Simon and Sebastian - Part 4A/5 - Sex Stories

Simon and Sebastian - Part 4A/5

CHAPTER 15 Chris’s embarrassment at our total nudity had now totally vanished. It was unbelievable the change that his sudden triple loss of his cock, anal and oral virginity had had on him. One could almost have believed that his earlier shy behaviour was an act, and that he was in fact a highly experienced young stud. Simon and I were delighted with the change in Chris’s character, which had been brought about by our shock therapy. It is just that first step which is frightening, but once over that hurdle, the whole business of anal intercourse is very agreeable indeed, as Chris had just found out. He was realising what all men ultimately have to acknowledge; that they like to fuck and for gays the fuck target is another guy’s anus. He was just doing what came naturally and was enjoying every minute of it. I breathed an internal sigh of relief that things had gone so swimmingly well. Over lunch, we talked with him about the care he needed to exercise in his future activities if he was to avoid HIV. We impressed on Chris that when he fucked a guy, he should always, but absolutely always, use a condom and if he allowed anyone to shaft him that he should insist that his partner also use a condom. We told him that now he felt emancipated, he should never ever go out anywhere without carrying a supply of condoms on him and showed him the Fukit flat-packs which were ideal for recreational sex. We also explained to him the main types of relationships which gays tended to develop ...

... outside casual sex and one night stands with an unknown guy. Simon and I were equal partners and we both fucked and sucked each other. But many others settled into a sort of married couple relationship where one guy played the male role and the other the female. It all depended how each couple felt about the relationship. After lunch we told Chris that we were all going to go down to a naked, all male beach to relax after our mornings exertions and take in some sun. Chris protested that he really did not want to go naked in public. In the condo was one thing but on a public beach, even an all male beach, he really did not think he dared. “Cram it, Chris,” I told him. “Get dressed and be ready to go in ten minutes and don’t forget your kit, which you can put into one of the shoulder bags that Simon and I always carry with us.” “What kit?” asked Chris. “Don’t be so fucking thick, Chris! Your condoms, you idiot – never go anywhere without a supply of condoms on you!” “But I won’t need them this afternoon on the beach,” protested Chris. “You never know,” I said and with that we set off towards the sea shore. At the beach we left our clothes in a hired locker, rented a large sun umbrella and found ourselves a place where we could sit. Now this beach was a nude beach for men, but it was not exclusively a gay beach. And so, there was an assortment of guys fooling around there, some obviously gay and others obviously straight. A hand ball game was going on and Chris walked across and ...