A Chance Encounter

Damien spoke up “Okay, fair enough, I’ll go first. Let me see, where shall I begin? Mmm perhaps when we moved here would be a good place to start. We moved in here about eleven years ago just as we were due to start senior school. For the first couple of years it was like a building site as mum and dad renovated the inside of the house and converted the walled garden into the pool area. From an early age we showed potential as being good swimmers and dad being very competitive himself was determined to turn us into world class swimmers at the very least. Most of my teenage years seem to have been spent in the pool churning up length after length honing my skills and stamina. Although I enjoy swimming it’s never been my burning ambition to compete so dad was very disappointed in me when having qualified at fifteen to represent my school in the county competitions I announced that I was more interested in pursuing an academic path. For the next couple of years it was a battle of wills but I won in the long run and headed off to Southampton University to undertake a degree in Business Studies. The irony is that for years as a teenager dad and I were at logger heads, but having finished the degree and moved back home, we get on brilliantly and are closer than ever. I now even work with him as part of the family business. There is only one subject which never gets broached and that is my sex life, they hint and hint about finding me the right girl and having grand kids but I don’t bite telling them that there’s plenty of time and I’m too young to worry about that sort of thing just yet. To be honest I haven’t met the right girl or boy that I want to settle down with but I’m always open to suggestions....” he trailed off giving me a sly wink.

“Oi you, hands off he’s mine!” Gary growled “I’ve warned you already about poaching on my territory.”

Damien held up his hands laughing but still couldn’t resist throwing me a come to bed look, which I did my best to ignore.

Lawrence, ever the gentleman, intervened by saying “I’m next I guess. I won’t repeat what Damien’s already told you, our paths diverged when he went off to university. I too did my A-Levels but I wasn’t academic enough to do a degree nor anywhere a good enough swimmer like Damien to compete locally or nationally. Instead I remained in St. Ives and studied to become a life guard and then a personal fitness instructor at the leisure centre. Recently I have been seeking advice from both dad and Damien about setting up my own fitness company, I have ambitions, and it’s just gaining the confidence to take that first step which is the hard bit.”

“Yeah I know what you mean” I replied “it’s a mountain to climb at first but it does get easier especially as you gain more experience and therefore more confidence. Can I ask a question?”

“Sure, ask away.” He nodded encouragingly.

“I understand that Gary rents an apartment from your mum and dad but I get the impression that you two know him in another sense other than just being the lodger, if you’ll excuse the expression. I’m curious to know what the connection is.”

“Oh, that’s easy.” Lawrence replied. “We are all members of the ‘Newquay & St. Ives Surfing Club’ but we didn’t actually become friends until after he moved into the apartment, only then did we realise that we had a connection. Having something in common helped us become friends initially and gave me the courage to increase my social network of friends and contacts. Gary has been very supportive towards both of us and I for one class him now as being one of my best friends”.

“Awe thanks mate, I’m touched.” Gary chipped in.

“Cool, now being totally nosey and you can tell me to mind my own business if you want but how on earth were you able to take my fist so easily?” I asked as the others chuckled in reaction to my question.

“Well, I have or rather I should say Damien and I have a several friends that we have very discreet ‘games’ evenings. One of the guys is very much into arse play and he has been the key to me being able to expand my horizons, so to speak.” He explained quite openly.

“Why are they very discreet?” I asked, thinking I already knew the answer to that question.

“Most of the guys are married. St. Ives is a small town and word gets round fast in this place. One is even in the surf club, not that you’d know he’s into guys just from looking at him” Lawrence announced as if he was imparting a great secret to the group.

“Oh you must mean Jack” Gary said thoughtfully “he’s the only other guy I can think of in the group who enjoys sex with men.”

“How do you know about him?” Damien asked, clearly surprised and a little miffed “He said that we were the only two guys he’s ever been with!”

I couldn’t help but laugh, clearly Jack was yet another guy who would say anything to keep a shag (or in this case, shags) on board. Judging by Gary’s expression he was thinking along the same lines, either that or he knew Jack just as intimately as they did.

Time to change the subject I decided, so I announced “Okay guys, it’s Gary’s turn to spill the beans.”

Sighing dramatically Gary thought for a moment before starting “As you know Luke and I went to school together but we went our separate ways after our A-Levels. I studied for a degree in art and design at Reading University for three years whilst living at home to keep costs down. However by the end of three years I was desperate to leave home and gain some independence so I did a year’s teacher training course at Bath University to become an Art Teacher. After qualifying as a teacher I spent some time looking for the right job in the right location, finally I found the perfect position as a supply teacher for Cornwall County Council. It meant that I would get to see much more of the county than I would if I was based at one school and it would also increase my network of contacts should I want a more settled role. The only drawback to the job is that it’s part time so it doesn’t bring in quite enough money to fund my way of life. This is where my other jobs as a graphic designer and interior designer come in, I have been able to build up a good client base over the last couple of years and now get prospective clients coming to me by word of mouth which is great. For recreational activities I belong to the same surfing club as Damien and Lawrence, I also belong to a swimming club, a ramblers club and also a sailing club based at Falmouth. I have been free and single ever since leaving University until last week when I lost my heart to a handsome stranger......”

I groaned at the corny ending to his speech and stuck my fingers down my throat to emphasise my point.

“No seriously” he protested “I know I have said it so many times in the last week but I have no intention of letting you leave my life again, we belong together I am absolutely positive about this.”

“I know you are and so am I.” I said in an attempt to placate him before continuing “However there is one little detail you have omitted to tell me and that is how you came to rent an apartment in this beautiful house.”

“Ah, that was by sheer luck if I’m totally honest about the matter. I hadn’t long been a supply teacher and was keen to find a place of my own, up until then I had rented a room in a shared house but it was far from ideal. One day during my lunch break I was scanning the local paper for suitable properties to rent when the school secretary wandered past and just out of curiosity asked me what I was seeking. When I mentioned that I was looking for a place to call my own but renting rather than buying, she exclaimed that she might just have a solution to my problem. Her friend, Frances Rivans and her husband had recently bought a property which was a little bigger than they needed so they were converting three of the upstairs bedrooms into a self-contained unit. They were hoping to rent it out long term to a suitable person to provide an extra income for the household but had been unsuccessful in finding a suitable tenant. She asked me if I would be interested, I replied that I would be providing that the rent was affordable and that we could meet up face to face to see how we got on. By the end of the following week I had been over to meet Frances and Derek and view the apartment, everything just seemed to fall into place. We got on well (and still do), I loved the whole location and the rent was affordable. Within a month contracts had been signed and I had moved in, with what little possessions I had. I have been living here happily ever since.”

“So when did you first get intimately acquainted with these two guys?” I asked pointing to the twins.

“Um, let me think. It must have been three years ago I reckon, yes it would have been. Damien had returned from University for the summer holidays, he and Lawrence had been celebrating their nineteenth birthday all day and into the night with a few friends in town (St. Ives) and then brought them all home – much to Frances and Derek’s alarm! I kept well out of the way in my apartment, drunken teenagers are only funny if you’re one yourself, sorry guys but it’s true....”

Damien and Lawrence, the targets of this comment nodded ruefully at the memory of that day before Gary continued with his narrative.

“I went to bed as normal that night, not giving the party another thought, sometime in the early hours I heard a car pull up, a taxi I found out later, and their friends made a rather hushed exit. I drifted off to sleep only to be roused by a quiet knocking on my door. Groggily I stumbled out of bed wearing only my customary T-shirt; I opened my front door a crack to see who it was. Swaying slightly, Damien stood facing me with a slightly impatient look on his face, noticing that my door was open ajar he pushed against it with all of his might sending me stumbling backwards. Quickly he closed the door behind me and put his finger to my lips in a bid to keep me quiet. I was about to ask him what he wanted when his actions made it quite clear. Pushing me up against the wall he sank to his knees, with one hand he lifted the bottom of my shirt up and with the other he held onto my waist. His mouth quickly found my cock, sucking it in as it was small and soft he proceeded to massage it with his tongue and lips. Very quickly I sprung to attention, going with the flow of the moment I grasped the back of his head and fucked his mouth mercilessly until with a stifled groan I shot my load down his throat. For such a young guy he was a master cock sucker, he drained me until I was dry, although I had come once he didn’t let go and continued his administrations until I was hard again. I came several times until I had nothing in me left to give. Finally he was satisfied; he stood up rather unsteadily then thanked me for being such a good sport before leaving quietly shutting the door behind him. Bemused I returned to bed not knowing what to make of the incident or how it would affect things in the morning. I must have been in bed all of ten minutes when there was another knock on the door, now what I thought to myself, as yet again I went to answer the door. This time Lawrence was standing there, not wanting to be caught out again I simply opened the door wide and ushered him inside before closing the door silently. He came straight out and said that Damien had said I was a swell guy and that perhaps I wouldn’t mind Lawrence paying a visit. I shrugged my shoulders but made it quite clear that I wasn’t standing on ceremony and wanted to lie down as I was exhausted. He was keen to follow me into the bedroom and as I lay back down he practically pounced on me, flipping me over onto my front and spreading my legs at the same time. I spent the next ten minutes being intensively rimmed; I was so relaxed at the end of it I think my hole could have taken a horse’s dick! Thankfully, and this is no insult to Lawrence, he isn’t built like one otherwise I would have been split open. Before I knew it Lawrence had slipped it up me and was thrusting away like there was no tomorrow. Despite the crazy situation I was in heaven and was a little disappointed when I felt him come up me before pulling out and making a quick quiet exit. I fell asleep where I lay and it was only in the morning did I think carefully about what had happened during the night.”

“Blimey!” was all I could think of to say in response; then I asked “So, exactly what did happen the next morning?”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing” Gary said “the twins spent most of the next day sleeping off their hangovers. Late in the afternoon they finally surfaced much to their parent’s amusement and lack of sympathy, neither of them gave any indication that anything out of the ordinary had happened the previous night. I for one wasn’t going to say anything! It wasn’t until Frances and Derek were both safely out of the way did the subject get broached by Lawrence (Damien had returned to University by that time) of that night. From that point on we have had an ongoing arrangement that we have casual no-strings sex whenever their parents haven’t been around.”

I looked over to the twins to see if this was the case; it clearly was as they were happily nodding in agreement.

Damien, forward as ever, asked “So Luke, now that you know our little secret would you like to join our group or will we have to silence you forever?”

Laughing I replied “I thought I had already become a member. Wasn’t our escapades round the pool my audition?”

“That’s a very good point” Damien agreed “consider yourself a fully fledged member and now bound by the secrecy rules.”

The rest of the evening passed quickly, with the help of the beers that we were drinking no doubt. We were clearing the barbeque away when Gary’s mobile rang, answering it he wandered away from the group in deep discussion with the caller before returning looking a bit sheepish.

“That was Jack to remind us about the pre-competition practise which we agreed to attend tomorrow morning in Newquay. I’m sorry Luke I completely forgot all about it.”

“Shit, so have I!” Lawrence added.

“I thought it was next week” Damien chipped in.

“That’s no problem” I replied “I’ve had a great time today, I can’t drive home right now because I’ve been drinking but if I leave when you do in the morning I won’t hold you up.”

Gary looked a little crestfallen “If you’ve got nothing planned can’t you join us? I know you don’t surf but I’m sure you’ll still have fun and the guys are a great laugh and very friendly.”

“Especially Jack!” Damien cried out giggling at the same time.

“If you’re sure I won’t get in the way then I’d love to come along for the ride” I announced; anything to increase the time I could spend with Gary I thought to myself.

The subject was closed and the clearing up got underway in earnest, it was going to be an early start. By the time we had finished I was ready for bed, it had been a long day and said so to Gary. He simply smiled in response before leading me up the stairs to his apartment. Inside it wasn’t quite what I had expected, instead of the traditional turn of the century decor which was the style for the rest of the house, the apartment was ultra modern and very much to my liking. Walking into the bedroom Gary casually stripped off his clothes before announcing that he was going to have a shower, would I like one too? Absolutely, I thought to myself, I felt distinctly grimy from the barbeque. Ten minutes later we were snuggled up in bed feeling a lot cleaner from the shower, it just felt so right laying there held gently in his arms, spooned together. I was drifting off to sleep when I felt his cock stirring and begin to nudge between my cheeks, unable to resist I gently pushed back onto him to indicate my willingness. Understanding my signal I felt the bed creak and him move away briefly, then a drawer opened and rummaging ensued. All too soon I felt the familiar cold jolt of lube being applied to my anus before his cockhead was pushed inside my willing hole sliding all the way in with one smooth push. This proved to be a slow and gentle fuck, each time he was about to come he would stop until the urge had passed before continuing again. How long it lasted I just don’t know, I had drifted off to sleep more than once then waking to find his cock still buried deep inside and hard as ever slowly sliding in and out. Finally with his classic cry he shot a huge load up inside me, kissed me on the back of my neck and held me tight in his arms. I fell asleep for the final time with him still inside me.

CHAPTER 5

I woke to the sound of an alarm clock, disorientated for a second or two I rolled over to find the bed empty and remembered I was not in my own bed. I could hear the shower running and Gary cheerfully singing, not bad voice I thought to myself. I climbed out of bed and joined him for a shower, shave and unloading of his night time gift. There was nothing romantic about this though, we were on a time limit and needed to be on the road to Newquay within the next hour.

An hour later on the dot, the four of us were leaving St. Ives in the Galaxy people carrier along with three surf boards and all the gear they needed for the day. The journey was spent with tales being told of the club’s history, their achievements over the years and a brief resume of the guys that I was likely to meet. I tried to take it all in but by the end of the journey my eyes had started to glaze over and I was relieved to get out of the car and change the subject!

We made our way down from the car park to the beach where the other guys were waiting for us, there had to be a dozen in total but the guy that stood out from the rest was Jack. He was the eldest guy in the group and clearly the leader, I would have said he was in his late forties early fifties and definitely an alpha male! He was very well developed (almost too much so) but quite short in height with greying short cropped hair, clean shaven and sparkling blue eyes. He wouldn’t have looked out of place in the army, probably the one that shouts at the poor new recruits! Having said that he was very friendly; he shook my hand when introduced to me and gave me a very searching look. When all the introductions were over it was down to business, I made myself comfortable on a blanket looking after their gear while they changed into their wetsuits and went to play in the waves – oops, sorry, honed their surfing skills I should say. Despite my reservations I did actually enjoy the couple of hours spent on the beach, not only did I top up my sun tan but I got to do some people watching. Okay eyeing up the male talent, if I’m being honest and there was plenty of it, from the local teenage chavs posing with their girlfriends to yummy daddies and not forgetting the local surfers of which there were loads. Outside of these delights I was joined every now and again by the club surfers coming back to have a rest and take in fluids (energy drinks). It was nice to chat to them especially as I had already been given the background to them; at least I didn’t come across as being too ignorant. Best of all Gary made the effort to see me several times to let me know that I hadn’t been forgotten, as he got up to leave each time he would find some way of discretely caress me so as not to attract attention to us. My heart swelled in response even if he didn’t look too glamorous in black and red rubbers!

It was late lunchtime by the time Jack called it a day on the training session and as the guys changed back into their regular clothes attention turned towards food as they had worked up an appetite from all their hard work. After a few minutes discussion fish and chips from the sea front chippy was the favourite choice so en masse we descended on the shop before sitting on the sea wall and wolfing down the piping hot food.

Slowly over the next hour the surfers drifted off home until only five remained: Jack, Damien, Lawrence, Gary and me. Unknown to me the afternoon was about to take an unexpected turn and one that would be an eye opener in more ways than one.

As we began to get restless Jack announced that he was having an open house this afternoon to friends and we were all invited to join him if we wished. I thought this was a lovely gesture especially as I didn’t really know him, I was about to respond when I noticed the reactions of the other guys. Damien and Lawrence were grinning from ear to ear and immediately accepted the invitation whilst Gary was looking at me thoughtfully before saying that if I would like to go then he would too. I could see no reason not to; it would be a nice ending to the day before I return home to Truro this evening, so I said that I was up for a bit of socialising. Jack seemed pleased with the decision and indicated that we should follow him home once our gear was loaded into the car.

The first part of the journey was straight forward, we drove cross country until we got to Coldharbour and joined the A30 on which we stayed until Redruth where we headed cross country once again to Portreath. The second part was more hair raising. Sitting, or rather clinging on for dear life, in the back of the Galaxy amongst the bags and boxes I was reminded of rally driving. Damien was driving as fast as the road would allow while Lawrence was doing his best to keep his eye on Jack’s jeep in front. Apparently Jack’s place was very hard to find even if you knew where it was.

About three miles outside Portreath Jack’s jeep rounded a corner in the road and abruptly disappeared.

“Right! Right! Right!” Lawrence yelled as he spotted the narrow track down which the jeep was travelling throwing up dust as he did so. Damien spun the wheel and our vehicle careered round the corner and then bounced along the rough track. The twins were yelling in excitement but I noticed that like me Gary was silently holding on for dear life.

Thankfully this part of our journey only lasted for about ten minutes as we followed the track down between the increasingly steep sides of a small gorge. At the end of the gorge we did a sharp left turn and there facing us was our destination, Jack’s house. It had originally been two fishermen’s cottages but he had converted them into one unit but kept all the original features. It looked so quaint and in such an ideal location, the twins were correct no one would ever guess the existence of this place; it was hidden from above by the cliffs and from the sides by the rocky outcrops at either end of the bay. We parked next to the jeep on the small bit of grass behind the house before climbing out and stretching our stiff bodies. As we did so Jack came out to greet us smiling broadly.

“Welcome gentleman to my home, please come inside. The others will be arriving in a short while.” He said waving us through his front door and into his hallway before leading us to the lounge.

We sat waiting for a few minutes making idle conversation and studied the room while Jack made us coffees. On his return he outlined the plans for the afternoon and evening. His other guests would be arriving in an hour or so, after some chilling out we will be playing some games either inside or on the beach depending how long the weather stays hot and at a convenient break we will have a bite to eat. This sounded good to us we said and asked if there’s anything we could do to help.

“No, no, no! You’re my guests I want you to enjoy yourselves while you’re here not spend your time working! Why don’t you guys go for a swim to freshen up or perhaps take in the scenery? The beach is quite long and there’s a path which leads you through a wooded area before you reach the cliff top if you feel adventurous.” Jack said addressing us as a group.

“Ah there is one other thing I need to mention” he continued “and I hope this won’t come as too much of a bombshell. I have a strict dress code for all guests and visitors; clothing is not permitted under any circumstances. The reason being I find it a great leveller, people can’t judge each other by their clothing and it brings people down to earth when they realise they have nothing to hide behind. So if you don’t mind please would you remove all of your clothing and footwear now please, I will keep them safe in the spare bedroom until it is time to leave.”

His tone was assertive and left no room for doubting that he was serious about his house rules. So with only a brief glance at the other guys I removed my clothes. First I took off my trainers and socks, then my jeans and boxers, finally as I removed my T-shirt I stood there stark naked for a moment before I folded up my clothes and handed them to Jack. I watched the other three do exactly the same thing until we all stood in a small group starkers while Jack took our pile of clothes upstairs. On his return I noticed that Jack was still wearing his clothes and asked

“Jack, I don’t want to appear rude but why are you still dressed?”

“Good question Luke” he replied quite amicably “The reason is simple, some of the other guests who are coming have never been here before and if I need to go and pick them up in the jeep I can’t really do that naked without causing problems with the law!”

“Fair enough.” Was all that I could think of in response.

As there was nothing left to say on the subject and Jack was making moves to get on with his preparations we headed out of the cottage and onto the beach. There was a slight breeze, just enough to make the stifling heat more bearable and I must admit it did feel liberating standing in a wide open space stark naked. I commented on this fact to the others and got a unanimous agreement on the subject. Our feet naturally guided us down to the shoreline and we casually ambled along from one end of the cove to the other taking in the scenery as we did so. At some point Gary took my hand and we held each other’s in a relaxed and natural way for the rest of the walk.

By the time we had walked both ways along the beach I was feeling hot from the sun so I suggested a quick dip in the sea to cool off. Boy was the water cold! I danced a little jig as the waves hit my tackle and then dived in to get the shock over with. The others had been braver by running straight in with little war cries to distract themselves from the cold. Before long we adjusted to the temperature and spent some considerable time horsing around in the water in between races to see who could swim to the rocky outcrops and back.

Eventually we tired of our games in the water and having got cold we made our way back on to the beach and laid down on the warm sand to dry off. The sound of a car arriving broke the spell and as it pulled up I looked over to see two guys, perhaps in their forties get out of the car carrying a large hold all bag between them. Seeing us they smiled and waved with their free hands before putting the bag down and sauntering over to us.

“Hi guys!” The slightly taller guy said “I’m Steve and this is my partner, Mick. Pleased to meet you. I see that Jack has already informed you of the house rules. No, there’s no need to get up, we will have formal introductions when we join you in a few moments. We’re just going to drop off our toys bag and then be right back.”

He was true to his word, they were back within a short while and as naked as the day they were born. Despite myself I couldn’t help but stare at them as they walked towards us, they may not have been the most handsome of men but what they lacked in looks they sure made up in other ways! Steve was taller of the two, a red head with a close cropped beard, slim build but defined musculature and the biggest cock I’ve ever seen when flaccid. It had to be a good six inches in length and bounced against his thighs as he walked, heaven knows how big it would be when erect. Mick was a little shorter but heavier set, clean shaven with skin a pale milk chocolate and black shoulder length hair left naturally to form tight ringlets. He was more modestly endowed but what drew my attention was his massive biceps and the largest pair of hands that I have seen in a long time, each finger was like a sausage, that and his swagger was noticeable.

As they joined us we sat up in response and invited them to sit down opposite us, creating a circle to make talking easier for all concerned. We took it in turns to introduce ourselves and give a brief resume about ourselves, sounds all very formal but it wasn’t really and it helped form the basis of new friendships, always a good idea in this part of the country. Steve and Mick have been together for over fifteen years and had a civil partnership ceremony five years ago, they live in Plymouth where Mick works for the Navy as a civilian and Steve is a police officer for the Dorset Police. They have been friends with Jack for over ten years and have been to many of his open house parties.

We asked them what happens at these parties but they laughed and said we would find out soon enough but they could at least guarantee that we would have a good time, everyone always does providing they are open to expanding their pleasure horizons. Our eyebrows rose in reaction, again they laughed loudly adding that if we have been invited to the party then Jack had to have been sure that we would be cool with everything. This had us wondering, all except me were intimately acquainted with Jack but no one had ever been here before so we were all new to this place (which I found reassuring to say the least).

After a short while we heard another car drive down the track and appear in a cloud of dust, this time it was an open top sports car, vintage by the look of it but the two occupants were certainly not. No more than twenty they oozed self-confidence; some might say cockiness, perhaps because they were very good looking, instantly they had the attention of our group even from the twins who were around about the same age. I swear that I heard someone quietly whistle under his breath, I glanced round quickly but couldn’t work out who had done it. The two new arrivals looked around as they got out of the car, spotting us they waved and wandered over trying to maintain their cocky poses as they negotiated the sand and pebbles. They did a double take at the sight of our nakedness but recovered well and were about to introduce themselves when Jack’s head appeared around the front door and called out.

“Zaki and Rashid, how glad I am to see you! I wasn’t sure if you would be able to find us. Please come on over here I need to have a quick chat with you before I formally introduce you to my friends and get the party started.”

Shrugging their shoulders at us, they nodded to Jack before striding over to the house and disappearing inside.

“I can’t wait to see what they’re like without their clothes” Lawrence sighed “they are gorgeous!”

We didn’t have long to wait, within about ten minutes Jack appeared; walking purposefully towards us carrying a large tray with eight pint glasses full of what looked like fruit juice and one bottle of water. Straight away I could see that he was now as naked as the rest of us. Following close behind him were the two newcomers also naked but looking far from comfortable and were covering their tackle with their hands. As Jack reached us he asked us to expand the circle to make room for an extra three bodies which we did so obediently. He placed the tray in the centre of the circle before taking the bottle of water for himself; sitting down next to Steve he patted the sand beside himself and told the newcomers to sit down too.

“Right guys, we are now complete and we can get the fun started. It’s hot out here and dehydration will be a problem if we’re not careful so please help yourself to a glass of apple juice.”

I sipped the cold refreshing juice before taking bigger mouthfuls having decided that I liked it. Apple juice it definitely was but it had an unusual tang to it. As I was thinking this Jack invited the newcomers to introduce themselves, Zaki went first all the time he stared at the ground in front of him. He explained that he was twenty, from Dagenham (which explained the strong Essex accent) and worked as a car salesman and was of Arabic descent. He had jet black hair cut cropped short at the sides but longer on top and at the back. His skin was a light walnut colour except for below his waist and above the thighs where it was a lot paler from not seeing the sun. As he talked he relaxed a little and removed his hands from his crotch; from where I sat his tackle looked average and sat nestled amongst a thatch of black pubes. As he finished speaking Zaki smiled and nodded to each of us before turning his gaze to the drink he now held in his hands. Rashid then introduced himself; he was twenty one, also from Essex and worked for the same company as Zaki which is where they had become good friends. Physically they looked very similar except that Rashid sported a close cropped beard, grade one haircut and had a hairy chest while Zaki was clean shaven and little body hair, apart from the pubes that is.

I was curious to know how these young guys from London knew Jack so feeling bold I asked this question outright.

“Ah” replied Jack “it’s a long story, but basically I know the sales manager at the garage where they work and he knows I’m always on the lookout for new guys to introduce to the joys of gay sex. We met in London one day for lunch and he mentioned that he had two young lads, Zaki and Rashid, working for him who he suspected that might be up for a bit of fun. When he described them I was very interested and we arranged a meeting with them. After a long and convoluted conversation they finally believed that I was being genuine and that I would be totally discreet if they wanted to have a little fun. They are paranoid about their friends and family finding out but it has helped that they are a long way from home and this place is secluded....” he trailed off smiling at the two lads who were nodding in agreement to his explanation.

By then I was feeling very relaxed and just a little bit tipsy, giggling I said as much to the group. There was a round of ‘yeah so do I’ from everyone except Jack who nodded sagely before responding.

“I have put a little supplement into your drinks, don’t panic, it’s merely a little something to get you in the mood for the party. It will make you feel happy for a few hours but will wear off after that, it’s perfectly legal and better than alcohol and will help you relax in more ways than one. Please don’t worry about it; I’m drinking water because as the host I need to remain in control to make sure that nothing untoward happens. Right then, has everyone drunk up? Okay let’s get this show on the road. There is going to be a lot, and I mean a lot of action before the party is over so in preparation of this and to prevent any messy embarrassment we are going to have some deep cleaning out, including myself as I will be joining you in all of the activities. Now have any of you NOT been cleaned out before?”

Only Zaki and Rashid put their hands up indicating that that they would be novices, so Jack told them that they would be last to be cleaned out so that they could watch and learn from the more experienced in the group. Standing up he asked us to follow him, it must have been the supplement taking effect because I felt compelled to obey his invitation, it never occurred to me to question him. As I stood up I glanced around me and saw that the others were doing the same but no one seemed at all alarmed or distressed, simply relaxed and happy to be there. Jack led us up from the beach to the side of the house and into what looked like an old wooden outhouse. Inside it had been gutted and modernised into what looked like a cross between a communal shower room and public toilets. There were six toilets lined up in a row, adjacent to each were metal hoses suspended from the ceiling ending in a familiar looking douching nozzle. At the entrance to the outhouse stood a table upon which I saw a large catering sized can of Crisco whose lid was being removed by Jack as we filed past. He gestured that we were to wait by the table as he set the correct water temperature for the enemas. Using one of the hoses to assess the temperature of the water he fiddled with the controls until he was satisfied and then turned the hose off again. Walking over to the can of Crisco he dipped his hand into it and scooped out a small amount, rolling it in his hand to soften it. He studied the group for a moment before asking Steve to stand before him, turn around, bend over at the waist, spread his legs a little and use both hands to pull his cheeks apart.

With a quirky smile on his face Steve did as he was asked giving me a perfect view of his peachy bum and his hole twitching in anticipation. Jack wasted no time in liberally applying the Crisco to Steve’s crack and ring before then pushing another wad of the grease up inside his rectum. He deftly inserted a finger to smear it all around inside. By now Steve was groaning a little at the sudden intrusion and was looking a little flushed, whether in embarrassment or enjoyment I wasn’t certain. When he was satisfied that Steve was sufficiently greased up he told him to stand by the first douching station and wait for the others. Next to be selected was Gary, who underwent the same treatment followed by Mick, Damien, me and finally Lawrence. Zaki and Rashid remained standing by the table while Jack joined us over by the toilets. I did notice that Rashid’s cock was starting to fill and was standing at half mast, clearly he was getting turned on by what he had seen so far. Zaki was still flaccid but did appear to being paying particular attention to Lawrence; perhaps he liked what he saw.

When all six of us were standing next to our designated station Jack showed us how to operate the douching tube and insert it up our rectums correctly. We must have made a pretty sight, six men standing in a row bending over the toilets with hoses coming out of our backsides! For me personally it was nothing new, after all, my bidet at home has a similar adaptation which I use whenever I am expecting to have anal sex. Peering down the line of guys I could begin to see their stomachs bloating much like mine was, as I began to get a little cramping sensation I massaged my stomach to ease the flow of water further inside me until I could take no more. Reaching up I turned the flow of water off before pulling the pipe out and quickly sitting down on the toilet to release the water and faeces mixture down the pan. Within a couple of minutes we were all doing the same thing before standing back up and repeating the process several more times until we were happy that the expelled water was running clear. Jack handed us a wad of paper towelling to wipe ourselves clean along with the douching nozzle.

Zaki and Rashid looked a little nervous as Jack took a glob of Crisco from the tin in each hand, rolled it around and asked them to stand in front of him in the same way as we had done previously. Glancing at each other briefly they did so, both looking at the ground and avoiding our eye contact. As he traced their cracks with his greasy fingers applying the Crisco Jack asked

“Have either of you ever had anything up your arse before?”

Both shook their heads vigorously.

“Well that’s about to change gentlemen, have you ever had sex with another guy?”

Again they looked at one another before Zaki responded saying that he and Rashid have sometimes given each other blow jobs when there was an opportunity to do so and that they enjoy doing it. This questioning must have been some sort of diversion strategy to take their mind off the fact that he was slowly massaging their rings prior to inserting a greasy finger up inside them. As Jack’s finger slid slowly inside Zaki the recipient groaned and tried to pull away however guessing that that this might happen, Mick stepped in front of Zaki and held his shoulders firmly preventing him from moving anywhere. Rashid was a little more relaxed and although he winced he accommodated Jack’s finger without trying to move away. For the next five minutes or so Jack played with their rings, teasing, stroking and stretching them until he was satisfied that they were relaxed sufficiently for the enemas. Withdrawing his fingers he told them to stand up and follow him to the toilets, as they did so they were fully erect and I must admit I was impressed by the size of them, in all fairness I would say that they were about the same size as myself. They caught my glances and flushed a little red so in encouragement I grinned at them and did a thumbs up to indicate that I liked what I saw, they smiled in response before turning their attention to Jack’s instructions. Being novices at douching they were a little clumsy getting water everywhere the first time they tried inserting the tubes, finally with a grimace they managed to insert the head of the douching tube and the water flowed up inside them.

Jack asked Steve to supervise the two lads whilst he cleaned himself out. Gary stood next to me and suggested we watch Jack close up as he has a very talented hole. Gary thought he had spoken quietly but Jack had obviously heard him because he laughed and invited me to grease him up. I nodded accepting his invitation and scooped a chunk of Crisco from the tin and stepped up behind him. Jack was supple despite his build and bent cleanly at the waist presenting me with perfect access to his anus. As I smeared the Crisco all along his crack and into his hole I was reminded of Lawrence’s hole and I wondered how much he could take up there. My fingers followed my train of thought and the second one tried following the first inside. He clenched down tight on them before standing upright, laughing he told me that there would be plenty of time for that sort of thing later. He then proceeded to use the facilities to clean himself out thoroughly.

Once everyone was clean and dry again Jack led us from the outhouse back onto the beach then headed left along the shoreline until we rounded the headland and came across another smaller private beach. This was a natural suntrap and sheltered from the prevailing winds, I noticed that at the top of the beach was a narrow dirt path which led up into dense shrubs and trees. Before I could think much about it my attention was drawn to the activities of the others, they were standing next to a large plastic box which I learned contained several blankets, small tins of Crisco along with towels, bars of soap and bottles of water for refreshment. We spread the blankets out on the dry sand towards the top of the beach and weighted them down with rocks. On each blanket we put a can of Crisco, a towel and a couple of the water bottles.

“Right guys, this is where our party really starts. I know some of you are couples but I would like to mix things up a bit so please don’t be selfish and hog your partner all the time. Please feel free to do whatever you feel comfortable doing but remember it must be consensual and what your sex buddy(s) want to do too. Okay Zaki and Rashid, how do you feel about joining in the action with us?”

Zaki was the first to respond glancing at Lawrence as he did so “Yeah I’m up for it, we’ve haven’t come all this way to back out now. Can I choose which guy I get to play with?”

“Of course, just ask. I’m sure no one’s going to object.” Jack replied smiling reassuringly before turning towards Rashid and asking “How about you?”

Grinning like a Cheshire cat he surveyed the group and said “Oh yes, count me in my balls are weighing heavy and I’ve seen some holes which need to take my load!”

To emphasize his point he stroked his rapidly expanding cock to full erection and turned waving it in my direction, Gary nudged me, nodding towards the young lad and told me to go for it. Not needing a second telling I took Rashid by the hand and led him to the nearest blanket before quietly asking him what he’d like to do thinking that he’d probably be a bit shy and inexperienced. Oh boy did I underestimate him!

“Don’t you worry about that.” He whispered huskily “I’m in charge and I will let you know what I want when I want it.”

That was the last thing he said to me until our session was over. I was taken aback and more than a little turned on I must admit by his sudden dominance especially from one so young. He pulled me towards him and started to passionately kiss me while his hands explored every inch of my body before settling on my shoulders. Applying pressure on them he pushed me to my knees and pressed his cockhead to my lips with one hand and with the other he held my head in position. I was a willing slave to his lust and greedily took his cock into my mouth slurping on it like there was no tomorrow! As he started pushing his cock further into my mouth and down my throat I controlled my breathing to prevent the gagging reflex. I could hear the others laughing and talking and moving around but was unable to see them as my face by now was pressed into his crotch. To steady myself I held on to his outspread thighs as he rocked backwards and forwards fucking my face as he did so. I was in full swing when abruptly he pushed me backwards and told me to get on all fours, he was going to fuck me like the dog I was – blooming cheek I thought but did as I was told. Well it would be rude not to do so, wouldn’t it? Plus the effect of the drink was still having a hold on me.