A Little Bit of Fun

“A Little Bit of Fun"

PART TWO

A Male-on-Male Erotic Fantasy

By

Chris M Richards

©Richards 2024. All Rights Reserved.

This story is for mature adults only. Content contains sexual descriptions and details. All characters depicted within are 18+, and similarities between persons living or dead are purely coincidental. It is also illegal to share this work with those under 18 and to copy or distribute it in part or full without prior permission from CM Richards Ltd.

PART TWO.

I never thought I would ever see Pat again, so to protect my feelings, as I thought I had just lost a good mate over a simple hand job. I wanted to forget and tried not to remember that night (it made me sad to do so and no longer made me aroused), though it was hard to do, over the time I nearly erased all sexual thought about him. Memories of Pat before that night would never leave my head, they were too important to me. I returned from Sydney at the beginning of summer with another man in mind. I had a hot, steamy love affair with a guy from collage named T.R.I.P (you can read about this in my stories TRIPPING, PART 1 AND TWO on my Vocal Media profile).

I was actually thinking about T.R.I.P. when there was a knock at my parents’ front door. It was nearly 9 P.M. Late, though not an unusual time to visit during summer. The Sun had just set, and the temperatures had started to lower slightly, allowing people to get out and take a walk, water their gardens, etc.

My mother opened the door while I continued to stare into space, thinking of T.R.I.P. and weather I was truly in love with him, and if so, how was our relationship going to work long distance? My heart skipped a beat when I heard Pats familiar Scottish accent and nearly knock my mother out of the way to get to him. I hugged him and sighed with great relief and happiness. I had my friend back.

I did not want to talk in front of my Mum and Dad, so I offered Pat a cigarette and we made our way out into the backyard and sat on a bench. The garden plants gave us privacy and the moon provided enough light for us to be able to see each other well. How quickly the day can turn from a dull existence to something special!

He sat back and put his arms behind his head, with his legs stretched out. He looked so good. His green eyes sparkled out of the darkness as they caught the bright moonlight. his smile was wide, I could see his pack threw his white T shirt. he had also rolled it’s sleeves up so he could show off his new tattoo he had gotten on the top of his arm. His brown hair was thick and jelled into a quiff. He wore a grin that I had never seen before. It was a seductive look, sexy, a look I thought should be shared between lovers, not friends. I smiled back as we both lit up a smoke and began talking. It was not long before we stared to talk about sex, I was impressed. Pat even brought up the hand job that he had given me at Bobbies wrestling party.

“Playing with your cock is not the only gay thing I have done.” He was straightforward and honest. A quality I admire.

“Really?” I was surprised by his admission.

“Really.” Pat confirmed. “I met this guy while you were back at collage. I took a trip up to Townsville and hit it off with him. Before I new it we were swimming out on the reef together. We walked out along the sandbanks until we found a private place to swim.” He began to explain.

“What was he like?” I enquired as I began to picture Pat and his mate walking across the sand. I imagined them shirtless, perhaps laughing and fooling around as they made their way out to the shallows of The Great Dividing Reef of Australia.

“He was hot! Blond Hair, great Tan, lots of mussels. His shoulders were broad, and his thighs were spectacular. He is one of the fittest guys that I have ever had the pleasure of seeing naked. He was a lifeguard and new the local beaches better than most. I have to confess this. When I am naked in water, with someone else or even by myself, my dick gets hard. It’s a response that I have no control over. Of course, he suggested that we go skinny dipping, I wanted to so I could get a good look at his cock, but I did not want him to see my erection. I don’t have the biggest dick in the world, even so, it was hard to hide it from him once we dived into a small lagoon.” Pat took a long, deep drag off his smoke. I could not hide my smile.

“So, what happened next?” I really wanted to know. I was getting turned on and felt my dick begin to stir inside my shorts. I wished we had been home alone. I would have offered to jerk him off while he continued to tell me about his dalliance in the tropics.

“He submerged himself under the water and swam straight up to me, he took my dick in his hand and began playing with me. His cock was a bit like yours, fat, long, and uncut. As he stood, we kissed. Because of the water, it was not possible for me to suck his cock, I wanted to as I had never done that before, so we wanked each other off for what felt like an age, before getting out of the water so we could lay on our towels. That is when I suck cock for the first time!” He smiled as he flicked the butt of his cigarette from his fingers, sending it spinning into the darkness. “Fuck it feels good to tell someone else!” His smile grew.

“What happened next?” My dick was now fully hard. I wanted to give him a second chance to suck a cock!

“I don’t think I did a very good job; I am hopelessly inexperienced when it come to having sex with guys and giving head. I must say sucking cock comes quiet naturally. I just need to learn how to swallow cum and not chock on it! I just have not had many opportunities to try it out.” He admitted as we both giggled. I could teach you a thing or two I thought to myself.

“I have to say your honesty is quiet refreshing, most fellas would not admit to such things.” I gave him a smile and hoped he saw the understanding I had for him in my blue eyes.

“I know you are good at keeping secrets. I appreciate you not telling Bobbie and his mates what went down that night after the wrestling party.” Pat lit up another smoke. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was getting excited.

And he was! He leant back further and grabbed his dick through his jeans to highlight the fact that he also had a hardon. “I’d love it if you could teach me more about gay sexy. Seriously I want to try everything. Want to give me a hand?” He smiled, though his expression was a little bit more serious now.

“I can give you more than just a hand!” We both laughed again at my dreadful use of puns. “So when will you be free?” I asked a little too quickly, but I was indeed desperate to see to Pat’s homosexual education as soon as possible.

“Tomorrow?” He asked.

“Tomorrow” I confirmed.