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Abernethy

By patrick buckley

submitted April 9, 2015

Categories: Gay Erotic Stories

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… This is a gentle love story, if you are into hectic sex it is not for you. Chapter One: By the time I was sixteen, it was clear to one and all that I would live my life as a gay man. I was not effeminate, but just not forced to play the pretense game that so many unfortunate souls had to conform to. Fortunately my parents were very laidback and non-prescriptive, so when I eventually “outed” myself it was a total nonevent. I had never had proper sex at that age, but knew what did and did not turn me on. I was attracted to boys, simple as that! Other than my sexual orientation I lived life as any other boy would. I had no inclination to dress as a woman, and also like sports as much as the next guy. I was equally comfortable however discussing plant varieties and paging through décor magazines. I excelled at art in high school and wanted to become an artist. Sculpture particularly interested me. After high school I enrolled in an art college and at the end of my first year met Paul who would be my first lover. He was suave and sophisticated and in his mid-twenties. He held a managerial position at a company that sold housewares. He had quite a lovely apartment, and after six months I moved in with him along my parents blessing. Sex was always good, and I believed that I could not be happier. Fortunately he also got on very well with my parents, and our get-togethers were always very enjoyable. Life proceeded as usual, and a year and a half later I graduated from college. Paul was often away from home because of his work, which afforded me a lot of time to dedicate to my sculptures, which were starting to be noticed after six months as a full time artist. Not only was I starting to make a living, but I was also starting to make quite a name for myself. Unfortunately my personal life took a turn for the worse at that point when I discovered that Paul was having an affair. I friend of mine alerted me to fact, and after minor investigation I found it to be true. My dad assisted me obtaining alternative accommodation, and without Paul even knowing beforehand he found that I had moved out upon his arrival home one evening. The note I left him explained all that had to be said. He tried to contact me, but I simply cut him dead. For the next three months I worked my backside off preparing for a solo exhibition that turned out to be a huge success. Paul attended the opening night, and when he congratulated me I thank him before summarily moving off to mingle with the other guests. I saw him sheepishly leaving ten minutes later. There was no doubt that he had finally got the message. It is strange how the truth always outs, as I discovered that Paul had often been unfaithful during our relationship. Fortunately after blood tests however, I was relieved to find that I hadn’t been “positively” infected by his promiscuity. Upon reflection I also realized finally that he had been “all sizzle with very little substance”. To cheer my good fortune I decided to visit a gay bar the following Saturday evening to celebrate my success. Having never been to a club or bar, I checked out a gay magazine to find one visit. With literally dozens of names, I decided to base my choice on a tried and tested method; the alphabet. The first name under the bar section was . The bar was several stations away from where I lived, and I was therefore cognizant of the fact that the last train back to my home left at 23h45. At 20h00 I entered the bar after my relatively short train journey. The neighborhood was “okay”, and the bar had obviously seen better days. The place was relatively empty, and upon inquiring from “Des” the barman why that was so, he told me that the clients only really arrived after 21h30. Jovial as I felt, I was not going to let the unremarkable establishment spoil my evening. Fifteen minutes later I was joined at the counter by a fireman, who ordered a Coke before engaging me in conversation. Wes, full name Wesley was a fireman at the local station and would be reporting for duty at 22h00. He was very handsome with short dark hair and a mustache. Wes was 6’0” tall and fairly hunky. In his overall/jumpsuit he appeared to have a very substantial bubble butt which demanded ones attention. His hands were large and his feet judging by his boots, were huge. In short he was a walking wet-dream. When he asked where I lived, he replied to my response by asking why I had decided to; “slum it tonight”. I was slightly taken aback and explained the details of my visit to this bar, before being told that the bar was named after some or other kind of biscuit. We continued chatting for the next hour and a half, swapping our life stories, before he announced that he had to head off to work. Having had my fill of the place, I left at the same time as him so I could head off to the train station. Outside, before we parted company, he asked me if I made a decent breakfast. I replied that I did. He then asked for my telephone number saying that he would put me to the test the following morning. Chapter Two: On my way home in the train I wondered if I would see him as “threatened”. He was totally hot, and I really hoped that I would receive a call. As I walked to my home from the train station I laughed as I passed by my local fire station that was a block and a half from my apartment. It would be great if he were stationed there. I was awoken the following morning by a beep from my phone. The SMS simply asked where I lived. After furnishing my address with the local fire station as a marker, I presently received a reply to say that I would see him at 08h30. Wes arrived by motorbike at 08h30 as promised, and I presented him with a breakfast of note. As we ate I observed that he looked quite tired. His shift had been hectic, and he admitted that he could do with some sleep. I offered him my bed as I only had one in the apartment. With a smile he asked if he would be safe using it. I jokingly replied that as he was obviously a lot more powerful than me, rape would simply not be an option. He had a shower and emerged from the bathroom afterwards completely naked. I almost fainted as I took in this magnificent specimen. He was a solid block of manhood and had a cock that would make a donkey envious. When he observed me staring at his uncut tool, he quipped that his butt was huge; “because you needed a large hammer to drive a big nail”. I just giggled self-consciously. He presently got into bed, and was asleep soon after. On his rotational shift schedule he was only due back at work on Monday morning, and I wondered how much I would be seeing of him that weekend. I popped off to the shops and returned a while later to attend to a few chores around the apartment. At around 12h30 he emerged wearing his boxer shorts. I had made us a light lunch, which we enjoyed with a beer. He was easy to converse with, and we effortlessly chatted about everything under the sun. He was twenty six years old, and had never been in a serious relationship. According to him he was always attracted to the wrong guys, and had only ever had short flings. He paid me a very nice compliment by saying that my ex, Paul, must have had rocks in his head. When we moved through to the lounge later he sat next to me on the sofa. There was an almost uncomfortable lull in our conversation as he fixedly stared at me, before placing his arm around me and drawing me in close to him. He tilted my head towards him and started kissing me gently. As his kissing became more intense he pulled my t-shirt off me before pushing me down on the sofa and getting on top of me. He kissed, nibbled and licked my ears and neck between returning to my mouth frequently. Wes stood up, and pulled me over his shoulder before carrying me to the bedroom. I was placed on the bed before he pulled the shorts I was wearing off. When he dropped his boxers, his enormous manhood flexed upon its release. He got on top of me after pushing my legs apart, and continued kissing me as before. I was beyond excited but rather nervous about the invasion that I anticipated was to follow. Paul had been the same penis size as me, and Wes made me feel like a twelve year old boy. After quite some time he finally coaxed me onto my stomach. He moved down my body and started giving me the most incredible rimming I had ever received. After five minutes he asked for lubrication which I fortunately had in a drawer next to the bed. He gradually applied the lubrication to my backside, inserting one then two fingers as he prepared me, before generously applying the ointment to his cock. His insertion was slow and patient, but still hurt like hell. With his body supported on his arms he skillfully invaded my hole calmly inch by inch. When had finally completed his intrusion, he lay still on top of me for a few minutes. The sensation of his huge cock began to feel incredible after the initial discomfort wore off. Once he had ascertained that was comfortable he started a gentle pushing and pulling motion with his hips. Every few minutes the momentum of his action would gather impetus, as he escalated to a more intense thrusting. The sensation was driving me wild and I started whimpering like a baby, as he whispered mild obscenities into my ears. I eventually started begging for him to plow me mercilessly. Lifting himself up onto his arms his cock assaulted me with force before he released his slimy discharge into my bowels. I had also messed all over my sheet simultaneously. Wes did stay the rest of the weekend. We repeated our lovemaking twice more that Saturday, and three times on Sunday before his departure. I had never known that sex could scale the heights I had experienced with him. Apart from the intercourse we had also enjoyed each other’s company immensely, and to my way of thinking hit it off extremely well. I was not sure what would happen going forward, but hoped like crazy that I would be seeing more of him. I knew that my phone would become the center of my attention over the following few days.


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