This is a story about man on man sex. If this offends you please do not read further. Otherwise please enjoy this story which is the nineteenth chapter of a longer piece about mature widowers who take care of each other’s needs. Thanks to those of you who took the trouble to email me a few lines of encouragement for earlier chapters – such notes are the lifeblood of any author! I’d be very interested to receive your feedback and suggestions for future chapters. My email is [email protected]
I’ve had a number of emails from readers who’ve said how they were in a similar situation to the guys in the story, and how they wished there was a similar group of friends in their area. If this is you, why not try to set one up? There are plenty of contact websites available throughout the world where you can be very explicit about what you’re looking for. Perhaps even refer people to this story so that they get the idea! Imagine how different life could be…
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I’d come to look forward tremendously to my monthly visits to Doug. Strictly speaking I didn’t need to go and get waxed quite so regularly – the regrowth of my body hair was so light that perhaps every seven or eight weeks would’ve been enough – but I really loved the completely smooth and silky feel I had for the first week or so after I’d been to Doug. By the end of the third week I’d start to feel a little downy regrowth, which signalled it was time for another session. On top of that, each time I went to Doug’s I ended up having some great sex, so what wasn’t to like?
I’d expected the process of ripping off my pubes and other body hair would be far more painful than it actually was. Sometimes there’d be a bit of a sting as the wax was ripped away, but nothing like as bad as folk assume it’s going to be. And once you’ve gone through the process the results are exquisite. The feeling of fingertips and the palms of hands – either your own or someone else’s – in recently waxed places, spreading oil or a thick soapy lather around the denuded area, is unbelievably sensual.
Thinking about the joys I was about to experience as I drove the short distance to the neighbouring village where Doug lived gave me a stonking hard on. I took one of my hands off the steering wheel and rubbed my crotch through the skimpy running shorts I was wearing. Underneath them I was clad in a pair of navy blue close fitting knitted boxer shorts, from Doug’s collection. During my second visit to Doug I’d discovered that we shared a fetish for wearing other people’s underwear, especially underwear that had been ejaculated into or onto. For me it’d been a fairly recent discovery, but Doug said he’d been into it for decades.
He’d told me that a surprising number of blokes share the fetish, and as a result over time he’d built a huge collection of jizzed in underwear – boxers of all descriptions, jocks, g-strings, Y-fronts, briefs – which he passes around for like-fetished friends to wear, jizz in and return. The pair I was wearing at the moment had been covered both inside and outside by many loads of semen over time and was plastered all over in dried off-white smears. Apparently the pair had originally belonged to one of the nearby university’s first XV. Doug had become the official remedial masseur for a number of the university’s male sports teams, and recounted with pleasure how many of these young sportsmen were willing, in the privacy of Doug’s home, to ‘become uninhibited’ and ‘enjoy themselves’, as he put it. It was amazing, he said, how much the smokescreen of visiting him to get treatment for a nagging injury from a recent match liberated these young men.
I drove through the gates to Doug’s house and up the long drive. He was waiting at the door as I got out of the car. As expected, given the pleasant weather, he was naked. The only time I’d seen him with clothes on was when I arrived for my first appointment, and once or twice at the Widowers Club when he was arriving for the session. At home he said he generally lived naked – his house warm enough even in the depths of winter to permit this freedom.
“Welcome!” he said as I approached the house. “Beautiful day!”
It was indeed beautiful, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I was as naked as he was.
Doug stepped outside, and gave me a hug and a kiss. His long treelined drive, with a 70 degree bend halfway down, ensured that he was safe from any prying eyes. Given his lifestyle preferences privacy had been paramount when he’d designed the house. He turned and went back inside, and I followed.
I was surprised to see that standing in the hall was a young man, also totally naked.
“This is my apprentice – Ben”.
Ben put out his hand. “Pleased to meet you, sir,” he said as he shook. His accent was clearly North American.
Ben was about as tall as I was, and I’d guess in his late teens. He wasn’t obese, but still had a small amount of puppy fat which, if it hadn’t burnt away by now, I guess was never really going to disappear. He had short cropped ginger hair, and almost alabaster-like white skin. His cherub-like appearance made him look as if he’d stepped out of a renaissance painting. I was taken aback by his beauty, and for a few seconds just looked him up and down. Apart from his head he was totally hairless, and he had perfect loins – two decent sized balls hanging in a sack just visible behind what I call a ‘Goldilocks cock’ – not too thick, not too thin, not too short, not too long. And, being American he was blessed with a perfect circumcision which gave him a good inch or so between the head and the almost non-existent scar where the skin on his dick changed colour ever so slightly.
I realised I was ogling him, and somewhat embarrassed I moved my eyes to his face. He smiled. A very seductive, almost feminine smile. “Perhaps you’d like to get a bit more comfortable, sir”, he suggested.
I looked at Doug, who winked at me. I wasn’t wearing that much – my deck shoes I flipped off my feet, quickly pulled my tee-shirt over my head then pulled down the thin running shorts I was wearing.
Before I had the opportunity to pull down the stained boxers Doug was rubbing his hand around them – round the back, under my butt cheeks, between my legs and then back around to the front to stroke my bulge through the material. “You’ve added to the decoration, I take it?” Doug asked with a smile.
I grinned back. “Quite a few loads,” I responded. I’d had these pants for four weeks and I’d wanked into them a number of times, and I’d also jerked off a few friends into them. On one occasion I’d ended an afternoon jack-off session by getting four of my friends to cum into the inside front and then had walked home wearing the wet and sticky pants. Coming from the age when mothers told their sons to wear clean underpants lest they were involved in an accident, I’d mused a couple of times on what the paramedics would’ve made of my filthy underwear if I’d been knocked down on the way home!
Doug grasped the waist band above my hips on either side and pulled them down. I was already fairly well aroused, and my cock sprang up as it was released from the pants. Bending to the floor to pick up the boxers he gave my cock a quick and sloppy suck before retrieving them. As soon as he’d stood up again he lifted the pants to his nose and took a deep breath. “Digestive biscuits!” he announced. “Reminds me of my school days!” He handed the pants to Ben. “What do you think?”
Ben took them and began to snort at the crotch. He rubbed them against his nose, then turned them inside out and did the same again. “Beautiful” he replied. He continued to sniff, and as he did so his cock began to grow – within a few seconds it was at full mast, stiff as a ramrod and a good inch and a half longer than it’d been when flaccid.
Doug clapped his hands. “Right! Let’s get down to business.”
The three of us made our way through to the large room that he used as his salon – a traditional massage table where he did the waxing and a large mattress on the floor where he then did his massages (and everything else!). Knowing the drill I got onto the massage table, lying on my tummy, but with my upper body supported by my elbows. Ben and Doug positioned themselves at the end of the table, next to my head, one on either side.
“Ben’s been here for three weeks. I’m teaching him everything I know” He gave me a wink. “Isn’t that so, Ben?”
Ben’s face turned a little pink, but he gave a wide smile. “Certainly is”, he responded.
“Tell Roger about yourself.”
Ben was a very confident young man, and had no problem with giving me a clear account of how he came to be standing naked in the presence of two old men, nonchalantly sporting a very respectable erection. He was eighteen, had just left school and was doing the now fashionable ‘gap year’ in Europe before going on to Cornell.
“Doug gave me a lift when I was hitchhiking from Scotland,” Ben continued, “and as we got to know each other during the journey he said that if I wanted I could spend some time with him and learn massage and waxing. I thought it’d be a great idea – it’ll mean I’ll be able to earn some decent dough when I’m at college.”
“It’ll certainly pay better than flipping burgers” Doug interjected.
“So I’ve been helping out here.”
“And he’s a natural – really does get it. Perhaps you’d let him work on you today?”
“Waxing? Or massage?”
“Both, if you like? I’m sure you’ll not be disappointed. Ben’s been a quick learner.”
If Doug was happy at Ben’s competence then so was I, and to be honest the idea of this beautiful young man attending to my intimate bits was quite a turn on. I felt my cock twitch in anticipation.
“Right,” said Doug, looking at Ben as he danced his fingertips over my body. “Straightforward – only a month’s growth so quite soft and downy. I normally do the bit in the small of the back first, then get him into doggy to do his arse, then sit him up for his shoulders and finally turn him over for his dick area. But you do it in whatever order you wish. I’m off for a walk around the garden…” With that Doug ran the tip of his fingers from my shoulder down my back to the cleft of my buttocks and then left through the sliding doors.
“Better do as the boss says,” said Ben, “so if you can lie flat I’ll start on the bit just above your tush.”
Ben ran his hands very gently over my back and buttocks, just as Doug always did. Was this part of the pleasure they got, I wondered, for they both clearly were getting some erotic enjoyment from the situation, or was it necessary to get an idea of how long or coarse the hairs were that they were about to remove? Perhaps a bit of both. The young man’s performance followed Doug’s, as I remembered it from previous occasions, to the letter. In the doggy position while he waxed the insides of my buttocks and around my anus I looked to the side and saw via the mirrored wall that he was still sporting a bit of an erection. My own dick became fully hard as I looked across at the image of us.
“Sit up on the edge and I’ll do the shoulders.”
I complied with his instructions while he rummaged around on the trolly of materials for some fresh wax. When he’d got it he stood by my side and began spreading wax around my shoulders. As he worked he pressed his naked body close into me, his cock pushing gently into the top of my leg. It was becoming steadily more engorged. I could tell that for a young gay man the skills he was learning from Doug were going to give him a lot of enjoyment. I moved my hand into his crotch and lightly brushed my fingertips over his penis – circling the naked head then moving slowly up and down the shaft. His cock twitched as it continued to harden, and he grasped my own dick while giving my neck a little nibble.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the slit in my cockhead through which a small river of seminal fluid was starting to leak. “Someone’s getting a bit excited,” he murmured.
I ran my own thumb over his and felt that he was producing similar lubrication. “That clearly makes two of us…”
Ben continued with the waxing, but I was free to play with him as much as I wished, which was pretty continually. His cock was becoming harder and harder, and leaking more and more precum as he worked.
“Right, on your back”, he said presently, reaching onto the trolly for a pillow that he tucked behind my head.
As soon as I was lying back he leaned into me and started sucking my cock, his hand roaming over my chest and up to my nipples as he did so. In the preceding months I’d been sucked off by dozens of guys, but Ben was definitely one of the best. It was hard to believe that one so young could have such a perfect touch – he was definitely a natural. He was only young, but I wondered how much experience he’d had.
I put my hand on his head. “This is beautiful, but you’re going to have to stop otherwise I’ll cum. And I don’t want to just yet…”
Ben took his mouth off my cock and leaned up towards my head to give me a quick kiss before continuing with his duties.
Having such frequent appointments meant that the waxing didn’t really take that long, but all the while Ben was leaning over me to do his work I caressed his beautiful backside and played with his stunning penis. I thought how lucky he was to be able to engage with other men so freely and openly at such a young age – my own sex life would’ve been so much more fulfilling if I’d discovered at his age how much pleasure men can give each other.
Once all the hair had been taken care of he took a container of oil and drizzled a liberal amount over my waxed pubes. “This area is the one that can be the most sensitive, so essential to rub a bit of lotion in straightaway”. He put down the dispenser and with a light touch began rubbing the liquid into me – all the way around the base of my cock, up the shaft to the tip (unnecessarily so since there’d been no hair take off that bit!), between the legs and under my scrotum. Instinctively I drew my legs up to give him better access which allowed him to move down beyond my ball sack to my backside. He squirted a little more lotion into his palm and then began to rub around the inside of my buttocks, working his hand towards my anus. With the gentlest of touches he rubbed across my bum hole before slipping a finger inside.
I groaned as he pushed his slippery finger inside me an inch or so then pulled it out, relubricated it on the surplus lotion in my crack and slipped it back in, a bit further this time. My cock began to pour pre cum from its tip. Ben took his free hand and started to rub this all around my cock head. I tightened my anus around his finger. “Stop… Almost cumming again…”, I groaned.
He disengaged himself, popping another quick peck on my lips as he did. I gave a sigh of pleasure then pushed myself up and got down from the massage table, and moved over to the mattress on the floor. Ben followed me across and stood beside me.
“What sort of massage would you like,” he asked as he fondled my bum.
“Whatever you recommend,” I responded.
“Ok. How about a full body massage with plenty of oil?’
I told him that I was sure I’d be happy with that and lay down on my front on the extremely large towel that covered the mattress. Ben went off to the cabinet where Doug kept his massage supplies, and returned with a tray which he placed at the side of the mattress. On the tray there was what seemed to be some sort of an ornate copper kettle, set on a heating element.
Ben aimed the remote control at the wall and the glass in the large windows dimmed at little, and at the same time the sounds of a waterfall came softly through the stereo system.
“Close your eyes and just drift away”, he whispered.
I felt Ben kneel astride me, his now mostly flaccid cock just touching the cleft of my buttocks where they met my leg. As he reached forward his penis became a bit heavier on me, and I felt warm oil being drizzled down the middle of my back, from my neck right down to the top of my backside at which point it seeped a bit down the crack towards my anus. Ben returned the kettle to the tray and then began to massage my back.
He leant forward to massage around my neck and shoulders, allowing a bit more of his body weight to rest on me, then worked his way down from there, lifting himself little by little to allow more of my back to experience his gliding touch. When he reached my buttocks his weight was lifted almost completely, and I turned to one side to look at our reflection in the mirrored wall. He was sitting back on his haunches as he massaged my bum cheeks, his cock now getting hard again and sticking out somewhat from his body. I read somewhere that it’s impossible not to feel turned on when your backside is being massaged, and I certainly wouldn’t disagree. Under my body I could feel my dick swelling to its fullest, helped by the erotic tableau I was being treated to in the mirror.
Ben gently slid his hands off my buttocks and reached over to the kettle of oil, which he lifted off the heater and used to replenish the oil on my back. He’d already used quite a lot of oil – more than Doug normally did – so I was a bit surprised. Replacing the kettle he took a few seconds to spread the oil over my back and then leant forward to put all of his weight onto me. Then he started moving his body across mine, massaging my back with his front. I now understood why the extra oil was necessary.
Over the next few minutes Ben gyrated his body, sometimes slowly from side to side, sometimes gently up and down, his hard cock moving either up and down my arse crack or slopping from side to side, from the edge of one buttock to the other. I joined in the movement, grinding my cock into the soft towel I was lying on in the process. I opened my legs slightly, bent them at the knees and crossed them over the backs of Ben’s legs, bringing my feet up to the bottom of his buttocks. I was drifting away into heaven.
Suddenly Ben removed his weight and sat back. “On your back.”
As I turned over I was greeted with the sight of Ben’s body, shining with the covering of oil he’d taken from my back. His cock was now fully erect, almost lapping against his tummy. He had a dangerously seductive smile on his face which turned my insides to jelly. Ben vaguely reminded me of someone I’d known as a student. Looking back, and being honest, I think I probably fancied my mate back then but given the social mores of the time sublimated my feelings and made no attempt to share anything with him. If only times had been as liberated then as they are now – I wonder if we would’ve shared our bodies like I was now doing with Ben.
I reached out and took Ben’s cock in my hand. It was slippery from the oil he’d taken off my butt cheeks and my hand slid up and down the shaft easily. He leant towards me and gave me a kiss, at the same time grabbing my own penis and milking that for a while. It wasn’t quite as oily as Ben’s, but he had enough oil on his hand that it slipped up and down my shaft, and over the head, with ease.
“Lie down”, Ben whispered.
As I complied he leant over and took hold of the kettle once more. He poured another generous covering of oil over my front and once he’d replaced the kettle he spread the oil over me. The pressure wasn’t as much as I’d normally felt during a massage – just his palms gently spreading the oil all over my front. Up to my nipples, down each side of my body, over my tummy and then on to my cock. I looked to the side and saw in the mirror that both of us were still rock hard, and that both of our bodies were glistening in the low light of the room.
Then Ben lay on top of me and began sliding over my body. With all the oil that had been deposited between us he moved very easily around me, but with the focus of his action on our groins, gently grinding our penises together. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his back just above his bum, and pulled down to bring our middles together even more. I then put my arms around his shoulders and dragged him onto me so that I could give him a long and deep kiss. This was sensual bliss!
I put my palms on his butt cheeks and began to caress them. They were perfect. Round, soft and firm. My hand ventured into the gap and found his anus. He was still quite dry down there so I quickly wiped my fingers across the side of my own body that was dripping oil and then returned to his bum hole. I spread the oil around the opening and then - very easily – my finger slipped inside.
Ben groaned as it entered. He leaned forward again and pressed his mouth onto mine, then entered it with his tongue mirroring with it what I was doing with my finger in his anus. As I played inside him he matched me for depth, movement and tempo, a clear indication that he was enjoying what I was doing to him.
With my finger inside him I flattened my palm across the crack of his buttocks and pulled him tightly against me, then began a circular motion so that his middle gyrated against mine more strongly. I sensed his breath quicken at this assault on his intimate places – my finger massaging his prostate, our hard cocks sliding against each other.
I felt that I wasn’t far from cumming, but wanted to be able to control when and how that happened and knew that if Ben remained on top that wouldn’t be as easy for me. “Let’s turn over,” I whispered. “Me on top.”
I pulled my finger out of Ben’s arse very swiftly, and he gasped with pleasure as it was expelled. Without stopping his grinding he then moved his weight to the side and pulled me over on top of him without us disconnecting.
Now I was in the driving seat, as it were, I could pace myself and get the absolute maximum pleasure out of what we were doing. As our cock heads slid together I pushed towards him to give a bit more weight to our frotting and increased tempo a little to heighten the pleasure. Then, just as I felt I was going to explode I dialled it back a little – less weight, less speed until the urge to shoot had subsided. Then I repeated. Several times. It was a delicious way to edge. At one point Ben wrapped his legs around me and began to slowly move his oily ankles over my lower back and buttocks. I looked to my left at the mirrored wall and was so turned on by what I saw I almost wished it was being videoed – it was an image I knew I’d certainly be able to wank to when engaged in solitary pleasure.
There was a slight breeze as Doug opened the sliding door and returned from the garden. I looked up – he was standing by the door, watching us, erect and gently caressing his dick. I continued to grind into Ben, and began thinking about preparing for my orgasm, increasing speed and pressure little by little. Without making a sound Doug walked across to the mattress. I watched in the mirror as he picked up the kettle of oil, poured a generous amount on his front and then began to massage it into himself, rubbing it all over his body.
Then he slowly got down onto the mattress, climbed on top of me and began to slide himself over my back.
I was now sandwiched between Ben and Doug, grinding penises with the young apprentice and having the cleft of my buttocks used by Doug to stimulate his own organ. I increased the speed of my thrusting into Ben further, and Doug’s weight on my back pushed me down more firmly onto the young man. Ben responded by pushing upwards and rocking his body in time with Doug and myself.
“I’m going to cum” I gasped then almost immediately the intense pleasure of orgasm overtook me as I started to jerk and empty myself over Ben’s torso.
“Me too” Ben groaned as his body convulsed.
I sensed the nature of the lubrication between us change, from oil to something with a warm and slightly sticky texture, as our bellies became coated in each other’s cum. As I came down from my climax and my movement slowed I felt the warmth of Doug’s spunk flooding my back as he too came.
The three of us continued to move slowly against each other for a couple of minutes, spreading our secretions around, until we were finally exhausted and the movement came to a natural end.
Doug slid off me and lay on his side, his arm across me and his palm spreading his ejaculate around my back. “I’ve always liked playing with cum,” he said. He coaxed some of it down between my arse cheeks and into the gap as far as my anus, and rubbed it around the hole.
I slid off Ben to the other side, leaving the young lad on his back and Doug and I on either side facing him. My belly, and Ben’s, were covered in a white foam from our joint climaxes. Neither of us could resist the temptation of spreading this around the other with our palms, covering each other’s dicks and balls, and smearing it down the gaps where our scrotums met our legs. I was spent, but I was in a sort of heaven which a few months ago never knew existed. I leaned into Ben and we shared a long kiss as we continued to rub our combined spunk around our middles.
In the perfect warmth of the room the three of us began to drift off into a post orgasmic slumber. As I lay there I kept my hand on Ben’s cock and still caressed it gently. I reflected on how I loved semen. Both my own and other men’s. For more than fifty years I had been producing something that I’d been slightly embarrassed by and would try to remove all trace of as quickly as possible. Now I realised just how wonderful it was to be covered in spunk – the very essence of man – and to lie naked with friends letting your combined secretions dry on your naked skin.
