My parents were killed in a car accident when I was nine and I went to live with my aunt in a huge house overlooking the sea. My uncle had bought it as an investment but it was a drain on their resources and when he died at the early age of fifty-three my aunt was obliged to let out rooms. She ran it as a kind of bed-and-breakfast place for a year or so and then lost interest. So at eighteen I was virtually running the place myself.

I came to love that old house and I also came to love some of the people who lived in it. Of course they were mostly men. I knew I was gay by the time I was twelve but I didn't know how to manifest it until Mostyn came into my life. I'd never heard such a name or seen such a frame before. My aunt told me he was Welsh. She always called him Master Mostyn even though he was four or five years my senior. He was studying to be a lawyer and I hardly ever saw him because he kept himself to himself and rarely came out of his room. Even for meals. My aunt would take him things on a tray. He was very studious looking and wore glasses and formal suits but I used to fantasize about seeing him naked one day. He had what they called a chiselled face with a deep dimple in his chin. He also had broad shoulders and what looked like a great body.

Sometimes I delivered the trays myself. I loved to watch the way his fair curly hair fell over his forehead as he studied and how he tapped a pencil between his beautiful white teeth. But he hardly noticed me. I was very shy and insignificant looking but I knew that there was something inside me fighting to get out. Later I learned it was my sexuality. It first tried to get out of my trousers the day I saw Mostyn under the shower. I crept into his room one day with his tray and heard the sound of water coming from his bathroom. Keeping well out of sight, I gazed at the sheer beauty of him as he soaped his body. Everything seemed to balance and harmonize with everything else. His dick was in perfect proportion with his balls and when he turned round I saw he even had a dimple at the place where the bottom of his back met the top of his butt. I called it Happy Valley. Then of course there were the twin peaks of pectoral muscles capped by what I could only call elegant nipples. In short, he had the kind of body that should never be disgraced by clothes. Even his armpits were a honeycomb of hair to me and some instinct told me that my tongue couldn't wait to go a buzzing on in there.

I'd never seen a man fully naked until that day but I was convinced that nothing could compare with his. In fact I learned "Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day" off by heart in his honour. I was the opposite of studious so this was quite an achievement for me, as I'd always hated Shakespeare. I crept out of the room as quietly as I'd crept in and had a lonely orgasm thinking of him. I was very upset and thought my dick was sick. You see nobody had ever told me about such things. The next day I went to the doctor and he advised me to take a book out from the library. It was Swedish and had lots of self-explanatory illustrations. From that day forth I couldn't stop getting erections. Especially when I saw Mostyn. Fortunately, about this time a Polish pianist came to stay. His bedroom was right next to mine. One night I woke up to find him kneeling beside my bed. I'd been dreaming of Mostyn kissing my penis. Instead I discovered I was fully erect with Jacek going down on me. It was great. Of course it would have been greater to find Mostyn doing it but at least somebody found me interesting. So I put aside my Swedish manual and let Jacek teach me everything I needed to know.

He stayed for five months and became a kind of sleeping dictionary. He was a good lover but didn't really satisfy me because he wasn't what I wanted. And I didn't satisfy him because I wouldn't let him stick his dick in me. I was reserving that area for Mostyn. Other students and lonely bachelors came to stay at various times and I became a willing boy-toy for them too. But only to a certain point. And I made sure that I was always the one to throw them away. And not vice versa. After all I was the one calling the shots. I was the lord of the manor. Literally actually. Mostyn had persuaded my aunt to deed me the house. You see, while I'd been receiving my sexual education, he'd graduated and was now a fully-fledged lawyer. He advised my aunt to pass the house over to me before she died. He explained how much tax would go to the government if she left it to me in her will. That was the first evidence I had that he was watching out for me. I was grateful and embarrassed at the same time. I sorely hoped he wasn't aware of my nocturnal activities although our bedrooms were separated by two floors.

Several years went by. Mostyn had left to take up practice in a lawyer's office in another town and my aunt had passed away. I was now twenty-three. Everybody was telling me to sell the house and buy something smaller. I needed legal advice. Naturally I called Mostyn. He advised me to borrow some money and convert the house into flats. He promised to handle everything. He called in a structural engineer to give me a detailed assessment of what needed to be done. I was presented with plans and costs within a few days. The plans were good and seemed affordable. Even so Mostyn said I could reduce costs if I did some of the work myself. He even offered to help me. He said he needed the exercise after 'sitting on his butt studying all these years.' He spoke to the engineer and reduced the estimate by twenty-five percent. I was very grateful and very happy. At last I was going to spend some time with him.

We got some casual labourers in to do the heavy work but we stripped and plastered walls and later did a lot of the painting. Mostyn took time off work and we also worked at weekends. I was over the moon. I was in property development and I was also developing my relationship with Mostyn who I hoped one day would also be my 'property.' Of course we were always getting in a terrible mess. Either covered in paint or plaster. And constantly taking showers. But always separately. When they eventually turned off the water supply we had to use the water pump. Fortunately it was high summer and we were able to hose each other down in the garden. This meant I got to see him semi naked a lot of the time. I also didn't need to use much imagination to see the rest of him as his wet shorts clung to him and became transparent and his butt dimple seemed to be smiling at me through the fabric.

When we were no longer able to sleep in the house we hired a caravan. By now we were becoming bosom buddies. And he seemed to be getting as horny for me as I already was for him. One evening we came back exhausted from our day's work. He went straight into the narrow shower booth. After a while he shouted to me and asked me to help him get some of the paint off his back. I opened the shower curtain and was faced with that gorgeous butt of his. I still remembered every contour. My dick immediately became as hard as the curtain rod itself. I could have died with embarrassment. Fortunately, he had his back to me. I must have looked very strange with my butt stuck out behind me trying to soap his back without letting my erect dick touch his body.

He said, "Why don't you move in a little closer so you can get some benefit from the shower. Remember we're on a strict budget. No point in wasting hot water." I moved in and instantly sealed my fate. He jiggled and juggled his ass cheeks so that my dick fitted neatly between them and hugged me to him. He'd known I was hard all the time.

"Now do the front," he said. I did. I passed my trembling hands over those perfect pecs. "That feels good. Try a little lower. I've really messed myself up down there." And he had too. Pre-cum was seeping out of his dick and he was as hard, if not harder, than me. "What took you so long?" he said. "Never could work out why I was way down at the bottom of your list!"

I couldn't believe my ears. My heart missed a beat. I turned him round and kissed him hungrily. The water mingled with my tears. I loved him so. My wildest, wettest dreams were coming true. "I thought you didn't like me." I said. "I thought you were straight. I didn't want to offend you." And I clung to him in happy despair. He ground his dick cruelly into mine. "Well you sure as hell did offend me," he said rubbing me off with his avenging dick. "You screwed half the male population in that house and ignored me." I was horrified. "I didn't know what I was doing." I stuttered. "I was young and stupid. I guess I wanted to make you jealous. I'll never ignore you again. I promise." He didn't say anything. I didn't know if he was really angry or just teasing me. I soon found out. He spun me round and crushed me against the wall. I was wedged between his hot dick and the cold tiles.

"I'm going to fuck the ass off you." he growled in my ear. "I'm going to fuck you till your balls burst and you bawl for mercy. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget every guy you ever had before me." I was excited and scared at the same time. This was what I'd always wanted but I wasn't sure I was quite ready for it. Still I didn't think it was the right moment to tell him I was a virgin in that department. I decided to take my punishment stoically. He lathered up his dick and he lathered up my butt and started to enter me, convinced I would open up like a clam does when it hits hot water. But this clam remained true to form and stayed firmly shut. Neither my Swedish sex manual nor my Polish pianist was here to help me out this time and I didn't really know what was expected of me. His dick was so hot and hard. I knew it was going to hurt like hell. It never entered my mind that I might enjoy it. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and prepared myself for the worst.

"Stop playing hard to get." he said cruelly. "You're tighter than a fish's ass and that's watertight. Anybody would think you'd never had a dick up there!" He sounded so irritated and angry with me that I began to cry. My wildest dream was becoming a nightmare. "I haven't." I said. "I was saving myself for you."

My dick began to wilt and my hopes went with it. Then his whole attitude changed. He stopped trying to penetrate me and kissed me tenderly on my neck. Nobody had ever kissed me there before. It felt wonderful. Then he turned me round and kissed me on the lips. That felt even more wonderful. Finally I relaxed and wondered where he was going to kiss me next. Once again, I soon found out. He kissed me absolutely everywhere. Even in places I never imagined a guy would kiss another guy. Then he led me by the hand out of the shower and wrapped a towel round me and dried me. He lay me on the bed as if I was some kind of garment he'd always longed to possess and stretched out beside me. He buried his face in my lap. I began to grow hard again and he moved his lips up and down over my dick and nibbled it through the towel.

Then he slowly unwrapped his desired parcel and licked what had now become a sticky lollipop between my legs. I oozed pre-cum down his dimpled chin. He let a combination of cool spittle and my hot love juice dribble down my testicles and, using my dick as a lever, made his way towards my tightly closed clamshell. He worked his way in there with his probing tongue and I opened like a rose thirsty for dew. He lifted my legs high in the air and slithered on in. First with his tongue, then with his fingers and finally with his dick which he had covered in some kind of dream cream. I opened wide, said "Yes, yes..." in the most wanton way you could imagine and hell became heaven as I felt him possess me.

I was no longer rigid with fear but writhing with desire. Overjoyed to find I needed no instructions from a book or a person. My body knew exactly what to do. I sucked him in like quicksand. An exhilarating shock went through me as he hit my love button and I shuddered to a climax. I roared like a tidal wave hitting the shore and was at once awash with his jizz. It was the most glorious sensation I had ever felt.

We lay wrapped round each other for what seemed ages. Finally he said, "Thanks for waiting." I couldn't think of anything more original to say so I said, "you're welcome." And he really was. My ass had greeted him like a long lost love who has finally come home. Which he had.

Later I looked at my glowing face in the mirror. I hardly recognized myself. I was brimming with vitality. The shy caterpillar had turned into a handsome butterfly. During that long horny afternoon I had sexually blossomed. I looked and felt like a million dollars. And I knew immediately why this transformation had never taken place before. I'd been saving myself for Mostyn.