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I had just moved onto my property at Marin Bay on the north coast of New South Wales. The house was a large two-story farmhouse with a veranda all around. It was on 50 hectares, had a fresh-water river and I even had my own private beach. After I had settled in I decided to have an all-weekend house warming B.B.Q. So I sent out invitations to all the Gay and Lesbian groups along the coast, inviting everybody from the groups to my open house weekend.

The response was great; I had about 150 people coming to stay for the weekend. My long-time friend Kathy, who had lived in the area for many years, volunteered to help with all the preparations and over the weekend of the party. Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny. It was early summer so the days were warm but the nights could still get very cold, so I built a large bonfire ready for the cold night to come.

My guests started to arrive around 10:00am, and because of the long distance some of them had traveled I arranged for them to camp overnight, down by the river that ran through my property. I was down in the camping area giving two of my best mates a hand putting up their tent, when a deep sexy voice from behind me said, “Hey Ken is it all right if I put my tent here?”

I turned around and faced the hottest looking man I had ever seen. He held out his hand and said, “Hi. I’m Anthony. I saw Kathy up at the house and she pointed you out and told me to go see Ken, he’s organizing the camp sites.” As I shook his hand I thought to myself, no need for you to put up your tent, you’ll be in my bed tonight. “Sure,” I said, “just give me a minute and I’ll give you a hand to put it up.” “That’ll great,” he said.

When I turned back to my two mates they were both eyeing Anthony up and down, so I jokingly said, “Hands off boys: I saw him first.”

A few minutes later I was helping Anthony with his tent. He stood about 180cm tall with broad shoulders and strong muscular arms and legs. He had a thick moustache and trim goatee beard, he was wearing a white t-shirt and faded cut off jeans. A fine layer of black hair covered his arms and legs and was curling up over the top of his t-shirt.

My cock was getting hard just looking at him; he was gorgeous, the perfect bear cub.

His tent was finally erected so I introduced him to my mates, as I had to go and organize the B.B.Q. lunch and play host to all my other guests. The B.B.Q. was in full swing. I was cooking the steaks and Kathy was setting out the salads and drinks.

Lunch was well under way; I was into cooking the second round of steaks, when I felt a hand on my arse. Anthony was standing beside me and told me I was doing a great job as host and the party was one of the best he’d been to in a long time. He was so pleased he’d decided to come. Before I had time to answer him, he’d moved off to mingle with the other guests.

The remainder of the day was filled with catching up with friends, and arranging other activities so the day would run smoothly.

At sunset the temperature started to drop, so it was time to light up the bonfire. We all sat around the fire till well into the night. I caught sight of Anthony a couple of times during the evening, and he always smiled and acknowledged me when I did. I was kept fully occupied by my other friends so I didn’t have the opportunity to speak to Anthony alone.

Finally around 1:30am my last guests decided to head off to bed, it had been a very long tiring day for most of them, as they had been up early and traveled long distances to come for the weekend. It was the first time that day I had time to myself, so I made myself a mug of coffee and sat down to relax and enjoy the warmth of the fire before heading off to bed.

I heard footsteps and through the glow of the fire I could see Anthony heading towards me. He came up to me and said, “Mind if I join you for a coffee?”

“Not at all. It’ll be nice to talk to you alone at last.”

He made himself a mug of coffee, pulled up a chair and sat down next to me. He took a mouthful of coffee from his mug then reached over with his right hand, and ran it up my left thigh. His touch was electric: my cock started to rise the instant his hand touched my leg. “Hope you don’t mind,” he said, “I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you this morning.”

“I don’t mind at all,” I responded as I ran my left hand up his arm and across his chest; as I did I turned in my chair to face him. He moved forward to the edge of his chair, and put his hands behind my neck and gently pulled my head towards him. He kissed me and as he did his tongue explored my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and we kissed each other deeply, our tongues in each other’s mouth. He slid his hands under my shirt and pulled it up and over my head exposing my chest. He started liking around my nipples then worked his way down to the top of my shorts. All this time I was massaging his firm arse.

The fire was going out and the cold was starting to bite, so I put my hands under his armpits and lifted him to his feet. “Let’s go inside,” I suggested and we headed for the house and the warmth of my bedroom.

We fell into each other’s arms and embraced each other passionately. I removed his shirt: his chest was covered in silky black hair that ran together into a thick band and ran down the middle of his abdomen to disappear into the top of his shorts. I ran my hand across his chest massaging his nipples, as I did he moaned with pleasure; his nipples were hard and erect. I started sucking on them and running my tongue around his beautiful chest. All the time his hands were caressing my arse; he grabbed both my arse cheeks and pulled us closer together. I could feel his rock hard cock grinding into my crotch, my own cock grinding into him. He undid the buttons on my cutoff 501s and slid them down my legs; he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jocks and in one swift movement pushed them down over my hips. My 9-inch cut cock stood straight out in front of me dripping with precum.

He stood back in wide-eyed amassment saying, “You’re my wildest fantasy come true.”

He went down on his knees and started sucking my cock. His mouth felt like velvet as he took my cock deep into his throat, sucking up and down on my shaft and swirling his tongue around the head of my dick and jiggling the Prince Albert ring I have.

After what seemed like hours of indescribable pleasure, I reached down and lifted him to his feet. I undid his shorts and pushed them and his jocks to the floor, releasing his glorious 8-inch thick cut cock. He was oozing precum. I licked around the head of his cock; the taste was sensational. I ran my lips across the head of his cock and sucked all the way down his shaft, till my face was buried in his silky black pubic hair. He was groaning with sheer pleasure as I slid my mouth up and down the full length of his cock taking him deep into my throat.

I bought my hand up and started to massage his balls while I continued to work on his throbbing cock. I felt his balls tighten in my hand as he said, “I’m going to come.” His cock exploded, shooting wads of cum into my mouth and down my throat; the taste of his cum was like liquid gold. I sucked on his cock till he buckled at the knees. He fell back onto my bed from sheer exhausted pleasure. I crawled up beside him and he rolled over to face me. He kissed me and said, “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your P.A. up my arse.”

I removed his shorts and jocks from around his ankles. He moved further up the bed lying on his back. I kicked off my jeans and jocks and straddled him, my balls resting on his hairy chest. I reached forward to the bedside drawers to get a condom and some lube. As I leaned forward, he started sucking my cock. I reached back with some lube and he bought his legs up, giving me access to his arse. I lubed his hole and loosened him up by inserting my fingers into his hot hole. As I did he tore open the condom pack and rolled the condom onto my cock. I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and positioned the tip of my dick onto his well-lubed hole. I slowly pushed my cock against his arse and felt the head of my cock enter his hole.

His eyes rolled back in his head as I slid my cock all the way into his sweet arse. His arse muscles tightened around my cock, as though they had been specially designed to fit my cock perfectly. He emitted a long sigh of pleasure as I began to fuck him; I slowly fucked him sliding my cock in and out in long slow movements, pulling out till just the head of my dick was in his arse.

“Oh fuck me Daddy! Fuck my arse! You feel so good inside me.”

I could feel my balls starting to boil, so I started pumping him harder. He moved his hips in rhythm as I pounded his arse; my balls were slapping his arse cheeks with every thrust. My cock exploded and I shot load after load of hot cum into him. I felt like I’d been hit by lightning. I collapsed onto the bed beside him drained and exhausted; we kissed and lay in each other’s arms till sleep overtook us both.

Sunday Morning:

I was awakened by the morning sun streaming through the balcony doors. The bedside clock read 6:40am: time to get up. Anthony was sleeping peacefully so I crept out of bed and headed for the shower. When I came back into the bedroom he was awake, laying on his side gazing out the balcony doors at the river. I quietly walked to the side of the bed and playfully slapped him on the arse. “Come on, my boy, out of that bed; we have work to do.”

He flipped over onto his back, with a big grin on his face and said, “I like being called ‘your boy’.”

I bent forward and kissed him, “I’ll see you downstairs.”

Kathy was already in the kitchen organizing the breakfast; I picked up trays of bacon and dozens of eggs and headed for the B.B.Q.

All the overnight campers were coming up for breakfast; I was loading the bacon onto the B.B.Q. when Anthony came up beside me and started frying the eggs, leaving me free to fry the bacon. Kathy was putting out jugs of orange juice and plates of hot buttered toast. By 10:00am everybody had been fed and it was time to break camp. Tents were taken down and folded, cars and vans packed. By 3:30pm all but a few of the guests had left.

I suddenly realized that Anthony had worked beside me all day.

Kathy was ready to leave so came over and gave me a big hug. She whispered in my ear, “Hang onto him, he’s gorgeous.”

The rest of my friends came and said their goodbyes and left. Anthony was putting some gear into his car. He walked over to where I was standing and said, “Mind if I hang around a bit longer?” “No. Stay as long as you like,” I said.

He was standing a meter or two away from me; I looked him up and down. “You’re filthy. You and I could stand a shower.”

“Good idea. I’ll grab some clothes and see you inside.”

The en-suite shower in my bedroom is only big enough for one, so as I stepped out Anthony stepped in. As I toweled myself dry I walked out onto the balcony. I was leaning on the balcony railing when Anthony walked up behind me. He put his hands around my waist then ran his hands over my stomach and up over my chest. He went down on his knees and put his hands on my arse; he started to lick up and down my hairy crack. He parted my cheeks and buried his face in my arse; he tongue-fucked my arse working my hole till I was on fire. He stood up. “Please don’t move. I’ll be back in a sec.” He came back and stood between my legs. “Is it ok if I fuck Daddy?”

“Go for it,” I said. I heard the condom pack tear then felt the head of his lubed dick on my twitching hole. Holding my hips with both hands, he slid his beautiful thick dick into my well-tongued hole. He rhythmically started pumping my arse; I moved my feet wider apart so he could penetrate me deeper. His cock massaged my prostate with every thrust; it was total bliss.

My arse never felt so good. I was holding onto the balcony railing bent at a 90° angle. My cock and low-hanging balls were swinging in rhythm with Anthony’s thrusts; my curved barbell P.A. was jiggling in the end of my dick; the feeling was sensational.

Anthony started grunting low, guttural sounds; his hands tightened their grip on my hips as he started to blow. With four or five deep pelvic thrusts he blew his load deep inside me. At the same time I blew all over the balcony, shooting my load with every thrust of his hips.

Anthony stood very still panting and running with sweat. I stood up with Anthony’s dick still deep inside me; he put his arms around me and hugged me tightly, as his now-limp dick slowly slid out of my arse.

He whispered into my ear, “Oh god, Ken, that was fantastic.”

“It’s the first time I’ve ever blown without touching my dick,” I said. He hugged me tighter.

It was getting late in the day and Anthony had a long drive ahead of him. He threw the last of his gear into his car then turned to face me; we hugged and kissed each other goodbye. He was halfway up the driveway when I saw his break lights come on; he reversed down the drive, leapt from the car and threw his arms around me.

“I don’t want to leave. I think I’ve fallen in love.”

“I know how you feel,” I said. “I don’t want you to leave either. Don’t worry; we‘ll work something out.”

Life can be stranger than fiction. I’m the Senior Nurse Manager at our local hospital; Anthony’s a physiotherapist. Fate stepped in one week after we met: the physiotherapist at work announced her retirement. I had a vacancy to fill.

Anthony phoned me the minute he arrived home. “Hi, Ken. I couldn’t get you out of my mind the whole drive home. This might sound stupid but I miss you already.”

I told him the house felt very empty after he left and I missed him too.

We spoke to each other every night on the phone. When I broke the news about the resignation at work he said, “I don’t believe it; you’re joking.”

I told him that Kathy had sent him a job application that day (she happens to be head of personnel). He was speechless. “Oh my god” was all he could say.

Kathy, Neil (a very close friend) and I were on the interview panel. Guess who got the position?

Finally, after weeks of planning, the day Anthony was moving in arrived. I was awakened by the phone; who calls at 4:00am on Saturday morning? I thought as I picked up the receiver.

“Hi, Ken. Just called to say I’m on my way see you in about 4 hours.” “Okay, my boy; drive carefully.”

I was wide awake; no use staying in bed. The pump on the irrigation system in the river was blocked; I’ll work on that while I wait for him to arrive. I put on a pair of Speedos and headed for the river to work on the pump. I was standing waist deep in the water when Anthony appeared on the bank; my cock started to rise the instant I saw him.

I started towards the bank, he ripped of his shirt and shorts and dove in; he surfaced right in front of me. His arms were around me in a flash, hugging me and kissing me. “God I’ve missed you!” he said.

We edged our way to the bank, he went down on me licking and sucking my cock and balls through the wet nylon of my Speedos. He rolled them off my hips and my cock sprang free and hit him on the cheek; he took my cock into his mouth and deep down his throat he sucked on my cock till I was almost ready to blow.

I pulled him to his feet, removed his jocks and turned him to face the pump housing. I went to work on his arse; I ran my tongue down his back to the top of his crack. He moaned, leaned forward leaning on the pump house. I spread his cheeks and buried my face deep in his arse enjoying the musky smell of his masculinity. I licked around his hole then probed my tongue deep inside his arse hole; his whole body was quivering with pleasure.

I told him to lie on his back. I sat astride him and took both our cocks in my hand and started jacking us both together, my P.A. ring stimulating the head of his dick. His hips started bucking underneath me. “I’m going to cum,” he said. We blew together, covering him in wads of hot cum.

We lay together for a while letting our ecstasy subside, then dived into the river to cool off. We swam down river to the beach, splashed about in the surf for a while then came out onto the sand. I grabbed a couple of towels out of the beach hut and we stretched out in the sun. After several minutes Anthony sat up, reached over and started playing with the ring in my dick. I was rock hard in seconds.

“Your P.A. feels so good when you fuck me,” he said. “What’s it like for you?”

I told him, “When it moves in my dick I get the most incredible sensual feelings through my cock.”

“I’ve thought about getting one for a long time,” he said, “but I’ve never had the guts to go through with it. Did it hurt having it done?”

“No,” I said. “It’s done under a local anesthetic.”

He sat quietly beside me for a few minutes still playing with my ring.

“I’m definitely going to have it done,” he said.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes, I’m sure,” he replied. “I’ll have it done next weekend.”

“You won’t be able to have sex for a couple of weeks till it’s healed,” I cautioned him.

“That’s ok; I’ll still want you to fuck my arse though.”

“I’ll certainly do that for you my boy,” I said. “I certainly will.”

He was still playing with my P.A. ring. I was going nuts with pleasure; he knelt over me and we sucked each other’s cocks till we both came again.

We flew down to Sydney the next weekend; Anthony’s appointment was for 1:30pm. We cruised up and down Oxford St. a few times till it was time to head for the piercer’s. Anthony was asked to come through to have the procedure done. I went to sit in the waiting room when he grabbed my hand and said, “Come in with me please?”

An hour later we were back on Oxford St. Anthony was like a kid with a new toy. He couldn’t wait to get back to our hotel room to stand in front of the mirror and admire his new ringed cock.

In the months that followed we increased the gauge of the ring to the same size as mine, a 4-gauge ¾ inch curved barbell.

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