‘OK. We’re going to play spin the bottle. I’ll take the first spin. Whoever it points at has to take one of those slips. Some of them are questions, some of them are challenges. You just have to do whatever the paper says. If you refuse, or if you get a challenge and fail it, then you have to pay a forfeit.’
It sounds straightforward enough. Reuben’s spin leaves the bottle pointing at Craig. We quickly learn the sort of question Reuben has in mind for us all to answer when Craig finds himself having to tell us how he lost his virginity. There’s no hesitation, no flush of embarrassment at having to reveal something so personal. Instead, Craig launches into the story of how, on the night of his 18th birthday, he was seduced by one of his mother’s friends, who came to deliver him a present. He smiles at the memory. ‘It was only when Helen followed me into my bedroom and undid her coat so I could see that all she had on underneath it was her stockings and suspenders that I twigged what kind of present it was.’
Craig describes the incident in vivid detail, remembering how it felt to be smothered in Helen’s warm tit-flesh as she pressed her nipple into his sucking mouth and how she straddled his groin, sinking down on his straining cock till he was buried to the root in her wet, clutching pussy hole. I look round the room. It’s hard to tell for sure in the soft firelight, but Jeff seems to be shifting his position, as though his chinos are suddenly too tight for him, and I could swear a couple of the other lads have got prominent bulges in their pants.
When Craig finally finishes his tale, he gives the bottle a spin. The next victim is one of Jeff’s City mates, Alan. He unfurls the paper and reads aloud, ‘Have you ever sucked another man’s cock?’
It seems like an outrageous question from where I’m sitting, but Alan just snorts and replies, ‘Come on, who hasn’t?’
Speak for yourself, I think, but he’s already admitting how it happened. ‘In my first year at halls, I shared a room with a lad called Darryl. Nice lad, on the university football team, parents from Antigua originally, if I remember. One night, we both had too much to drink and I ended up telling him I’d never really seen a black cock before and, you know, was it true they’re all massive? I thought I’d offended him, but he just laughed and invited me to take a look. Well …’ Reuben has opened another bottle of wine by now, and Alan encourages him to top up his glass. ‘… A look turned into a feel, turned into a taste ... He wasn’t any bigger than me, to be honest, so that one bites the dust, but I’ll never forget how he felt in my mouth. Hot and vital. And the taste of his spunk, slipping down my throat ...’
A soft groan from somewhere to my right tells me at least one person here finds the story more of a turn-on than Craig’s account of his seduction by a horny cougar.
Alan swallows another mouthful of Burgundy. ‘I only ever tried it the once, but I’ll never regret it.’
He stares thoughtfully at the empty tequila bottle, as though about to add something else, then changes his mind and spins it. It’s a half-hearted effort, wobbling a couple of times before coming to rest with its snout pointing directly at me.
‘Chris, dig in, mate!’ Reuben invites me, pushing the burnished copper ice bucket at me. I snatch up one of the slips, and take a breath before reading it.
All it says is “Beach Challenge”, which leaves me baffled.
‘Ah, the Beach Challenge.’ Reuben smiles evilly. ‘Are you a runner, Chris?’
‘Well, I go jogging after work a couple of times a week,’ I admit.
‘You’ll be fine then,’ he assures me. ‘The beach is round the back of the house – don’t look so surprised, all the big houses here have their own private stretch of beach. Anyway, all you have to do is run along it and get back up the cliff path before the people who’ll be chasing you catch you. If you don’t, then you have to pay a forfeit.’
‘Is that all?’ I murmur weakly. Suddenly, having to confess to some past sexual adventure doesn’t seem half so bad any more.
‘Well, the good news is you get a couple of minutes’ head start, and I’ll be kind when I choose the lads who’ll be chasing you. The bad news is you have to run the course wearing nothing but a towel. Oh, and your trainers, of course. I wouldn’t want you to twist your ankle on the pebbles.’
‘You’re joking,’ I say, but it’s obvious he’s not. There’s a little cloakroom just across the hallway, and I’m sent in there to change. I have to bring all my clothes out with me so everyone can see I haven’t cheated by keeping my underwear on.
Emerging a couple of minutes later with a towel knotted securely round my waist, I feel incredibly foolish. I can’t help feeling this isn’t the first time Reuben and some of the others have played this particular game.
Reuben has chosen Alan and Jeff to chase me. Alan strikes me as the least athletic of all of them, and I hope Jeff will go easy on me because we’re friends. It makes having to hand Reuben my clothes, black briefs prominent on the top of the pile, just a little easier.
The four of us make our way out to the back garden and down the steps to the beach. Everyone else decides to stay where they are and make further inroads into Reuben’s father’s wine cellar. From the looks on a couple of faces, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if they start up a game of their own in our absence. A game which involves wanking – either themselves or each other. They’ve all been at boarding school, after all. They’ve probably been playing with their cocks in front of each other since they first realised what they were for.
The June evening is surprisingly warm, and suddenly what’s about to happen doesn’t seem so bad. I’m fit, I can run pretty fast when I want to and, most importantly of all, I’m damned if I’m going to pay any kind of forfeit.
‘OK, Chris,’ Reuben says. ‘You’ve got two minutes, then Alan and Jeff are after you. Ready ... Go!’
I can see the cliffs at the far end of the beach, and know I’ll be as good as halfway across by the time the others set off. I’m going to make it, and I keep thinking that up to the point where that hand grabs my leg and brings me down hard.
Winded by the fall, I keep my head down for a moment as I recover. When I finally scramble on to my hands and knees and look up, wanting to know which of the two of them caught me, I can’t believe what I see. Alan and Jeff are only just jogging up to this stretch of beach, Alan looking painfully red in his bespectacled face. Instead, it’s Reuben who felled me.
‘You!’ I exclaim. ‘But how …?’
His expression is smug. ‘You might have had a two-minute start over those two, but I set off at the same time as you did. And unlike you, I know this beach like the back of my hand.’
I should have known. There was no way Reuben was going to let me win this challenge. Here I was, thinking I’d been accepted by him, and all the time he was planning this.
‘Get up,’ he says, and I rise slowly to my feet. Before I can react, Reuben reaches for the knot of my towel and yanks it off me. Suddenly, I’m standing stark naked but for my trainers in front of three blokes, two of whom I’ve never met before tonight. Instinctively, I cup my hands over my crown jewels, but Reuben’s having none of that and orders me to put my hands on my head.
Now, I feel as though I’m on display, and that thought causes something utterly unexpected to happen. My cock begins to rise, twitching and thickening as the others take in the sight of my firm arse and chest with its light sprinkling of blond hair. Alan can’t seem to stop looking at my swelling erection. I’ve always known I’m rather bigger than average, but his eyes are bugging out of his head as he registers my true dimensions.
Reuben is twisting the towel between his hands, forming it into a thin rope, and I wonder whether he’s intending to whip me with it. Isn’t that what public schoolboys have always done for fun, lash each other with wet towels? And why is the thought of it causing a dark, hot stream of desire to course through my veins?
He seems to have other ideas, though. Turning to the other two, he tells them to go back to the house and run a cold bath i
n the first-floor bathroom, then find as much ice as they can in the kitchen and dump it in the bath. So he’s going to use the towel to bind my wrists, then drag me up the cliff and throw me into the bath. Maybe the size of my cock intimidates him, and he’s going to try to cut it down to size. When it’s all shrivelled up by the ice, he’ll invite the others in to laugh at me and …
Fuck, even the thought of being humiliated in that way is turning me on. What am I turning into? I watch Alan and Jeff pick their way through the pebbles and on to the smooth stretch of sand that leads up to the cliff path. Knowing what’s coming next, I put my arms out in front of myself, hands clasped, inviting Reuben to fasten them together.
He looks at me for a long moment, then relaxes visibly. ‘Thank Christ for that. I thought I’d never get rid of them.’
‘Just what’s going on here?’ I ask. ‘If you’re going to tie me up and throw me in that ice bath, let’s just get it over with, shall we?’
He laughs so hard at that I think he’s in danger of pulling a stomach muscle. ‘Throw you in the bath? Is that what you think’s going to happen?’ He must be able to read the anguish in my expression, because he says, ‘Look, that was only an excuse to get those two out of here.’
Now I’m totally confused. And still hard. My cock continues to strain upwards even as Reuben wraps his fist round it.
‘Don’t you realise, Chris, I’ve wanted you since the moment you got in my car? I just had to find some way of getting you on your own.’
‘So you bring me down to the beach, make me run a mile and then strip me bare ...’ I want to object further, but I can’t. Reuben’s grip has changed to a soft back-and-forth motion, slowly wanking me. And though I’ve always thought I never had any interest in men, I’m starting to realise I was wrong. This feels so good. Unlike most of the girls I’ve been with, who never squeeze my cock quite hard enough out of some misplaced fear they might break it, Reuben is applying just the right amount of pressure. When his thumb strums insistently over the spot just below the head, my breath catches in my throat. That’s when he knows he’s got me hooked.
‘Feels great, doesn’t it, Chris?’ he murmurs. ‘But it’ll feel even better when my mouth takes over.’
God, he can’t be talking about sucking me off, can he? My mind flashes back to Alan’s tale of giving his room-mate a blowjob, his loving description of how it felt to swallow cock. But what was it like for the guy on the receiving end?
I get my answer as Reuben goes down on his knees before me, heedless of the little waves breaking around my trainer-clad feet. At first, he nuzzles his nose into my bushy curls, breathing in my musk, before his tongue snakes out to trace the wrinkled contours of my balls.
That’s the moment the moon chooses to come out from behind the clouds, bathing us both in its glacial white light. I don’t know what makes me glance up towards the cliff top, but when I do I’m almost sure I can see two figures silhouetted against the sky. The thought Jeff and Alan might be up there, watching as Reuben lovingly licks my balls, is almost too exciting for me to bear. Seems that below my seemingly vanilla exterior, there lurks a shameless exhibitionist who gets off on being played with for the benefit of a watching audience, and I’m more than happy for Reuben to exploit this new-found knowledge.
At last, he stops teasing me and I feel his hot lips engulf the head of my cock. My knees almost buckle and I fight to stay steady on the shingle. Reuben can’t swallow too much of my length, but he does his best, my helmet butting hard against the roof of his mouth in my excitement. As this is all so new to me, I let him set his own pace, even though I’m struck with the urge to really fuck his mouth.
His fingers are slick with my pre-come and his saliva where they dribble over his hand, and suddenly one of those fingers is pressing at the entrance to my arse. While I’m no stranger to getting my cock sucked, no one has ever tried to penetrate me, and I tense against the intrusion.
‘Relax,’ Reuben says, letting my cock drop from between his lips. His dark eyes are soft and wet as he looks up at me, inviting my trust. He’ll stop if I demand it, I know that, but as his finger seeks entry again, I go with my instincts and unclench my muscles. That wet finger gradually pushing into me is opening me up to a whole new dark realm of pleasure – not just physically, but mentally, too. As his mouth keeps sucking and his finger keeps probing, I find myself wondering what it would be like to take something larger back there.
Reuben must realise what I’m thinking, because he stops sucking me and growls, ‘I’m going to have your arse now.’
The moon has disappeared again, and I can no longer tell whether there’s anyone up on the cliff, watching. I’m sure they’re still there, waiting for the climax of the performance. The moment when Reuben’s cock plugs my virgin arse.
He strips out of jeans that are wet from where he’s been kneeling in the surf. He’s not wearing anything beneath them, and his dick rises up as though celebrating being free in the night air. It’s shorter than mine, with a slim, tapered head. Not the monster I’d been simultaneously hoping and fearing to see, though I still can’t help wondering how it’s all going to fit inside me. Not bothering to remove his rugby shirt, he unfurls my discarded towel and spreads it on a smooth patch of sand.
‘On all fours,’ he orders me, gesturing to the towel. I respond more strongly when he starts taking control, and I hurry to obey, feeling the sand yield slightly beneath the pressure of my palms and kneecaps.
At first, Reuben does nothing. I don’t look up, but I’m sure he’s taking the time to study the way I look, rump raised and inviting. Then I hear him spit, and feel something trickling down the crack of my arse. It’s the filthiest thing anyone has ever done to me, and my cock twitches of its own volition.
Reuben comes close behind me, and I feel him plant a soft kiss on each of my cheeks. ‘Gorgeous – and all mine,’ he says, then something hot and hard is nudging at my arsehole. As he instructed me before, I do my best to relax, feeling certain there’s no way something that big is going to be able to enter me. Then the muscle yields and he’s inside. There’s a sharp sting as he pushes deeper, but I fight against the discomfort and gradually something sweeter and more welcome replaces it.
Again, I let Reuben move at his own pace, his lean, semi-clad body covering mine as he begins to move. Slowly at first, letting me get used to the way his rigid cock fills me so wonderfully, then harder and more forcefully till his balls are really slapping against my arse with every stroke. As he fucks me, he reaches round and grabs my hard-on. I think I’ll lose my load the moment his fingers touch me, but somehow I hold back.
Everything that is happening is so novel, so amazing that even with all my willpower it takes just a few more ruthless thrusts, a few more strokes of those clever fingers and my spunk is spilling out. Creamy drops spatter over the soft white towelling beneath me. My arse clutches tight around Reuben’s shaft as my pleasure crests, triggering his own explosion deep in my bowels.
We roll over on the sand, spent and sweating. I push his damp, dark hair out of his eyes and our lips meet in a long, glorious kiss. After the ferocity of our fucking, these slow, tender embraces are all the more satisfying.
Reuben only stops caressing me when he sees me doing my best to stifle a yawn. I’m succumbing to a combination of good wine and even better sex, and desperately ready for my bed.
‘OK, I suppose that’s enough for one night,’ he says. ‘Let’s get some sleep and in the morning you can show me just how well you suck cock.’
That’ll be another new experience for me, but as we walk off the beach with our arms round each other I have no qualms about trying it. It doesn’t matter what challenge Reuben sets me from now on; I know I’m going to be more than capable of rising to it.
A Birthday Present
by Ruth Ramsden
The smell is the first thing you notice: The soft, slightly sweet smell of incense bruising the air, hinting at spice and wood and other hidden oi
ls. But there is something else more exciting, more familiar – a ribbon of cold astringency running through the air in the warmth beyond the entrance and you strain your eyes through the gloom to try and see. This is what you wanted and I am waiting for you.
I have lit only candles and they make vivid pools in the darkness beyond the door. I don’t want you to be familiar with the room, with the things I’ve done. I don’t want you to see everything here. Just now, I don’t want you to see anything at all. As you step towards the threshold I tell you to stop. You try to look around.
‘Stay where you are.’ I say firmly, ‘Close your eyes.’ Your shoulders tense and you look down, closing your eyes, doing as you are told. You will have to trust me. You are already feeling nervous and a little afraid.
I can see the tumble of dark curls around your forehead and the fan of eyelashes on your cheek. You can sense me as I come to you and your breathing becomes shallower. I like the way your head is bowed and your arms are loose by your sides. You jump slightly as I touch your back, which is satisfying but I need you to be a little calmer than that. I spread my fingers out, running them down your spine, pushing the nails inwards. You can feel them dig into the skin through your clothing and you steady yourself against them. Good. I stretch out my hand on your shoulders, enjoying the feel of the taut muscles swelling into your neck, the stillness of your torso.
You can feel my warm breath on your face now. You swallow. You want to look. I push my hand up into your hair, spoiling nature, holding it tightly, taking pleasure in your intake of breath. You feel how it pulls and you frown against the pain.
Then I force your face down into the thing I hold in my other hand. There is a sudden small panic of brief suffocation and, as you breathe in, the nature of that other familiar scent becomes clear. Latex. That slightly chocolate pungency, a bitter, natural aromatic – and your body reacts. It reacts the way it has always done to the smell and the cold, smooth, thick, resilient skin. You can feel your cock swell and harden.
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