Date: Mon, 9 May 2011 12:01:23 +0200 From: Sebastian Bramah <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Nick's Hair, A pornographic tale by Sebastian Bramah - Part 2 - SATURDAY Nick's Hair. A pornographic tale by Sebastian Bramah. - #2 - SATURDAY. - MM, MFM, job, anal, ws, con, bi. This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between adults (mostly consensual). The author states his right to be acknowledged as the sole author of this work. It may be copied and freely distributed as long it is kept in its original form, not altered nor edited in any way and giving due credit to the author. The author may be contacted at email@example.com ú Stretch, bleach-stained, blue-jeans. ú White, tight, polo-shirt. ú Gray braces. ú Purple Martens. ú Hair up in a 6" high, 1" wide, bright red crest, yellow tips. Sides buzz-cut. ú Black eye-liner on the lower lid. Ready for another Saturday afternoon/night shift at the caff. I only do one night a week and it's starting to piss me off... Fucks with my sleep cycle! Kept looking out the glass shop-front at the passers-by. Saturday afternoons can be quiet. Cute guy got my attention. - Hot!... WOOF!! - I shouted/barked in the empty caf‚. A bit too loud and forgetting I had the door open to let some fresh air in. Shit! He'd heard me. Turned and stared in at me with an expression dangerously resembling anger. He walked off after a full minute. - God that was horny.- I said to the coffee machine. It didn't answer... About 10 minutes later the hot, angry, gorgeous guy walked past again, straight past, without a second glance. - Shame, would have loved to fuck his face in the loo. - Still no answer from the double- pump, shiny, chrome, expresso machine. - I'll stop talking to you if you're going to just sit there looking pretty and building up a head of steam. - Still no answer, so I decided to give the steam wand a polish... closest thing to a hand job you can give a coffee machine... The usual suspects started rolling in at about 6:30 PM. Jaume was the first to arrive, we gave each other our usual kiss on the forehead. 22. Boyish good looks. My current flat mate. We've lived together for 2 years, ever since he dropped out of Uni, when his parents told him they wouldn't bankroll his lifestyle, if he wasn't going to do something useful with his life, and unceremoniously threw him out. Straight. 100% straight. And very sure of it... To the point of changing clothes and showering in front of, or even with, me sometimes. Never seen him hard, though I've often fantasized about him, and I've heard him wanking and fucking in his room... Making older women moan and groan with pleasure. Instant hard-on for me. He works in a 24-hour gym in the weight room and doing Personal Training sessions. I guess he earns a decent living. Always on time, always up to date with the rent, always a smile on his face. Ordered his usual glass full of cold, skimmed, milk, emptying a sachet of God-knows-what kind powder into it, giving it a stir and chugging it. - That crap will rot your liver you know. - I told him. - Keep young and beautiful. - He sang. - You wanna be famous, you gadda suffer. - I retorted in pure Fame! style. He giggled. I love this kid. I pinched his cheek. He started rattling on about an old fart at the gym that he'd seen wanking in the sauna last night. Said the guy had been training with his 17-year-old grandson and then went into the Spa area alone, buck naked (the spa is Co-Ed and swimsuits are mandatory). - Told the guy to be careful not to get cum on the glass door or it would bake on like in an oven. Nearly pissed himself when he saw me. - Get you a screwdriver J? - I offered. - Nah, wine later with the kids. Gimme a Puh-Erh tea for now. - One Red Tea comming up. Alex was next. I'm never sure what to make of him. Met on GDR, hooked up to give me head and swallowe my piss & cum a couple of times. Never let me touch him. Liked to lick my boots and sneakers. He knew Jaume from the gym, awquard moment at first, but then he relaxed and we formed a small, tight, fun group. Caught him going through my dirty laundry bin once, sniffing my gym socks. He freaked when I saw him. I just grinned. Gave him a box for Christmas with socks I'd worn for a week at the gym, heavily sweated and pre-cum stained black CK underwear and two sample jars, one filled with a week's-worth of cum and one full of piss, all neatly wrapped up with a bow. He posted me a card, by snail-mail, with four words: "Thx 4 the TREASURES". He walked in with his current girlfriend. A Lady-Gaga-esque white blond with small breasts and shiny clothes, heavy red lipstick and turquoise eyeshadow; "cute but stupid" came to mind. We only tolerated her because of Alex, only really seen her once. He didn't take her out much. - I want a white wine spritzer with a wedge of lime. - Proclaimed Gaga as she walked in, avoiding any kind of salutation. I kissed Alex on one cheek and blew a kiss to Gaga. She didn't look amused. Fuck her! I guess you could say Alex was spindly... tall, thin, tight clothes, Creative hair. He says straight. I say fucked-up... Must corner him and talk to him about that sometime. Alex ordered rum 'n' cola, a Club Sandwich and a Salmon salad. Gaga demanded a plate of chopped tomatoes with black pepper and lime juice. J asked me for a chicken salad with olive oil & lemon dressing. Karl dropped his 1,80 frame heavily into a chair. Ocean-blue eyes looking droopy and sad. He sighed as though the world were coming to an end. - I am going to become a Lesbian. - He said icily. - And what'd you do with a woman? You've never even seen a clam... Only time you penetrated a pussy was when you were born. - I commented, getting giggles from the clan. - All of the men are shit! And he went on to tell us all about his latest encounter with love and lust. - They just want to fuck me because I am beautiful. - He moaned. - Lucky you... No pleasing some people! - Alex said. - They do not want to know that I am loving art and buildings and music and moving- pictures. - He griped on. - Why can man not see I have more than a body of muscles and hairs and a big Schwanz! Karl, a stunning 39-year-old classically-trained pianist-cum-lawyer-cum-psychology major, in the body of a Greek god. Practically retired on a huge trust fund his great-grandmother left him in her will, he occasionally worked lost cause cases, wrote for an LGBT-Rights magazine giving legal and human advice and generally lived life to the fullest, travelled and took the most amazing photographs. He wanted love. Someone to share his fortune and life with. In the past 6 months he'd had a string of roller-coaster love affairs with all kinds of men, each more peculiar than the last. Each more disastrous. He wanted a Margarita, Nachos, a Roast Beef Sandwich and a Judas beer. OK, so Karl wanted to binge and get smashed tonight by the look of things. He's kind of like our older sister, but in a nice way. He helped J out when his 'rents kicked him out... paid for his Personal Trainer course at one of the best sports training academies in Spain & put him up in a 5-star hotel for the length of the 4 week intensive. He's a real dear. We'd love to find someone special for him. Gaga-Girl surprised us all by suddenly spreading her legs wide in front of Karl, revealing her cunt, she licked her fingers and spread her outer lips wide. - Karl, this is a pussy. Some have more hair, but I like mine to be clean. - She bent over and took his hand, licking his index finger. - Here... put it inside... I want you to feel a pussy properly. Cool! I now have a whole new respect for this woman. Karl looked over at Alex, who just smiled in his usual, lopsided, pot-headed way. - Go for it dude! - Cheered-on Alex. - Um. It is. Sticky. - Karl, slightly disgusted. - Probably Alex's man-cream.- Conspired Gaga. - Gross! - Exclaimed J. - What do I feel like? Inside? - Soft. Like the clean back passage of a professional bottom boy. It is nice. But not tight like an anus. - I could make you cum just by moving my pussy muscles. - And I can make you cum just by licking your clit. - Chimed Alex, darting between her legs and licking her erect protrusion. - Hmmm... If I were wearing a longer skirt I'd get on top of you and fuck you here on the sofa. - She got up. Taking Karl's finger, licking it lasciviously and beckoned for Alex to follow her. She went into the bathroom. Alex followed. I cooked. After about 5 minutes Alex's head popped out the door. I peered round the door and saw he was naked. Not an ounce of fat on him... Bastard! My cock twitched. - She wants you to eat her out and lick my cock and balls while I fuck her. - I got hard. He'd put his finger on one of the only fantasies I've had for years but have never found anyone to play it out with. I served the kids' food, bringing a bottle of cold white wine to the table, with 6 glasses, just in case. - I'm just going to the toilet. - Sure you are bro... I gave J a cold stare. He looked at the ceiling and pretended to whistle. I clapped him around the back of the neck. When I opened the door Alex was sitting on the throne, naked. Silvia was also naked, sitting on his cock, facing the same direction as he was, rubbing her clit and pinching her right nipple as Alex bit down hard on the nape of her neck. I got on my knees in front of the john and started licking Alex's balls, taking one and then both into my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue. I pulled away and let one and then the other out of my mouth with a pop. "Uuunggs" and "aaahhs" from Alex. She raised up a bit to expose most of Alex's shaft. Sticky. Salty. Pre-cum slick. I licked his hot shaft and darted around her lips and then did a long run from the base of his balls, all the way up to her clit, giving it a sound, sucking, tongue dance. Silvia quivered. Alex shuddered. I got up and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her juices mingled with his pre-cum. I leaned round and nibbled her ear. I reached round and grabbed Alex's hair, bringing his mouth to mine to kiss him, forcing my tongue into his mouth. I drew away from Alex's hungry mouth and whispered in Silvia's ear. She looked at me inquisitively for a second and then a twinkle of realization lit in her eye. She started grinning. She immediately drew off Alex's cock and turned round, making him suck her unpierced left nipple. I got down again and started giving Alex head. Not a huge dick, but with a big helmet. Seconds later came a small stream of piss, cascading from Silvia onto Alex's chest, running down past his cock, getting his balls wet, into the toilet. I drew away and started wanking him hard. - Oh man! I'm cumming. - Groaned Alex as three heavy bolts of cum shot from his cock onto Silvia's naked butt. She reached round and scooped it up, bringing it to her mouth as she plugged Alex's face into her crotch, rubbing urgently against his two-day stubble. Her hips were bucking. She was panting. I licked my thumb and stuck it up her arse. She clenched, shook and moaned that she was cumming. - I'll let you kids get cleaned up. - What about you? - Alex asked in a timid voice, looking at my strech-jeans that perfectly outlined my throbbing cock. - I. Must. Work. So, I went into the kitchen to wash my hands and re-arrange myself. - Seven minutes, forty two seconds. Not bad. - Said a grinning J. - Bet you got hard imagining what we were doing. - Yep... Look! - Groping at the tent in his sweat-pants. Karl went red and looked away. He'd always had a thing for Jaume. They stayed 'til about 12. We chatted, we drank wine, we enjoyed each-other fully. Talking about language, art, the world, lots of sex, men, women, cats, the sea, books... Customers drifted in and out, having coffee, cakes, a couple of Mojitos. Some would look over at the group, a little surprised when we would suddenly guffaw at something one of us said, or when we started talking openly and explicitly about what most people call dirty sex. Anyway, Karl lingered on after the rest had gone off to The Club, which sounds all grandiose, but is in fact a tiny, alternative, shot-bar smack bang in the middle of the posh "going out" area of town. We chatted about this and that for a while. - Have you been to wash your finger? - He went bright red and looked at his finger. He sniffed it and then sucked it all the way in. Not what I was expecting. - Did Alex and Silvia cum? - I gave them a bit of help... pushed the envelope, so to speak. - You wrote a letter? - Confused. Sometimes I forget that Karl's English is not perfect. - It's an expression. It means to stretch the limits. He nodded thoughtfully. - Do you think I could push the envelope to Jaume? - He'd had a bit too much wine, mixed with the beer and the Margarita... - Honestly? No. - I could see his train of thought driving into a brick wall. - Honey. - I stroked his hair. - You've got to just live your life. If someone has to turn up, they will. If not, you've got all of us to be happy with. And plenty of gorgeous men at your feet to get fucked by. - But I want now a man to make me be happy. - He mumbled. - Hold that thought. I went to the kitchen and brought out a double helping of chocolate cake, smothered with strawberry jam, warmed it up in the microwave for a minute and made a mocca cappuccino with extra cocoa and sugar. - Chocolate. - Winking. - Thanks Nick. You do make me happy. But I want a man to be with me always. We'd had a short fling 5 years ago. Lots of fantastic sex. Then he started getting intense and taking me out to posh restaurants. I slammed on the brakes when he tried to take me to his home-town near Berlin for lunch one day. I bent down to kiss his cheek, but he moved and forced his tongue into my mouth. Grabbing the back of my neck so I couldn't get away. I kissed him back with passion. He pulled away suddenly. - Do you long for me? - You know I do, you are a hot, kind, beautiful, tender and loving man. You have known that for six years. - Yes? - But I can't keep up with your lifestyle and we have very different tastes in most things. - Money is not important. A lot of things we like the same. - It would make me feel very uncomfortable if you paid for everything, and I can't afford to travel to Japan for lunch and then cocktails in Moscow. We've had this conversation before hon... You know I have feelings for you and you make me really horny, but I can't picture myself being a kept man. Karl looked at the wall, his eyes going glassy. Tears welling up. - Shit! Every time everything goes around money.. - He said with sudden rage. He got up a bit too fast, knocking over the chair he'd been sitting on. He took out a wodge of euro notes from his pocket, threw 200 note onto the table and stormed out, leaving his phone and his house-keys on the table. Seconds later I heard the whining roar of his BMW S1000 RR sports bike. He throttled off into the night. - Shit!