Innocent days of schoolboy humour that dared to question the acceptability of homosexuality, despite its legalisation a decade earlier. We played rugby and smelled of sweat and dreamed of girls even though we hadn’t got a clue what one looked like. Mayfair (if you could smuggle one into the dorm past the ever-vigilant housemaster’s assistant) published tame glamour shots of lumpy lasses with more pubic hair than hair! Not a pretty sight, but the nearest thing we had.
By sixteen I had seen more hairy backsides and limp dicks than even a single real female nipple. Mayfair’s hairy beaver selection never really did it for me, but we did have the Saturday communal wank over what we thought was supposed to be sexy. At that age, once hard it doesn’t take long to make cum fly in all directions, that was part of the fun. McDougal was the best, and funniest, he could make his cum spray all over the dorm and loved the exhibitionist aspect to his artistry. He was wanker number one and often took aim at one of us at random to see just how far he could shoot his load.
“You crazy bastard McDougal, I’ll get you for that! In fact, we’ll all get you for that.” McDougal had just got three of us in the eye with a mammoth cumshot that would have left Peter North embarrassed at his own inadequacy. “Hold the wanker down and we’ll give him a taste of his own medicine.” It was my best friend Walker who was calling the shots. We didn’t really take turns, there was no order, no decorum, no finesse, just a dozen teenage boys ejaculating over another boy who truly was a wanker.
Sven joined the school in the sixth form and proved himself as one of the boys by bringing over from Sweden copies of Color Climax and Rodox – so that’s what a cunt looks like and would you look at the size of his todger? Real Scandinavian porn worthy of any wank club.
“Good God, Sven, that is one hell of a horse-dick you have there. Is it real?” it was Walker who asked the question in the communal shower, that the rest of us were all thinking and staring at. “Of course, it is real, do you want to check it out?” Replied Sven. “It is OK, such things are normal in Sweden. We all have a penis and it is a nice feeling when a penis it touched, don’t you think? Please touch me if you want. Later we can wank to some good hard-porn and I may give your McDougal a run for his money; or should that be cum for his tummy?”
Sven had a sense of humour and a sensitive cock. His openness bordered on permissive. We had watched each other wank and even cum on each other, McDougal invariably did, but touching? WOW! The shower washed the soap from Sven’s penis and I took my turn along with the other boys (young men really) in touching and feeling and stroking. He was real, alright, and his long limpness slowly grew into a long hardness.
“Enough of your teasing. Now I have a hard-on and I want to cum. We can play later, for now, I want to wank myself off and you, toss-pot McDougal, shall be my target. On your knees.” Without hesitation, McDougal knelt in front of Sven, his eyes wide in expectation. Sven didn’t take long to send a stream of white semen splashing onto McDougal’s face, in his eyes and even into his, now open, mouth. “That is better, now I shall enjoy the Saturday night wank party – it will be fun.”
Thirty minutes after lights out and it was lights on for a wank party. A pack of Players No 6 cigarettes and a few cans of Carlsberg Special Brew beer and we were ready. Sven brought the wank mags and all was set. “Enjoy the entertainment, my new friends. Nothing prudish about this lot! Loads of open pussies and hard cocks. If you want to see the cumshots, just turn to the last few pages.” Sven started distributing his stash. “Lesbo action with some kinky stuff if you are a pussy fan. Straight boy-girl sex including orgies so lots of cock in pussy, cock in mouth and cock in anus. Amazing gay sex, how the hell some boys take such huge cocks up their arses I shall never know. Have fun.” This was more like it. Real sex in colour. A wank and a beer, and a wank and a cigarette, and another wank.
“Too much beer, I need to pee before I can cum. Back in a minute.” I also needed to pee, so followed Sven to the urinals where we relieved our bladders side by side. “Nice, very nice. Do you want a hand with that?” Sven was starting at my penis as we continued to urinate. I said nothing because I really didn’t know what he meant. He moved closer to me and took my cock in his hand to aim my pee at the porcelain. His hand felt better than mine ever did and I failed to control the semi-hard-on that was forcing my piss higher up the wall. “Nice cock and strong pee, but your balls are too heavy. Finish your pee and I shall lighten your balls if you like.” I nodded.
As the last drops of piss left my body, Sven took control of my sex drive. He moved behind me, parted my legs slightly and rested his erection between my buttocks. “Don’t worry, I am not going to do that!” He reassured me as his erection rested on my balls not my anus and he took a firm grasp of my cock. “But I am going to do this…” He started wanking me fast and furious, way faster than I had ever wanked myself before. I moved my hand onto his hips away from my cock to give him free access. He was fucking my balls and I was fucking his hand, and I was enjoying both. Pre-cum and then the main event as I shot my load way up the urinal wall. Shit; that felt good.
We returned to the party, nobody seemed to notice we had been gone longer than expected. McDougal had already shot his load over a dildo lesbian photo and was still wanking away for a second pop! “Let me toss you off please Sven, I’ve already shot one load over the lesbos and I fancy tossing you off over the gay boys’ photos.” Sven agreed to McDougal’s request and was soon sending sperm flying all over the gay wank mag. Spectacular stuff!
We never considered what we were doing to be in any way shape or form homosexual, we were just normal teenage boys wanking together in the dorm after lights out.
The end of term ball (well, lame disco actually) was always the chance for a bit of girly action as the local girls’ school were invited. The reality was a tit-grope and nothing more. This year was no exception and after a long snog with a pretty blonde, I needed a piss and a hand jive in the loos. “Forget the girly non-action, Sven is up for it if you fancy a go after me.” What the hell was going on? I wasn’t that pissed; was I? Sven was bent over the washbasin and McDougal was thrusting at him from behind. Surely, they weren’t? “His cock is great and his arse is smooth if you fancy an anal shag and don’t mind banging your balls against his balls. You’re not going to get any pussy action so you might as well.” Fucking Hell!!! McDougal was really fucking Sven’s arse and Sven was wanking his magnificent cock at the same time. “Neary there. AARGH. Thanks, Sven. Back to titty groping, Bye.” With that, McDougal pulled up his trousers and left. “If you don’t middy sloppy seconds, I am up for more anal action, but I really fancy sucking you off, I haven’t had a mouth full of cum since I left Sweden.” I finished pissing and Sven went down on me to completion. That felt better.
Alice Cooper rang the anthem ‘Schools Out Forever’ and it was that odd time before uni; time to work or time to party? I took a summer job as a smooth-talking bar steward in a pub at the seaside; the pay was OK, and there was a shared flat so I had a serious taste of freedom. How was I to know that I had been employed at the busiest gay bar in Blackpool?
“Hi, my name’s Jake; when do you get off?” Leading question; I had not had time to toss myself off let alone anything else since I got to Blackpool. “Pub main door at midnight and we’ll find a club, see you then, you look in need of some fun!” I had just enough time for a shave and a shower and a change of clothes before the clock struck 12. “Cute, you look cute. And bang on time.” Jake gave my bum a squeeze as he embraced me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Don’t worry, public displays of affection are tolerated around here, the queer-bashing crowd are in the south of Blackpool, not the north, so now you know where to avoid if you want to keep your twinky looks! Let’s go.”
We walked to a disco a couple of streets away and past the bouncers who looked like they were auditioning for The Village People. Once inside, the atmosphere was perfumed with cologne and heavy with smoke (this was long before smoking bans). Jake introduced me to a number of his friends, the names of whom now escape me, before we ventured onto the dancefloor. Starting at midnight doesn’t leave a lot of dance time when the club closes at 2 am; in truth, it wasn’t dancing time I now wanted, it was sex of some sort with Jake.
“Some go to the loos for a bit of relief. That is not such a good idea though. Public sex, even in a gay club, is illegal, although who on earth is going to be offended in here Gawd knows. I live next door but one and have some ‘produce’ to make the evening go with a bang!” Before I could say anything, Jake was full-on sogging me and seriously groping my bum whilst pressing his groin against mine. “Come on gorgeous boy before I cum.” We left.
“Hi boys, fancy a bit of tight wet pussy for a change?” We had arrived at a doorway next to a betting shop where stood a woman dressed in a pussy-pelmet length mini-skirt, fishnets, and stilettoes, with her ample tits almost falling out of her blouse. “Come on boys, you never know, you might prefer the fairer sex to the hirsute sex! I’ll tell you what, two for the price of one; a sort of fuck one, fuck one free…” Jake unlocked the door and we walked past the woman. “OK Jake, you win. You can’t blame a working girl for trying. You know you will one day, if only out of curiosity or when you are pissed.” She planted a bright red cheap lipstick kiss on Jake's cheek as she groped his groin in the hope of getting a reaction. “Be careful, young man, Jake is a serial bum-bandit who takes no prisoners; you may not be able to walk in the morning.” She laughed as Jake closed the street door behind us.
“Sorry about that.” Said Jake as he opened the door to his flat on the first floor. “That was Janice, the only female hooker in the gay centre of Blackpool. How on earth she makes a living I don’t know, but since she has the flat above this one you will be able to count how well she does.” He turned the table lamps on and the main light off. “Porn, you like watching porn? I do, especially when I have the real thing to play with!” He switched on the TV, took a VHF tape from the cabinet, placed it in the video machine and pressed play. “I never get through a full film before getting off. Smoke?” He produced a thickly rolled joint from a drawer, lit it and handed it to me.
We never finished the joint. One serious snog and we were suddenly as naked as the men on the TV screen and lying on the sofa exploring genitalia. “Your balls are as full as mine. Lie back and let me unleash your potential.” His mouth was soft and sensual, his late-night stubble slightly prickly against my untrimmed pubic hair, his hands firm and slightly rough on my shaft and when cupping my balls. I alternated between trying to see what he was doing and watching the entertainment on the TV – bloody hell gay male porn stars are huge!
The action on the screen heated up as did the action on my cock. Jake set to work at a frantic pace wanking my shaft and squeezing my balls with my helmet resting on his lips until the first drop of cum seeped out whereupon he took the full length to the back of his mouth for me to fire my load over his tonsils and down his throat. I came and came and came. Jake was good and I wanted more. I pushed him away as the last of my cum filled his mouth and went down on his lovely erect penis. Anything you can do, I want to do!
His cock was big and more than filled my mouth, I feared that I would gag and puke if he got close to my throat. I grabbed his shaft and began a serious wank and suck. He arched his back and spread his legs. I was more than curious, did he like anal? I moved a finger to his opening and probed his puckering sphincter. My finger was swallowed by a muscular passage that contracted to hold me tight. I probed a little deeper as his pre-cum dropped on my tongue, the teaser before the main event. He went rigid as his cum pulsated along his erection and into my mouth. He tasted good! Balls relieved, for now, we settled into a night of gay porn, a relit reefer and some cans of beer.
Three days later, Jake came into the bar and ushered me to one side. “Thursday is your night off, right?” I nodded. “Great stuff. A group of the old trannies have invited me to one of their parties and I thought of you as my ‘plus one’. They are the cross-dressers, not us. They like a few young twinkies around hence you and me and a couple of others. It will be fun; they never treat themselves seriously especially as they are far from convincing!”
We arrived at the party house fashionably late and were greeted at the door by a ‘lady’ who introduced ‘herself’ as Samantha. “See what I mean about not being convincing? Don’t worry, they are all as queer as fuck and liked to be fucked so let’s grab a drink and get some cock.” This was a whole new scene that Sven’s wank-mags had not prepared me for, but what the heck, a shag is a shag. We settled down with a couple of the less unattractive partygoers and soon got down to business with the cocks in frocks. Paula and Nigella (I know; hardly original gender-bender names) had already been playing with each other before we joined them and had decent erections under their miniskirts that took no invitation to wank and even less encouragement to suck.
“By the way, these two like to be chastised for being naughty and not pleasing you as your ‘girlfriend’ ought to please you. They also like a bit of double-trouble action. Just follow my lead and fuck the living daylights out of them.” I had no idea what Jake was on about, but I did fancy fucking someone in the arse rather than their throat. “You useless pair of scrubbers, you call that a fucking blowjob? You are going to get what you deserve, the pair of you. Bend over and touch your toes. NOW!” They did as commanded and a handful of other poofs gathered around to witness punishment, one of whom handed a cane to Jake and a thin leather strap to me. Taking the lead from Jake, I lifted Paula’s skirt and lowered her knickers to expose her bum, balls and cock. “Ten of the best to begin; start counting out loud, bitches.” I never thought administering corporal punishment would stir my loins, but it did. “Swapsie time. You fuck mine and I’ll fuck yours.” Who was I to argue? I was ready to fuck either of the now red striped arses. The evening did degenerate somewhat into an orgy of decadence and cum filled arses. Who cares, everyone was a consenting adult and those who partook in punishment were willing participants.
I didn’t see Jake on a regular basis, but when we did meet did there was always an exchange of bodily fluids; he could drain my cock repeatedly and was way better than a solo wank. He was always up for trying new things and experimenting and I was always happy to join him because I trusted him and knew I would get my rocks off. He came to my place when I had finished work on Friday night. “Can we just stay in tonight? You must be knackered after work and I am not in a social mood. I hope you don’t mind. What I want is to suck you off until I have emptied your balls.” That is what I call a quiet night in – letting Jake suck me off and cumming in that sexy mouth of his. “Why does your cum taste so yummy? Silky and not too salty. I love it.” Compliment indeed, but why was he reluctant for me to return the favour; I like his cock and his cum. “I think I may have bitten off more than I can chew and I don’t mean your cock! I have been invited to a Bears’ Dungeon Party on Tuesday as their Twink Slave. I would really appreciate your support as my slave master and suck-buddy; I am keeping my balls full so you will have a lot to drink on the night!” We laughed at that and I agreed to be with him. Another out-of-comfort-zone experience beckoned.
I swapped my day off and went shopping with Jake for something appropriate to wear; somehow, I doubted a jacket and tie would be correct. The Bears had set up an account for us at a fetish clothing factory on the outskirts of town; the company was exclusively ‘discreet package mail order’ and did not have a shop as such, nonetheless, the Bears had contacts in low places and we were welcomed to the inner sanctum of the gay fetish clothing world.
“Hi, I’m Marcus, welcome to my humble business; you must be the stars for our little gathering this evening, you are in for a treat and, by the looks of you, so are we!” Marcus was a chubby chap with long grey hair and a grey beard. He could have been a Bear or a Biker or a straight family guy; who knows, he could have been all three. “We’ll dress the slave first then the master to complement; so, it’s off with the mundane and on with the kinky. Time to get ‘em off boys.”
We walked into the party like we were walking onto a yacht. My harness dropped below one nip; Jakes lead, it was apricot. I had one eye on the mirror that reflected Jake’s cute bot. And all the bears dreamed that they’d be his partner, and, we were so vain…
Marcus had worked wonders and I felt ridiculously horny even though I knew that it was Jake who was going to be fucked senseless not me. We both wore mid-calf high army-style boots in black patent leather with chrome buckles (I wanted the full calf biker boots with spurs but was out-voted), and our torsos had matching studded leather harnesses that framed our nipples. That was where the similarity ended. I had a soft leather jock-strap that cossetted my cock and balls behind a sturdy industrial strength zip that kept them away from the prying eyes of the assembled bears. Jake’s strap was of studded leather and lacked any sort of pouch so that his erection stood proud and his arse was accessible. Around his neck was a spiked leather collar to which was attached the lead that I held.
We stopped next to the sex swing that was to be Jakes playroom, surrounded by half a dozen or more hairy, chubby Bears. I pushed my slave to his knees, unzipped my cock-pouch and rammed my erection down his throat, fucking his mouth furiously until I unleashed my cum-load. Marcus grabbed Jake tightly by the neck and pulled him to his feet for a cum-swap snog. The Bears had taken my slave from me, he was theirs for the duration with the exception of his cock which was mine to suck.
Two men lifted him onto the swing and manacled his wrists and ankles. Jake was at their mercy. One man pushed a popper under Jake’s nose to relax his sphincter whilst another applied a liberal smearing of K-Y Jelly before the gangbang began. “One two thee four, fuck that anus ‘till it’s sore. Five six seven eight, fuck the twink but not his mate.” The Bears chanted in encouragement and I started sucking Jake’s blue-ball cock; I didn’t want them changing their mind and raping my arse as well!
Despite the chanting, the Bears were remarkably tender. They kept Jake well lubricated and open to persuasion with their poppers. Not one Bear creamed his ass, they all preferred using his mouth or face for target practice. Gay Bears in Bondage – Yummy Cummy!
