One afternoon my flat mate said he's got a date coming over and would it be ok if I gave them some space. I agreed thinking one on top of the other doesn't take up a lot of space.
No sooner had I agreed than the phone went and whoops, “sorry, but can I bring a friend. Maybe he'll get on with your friend.
And so it was agreed I'd be the dummy while they played games.
So with a bit of compromise the dinner for two became a dinner for four and come the appointed hour they arrived. The door bell went, the door opened.
Well, I was go smacked. Two blonde, tall athletic Swedish boys, blue yes and perfect smiles. My part of the deal was far from being a dog!
I managed to sort out drinks and dinner and small talk while drooling at the prospects ahead for my fiend and wondering if I would be “allowed” the other one for friendly frolic. They were both very friendly and lots of arms round shoulders, a few photographs and generally checking over of the goods. They looked, no inhibitions, helped clear stuff away and wow, a couple of nice asses between them and it looked like decent packages – so on the plus side it looked like my flat mate would be getting something substantial. So after coffee and another drink my friend suggested they go and look at some photographs of his previous trip to Sweden. They had met up a few times so he knew what he was in for, or what would be getting in him.
There was a silence for a moment and the remaining guy came and sat by me. His hand went on my knee and slipped up my leg, he leaned in and kissed me. We could... he said
So we went to my bedroom, almost as soon as the door was closed my clothes were being removed and soon both naked. Awesome, really honed body, lots of good walking, fresh air and clean living. My eyes traversed his body down the treasure trail to the blondest bush I'd set eyes on, and a pendulous, but growing, appendage. Needless to say I was boner right up.
He pulled me in, pressed his lips to mine and he kissed as his hands wandered, travelled and found my tactile spots and then I was on the bed with him sucking my cock down his throat, pushing me round to return the favour – I couldn't wait but was apprehensive as he had what could only be called a big one, not only thick but long, but perfectly shaped. I took most, never got right down to getting my nose in his bush before I gagged. We came up for air, he kissed ore then my legs went up and my knees behind my ears and he was rubbing his cock over my manhole, wetting his finger and rubbing it over . I pointed to the lube, he applied to his cock and me, poked his greasy finger deep and then eased in. Lots of deep breathing and silently saying relax relax. Slowly, inch my inch he eased in till his bush rubbed. He leaned back and teased my cock, rolling my foreskin, spitting on it and rubbing it, teasing my nipples and began to ride me back and forth judging how far out to pull before sinking deep inside me. Hit the spot alright. Kisses, touching teasing and controlling, he didn't let me climax, knew when to stop but continued to slowly fuck and penetrate till he was ready and then I could feel him growing more, hardening harder and then, through my sphincter I could feel the force of cum as he shot wave after wave it seemed as I rose to a climax and covered my chest, looking into his eyes. Feeling the moment.
He relaxed, I felt him go smaller, he retracted, my legs came down I stretched and smiled and he kissed me deep, we laid side by side just touching. My hand grazed down his tummy into his bush, nicely sweat matted.
We showered together, got dressed and back into the sitting room for a drink, conversation was easy no, and I was full, sore, and ached and a little cramped but totally satisfied.
The door opened and my flat mate came in with his gent, glowing. I fixed them drinks, they look questioning but got no response, at that time our frolic was our secret.
A few years later and I was going over a gay website when I came across a picture I recognised, my old flat and the four of us raising glasses. The caption said “Good times in England!”, from the looks the picture had circulated Sweden and elsewhere, but alas no one ever came up and asked if we'd give them a “Good time in England”
No sooner had I agreed than the phone went and whoops, “sorry, but can I bring a friend. Maybe he'll get on with your friend.
And so it was agreed I'd be the dummy while they played games.
So with a bit of compromise the dinner for two became a dinner for four and come the appointed hour they arrived. The door bell went, the door opened.
Well, I was go smacked. Two blonde, tall athletic Swedish boys, blue yes and perfect smiles. My part of the deal was far from being a dog!
I managed to sort out drinks and dinner and small talk while drooling at the prospects ahead for my fiend and wondering if I would be “allowed” the other one for friendly frolic. They were both very friendly and lots of arms round shoulders, a few photographs and generally checking over of the goods. They looked, no inhibitions, helped clear stuff away and wow, a couple of nice asses between them and it looked like decent packages – so on the plus side it looked like my flat mate would be getting something substantial. So after coffee and another drink my friend suggested they go and look at some photographs of his previous trip to Sweden. They had met up a few times so he knew what he was in for, or what would be getting in him.
There was a silence for a moment and the remaining guy came and sat by me. His hand went on my knee and slipped up my leg, he leaned in and kissed me. We could... he said
So we went to my bedroom, almost as soon as the door was closed my clothes were being removed and soon both naked. Awesome, really honed body, lots of good walking, fresh air and clean living. My eyes traversed his body down the treasure trail to the blondest bush I'd set eyes on, and a pendulous, but growing, appendage. Needless to say I was boner right up.
He pulled me in, pressed his lips to mine and he kissed as his hands wandered, travelled and found my tactile spots and then I was on the bed with him sucking my cock down his throat, pushing me round to return the favour – I couldn't wait but was apprehensive as he had what could only be called a big one, not only thick but long, but perfectly shaped. I took most, never got right down to getting my nose in his bush before I gagged. We came up for air, he kissed ore then my legs went up and my knees behind my ears and he was rubbing his cock over my manhole, wetting his finger and rubbing it over . I pointed to the lube, he applied to his cock and me, poked his greasy finger deep and then eased in. Lots of deep breathing and silently saying relax relax. Slowly, inch my inch he eased in till his bush rubbed. He leaned back and teased my cock, rolling my foreskin, spitting on it and rubbing it, teasing my nipples and began to ride me back and forth judging how far out to pull before sinking deep inside me. Hit the spot alright. Kisses, touching teasing and controlling, he didn't let me climax, knew when to stop but continued to slowly fuck and penetrate till he was ready and then I could feel him growing more, hardening harder and then, through my sphincter I could feel the force of cum as he shot wave after wave it seemed as I rose to a climax and covered my chest, looking into his eyes. Feeling the moment.
He relaxed, I felt him go smaller, he retracted, my legs came down I stretched and smiled and he kissed me deep, we laid side by side just touching. My hand grazed down his tummy into his bush, nicely sweat matted.
We showered together, got dressed and back into the sitting room for a drink, conversation was easy no, and I was full, sore, and ached and a little cramped but totally satisfied.
The door opened and my flat mate came in with his gent, glowing. I fixed them drinks, they look questioning but got no response, at that time our frolic was our secret.
A few years later and I was going over a gay website when I came across a picture I recognised, my old flat and the four of us raising glasses. The caption said “Good times in England!”, from the looks the picture had circulated Sweden and elsewhere, but alas no one ever came up and asked if we'd give them a “Good time in England”