I was sitting writing a letter and feeling randy. It was seven thirty in the evening when the telephone rang. I thought it was my boyfriend Richard calling and on picking it up, I listened for his voice. "Hi E " came a voice that I knew always called me 'E' but it was not that of Richard. A pause then "what yuh doing then?" "I'm standing here talking to you." I said rather stupidly. "It's early to hear your voice. What are you up to?" I asked. The caller was a chap named Tony who I have known for some years now. He was essentially a late night caller and he had not rung so early in the past. "So how about if I come round for a while?" he asked. "Well!" I hesitated before finally making my mind up. "Yes I guess that would be OK. When, would you want to do that?" I asked him. "Soon" came the reply. "Hang on a minute and let me check" I told him and put the phone down. Going into my sitting room I checked my diary on the desk for the events of the evening. Arriving back in the kitchen I picked up the instrument and spoke "You there?" "Yes of course." Came the voice from afar. "Can you make it ten to ten fifteen then?" I replied as he finished. "Sure that's OK for me. Have you ," the sounds during the pause indicated he was sucking smoke into his lungs from a cigarette. "got the video fixed up?" I replied that I hadn't been able to get anything sorted out with my faulty VCR.

I hang up the telephone and looked at my watch to calculate what time I had to allocate to my various tasks before the intended assignation. Two and a half hours I calculated, then went to soak in the bath; later to relax with a drink in front of the television and await developments As I waited sipping the whisky and smoking a roll up my mind wandered back some three years to the time I'd first met Tony.

He had changed little in that time. He is twenty four now but does not look much different. He had a good body, 5' 5" of slim solid muscle, well proportion legs and chest. Mid-blonde hair which he wore at different lengths form time to time over an oval face with an open friendly expression and a fresh English complexion. His eyes are coloured steely blue/grey and can be very hard. He cares for no-one but Tony.

It was in the summertime in August and at 0100 in the morning I was sitting at my desk facing the window that overlooks the street in front on my house. This teenager passed by and saw me sitting there. He asked for a light for his cigarette by sign language and I went to my front door to give him one. As we spoke and he lit his cigarette so the heavens opened and the rain came down heavy. I'd asked him in, gave him a cup of coffee and in return he helped me fill envelopes with leaflets while we chatted.

I was doing a promotional campaign for a 'Bonny Child' competition in the local area hence the abundance of leaflets to be sent out. We talked about that, then the type of photographs I make and I tried to learn something of his lifestyle. After 1/2 an hour I still knew little about him but he suggested he sleep on my settee for the night as it seemed the rain would never stop. I told him I have a big wide five foot double bed and he was welcome to use half of that but I did not have people put up on my settee. "That's OK Mate I'll go when it clears then" he told me. I detected a change in attitude after that and he seemed quieter and less willing to chat. The rain cleared after another fifteen minutes so he left. Telling him goodbye I closed the door. It had been good to have some company for a time and I had hoped the weatherman might be on my side.

Wondering what I would have found inside his pants and whether he would have allowed me to look I had no sooner sat down again than another cloudburst occurred. As heavy as it ever gets in England it lashed across the front of the window. Some few minutes later the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there he was. Rain soaked and looking not a little glum. I smiled and waited. "Is it OK if I change my mind about the 'half bed'? I don't fancy walking far in this." he indicated waving his arm in the direction of the sky. "Sure come on in." I told him, and wondered about this change of mind and what it could mean.

The last time I'd seen Tony it had all started on a bit of a sour note. I wrote about that occasion in "None Tonight Thank You". He had pestered me for ages with phone calls and even after telling him no in person he persisted until eventually I was persuaded to have sex with him.

Tonight I was determined that I was going to make everything go well. I had had plenty notice of his arrival, time to prepare the room and I was in the frame of mind to have a good time. What better pastime is there than the one, one enjoys most?

The television picture was showing Matt Dillon making love to the beautiful brown haired actress in 'Kiss Before Dying', his body excited me as I watched and imagined how it was going to be later when and if Tony arrived. I never count on the future until I can see it before me as I have been let down too often in my life. I experienced the excitement and slowly without touching myself I became erect in my track suit bottoms. The cotton/acrylic mix of the material rubbing against the head of my seventeen centimetre cock which during its transition, from soft, to flaccid, to hard had pushed its way out of my foreskin as a baby pushes it's way out of the womb. The more Matt rubbed and twirled his hips in that unique thrusting motion he has the more excited I got.

I was engrossed in Matt when I heard the sound of knocking on my sitting room door. It was my brother Gordon, who told me "That geyser. Tony, is it?. He's at the door." Realising I had not heard the door bell I got up and said "OK. Gordon thanks I'll get it." I followed my brother from the sitting room and headed for the front door while he returned to his room. My brother who lives here too told me he was practising with his guitar when the doorbell rang . Reaching the door I opened it and greeted Tony whom I found leaning against the porch wall in a nonchalant fashion. "Hi" He made no move at all and I continued "You OK?" "Sure." He replied and lifted his 5' 5" of lean body from the porch wall and stood in the doorway. He was a little taller now that when I'd first met him. I moved back and invited him in. He was looking very much rougher about the face than usual. He had the stubble of a man unshaven for days. Drawn around his steel grey/blue eyes. Instead of his twenty four years he looked older with a haggard expression. He entered and I closed the door behind him. "Shall I get you a beer?" I asked as he waited in the hallway. "Yea E that's a good idea" he acquiesced. "OK go on up to the bedroom and I'll get the beer." I pointed up the stairs as he knew we always used the same room when he come by.

Leaving Tony I went to the fridge and picked up a can of Tennent's Super beer which he likes. Snatching a glass from the table in passing I headed up to join him. On entering the bedroom I saw Tony was standing on the far side of the bed. I poured and passed the glass of beer to him saying "Cheers" as I raised my own vessel and filled my mouth. "Cheers." came the response then he took a long draught and, bending over, put the glass on the cabinet by the bed. Watching him I started to take my T-shirt off. He straightened up and with one hand in his right pocket while the other that had held the glass, was placed on his hip, he looked in my direction and watched me. I smiled but said nothing just continuing to take my clothes off. Naked from the waist up I leaned my tanned torso forward and raising each leg in turn as I took off my track suit bottoms. Tony stood by the window watching with his eyes smiling and a cheeky grin on his face as he gently but provocatively rubbed his cock with the hand inside his pocket.

Naked now save for my socks I lay on the bed and looked at this usually handsome though tonight a very rugged man stand over me. In the years I had known Tony I'd seen and touched his intimate parts and he mine but we had always worn socks and had never seen each others feet. Feet were not part of our sexual interest it seemed. He was dressed in denim jeans and a black nylon quilted blouson jacket with a ribbed border at neck, wrists and waist which hung unzipped. Removing his right hand from his pocket he took his jacket off and stood for a moment quite still. The mustard-yellow shirt with the black check stood out in the red/orange glow from the bedside lamp and lent strength to his stature as I looked from my low angle lying on the bed.

I continued to watch the young man strip his body. The shirt, round collared with the three buttons at the neck undone. Reaching down to his hip level he took hold by the hem-line of the garment and raised it over his head with his arms still inside. In doing so his pale mauve T-shirt rode up too, exposing his belly and naval. I feasted my eyes on the lean figure with each rib clearly defined upwards and outwards from the large flat surface mounted belly button with little detail in it's structure. The shirt came over his head with some twisting and manoeuvring and he slipped his arms out of it and let it drop to the floor.

As I lay on my back on the bed watching this splendid display of manhood emerge from his clothes as an insect from a chrysalis I was becoming more and more excited. The T-shirt came off next. I watched as he stretched upward exposing his nipples and upper chest. A bunch of hair appeared under his arms as they were raised taking the garment over his head for it to be discarded to the floor. He undid the Silver metal buckle of the one and a half inch wide black leather belt that held his faded blue jeans up. The strap fell to the right and the buckle to the left as he released them and began to unfasten the zip fly. Looking up through his fair eyebrows from what he was doing I could only see part of his face as our eyes met. He raised his face to smile at me and at the same time let the jeans fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them.

Black knitted boxer type shorts with a broad white elasticated waist were now exposed wrapped about his body. I could see straight away that he had not got an erection; that was unusual for Tony. He lay down beside me on the bed took off the shorts and sipped from his beer. I studied the strong jaw line and the stern angry looking eyes set in the fair skinned face. The stubble of some two to three days looked less uninviting now that he was down to his birthday suit, but -for me the- most interesting assets he had to offer. With the beer in his right had he lay on his back to my right side wearing nothing but his socks. I had never before seen his cock so soft and listless before a sex session but he seemed relaxed and in a very passive and contented mood.

I lay beside him feeling very contented also and quite relaxed in my mind. I felt very excited and randy in my body. I wanted to take his face in my hands and kiss the tender pink lips that nestled in the coarse stubble. I knew this was out of the question as straight boys -as a general rule- don't kiss. I had tried on previous occasions and was led to believe that his head is a sexual no go area. Lately he had allowed me to nibble his ears and his neck so I started in that area. Nuzzling into a fellows neck is a secure feeling for me and I nuzzled into his neck moving my lips and tongue in what I thought might be sensual ways I allowed my lips to travel as a caterpillar travels - slowly but savouring every millimetre of the domain. I reached his ear lobe and let him feel the pressure of my front teeth clench on the fleshy appendage.

Meanwhile, Tony had let his left hand wander down between our bodies and he had now firmly clasped my hard cock in his left hand. As I worked on his ear, putting the very tip of my tongue gently into the opening and behaving as a cat would to her kitten I enjoyed his ear for some moments. Tony's hand masturbated my cock firmly, slowly as though he was feeling and concentrating on each area. Oh it was a lovely and exhilarating sensation with the promise of more to come. I felt my body give an inner tremble and my brain take enormous pleasure from it. The closeness of the raw male body. The exclusiveness of the relationship as Tony knows no other men in a sexual capacity. The cock between his legs resting softly but ready, I was sure, to come to attention when his brain ordered it. And order it he surely would.

My left hand took hold of his nipple and squeezed the pink protrusion that stood up from the almost hairless chest. While he moved his hand from wanking me to playing with my balls I ceaselessly gave his upper body the full attention of my mouth, lips and hands. I eased my body into a tighter curl to allow my lips to take over the nipple manipulation from my left hand. On finding my head in the right position now I took the erect and hard nipple between my teeth and allowed my hand to wander down to his crotch. As my left hand covered his tight scrotum sac he open his legs to allow me full and free access to his most private of parts.

At that very moment Tony must have sent the signal from the brain, for as I was closing my hand over the testicles I could see his cock beginning to expand. From being a short flaccid object lying quite limp through gradual expansion as the muscles filled with blood until the vein began to stand out. I clasped my fingers round his balls and allowed the warmth from my hand and the excitement of my touch to take its effect. Surely enough Tony's phallus elongated, swelled and pulsated as it nestled in the dark blonde pubic hair at the base of his belly. As I lay there his magnificent weapon stood to attention like a soldier on parade.

Now that he had become erect he adjusted his position completely and took my cock into his mouth. Warm and pleasant feelings spread over my body. I experienced the wetness of the orifice and the tips of his even white teeth moving over the head of my cock as it entered the cavern. As my six inches of erect penile penetrated the back of his throat so my balls hit against his chin. I started to withdraw before he gasped for air. His hand took hold of my shaft and prevented total withdrawal whilst his tongue wrapped itself around my acorn and he sucked on it. Having replenished his air his lips slowly moved along the stem dragging his tongue on the underside, giving me a tingling sensation all along the vein. Back and forth his head moved as his mouth milked the appendage suspended from the body above him. Tony savoured and enjoyed each moment he dained to linger. The long strokes in and out, the tenseness of the vacuum like suction, the titillation of the tongue on the acorn all lent their magic and came together to make the moment enduring and full of memorable pleasure.

Having been put in this kneeling position over my partner I waited and enjoyed the ecstatic feelings of pleasure generated by his mouth and tongue. I noticed he had a substantial cut on his leg form some days ago. It had scabbed over now but had probably been painful at the time. Firm thighs covered with golden curly hairs that spread out around his genitals and gradually disappeared to an apex about his naval. Firm thighs, taught golden lightly tanned skin -the remnants of last years sun tan- over the stomach and around his twenty six inch waist. His mouth working ceaselessly dispensing pleasure to my cock. At moments like this I know it is good to be alive, healthy and have the ability to give take sexual pleasure.

My head lowered. With the weight of my body transferred to my right arm, my left hand took Tony's seven inches of throbbing manhood and supported it as a gantry would support a rocket. This rocket was not however for take-off. This rocket was for my immediate pleasure and maybe later would produce fuel for my consumption. Accordingly my mouth eventually came into direct contact with the fascinating missile. My lips brushed over the mauve shiny smooth flesh protruding from his foreskin which was now retracting before me. Letting my lips part as the projectile entered I removed the gantry and put some of my weight back onto my left arm.

With the tip of his penis now supported by my lips I dusted off the helmet with my wicked tongue before easing down the shaft with as much care as a mountaineer descends a rock face.

On feeling his hair against my lips I withdrew to the tip and gave the now wet head another good dusting. With my tongue encompassing the acorn I wiped it around the sense buds then using the very finest tip of my tongue I rimmed his urethra. His cock shivered at this so for good measure and to make sure it was no fluke I did it again. Result? It was no Fluke.

Unexpectedly just as the cock shiver subsided Tony whilst keeping my cock in his mouth spun us round through one hundred and eighty degrees. His ten stone body moved my eighty kilos with such deft dexterity that I was unaware of the move until it had been accomplished. His cock had fallen from my mouth during the turn. Now that I was on my back I had both hands free. One to find and replace the source of my taste bud excitement in my mouth and the other to explore the regions I had not yet visited. I sucked on his cock and he sucked on mine and we spend some time enjoying the sixty-niners.

Taking his soft skinned buttock in my hand I let it wandered around toward his arse hole and my middle finger played gently on the rim of the opening. He eased hid hips forward so that I could find the rose sitting there surrounded by bare skin in the immediate area and a line of pubic hair starting some one inch from the centre and forming a ring. This seemed to emphasise the actual arse hole itself and it was very inviting. On finding it a trifle dry I tried to get my fingers to my mouth to wet them with saliva. Tony chose that moment to give a deep thrust which forced his cock past my tonsils and into my deep throat.

His prick quickly retreated from my throat into my mouth area before I had a chance to gag or choke. I got my fingers into my mouth alongside his cock to wet them and he thrust again going into me very deeply. I spluttered as I pulled my fingers out and showered his bollocks and pubs with a storm of saliva drops. I placed my hand on his thigh to try to prevent or control the depth of his penetrations As my mouth was open to expel these droplets, with remarkable timing, Tony thrust inwards yet again. This time of course there was no restriction and I felt his cock head so deeply inside me that I was like a part of him. I relaxed and tried to breath through my nose slowly while concentrating on not choking and keeping my throat open to receive him. Three times he entered me this way. Each time he put his length of cock right down my gullet, past my tonsils, past my larynx and each time I seemed to be filled with his spirit as well as his dick. Sensational was how I felt and silently I praised him. I couldn't do it a fourth time I needed fresh air and he withdrew completely.

While he was fucking my mouth Tony had his fingers around my arse hole area. Squeezing my taint and running a finger on the rim. All the time my cock was being sucked as he moved his whole upper body, up and down on it from his elbows which he was using as pivot points rather like doing press-ups in the gym. There are less interesting ways to get exercise I am sure. Leaving Tony to continue taking pleasure from my cock I took the sachet of lube, tore it open with my teeth and quickly spread some on my fingers. Back at Tony's arse I used the slippery finger to lubricate the anus. His cock hung above my face so I pulled it down from it's natural horizontal position and took it in my mouth. While we continued to suck on each others cock I let my finger enter him. First one finger then a second one. His cock spasms and his tensed arse muscles told me he was loving this. I continued to explore his rear cavity, running my fingers round the inside and then pushing on the prostrate so giving him heightened pleasure. There is little so rewarding in life as giving pleasure to an attractive and desirable body and knowing it is being truly enjoyed.

A good life should be full of many such moments and I am fortunate in that mine has been well filled. I felt the inside of his arse and looked at the little tight pink rectum shining in the light reflected from the application of 'Slik' gel smeared on for ease of entry. He sucked on the length of my let my cock then he let it come out of his mouth and spoke "Put your fingers further in." "They are in all the way but I am going to drink some beer then fuck you. OK." It was a statement rather than a question I told him as I extricated myself from beneath his warm sensuous body.

We sat one on each edge of the bed and picked up our respective beers from the cabinets on either side. I sipped my beer and looked at his rugged state. I did not like to see him so dishevelled and unkempt as he looked then. My image of Tony is of guy with street boy attire and cred but with a clean-cut college boy complexion and looks. Tonight that image was never in evidence. Putting my beer on the cabinet I leaned over towards Tony. His beer can was in his hand as he lounged back onto one elbow and gazed back at me. Leaning over to him I took the can and replaced it on the cabinet beside him and I picked up a condom sachet at the same time. "Suck it." I told him offering my cock as I positioned myself near the centre of the bed and held the sachet ready to unwrap it.

Tony took my cock in his hand and examined it with his eyes. Looks of adoration accompanied the forward movement he made toward my cock and it practically jumped into his mouth. He listened as I unwrapped the rubber and the moment it was undone he freed my cock from his mouth and held it ready to receive the protective sheath. I slipped the blue condom over the head of my prick and rolled it all the way down. I hated these things. There is no way to get a proper fuck without skin contact all the way inside. If the cock is covered in plastic it may as well be a dog, cow, sheep or whatever that is being fucked as each 'contact' -because there is no 'contact'- is as impersonal as the other. However the medical climate of the day makes the dictates and in order to maintain the health and prolong the life of oneself and ones partners one has to protect and be protected.

"Do you want to lie on your back or your belly?" I asked him as I took some more gel and creamed his hole. My finger slipped inside and I felt a strong urge of total possession come over me. This arse hole is mine and no one else ever goes there. Tony had never even messed with his mates. He'd had a girl or two and that was his total sexual education before he met me.

With my middle finger up inside him and my thumb firmly placed on his taint I gave a squeeze as if to say 'I'm taking what I own'. His cock sprang up at my touch. Then he answered me "I'll kneel on my belly. OK?" He turned onto his stomach with his knees bent up under his buttocks and spread apart. I placed myself between those sturdy legs and held my cock in my right hand ready to guide it inside his body. Where he wanted it to be and where I was longing to place it. Tony, his hips high thrusting upwards with his shoulders flat on bed stretched his hands down behind him and using his fingers he pulled open the flaps of his arse. I pushed the covered tip of my hard cock up to the edge of the hole my fingers had just emerged from. As he held the door open for me so I entered that very private room. Gently at first just easing my manhood inside. Allowing the 'Slik' to do its work on lubricating I just applied a steady force while Tony held the way open. In a minute I was inside.

My body inside his body. "Fuck me harder" he told me. I withdrew my cock to the very edge, to the last millimetre and stopped. I waited for two seconds then thrust deeply inside. Whilst deep within his bowels I lowered my body slightly so that my hard cock would press against the inside walls of his rectum and give him pleasure. Tony groaned. "More. Gi'me more fuck me hard" I gave him more and I fucked him hard and I took great pleasure in so doing. I loved having my prick inside his lithe supple body. I fucked him for ages. I plunged in and pulled out many times. I gyrated my body to give him the full pleasure. Revelling in the power of being on top of this attractive fellow with my cock stuck right up his arse. The knowledge that he would be so ashamed of his behaviour if he were found out by his friends or the mother of his children with whom he lives.

The shape of his body like a pear and I was thrusting my dick into him deeply and fucking him to his delight and for my pleasure. Tony raised his head and shoulders on his forearms. That changed my angle of entry to his bum hole and he used his hips and buttocks to maximise on my long strokes. The muscles inside him were gripping me at each stroke and I had to will myself not to ejaculate just yet. "Easy. Easy." I muttered in the orange glow and kept right on fucking his anus delicious. I wanted to leave my seed inside him but the condom prevented the ultimate close contact. The condom is such a destructive element in that it prevents the fulfilment of the sexual act. No Residue: No Comment. On the other hand there is no evidence of the fuck to be found either. "No don't stop. Just come. Come. Come I'm coming can't stop ooh. ........... ah.......... I've come. Oh no shit I didn't mean to come." My fucking had excited him so much he had come whilst kneeling before me with my cock up his arse and his hands on the cheeks of his bottom.

I withdrew immediately and swung round to take his cock in my mouth as it spurted out his sweet love juices. "No don't empty it all. Let me taste it." I told him as I took his wet spurting cock into my mouth and let him fill it up with the spunk. He came a quite lot and when my mouth was almost full I swallowed. After another muscle contraction which expelled a quantity of spunk I felt him finishing. My cock still inside the condom spasmed and spurted as the Tony's seed slipped down the back of my throat so my own seed was ejected, to be wasted.

Tony got up of the bed and started to dress. There is one thing about Tony. When he has come he has finished no matter what state I am left in he dresses and is ready to leave within minutes. We walked down the stairs and he asked me to call a cab for him. I did and we spent the five minutes waiting for it drinking the last of the beer and enjoying small-talk. Five minutes later after the taxi and Tony had departed I was again at home alone.