Lars

I felt a wave of panic come over me. I didn't know what to do; I didn't know what was expected of me. The only thing I knew about gay love was that anal sex tended to be involved somewhere. His prick seemed enormous. Would he want to stick that thing up my backside? It would never fit, it would hurt too much, I couldn't do it. Please, Lars, I'm scared, scared I'll let you down, scared I won't be able to love you.

He must have read my nerves because, as he got into bed beside me, he gathered me in and said "I'll be very gentle, I promise I will and I won't hurt you, ever."

That's what I wanted to hear. That's what I needed to hear. I let the tension fall from me and relaxed into his arms. For a while he just held me close and we kissed. He was so strong and I felt so protected, cared for. My earlier worries just fell away and, far from fearing his love I began to want it more and more. I wanted to be touched by him, all over. There was a tension between us, a sexual tension, which couldn't be denied. He laid me on my back and crouched over me, just as he had done in the park. He reached down between us and, for the first time in my life, I felt another's hand touch my prick. I had never, ever, ever, felt anything as good as that moment. Just the tips of his fingers gripping my shaft and rubbing it up and down. I arched my back and gave out a massive groan.

"You like that, don't you, boy," he said with a smile.

"Oh, yes!" I replied breathlessly.

"You're my boy, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes, yes, I am!"

He manoeuvred himself until he was all but lying on top of me and, importantly, he could grip both our pricks together in one hand. I felt small and puny beside him, as if he were putting my twig next to his tree trunk, but, even so, it felt so right, he and I, gripped together in his big strong fist, moving up and down, sliding together. I put my arms around his back, his big strong back and hugged and hugged and hugged. I wanted this moment to go on forever, well, sort of. I could feel myself starting to come and I didn't want that, not yet. He must have sensed this because he stopped and lay on top of me, moving slowly against me, rubbing his prick against me.

"I'm going to fuck you boy, do you know that," his voice was low and guttural.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, please fuck me," I replied.

He moved off me and rolled me over onto my front. I turned my head to the side and watched as he reached for the bedside draw which he opened and rummaged about in. He fetched out what looked like a large toothpaste tube. Then I felt something cool in the crack between my arse cheeks. His finger, covered with lubricant, was pushing against my bum hole, pushing, pushing, harder and harder. I could feel my earlier fears returning but I pushed them back. I wanted this, I wanted to overcome my fears.

"Open up for me, boy, open up," and, with that, his finger broke through. Suddenly it was easier. He pushed and he wiggled his finger inside me until I was thoroughly slippery and ready to take him. He turned back to the bedside draw, took a tissue and wiped his hands. Then he put on a condom and I knew my virginity was not going to last much longer. He came up behind me, kneeling between my outstretched legs. I gripped the pillow and buried my face in it. I could feel his hand guiding his prick towards my hole. I began to tense. His finger had felt so large, how on earth would I ever take his prick? I could feel him pushing against me, he was too large, too big, he would never fit, never, ever....

And then he was inside me. Not much, just a bit, but he had broken through. He pushed just a little more and slipped just a little further inside.

"Don't fight it, boy, don't fight it. It will hurt less if you don't fight it," he said and then he pushed a little more, slipping further in. He pushed and pushed and, with each push he was going a little deeper until he was able to withdraw a bit and push once again.

Did it hurt, yes, a bit, but in a good way, and it was certainly far from unbearable. But whether it hurt or not I wasn't going to stop him as I wanted so much to feel him all the way inside me, I wanted him, every inch of him, every bit of him, I wanted him to touch my soul. Lars had now moved on to long slow strokes, each one all but withdrawing before returning to plunder just that bit further than before. And, as he pushed in, I found myself pushing back, lifting my hips, opening myself up for him. 'Come on,' I wanted to say, 'I'm not made of glass. Take me, take me, I'm yours.'

My lifting my hips was all the encouragement he needed. Each stroke was getting longer, pushing deeper until he was buried to the hilt. I had taken all he had and still I wanted more. I could feel every inch of his manhood sliding back and forth, deep, deep inside me. God it was sexy! Oh, there was no way I was going to come, this was his time, not mine, but being taken like that, being his sacrifice, his boy, was a turn on beyond belief.

Now that he had opened me up, now that he was all the way in, I could feel the gentleman receding and the Viking coming to the fore. He reached up, under my armpits, so that he could grab my shoulders and, as he thrust with his groin, he pulled me down onto him. The rhythm was no faster but the thrusts were harder, deeper, as if he wanted to skewer me to the bed. The grip of his hands on my shoulders was so tight his fingertips were biting into me. His full weight was pressing down on me. His head was beside mine and he snarled something in Danish into my ear. He was pushing harder, harder, harder.

And then he came.

It felt so good to be his boy, to be beneath him as he climaxed, to feel his prick, his magnificent prick, so deep inside me, to feel him taking his pleasure, taking, taking everything I had as I gave myself up to him.

And then it was over. He didn't withdraw. Please, please, please don't withdraw! I wanted to feel him relax inside me, to savour the afterglow, to regain ourselves together before breaking apart. Sure, he was heavy on top of me but that was part of the perfection and I wouldn't have it any other way. In the end he slipped out as naturally as breathing and he rolled off me. I turned towards him and we kissed.

"No longer a virgin boy, are you?" he laughed.

"No, no, I'm not."

"And now it's your turn."

He held me in his left arm as he reached down and, once again, I felt his hand on my prick.

"And are you still scared, scared of what you like?" he asked, playfully.

"No, I'm not scared any more," I replied. As I said so I realised how, right from the start, Lars had seen through me, had known me better than I knew myself. How he had coaxed and encouraged me until my insecurities had slipped away and I could accept what I really was and what I really needed. The feel of his hand stroking my prick was heaven but it was only part of the jigsaw. What made it perfect was being wrapped in his arms, snuggled against that big strong chest of his and with that wonderful feeling coming from my backside. I almost no time I could feel myself building to a climax, a climax that was completely under his control.

And then I couldn't hold back any longer. Why should I? I was Lars' boy, coming for him, coming at his command. My spunk shot from me, great gobbets landing all over my chest, but he didn't miss a stroke until he had pumped me dry.

There was, inevitably, a certain amount of cleaning up to be done and, although I would liked to have just rolled over and cuddled, it was too messy and we both ended up under the shower together. It said a great deal about the difference between our two rooms that, whereas the shower in my bathroom was part of the bath his was a separate shower cubicle big enough for us both without crowding. This time, when he offered to wash me down, I didn't refuse, nor did I hold back from washing his prick and balls.

We dried off and he took me back to bed where, between cuddles, we finished off the champagne. I spent some time playing with his prick. It just felt so nice to handle it, feeling it grow within my hands. We both knew this was going nowhere, neither of us wanted it to, but I'd never felt confident enough to do this with anyone else before.

I woke up the next morning feeling completely refreshed. I looked across and, there he was, still sleeping soundly. There was still some time before the alarm went so, without waking Lars, I slipped out from under the covers and went to the bathroom. When I returned I couldn't help but stare at him. He looked so good and, because the night had been warm, he was covered by only a single sheet. I pulled it back for a better look. God he was gorgeous!

And there, as much asleep as the rest of him, was his prick, his beautiful prick. I wondered if I could... maybe if I were careful... it just looked so tempting.

Moving as carefully as I could I got onto the bed next to him but with my head at his waist level. Very slowly I leaned across and, sticking out the tip of my tongue, traced circles around the end of his prick. He muttered something incoherent and shifted slightly, actually rolling towards me. Maybe if I were gentle.... I took the tip of his prick into my mouth and, holding it with my lips, let my tongue play with it. Asleep or not, I was rewarded with a thickening, a stiffening, as that part of him began to wake.

I loved the feeling of him growing in my mouth. It was like waking the leviathan, the monster which, when roused, demands satisfaction. In no time he was big and strong and my mouth was bobbing up and down on it as I ran my lips up and down the shaft, seeing how much I could take. I was pretty sure Lars was awake by this point but he didn't say a word, he just lay there and let me have my fun.

And it wasn't long before I could feel that he was beginning to come. I could feel the tension in his body, I could feel his need, I could feel how close he was, I could feel....

"I am coming... you should..." he said between groans and he reached down as if to push me away but I wasn't having any of that. I stuck to my post and was rewarded by him losing control and, suddenly, my mouth was full of his seed.

I didn't want to miss a drop so I kept him in my mouth until the last little bit had oozed from him and he was going flaccid. I gave it one last kiss before scooting up the bed for a kiss and cuddle.

"Thank you. Thank you but that was not so clever, young man. How do you know I am clean?" Lars chided me.

"Aren't you? Clean, I mean?"

"Yes, but..."

"Well, there you go then," I said with some satisfaction.

Lars just sighed and pulled me in tighter.

We lay there for a while, just relaxing, and then there was a knock on the door. Lars pulled the sheet over the two of us and shouted "come in!" The door opened and a maid appeared pushing a trolley.

"Breakfast for two, Mr Peterson," she announced.

"Just leave the trolley there, Maria, thank you," Lars replied.

"Certainly," Maria replied as she parked the trolley and left.

"Breakfast for two? When did you order that?" I asked.

"Yesterday."

"I don't remember you doing that," I said with a certain amount of suspicion.

"I did it before we left."

"Before I agreed to come back here. You were very certain of yourself," I laughed. "Was I that easy?"

"No, it wasn't like that. I ordered it just in case. If you hadn't agreed to spend the night then I would be out one breakfast. Seeing as how you did, well, would you like some coffee?"

I got out of bed and, stark naked, went over to the trolley. Apart from coffee there were all the bits and pieces that went together to make a continental breakfast. Whilst I was making my selection Lars came over and stood behind me. I took a strawberry and, holding it in my teeth, turned and offered it to him. Of course, the only way he could take it was by kissing me and we ended up in a clinch which was what I was after all along. I could feel his prick stirring and mine wasn't exactly flaccid.

"You, young man, are the devil in disguise," Lars said. "You tempt me beyond endurance. If I didn't have to give the keynote speech on this year's growth in the North West European sector then you would not be leaving this room today."

"The only growth I'm interested in is happening down south," I replied. To demonstrate my point dropped down onto my knees and took his hardening prick in my mouth. "This is all the breakfast I need."

"And I was taught not to talk with my mouth full," Lars quipped but, noticeably, he didn't pull out so, as he poured himself a coffee, I stayed on my knees, gobbling away as his prick. This went on for a minute or two and then he did pull out.

"Stay there," he ordered.

He went to the bathroom and reappeared wearing one of those courtesy dressing gowns that you get with rooms like that. With me still knelt on the floor her replenished his coffee cup, piled up a plate with cheese and fruit, and went over to sit in one of the armchairs.

"If you insist on having breakfast on your knees then I might as well make myself comfortable," he said as he put the coffee and plate of fruit down on the table next to him. "Now, come here and finish what you started."

He flipped back his gown to show that he was still hard. Without getting off my knees I shuffled over and, now that he was relaxed, I could get on with giving him a blow job. We got into a bizarre competition. Lars was trying to pretend there was nothing unusual and that he was merely eating his breakfast. I, on the other hand, was determined to make him come. OK, so I was far from the most experienced, this was, after all, only the second blow job I had ever given, the first being mere minutes ago, but I was fast learning the things Lars liked and I'm pretty sure he got off on simply having me on my knees before him. He was doing pretty well until I looked up at him and caught his eye. Suddenly he could no longer ignore me and, when I winked at him, he put his coffee cup down and all pretence that he was simply having breakfast was gone. It wasn't long after that that I got my second taste of his seed.

When he had recovered Lars looked down to see me licking my lips.

"Did I say you were the devil in disguise?" he laughed. "Now, get up off your knees, go and put a dressing gown on and have some breakfast."

"Yes, sir!" I said, knocking off a mock salute. However, I did get up and do as he said. He was right, much as I could have stayed there all day, much as all I really wanted to do was play sexy games with him, he had to go to his meeting and I had to go to my training course.

As we got ready I found out that ordering breakfast wasn't the only thing he had done. He had a spare toothbrush and razor ready for me in the bathroom and even some clean boxers and socks.

"You were pretty sure I'd come," I commented as we got dressed.

"Right from the moment you watched me get out of the pool," he replied. "As soon as I saw you I knew I just had to have you."

"I'm not sure how I feel about that. You make me sound like this week's notch on the bedpost."

"Notch in the bedpost?" Lars queried. "I don't know this phrase."

"I mean, now that you've had your evil way with me that you'll cast me aside for your next conquest."

"Maybe it did start out a bit like that but you turned out to be far, far more than just a one night stand. You know that, don't you?"

I looked at him and thought about how it had been about far more than just sex. How we had talked and talked, how much fun we had had together. Was I just another notch in his bedpost? I was pretty sure not but I was going to run with the joke anyway.

"So, how about tonight? Am I now yesterday's news? Is it time for you to find some other poor virgin to seduce and despoil? Oh, woe is me for I have fallen!"

"Stop acting like a character from a romantic novel and come here," Lars said with a laugh. He pulled me towards him and kissed me long and hard. "I haven't finished with you yet, not by a long way."

"Oh, sir, I don't know what you mean," I continued, playing the coquette. My hand slipped down to the front of his trousers where, I was pleased to see, there was a suitable bulge. "Ooh, hard again, I see. Shall I sort you out before we go?"

"Enough! Enough!" Lars cried out. "If I don't leave in the next five minutes I'll be late for my meeting and that would never do. And I'm not having you miss your training. Come along, now!"

We left the room and headed for the lifts. As we went down to the lobby we were the only people in the lift so I took the opportunity to snuggle up to him and stroke his prick through his trousers. By the time we got out at the ground floor he was as hard as rock. Together we walked down to the car park, Lars heading for his BMW, me for my Astra.

"I shall see you at six o'clock at the pool," Lars said as we got to his car. "Now, have a good day."

"See ya' later," I replied and I stood and watched as he got in and drove away.

I spent the whole day dreaming of Lars and not concentrating on CMDB as I should have been. I could still feel where he had been inside me and I wanted so much to feel him there again. Possibly it was because I hadn't actually come that morning but I don't think I had ever felt so horny. Part of me wanted to go and jack off in the bogs but, somehow, that felt like cheating. Anyway, that's not what I was after. What I wanted more than anything else in the world was to feel his prick inside me. I compromised by sending him obscene texts. While the instructor was droning on about synchronising the data in the CMDB with the incident reporting system I was surreptitiously texting Lars, letting him know exactly how much my arse needed his prick up it or exactly how much I wanted to taste his spunk in my mouth.

Of course, this just made it all worse and I was as horny as hell by the time I went down to the pool at around quarter to six. Lars obviously wasn't as impatient as me as he didn't arrive until the dot of six. As soon as I saw him my hormones started raging again. I wanted to kiss and touch every inch of that perfect body and, just as importantly, I wanted every inch of that perfect body to touch me. However, there were people around so I had to behave myself.

Less so, after we had swum our laps. When we got out of the pool and went to get dressed we were all alone in the changing rooms and, when we were in the shower together, I couldn't help but get down on my knees and give his prick a little sucking. Lars nervously chivvied me to my feet but, when I stood up again, he was already hard. Maybe this was why we didn't stay under the showers for long but were soon drying off and getting dressed.

Lars had made a booking for us in a little restaurant the other side of Windsor. I never did find out how he discovered all these places; I guess he he asked one of the people he was meeting with. We went down to the car park and got in his car. I was still in that naughtily sexy mood so, as soon as we pulled off, I turned towards him, reached over and undid his fly.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Playing with my favourite toy," I replied. "I want to see how hard I can get you."

"If you do that I shall crash the car and that won't be very sexy," Lars responded. "It's hard enough to drive over here as it is."

"Don't be so boring," I pouted.

"I'm not being boring. I want to live long enough to make love to you tonight, and not just a grope in a moving car. Anyway, what if we get stopped. We'd end up spending a night in the police cells and that would be just as bad."

I could see his point so I sat up again. I looked about and, over on the right, there was those endless industrial estates you get in Slough. There was plenty of car parking, most of it empty at that time of night.

"Please, Lars, park up over there, just for a minute or two. I promise I'll be a good boy afterwards."