10
Apr
2008
A great portion of cum
A great portion of cum after a good wank
Older Sadder Wiser Pt. 02
The Adventures Of Urlen – Chapter 14
Is that..er.. Urlen?
Yes.
Funny name.
Yes.
This is Chris. Jeff said I should phone you.
Yes. (I was becoming as monosyllabic as Chris but I wanted him to make the running.)
He said we should meet.
Yes.
Meet me in the shop then. Come to the kitchen exhibition centre at 11.00 o clock tomorrow. I ll be there. And he rang off.
Hurriedly I rearranged my work schedule and the next day I reached the shop in good time to search the warren of different kitchen layouts which were on display at the back of the shop. Chris was in a far corner dressed in his white shop coat poring over some literature. He hardly looked up as I came alongside him.
Good to see you I said conversationally.
Can t talk long he said looking down at a brochure he had been pretending to read. If you re interested the only time we can meet is on my afternoon off. That s Tuesdays between 1.30 and 3.15. I ve left my address and phone number on the back of this brochure. Only phone me if it s urgent and only on Tuesdays between those times. Come next Tuesday at 1.30 if you can. Wear your hat and carry your briefcase. And with that he left meeting my gaze but without smiling. As he turned to walk away I noticed that his shop coat was open at the front and that unlike Jeff he hardly had a waist. He was stocky but not fat and his jeans rested low on his hips giving him that curiously short-legged appearance I had noted before. Now that I was looking at him with special interest I noticed that he was very light on his feet. He had short light brown hair blue eyes and as Jeff had suggested a very masculine- looking face. My interest in him quickened and I was surprised that I had not noticed him before. I was puzzled as to why he had brought me to the shop for so short a conversation when what he had said could have been said just as easily on the phone. I took the brochure with me and went back to work making a mental note of his address and telephone number in my head.
The following Tuesday I was held up at work and was a little late arriving even though I had driven out at the weekend to familiarize myself with where he lived. It was a bungalow on a road with several similar houses about a quarter of a mile from the Builders Merchants. They had small front gardens and a garage at the side. I parked round the corner and walked to his house wearing my hat and carrying my briefcase. He was waiting for me and opened the door before I could knock. Sorry I m late I said I got held up at work.
He just nodded. As he was expecting his daughter back from school just after 3.30pm and it was now nearly two o clock we didn t have much time for casual conversation. He offered me a cup of coffee and as soon as I had drunk it he said shortly Shall we go into the bedroom then? When I nodded he opened the door which led into it. It was the room he shared with his wife with a double bed and the usual furnishings. There were net curtains covering the window and the room was fairly cramped. There was a rack of her shoes and the wardrobe door was partly open showing where she hung her dresses.
I felt a little uncomfortable a little rushed. I wasn t sure what I was letting myself in for. Where shall I put my clothes? I asked and he gestured towards a chair by the side of the bed. I moved towards it and took off my pullover and shirt then turned to face him to see that he was on the other side of the bed about to unzip his trousers. He stopped when he saw me watching so I said Do you want me on the bed – or in it?
On it he said. I like to see what we re doing.
I turned back to my chair and continued with my undressing. It was all a bit sudden and I had only the beginnings of a hard-on. When I was naked I turned round and found he was already lying on the bed. His body was a real surprise – and a real turn-on! He looked superbly fit and I felt a tingle which became a rush of blood to my dick as I looked at his. His hand was round it he was fondling it gently and it was growing mightily!
I lay down beside him still feeling a bit embarrassed but fully hard by now and he rolled over onto his side and immediately took my dick into his hand.
Nice one he said Longer and stiffer than mine but not as thick.
I lay back and let him play with it. His fingers were not as sensitive as Jeff s but they felt good and he soon had the foreskin rolled back and was stroking me with his fingers lower on the shaft than I did it myself.
Would you like me to suck it? he asked.
Go ahead I said But I operate on a hair trigger and might cum very fast.
That s all right by me he said and shuffled down the bed so that his lips were close to my throbbing cockhead. The moment he took it into his mouth was delicious. I shuddered with pleasure and stretched out my arm to reach his dick. It was a complicated manoeuvre given our respective body positions so I said Can I hold yours while you suck mine?
He moved so that it was easier for me to grasp it.
Unseen it felt wonderful in my hand : soft succulent and excited all at the same time. It wasn t long but I think it was the fattest I had ever felt. As he bent his face over my dick and softly caressed it with his lips so I felt his stiffen then soften then stiffen again in my hand.
He gasped. Take it gently and we might cum off together.
And now he was sucking me more urgently and I was stroking his dick with longer and quicker strokes. I could feel his foreskin sliding in my hand and sense the gathering tension in him as he tried to time his rising orgasm with mine. There was no way we could stop now.
I m close I muttered through clenched teeth and beginning to arch my hips upwards.
So am I.
Here it cums then.
Me too.
And he withdrew his lips and stroked me with his hand while I bucked my hips and shot my load with the force of a rocket all the time keeping my hand pumping up and down on his shaft. He groaned and I felt my thumb and forefinger suddenly turn damp slippery and slimy. He kept on panting and I realized though I had seen nothing of his orgasm that it had been very intense.
When his spasms which went on for a long time were finally over he rolled over onto his back and I saw that my hand was covered with thick creamy-white sperm. Spunk also formed a pool at the end of his dick in the hollow made by the foreskin closing over his knob for all the world like snow lying in a small hole on the hillside. Some of it had detached and lay in a white blob on his belly and there was a long ribbon where he had spurted onto the upper part of his belly. His dick warm fat and soft was now lying spent and curled on his pubic hair. His balls looked floppy and relaxed too.
He sighed deeply. I needed that. I ve been looking forward to it all day. I came really quickly for you. It usually takes much longer. That s significant I suppose.
I was not sure what he meant but took it as a compliment to the amount of excitement we had generated together. Then with a look of satisfaction he lay back against the pillow closed his eyes said Sorry if I go all flat now and started to go to sleep.
It gave me the opportunity I had missed earlier to take a good look at him. His body as I have said was quite short and stocky but it was the body of an athlete. His abdominal muscles rippled and he had the upper body strength of someone who worked out in a gym. In his shop coat I hadn t noticed what a great shape he was in. I thought it extraordinary that his wife cared so little for him. His dick even in its limp state was like him – fairly short but stocky and his balls were a good size. His sexual endowment struck me as being ideally masculine and his dick looked beautiful in the daylight coming through the window. Funny how some guys have dicks which are aesthetically pleasing – and some don t! Chris s didn t have a mushroom head standing out from the shaft. The knob in itself a very beautiful dished expanse of that special purply skin full of nerve endings was a smooth extension of his six inch shaft. It had a pronounced rim picked out in a deeper shade of purple When I got to know him better I realized it was one of those dicks which never get specially hard but which remain softish and supple even at the moment of orgasm. I wondered if he often came home on his afternoons off and lay on the bed for a wank and a sleep before his daughter arrived home. I was again surprised I had not taken more notice of him before.
He opened his eyes. We make a good pair he said ironically. Both married men both let down by our wives both with children. I ve often come home on a Tuesday afternoon and wished I could have it off with someone but if my wife found out there d be hell to pay. Usually I just have a wank. If she knows she doesn t seem to mind. She hardly ever lets me make love to her and even then it s rubber on rubber. She doesn t enjoy it and I take an age to cum. She s mortally frightened of having another child.
But you ve had Jeff for company sometimes haven t you?
Very rarely. Our half days don t coincide. Saturday afternoons I play football and go down the club in the evening and Sundays she s home all day. Every now and again she takes Amy by car for tea to her mother s thirty miles away but that s not always suitable for Jeff if he s looking after his granddad. He s been a good friend though. As we re colleagues at work we ve avoided getting too close. It makes working together uncomfortable.
For Chris normally so monosyllabic these were long speeches seeming to well out of him from a pit of loneliness. He was not someone I felt I could be fond of in the way I was fond of Jeff but sexually I found him extraordinarily attractive.
I put my hand on his limp dick and he said There s no time to do it again now. Anyway I never could do it twice. If she offered me sex tonight I d be hard put to do it. Anyway she won t.
So how often do you wank then?
More or less only on Thursday afternoons. And Sundays – if she goes to see her mother. How about you?
I told him I had no particular pattern. If I was turned on by the thought of meeting him or Jeff I might do it in bed at night or I might do it to relive an experience.
You mean you might do it again tonight thinking of what we ve just done?
I might.
Lucky you. Just think of me lying beside my missus and wishing I could suck you off again.
How did you get into this game to begin with?
Ah – that s a long story. I ll tell you when we next meet. Time s running on. We d better put on our clothes.
And with that we both rolled off the bed and he pulled his pants over his gorgeous dick and I prepared to leave his house.
Same again next Tuesday? I asked.
Come a bit earlier he said And we can take more time.
That evening after I had made the family meal and my daughter had gone to bed I reflected on what had happened at Chris s house. I would have felt a heel towards Jeff if he himself had not suggested that I meet with Chris in the first place. I wondered about the relationship between them and felt that Chris was more male and less sensitive than Jeff. Chris s white shop coat at work disguised his physique and his sex appeal whereas Jeff did not wear one. Chris also had a kind of low centre of gravity because as I realised now his legs were relatively short compared to his body. He was only about five foot six inches tall. I realised too that being monosyllabic at work did not mean that he was always like that. Once warmed up he could speak with fluency and feeling. I looked forward to our next meeting and made sure I arrived on the dot of one thirty.
He was waiting for me and I placed a couple of bottles of beer on the kitchen table which we drank together with a meat pie I had also brought. Having our lunch together like this was good and there was none of the nervous tension that had preceded our previous meeting. When we made our way to the bedroom it felt just right to be taking off our clothes and lying together on the bed. We were both horny and this time I was able to take a good long look at his dick. The most striking things about it were its uniform thickness from base to knob and the pronounced spunking tube from the base to where it disappeared just under the knob. Because the glans itself was no mushroom the foreskin didn t slot into the space below the rim. Instead it moved easily up down and over the large expanse of shiny purple- red surface and when soon afterwards I took it into my mouth I had to hold the foreskin down with my fingers in order to concentrate on the nerve endings contained in that shapely knob. It was so big it seemed to fill the whole of my mouth.
I took it very slowly at first. I admired the flat firmness of his abdominal muscles and I could sense the pleasure he felt as I fondled his balls caressed his knob with my lips and slid the fold of foreskin to and fro with my fingers.
Hold on a moment he said I don t want to cum immediately. Lets have a go at you.
We exchanged positions with me on my back and him on his side taking my dick in his hand. Hey this is a great dick he said. Must be at least eight inches long.
May be I replied. But it s how it feels that matters. Yours is thicker – I like it a lot.
Does this feel nice? he whispered as he caressed my rod with his lips and tongue.
Wonderful I gasped. Just keep doing that – gently.
How long do you usually take to cum? he asked.
It depends. If I m very highly stimulated – like now – not long. I ve always cum far too easily I think. I don t need much movement to make it spurt. Just a finger gently rubbing the sensitive hot-spot under the tip will do it.
Show me.
He took his fingers off my dick and watched as I caressed my knob in the way that most prolongs feeling without immediately sending me over the edge.
I don t do it like that he said. I hold mine lower down and take much longer strokes – like this. And he demonstrated with two fingers wrapped fairly low round the shaft. His technique was very different from mine.
Funny how we all differ I said. People cum differently too. I have about four or five spurts the best of them always the first. But some guys have more than that and some less.
It s my second spurt that shoots furthest said Chris But they all feel great. Even when I ve finished pumping the spasms are fantastic.
Show me I said.
OK – but suck me first and then I ll take over.
I closed my lips round his dickhead and moved my head up and down. He put his hand on top of my head and gave me the rocking the rhythm he liked best. If he d had a hand round my dick too I d have cum off in a flash. He took his time. About four minutes into this stimulation he became much more urgent rocking my head up and down in a quicker rougher rhythm. He began to pant and moan and then with a quick movement of the hand he withdrew his pulsating tool from my mouth threw back his head thrust his hips forward and wanked his dick with long firm strokes wrapping two fingers as he had shown me round the shaft quite close to the base. A show of creamy white spunk appeared at the tip as his foreskin slipped up and down only partly exposing the glans. Then a spurt of sperm shot out followed shortly afterwards by another which flew high onto his chest. His hand flew as more spurts burst out. Looking up at his face I saw that he had his eyes closed and his lips drawn back in a rictus which could easily have been mistaken for an expression of pain. I noticed too that the muscles of his midriff were shuddering and creasing with the spasms of his orgasm. It reminded me forcibly of Des (see Camping in France Chapter 8 of these Adventures) and was perhaps the most amazing orgasm I had ever witnessed making mine seem somehow humble and less exciting.
His spunk was thick and white and some of it dribbled onto his fingers as he slowed his movement to a stop. Gradually the soft hardness left his dick until it was all soft lying used and forlorn on his belly. I realised then that I enjoyed watching another man masturbate in cosy intimate surroundings as much as having my own hand on his dick when he spunked.
Chris sighed deeply. I ve never shown anyone before he said But that s how I do it.
You re wonderful I said – and meant it. You re a very virile person.
You re not so bad yourself he said smiling. Give me a moment or two and I ll be ready to see how you do it.
And I went on to show him. He was surprised that I concentrated on the tip and he replaced my hand with his to copy what I had been doing. That s it I said Just keep rubbing very gently and it ll send me over the edge.
It did. As he felt my orgasm mounting he slipped his hand down to the shaft and stroked it vigorously. I rather wished he had kept it up at the top but it made no difference to the result : a jet of spunk erupting as the first ejaculation followed by some smaller spurts then the end-dribbles.
I see what you mean he said. Jeff s more like you than me I think.
Tell me about you and Jeff I said. How long have you been friends?
You mean how long have we been having sex together? Not long – and not very often. I was employed by the firm before him and he went on to tell me that Jeff had arrived two years ago when his grandfather first became ill. The owners of the Builders Merchants business were Jeff s cousins so they d given him the job as the best means of supporting his Granddad. Chris had helped Jeff get established and had admired the way he picked up the business. Everyone liked him both customers and staff and people were often amused by his wide belt his corduroy trousers and his pullovers. He didn t seem to have a girl-friend and some were suspicious that he might be queer but his excellence at the job and his devotion to his grandfather plus the fact that he was related to the owners silenced any gossip. He was a sympathetic listener and it was after Chris had told him about his life at home that they became friends. They met each other in the pub on Sunday evenings and it was on one of these occasions that Chris had told him that his wife had taken their daughter to see her mother that afternoon.
You don t go then? Jeff had said and Chris had told him how he couldn t stand his mother-in-law and how welcome he found the quietness of the house after they had gone. I love Amy my daughter he had said But time on my own is precious.
Precious? Precious… for what? Jeff had asked leadingly and Chris had blushed looked down at his feet and stammered You know…
If you mean you have a wank when they re out well I imagine lots of married men do that said Jeff. I m not married nor likely to be but I often have a wank on Sundays as a way of relaxing. Tell me have you ever had a wank with another man?
Chris had felt uncomfortable but compelled to tell the truth. When I was younger I messed about a bit he confessed. And I ve often wondered what it would be like now. I don t have anything against it if you see what I mean as long as there s nothing anal. I shouldn t like that.
Their eyes met and an understanding dawned. Next time she goes to see her mum let me know said Jeff and that was all that needed to be said. They had met four weeks later Jeff had made everything easy for him and he had enjoyed it. It was just a pity they could meet so rarely. Their half days didn t coincide and at the weekends they only had Chris s place to go to when his wife went to visit her mother. He hadn t minded when Jeff had started seeing me and now in view of what had happened he was glad of it.
I enjoyed talking like this with Chris in after sex mode when we were both relaxed and able to be frank with each other. He had long ceased being monosyllabic but unlike Jeff he didn t go in for kissing and I wasn t fond of him in the same way as I felt about Jeff. He preferred too to have his own fingers round his dick when he came in order to get the timing exactly right whereas I was happy to feel the stimulus of a hand other than mine even if it was rougher than ideal. But though our problems with our wives were different being able to talk about them with a fellow-sufferer helped. We were unable to meet every Tuesday afternoon firstly because my work schedule wouldn t always allow it and secondly because Chris s wife was a teacher. With twelve weeks of holiday a year there were twelve Thursdays when she was in the house during his half-day off work.
I think it was at our third or fourth meeting after he had had a spectacular orgasm that Chris before he drifted off into sleep said What are you doing this Sunday afternoon? I ask because my wife is going to see her mother and Jeff has agreed to come round.
A threesome – and seeing Jeff again! Couldn t be bad! I asked after him and Chris told me he was feeling better but still unsure about what he should do now that he was living on his own. I agreed to meet them (of course) and the following Sunday I set off in keen anticipation of the excitement to come. Jeff was already there when I entered the house sitting on the settee in the living room. Chris was in the kitchen making coffee and Jeff stood up opened his arms and we stood embracing and kissing each other like long-lost lovers. It was just wonderful to see him again though he looked pale and strained and we both got instant hard-ons. He was wearing his usual corduroy trousers with the wide belt and I could feel the bulge of his stiffening dick rubbing against mine.
Chris came in with the coffees as we were still embracing and said dourly Someone needs to keep you two apart. Come and sit down and drink this and he sat in the middle of the settee so that we had to sit on either side of him. We took our revenge however by pressing our knees up against his and then using our free hands to slide them up his inner thighs. He could see from our bulges that we were excited and his reaction was to open his legs so that his crotch could have more room for the rapid expansion going on there. After a few minutes of such stimulation he put his coffee mug on the floor and said I m getting a trifle cramped down here. He stood up and undid the top fastening of his trousers and slid the zip down.
Jeff put his hand inside and drew out Chris s dick. It was in its usual state of soft hardness and lay on Jeff s hand with the hood of its foreskin disguising the ample knob looking somewhat incongruous in the decorous normality of the living-room. Time to head for the bed he said laconically. Jeff and I also stood up as Chris preceded us into the bedroom. He went straight to his chair and started to take off his clothes. There was only one other chair for Jeff and me to use so we stood undecided at the foot of the bed and I felt how exciting it would be to undress him as I had the first time we had met. He got the idea pulled his pullover over his head and moved close to me so that I could undo his belt. When I had undone it and unfastened the top button I slithered them down to the floor then let him do the same for me. Then we took off our shirts and vests and stood in our underpants with our hard-ons leaving nothing to the imagination. Chris lay on the bed naked fondling his dick and enjoying the show. When we stepped out of our underpants he clapped and whistled and indicated for us to lie down beside him. Jeff lay down next to him in the middle and I lay on the far side of the bed.
None of us had given any thought to the arrangement and three on a bed though fabulously exciting is not easy to work out satisfactorily. What happened was this. Jeff in the middle rolled onto his right side and took Chris s dick in his left hand while I did the same to Jeff. Chris lay flat on his side of the bed so that Jeff could see what he was doing whereas I could not. Nor was there anyone s hand to stroke me but I wasn t complaining! We started off slowly but the excitement and the stimulation were so magical that it was not long before Chris who always moaned as he felt the build-up of tension within him drew his breath in sharply and let it go in a long Ooooh…
I felt Jeff s dick twitch and stiffen still further as Chris gasped and we both speeded up our stroking at the same time. Chris s Ooohs and Aaaahs came more and more quickly until it was obvious he was on edge. Then in his deep voice an urgent I m close… and then – almost an octave higher with excitement – Here it cums… and at the same moment I felt Jeff move slightly take a short breath then the Uh.. uh… and his unseen dick in my hand stiffened to maximum hardness. I raised my head to watch and was rewarded by seeing Jeff s first shot fly diagonally across Chris s chest just as the tip of Chris s dick bloomed white with his preliminary ooze of spunk. Then I was treated to a fantastic display of flying spunk as spurt after spurt from Jeff s dick was matched by Chris.
Both were panting when it was over. Chris was liberally daubed with his own creamy sperm and he had Jeff s too lying in pools on his chest. Chris just lay there exhausted while Jeff rolled onto his back my hand still round his deflating tool. He gave me a satisfied smile reached forward to kiss me and for a few minutes the three of us just lay there. Though I had nearly cum with excitement without a hand being laid on me I found that seeing them cum together was extraordinarily satisfying and I had no difficulty in awaiting my turn. In fact my hard-on lost some of its rigidity with the sight of their deflated dicks and soon it was obvious from his regular breathing that Chris was drifting off into sleep.
Gently Jeff detached himself and manoeuvred himself off the foot of the bed indicating for me to take his place in the middle while he went round and occupied my place at the side. Now I could lie on my back and Jeff could attend to me with all his usual skill and expertise. For once I was able to take my time and let the orgasm build slowly and I was halfway there when Chris stirred and discovered what was going on. He gave a lazy grin and put out his hand to replace Jeff s. At the same time his dick which had gone limp started to stiffen so I started to stroke it gently at first and then more fiercely as it reached full inflation. Jeff watched fascinated in a similar state of re-excitement and I felt it only fair to give him some of the fun so I let go of Chris s tool and fondled his. Chris was now stroking me and I was stroking Jeff. I knew it couldn t go on much longer because I was about to blow and Chris s dick fitted my left hand better than Jeff s my right so we changed over for the last time with Chris and me stroking each other with him moaning and groaning and me about to cum. My climax was one of the best I ever had and I shot stream after stream of spunk into the air. What I hadn t bargained for was that Chris came off again too not that I knew it until my orgasm was over but there was more cream on the end of his dick and a little on his belly. Jeff watched it all goggle-eyed and Chris exclaimed I ve never cum twice like that before! Then we all went to sleep.
Just before I left the house to return to my own home Jeff drew me aside and said he needed to talk with me. Could I possibly meet him on the afternoon of his half day off next Thursday? Well of course and yet thinking it over when I got back home I knew in my bones that he was unlikely to propose a return to our old relationship. He needed a permanent relationship with someone whom he could care for and I was unable to supply that even though I was very fond of him – and he of me.
And that s how Lionel came into his life.
(To be continued in Chapter 15.)
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