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THE
CARL TRILOGY - Part One My Flat Mate
by Nigel
Dean
Carl is very
special to me and I recall these events with a deep sense of fondness.
I’ve had all kinds of fun at differing times and with various guys enjoying
much pleasure but Carl was something more than just physical activity and
enjoyment. With Carl there was also an emotional plane and I was, still
am, very fond of him and greatly value his loving friendship.
He was six years younger than me, just nineteen at the time of these events, and
all happened not a long way into my own catalogue of man-to-man experiences; I
was at the time still very much a novice in such matters. It was Brian,
Carl’s older brother, who was my friend and through him I came to know Carl.
But at the time of my story Brian was long gone having estranged himself from
his parents and moved to live in London in a flat of his own. Carl and
Brian’s parents were serious alcoholics and when the booze took over they
became violent and gave the lads one hell of a time. Once he left home
Brian never had anything more to do with them and it was only a matter of time
before Carl followed his example.
I’d been to Birmingham that Friday on a one day training course from work and
was walking home from the station in the late afternoon. I was deep in
thought debating in my mind the futility of the event I had wasted my day on
when a totally different train of thought began to enter my mind. At first
it was like a crawling mist drifting over the landscape blotting everything out,
then as the mist cleared there was only one consideration - everything else was
gone completely. I walked automatically forward, my footsteps guiding
themselves as my mind detached itself from my body and filled with my friend
Carl. I could see his face as clearly as if he were standing directly in
front of me. He looked worried yet pleased to see me and as I smiled he
smiled back. Without determining it consciously my pace quickened in an
urgency to get home. Then Carl’s voice came into my ears, he was nowhere
in sight but I heard the words audibly. “Hi Nigel, sorry to bother you
but you couldn’t help me out could you ?”
I broke into a trot and ran until I reached the end of my road then slowed back
down again to a walk. Rounding the corner I saw Carl where I knew he would
be, waiting at my front door.
“Have you been waiting long ?” I asked.
“Hi Nigel. I called your work,” he began, “they told me you would be
back about this time. I’m sorry to bother you but you couldn’t help me
out could you ?”
My spine chilled. “Sure, come inside.”
Carl was finally ready, he explained to me, to make the break from home and
follow in the footsteps of his brother. There had been a week-long
drinking binge and home-life was quite intolerable. I felt so sorry for
him, perhaps it was this feeling that first ignited deeper feelings and
attraction for him, perhaps he could some how perceive my inner thoughts and
these brought about his reciprocation. I don’t know but they spawned
somehow a special time and special friendship.
“Can you put me up for the week-end ? Brian’s away and I can’t get
in contact with him until Monday. I just need somewhere to stay for a
couple of nights then I’m off for good.”
I was delighted to let him stay. “Of course. Stay as long as you
like.”
“Two night will be fine.” Carl said. “When Brian gets back I am
going to move in with him then find a job in London.”
I looked at him standing there in blue jeans and a red tee shirt. He had
but a small bag with him containing a few possessions.
“Let’s make
this a fun week-end,” I smiled, “let’s both have a good time.
I’ve a camp bed you can crash on in my room if that’s OK with you.”
“Thanks.”
I was beginning to formulate an idea. I wanted Carl, wanted to view that
which his body kept hidden behind his clothing and to wrap myself spiritually
and physically round it all. While I left Carl to sort himself I made a
quick telephone call. My flat was small, just a living-room, one bedroom
and a bathroom, I had to whisper for Carl not to hear me. I called a
friend, Steve, on his mobile.
Steve and I sometimes played squash together and sometimes we would chill out in
the sauna at our local leisure centre. “Steve, you fancy a sauna tomorrow ?”
I willed him to say yes. “Carl’s staying over; he’s finally decided
to clear out and he’s a bit low. Thought we may take him along and
lighten him up a bit.”
My heart pounded as I waited for his answer then leaped for joy when it was in
the affirmative. We’d take him along to the sauna with us and I would
get to view that body naked and natural as it was intended to be. I was
sexually attracted to Carl and wondered how I could bring him to feel the same
towards me.
I explained to Carl that Steve and I had arranged earlier in the week to go to
the sauna ( A bit of a white lie.) and it would be good if he came along with
us, we could have a laugh and a few beers after.
“Fine. Sounds good,” he said.
My heart now beat with a long rumble of thunder within me. In anticipation
of that ahead my dick began to feel heavy and rise to a semi erection. I
would, some how, need to see that didn’t happen tomorrow. At least not inside
the sauna !
We spent the evening talking, watching the usual rubbish on TV and playing
cards. At about eleven we turned in to bed. The camp bed was ready and
prepared in the small space beside my own bed. I usually sleep in the nude
but that night we both undressed to our pants and clambered in. I turned
off the light and we attended to sleeping. But I couldn’t sleep, my mind
was alive and my body ached, I had a raging hard on between my legs which was
fast oozing with precum. It was a moonlit night and rays penetrated the curtains
to illuminate the room. I could see Carl asleep on his back, he had one
leg out of the sheets and hanging off the side of the bed. I wanted to
slide my hand under the sheet and trace a way up that leg, it started to move
through the space between us but I pulled it back. The time was not right.
With both my hands back inside my own bed, I slid my underpants down to below my
knees and took hold of my rock hard cock. I wished it was Carl’s and
imagined it was as I began a slow and gentle wank. I tried to keep the
movement subtle, I did not want to wake Carl and for him to discover what I was
doing but nothing could ease the feeling I had and allow me to sleep until I had
wanked that hardon away. It was not difficult, I was so aroused and it did
not take long to actually cum. I was squirting loads into the sheets where
I would have to lay for the rest of the night. I’m sure that my
movements did not disturb him but as I came Carl turned and spoke in his sleep.
It was not clear exactly what he was saying but I’m sure it was: Thank
you Nigel, that was good. I don’t think I imagined it. I turned on
my side and tried to sleep.
“You know we go into the sauna nude,” Steve said to Carl.
“Yep.”
“That’s OK with you then,” Steve continued. “Nigel and I
have seen each other naked so many times we know one another’s bodies off by
heart but wondered how you felt.”
“Cool,” he smiled.
Once inside the changing room I made my way to the toilet and locked myself
inside one of the cubicles. I pulled down my trousers and pants to look at
my semi-hard dick. I couldn’t go into the sauna like that. I
stared at it and willed it to go down. It did but slowly. Only when
I felt absolutely calm and confident did I return to the changing room, undress
to join Steve and Carl.
“Where you been ?” Steve said. “Thought you’d gone home.”
“Needed a wee,” I lied.
“Better out than in,” Carl smiled.
There he was, Carl as naked as the day he was born and ten times a beautiful.
I guess if I am to be honest there was nothing that special about Carl’s body
- he was no ancient god in human form - but every inch of skin, every fibre and
muscle held out a magnetic attraction to me and he represented the finest male
specimen those gods could send down to a mortal earth. A bit skinny, I
guess: about five foot nine: dark - almost black hair - fairly long; hair
starting to sprout on his chest with a trace line down his navel to: …..
Hell that part of his body was beautiful. Uncut, about six inches, perhaps a bit
more, and quite thick. He sat on the edge of the wooden sauna bench, knees
apart, feet crossed and tucked under the bench. His balls hung gently down
with his cock falling in a line down their centre.
“This your first time in a sauna ?” Steve asked.
“Yep,” Carl replied.
“Like it ?”
“Yep. I guess this is what is meant by let it all hang out !”
“You could put it that way.”
“Well it feels good to me,” Carl smiled.
I was trying to find an opening to enter the conversation myself but some how
there wasn’t one. In fact I said very little while we were all in there,
I could not find much in the way of my powers of speech while I was being
mesmerised by Carl and that naked body of his. I knew I wanted more.
It was difficult to get rid of Steve. We went to McDonald’s for lunch
then to a pub where there was a sports bar with a giant TV. We watched
football all afternoon. I thought that Steve was never going to leave and
let us be alone together, he came back to my place for coffee and stayed well
into the evening. I didn’t suggest eating in case he stayed even longer.
He had a girlfriend so why wasn’t he with her ? Fortunately a time did
come when he needed to go and I heaved a sigh of relief.
I suggested a video and a take-away. Carl agreed. “Let me pay for
the take-away please,” he said.
While Carl was out collecting food from the local Chinese I moved the small TV
and video from the lounge into the bedroom.
“I thought we could crash out and watch TV before we sleep,” I explained on
his return.
“Why don’t we be really decedent and eat in bed ?” Carl suggested.
“Good idea.”
As Carl sorted foil containers from the small carrier bag I began to undress
then sit cross legged wearing just my underpants on my bed. Carl copied me
and squatted not on the camp bed but at the foot of my own. I guess a camp
bed is not the most comfortable item of furniture but perhaps there was more to
his seating arrangements than this. We ate with plastic forks courteously
provided by the take-away and made small talk. I began to steer the
conversation.
“So you liked your first sauna ?” I began.
“Yep, must do it again some time.”
“It didn’t embarrass you having to be nude like that ?”
“Nah.”
“It did me on my first time.”
“Well you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about,” Carl smiled.
“In fact I’d say you look pretty good.”
“Thanks.” My cock was starting to rise again. “You’re not so bad
yourself you know.”
Carl scraped the corner of his container and took the last mouthful of food.
He looked at me as he scooped the morsel and savored the last taste of the meal.
“I nearly got a hard on the first time I went to the sauna,” I
continued.
Carl placed the container and plastic fork down on the floor, looked at me then
said. “I reckon you’d look very good with a hard on.”
There was no need to say anything more. I knelt up on the bed and slid my
pants down to my knees and revealed that very hard on. Carl slowly and
seductively did the same. The next moment I was flat on my back, my pants
flung across the room with Carl resting gently on top of me our dicks pressed
firmly together. His body was warm and I could feel his heart beating.
I placed my hands around his back and pulled him hard and close to me. Our
cocks were busy introducing themselves to each other I could feel the pulse in
Carl’s through my own and I guess he me.
“Thanks for letting me stay,” Carl said. “I always knew we were
great mates.”
I said nothing in reply but let go my grip to move my hands between us. This was
heaven with all my dreams coming true. I had Carl and he had me, we were
each others for the whole night: a night I was determined to make last for ever.
I was wet with precum and ready to take our first mansex experience; the first
of many and many that very night. As if knowing my thoughts Carl moved in
time with myself and we knelt close to each other pressing our throbbing cocks
into the same small space. With one hand each we joined fingers and held
our manhood together and began a powerful double rub.
A liquid of fire and gold was moving inside my balls, seeking to find its way
into the open. I could feel it climbing ever higher and at the same time I
could feel the sensation Carl was experiencing within his own body. I came
with a force but I could sense Carl was holding back his own climax. When
the last jerk of ejaculation was spent Carl whispered in my ear. “Suck me off
Nigel.”
We adjusted our positions so this could take place. My own plasma of
rapture was still over our two bodies as I knelt between Carl’s legs and took
his cock slowly in my mouth. He could not have been far from cuming and I
wanted to prolong the experience so I moved slowly and very gently. The
tip of my tongue just lightly touched the head of that special cock. I
felt for its groove then explored the rim where the head meets the shaft, first
with my tongue gently caressing then with my lips. Down I moved to take
more of it inside until I was close to Carl’s lovely bush of dark and thick
pubic hair. I closed my lips tight and slowly began to suck the air from
my mouth my cheeks pulling in against my jaw.
Carl began to sigh deeply. His hands rested on the back of my head and
pressed me towards him. My tongue was busy now rapidly exploring every
inch of flesh within my mouth. I inhaled and exhaled several times, each
time generating a suction within my mouth. He came and I swallowed all I
have to give.
We lay naked together in the one bed, our bodies adjacent to each other in that
small space, our arms entwined about ourselves. We slept lightly in a
dream of pure joy but no dream could ever replace the experience we had just
shared or the feelings we were building and developing for each other.
I awoke shortly after midnight and so did Carl. “You are the best friend
I have ever had and ever will have,” he said.
“You are the only friend I ever want to have,” I replied.
“Please take me all the way,” Carl spoke gently and with a deep
meaning and desire.
I took my lover by the hand and led him to the foot of the bed. He knelt
facing the mattress then bent over to present his rear to me. I looked at
that beautiful form and pulsed with desire to be deep inside him. First I
kissed the left cheek and then the right. On the right I sucked to pull
the tiny blood vessels towards the surface and create a love-bite. When I was
done I leaned back to examine my work; I was well pleased with all that I saw.
My fingers parted the way between his buttocks for me to press my cock deep
inside then released the two cheeks to clamp hard against my shaft. Instantly I
began a movement to thrust as deep inside as I could, withdraw slightly then
thrust again. My groin made a slapping sound against Carl’s bum each
time I pushed in. I longed for my cock to be bigger in order that I could
reach deeper inside that fantastically sensuous body. I would have forced
our bodies into one being if only I could yet while our physical forms were
separate I could feel our minds coming closer together. I could experience
the feeling Carl had and knew a little of what it was like to have me inside
him. I could feel the beat of his heart within my own chest and know his
solid erection inside my own. Although there was no hand on Carl’s cock,
neither his nor mine, I was controlling it and bringing it to its climax with my
mind. I was in control of my own ejaculation as well as that of my friend.
We came simultaneously with a pleasure of experience beyond that of any normal
encounter.
I withdrew and snatched Carl by the shoulders to bring his face to mine then
kissed him with my tongue penetrating as deep inside him as my solid manhood had
just done. When our lips parted Carl traced his tongue down my breast and
took my left nipple in his mouth sucking for all he was worth. Then he
moved slightly to its side and took his turn to mark me with a bite of love.
Although he had cum two times already that night I urged with all my power and
mind for Carl to insert himself inside me and before long he was thrashing that
stupendous cock of his between my own bum cheeks. I pinched them together
as tight as I could. There was a sensation of pain having him inside me
but it was a pain of the purest happiness, there was an boundless man-love
between us. The love was being explored on the surface by mere
physical means but on a higher level our two minds were exchanging thoughts and
emotions at the speed of light and without the need for simple words. Such
bonding I had never experienced before and have only experienced it ever with
Carl.
When he came inside me the gentle warmth spread through the whole of me
radiating sensitively outwards from the centre. That warmth remained long
after Carl had withdrawn and we fell asleep again in each other’s arms.
The morning came too quickly and as time neared for Carl to leave tears pricked
the backs of my eyes. His brother was returning home that Sunday afternoon
and Carl was to take a train to Euston where Brain would meet him. I
wanted to beg him to stay but I knew it would not be right. We were lovers
but could be only lovers with the occasional time together, his parting would
not be good-bye but simply farewell until next time. Carl had to leave and
put the bad memories and times of his home and parents behind him; destiny would
permit me to be a good time in his memory and something to return to.
Carl also was close to tears as the hands of the clock moved ever onward.
It was he who suggested a photograph before we parted, two photographs one for
each of us to remember that night by. Two photographs turned into twelve
and were taken using my digital camera. I saved the poses onto CD’s, one
for Carl and one for me. Naked we sat together at the computer as the
pictures were downloaded and copied onto the CD’s. It was then time for
Carl to dress and leave. I didn’t walk to the station with him, neither
of us could have born that, but wished him a safe journey and good speed until
he was able to return.
He did return but that’s another story. Several stories to be honest.
But Carl is never far away and I from him, we have memories of some very special
times with every thought sealed in our minds. I seldom look at those
pictures on the CD, I do not need to for Carl’s picture and his being remain
always very close to my sight. Carl is special to me and always will be.
For two nights we had been flat mates, sharing the same living space but while
distance separates us we both live together in the same rooms in our heart .
© Pants 2006
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