So I was tempted to give it a try, nothing ventured nothing gained, my grand mother used to tell me; when she was alive all those years ago. With this in mind I dialled the number and found I was connected to an answering machine. This meant I had to listen to the message with one part of my brain, while with another I had to figure out what the hell to say, when the long beep finished. "Well yes," I spoke "my name is Angus and I wondered if you were still looking for a fuck session. If so call me as I am very interested in exploring for mounds, knolls, bumps and any forest-like areas on your personal landscape, if you take my meaning." I continued to the machine, left my number, and mentioning the time of day I rang off.

Two days later I came home around lunch-time to find the message lamp on my answering machine flashing and so I checked my messages. "Hi this is Roger. Did you want to meet tonight? It's twelve thirty now and I'll be here till half past one. Then I'll be back home from work around ten fifteen this evening. Will you please call me then if you can?" A pleasant well-educated middle English voice; from a narrow headed man I guessed by the sound resonance coming over the line.

Since it was now two in the afternoon I'd have to wait till later for developments. I was in my sitting room relaxing and watching an exciting movie on the television, when the phone rang loudly on the glass topped table to my right. Turning the volume on the television down with the remote control I reached out and picked up the instrument. The same voice I'd heard on the tape greeted my ear. "Hi Angus," said the cheerful fellow, "this is Roger." It's possible to tell if a person is smiling at the other end of a phone line.

"Hello Roger may I call you back around eleven o-clock as I can't talk right now?" I asked him.
"Did you want to meet up tonight?" he ignored my question.
"Well maybe, but I need to talk to you later at about eleven if you'll still be up then." I suggested.
"Yes I'll be up call me then," he answered. " I'll be sitting around OK?" and he rang off.

After the movie finished I went to the fridge, took out a can of Tennant's Super, flicked up the pull ring and took a long, slow, swallow, as I went toward the telephone. I tapped out the number which was answered on the second ring. "Hello Roger?" I opened my conversation with a cheerful voice.
"Angus," he paused then went on "You were busy earlier. So how are you now?"
" Oh just fine but tired after a long day." I told him. "How about you?" I asked.
"Yes I'm OK too. I'm curious to know where did or is it how did you get my number?" he asked.
"I'm not sure, some magazine but it was some weeks old when I rang you." I told him. "Sorry to be vague"
"It must have been 'QX' about four weeks ago," he informed me.
"Yes could have been. I don't truly remember but here we are. Tell me about yourself?" I enquired.
"I'm five foot ten and a half inches tall, with a slim build; not very hairy body, about ten and a half stone and I have six and half inches uncut; how about you," he returned the question. "Same height as yourself, well built, smooth skinned, clean-shaven and brown hair just above the shoulder. That's a bit longer than usual for me, I have grey/blue eyes and about seven inches uncut dick. What do you like to do?" I finished.
"Angus I like to have my dick sucked, I like to mess about, I like to fuck. Well you know?" He spoke with the quick confidence of a man who goes directly to the point and enjoys the route. "And what turns you on, what do you like doing?"
"I would certainly like to suck your dick and generally make love to your body all over your sensual places. I would like to feel your cock inside me. I'd like to give you pleasure. I like my partner to be in charge in the bed. You know." I finished using his own phrase. But not tonight as it is late now and I feel a bit tired, I thought to myself. "It's late though and by the time you came over etc." I ventured the poor excuse. "How about tomorrow." I offered.
"That's OK when are you around tomorrow?" "Late morning, evening or late night. Take your pick."
"I could finish work a little early say nine thirty and get home by ten. Then come over to you."
"That would be good," I said "or you could come here directly from your work if you think that to be more helpful. Shower and coffee all in." "Hey! Yes, that's good. I'll come to yours directly from the city and wash when I arrive. You sure that's OK?"
"Roger," I said. "That'll be fine. Relax I'm an easy going guy."
"Once I get into the flat I sometimes don't want to go out again so this way is better for me. Less hassle too. Thank you." he said then changed the subject.

We continued to chat for about twenty minutes about life in general with no further mention being made of the meeting scheduled for the morrow. I came away feeling I had found a really easy going straight type of person who had no hang-ups about life. He'd been in a relationship for some eighteen months and had hurt for five months afterward. That was over six months ago and well in the past now.

On the next day I'd been busy and so on the Saturday evening at around seven, I just felt I wanted to rest up. I made some food as I hadn't eaten since breakfast time, which, since I had risen late took place near to noon. It was during the preparation of my food that I said to myself "This is Saturday night and Saturday night is a good night. People go out to have fun on a Saturday night. Instead of getting ready for Saturday night out I am going to get ready for Saturday Night In. I'm going to have a great Saturday night." . My smile broadened, I relaxed that little extra bit and felt very excited at the prospect.

After eating my dinner my dinner and washed up the dishes and utensil's I'd used. I then prepared the bedroom with soft light, a video and music. The condoms and lube I placed in the cubby holes beside the bedhead. That done, I showered my body in readiness for this 28 year old, slim, smooth, Englishman? to arrive. I knew the evening would go well. I did not know what would happen at all; only that I had set my mind up, to have a really good time, no matter what happened. I believed it would be good. Plenty energy came into me as I sat back in my chair. The television played and I was having a smoke with a glass of red wine whilst waiting for the phone to ring. He would advise me that he was leaving work. That was what we had arranged. Nine forty-five dringg dringg. I picked up the hand piece expecting it to be Roger . "Hello." I spoke turning the television volume down as I listened. "Hello Angus, I'll be there in about fifteen minutes." "So Quickly?" I asked surprisedly. "Yes I'm at Dulwich. What number is your house?" "It's 38" I told him. "OK I'll see you when you get here." I added. We went over the directions again and he rang off.

Some five minutes later the doorbell rang and I went to the door. Upon opening it I found a man there holding a Pizza Box together with another Pizza container on top. He appeared to be Indian and delivering a Pizza. Surprised since I had ordered nothing I looked inquiringly at him waiting for an explanation. Fortunately I had a smile on my face all this time as I was very happy and hyped up in anticipation. The Indian looked very nice though and wore a happy smile. Yes I'd like to undress you, I thought as I waited for him to speak.

"Hello, I'm Roger." He said with a big smile showing even teeth in an oval well formed and firm mouth. The nose set between bright but small and happy laughing eyes was slim and finely chiselled. He was certainly slim and wore dark grey/blue trousers, black footwear and a black summer bomber jacket buttoned up. This was indeed as good omen. My expression changed to a wide grin as I heard the voice and recognised what I'd taken to be an Englishman's accent. I was later to learn that through his father he had always gone to good British schools. I felt good vibrations as I stood there. "So you are the Pizza Man?" I said with a laugh and a shake of the head as I remembered he'd told me he works in a pizza house up town. "Well I am and I'm not." He gave me a side glance as he stood three quarters toward me. He had not moved since I'd opened the door. "I brought this and was hoping you wouldn't mind if I eat here." he spoke through his smile.

His body language and manner confirmed what I had inferred from his voice on the telephone. His ease and confidence came across right away and the disarming smile was an unexpected bonus. Robert was handsome, rather than a good looking fellow. I remember thinking that as I stood in the doorway facing him. Then I moved back to allow the door to open "Come on in. Of course you can eat your supper here." I closed the door behind him and led him to the kitchen. "Sit there," I pointed to the chair by the kitchen table.
"Can I get you something to drink?" I asked.
"Yes please. Can I have some cold water please?" He sat down putting his food boxes on the table.
"There is some red wine by your elbow if you want a glass." I indicated the half full bottle from which I'd taken some earlier.
"I don't drink, or smoke, or take drugs. I eat very little red meat and am mostly vegetarian. Water will be fine. I thrive on it." he volunteered as he patted his belly area in demonstration.
"Well you are certainly looking fit and healthy." I ventured as I fetched the glass of water.
"Ice?" I asked.
"No thank you. Just the water will be fine."

As he drank his water and ate his pizza we chatted and quickly relaxed like old friends. He told me about his parents, one of whom came from India and the other from Singapore. His Indian father has been in the British army all his working life. He had married Roger's mother, a Malay, who had also worked for the army, in a clerical capacity. Then, after the British gave them independence, how Robert had left Singapore with his family to return to the paternal homeland. His father had wanted to spend some time with his people before coming to settle in England. Roger turned out to be a very interesting person and good fun to be with. We talked for some thirty minutes before heading for the bedroom.

Roger wanted to take a shower and freshen up before joining me on the bed. I had removed my T shirt and was wearing only my jog pants. As I was about to lie back on the pillows and watch him enter I heard some articles that sounded like money fall in the hallway. I went to look and there was Robert, with his clothes in his hands and his coin money scattered on the carpet. It had tumbled from the upturned pocket of his trousers, as he came down the stairs. He gave a sheepish grin and apologised bringing a cute smile to his face.

We picked up the coins and I followed him into the bedroom. He went through the doorway wearing a long white T shirt with S i n g a p o r e written on the front of it. The bottom of the garment came to just below his bottom and showed a pair of muscular well-built thighs with fine dark hairs that were only discernible.
"This is a nice room. Cosy isn't it?" Robert said as he entered and sat on the bed placing his clothes beside him. I followed and lay on my side facing him as I replied. "Yes I think so and I am naturally pleased you like it. It is really good being with you. I feel so at ease in your company." I smiled as I looked into the brown eyes beneath his straight brows that curved slightly at the outside edges.
"You are fine company too. We've not stopped chatting since I arrived so come closer and let me touch you. Then if you have a hanger for my shirt?" He put his hand on my shoulder but I reached for the shirt instead of allowing the contact. I hung the shirt in the wardrobe.

On my return to the bed I went with the motion of his hand, pointing in jabs, for me to lay down beside him. My hand found his thigh and I stroked it. Enjoying the glide over the fine downy hairs on the dark brown skin. The firmness of the thigh muscles was as exciting to me as was Roger touching each temple one after the other then below my ear and round the perimeter of my jawbone. It was such an unusual feeling, more like a therapist's healing touch than a lover's caress. Whatever he did, it did something that made me feel even more relaxed; and more excited. He moved his body on top of mine and my cock became erect as it lay between out bellies.

I pressed against him feeling the warmth of his body and nuzzled his neck. I felt his erection right alongside mine as we moved our bellies excitedly. We rolled again onto our sides and I drew back from his neck to slide my body down to reach his nipples. Roger prevented that by sitting up in front of me at that moment. We looked at each other with long examining looks through happy eyes. Under the oval still smiling face, his chest had a thick covering of short black hairs, in a triangular form, based on each nipple area and the solar plexus: from where, the hairs took a journey to the navel. Straight and fine textured they lay in diminishing quantity on the route they'd taken from the breast.

My eye now travelled down to the crotch. From the belly button, the hair covered area opened out, till it formed an inverted triangle with its baseline at the upper thighs. Here the hairs were as thick and as dark as the densest jungle, His cock protruded from this tangled mast of blackness like an erect projectile waiting for launch. I wanted to start the countdown right there and then. I leaned forward and stretched out my hand towards his body. I traced the journey now with my finger that I had earlier visualised when we'd sat facing each other. My hands each took a nipple and played with them for a few moments watching the reaction.

Some men have a hell of a lot of sensation in this area while others have little or none. He did not show any signs so I moved my hand. My right forefinger continued down to the navel and I leaned my head forward to follow. As I put my tongue into his lightly sunken navel I let my hands wander down toward the exposed head still standing proudly erect and throbbing as he watched and enjoyed my every action. He'd told me on the phone he had six and a half inches so here and now I took hold of it in my right hand. My left hand caressed his right thigh which was firm and wide due to him kneeling and sitting right back on his haunches. Roger had his hands in my hair now and as I lifted my head to look into his face so he slowly with great control leaned right back over his heels. The further back he went the more taut became the stomach muscles and they looked so good, just a ripple of firm tissue gleaming in the subdued light from the bedhead. lamps. He continued to lean back until his head rested on the pillows. I remained where I'd been kneeling.

Next I bent forward with his hands still on my head and enclosed that shaft of throbbing weapon between my lips. Just putting my lips round the tip of his penis caused him to spasm with delight. "Oh. Oh yea a a ah" he gasped. I licked my lips and gently slid them down the length of that shaft. With his cock inside my mouth I savoured the wetness and the sweetness of the precum he had manufactured for me. I sucked making a gentle vacuum in my mouth and then licked around for all the sweetness. All this time he is playing with my head and ears and I love that. I can sit in the barber's chair for hours and let him mess with my head, sheer enjoyment. So this was sensational for me.

The unexpected happenings in life can turn out to be so fabulously enjoyable. A pleasant and sexually arousing massage around my head and a hard well turned out cock of substantial thickness to play with awhile. I then withdrew the dick from my mouth slowly releasing the vacuum, I'd again created, uniformly on the way up till there was none when my lips came away from his cock. He loved that.
"Wow. Yes. Do it." I heard him through the sighs and grunts. Needing no second invitation I took his cock in my mouth and I licked around the acorn then slid down the shaft sucking a little on the way down. I came up again almost immediately. The rate of massage on my head and ears was, I'd come to realise, directly proportional to the amount of pleasure I was giving him. He would knead his fingers into my head and the greater the pleasure the more his body would arch, a sound would emerge and the pressure and rate of motion on my head would increase.

My guru told me the more you give the more you get back and that was surely working well right now. His hands moved to my shoulders and I went down the shaft for what must have been the twentieth time. On arrival at the base of the stem I felt the tip of his prick against my tonsils. I felt as though I was going to gag and splutter. The sensation only lasted for a fraction of a second but as it did I knew I did not want it to happen. I opened my mouth but did not withdraw and so sucked air into my mouth from around his penis. In doing so my tonsils parted and the gagging sensation stopped. This was the very moment he chose to arch his back and the movement caused his penis to go right past my tonsils into my throat. I had never had a cock penetrate so deep before. I could not take it for long, just a few seconds. I closed my lips around the member and used my tongue as I worked my way back up withdrawing his cock from my throat so it was inside my mouth.

"Wow. Yea a ah. Go. o oo on Ohaah" All these sounds together with his frantic hand movements to my back, to my nipples, my shoulders, or a finger in my ear all indicated our enjoyment of each movement and moment. Damn his stiff cock caused me to nearly gag again. This time I remember how I controlled it last time so I learn how to deal with this problem. I opened my lips to inhale air and release my tonsils when Roger thrust again. His cock passed beyond my tonsils into my throat and I could breathe easily. I took stock mentally of what I was actually doing and where his cock actually was in my throat. I decided it was OK I wanted to see how it would be to do it again but this time with me in more control instead of an accidental happening.

I very slowly withdrew his cock from my throat back into my mouth. There I concentrated on how I must open my tonsils and push forward taking the erect member right back inside my body. I breathed in, opened my tonsils and pushed my face deeper into his moss like cushion of pubic hairs. I felt about to gag and pulled back. "Wow what are you doing? Oh ah aah that is crazy. Do it. Do it Do it again." All these myriad sounds emanating from my partner excited me and drove me on.

My one desire was to give pleasure. I get euphoric when I know I am really turning someone on. A real buzz. I pushed forward again and this time there was no gag just deep throat penetration. It felt so good. My face was pushed right up hard against his pubic hair and firm belly. His cock stiffly erect and deep in my throat being caressed by my tongue round the shaft and my tonsils about its head. I repeated the process a few more times and tasted more sweet pre cum that I licked with my tongue and savoured with my taste buds. Then with his dick right down deep past my tonsils I swallow the sweetness and he goes crazy with pleasure at the moment of my swallow and starts to produce more. Roger keeps producing this precum that I collect in my mouth on each withdrawal from the throat. When I have enough mixed with the saliva I will swallow and he will go crazy and the cycle repeats itself. I found that an amazing sensation both the physical, in the throat area and also, the mental mind-blowing significance of these acts that are done for a primarily physical pleasure.

This new enjoyment has had a lot of practice in the last fifteen to twenty minutes that have passed. "You have to stop now" said Roger. "Why is that." I mumbled while removing his still hard and erect cock from my mouth, but holding it before my lips ready for reinsertion. We had been giving such pleasure to each other and I wanted to go on. "Because otherwise I will come." he smiled. "You are the sexiest person. So strong and that mouth is ....well what can I say?" He shook my head gently from side to side with his hands to indicate there was nothing to say.

Well, since it was definitely not my intention to encourage premature ejaculation I asked if he'd like another drink. "Sure. Some more water please, since you ask." I went to obtain the requested refreshment while he stretched out on the bed. My backward glance as I exited the doorway saw him with hands linked behind his head leaning back on the pillows. Stretched out on his back with his feet crossed and his Pecker standing to attention in the middle.

Bringing the water I thought Saturday Night In can be great fun. I handed the glass to him and he sipped it before putting it down. We sat and chatted for a few minutes and then Roger took charge. He nibbled and nuzzled and fingered me. I pulled out a Johnny and a sachet of Lube. We hugged and caressed and cuddled each other with random abandon and much enthusiasm. I gave and took and enjoyed pleasure as I rimmed his bum. He loved the darting tongue pressing against the soft anus so freshly scented from the soap and shower earlier. Just the tip of my tongue creating in this man such ecstasy of feeling is an abiding satisfaction. It was a real beautiful texture and an exciting mind show with each flick of the tongue on that soft fleshy part.

He reached behind and pulled me round to the front again. As I moved around he put a condom over his cock. It was a black condom that came out of the sachet quite by chance, not my conscious choice. "Kneel in front of me on the bed." He told me. I kneeled on the bed in front of Roger and made myself comfortable while ensuring I had enough space should I want to flatten out later.

While doing this, he'd concluded his cover-up and set about applying a film of Lube. He put some on his condom and then put his fingers about my arse hole to apply the lube and finger me in readiness for the penetration that is about to take place. Sure enough he moves up behind me puts his hands on my raised hips to steady me as he inches forward between my legs.

Moving forward on his knees to be at the right height I feel his cock hit against my leg as he looks to see how much farther he can come. I reached between my legs with my right hand and grasped his cock. I squeezed it as he tensed his muscles and made it jump. With the guidance of my hand his cock was ready to make its entry. I was certainly ready and anxious to receive him.

Roger pushed once and it was all inside. I felt each and every part of that cock as though it were a natural part of my being. When he thrust, shock waves of pleasure spread from my pituitary gland outwards to every extremity of my receptive body. "Wish I had more to give you." he spoke through grittedteeth as he thrust and withdrew then thrust then withdrew.
"There have been men there that were bigger but none that were better. You are one fabulous stud. Go on in, out, in, out use my body for your pleasure and I will have all the buzz I need." I spoke to him as he thrust deeply inside then withdrew and thrust again.Each thrust from an ever so slightly different angle so giving a range of sensation. This was my reward for all the good loving we had shared when I was giving him pleasure earlier. Now we were receiving more pleasure and he was the active party. I let my body flatten slowly, a little with each thrust until I was lying flat on my belly. I raised my hips to him and pulled the cheeks open with my hands. Everything geared to maximum penetration. He penetrated well and fucked me wildly.