Marlwood

Today I decided to get away from it all.

My brother has a house at a place called Marlwood, about twenty-five miles out of town. It is very out of the way, in the old flat country reclaimed from the marsh down towards the coast. My brother is away in Europe a lot of the time, running touring trips to inaccessible mountains, but he is always very happy for me to go and keep an eye on the place, and I knew I would have it to myself. I decided to cycle out there to stay the night and come home in the morning.

I put on my most comfortable pair of cycle shorts, dark blue with a red stripe. I like the shorts, but not any of the other gear proper cyclists wear, so I just wore a white sports top and trainers. I put some overnight things and sandwiches in the carrier on my cycle-rack and started off.

It was harder going than I thought. The sun got very hot and the wind seemed to be against me. After about fifteen miles I decided to stop and have lunch. I found a clearing at the start of a footpath leading off the road with a big tree I could sit against out of the wind but in the sun. Two cycles were chained to the fence at the side of the road just where the footpath started. I ate and drank and had been sitting dreaming for about a quarter of an hour when I heard the sound of voices.

Two young men were coming along the path, laughing and joking. They were wearing all the proper cycle gear I had earlier turned down, with matching shorts, black with a red and yellow motif and club logo. They looked like they were in their mid-twenties, maybe five or six years older than me (I am nineteen). They both seemed very happy.

I wondered what they had been doing. As far as I knew the footpath went precisely nowhere. It wandered across lots of vast fields, crossed by dikes and marshland, generally difficult country, before just coming out on another road. The guys had been gone too long for a plain comfort break. The first guy, the older one, looked surprised when he saw me, and for some reason seemed confused. But he said hi and we talked about cycling for a minute or two. I don’t know what made me look down at his shorts. I was not interested in guys that way. But it looked to me like he had a remarkable bulge down there. Before I knew what I was doing I was checking out his mate, to find exactly the same.

The guys saw me looking. They suddenly became embarrassed and said goodbye and went over to their bikes. I sat back down under the tree and continued dreaming. But even when the guys had gone I couldn’t get comfortable. For some reason all I could think about was that first guy with the big bulge in his tight black shorts. I told myself again that I was not interested, decided I had been sitting too long in the sun, drank some water and went on my way.

I arrived at Marlwood about mid-afternoon. The last part is a ride down a long lane, which might as well be a private drive, with just the one house at the end. One house, more accurately a pair of semi-detached houses, a typical rural English architectural oddity in the middle of all that open space. My brother’s next-door neighbour was home. He is a guy called Tim, about thirty-five, who obviously likes solitude. He is self-employed, running some sort of IT company from home.

Tim had apparently been washing his car. There were pools of water all round and he was now busy polishing the paintwork with a huge leather. It looked like he had got really hot because he had stripped off his shirt and was working in just jeans and boots. He looked fine if nothing special : he is just an ordinary slim guy with dark blond hair, not carrying any excess weight but not gym-fit either.

I wasn’t thinking about how Tim looked, by now I was exhausted from my cycle-ride. I am not as fit as I could be either. Maybe I spend too much time studying. I sat down in the shade and started chatting. Tim has always been very friendly for all he likes living in such an out-of-the-way corner and he soon invited me in for a coffee. I said yes straight away, and he turned and started walking towards the house. I immediately thought two things and they shocked me. I didn’t understand why I was thinking like this. It was the second time today. The first thing was that Tim’s jeans looked very good from behind, he was wearing them low and tight. The second thing was that, unless I was very much mistaken, he wasn’t wearing anything under them.

I went after Tim into the kitchen and started looking round while he was making the coffee. Almost the first thing I found was a picture, about A4 size, mounted, apparently ready to be framed. Tim explained that as well his IT work he also did picture-framing as a side-line, usually for friends or acquaintances. This picture was for his brother-in-law, who runs a wrestling club in town. Interested for some reason, I looked more closely at the picture.

It was a wrestling scene. Two boys, both aged about twenty, were locked in some sort of grapple. The picture had caught both of them really well. I could see why the club might want it framed. One of the boys was dark and the other was fair, they both looked fit and determined. Their lower bodies were turned towards the camera. They were wearing what looked like tight lycra swimming gear, both dark blue. Was it my imagination or was this close body contact doing something to excite them ?

“Matt and James,” said Tim. “The club’s best younger wrestlers. Here’s your coffee.”

I can’t explain why I said my next words. Maybe I was thinking of the cyclists on the footpath. Taking my coffee I said, “It looks like they are enjoying what they are doing.”

Tim gave me a funny look, as if he wasn’t too sure of something. Then he said, “I’ve got the video of the fight if you would like to watch it.”

“O.K.,” I said, and we went into the lounge, and Tim hunted around in a cabinet before putting a disc into the DVD player. He left me with the remote, while he went back into the kitchen. I could hear him doing some washing up.

Matt and James were very good-looking young guys. They both looked very attractive in that dark blue lycra. Each of them was also determined to beat the other. They were very physical with each other for such young guys. I was just starting to wish that I could get to know them when I caught myself with a start. What was I thinking about ? I was not interested in this kind of thing. The next moment I was in for a big surprise, or rather two very big surprises, things that might in fact change my life. The first thing that happened was that Matt caught James in a powerful headlock and forced his face towards his own. The two of them looked into each other’s eyes and suddenly they were joined in a deep forceful kiss. It lasted only a couple of seconds, and then the fight was back on. But the second surprise was that suddenly there was an enormous bulge in my own shorts.

I carried on watching, rubbing my bulge and getting more and more excited. Matt and James carried on fighting, with the occasional hot kiss, and the occasional erotic touching of each other’s bodies. I realised that these youthful male bodies were having a tremendous effect on me. My bulge was aching. I was just getting ready to slide down my shorts.

“Hey, Carl.” Tim was standing just outside the door. He spoke very softly. How long had he been watching ? His jeans looked tighter than ever. “Do you like this ?” he asked.

“I think you know I do,” I said, embarrassed and frustrated. “Why did you show it to me ?”

Tim came and sat by me. “I guessed you might be interested,” he said. “I suppose I was hoping something too. You are a very attractive guy.”

To my surprise Tim put a hand gently on my leg over my cycle shorts. My erection raged. I looked at him. I realised that this was something that had been missing from my life, close physical contact with another guy, and I needed it now. Tim’s face was close to mine. His hand was so gently rubbing my bulge, one finger downwards teasing my balls. My mouth was dry.

Tim opened his mouth slightly. His tongue just moistened his lips and then waited. I could see his firm jaw and good teeth. I drew closer. I could smell his body heat and it turned me on. I wanted this good looking older man in my arms, in close body contact, showing me how only another guy really knows the things to do to please a man.

Our lips meet. I am in heaven. His tongue is so warm and soft in my mouth, while his face is so rough and masculine against mine. Tim takes me by the hand and leads me up to his bedroom. There is a huge king-size bed. We look at each other hungrily. Never taking our eyes off each other we strip to the skin. Our cocks are rock hard and desperate. Tim and I fall into each other’s arms, kissing with the passion and desperation of our need for each other. The physical needs and passions are overpowering. Tim is my first and supreme male lover. He is showing me what a physical relationship really is. The ecstasy is agony. This is what it means to be a man.