I've never really considered myself a voyeur. At least not more than the next person. But a recent viewing of 'Disturbia' got me to thinking what the movie might have been like if the girl-next-door had been a guy and there had been some gay goings-on to liven things up a bit. My over-fertile imagination didn't have long to wait as this summer I was in charge of a group of college students at their annual convention which culminated in a Scout Jamboree as we call it over here in Britain. Maybe you have them too. All the guys had Dead Poet's Society faces with butter-wouldn't-melt-in-their mouths expressions. I don't know if you're a movie buff like me but I sure like to catch up with those cinema classics on dvd especially the early gay ones like 'Strangers on a Train' and 'Rope.' Judging from most of his movies, Alfred Hitchcock absolutely must have been a closet queen. All you have to do is substitute Grace Kelly or Janet Leigh or Kim Novak for some hefty hunk and you're home and dry. Or maybe home and wet would be nearer the mark.

Anyway there I was bored out of my tree supervising these young studs when I happened on Steven Cove and Matthew Bruce. The first time I saw them they were sitting side by side stretched out in earnest conversation on Matthew's bed. The college coach had broken down and the students had been told to wait in their rooms for 'further instructions.' They were all dressed up in their best bib and tuckers. Tradition had it they had to wear long black socks that reached their knees and thigh length pants to match. Plus short sleeved white shirts with long school ties. They looked more like nuns or novices than hot-blooded students. I had to do a head count and I noticed straight off that Steven had a cute turned up nose and a sensual pout to his mouth. Matthew had chubby cheeks but he wasn't fat. Just sturdy in all the right places. They weren't much younger than me but definitely off limits. Something which always makes young guys more appealing and exciting for me.

Twenty minutes had passed since my first visit to tell them the coach would soon be on its way but the atmosphere in the room had changed considerably. There was what I can only describe as the sultry sound of slithery silence. The kind of sound you get when somebody's hand is slipping under your shirt or down your Calvins. Matthew and Steven were busy 'investigating' each other. There was a horny hiatus in the air. They didn't speak. They acquiesced. Fortunately they didn't hear me come in and I was able to wedge myself between two Victorian pillars in a kind of alcove and watch their reflections in the mirror of the big mahogany wardrobe. They were writhing away in rapacious rapture making mouse-like noises of impure pleasure.

Matthew was sitting astride Steven who was stretched out in the missionary position beneath him. The sturdy stud had undone most of Steven's shirt buttons as well as the top of his shorts. Steven's mouth was open in surprised wonder. He'd obviously never let such a thing happen to him before. I noticed how fleshy and succulent his bottom lip was and I also freaked out over his nipples. I'd never seen nipples so large and brown on a boy so white and skinny and they were getting more and more pronounced as Matthew proceeded to open Steven's shirt as if he was filleting fish. Once he'd achieved his goal he pulled Steven up by his tie and kissed him full on the mouth. The mouse-like noises soon turned to leonine growls and hungry groans and yours truly soon had the biggest boner. It was longer and harder than a Shetland lighthouse.

Meanwhile, Steven was working Matthew's shorts down over his butt which was pink and chubby like his cheeks. It was patently clear that Steven was a virgin but he was learning fast. In fact he was penetrating Matthew's ass with his long artistic fingers. It wasn't hard to imagine him playing the double bass. I wondered just how long and artistic his dick was and couldn't wait to see it. When I finally did it turned out to be as wide as it was long with a huge mushroom head and a foreskin that rivalled his lower lip. I immediately wanted to get my tongue down there or feel his hot succulent sausage slapping my tonsils or banging against my butt.

When I'd first set my eyes on them lying side by side looking so innocent and immaculate it never entered my mind that half an hour later I'd be watching them giving each other head and waiting for their lost innocence to evaporate in the torrid steam they were producing in that pristine room. I'm not ashamed to say I had to open up my fly and slip my hand inside to placate my raging boner. I've never wanted a guy as much as I wanted Steven Cove at that moment.

I beat a hasty retreat and beat myself off in the john, my last erotic vision of him still vibrantly vivid in my head. His full fleshy lip pouting forward to receive Matthew's jizz; his flailing limbs; his long lanky legs wrapped in black socks; his dancing, dangling tie; his gushing geyser of a gorgeous cock as he came in creamy profusion all over his pounding chest; his beautiful ball sac, full and firm like a leather money pouch; the two golden coins that were his nipples. The list was endless. I came like I'd never come before and spread my lust all over the toilet wall.

Ten minutes later I was downstairs in the hall apparently cool, calm and collected and gathering my youthful charges together. There were twenty-five of them but I only had eyes for one. It was still early in the day and the summer sun was high in the sky which was full of fluffy white clouds as big as sailboats. Naturally they reminded me of the creamy cum slipping slowly down Steven's chest and overflowing his navel. I just couldn't get him out of my head. And didn't want to.

The coach took us to a beautiful lake where there were changing tents and everything prepared for a barbecue. The boys were soon out of their clothes and into the water and I wasted no time joining them. My body fairly sizzled when it hit the water. I was still that hot for Steven. He was already in the middle of the lake and out of sight but not, I need hardly say, out of mind. I managed to exhaust myself with an energetic swim and stretched out on the grass to dry. I'm afraid it's no good waiting there with bated breath. Steven did not come and lie down beside me. Still there were quite a few well-hung hunks to admire so my time wasn't exactly wasted. I got into conversation with some of the scoutmasters and later shared a sausage or two with them. There was cricket and other ball games but not the kind I was interested in. Later there were girl guides and dancing and a good time seemed to have been had by all. Except me that is.

That night and the next day I haunted the showers hoping to get a glimpse of Steven naked. No such luck. Autumn came, summer died. And so did my hopes. Until Christmas that is. Christmas Eve to be exact. I was working part time in a department store called Debenham's. I was sales assistant in the men's outfitting department which as you can imagine fitted me to a T. There's nothing like a good inside leg to keep your spirits and your dick up. He came in to buy some shirts and a jacket. He half recognized me and gave me a lukewarm smile and a cursory nod. When I accompanied him to the changing rooms and saw the brand new badge on his blazer I realized he was attending our local university. My spirits - and my dick - immediately rose but I still couldn't see how I was going to get inside his inside leg and into his life as he was only buying a few shirts. I wished him a Merry Christmas and we parted yet again.

The next time I saw him he was slumped over a drink in my local pub, literally crying into his beer and looking definitely the worse for seasonal wear. It was nearly closing time but he didn't seem to be aware of the fact. He didn't seem to be aware of anything actually. He was drunk as a skunk. I tried to revive him and eventually got him to his feet with the help of the barman. Fortunately I only lived round the corner and on the ground floor so I was able to get him back home and lay him out on my bed. I couldn't believe my luck. As I said before earlier in this story I was home and dry - or rather home and wet -as it was pouring down with rain outside and Steven was a slow traveller. It took us absolutely ages to cover a couple of hundred yards. Still I finally got him where I wanted him -- on my bed and in my life. I made him some black coffee but he was three sheets to the wind and I couldn't get him to drink it. It just spilled down his chest. Much to my eyes delight.

His shirt was already semi-transparent with the rain and the dark brown coffee stains exaggerated the contours of his divine nipples. I so wanted to get one under my tongue like the coins used by the ancient Greeks to get them across the river Styx to the Elysian fields. I knew they represented paradise and that's where my tongue wanted to go. Steven was shivering with cold. I struggled to get him out of his wet things and into something dry but he put up too much resistance. However, I did manage to get his shoes and trousers off and wrap him in my biggest bath towel. I rubbed him down briskly and in the process got myself all heated up. He half-opened his eyes and looked at me with a cunning expression on his beautiful face as if he was fully aware of my horny intentions and said severely, "If I let you sleep with me will you promise not to take advantage?" Then he sailed into oblivion again.

While he slept I kept watch over him. The moon was filtering romantically through the window as I gazed at my would-be lover lying so invitingly next to me. I looked lovingly at the smooth outline of his strong shoulder, at the fern of hair that clung to the base of his neck. I nestled up against him, ostensibly to keep him warm, but it seemed absolutely mad to have him here so close to me and not be making love to him over and over. I smoothed the wet forelock of hair off his forehead. Our heads were almost touching on the pillow but I did my best not to crowd him. His juicy lower lip was protruding forward. I wanted so very much to slip my tongue, or my cock, in there but didn't dare. I didn't want to betray the trust he'd put in me to see him through the night. I complimented myself on my wisdom and forbearance and fell into a fitful sleep. I woke up with a start.

Steven was working his stiffening cock against my thigh. His shirt was wide open and his golden nipples were pointing in my face. I first ran my fingers over them and then sucked their sweetness. His reaction really threw me for a loop. He hissed like a whistling kettle about to boil over. His own fingers were searching for my cock. He soon found it and went straight down on it. It was my turn to hiss and whistle. I couldn't believe this was really happening to me. Was I awake or asleep? Was this a one-offer or the beginning of that love affair I'd so longed for? I thought, what the hell, even if he's just using me, this is happiness. It's a fucking miracle. I ran my hand down his back to the deep cleft of his ass. He curved his spine and my middle finger just reached and drew a gasp from him as it touched his tender muscle. I hesitated for a moment.

"Don't worry I want to," he said.

I hesitated no longer, relishing this new intimacy. I kissed the full flesh of his foreskin and imbibed his mushroom head. His hands went through my hair, first softly then tugging at it as my hungry, thirsty lips aroused him. I grabbed hold of his butt to give me more leverage.

"I've never been fucked," he said.

I stroked his pucker with a knuckle. Heard him sigh. I brought my tongue right down the full length of his gorgeous dick. He quivered. I mouthed his money pouch balls. He moaned. I lifted his legs gently into the air so I could get at that highly erotic area between the base of the balls and the edge of the ass. He twitched. I kissed all around his pretty pink pouting asshole. True to form it had a protruding lip just like his mouth and his dick. I decoyed my tongue up and down his raised thigh then came racing back to stab his ass with it. He groaned in ecstasy. I fucked him with his feet over his shoulders. I had to see his face. Read what I was doing to him. Watch his winces and gasps, his violent blush, as I forced my cock in. I saw happy tears slide out of the corners of his eyes. I saw the pleasure start up inside of him as though he didn't expect it. His mouth drooled open but I made it tighten up again with longer steeper thrusts. He was folded in two. Powerless. The breath pushed out of him. He was unable to protest. Not that he seemed to want to.

I fucked him with a punishing passion as if to get even for all those months he'd made me wait. I remembered the sultry sound of silence when I'd walked into that college dormitory and heard muffled moans and groans, sounds that only latent lust can produce. Now I was making my own sounds. Ones like the slick of a cut throat razor when the barber is trying it out on his leather belt.

Steven was wheezing in dizzy delirium and hissing through his teeth. It was below freezing in my one room apartment but the sweat was pouring off me like a boxer as I pumped my cock in his ass. My soaked hair fell forward and stung my eyes as I stung Steven all the way to paradise. As I did so I had a high heady feeling that this was the best moment of my life. I took his engorged cock out of his fist and worked it unyieldingly for him. I saw his money pouch clutch up like a miser who wants to hang on to his treasure. I heard him say 'No, no,' ecstatically then felt him ride relentlessly onto me as he released a long white ribbon of effervescent semen right into my face and into my mouth and into my hair, again and again and again. I was pushed over the edge myself and gave a grievous groan as I felt my own cum sear through me and fill his hot receptive ass. We clung to each other like two wrestlers who didn't want to give up the fight. If we'd clung any longer I swear we would have stuck together. We were so covered in cum.

We were both suddenly shy. Didn't know what to say to each other. I -- for one -- was literally dumbstruck as I didn't want to say anything dumb or banal. Break the magic thread we had weaved between us. I gave him a heavy woollen caftan to wear and went to make some coffee. Presently, he crept up behind me and pressed his already growing hardness into my butt.

"You're unbelievable." I said, which seemed the absolutely apt thing to say in the circumstances.

"And you're the best fuck I'll ever have," he said sincerely.

So that's how it started. It didn't take me long to find a bigger, more comfortable apartment, and it didn't take him long to move in with me. I'm learning a lot from his university books and also attending night school so I can get a diploma and a better job. And we're teaching each other everything either of us will ever need to know in order to have good (and bad) sex together.

Soon, to celebrate our first anniversary, I'm going to invest in a pair of long, black woollen stockings and a dangling tie. Then I'm going to get him into his birthday suit - except for the stockings and tie of course - and fuck the fucking socks off him in front of a full length mirror.

Got the picture? I hope so because that was my intent in writing this story. To get you to share with me the full impact of Steven Cove. If I've succeeded you should be nice and hot and horny by now and ready to spread your lust all over the toilet wall just like I did when I first saw him. So off you go into the marvellous, magical world of Masturbia. I'll be right behind you.