The Advenures of Urlen Ch. 10

"No" I said, "but from what I've seen of Lomi it's not asking a lot of him to cum two or three times. He seems to cum very easily."

Anton laughed. "Yes, he does" he said, "I can never get him to delay it."

We both looked at each other. We were sitting in armchairs, sipping our whisky and the same thought was in both our minds. Anton spoke first, but it could easily have been me. "Would you be prepared to lie down with me?" he asked simply, "I would like that very much."

"So would I" I replied, and we stood up together, both of us with bulges beginning to show.

I led the way upstairs to my bedroom and we stood on either side of my bed, peeling off our clothes. Anton folded his neatly, whereas I threw mine onto the chair next to the bed. I waited to see if he would take off his underpants, but he kept them on, so I did the same. We got onto the bed together and he started to caress me, starting with my hair and then on to my nipples and slowly, oh so slowly, down to the elastic of my pants. He slid his fingers under the elastic tantalizingly close to my rigid cock; then skirting it, caressed the inside of my thigh. I don't think my dick had ever been so stiff in my life. Eventually he said "Lets both take down our pants" and we wriggled them off and threw them onto the floor. Now at last he placed his hand on my throbbing cock, drew my foreskin gently back and massaged the tip with my free-flowing pre-cum. At the same time I looked down into his groin and saw what a wonderful dick he had. Not as long as mine but (as Lomi had said) much thicker. It was uncut and the foreskin looked fairly tight on his broad knob. I put my hand on it and copied what he had done to me by very gently pulling the foreskin down, revealing a red-rose glans of ample dimensions, broader and stubbier than mine. His balls were bigger than Lomi's, and though he lacked Lomi's supple attractiveness, his was a heavyweight sexual apparatus. I was dying to see how it would cum.

Meanwhile he was gently rubbing me and I could feel my balls tightening and the inevitable orgasm beginning to gather. "Don't cum just yet" he said, and he gently squeezed my knob where the foreskin slotted into place behind the rim. This stopped the gathering orgasm and allowed me to concentrate on what I was doing to him.

With his foreskin clipped back (like my own) under the rim of his glans he looked as if he was circumcised. The skin on his shaft was not loose like mine and his shaft was shorter. Nevertheless it was very, very thick and rigid. He murmured in my ear "Do me as I do you" and he started to stroke me with short, slow movements, gradually speeding up as the intensity in my balls returned with the promise of a colossal orgasm. I could feel my dick swelling and contracting, swelling and contracting - and getting bigger and stiffer with each contraction. And his dick in my hand felt just the same.

"Cum for me now, Urlen" he said in my ear "And I'll cum too."

As my spunk gathered for the explosion, I felt his dick pulsate in my hand. We came off together. Because my eyes were closed I didn't see him spurt, but when I opened them there were little pools of sperm on his belly and his fingers, like mine, were wet with it.

"Wonderful" he said, opening his eyes, "That's just how it should be."

I could only nod and agree. The feel of his thick dick in my fist had been a rare privilege, and now it was lying soft, moist and limp in the midst of his matted pubic hair.

He turned now, took me into his strong arms and embraced me. Then he rolled over, retrieved his pants from the floor and started to dress. I continued to lie on the bed, sorry that it was over. But we both knew Lomi would be returning soon and we didn't want him to find us upstairs, so it was better for him to leave now.

When he was ready to go we agreed that we would not to tell Lomi about our meeting and I asked him if he would like to come again. "I would like to very much" he said, "But tomorrow I have to have dinner with a business associate. Will the day after tomorrow suit? I think Lomi will be with Ingrid then because it's the evening before his first heat."

"Fine," I said. "Come at about 7.30 and bring a bottle."

"Of course" he said, smiling, "And remember to keep some of yourself for me."

And with that he opened the door and left. I watched him walk quickly down the street away from my house with mixed feelings. I was like Lomi, really : the same age, and revelling in the new found freedom of my parents being away, having the house to myself and nothing to stop me doing what I liked. A fortnight would bring my parents back, and another six weeks would see me start my last year at University where I had friends who would never suspect that I had had sex with two men in one day. I had had quite a few sexual encounters with others, men and women, and I didn't feel that it was wrong to enjoy myself in this way, though I confess that the various sexual relationships within the entourage surrounding Lomi and the way he must be reacting to three different people had me baffled. I thought I could cope with two, but three ….? However it was all very exciting and I found that I was looking forward to the next encounter only about four hours after the last!

The next day, which was the day before Lomi's first heat, the local papers really went to town on his story. They had done an interview with him, Anton and Ingrid the day before. Under the banner headline "JOY FOR JUNGLE BOY LOMI" and with a photo of him and Ingrid hand-in-hand, they told the story I had learned on his first day with me. And how much better I knew him now! As a swimmer he had been previously unknown but now he was becoming the star attraction of the pool. There was a picture of him, crouched on the starting block in his skull cap and goggles, ready to dive, and the various times (varying by no more than a few tenths of a second) which he had achieved in practice were used to suggest that he could be a medal contender. A sub-headline stated "Could it be GOLD for Lomi?"

Meanwhile, despite my daily morning encounters with him, which meant more to me then than I can easily express, I had to start thinking about my second meeting with Anton. I decided that I would buy chinese takeaway food, a bottle of sherry to start with, and an apple pie with cream from the local baker.

The meal went well, partly because Anton hadn't tasted sherry for years, but mainly because there was a kind of suppressed excitement about it. We both knew where we were heading and were enjoying the anticipation. We talked about the jungle culture of Lomi's island and I came to appreciate better than I had before how much sleeping in a bed with sheets and a pillow must mean to him compared with his rough dwelling at home; how convenient it was to have electric lights, cookers and televisions; and how exciting to have cars and motorbikes to get around on. I could see only too easily why Lomi was content to marry Ingrid and thereby place his foot on the ladder of social and economic advancement.

It also gave me an opportunity to ask him some questions that I was curious about. I started by asking him what coaches advised their athletes to do about sexual activity before a competition. He thought for a moment and then said that in his opinion most coaches refrained from saying anything at all. "If you say 'Don't do it' too forcefully to a guy, it may have the effect of making him want to do it all the more; and then, if he does, he may feel guilty about it and that will affect his performance more than the sexual energy lost by having an orgasm."

"But does it cost an athlete energy to have sex?" I asked.

"It depends on the athlete. Everyone's different. Some of them think it does - in which case it probably does so. Others pooh-pooh the idea - in which case it may have no effect. Lomi's like that. I don't think it affects him at all. And anyway, to be fair to him, whilst it might affect a swimmer who needs stamina, say for the 200 metres, his event, one length of the pool, is a sprint requiring speed, not stamina."

The wine, following the sherry, was warming us up and I had no inhibitions in asking him whether he had had sex with lots of young men like Lomi.

"Lots?" he said, questioningly. "No, not lots. But you know, the PNG lads out there don't have any hang-ups about sex with another man and they do see their way to riches by tagging onto white people from the West, so I've had lots of opportunities - and ..(smiling) .. I haven't turned all of them down. Some of them have a nick-name for me in their own language : they call me Mr Thick". He laughed.

"And are they all like Lomi? " I asked. "I mean, are they usually about his size?"

"Yes, more or less. PNG dicks tend to be smaller - from the little experience I have of European dicks - than ours. They would think of yours as being exceptionally long. Unless they're muslims they're usually uncut - and they do tend to cum very quickly, once they get going."

"What about pre-cum?" I enquired. "I get it, Lomi gets it, but you don't."

"Ah, that's different with all the guys I've had anything to do with," he said. "People just are different. I've noticed that Papua New Guineans tend to get it more than us Europeans, but that might just be my limited experience. I don't really know the answer. I do know it's nice to get it and I often wish I did."

"And why does Lomi ooze when you and I both spurt when we cum?"

Anton had to think about this one. Finally he said "What you see on the outside of a man's sexual apparatus is only the outside. The penis can be big, thick, slender or small and the balls can hang large and low or be quite small, but it's what you can't see going on inside that determines how the sperm comes out. I don't really know the answer. Many people think the sperm collects in the balls and is ejaculated from there through the end of the penis, but in fact the seminal fluid is collected in a little sac at the base of the penis. The sperm cells, originating in the balls, enter this sac through a narrow passage called the vas deferens and join with the seminal fluid. That's the clear stuff that comes out with people who get pre-cum. When the sac containing the mixed fluid and sperm is emptied at ejaculation (that's what gives us the lovely tightening sensation at orgasm) it passes through the prostate gland and then through the tube in the middle of our dicks. It's a bit like blowing through a narrow pipe. If you blow hard into a narrow pipe you build up pressure inside it. If it's a wide pipe and you blow gently, there's only a little pressure. So, if the tube inside your dick is narrow and the sac contracts strongly, then you'll get a good spurt. If it's wide and the sac, which you can't see but also varies in size from person to person, contracts more softly, then you'll get an ooze. I don't think it makes any difference to the pleasure a man gets when he cums."

This gave me a lot to think about so I said it was time to eat the apple pie I had bought. Because it was a rectangular one, a spirit of mischievous made me cut the first piece into a thick slice, about six inches long, which I offered to Anton, plus a thinner one of eight inches which I gave to myself. Then, to underline the symbolism, I took the cream jug and placed a blob of double cream at the end of each. Anton smiled, leaned forwards, took the knife and cut two smaller, slenderer pieces of about five inches. He placed one by his own six-incher and gave me the other. Then he said "And which one to do you prefer?"

I thought for a moment and then selected the 8-incher, saying "You'll both be gone soon and this is the one I'll have left." He laughed, we ate our pastry dicks, had some more and then I offered him coffee and whisky, both of which he declined, saying we had had enough alcohol and there were better things to do. First, though, we judged it best to clear the dishes, so he washed and I dried and put away. We did this rather hurriedly! Then, by common consent and without saying anything we made our way to my bedroom. This time, when we undressed, we took everything off and there was not an ounce of shyness as we stood facing each other, our stiff dicks standing proudly, dying for attention. Unfortunately I was so excited, both with the discussion that we had had at table and the satisfaction of at last lying on the bed with him and putting my fist round his fat dick, that I just could not prevent myself from climaxing almost immediately. "I'm sorry" I said, feeling ashamed, "I just couldn't help it ."

"It 's OK" he said "It sometimes happens like that when you're very excited and have been waiting for it. Don't worry."

He could see that I was a bit upset with myself so he said "Look, when I cum it'll be for you as well as for me - watch!" and he pulled back his foreskin and wrapped his fist low down on the thickest part of his dick. He held it lower than I did and I was able to see the beautiful shape of his broad knob all the time as he gently started to stroke his shaft. Gradually he speeded up, then stopped for a few moments; then started gently again, speeding up and stopping again. My eyes were glued to what he was doing. This was the first time I had ever watched a mature man masturbate and it fascinated me. Then, after the third pause, he said "I'll cum this time – here we go!" Gradually he speeded up his stroking until his hand was a blur. "I'm close" he groaned, his breathing short and shallow, then "Here it is …" and my eyes were rewarded with the spectacular sight of his sperm erupting in five or six jets onto his belly. When he had stopped stroking I dipped my fingers in one of the pools of juice and gently rubbed his glans with it. "Aaah …. Aaah " he gasped, poised between intense pleasure and a kind of pain. Then, to stop me doing it any further, he rolled over onto his side and hugged me fiercely, trapping my hand between our two bodies and preventing it from further movement.

We lay like that, glued to each other with our mingled juices, for about five minutes, and I was on the edge of sleep, feeling satisfied and not wanting any more, when he said that it was time to move. So we went to the bathroom together, sponged each other down and returned to the bedroom to dress. When he was ready to depart and my hand was poised to open the front door, he gave me a hug, kissed me quickly and said "Thanks, Urlen, you're great."

"You're great too, Anton" I said, sad to see him go. "I'll see you tomorrow at the baths for the heats."

"Yep" he said - and he was off, striding vigorously down the short path from my door to the street and then vanishing in the direction of his hotel, about a mile and a half away.

Lomi came back at about ten o'clock in a taxi with Ingrid, who kissed him goodnight but stayed in the taxi. He greeted me in his usual, friendly way and went straight upstairs and to the bathroom before going to his bedroom. He looked tired. The next morning, the day of the first two heats, I took his tea in as usual but felt it best not to follow our usual ritual. If he was surprised he didn't show it; and maybe he was glad (like me) to have some respite from sexual activity. He came second in both heats (one in the morning and one in the evening) and advanced to the semi-final round of the competition to be held the following evening..

The next morning, however, we repeated the ritual with all our old feelings of harmony and speed - and he came second again, so I guess his morning orgasm did him no harm. The gap between the first four in both semi-finals was so infinitesimal that we all knew anything could happen in the final.

And so the day of the final dawned - and with it Lomi's last day in my house. As usual I took him a cup of sweet black tea into his bedroom, but this time I found him still asleep, his hair and head a dark pool against the white pillow. As I drew open the curtains he woke, stretched and - as I turned towards him - instead of giving me his usual bow of the head, he smiled and opened his arms wide in an invitation for me to come to him. There was a feeling of farewell in the way he did this; and I realized that he, too, knew that this was the last time for us. We had formed a close bond together in the last ten days and these were now almost at an end. After the final at 7.30 pm he was to spend the night at Ingrid's hotel and the next day he was leaving for Norway. How could I resist his invitation! I sat by him on the bed and we put our arms round each other and stayed like that for a minute or two. Even before I knew it my free hand was feeling its way slowly down his chest, over his midriff and onto the bulge that was quickly growing under the sheet.

I had previously thought that if he was to perform well in the final we should abstain from sex on the last morning, so instead of turning the sheet back I said "Don't you think you should remain whole today if you're to swim well in the final?"

He didn't understand, so I rephrased it. "Wouldn't it be a mistake to cum now if you need all your energy for the final tonight?"

He laughed and dismissed the idea by firmly taking my hand, placing it over the sheet covering his groin and saying it was a long time to 7.30. He said it never seemed to tire him. And the excitement and urgency of feeling his erection soon took over and it was not long before I was loving the loose feel of his foreskin and the slipperiness of his pre-cum on his knob. He came first, with that creamy ooze of sperm which had become such a familiar and delightful sight for me. I know he admired the way my spunk spurted but I was sure that his orgasms were just as intense, if less spectacular. I was not long behind and we clasped our bodies together, all sticky/slippery with each other's juice. Parting was painful for both of us.

That evening I used the free ticket I had received to attend the several finals that were taking place that evening at the swimming pool. Anton was there, looking tense, and Ingrid was queening it from a nearby seat. When Lomi appeared for the final, he looked so relaxed that I wondered whether his priorities had ever been the swimming, or whether exploring western culture and sex had been top of his list. He received a great cheer when his name was announced, standing up and bowing to the spectators on all sides of the pool. I was extraordinarily nervous for him but he seemed unconcerned, even when one of the competitors fell into the water before the hooter and the race had to be restarted.

The race itself was over in a flash and flurry of flailing arms and legs. Lomi made his usual smooth start, parting the water as he dived in with scarcely a splash, and the eight swimmers, with just one length of the pool to cover, all seemed to finish at almost the same time. I was unable to tell who had won and was hoarse from shouting for him. When, after a short delay, he was adjudged have come fifth by just 0.2 of a second, I was disappointed. On the other hand he didn't seem to mind at all. He bowed to Ingrid, he bowed to me and he went over to talk with Anton in his usual relaxed, friendly manner. I wondered whether he might not have been micro seconds faster if he had not had so many orgasms in the past week, and especially the last one - the one we had shared in the morning.

On his last morning in England, I went down to the railway station to see them on their way to the ferry they were catching to Bergen. Lomi bowed his head over his hands in his customary greeting but his usually happy and expressive eyes were full of sadness. Anton grasped my hand, thanking me for having looked after Lomi and there was not a glimmer of expression to suggest that anything else had passed between us - just a nod and the faintest extra squeeze of his hand as he withdrew his from mine. Ingrid gave me a perfunctory peck on the cheek, spotting a station porter as she did so and shouting to him to take their baggage to the train. It was Lomi who continued to look at me from the corridor window as the train departed; and it was the memory of his dusky face that I carried back with me to my house. It seemed so large and empty without him that I busied myself with washing first his sheets and then replacing those on my bed with his cleaned ones. Later that evening, after I had had a quiet supper on my own I compensated for my loneliness by going over in my head all the exciting events that had happened in the last few days, imagining the two inches of sperm that had oozed from his dick, thinking about what Anton had told me about this - and making the necessary hand movements to ensure that I enjoyed it to the full.