiated him into fellatio and mutual
masturbation. Then eventually introducing his fingers into the
boy�s anus, well slicked with Vaseline or KY. Hamish quickly
adapted to this invasion of his anus as he had developed a crush
on the man. John�s eventually persuaded Hamish into anal sex that
one night. It was not a successful experiment. Johns was not
patient and Hamish was scared and tense. The experience was
painful and tears flowed. Johns himself was chastened by his
actions and immediately cried of further contact with Hamish. But
Hamish had learned enough from the overall experience to learn
more about himself and he realized he was more interested in
males than females. The early homosexual encounters reinforced
his real feelings and desires. Soon after his fifteenth birthday,
and a number of hand-job and blowjob encounters at summer camp,
he'd began making clandestine visits to a block of public toilets
and seedy streets where rough homosexual favors could be shared.
He was always the suck boy. Hardly anyone ever blew him. But he
liked the fact that these nameless, often faceless men, reveled
in what he could do for them. He felt a sense of power at taking
the cock in hand and sucking or jacking it such that the man was
totally in his control. Until the end when often it turned hard
and violent. Often with expletives and abuse as the cock's owner
would cum and ram his throat without care.  He'd drunk so much
strange cum in the last three years, and a bit before that, since
he was about 12 when a camp councilor taught him how to suck his
cock. From there the fascination grew and he realized going
through puberty, that the nearness of men excited him in a way
being with girls did not. He went into his teens as a handsome
boy and soon girls showed an interest. Being in a basically
homophobic environment at school and home, it was easier to mask
the feelings he held inside and perfect the art of being
heterosexual, with a steady stream of girls for dates and the
occasional �steady�.

He finished his reflecting and realized the absurdity of standing
there with his upper body still clothed and his cock hanging in
front of bare legs below his polo shirt. He turned and quietly
walked out into the room. The man had pulled himself completely
up onto the divan bed and was lying face down, looking away from
him. He tiptoed around to the other side of the bed and retrieved
his jeans. As noiselessly as possible, he pulled the Levis on.
Then he retrieved his sneakers and standing on one foot,
systematically put each shoe on without tying the lace. His light
windbreaker jacket was lying over the back of the single armchair
in the motel room and he moved across and retrieved it, not
bothering to put it on. He let himself out of the room and walked
quickly away from the location, while putting the jacket on and
zipping it up. When he got about 100 yards away he stooped and
tied the laces on the sneakers. He thrust his hands in the
pockets of the jacket as the cool wind bit at his neck and head.
He walked quickly away from the site.

The End

� 2004 Romany. Protected by copyright law. Please do not copy,
edit, amend or post this on any website without the author�s
permission. Acknowledgements: William Burroughs: �The Soft
Machine� Anonymous (Oscar Wilde): �Teleny�

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