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HARRY'S
HOME ON LEAVE By Pants
My finger
paused momentarily, hovering in mid-air before ringing the bell. It was a
hesitation born of nervous anticipation rather than any conscious wish to delay.
"Harry's home on leave," Nigel had explained earlier that day.
"Come round this evening and he will help me further your education."
I knew exactly what he meant. I grinned as I put down the telephone and a
squadron of giant butterflies took to the air inside my stomach. They did not
cease their flight all day and right then, standing outside Nigel's front door,
they were moving so fast I swear their outline must have been visible through my
skin.
Harry was Nigel's friends, yes I knew him but not all that well. Nigel had once
told me something of their friendship and I guessed I was about to get to know
this guy better, I wondered how much better. Harry was in the paratroopers, at
least that was what he told everyone, but I am sure he was secretly a member of
the SAS.
Finally my finger stabbed the little button. Inside the flat an electric bell
rang and the door was quickly opened by Nigel, my close friend and mentor. I
don't think I had previously ever seen him quite so excited, words just gushed
from his mouth in an effervescent gaggle of enthusiasm.
"Come in, come in quick. Harry's already here. I can't wait any longer for
the fun to begin. Let me tell you I've had a hard on all day. I'm
bursting."
As he closed the door behind me Nigel hurriedly explained to me that just as he
had shown me the joys of man-sex so it had been Harry who had been his personal
teacher. I wanted to ask him how, where and when but those were questions which
would have to wait for another time.
Inside Nigel's small flat Harry was indeed waiting. "Hi there Harry, good
to see you."
"You too mate. Nigel tells me that you have passed your initiation with
merit."
I blushed and was momentarily a little lost for words. Harry was seated in an
armchair with his legs spread out wide and feet stretched before him. He wore a
pair of dark green trousers and a crisp shirt of the same colour which was
unbuttoned to the waist showing a muscular chest with well defined pecks and a
moderate sprouting of hair. He got up and took the two small steps needed to
bring him face to face with myself. Stretching out a hand he took my own and
gripped it in a vice-like lock.
"So are you ready to continue your education ?"
I was and so affirmed.
"He's bloody good," Nigel said from somewhere behind me. "Like I
told you Harry."
"So let's see," Harry smiled. "I have this desire to both give
and to take it in my own arse at the same time. You up for that mate ?"
I thought I was and replied. "Sure Harry, what ever."
"So let's see what you are made of." Then like a superior barking out
a military order Harry spat out a single word. "Strip !"
Nigel moved round into my vision and I could see he was well on the way towards
losing all he had on. I began to oblige and was soon standing in just a tight
and bulging pair of white briefs. Harry had lost his shirt and was loosening the
belt about his waist. He nodded his head and gave the final order without words.
I obeyed and dropped my pants to the floor, stepping out one leg at a time.
What a marvelous sight Harry himself made. If the British armed forces are made
up with those like him god help any enemy. And man what a cock ! Nigel was big
but that was massif. Massif, solid and throbbing. Hell was he about to put that
inside me ?
No.
"OK," Harry said. "I'm going to take Nigel while you at the same
time enter me. Make it good."
Of course I wanted to make it good but I'd never done this before. Well I could
only try and if I failed no doubt I would face a firing squad.
Nigel went to the small dining table and placed his hands on the surface. He
moved them about like a pianist warming up before settling on a final position.
Next he adjusted his legs, splaying them just the right distance apart before
bending forward. Harry stepped up to him and steered that simply enormous dick
between his buttock cheeks. I tried to watch and take in every motion in order
that I could copy.
With my own hard dick at the ready I moved in behind Harry. This should have
been a mystery to me but instinct was directing me. I took my cock in hand and
gently stroked it down the line where his two buttocks met. It felt good.
Oooooo - it felt bloody marvelous. But there was not time to stand back and
contemplate the preliminary. I pushed myself inside. It hurt a little as my
foreskin was stretched back to allow the head to penetrate. But onwards I went
until I was fully inside Harry. It felt warm, almost hot and the hold of his
buttocks on me was quite tight.
Harry moved back on me as he withdrew slightly from Nigel then moved away as he
pushed back inside my mentor's bum. I tried to emulate him but by his third
motion I found that if I positioned myself correctly I need only stand and allow
him to make all the movement. As he pushed into Nigel he withdrew from myself
and when he withdrew from Nigel he was pushing against me. It was marvelous, his
arse was simply wanking me off. But what a wank. No this was more than any wank;
it was full scale man-sex.
I placed my hands on Harry's shoulders and felt the whole strength of his fit,
toned and muscular body. This was a guy at the highest peak of his perfection.
Bloody hell, he was some guy.
I was very, very highly aroused and knew I could come at any time. Over the
years I have developed the ability to bring myself almost to a climax then
discipline everything until the last moment. Nigel was groaning at the front of
our trio and I sensed Harry was himself ready to pump fire into him.
As he did Nigel let go a squeal of delight and I cast off the final tether to
ejaculate myself inside Harry. And how I came, man it was good. Nigel and I had
wanked and sucked several times since he first showed me the joys of being with
another guy but this was so much more. I wanted more.
Eventually we withdrew from one another.
"How was it Harry ?" Nigel asked eagerly.
"Good, different and good," he replied. Then turning to me smiled and
said, "So how did you like your first full anal ?"
"Fuckin brilliant," I laughed.
"Want to try it the other way round ?"
I hesitated.
"Let Nigel stick that cock of his up your arse ? I know he's dying
to."
I smiled and winked at Nigel.
"OK."
© Nigel Dean 2006
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