The Low Road Read Free

hard; pressing against the straw, I was now in a certain amount of discomfort, which I could only alleviate by pushing my backside further into the air. This freed my cock, which sprang up against my belly, making a slapping noise as it did so.
    Alexander took this as a sign of encouragement, I suspect, and
grabbed a buttock in each hand, kneading them roughly. New as I was to this kind of experience, I realised that a boundary had been crossed; we could no longer pretend that he was simply cleaning me up after a riding accident. Something altogether different was going on. Alexander stopped his mauling and stood bare chested, sweating slightly, rubbing a bulge in his coarse wool trousers, staring down at me with a dazed look in his eyes. I had no idea what to do, under the circumstances; half of me wanted to get up, laugh and wrestle him to the ground, to turn it all into a game. But I stayed where I was. I knew that there was further to go. My penis was throbbing so hard now that it was beating a tattoo against my stomach. Still looking at Alexander, I pushed it back between my legs so he could see that I was as hard as I could get.
    â€˜My God, Charlie, you’re a big boy now,’ said Alexander. I knew that my cock had grown considerably in the last few years; having nothing to compare it with, I thought little of it. So I just smiled over my shoulder and waved my hard cock around, slapping it against each thigh as I did so. My own solitary experiments in front of the mirror during fencing ‘lessons’ had taught me what happened if I played with my cock for long enough; now, however, I felt a new intensity as I displayed myself for Alexander’s appreciative stare.
    The feelings, in fact, were so powerful that I went into a kind of reverie, closing my eyes and resting my head on my left forearm, with the other hand continuing my exhibition. The smell of straw, the warmth of the sunshine that had just penetrated the stable’s high ceiling and was belting down on to me, Alexander’s heavy breathing and occasional muttered words, sent me into a dream.
    I was awakened very suddenly by a new and totally unexpected sensation - something hot, wet and firm had made contact with my exposed arsehole. My body jerked as if a bolt of lightning had passed through it, and I whipped my head round to see Alexander’s
face disappearing between my parted buttocks. His tongue pressed and probed against my hole, now licking, now pushing, as his great hands pulled my cheeks farther apart. I could feel his stubble, as rough as the straw, as his chin butted against my balls. I let out one great, noisy sigh as Alexander burrowed into my arse like a starving man, coating me with his spit and rubbing his face into me. My arsehole, to which I had never paid the remotest attention before, seemed to be melting or burning, I didn’t know which. Alexander pulled back only to renew his assault, this time pushing his firm tongue right into the centre of my arse, which yielded slightly and allowed half an inch of him inside me. I yelped - ‘Oh my God!’—but that only encouraged him. Squirming up in my hole, he reached round with one hand and found my right nipple, pinching and pulling on it gently.
    I was so overwhelmed by this barrage of new sensations that I had no real idea of what was happening to me, only that I was approaching something at breakneck speed. When Alexander rubbed his hand down my sweating stomach, through my wiry, golden pubic hair, and finally grasped my cock, my head stopped spinning and I had a moment of total clarity in which I seemed to see in sharp focus for the first time exactly what was happening to me. Then all hell broke loose. His tongue working up inside me, his hand gripping and rubbing my hard, swollen shaft - everything seemed to happen at once. My back arched up; I cried out and emptied myself in burst after burst. Alexander disengaged himself from my bum and watched me.