Date: Thu, 25 Feb 1999 10:25:38 PST From: Horatio Nimier Subject: NEIL AND MIKE This post contains explicit descriptions of sex between consenting adults. Much of it portrays homosexual actions and lifestyle. If homosexuality, sexually explicit language, or swearing offends you, or if reading material that contains these violates any law or personal or religious beliefs you must exit now without proceeding further. If you're under 18 years old you may not read it either because it is against the law. I regret this because I was once a randy teenager and I feel somewhat two-faced in helping to enforce the law. Hopefully, one day, censorship may disappear along with other vestiges of Big Brother and Mother Grundy. The story is fictional inasmuch as things did not unfold as portrayed. It is based on events that happened on two business trips that did take place. These memories have been cemented together with strips of fiction to make the story cohere. Names and places have been changed. The stories are dedicated to the memory of my friend, Kerry. NEIL AND MIKE ============= The ring of the phone gave me the excuse I'd been looking for to get off the roof. Since early morning I had been working up there, stopping now and then for a drink of water and watching the boats on the lake. But now the sun was getting way too hot and, when I looked toward the lake, the boats danced above its surface as though it were a mirage. My legs were tired from standing. Here's a tip for you -- if you ever have to work on a corrugated iron roof when the sun is up high, wear something more than just cut-offs. Every time I tried to sit down I fried my ass. My shack had once been a small gas station, but when the Smithville Reservoir was built, the rising waters had submerged the road about a third of a mile away. With no road traffic passing and the water too far away for a marina, the owner had watched business tail off and, with no alternative source of income, had gone bankrupt. I first saw the white cement-bricked building with the faded Shell logo when I was out riding one Sunday. I liked the untraveled back roads and, disregarding the 'Dead End' sign, had turned onto this old hardtop a couple of miles back. OK, I'll level with you -- the saddle had been rubbing on my balls for the past hour and I really needed a private place to jack off. So I parked the bike on the cracked forecourt and walked around back. A few minutes later, while my spunk was still running down a couple of broken window panes, I started to really look at the place. Six weeks later (and thanks to Rod who persuaded CentIns -- against their better judgment -- to guarantee my loan) the place was mine. I rented a back-hoe and dug up the old asphalt. A couple of guys from work helped me clean the place out and then I went to work on it. A month of hard manual labor passed and a county inspector came out. He looked the place over, put his signature on a piece of paper that said I could have the power and water turned on, relieved me of two bottles of bourbon that I'd happened to mention were in my way and left, shaking his head. I moved in and since then every spare minute was spent turning the place into a male habitation. I climbed down the ladder, reached through the window and picked up the phone. The southern accents of Colin's voice came out of the earpiece. "Hey, Chris, what'ja doing ?" "Not much. Working on the shack. How was your game ? I missed you, Bud." "Me too, Chris. You should've come, guy. I got to play." Colin was into sports and two of the guys from work had invited him to go watch a game of rugby. A group of locals was trying to form a club and were desperate to recruit players so they could make a team. Colin had decided to go watch them play to decide if it was something he'd enjoy before he went out and spent money on getting the kit. I wasn't that much into sports, so had elected to spend the morning working on my shack and get together with Colin later on. He had been out of town for a week and I'd missed his company -- and body. "You got any brains left in your head or did they all get kicked out ?" I asked teasingly. "Naah, it was a great game. Rules are as confusing as an Alabama family tree, but otherwise it's fun." He continued, "Look, why I phoned is, Mike and Neil are coming over to my place tonight as well. They're getting some steaks and we'll barbecue. That OK with you ?" That sucked. Fuck, that really sucked. I'd really wanted Colin to myself tonight. I wanted to tell him about my week, I wanted to tell him about Dave. Now it looked as though I was going to spend an evening talking about rugby. But, I guessed, the other guys would leave eventually and Colin and I would be together, so why not. "Yeah, sure. Can I bring anything ?" "Just some beers or wine." He picked up on the disappointment in my voice. "Chris, just come on over," he said quietly. "OK? We'll be together all tomorrow. Tonight'll be good -- I promise." "Yeah, I know," I said. It was hard to get angry with Colin. "Be there in an hour." Five minutes later I had all my tools back in the workshop. Rehydrating with a root beer, I shucked my work boots, tool belt and cut-offs and headed to the shower. As I waited for the hot water I sniffed at my armpit. Sweat and suntan lotion -- real guy smell. Ten minutes later, having decided to forego shaving, I was pulling a pair of tight blue jeans over my naked ass. I worked the bottoms over my harness boots, tucked my white tank-top in, grabbed my helmet, gloves and black leather motorcycle jacket and headed out the door. It was a quick ride down to the outskirts of the city with just one short stop to pick up some beers and a bottle of wine. As my VFR snarled threateningly into Colin's apartment garage I saw that Neil's bike was already there and, sure enough, when I finally reached the top floor and Colin opened the door I saw that I was the last one to arrive. I needn't have worried about the tank top, I saw: none of the other three had a shirt on. I surrendered the alcohol to Colin and shook hands with the other two. I knew both from work, especially Neil since he had a motorcycle, but I hadn't spent much time socializing with them. Mike was a wiry compact guy with short, neatly trimmed hair. Neil was taller and bigger, about my size. His hair was short on top, but long in the neck and, like me, he let a couple of locks hang down in a rat tail. But what really grabbed my attention was the glint of gold on his smooth chest where a ring hung from his right nipple. "Geez, that must have hurt" I remarked, grinning. "It did," he said flipping it, "but it was worth it," he laughed. "Ask him where the other ring of the pair is," said Colin as he handed me a cold beer. I looked at Neil and raised my eyebrows. "Hey, you have to buy two. It seemed a pity to waste the other one," he explained with a shrug, taking a bottle from Colin. "I'm surprised you can't see it," said Mike dumping an empty bottle in the trash. "His jeans are so tight you'd think it'd stand out." "It's on your dick ?" I said incredulously. My own started to thicken at the thought. "Almost. It's through his foreskin," laughed Colin. "He can pull the skin right forward with it." "What the fuck have you guys been doing today ?" I said. I was beginning to see why Colin had said tonight would be good. He and I didn't cruise, but we weren't monogamous either, so I wasn't jealous -- just hopeful. "Find yourself somewhere to sit and I'll tell you all about our game this morning. It's un-fucking-believable." I took my jacket off and put it with Neil's and Mike's on a chair in the corner, pulled a chair from the table, turned it around and sat down with my arms resting on the back. "So....?" Colin leaned back against the kitchen counter and began his tale. "Well, I'd gone out there this morning fixing to just watch and try and figure out the rules of the game. I'd got some idea from talking to these two, so I was soon able to follow what was going on on the field. Most of it ain't too different from American football." "Except rugby's played by men," Mike interjected. "Fuck you," laughed Colin. "Hey," he added, "I'd like any game where player positions are named 'Tight Head' and 'Loose Head' -- makes me think of uncut and cut. Anyway, just after half time one of the guys that's playing pulls his shoulder and has to come off. Now, of course, they're short of a player so Neil asks if I want to come and play. `Sure,' I said. Hey, I think it's a scratch game so everyone can wear what they want. I've got my T-shirt and sneakers and, in my tank bag, I'd put some nylon jogging shorts just in case. But, no, rugby is this English game so everyone has to be properly dressed on the field." "It's not that, you dick-head," Mike explained patiently, "it helps you to recognize who's on your team when you're in a ruck, you've got to bind, remember." If you haven't guessed by now, Mike is the anal guy in our group. "Whatever. Anyway, they told me I had to have a proper rugby shirt. Well, it so happens that the only jersey available is the one the injured guy is wearing. So we go to the change room, I hand over my T-shirt and jogging shorts in exchange for his jersey, shorts, jockstrap, socks and boots and before I know it, I'm running out onto the field with his sweat making the shirt cling to my back." "Oh, I love it when you talk dirty." quipped Mike taking a drink of beer. Colin dropped his hand to mid thigh and flipped him the bird. "And you managed to play OK?" I asked. "Fuck, no way. I was so-o-o confused. I got to play lock, which means you get to put your head between two guys' asses and hold another lock around his back. Another guy has his head next to your ass and is got his arms around both locks' asses holding them together. Then you all bend down and push against a bunch of other guys. It's real intimate, let me tell you. Then Mike throws the ball into the middle of this mess. Everyone then starts to try and grab it with their feet. It's fucking chaos." His apparent concerns were belied by the happy smile on his face. Mike began to sing: "Oh! If I were the marrying kind, (And I thank the lord I'm not, Sir) The kind of man that I would be would be a rugby lock." Neil picked up the tune: "A lock,Sir ?" They continued in unison: "'Cause I would then sniff butt, And you would then sniff butt, We'd all sniff butt together." "You're gonna have to learn this song if you play rugby, Colin," laughed Neil as he re-wet his vocal chords with beer, "there're a bunch more verses. But, seriously, you did OK. That conversion you did was a difficult kick." "Yeah, I could always kick pretty good," admitted Colin reflecting. "My daddy taught me when I was a kid. We didn't have money to go out, so entertainment was done at home." "Well, I still don't see what this has to do with tit-rings and foreskins," I said, somewhat alarmed that the evening seemed headed for a slow-motion replay and post-game team interview. "Well, when the game was over we walked around looking for the injured guy so I could swap clothes back again. We look for about quarter of an hour until we find someone who tells us that his wife came and took him home. Of course by this time everyone else is pretty much finished showering and is heading home. So we're alone in the change rooms. "We start to get undressed and I notice that Neil has this ring in his nipple. I mean it's pretty unusual so naturally I start to talk to him about it. So then he says 'If you like that, how about this ?' and he pulls his shorts and jock strap off and there's this ring shining at the end of his prick." "You can see that Neil's the shy one," explained Mike taking a swig at his beer. "Shit," Neil chuckled, "you should've seen Colin. He gets an erection so fast that I'm nearly knocked out. He couldn't wait to get his fingers on that ring." I laughed at the scene I was imagining. This was getting good. My zipper was straining. "Hey, I've never seen anybody with a pierced cock." Colin protested. "Cock-rings I've seen, but not anything through the skin. Geez, guys, cut me some slack! You have to admit it is unusual." "Anyway, being a kind guy, I let him play with it for a while," Neil continued, smiling. "Bullshit," remarked Mike. "You were just randy and wanted to get someone's hands on your cock." "Hey, Buddy. I seem to remember your boner waving around the showers and, if it comes to getting hands on my cock, I've got some stories I could tell about a certain guy in a red Mustang," Neil said in a mock warning tone. (Mike was obsessively proud of his Stang). "Anyway, there I was with Colin here all over my cock and Mike stroking like crazy and all the time I'm thinking 'This straight guy is getting his first taste of man sex.' I turned round to say something to Mike and I suddenly felt this ram in my ass." "Man, that was so funny," laughed Mike. "Neil was looking at me and I saw Colin soaping his dick into a lather and coming up behind Neil. I knew exactly what was going to happen next, but I couldn't say anything. Then, wham, and Neil looked like he's been shot." "Fuck, I was just so horny," explained Colin, "I couldn't control myself. I thought I would just slip in, but Neil got a fright and his ass cheeks clamped tight on my cock and I couldn't move until he relaxed. But then it was OK." "Except that the soap made my ass itch for an hour afterwards," Neil complained. "Mike was getting jealous of us getting all the action," Colin continued, "so he came up, knelt down and started to give Neil a blow." He stopped to take a pull at his beer while he remembered the scene. "You have to believe that that was the best shower I've ever had," said Neil. Colin is thrusting in back of me and his balls are slapping on my ass, and Mike here is going mad on my prick. I think I lasted less than a minute and then I came." "Not a minute to soon," said Mike. "With all that shower water coming down I nearly drowned." "Fuck, you guys, I'm just about coming as I listen to you." I protested rubbing my mound through my jeans. "I haven't even seen Neil's ring. Is there any chance of some action here today ?" "That's why we called you," said Mike standing up and starting to undo his jeans. "Ever since we left the field Colin has been telling us what a good fuck you give. I must say you guys kept your sex pretty well hidden from us." "Fuck, Mike, I'm sorry," I responded mock seriously, "I must have missed the `For a Good Time call Mike Pearson' sign on the men's room wall." Neil grinned at me. "So, Chris, is this reputation of yours true?" He started to undo his belt and I stood up and started to follow suit. "I do my best for my friends," I said as I took my boots off and slid my jeans down. When Neil's cock sprang into view it was no disappointment. Semi-erect it hung down about nine inches. The head was completely covered by his foreskin. From the underneath of this skin, towards the tip, hung the mate of the ring that pierced his nipple. I went over to him and caught the little hoop with my middle finger and thumb and pulled the elastic skin forward. The shaft began to darken and stand up in response. Colin left the room and returned with a tube of KY. As he and Mike undressed, I squeezed some of the lube onto my cock making circles of the jelly on the tip. I squeezed some more onto my fingers so that I could explore this new ass. "Bend forward a bit, buddy" I told Neil. He leaned against the back of the kitchen counter and spread his legs. While my left hand fondled his cock and scrotum I slowly explored the rim of his hole with my right middle finger. I pushed gently and felt him resist. "Hey, Neil, relax. This is going to be fun." His muscles loosened and my finger slipped in, feeling the soft, velvety tissue. I probed gently for a while and then pushed my index finger in as well. Neil's ass had a gentle, steady grip on them as they slid in and out. His own hand found my cock and started to pull on it. Colin came over stroking his rod and stood next to Neil watching us. When Mike joined us, smearing his own cock with KY, Colin moved close to Neil and leaned forward, their shoulders touching. I smiled at Mike and pulled my fingers out of Neil's ass. "Ready ?" I asked him. He grinned and nodded. I grasped Neil's pelvis, moved my cock between the cheeks as I watched Mike doing the same to Colin. I paused momentarily, and then pushed home. A slight resistance and then the head slid in. Immediately Neil's warmth surrounded my cock and I held his pelvis as I started to move my hips back and forth, but soon he was thrusting back himself and I could let my hand wander up to the ring on the nipple. I toyed with the little hoop, alternately pinching the tit and then pulling it far forward. To my left Mike was pushing steadily into my lover. After a minute or so we had settled into a rhythm but Colin was trying to play with Neil so he put his hand out to me, "Hey, if you guys don't mind it would make life a whole lot easier if Neil and I can face each other." "Yeah, let's do that," agreed Neil. Once we'd turned it was obvious that this was a better arrangement. Everyone could see more of the action now and, since he was standing, I had Neil's head right next to mine so I could lick and kiss his neck. Moreover I could now look at Colin's face as Mike screwed him. I smiled at my friend. He was really enjoying this I knew. It was good to have him back. I had been busy during the week, with the class during the day and Dave at night, but it was the lying in bed late at night with Colin and talking to him and listening to his jokes and stories that I had missed. I couldn't see what he and Neil were doing to each other's cocks, but Neil was pulling hard on one of Colin's nipples while Mike massaged the other from behind. I was really horny, probably the result of their story of the shower, and in less than two minutes I was again holding Neil's pelvis hard as I felt the spunk spurting into him. Seconds later Mike threw his head back and with a few loud sighs shot his load. We rested our heads on the other guys' shoulders, breathing heavily and watching them while they varied their rhythms to ensure that they came together. Only when their spurting had finished did I slowly withdrew from Neil and go and get some paper towel to clean my cock. When I got back to them, Colin was wiping Neil's jism off his chest and stomach with his hand. I walked across to him and he held his hand out giving me his fingers to lick. Neil and Mike stopped their cleaning to watch this. "You guys have been together before, haven't you ?" asked Mike innocently. "Yeah, a few times," I nodded. "How long has it been ?" asked Neil. "Almost every night for a month now," Colin admitted. "Geez! You sure wasted a bunch of time we could have been having fun together," Neil grinned. "How 'bout you guys ?" I asked. "You live together, don't you ?" "Not quite," replied Neil. "We've been together about eight months. I moved into the apartment next to Mike's about a month ago." "Did you guys know each other before you joined CentIns or did you meet here ?" I asked claiming the last errant sperm drop from Colin's piss slit. "Kansas City seems to be sort of conservative place for alternative lifestyles." "Hey, wait up, guys!" said Colin. "Let's grab some beers and go up on the roof and get the fire going. Then while we wait for the coals to burn down we can hear their story." "That's good for me." said Mike getting up and getting his jeans which he had hung neatly over a chair. The other three pairs lay in a heap on the floor. "Guess I've got to put some jeans on ?" "Just till we get to the roof," said Colin. "I'm usually the only one who goes up there and I can fix the door so no-one can come up without us letting them." "So ? What are we waiting for ? asked Neil. We trashed the paper towels and then, while the other guys packed the beers and meat into a cooler, I went into Colin's room, lay on his bed, picked up his phone and punched in a number. Three rings and Dave's voice reached out and touched me. "Hey, you still want to have some action with Colin and me ?" I asked him. "You betcha," he laughed. Four days together and he was much more outgoing than he had been when he first came to the shack. "Bring some beers or soda and maybe a T-bone or whatever you want to grill and come on over." I gave him directions. "I can be there in fifteen. I'm not far away." I walked back into the sitting room. Everything was almost ready. The other guys had got jeans on and I noticed that ownership meant nothing here. Colin was wearing mine and the only pair left on the floor were Neil's, but what the fuck, I pulled them on feeling the cold place near the zipper where the leaking precum hadn't dried. I didn't mention the phone call or Dave. Colin gave us each a large beach towel. We picked up the coolers, filed through the door he held open for us and went into the passage. I was last and as I passed he bent forward and gave me a kiss. "I told you tonight would be good, didn't I?" he said quietly. I grinned back at him. "Yeah." He didn't know that I, too, had a surprise up my sleeve (or, since I wasn't wearing a shirt, up my jeans.) Nobody else was around. Almost directly opposite his door was another that had a sign on it that said 'roof'. I had always maintained that it should either say 'To roof' or it should say 'door'. Tonight, if we were going to be pedantic, it should have stated `Stairway to Heaven.' We went through it into the stiflingly hot stairwell and began to climb upwards. Copyright 1999 Horatio. I relate these stories because I enjoy writing and I enjoy the subject matter. If you have any comments you can email me at horatio_nimier@hotmail.com I'll even accept criticism if expressed in an adult, objective and polite manner. Hate mail will be flushed without reading. Grow up.