Ty Experiences True Male-Male Love

While Gohrvi danced, he kept one eye on faces and bodies, glancing eyes and crotch-bulges, rounded arses and tongues flitting across lips. With the other eye, he watched the doors leading away from pulsating music and bright lights to quieter, darker places. Behind those doors were corridors lined with lockers (charmingly old-fashioned wooden lockers; no metallic clanging and banging!) where one could store one's phone, wallet, keys and jacket (and any other clothes that one might feel getting in the way). Corridors led to smaller private rooms. Some were elaborately designed playrooms equipped with everything from medieval stone walls and (simulated) torches to a medical examination table complete with stirrups and restraints. Some held nothing but a large bed (or maybe just a thick, stain-resistant floor-mat). Every corridor had a few adventurous men venturing away from the crowd in search of...

There, he spotted one, a boy so young... no, of course not, the Adonis Club checked up meticulously on anyone who might be under eighteen. Slim, creamy skin, curly brown hair, plain, tight white T-shirt and denim jeans, also very tight. Why did the boys do that? The seams left such angry red marks on their beautiful soft skin. He couldn't see the boy's face, though he scooted over to the door as fast as he could to follow him, but... how much does a face really matter?

He followed carefully, not wanting to alarm the boy, until they came to the first lockers. When the boy turned aside to look at them, knowing what they were for, obviously trying to decide, he caught sight of Gohrvi, who only smiled. "It's not required to undress, but," he opened a locker marked 0105, "I usually put my jacket away." He hung his old-fashioned tweed on a peg and pocketed the key.

"I don't have a jacket," the boy said, a little anxiously.

Gohrvi tried the direct approach, "I know it's your first time here." He didn't, not really, but most of the time his guess was spot on. He could hear the boy's sigh of relief, so he said simply, "I'd like to suck your cock." He paused, studying the boy's reaction, then, "No reciprocation needed, of course!"

"Um," the boy said, no less anxiously. Did he even know what "no reciprocation" meant? But Gohrvi noticed the bulge at his crotch was bigger now. "Um, where can we...?"

Gohrvi, always prepared, took a different key out of his pocket and held it up, "Got one of the rooms right around the corner here, if you like." The implication being, of course, that otherwise he might simply drop to his knees and open the boy's trousers right there.

"That," the boy smiled now, "That w-would be nice!" The little stammer was so endearing!

The short walk to the room was quite enjoyable, watching the boy's arse-cheeks bobbing as he walked, springy as foamrubber balls under... and, no, it wasn't heavy denim! Now that Gohrvi could see him up close he saw the boy's trousers were some thin stretchy material that outlined every curve. And so VERY thin he was almost sure there were no knickers at all underneath.

In the room where he would sample his first boy of the evening, Gohrvi tried his best to be reassuring. Sinking to his knees on the (fortunately quite comfortable) carpet, he patted the bed. "Have a seat, might as well be comfortable."

The boy sat, and Gohrvi deftly unzipped him, setting free a stiffening penis, the head already emerging from its foreskin hood. He smelled soap, plus a little nervous sweat. To prepare him properly, he said, cupping the boy's balls in his left hand, "I want you to cum in my mouth."

Some club boys shaved in an attempt to look young, but not this one. His genitals bore only a sparse crop of brown pubic fur, so few Gohrvi could count each lightly curled virginal hair. For a second, Gohrvi found himself speculating how long ago the skin had been naturally bare and entirely innocent, then continued, for emphasis, "Don't hold back, not for a second," and bent down to swallow the boy's cock.

It wasn't the first time an older man had sucked his cock, but that time had been so awkward, with someone ashamed, someone sneaking into his bed, barely rousing him from half-sleep, then disappearing into the night only seconds after the last hip thrusts had fired jets of warm teenage semen into a hungry mouth.

The next day, they had to pretend nothing had happened, and keep pretending, day after day, even though it did indeed happen, quite often in the weeks following, in fact. It had taken time to recover from that all-summer-long episode, emotionally. It had taken time to get up the courage to come here in search of those same wonderful, bewildering, feelings.

When Gohrvi's chin came down, nestling in the boy's warm ball-sack and Gohrvi's lips encircled the root of his cock, the boy let out a moan and slumped back on the bed, closing his eyes. Gohrvi began to bob his head up and down slowly, letting the boy's erection slide in and out of his throat. Aside from his lips and tongue, he didn't touch the boy, didn't even push up that white T-shirt to stroke his stiffening nipples, or pull the boy's trousers down around his ankles, however much he wanted to.

Gohrvi had learned from experience that it was best to take it slow, not wanting the boy to think getting naked was a prelude to the older man wanting access to his tight, inexperienced backdoor. He did hold the boy's thighs, but only because they were starting to buck as he approached his climax.

When it came, that is, when the boy came, his spasms were marvelously energetic, back arching, muscles tensing like steel cables, cum spurts flooding Gohrvi's mouth like the ejaculations of a sex-starved boy discovering his first hardcore male-male porn. Gohrvi slurped and swallowed happily for what seemed like hours until the boy finally softened, his breath steadying and his eyes opening.

"That was so good!" Gohrvi said, flopping on his back on the bed next to the boy, careful not to edge up too close to him in case the post-orgasm letdown gave him anxieties.

"Mmm," said the boy dreamily, snuggling up next to Gohrvi, "Yes it was!" He lay there, eyes unfocused, until he finally came back to the world, "Would you like me to, um," he fumbled for the words, then theatrically licked his lips, "To suck your cock too?"

"No need to rush it," Gohrvi said, "Let's just relax a bit now."

"Uh-hmm?"

Gohrvi decided to take a little risk. "We could get undressed though, if you're comfortable with that?" He gave it the intonation of a question. The boy, thoroughly relaxed now, hesitated not a second in pulling off his T-shirt and pushing down his trousers. Gohrvi moved a bit slower, and helped the boy hang his clothes or put them on the convenient shelves provided.

This time, when they were naked, on their backs, Gohrvi put his arm around the boy's shoulders and they held each other. When the boy looked at him, Gohrvi could tell he was wondering about touching. Gohrvi worked so very hard at his physique. No tattoos, no bearish steroid muscles. He could have appeared in adverts for £2000 suits or skimpy bikini underwear. He noticed the boy's cock was already stiffening up again.

Then, to Gohrvi's surprise, the boy reached down and pulled up his knees, opening his legs. "Would you like to bugger me?" he asked. Gohrvi could have sworn that the boy was a virgin! But then, the somewhat shaky use of the old-fashioned "bugger"...

Slipping down the bed, he got between the boy's legs, but instead of "buggering" (Oh such a charming word, a delicious taste of Oscar Wilde!), he bent down and stuck out his tongue. Yes, he discovered, as he began to probe the muscle ring of the boy's tight sphincter, this boy was indeed still a virgin.

Of course! Gohrvi almost smacked his forehead with the revelation: the boy hadn't taken down one of the tubes of lubricant (there was a selection on a convenient shelf)! That alone should have made Gohrvi 99% certain of the boy's delightful innocence.

The boy gasped, and almost lost hold of his knees, so surprised he was to be invaded by a moist tongue instead of a stiff penis. Gohrvi carefully put his palms on the boy's thighs to steady him, opening the arse-cheeks further, to get the last 1% of confirmation as he pushed in, meeting firm, nervous resistance to penetration. Yes, a virgin, something to savour... later.

Running his tongue up the hairless ridge to the almost hairless scrotum, he took each of the boy's balls in his mouth in turn (the boy's mouth opened wider, gasping deeper), sucking on them gently, watching the response of his cock. Soon it was straining vertical, with a swelling, purpling head. Gohrvi ran his tongue up the shaft in time to catch a sweet drop of semen pearling at the tip, then swallowed the boy's erection in one swift gulp, his lips tightening around the hilt, the back of his throat rubbing the cockhead.

It took longer this time, and there wasn't quite as much "product," but the boy moaned most satisfactorily, his hips moving to a slower, deeper rhythm this time. The boy's powerful thrusts exhausted his body so much his eyes closed and he slept, even as Gohrvi climbed back onto the bed and held him tenderly in his arms.

When at last he woke, he leaned over and kissed Gohrvi on the lips. Not a long kiss, not a tongue-kiss, but...

Well! Gohrvi had discovered quite a few boys would come to the club only to have their cock's sucked (or to suck cocks), to "bugger" (or be buggered), but simple affection, like a kiss, or even conversation beyond the bare minimum necessary for positioning arms and legs, cocks, mouths and arse-holes, would make them uncomfortable. He decided to risk exchanging names.

"I'm Gohrvi," he said, stroking the boy's hair, "Your sperm is delicious!" He wondered if the boy could taste it on his lips. He wondered if he should tell the boy he enjoyed tongueing the boy's tight backdoor as much as he enjoyed the boy's cock fountaining into his mouth.

"I'm Ty," the boy said, "I'd like to taste your sperm too!" He looked down at Gohrvi's throbbing erection, "Unless you want to make love to my arse instead?" At least he didn't say bugger this time!

"Have you ever sucked a man's cock before?" Gohrvi asked, genuinely interested. So many of them hadn't. So young... so hot... so horny. They could always find someone here hungry for cock who was happy to relieve their tensions, willing to do so, "without reciprocation." Sometimes the boys wouldn't even look at you afterwards, wouldn't even take a shower, just hurriedly dressed and ran off home. But still... they were simply delicious!

"I - " Ty hesitated, then confessed, "No, I never did. Sometimes me and a friend would wank each other off, but..."

"Then wank me off," Gohrvi said, moving the boy's hand to his cock and then reaching up to grab one of the tubes of lube from the convenient shelf. He would be the boy's friend. "After all, a first time shouldn't be fooling around in a club!" He left unsaid the idea that there would be a first time for them, and maybe back home with Gohrvi in his big, inviting bed?

"You want me to..." the boy asked, gently squeezing the shaft of Gohrvi's cock (the veins bulged, the head purpled). The boy handled Gohrvi's cock with fascination.

"Of course," Gohrvi responded, squirting some lube from the tube, most on his cock, but some on the back of the boy's hand, "It feels so good having someone else do it for me, instead of wanking off watching videos!" He hoped to show Ty some of his favourite videos, or maybe even make some together, if Ty were a truly uninhibited sort.

Ty began to stroke the older man. He'd handled so few cocks, there was still fascination touching one. He thought of how his own cock felt when he brought himself to orgasm, tried to handle Gohrvi's shaft just that same way.

Gohrvi smiled. It was almost as big a thrill to have his cock in inexperienced hands as it was to be inside a virgin mouth, or an unexplored arse-hole. He slipped his hand down to cup one of Ty's buttocks. The boy shifted obligingly, letting his arse-cheeks open to accommodate Gohrvi's inquisitive fingers. As Gorhrvi's hips began to thrust, he found his index finger touching where his tongue had just been. Yes, it was still damp, enough lubrication to get a fingertip in, probing the oh-so-tight muscle ring of Ty's anus.

"That feels so gooOOOOD! AH! AH!" his hips rolled as the boy brought him to his climax. It did feel so good, lying next to the boy, the boy's soft, warm skin against his, the boy's fist pumping his cock, the squeezing and releasing of the boy's coy little bung-hole around the knuckle of his finger. Did he dare trying to push two fingers in?... No, too late, he was cumming now, his eyes turning up in his head, his semen spattering in ropes over his belly and his chest as the boy watched, his own eyes opening wide at what he'd done. Gohrvi let out one last "AHHHHHH!" and slumped back, thoroughly satisfied.

They lay there holding each other, kissing lazily, smearing Gohrvi's semen over their chests and bellies as they hugged. At last, idly rubbing their limp, sticky cocks together with his left hand, Gohrvi said, "Shower with me? No bathrobes, hope you don't mind walking naked through the corridors!"

"I'm as comfortable without clothes as with clothes," the boy said, with a trace of braggadocio, and stood up, looking down at Gohrvi, who stretched luxuriously and smiled, running a toe along the boy's left thigh before getting up.

They weren't the only club denizens walking around naked. Some even bore traces of lovemaking. Both Ty and Gohrvi couldn't help staring at a smiling dark-eyed Oriental with long, straight hair who was uncircumcised and looked even younger than Ty and had a glistening drop of cream trickling from between his arse-cheeks to drip down the inside of his left thigh. Unlike Ty and Gohrvi, he was alone. Also, he wasn't heading for the showers. They watched him walk away, looking in any open doors as he walked down the corridor.

More than a dozen men were in the showers, but even so the room seemed half-empty, it was so spacious. Some were alone, quickly cleaning before heading home, but plenty of couples (and one threesome, two grey-haired men and a boy between them) shared a shower head. Not all of those were post-orgasmic like Ty and Gohrvi (or the boy in the threesome, who could barely stand up, one greybeard holding him up while the other soaped up his limp cock and shaved balls); some found the gushing warm water made a perfectly adequate anal lubricant.

"I'd purely love," Gohrvi said, as they watched a svelte African's cock rising above his drawn-up-tight balls as a muscular blond man kissed the back of his neck and penetrated him vigorously from behind, "I'd love to suck that cock as he gets fucked."

Ty wanted to sound sophisticated. "Do you think," he sighed as Gohrvi's soapy hands slipped down his back to cup his buttocks, "Do you think he can cum like that," he nodded to the African, whose chest was rising and falling faster and faster as his excitement mounted, "Cum without touching?"

"I don't know," Gohrvi slipped his hands around the boy's hips to later up his balls and still-soft cock, "Let's watch and see!"

They scrubbed each other off, sneaking glances at the loving couple from time to time. Of course there was no need for subtlety, since most of the men and boys in the shower room (except the ones concentrating on their own lovemaking under their own shower-heads) were watching the passionate anal penetration.

"Oh, Daddy," the African boy finally moaned, his penis rising, then squirting one, two, three, no four! Four perfect arcs of translucent cream that nearly splattered two spectators who'd thought they were out of range. The boy's "Daddy" (funny, his partner seemed no older than he was) held him tight as his penis throbbed, releasing a few more, smaller mouthfuls of boy-milk to splatter on the tile floor by his feet.

"That answers that," Gohrvi whispered in Ty's ear as he turned off the water, "Do you think you could cum like that?"

Ty, giggling, fetched a couple of towels from the generously tall stacks of folded Turkish towels from one of the many shelves lining the shower room. "Like you said," he giggled again, "A first time shouldn't be fooling around in a club!"

"And it would take some, ah, preparation," Gohrvi said, running his towel over the boy's chest, "You don't just open your beautiful peach cleft and start a party in your pants without," he moved closer, their genitals touched, "Without being properly enlarged first!" He reached around and ran a finger down the crevice between the boy's buttocks for emphasis.

"Mmm," Ty wrapped a bit of his towel around Gohrvi's cock and balls, rubbing them dry, "And I'd need someone experienced to help me with that, wouldn't I?"

"And someone with the necessary assortment of toys and tools for your enlargement. And, of course, enough time to make sure that enlargement isn't rushed," he tossed his sopping wet towel into a hamper and took the boy by the hand, heading out of the shower, "It can be quite enjoyable if done slowly and carefully, I've discovered."

"It's only Friday evening," Ty replied, as they walked back to Gohrvi's room to retrieve their clothes, "Plenty of time before work next week."

"Of course, of course," Gohrvi said, "It sounds like you have some free time this weekend?" It was a bank holiday on Monday too, he remembered. "If you like, I could give you a ride to my place. Maybe stop off and pick up a change of clothes and your toothbrush?"

"I can pick up my everything," the boy said, pulling up his tight not-jeans, "I've been couch-surfing. I can fit everything I own on Earth in a small duffel!" He zipped up slowly, not wanting to catch any tender skin, also letting Gohrvi savour the view as he stuffed his cock and balls under the stretchy fabric.

And so they packed into Gohrvi's LandRover and got back to his place in record time, up the stairs and into the master bedroom, Gohrvi pulling out his play kit while Ty stripped down and put his clothes away in a convenient dresser and closet provided for him.

"This," Gohrvi opened the kit to reveal an array of rubber penises ranging from impossibly slender to practically elephantine, "Is one of my favourite sets of toys." Ty observed that each one was realistically moulded, except that at the base it narrowed, then flared out, providing a convenient spot for a boy's anus to grip, while ensuring the rubber phallus would not disappear entirely into his happy hole.

"How do you want me?" the boy asked, starting to bend over the side of the bed."

"No, no, not like that," Gohrvi said, taking out the slimmest probe from the case, along with a tube of lubricant, "On your back." He remembered the way the boy had pulled his knees up that last time, and smiled as the boy did so again, without being told to.

Sitting on the bed next to Ty, Gohrvi squirted a generous dollop on his index finger and stroked it along the crevice between the boy's arse-cheeks, then slowly inserted it, alert to the quivering sphincter muscle. "Feel all right?" he asked.

"So," the boy swallowed, "So... so intimate, Gohrvi!" He had a puzzled look on his face, "I... I don't know how else to describe it -- oooh!" Gohrvi's fingertip had found the sensitive nubbin of the boy's prostate. The gentle massage felt like the very root of the boy's cock was being caressed.

"Yesssss," Gohrvi purred, withdrawing at last from deep inside the boy, "I think you're ready!" With that same finger, and another dollop of lubricant, he prepared the dildo enlarger, stroking it until the lifelike veined shaft was gleaming slick.

Looking down, Gohrvi saw the boy was so relaxed, his sphincter hadn't even begun to close up yet. It was so easy, just slipping the -- also very lifelike -- head of the dildo in, then pushing until there was nothing to be seen but the little pink flange at the end.

"Is it in all the way?" the boy said, uncertainly. It had happened so quickly.

"Absolutely," Gohrvi said, "Relax. You can put your legs down now." He stretched out next to the boy on the bed. Both were starting to recover their erections by now, but...

"We should probably have a bite to eat, though," Gohrvi said, "It's been a long day, hasn't it?"

The boy giggled, looking at the older man's cock.

"Hm?" Gohrvi raised his eyebrows.

"Oh," Ty said, laughing now, "I'd always had this fantasy of slipping under a table and sucking a guy off while he had his dinner!"

"Really?"

"Yes," the boy said as the two of them sat up. "I even imagined him having dinner with his wife, trying to keep his voice steady as I deep-throated him and made him cum!"

"Well," Gohrvi said thoughtfully, as he led the boy down to his kitchen and quickly pulled the curtains closed, "I could put out a few sandwiches, but I don't have a wife," he laughed, "Tomorrow I could introduce you to a cross-dresser friend of mine though! Oh, wait, I could pretend that I was on the phone to my wife, while you got busy down there." Then he remembered it would be the boy's first time (or so he claimed) and said, "Interesting fantasy for your first time giving oral!" The boy only smiled bashfully.

Gohrvi sat down at the table, but then got up and stepped out into the hall. Ty watched as he opened a closet and pulled out a foamrubber pad. "For gardening," he said, "Kneeling can be hard on the knees, you know." He set it down under the table, took some bread from the cupboard, meat and cheese from the fridge and sat down, opening his knees to allow Ty full access to his now rock-hard penis.

"Oh, hello dear," he pretended to pick up an imaginary telephone, "It was just that boy you hired to do the lawn and the gardening. He's starting work right now."

Ty took his cue and took Gohrvi's cock into his mouth. Gohrvi gasped, or maybe pretended to gasp, then pretended to catch himself. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking about you being away and well.... mmm," he sighed as the boy began to bob his head, "How horny I get when I think of you. Do you miss me too? You do? Oh, I know, I can't stand the nights alone in bed." He paused, as if listening, took a bite of his sandwich as Ty stroked his thighs and cupped his balls in his palm. "No darling, of course I'd never cheat on you, no matter how -- AH! -- how horny I got. Oh, nothing, nothing, I was just thinking of you. Why? You mean why wouldn't I ever cheat?" He laughed, "Because nobody compares to you." He listened, then, "Yes, haven't I always said no woman can suck cock half as well as you!"

Hearing that set Ty to giggling again, and the vibration was just enough to prompt Gohrvi's hips to jerk convulsively. Seconds later he felt hot splashes of semen on his tongue, and drew his head back a little so he wouldn't choke.

He got almost all of it; a drop or two ran down his chin, a little more escaped his lips and trickled down Gohrvi's already softening shaft, but the boy swiftly lapped up all of that. Swallowing, he asked, "And what kind of fantasy would you enjoy while I eat my sandwich?"

Gohrvi laughed and patted the table, "You can start by sitting up here. Sometimes being on my knees sucking cock is the most exciting thing, but other times I need to sit and rest and have my man-sausage served up to me direct." He moved his sandwich and Ty sat down in front of him on the table, opening his knees as far as he could. "For a fantasy," Gohrvi thought for a second or two, remembering, "You're a schoolboy, calling home to say your biology teacher wants to discuss a project he has in mind for you, a little work learning about the human reproductive system."

Ty's teenage cock throbbed just hearing the words. He held a hand to his ear as if he were phoning someone. "Daddy?"

Gohrvi smiled as he bent his head. The boy's very first word was perfect!

"I'm going to be a little late, Mr Horney want's to talk about a special project I'm to work on!" He paused, then, "Oh, yes, YES!" a bit too loudly as Gohrvi made a tight O with his lips and pushed it over the boy's cockhead, down the shaft and gripped tightly at the root, "I'm SO glad you're proud of me, Daddy!"

Gohrvi began to bob his head up and down, breaking the boy's train of thought. Ty pretended he had been listening to his phone, then took a breath and said, "Of COURSE I'll be home in time for my bath, Daddy!"

"Mmm-hmm," Gohrvi hummed his agreement.

The vibration distracted the boy for a few seconds, but he quickly continued, "Mr Horney says I'm learning a lot, and so -- UH!" The boy gasped, and pretended to cover it up with a cough, "So quickly! He says he really ENJOYS teaching me." The word "enjoys" was said a little too loudly, but Gohrvi could already feel the boy's thigh muscles tensing.

"Oh, no," Ty said, after "listening" a bit more, "Mr Horney is very nice and would never do anything improper. Yes," he insisted, "Yes, Daddy, it's just me with him. No, we're not in the classroom, we're working in his private office." Ty pretended to be a little frustrated, which was difficult because his breath was coming faster and faster now, his buttocks clenching and releasing. The sensation of the enlarger inside him, preventing his anus from closing up completely, was very strong now.

"Oh Daddy!" he moaned, "I would never miss bath-time with you! You know how much I like it when you soap me up, your hands all over me, washing my hair, my back, my chest..."

Gohrvi looked up from his work. The boy's nipples looked to be as stiff and erect as his penis. Reaching up, he began to stroke them. He began bobbing his head faster too.

The boy inhaled deeply when he felt Gohrvi's fingers on his sensitive nipples. "Yes Daddy," he continued, "When you wash my bum too, and my privates. Oh, it feels so gooOOODDGGGHHHH!"

Losing control, his eyes rolled back in his head and he gave up three warm squirts onto Gohrvi's waiting tongue. Not so much as his earlier orgasmic efforts, but a nice mouthful, squirming teenage muscles finally emptying his teenage balls completely.

When Ty came back to himself, his penis was limp, but Gohrvi hadn't released it, sucking gently on him as if he were a lollipop or pacifier. Seeing the boy's eyes open, he released him. "Let's finish our sandwiches and get ready for bed."

So they did, though they had barely enough energy to chew their food. They did remember to brush their teeth afterward, to avoid the worst of morning breath, but when they finally slipped between the sheets they were so exhausted there was time for just a quick hug, their penises soft and coy rubbing together so innocently, before they fell fast asleep.

Gohrvi woke first. The morning sunlight was in his eyes. The boy didn't wake when Gohrvi slipped out of their embrace, so he decided to risk pulling the sheet off. The weather was so warm that weekend they hadn't needed a blanket.

The boy looked so beautiful lying there, chest rising and falling slowly, eyes closed, lips parted just a tiny bit, as if his tongue would dart out, balls draped over his smooth left thigh, cock twitching occasionally in response to his teenage dreams. Gohrvi quietly got the play kit out, but then just sat there, waiting, watching the light on Ty's skin go from bright to dark to bright again as the clouds moved lazily past the sun, thinking of what it would be like to be his "Daddy," washing that exquisite teenage body in his big, claw-footed tub.

"Good morning," he said finally, as the boy opened his eyes and stretched, his back arching, almost lifting his buttocks off the sheets, "I think you might be ready to graduate to the next level!" He took a dildo out of the play kit. It was a little thicker, though not a centimetre longer, than the one now giving Ty such a nice feeling of fullness between his arse-cheeks.

"Ooo!" he giggled, lifting his knees and opening himself up, "You make me feel so grown-up!"

"The world needs grown-ups," Gohrvi said, a little more seriously. Then he pushed the boy's arse-cheeks apart and took hold of the outer end of the dildo. "Take a deep breath," he said, slowly extracting the shaft."

"Ahhh," said the boy, as if he were extending his tongue for a tongue depressor, "From childhood to adultery!" They both laughed at that.

Gorhvi set the lube-slick dildo down in a plastic basin he'd prepared to keep the bedside table's dark oak-wood top from being stained. The boy watched as Gohrvi dripped more lubricant on the next dildo. He was so relaxed that when he felt the head of the tool between his arse-cheeks his anus was still quite wide open.

Gohrvi slipped it in a little faster than the last one, but paused a few times to push it in and out. Coaxing the boy to open wider? Or giving the boy a little tease, a taste of what it would feel like when he was made love to for real?

At last, though, they had to leave the bedroom, dress and attend to the daily tasks. The first that Gohrvi asked of Ty was to clean and dry the first dildo and put it away. Ty obediently soaped it off, wrapping his hand around the lifelike veined shaft and pumping it as if it's flared head would squirt some imitation boy-juice if he just got it excited enough.

Rinsing and drying it off, he found himself thinking it wasn't as big as his own. Even the one filling him up wasn't as big as his own (or Gohrvi's, for that matter) but the next one in the kit...

The rest of morning was rather more mundane, though, after carefully closing all the curtains, Gohrvi did allow the boy to sweep and dust wearing nothing but tight, white jockey briefs.

"I'm having some people over this afternoon for a coffee," Gohrvi said when they sat down to take a break, "Nothing fancy, but you'll have to put your clothes back on."

"All right," Ty said, "It means we'll be able to open the curtains and let in the sunshine, at least!"

Gohrvi noticed that the boy sounded a trifle uncertain, so he pulled him over, slipping a finger in the his waistband and freeing the boy's penis, which was stiffening with a nervous little half-erection. "Before we let the neighbours have a look in, I want to show you how much I enjoyed seeing you wearing these skimpy briefs around the house and how much I've wanted to," he didn't finish, because he'd taken the boy's penis in his mouth as he got to his knees.

Letting Ty's briefs fall down around his ankles, he cupped Ty's buttocks, kneading them gently, the tips of his index fingers brushing against the flange of the expander, pushing it gently in and out.

Ty imagined Gohrvi's house filled with people, all around them, all watching as Gohrvi expertly fellated him. He squeezed his buttocks, felt his anus grip the expander firmly, then moaned, "Oh, I've wanted to, too!" and erupted with his first orgasm of the day. Was this why Gohrvi hadn't wanted to "take care" of his morning erection, Ty wondered.

Licking his lips and watching as the boy's cock softened and shrank, Gohrvi said, "Don't worry," he helped the boy pull up his knickers, "It's nothing formal, and you'll get to meet a lot of fun people."

Ty felt wonderfully relaxed now, but still wondered if the "fun people" would be like the people at the club, and what the "fun" would be, but it all turned out frightfully vanilla. Gohrvi had ordered some snacks and drinks delivered and the dozen or so guests spent the afternoon munching and talking of everything from football to movies to the situation of the economy. There was some beer and wine and spirits, but nobody got sozzled. Ty was surprised at how comfortable he felt, how welcoming everyone was.

It was a bit odd that all the guests (with one exception) were male. They arrived, for the most part, in pairs, usually a man about Gohrvi's age (sometimes a few years older) and a boy about Ty's age. The exception was a lovely Oriental woman about twenty years old, slim, but with rather large breasts and straight black hair so long she had to brush it out of the way so she wouldn't sit down on it.

Ty was so busy chatting and meeting people and eating and trying to remember names it was a while before he noticed that from time to time a couple would sneak off. Well, not so much sneak off as merely leave the room together, going off someplace for a few minutes.

When the couple returned, one of the two, usually the boy, invariably had a rather dreamy, eyes-unfocused look about him. Ty desperately wanted to ask what might be going on, but never got the chance, as Gohrvi was so busy, talking and eating and drinking and moving around the room like a whirlwind. Before he realized it, he and Gohrvi were shaking hands and hugging and kissing cheeks (the Oriental woman, whose name was Oralia Hothoney, even patted Ty's buttocks playfully when she hugged him) as all his new-found friends were putting on coats and saying their goodbyes.

It took some time to clean up afterwards. The restaurant that had brought the food did send someone to pick up the trays and glasses and utensils, so those didn't have to be washed, but there was still a good amount of work to be done. For fun, they again locked the doors and closed the curtains and worked without clothes, stopping occasionally to stroke and kiss as they bumped or passed by each other.

When at last they flopped down together on the couch, they were quite tired out, though not so exhausted that their penises couldn't stand to attention. As they idly stroked each other, Ty asked, "I think I might be ready for the next level now." He squirmed his buttocks, thinking how well he'd carried himself, socializing comfortably with such a substantial rubber penis embedded deep in his most intimate orifice. He was also thinking of the next bigger rubber penis in Gohrvi's matched set: it was at least as big as either of their cocks.

Gohrvi laughed, squeezing the boy's tool playfully. "I wasn't expecting that question," he explained, "I was expecting you to ask about Oralia, not about dildos!"

Ty squeezed back and snuggled up closer to Gohrvi. "I'll admit I was curious about that," he asked, "It seemed to me that every one of your guests was primarily, if not EXCLUSIVELY, into cock!" He gave another squeeze, then moved his hand down to cup the older man's testicles, as if to indicate the guests would also have an interest in those organs as well.

"To answer your first question first," Gohrvi said, releasing Ty's cock and standing up, "Let's head to the bedroom and see if your backdoor is as relaxed as your tool is tense!"

The boy bounced up off the couch, his cock also bouncing cheerfully, and followed Gohrvi to the bedroom, where he obediently flopped down on his back while Gohrvi pulled out the play kit.

"To answer your second question," he said, as the boy pulled his knees up to his ears, "Oralia is -- I cannot emphasize this strongly enough! -- a female." The boy gave him a puzzled look as he carefully separated the boy's arse-cheeks and took hold of the flange at the end of the dildo. "By an accident of birth, though," Gohrvi paused, then began to slowly pull, extracting the dildo, the veiny shaft gently caressing the boy's prostate and the circular muscles of his anus, "Oralia also has a complete set of penis and testicles!"

Ty let out a soft sigh, though whether it was due to the revelation or to the head of the dildo finally exiting his arse. "Her breasts?" he asked.

Gohrvi was instantly pleased that Ty used the pronoun "her," and said simply, "A little bit of hormone, a little bit of implant, all to make a young woman perfectly whole."

Ty wondered what Oralia would look like naked, but did not enquire, merely held himself open as Gohrvi selected a replacement enlarger, the next stage bigger, slicked up the shaft and, saying, "Take another deep breath," pushed it inside the boy, filling him up.

Running his fingertip down Ty's cock, testing to see if there was any weakening of the boy's erection that might have been caused by discomfort from the anal stretching, he said, "Excellent, excellent, I think you'll soon be ready, but I do want to make doubly sure of it."

Ty wanted to protest that he knew he was ready, but instead asked, "How do we make sure of something like that?"

"I have a friend I'd like you to see. A doctor, actually. He'll give a full exam." He wanted to say that when he'd heard of Ty couch-surfing, he'd wondered if Ty's life was too chaotic for him to pay attention to his health, but left it at that. "We'll go see him tomorrow."

Ty was suspicious. "On a Sunday?" He tightened up his sphincter, feeling the extra fullness now and wondering if Gohrvi's friend was really a doctor or just some guy with a fetish and a box of disposable gloves.

"He's a good friend," Gohrvi replied, "Or at least a good friend to anyone with cash for service."

Ty was still a bit doubtful, but he wasn't going to say anything, at least not while they indulged their fantasies for that evening. Ty discovered Gohrvi wanted to continue the teacher fantasy, sitting him in a comfortable armchair in front of his desk...

"I've noticed you have frequent erections in class," Gohrvi said, not sternly but compassionately.

"I-I'm sorry about that, sir," Ty stammered.

"No reason to be sorry, young man!" He patted Ty's crotch, startling the boy and making him jump, "It's perfectly natural for boys to be stimulated. You're young and healthy; it's just that your privates will, shall we say, disobey orders from time to time?"

"Yes, sir."

"For politeness and decorum, though, you have to keep things under control down there. The most effective means, of course, is to masturbate, either with a partner or by yourself if you have no one to work with."

"Masturbate, sir?"

"Yes," said Gohrvi, pretending to be surprised, "You know what that is, don't you, boy?"

"Y-yes."

"No partner, though?"

"N-no."

"There's no problem with that, young man. Some decent pornography is all it takes. What sort of videos do you like?"

"Well, sir, I-I mean."

"No need to be embarrassed, here," Gohrvi pulled over his laptop, "Let's see what we can find, eh?" Clcking quickly, he brought up a tremendous variety of images:

Two men kissing by the side of a pool, their skimpy swimsuits so tight the triple bulges of their cock-and-balls were outlined so very clearly...

A boy leaning up against a tree while another got to his knees and unzipped the boy's trousers, fishing out a stiffening penis, the head emerging from its foreskin sheath...

A driver pulling over and waving to a handsome young hitchhiker...

A boy lying in bed reading a futanari comic book and opening up his pyjamas...

Black-clad emo boys unzipping their trousers to reveal long, slim erections, crowding around in a group of four or maybe five to rub them together...

A sunny beach with nude men walking or swimming or just lying on towels while others rub sunscreen on them, their tanned skins glistening...

A doctor's office with a nude boy standing on a scale, the doctor pulling up a gadget to line up with the top of the boy's head to measure his height, the boy's penis starting to stiffen as the doctor puts a hand on his buttocks to steady him, the doctor's other hand holding a ruler, which you just know will be used to measure the length of the boy's erection...

A club disturbingly resembling the Adonis Club with dancers holding each other close, grinding their crotches together...

A gym with obscenely muscled body-builders running hands over each other's oiled bodies while others around them lift weights and yell encouragement...

Three teenage Africans in a sandwich, the middle one thrusting his cock into one boy's arsehole while receiving a third boy's cock in his own from behind...

Men smoking cigars and drinking Irish whiskey, playing cards while under the table a nude boy opens each man's trousers in turn and sucks him off...

Hungry men on their knees sampling anonymous erect penises thrust through holes in a graffitied wall...

An almost hairless boy with a thick penis twice the length of Ty's lying on a massage table as a much older man rubs his arms and chest, teasing, moving lower...

A man on hands and knees with mouth open and eyes closed, his huge cock swinging up to slap his belly as another man rams an even huger cock into his arse...

Boys lined up at a long table marked with lines like a playing field, each boy stroking himself, trying to shoot his sperm a greater distance than any of the others...

A younger man bent over an older man's lap with his trousers down, an old-fashioned thermometer slowly inserted into his anus...

A couple on a big round bed in a sixty-nine position, lazily fellating each other as the setting sun sends shadows across the room...

A man lying on a polished wood floor as a dozen other men stand over him, masturbating and ejaculating over his body, crisscrossing his skin with streams of semen, then stepping back, each giving his place to another man already stroking his cock, close to his climax....

They stopped on something titled "Ginger Adventures." A man in cream-coloured silk pyjamas was sitting on a bed undressing a rather younger red-haired (of course) man standing in front of him. As the tight white briefs (very much tented by the boy's erection) came off and dropped to the boy's ankles, he said, "Daddy, this time I want to ride on top, like you promised!" He put his hand on the older man's shoulder to steady himself as he stepped out of his knickers.

"That's right I did, didn't I?" he said, unbuttoning his pyjamas, "Shouldn't have told you how much work I do when I'm pumping my cock into such a TIGHT young love-tunnel!"

"Your poor overworked organ!" the boy said, bending down to lick the head of the man's cock, tasting a little clear drop of pre-ejaculate, then drooling and licking until it glistened wet and ready, "I'll be sure to ride it gently." He leaned forward, kissing the man on the lips and pushing him onto his back on the bed. The man's cock rose between the boy's legs and slapped against the crevice between his arse-cheeks.

Raising up on his knees the boy positioned his slowly winking anus above the man's cock -- the man helped by cupping the boy's buttocks in his hands, pulling them open -- and carefully lowered himself, gasping boyishly as the head popped past his sphincter, then inhaling deeply as he took the entire shaft inside his body.

"We'll start you just like this," Gohrvi said, "You'll be able to feel if it's going in right, if it's too fast, or my cock is too big for you." Then he swallowed the Ty's cock, completely forgetting his fantasy of Ty as an innocent schoolboy being taught how to masturbate properly by a kindly, understanding teacher with a library of pornographic videos.

Ty only moaned, staring at the screen, watching the boy starting to move, thigh muscles tautening as he pumped up and down, cock bouncing, dripping pre-ejaculate until the man took hold of it and smeared the liquid over the head and shaft, lubricating it, wrapping his hand around it.

The boy on screen rode faster and faster. Gohrvi sensed Ty's growing excitement: his buttocks were clenching and releasing, his breath coming faster and faster until the man in the video, one hand cupping the boy's balls, the other furiously wanking the boy's cock, called out, "Come for me, boy, cum now!"

And the boy did, his cock splashing ropes of semen over the man's chest, as Ty answered, "Oh yes, YES!" thrusting up with his hips, "I'm cumming for YOU!" and Gohrvi was swallowing mouthful after mouthful of warm boy-milk.

The video ran to its end and the screen blanked without either of them noticing, Ty's head lolling, Gohrvi gently sucking the last drops from the boy's balls as the boy's cock softened in his mouth.

"If you're tired," Gohrvi whispered when Ty's eyes finally opened again, "You don't have to --"

But Ty, yawning, answered, "Oh I want to, and while I do, I want you to tell me all about Oralia."

Gohrvi stood up and stretched, "Let's get in bed, then, so we don't have far to go when we both fall asleep." As they walked to the bedroom, Gohrvi began, "Oralia has developed her persona of a pretty girl to perfection. She's charming, friendly and attractive. She's someone a (heterosexual) male might look at appreciatively if he were to meet her at, say, one of the little get-togethers like we had this afternoon." He did not mention the likelihood that none of the men there had been heterosexual.

In bed, they lay down in a sixty-nine position, not so Gohrvi could suck the boy's cock -- that part of the boy's anatomy was already asleep! -- but so he could stroke the boy's buttocks, or hold his balls cupped comfortingly in his hand.

"She's discovered it's difficult, though, to find heterosexual males that understand her needs," Gohrvi continued, as Ty began to lick cock like a lollipop. "She maintains her persona every minute of the day, even when naked, even when making love." He thought for a second, "She even applies lubricant in advance so she's as ready to take a man's cock inside her as any assigned-female woman with her natural juices would be -- perhaps even more so!"

"Mmm," Ty said, for that was all he could do, having taken Gohrvi's cock in his mouth.

"She works so hard at it," Gohrvi continued, his voice catching as his climax approached, "I saw her at a little party making love to quite a few partners without taking her skirt off. She would bend over and pull her panties aside, opening up her love tunnel and taking one cock after another, girlishly telling all of them how good they made her feel, cumming inside her pussy."

Just saying the words were enough to set Gohrvi off. With a grunt, then "AaaHHH!" he emptied himself into Ty's mouth. This time the boy didn't let a single drop escape.

The next day they went to see Gohrvi's doctor friend. The office was a pretty flossy place, posh furniture and artwork in the waiting room, professional, efficient receptionist who seemed not the slightest bit fazed to see Gohrvi bringing in a young man she'd never seen before. With a warm smile, she informed them there would only be couple minutes wait.

"He times things exquisitely," Gohrvi said when he saw Ty looking around the empty waiting room, "And not just on the weekends. I've never seen this waiting room crowded."

As if on cue a middle aged-woman in grey slacks and a cream-coloured silk blouse stepped out of a door to the left of receptionist's desk. Hearing a quick, "All set!" from the receptionist, she replied, "Thank you!" and swept out, giving Gohrvi and Ty a dazzling smile as she left.

Ty wondered. The top buttons on the woman's blouse were undone, showing a good deal of smooth, lightly-tanned skin, but nothing really improper. Thinking of Oralia, Ty looked carefully at he woman's crotch as she walked by, to see if there was a trace of a bulge, but he couldn't really tell, maybe it was... or maybe just a generous bush of untrimmed female pubic hair.

"Mr Dahl," the receptionist said cheerfully, "Would you come in please?"

Ty wondered if the receptionist would wonder why Gohrvi brought Ty in with him, but she didn't even look up from her computer.

The Doctor was a devastatingly handsome man of about Gohrvi's age, grey eyes, close-cropped brown hair almost militarily short, a bright smile under a surprisingly bushy moustache. Efficient and proper, he had Ty sit up on the examination table and remove his shirt as he told Gohrvi, "Now of course you'll have to wait in the reception area after I've done the preliminaries."

"Of course," said Gohrvi, watching as the doctor listened to Ty's heart and lungs, looked in his eyes and ears, etc. Then, after a few minutes, he shook the doctor's hand and stepped out.

Politely asking Ty if he wouldn't mind removing the rest of his clothes and lying back, the doctor put on rubber gloves and pulled up two stirrups from the sides of the examination table.

Obediently (what else could he do?), Ty stripped down and lay back, watching the doctor preparing what looked like a cylindrical white plastic wand with a clear rounded tip. As Ty put his feet in the stirrups, opening his legs rather wide in the process, the doctor rubbed a clear gel over the wand with a sponge-tipped applicator.

"Now before we continue the exam, I need to ask you," he put his gloved hand on Ty's inner thigh, almost touching his left testicle, "You're not rushing into anything, are you? I mean, sometimes a boy can be a little too eager, can get caught up in the moment and," with the other hand he slowly urged the greased exam scope into the boy's anus, "Then you find yourself taking more than you intended."

Ty inhaled deeply, the smooth, rigid medical device felt so different from the vein-ridged, rubber anal expanders Gohrvi had been servicing Ty with, and had only just removed an hour before they'd left Gohrvi's place. "I'm good with it all," he said, surprised at how confident he felt.

"Sometimes older men can find themselves pressuring a younger partner," the doctor looked at a little screen by the examination table showing the brightly lit interior of the boy's rectum.

"Nothing like that!" Ty said proudly, "I was the one who asked for," he hesitated, not wanting to use the word "bugger" with a doctor, "I asked him to make love to me and he said we'd have to come here first."

"How gentlemanly of him," the doctor was wiggling the probe now, maybe trying for a better view. Ty felt the motion deep inside his body. It was mechanical, Ty told himself, I'm still a virgin.

After a bit more exploration, the doctor withdrew the probe, saying, "You're in excellent condition." He glanced again at the boy's penis. It was only semi-erect, but even that modest arousal indicated the boy was not uncomfortable having something the size and shape of a large penis stretching him out and penetrating him deeply.

"Remember though," he continued, fetching a cleansing wipe to remove the last of the lubricant glistening around the boy's slowly closing anus, "Emotional discomfort can often be much more serious than physical discomfort!" He waited, helping the boy out of the stirrups and then stripping off and disposing of his gloves. But Ty said nothing, only nodded his head. "I'll leave you to get dressed, then," he said, slipping out and closing the door quickly behind him.

In the waiting room, the doctor asked Gohrvi, "So are you going to tell me -- again! -- that this latest boy you've picked up is "the one" that you've been looking for? You're going to try for a long-term relationship for the first time in your life?

Gohrvi smiled sheepishly and only said, "He's been couch-surfing, doesn't have any place to stay. He's met the crowd and seems to fit in." He sighed, "I can hope, can't I?"

The doctor sighed. "I do wish," he said wistfully, "It was as easy to find partners for a heterosexual orgy as for a gay one." They both laughed, but stopped and managed to look serious by the time Ty came out of the examination room.

On the way out, Ty saw Gohrvi smile at the receptionist, who smiled back, winked, and said, "So nice to see you again so soon, Mr Dahl!"

In the car, before he put the key in, Gohrvi reached behind the seat and produced a small box with a pink ribbon. Ty found it was surprisingly heavy. He opened it and found a gleaming heart-shaped stainless steel toy with a pink crystal jewel attached.

"Do you think you could wear that for me?" Gohrvi asked, putting his key into the ignition.

"Oh!" Ty held it up so the sunlight sparkled, "I want to put it in Right Now!"

As Gohrvi let go of the key, Ty stuck out his tongue and began to lick the smooth metal -- Gorhrvi had not brought along lubricant -- and motioned for Gohrvi to help him. Together they spit and tongued it until it was glistening wet. Ty pushed his trousers down and quickly (to avoid the prying eyes of prurient passers-by) Gohrvi popped the plug in as quickly as he dared. Ty gasped once, so innocently it made Gohrvi's mouth water, but in seconds the boy's trousers were back in place and he was sitting upright comfortably. Or, as nearly comfortably as he could manage.

They spent the rest of the day in mundane tasks, food shopping, laundry and, inevitably, checking email and other communications -- even a holiday weekend couldn't get people to keep their thumbs away from their screens. By evening, Ty realized that, although it had been an extremely sexual day, from showering lazily with Gohrvi, to opening his arse for Gohrvi to extract his expander so the doctor's work would not be interfered with, then the doctor's very intimate examination and then that darling pink jewel he'd been feeling every time he moved his legs or bent at the waist... there hadn't been any actual lovemaking! His balls were filled to bursting and his erection popped up eagerly at the least touch or glance or thought.

Was he being saved for the big event tonight?

So, in the bedroom, wearing nothing but his tight, white cotton briefs -- made even tighter by his straining erection -- and his pink jeweled expander, he gave Gohrvi a kiss and a hug (resulting in a slow rubbing of their crotches), asking, "You said I would ride on the top like that little ginger boy in the video!"

"Do you want to call me Daddy like the boy in the video?" Gohrvi pushed the boy's briefs down, his erection bouncing up as the waistband scraped over it.

He thought of it, having a Daddy, as he stood with his legs apart and Gohrvi reached around to extract the wonderfully hard stainless steel toy from his arse-hole....

Daddy would buy him clothes and take him on holiday to warm tropical islands or chic, out of the way destinations on the Continent. He might wake up in the night and need comforting from nightmares, and Daddy would be there for him with gentle fingers and a warm mouth. He could luxuriate in the bath, Daddy running soapy hands over his body, telling him these feelings in his penis were so very natural and he should just let the tension release. He might feel unwell and Daddy would have to take his temperature just like that boy in the video, bent over, gently probed with a lubricated rectal thermometer. He might misbehave and Daddy would stretch him over his knee but then when the boy's trousers came down he couldn't bring himself to swat those smooth, round buttocks; Daddy would caress them instead, stroking and squeezing them, then opening them, running a finger down the virgin cleft between them, teasing until the boy squirmed in delight, his stiffening penis rubbing against the fabric of Daddy's trousers. Ty could be like one of those boys at the party, whispering to his Daddy that there was something he needed to take care of or he might have an embarrassing stiffy in his trousers that someone might notice and Daddy would take him somewhere private and take care of that erection with his hand or his mouth. He could be a happy innocent boy making his Daddy happy and proud in so many ways....

"Oh!" he said (it sounded so much nicer than "No"), "I want to be your lover. I want you to be my first."

"I would be so proud to be your first," Gohrvi kissed him, a long, deep kiss, then pushed down his own trousers and stripped off his shirt, saying, "Just grab me that lube off the bedside table."

Sprawling on his back, he stretched, arching his back, his penis pointing skyward. Ty held up the lube and asked, "Can I?" and Gohrvi nodded and smiled. The boy upended the tube and squeezed, swirling a gobbet of clear gel over the head of Gohrvi's penis until it began to drip down, then with one finger (he remembered how messy his hands had got the first time he'd wanked Gohrvi) rubbed until the length of the shaft glistened.

As Ty worked, Gohrvi reached over and cupped the boy's balls in his right hand, "Are yours as full as mine are right now?" His voice was rather intense now, "I want to cum inside you, Ty." He reached for Ty's buttocks and pulled the boy toward him. Raising up on his knees, Ty boy positioned his still wide-open anus above Gohrvi's cock and slowly lowered himself, gasping boyishly as the head popped past his sphincter, then inhaling deeply as he took the entire shaft inside his body.

"Kiss me," Gohrvi said, pulling Ty down to him. The two of them felt Ty's erection warm and hard between their bellies as they held each other and kissed, tongues twining, nipples rubbing together, eyes closed as they savoured the sensation: Gohrvi's straining erection massaged by the rippling, squeezing of the boy's internal muscles, Ty penetrated, filled up, the sensitive spot deep inside his body at the root of his cock caressed by the slow thrusts of older man's cock.

At last they had to come up for breath, and Ty pushed himself back to a sitting position, Gohrvi carefully opening his legs so his testicles could hang down and the boy's buttocks wouldn't put too much weight on them.

Gohrvi watched as Ty's penis bobbed up and down with every heartbeat, a clear drop of pre-ejaculate now forming at the tip. Taking hold of the boy's buttocks, he urged him to move. Ty moaned, thigh muscles tautening as he pumped up and down, cock bouncing, drops of pre-cum spattering. As Ty got into a rhythm, Gohrvi released his buttocks, one hand stroking the boy's chest and oh-so-sensitive nipples, the other stroking the boy's cock, smearing the oozing pre-cum over the head and down the length of the shaft, then wrapping his hand around it.

Ty moaned louder, throwing his head back and moving his hips faster and faster until Gohrvi could hardly hold on to the boy's throbbing cock. Gohrvi wanted to call out, like the man in his favourite video, "Come for me, boy, cum now!" but stars were exploding in his head and it was him cumming instead, milked by the boy's muscles tensing and releasing as Ty's orgasm mounted and exploded.

Gohrvi felt Ty's cock erupting in his hand. Warm licks of boy-juice splashed across his belly and chest.

Ty felt Gohrvi's thrusts, filling his virgin love tunnel, felt Gohrvi's hand stroking his cock, making him squirt again and again and again.

They shuddered and shook, their animal back brains flooded with raw male pleasure, slowly fading until Ty, exhausted, collapsed onto Gohrvi and they held each other, chests heaving together, smearing semen between them as they caught their breath. Ty thought he heard Gohrvi whisper, "You are a man now!" But he couldn't quite be sure. Maybe it was only his imagination?

A timeless time later, after Gohrvi's cock had softened, the head popping out of Ty's closing anus with a soft, squishy sound, and Ty had rolled off, lying next to Gohrvi, the older man gave him a last kiss and reached for his phone. "It's a long weekend," he said, pressing a number on his favourites, "I think we have time for one more adventure tomorrow.

Ty was mystified. He'd been expecting Gohrvi to take a selfie of the two of them, skin wet with the boy's sperm, both their cocks post-orgasmically small and satisfied as the ones Michaelangelo sculpted on his delectable marble boys.

"Gohrvi, darling!" the voice that answered was Oralia's, quite unmistakable, "I've been waiting for you to call!"

"She has?" Ty whispered, as Gohrvi asked if they might get together tomorrow.

"It would have to be in the evening," she said. Ty could almost hear her pouting, "If only you'd called yesterday when I was arranging my schedule..." she paused, "And I do SO want to see more of your young friend." Then, more loudly, "Hi Ty! I'm assuming you're listening on speaker!"

"Oh, yes," Ty said quickly, "Gohrvi just sprang it on me."

"Expect me around sundown and, if you play before then, please try to save some of your precious bodily fluids for me!" and she rang off.

They staggered out to the shower, but found they really were too tired even for that, so they enjoyed a warm washcloth, each caressing the other's chest, belly and genitals in turn, before they went back to the bedroom and turned in.

Monday was another celibate morning, the whole day, in fact, waiting for Oralia. They took a walk around the neighbourhood, Gohrvi introducing Ty to a few friends and neighbours, most definitely not belonging to the crowd that would frequent Club Adonis, or visit the house for little get-togethers like Gohrvi hosted on Saturday, but nobody raised a single eyebrow at the notion of a young man like Ty moving in with Gohrvi. Somehow, Ty was feeling much more comfortable than he had in years.

That evening, waiting for Oralia, Gohrvi had them close all the curtains, even though they were both quite properly dressed and surely Oralia wouldn't arrive wearing (or not wearing) anything that might spook the neighbours. "She can be very eager," was all Gohrvi would say about it.

Though her skirt was a bit short, it was nothing that would turn heads. It was white, reminding Ty of the women playing at Wimbledon. Instead of trainers, she wore pink, strappy high heels that almost brought her up to Ty's height. Her blouse was white too, contrasting her black hair, down to the small of her back. There was a pattern of Japanese characters over her large breasts.

"So good to see you again!" she gave Gohrvi a hug and a kiss, then turned to Ty. Her eyes were very dark, her lashes were long, her features small and delicate, like a porcelain statue. She hugged him, her breasts warm against his chest. Her kiss seemed to take forever. She didn't open her lips or give him her tongue, but everything else, the way her hands moved against his back, the way she moved her crotch against his, gave him the feeling she was somehow exploring him.

He tried to see if he could feel if there was an erection under that short skirt, but her illusion was perfect.

"Mmm," she said when at last she broke the kiss, "A girl could really get to like this!" Then she dropped to her knees and reached for Ty's zipper.

So that was why Gohrvi had wanted the curtains closed!

Ty had never had an interest in women so, despite Gohrvi's assurances that Oralia had a (functional?) male organ swinging between "her" legs, it took a little time, and coaxing by Oralia's tongue, to stiffen Ty's cock and persuade the head to emerge from its foreskin cowl.

She had barely tasted Ty's pre-cum, when she let go of him and turned to Gohrvi (who had already removed his trousers). Before she took his cock, she took his hands, pulling him down so he was on his knees too and she had to get on all fours, flattening her hands on the polished, dark wood floor.

So that was why Gohri had insisted on having it immaculately clean when they did their daily chores!

Ty watched as she wiggled her hips when Gohrvi thrust his penis into her mouth. Either he was into women as well as men, or he had no doubt of Oralia's true nature, despite her lack of Adam's Apple...

She wiggled her hips again and then, seemingly a little frustrated, reached back, hiked up her skirt and pulled aside a white cotton thong. At last, he caught sight of "her" penis! Stiffening, it was easily the same size as Gohrvi's or Ty's. He marveled at Oralia's ability to sustain the illusion of femininity.

Obediently, Ty got to his knees behind her, where he discovered she had prepared herself so thoroughly, lubricant was oozing from the cleft between her arse-cheeks and dripping down over "her" balls.

He put his hands on her buttocks; she responded by moving her knees a little further apart, opening up her anus. It quivered, expanding and contracting slowly, beckoning to him. Holding himself in his left hand, he manoeuvered the head of his cock to the tight muscle ring. He thought to himself, "virgin,"... But he was the virgin, his cock was going where he'd never put it before, but where... how many?... others had been before him.

Holding her hips, he thrust himself in, feeling for the first time the warm, tight exquisitely beautiful sensation of the perfect place for a boy's cock, the place that can be found only between the arse-cheeks.

Oralia echoed his thoughts. It sounded like "Oh So Goooood!" but was so heavily muffled by the cock in her mouth maybe he only imagined it. It did feel SO good, better than Gohrvi's hand, even better than Gohrvi's mouth! As he began to pump himself in and out, he looked down at her, long black hair along her back, hanging to the floor, and tried to think of that quick glimpse of a cock hanging down, tried to think that every time he thrust in, it was Oralia's balls that his own balls were bumping up against.

He smiled. Gohrvi hadn't done that with him! When he'd sat on top, like the ginger boy in the video (Oh, he would be watching that over and over!) Gohrvi's balls had only rubbed against Ty's buttocks.

Seeing Gohrvi thrusting into her mouth, thrusting deep until his balls pressed against her lips, Ty increased his pace. The tight, squeezing ring of her sphincter moving up and down his cockshaft was simply heavenly and he had to hold on tight to keep steady.

Her body began to shake, her hips rolling, muscles clenching, pushing Ty over the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, deep inside him, down at the root of his cock... just the place, inside Oralia's convulsing body, where his own cockshaft was tunnelling into HER.

As stars exploded in Ty's head, he thought he heard her screaming, somehow screaming with a spurting cock down her throat and Gohrvi's testicles draped over her chin.

"Help me get her to the couch," was the next thing Ty remembered hearing. His cock, almost completely soft, popped out of Oralia's backdoor as Ty blinked his eyes and shook his head. Buttoning his trousers, he helped carry her limp body to the couch. She was surprisingly heavy, or maybe it was all Ty's energy had been exhausted.

He wondered, foggily, if they should "straighten up" her clothes, make sure her male genitals were hidden safely away inside her thong underwear. But Gohrvi made no move, aside from smoothing out her skirt and buttoning up her blouse (the top two buttons had come undone during their lovemaking, revealing small nipples, like tiny dark brown gumdrops).

She had even kept her high heels on!

"Best clean up before she wakes," Gohrvi whispered, nodding in the direction of the door. Ty looked and saw three quite large puddles of semen, Oralia's semen, creamy white on the dark floor. Had she reached back and stroked herself while they made love? Ty couldn't remember if he'd seen her do so; it wasn't really what he'd been concentrating on.

They fetched a wet rag and a dry rag and the two of them quickly mopped up the floor and dried it so there was no trace, no evidence at all that Oralia possessed functioning male sex organs. Then they made their way to the lavatory and took turns washing each other's cock and balls at the sink.

"Will she stay the night?" Ty asked as Gohrvi soaped up his balls and very limp cock. It felt so warm and intimate after the frantic lovemaking, down on the floor like animals.

"Oh no," Gohrvi said, "She has to get home, but," he splashed warm water to rinse the boy's genitals, "She took a bus here, so we'll have an excuse to give her a ride home." He took a towel and dried the boy, saying, "Best change to a clean pair before you dress, you got your knickers all sticky!"

Oralia was still sleeping when they returned, but soon opened her eyes and stretched. "It has been SUCH and long day!" she said, "And you two boys have simply WORN me OUT!" She giggled girlishly. Ty wondered what she'd been doing that morning and afternoon to be so exhausted.

So they all piled into Gohrvi's LandRover, with Oralia insisting Ty would ride in the back with her, "Because I do SO enjoy virgin boymeat! Next time," she said as she pulled down Ty's zipper, "Gohrvi can have my pussy while I suck this nice big tool!"

As she fellated him, her long hair draped over them in an attempt to conceal their play from any inquisitive passengers in any other automobiles, Ty looked at the curves of her arse, barely concealed under her skirt, thinking of the penis he'd barely got a glimpse of, wondering what it would taste like, wondering if Oralia would ever admit it even existed.

It was some time before he ejaculated. Oralia was obviously using a more relaxed technique than she'd used with Gohrvi. Or maybe it was because Ty's second cum of the day always took longer than his first. He thought of stroking her hair, but... the hair was so female, he had to think of her cock again, and her deliciously tight arse... and he was cumming again, filling her mouth, emptying his balls as she greedily sucked and swallowed.

Even as he sagged back, looked out the car window at the passing houses, she kept him inside her mouth, coaxing out the last drops, letting him soften until, just as Gohrvi announced they would be arriving soon, she let him slip out, blew gently on him to dry him off, and zipped him up.

"Are you going with Gohrvi to Albemarle?" she asked as she opened the car door.

"Albemarle?" Ty asked, as he opened his door, to climb in the front seat with Gohrvi.

"I'm sure we'll be seeing you there," said Gohrvi, as she leaned in to kiss him goodbye, a nice, long kiss, letting Gohrvi taste the boy's semen on her lips and tongue.