Becoming a model patient

Once we’d finished our coffee we strolled into town to the restaurant Marc had selected. He must have chosen this restaurant very carefully as it hit just the right note. It was neither one of those quiet venues where couples go for romantic meals nor one that was so busy we wouldn’t be able to talk without shouting. The food was fantastic and reasonably priced, as we slowly consumed more alcohol Marc started to reveal what he wanted to tell me. He started to talk about his younger days before he’d met his ex-wife and it soon became apparent that he’d been a wild child running with several not-so-nice packs into everything, at the same time he’d dabbled in a few same-sex encounters but never actually had a relationship. It wouldn’t have been tolerated by his peers and he alluded to the fact that he wouldn’t be here today if they’d ever found out, so he became adept at covering his tracks. He then met and fell in love with his ex-wife who quickly produced two sons for him (I wasn’t surprised considering the contents of his trousers). The good times however didn’t last and her eyes began to wander to pastures new, it didn’t take him long to find out as bad news travels fast as he had (and still has) a wide network of friends and contacts. Having discovered she’d been cheating on him, he divorced her and won the battle for custody. Since then he’d devoted his time and energy to bringing his sons up but now they’re preparing to fly the nest and make a life for themselves he felt the time was approaching that he could now focus on his own needs. He classed himself as being bisexual and while he was comfortable with his sons seeing their father having relationships with women he was uncomfortable when it came to them seeing men sharing his bed. Perhaps in a few years time when they’d matured a little but for now he kept men as a discreet “treat”. This brought him up to date but he wanted to know more about me now. I told him about being openly gay from being a teenager and family problems I had encountered, however it made me independent and self-reliant. I’d had a couple of relationships lasting on average five years but always fizzled out because I was so independent and couldn’t be controlled by them. I was happy to have a relationship but not at the expense of losing my individuality. Marc nodded in sympathy, saying a lot of the women he’d known had tried controlling him, without success.

Over dessert he asked me if I found him attractive, nearly choking on the mouthful I had at the time, I nodded and finally managed to utter that he knew damn well I do. He said I thought you did but I just wanted to hear you say it once I’d told you more about myself and what I was looking for in a man. I smiled and said basically you want a friend who’s a fuck buddy but not someone who’s going to be demanding and intrusive. Exactly he replied, you’ve got it in one with a broad grin. Right now all I really want to do is stuff your hole until you can take no more and then you have do the same to me until day break before I return home to my normal routine. I am highly sexed so I’d want to do this on a regular basis, timetables allowing, assuming you were agreeable to this too. I replied as casually as possible that I was happy with this arrangement but I wanted to make one thing clear, I wouldn’t tolerate any jealousy if we were simply fuck buddies. I am effectively single and will behave as I wish until otherwise. Fair enough Marc said, he agreed he had no hold over me and I was free to do as I pleased. With that we both decided that we could wait no longer, the bill was paid and we walked home with a spring in our steps.

As soon as my front door was closed, we ripped each other’s clothes off laughing like teenagers before he chased me up the stairs into the bathroom for a cleaning out session. Marc commented on the fact that I had the same gear as they used at work, why not I replied, if you can’t beat them you should join them and if you don’t hurry up I’m going to have to get firm with you. Chuckling Marc did as he was told, kneeling down in the shower cubicle he reached behind and pulled his ebony cheeks apart allowing access to his little pink hole. Lubing up the douching hose I slid it up him with little resistance, once he was full of water he sat down on my toilet to empty out and the process was repeated until he was thoroughly cleaned out. Then it was my turn! In no time at all we relocated to my bedroom and as Marc lay sprawled on the bed I retrieved a can of Crisco from my wardrobe, opened it and told him to spread his legs. Uh, I thought I was going first he muttered. Oh no buddy I said in the firmest voice I could muster, you’re on my patch and you’ll do as you’re told (this time at least) and I’ve been waiting for a piece of your arse for a long time. Okay Sir, he said with a wink and obediently rolled over on to his stomach and spread his legs as wide as possible. With my cock rigid as a board I crawled up until I knelt with my knees touching his crack, then I liberally applied the Crisco to his hole and my cock. I moved onto all fours and with one hand guided my cockhead into his hole, then in one smooth thrust I was buried up to the hilt in his hot arse. I could have shot my load there and then, to take my mind off climaxing I started to gently bite the back of neck and shoulders before slowly thrusting in and almost pulling out before plunging back in again. This produced guttural moaning which only served to spur me on. After a few minutes I pulled out and told him to roll over on to his back, as he did so I grabbed his ankles and pulled them up and apart, then before he had time to react I thrust my cock back into him and pumped with all my might. His head was rolling frantically on the pillow as my cock repeatedly stroked his prostate, abruptly he started to shudder and groan then his cock exploded jism all over his chest and stomach. Ignoring his spasming I carried on fucking him until my orgasm overtook me and with a final thrust shot my load deep into his bowels. Collapsing on to him he held me in his muscled arms, wrapped his legs around me and thrust his arse into me keeping my cock deep inside me. His movements reignited the fire in my softening cock and it rapidly became hard again. This time I rolled over on to my back and got him to ride me like a cowboy facing me, then as he rode my pole I started to introduce a finger alongside my cock, then two, the three. Getting the drift he pulled off my cock and moved down the bed so I had easier access to his hole, then resuming the motion I quickly inserted four fingers and finally the whole fist, bringing a brief halt to his movements before he continued. After a while he was swallowing the whole of my forearm up to the elbow with ease, I asked him if he wanted to me to go deeper. Shaking his head, he said he preferred width to depth, up to the elbow was comfortable but no further. Respecting his limits I nodded my understanding. After a few more rise and falls Marc stood up releasing my fist with a quiet squelch, giving him a questioning look he smiled and said he needed to take a constitutional and would be back in five. Giving him a wink I said I’d be counting as I wiped my arm clean on the towel nearby.

I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I knew was my legs were being gently pulled apart and Marc’s face was pressing against my cheeks and his tongue playing with my ring. The sensations were driving me crazy and my hips were bucking wildly, however his tongue relentlessly continued to lubricate my hole and it was beginning to relax trying to draw his tongue inwards. Seemingly satisfied Marc pulled away, adjusted his position and placed his cockhead at my entrance before slowly but forcefully pushing it in. He didn’t stop until he was fully inside and started to thrust, within minutes he was pounding my arse as if there was no tomorrow. Not that I was complaining, I was having the fuck of a lifetime, the thrusts became more instant and then with a final thrust he shot his load deep inside me. Slowing his pace a little he asked if I was okay, I murmured a yes, good, he replied brace yourself, the ride is about to start again. He was as good as his word, this time there was no gentleness, simple rutting pure and simple! I think over the next half an hour he must have fucked me in just about every position and shot his load at least twice. I was beginning to get sore from all the friction and I gestured to him that I needed to take a breather. Looking like a kid who’d just had his favourite toy taken from him, he reluctantly pulled out of me, saying jeez man I was just warming up – then burst out laughing at the sight of my expression. He gave my arse a hard slap saying that I was one hot fuck and that he sure wanted a piece of it whenever he could get the chance. Walking stiffly into the bathroom to clean myself up I assured him that if he wanted it he only had to knock on my “back door” but no more tonight please, I need to recover. I asked him if he was always like this, no was his response but it had been a long time since he’d been able to get a piece of boy butt. Next time he’d take his time and give my arse a proper workout not just the slam dunk he’d dished out. I’ll hold you to that! I laughed then pulled a pair of boxer shorts on and made my way to put the kettle on to make a coffee and a bite to eat. While he was showering I heard his mobile phone ring so I once I heard him walk back into the bedroom I called up to him to let him know. Marc joined me a few minutes later having listened to his voicemail and got dressed. I asked him if he was planning to stay the night, slowly sipping his coffee he hesitated before replying. He had originally intended to stay but he thought it better if he went home, even though it was late, perhaps next time. After all he didn’t want to outstay his welcome. Disappointed, I simply nodded my agreement and said that was cool with me, we’d agreed to be fuck buddies, not lovers. Having finished the food and drink Marc called the local taxi firm and while he waited for it he packed his overnight bag. All too quickly the taxi arrived and tooted its horn, giving him a manly hug I wished him good night before crawling off to bed for a well deserved sleep.

The rest of the weekend I spent in a bit of a daze, half of me wanting Marc back in my bed, the other half wanting my old solitude back again. Either way things were how they were for the time being, who knew what lay in the future. When Monday morning arrived it was such a luxury to stay in bed until mid-morning, I savoured every moment. Rather than the normal rush to get washed, dressed and out the door first thing in the morning, instead I could take my time and stroll into the University mid-afternoon as instructed by Peter.

CHAPTER 12 – WEEK SEVEN – CHARITY DINNER & DANCE

In the staff room I met up with Ethan, Tang, Marc and Peter. He ran through the plans for the first of the events this week i.e. the Charity Dinner & Dance which was going to be held in the main hall on campus. The local response had been fantastic and all the available tickets had sold out very quickly even at the purchase price of £250 per person. As previously mentioned the event was going to be covered by the Art College’s Media Team and their Drama Team were going to be putting on a musical entertainment both during the dinner and afterwards when the dancing started. I wondered where we fitted into all this, I soon found out! The four of us along with Glen and Oliver (a couple of volunteers from the Student Union) were going to be waiters for the evening but with a difference. We would be dressed in genuine waiters outfits, however each piece of clothing we wore had a price label on it and the price went up with each piece removed. The idea being that by the end of the evening each of us could have raised £50,000 but for this figure to be reached every item of clothing would have been sold. Peter said he appreciated that we might be apprehensive because the public were involved but the invited parties had been carefully selected so we weren’t at risk of bumping into our nearest and dearest. The outfits themselves were beautifully made (by the fashion design students apparently, again using our measurements they’d been given) and fitted extremely well. I commented on how professional we looked but where were the price tags? Peter laughed, they weren’t on the actual clothes instead they would be on the diners tables as a price list and the guests could pay by cash or credit card from their seats and be given the item of clothing there and then by the waiter who was wearing it. Sounded simple enough but I had butterflies in my tummy just thinking about it. On to a more practical matter he said, we would be expected to serve food and drinks but the menu was a set one with only a couple of options for each round and the guests would have a menu card in front of them for us to use as a guide. Again with drinks there was wine and water available for each table which would require replenishing as it ran out but if the guests wanted anything else they had to purchase it from the bar which was outside our remit.

Okay guys, time for you to have a shower and tidy up before you meet the guests. Trooping obediently to the wet room area of the staff room we took turns to have a shower, shave, and tidy up any unruly hairy bits. Then it was time to get dressed up in our smart outfits and boy did we look good! We made our way over to the main hall halfway across the campus where there was a hive of activity with guests turning up in large groups and students busy organising everyone and everything. The place was immaculate, decorated to perfection and looked like something out of a Hollywood movie set. The main stage had been set up for musicians and singers to perform (rather than an actual musical like I’d imagined) and the performers were just doing some last minute checks to the equipment before disappearing back stage. The four of us and the two volunteers were told to stand in line by the serving entrance and to wait for our next instructions, in the meantime we just had to stand to attention like we were soldiers.

Slowly the hall filled up and everyone took their seats, looking around them expectantly. They didn’t pay any particular attention to us but that would soon change. Once everyone was seated and had helped themselves to a drink, Peter made his way up on to the stage and opened the evening officially. He welcomed everyone to what he hoped would be a very enjoyable evening, that the food and entertainment would be excellent and that they would dig deep and be generous in their donations. To add spice to the evening he asked everyone to look at the price list on their table and its purpose. Once it had sunk in virtually every pair of eyes looked over to us and I am sure that we were already being undressed by most of the women present and quite a few of the men! Then without further ado Peter invited the first band to play and we were ready to start serving the starters. For the first twenty minutes we were rushed off our feet issuing the different starters out and replenishing the wine bottles. Half way through doing this I noticed that Glen was called over to a table where he removed his cufflinks and tie before resuming his duties. There was no further action until most of the starters had been consumed and we were clearing the empty plates away. Peter then started whirling round like a man possessed and within the space of a few minutes most of us had lost the cufflinks, ties, jackets, waistcoats an in the case of Ethan his shirt too. Then came the main course which again seemed to distract the guests from donating but once it had been consumed along with plenty of wine the donations came flooding in again resulting in me and Oliver being down to our jockstraps, Tang still had his trousers on but poor old Marc, Ethan and Glen were already naked! Not that they minded, judging by the state of their cocks, the “accidental” brushes they received from the guests when walking between the tables or the bum pinching that we were all experiencing. By the time the desserts were ready to be sent out we were all naked and getting into the swing of it and I quickly became accustomed to this state. The rest of the evening flew past, the musicians played on late into the evening and eventually Peter called a close to the proceedings thanking everyone for such a brilliant evening and announcing that thanks to the clothes auction a staggering £400,000 had been raised. At the news of this the room erupted into a huge round of applause, then Peter called us up on to the stage to thank us too for all of our hard work and how much it had been appreciated by everyone, to which there was a great deal of wolf whistles and cat calls as we took a bow. Slowly over the next hour the room slowly cleared, still naked (after all we had no clothes to put on until we got back to the staff room) we all helped clear the hall up before as a group we made our way back to the staff room. Actually the route back was more nerve wracking for me because we had to walk across the campus stark bollock naked with many students staring open mouthed because they hadn’t known about the charity dinner and dance. Finally we made it back to the staff room and were able to put our clothes back on and make our weary way home for a well earned rest before an early start tomorrow.

CHAPTER 13 – WEEK SEVEN – CHARITY FOOTBALL TOURNAMENT

In no time at all I was back on campus having an early morning cup of coffee and bacon roll with the guys in the canteen, discussing last night’s events and laughing at some of the guests’ antics with our states of undress. Then it was over to the gym to meet up with Dave and find out what would be involved with the charity football match that would be starting shortly. Dave said that it was going to be a knock out match starting with eight teams, the winning four teams go into the next round, before the final round with the remaining two teams playing for the cup and top prize. The football teams would be made up of volunteers from the sports therapy division and we would be taking part as goal keepers. The games would be held out on the playing fields watched by the rest of the university, the art college and paying members of the public. What the footballers didn’t know yet was that as an incentive to play well whenever a goal was conceded the team would lose an item of clothing. If they wished to avoid playing naked they couldn’t afford to concede many goals as all they would be wearing was a T-shirt, shorts and a jock-strap (socks and boots were excluded as they would be used to identify the them along with safety reasons). I grinned to myself remembering how macho some of the guys acted, it would be amusing to see how they handled having to strip in a very public situation. Having received our instructions we changed into our goalies outfits and made our way over to the playing fields. If we had thought the previous night had been busy, we were in for a shock, there were hundreds of people milling around finding their places along the touch line jostling for best position. At either end of the pitch and at the half-way position were twelve foot towers housing the camera crews and loudspeakers. The commentator was on the ground meeting and greeting dignitaries before welcoming the two teams onto the pitch and explaining the rules of the game to them and the spectators. Each game would last half an hour, fifteen minutes each way (there was only one football pitch and the tournament would take too long, as it was it would last over fours from beginning to end) and just as Dave had told us, the side conceding goals would lose an item of clothing for each goal scored. At this last bit of news the footballers looked panicked and trapped, of course they couldn’t back out without massively losing face and bringing disgrace to their division and the university. In contrast the spectators cheered and whistled. After a minute or two they regained their composure, clearly deciding that there was no choice but to go ahead but from the expression on their faces they had no intention of losing nor conceding goals! The referee (Dave) shook hands with the team captains and the game started in earnest. From where I was standing (on the touchline with my team) I could see Marc and Oliver in opposing goals doing their best to make sure they saved any balls coming their way, the game was highly energised and very intense. I think the organisers had got it absolutely right, the spectators were loving every moment of the game, even though a goal hadn’t yet been scored yet. Then in the second half of the match as the guys were beginning to tire, mistakes were beginning to be made and before long the first goal was scored to the spectators delight. Oliver’s team were the first to lose their shirts, throwing them into the crowd before continuing with the game. The final whistle was blown and the first match was over with Marc’s team winning 1-0, then after a five minute break the next match started with Ethan and myself being in goal. As I took up my position in goal I didn’t realise how nerve wracking it would be, I kept praying that the ball would stay in the other half. Of course my prayers weren’t answered and before long I had to stop an incoming ball, thankfully I succeeded and did again a further two times. Unfortunately for Ethan the same couldn’t be said. In the first half of the match his team had lost their shirts, then in the second half they lost their shorts too. The game ended with my team winning 2-0, I was so relieved to walk off the pitch with my kit intact. Tang and Glen were on next, unfortunately for Tang’s team he was a little on the short side and Glen’s team quickly learnt to shoot their balls high into the net. In the first half they lost their shirt and shorts, then at the beginning of the second half they lost their jock-straps too. The crowd went wild clapping and cheering as the blushing guys dropped their jocks and threw them into the crowd. Of course their humiliation wasn’t over because they had to play on for the rest of the game under the watchful eyes of the excited crowd. I felt sorry for Tang because his team weren’t good losers and ignored him as they left the pitch at the end of the game, I made sure that I was there to meet him as he came off and gave him a towel to cover his modesty and a hug assuring him he’d done his best and that the other guys were just jerks. Clearly upset he did his best to smile and evening managed to grin when I pointed out that his team mates were having to make their way back to the changing rooms across campus in just their socks and boots. We could just about make them out, walking briskly with as much pride as they could muster with a camera guy in tow and a large group of girls trying their best to grab a bit of flesh while they had the opportunity. The final game of the first round had two goalies who were in the University’s football team, I hadn’t seen them before but they were very good and the game went into extra time until finally a goal was scored and we had a winner.