The Ferris Wheel by Joncy

This is my own true story. It really happened. In Bristol, a beautiful University town in England where I was a student and where I met Jeffrey. I was gay of course but came from a small village in Cornwall and hadn't had much experience. This was my first visit to a big town like Bristol and I was feeling very disoriented, like Babe in the city.

I'd seen Jeffrey Ferris many times in a soap opera on TV and had developed a teenage crush on him. Now I read he was appearing on the stage in a play. As it was a Wednesday matinee I was able to get a student's ticket right up front. Naturally, I could see him clearly but it seems he could see me too. There were mostly old ladies in the audience so I suppose he was bored. Anyway, he started flirting with me from the stage. Whenever possible he directed his lines straight to me and when he wasn't directly involved in a scene he looked right at me.

I was only eighteen and nothing quite like that had ever happened to me. Being seduced by a beautiful young actor while he was playing a part in a play. Our play.

During the interval I was handed a message. It said: "Meet me in the Kardomah tearooms after the show."

I kept looking at the note and studying his handwriting. I couldn't believe something so exciting was happening to me. I wondered why he hadn't invited me backstage to his dressing room. I'd always wanted to be an actor but I was much too shy. I seemed destined to be a bank clerk or something anonymous like that.

I sat at a table in a corner of the cafe and waited. Soon I saw him coming. He had a camel hair coat draped over his shoulders and a white silk scarf which contrasted nicely with his black wavy hair. He looked so chic.

"Hello there," he said as he sat down beside me. "Nice of you to come."

I didn't say a word. Just sat there drinking him in.

Till now he'd been an unreachable idol on the TV and here he was sitting next to me. I thought all my Christmases had come at once.

He asked me all the usual things ---- how long I'd been in town, where I lived etc. I answered but didn't add anything as I didn't want to bore him with details of my uneventful life. At last, seeming to despair of a decent conversation with me he stood up and paid the bill. "Let's go." he said.

There was a taxi rank outside and in five minutes we were in his beautiful apartment. He lived on the top floor of a Regency building with huge windows overlooking the Clifton Gorge and Suspension Bridge. Everything was so perfect. I felt like I'd won the lottery. Here I was on my first day in Bristol in a penthouse with the man of my dreams.

But things didn't turn out as I expected. I was looking for romance. He just wanted sex.

"We don't have long," he said. "I have to be back for this evening's performance."

Then he gave me a tongue in mouth kiss and started to undress me. I was too young and naive and had probably seen too many romantic movies so had expected a candlelight supper or at least an aperitif or something. I wasn't quite ready for this. Also I'd left home very early and hadn't washed properly so I felt all hot and sticky.

I asked him if I could have a shower.

"Ok," he said. "We'll do it in the shower. I could do with one myself."

He finished undressing me then led me to the bathroom like a lamb to the slaughter.

"You go first." he said and started the shower for me.

I'd hardly had time to pick up the soap than he was in there getting it on with me. He had a lithe, dancer's body and must have had Indian blood or something because his skin was brown and smooth. I didn't get much chance to look at it as he turned me round to wash my back. Then still in the same position he began to lather the front of me including my dick, which began to stir in his hand and grow much bigger than I ever remember it growing.

"That's encouraging," he said. "I was beginning to worry. Thought you might be a girl."

Then he started to work on my dick with one hand, while he put soap on and up my butt with the other. I began to swoon. I'm sorry but that's the only word for how I felt. Then I was jolted back to my senses by a searing pain which seemed to rent my whole being. Jeffrey's rock hard dick had entered me with a vengeance and at the same time his other hand was bringing me to a climax.

It was all over so quickly. Once again I wanted to swoon. When he removed his dick, he had to hold on to me otherwise I would have collapsed on the floor. It wasn't at all what I'd expected but it was wonderful. I knew deep inside me that he'd used me as boy toy but it had been worth it.

"Don't tell me it's your first time." he said grabbing on to me.

"Yes, I'm afraid it is." I replied giving him an apologetic look.

"Well we must do it again." he said without conviction.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just that I've been so hot for you since I saw you sitting in the middle of all those old ladies. And I tried to be a gentleman and take you out to tea but you didn't seem to have much to say for yourself so I brought you here. I thought you wanted it just as much as me."

"I do now." I said.

"Where are you staying?" he asked.

"Don't know yet." I replied.

He looked at me a little impatiently for a moment as if he'd been hoping to be rid of me soon but his face softened when he saw my expression.

"Well you'd better stay here until I get back." he said.

"Can't have you wandering the street with wobbly legs."

I had to agree he was right. Anyway, I wanted to stay there. I wanted to be there waiting when he came back. I wanted a replay of the whole day. This time I'd do it better.

"I'll bring us back something to eat." he said as he left for the theatre.

"Make yourself at home but don't answer the phone. It might be my boy friend."

And with that he was gone. I made myself at home. At least I put my nose in all the rooms and helped myself to a can of coke. Then I had a long luxurious bath with lots of suds and body lotion and put on his bathrobe. I buried my nose in it and breathed in his smell.

I didn't really know what to do with myself so I lay down on his bed and must have fallen into a deep sleep for the next thing I knew he was back with some Chinese food, a bottle of champagne and some flowers.

"For my anonymous guest." he said. "I don't even know your name."

"It's Joncy," I said. "Short for Jonathan Charles."

"Pleased to meet you Jonathan Charles," he said formally.

"We've already met." I said dryly.

"I missed you," he said kissing me. "Couldn't wait to get back and make up for this afternoon. Have some champagne."

It made me sneeze.

"Better be careful," he laughed. "We don't want you fainting again."

I helped him set the table which included candles and flowers. Life was taking a romantic turn. After dinner, he had a shower and asked if he could have his bathrobe back. I was naked underneath but I took it off anyway.

He sniffed at it and said, "What in hell's name did you put on it? You'll have me smelling like a French whore at a wedding."

I blushed when I remembered all the perfume I'd put into the bathwater. To make matters worse, my dick began to rise. He knelt down in front of me and put it in his mouth as if it was the most natural thing to do. He massaged my ass, pulling me towards him as he did so and forcing my dick deeper down his throat. Then he sucked the living daylights out of me and of course, once again, I thought I was going to swoon. In fact I'm ashamed to say I came in his mouth but he didn't seem to mind.

Later, when we were talking in bed he referred to it as the finest Cornish cream he'd ever savoured. "Where are the strawberries?" I asked him playfully.

He didn't answer but started sucking my nipples. Swoon time again. Afterwards, we lay hand-in-hand looking at the twinkling lights outside and listening to Keith Jarrett's Kohn Concert. I'd never heard anything like it before.

"Want to come visit my house in the country this week-end? I've got some great music there too."

I could hardly believe my ears. This afternoon he was on the point of throwing me out of his life and now he was inviting me to the country.

"What about your boyfriend?" I couldn't help asking.

"He's in the States. He's a producer. Where do you think I get a flat like this?"

He saw the look on my face. "Don't worry. He knows I fool around."

"Is he much older than you?" was my next question.

"Much." he replied "Now stop asking so many questions and roll over."

I obeyed.

He massaged my back and kissed my butt tenderly, inserting his tongue as he did so. I began to groan almost as if in pain but this wasn't pain it was absolute bliss.

Like a demented snake, I slithered happily over his silken sheets as he put his hands between my legs and cradled my balls. I hissed with pleasure and humped my back like a cobra. I could feel a cool stream of spittle entering my shaft. I put my hand behind me to grab his hot dick and guide it home. Soon I felt him enter me with a shudder.

I writhed and hissed some more and drove my steaming butt down onto his cock. This afternoon was far away. Now I was in command. I drew my butt away from him and then back to him. I clenched my buttocks and fucked him before he could fuck me. I felt his dick growing stronger and harder and I knew at any minute he was going to make me pay for my audacity. I knew that he was going to enter my butt like a battering ram besieging a castle gate but that's exactly what I'd been working up to. I relaxed my hold on his dick and raised my ass some more, ready for the onslaught.

Swooning time was over. I wanted a long hard fuck and I wanted to give him something to remember me by. He began his crafty counter-attack by moving his dick slowly in and out of me until he had me half crazy with desire. My butt grew almost as large as the Clifton Gorge in its effort to swallow him. But still he wasn't going to give in without a struggle. He lay with all his weight on top of me and grabbed my nipples and pinched them. At the same time he nibbled my ears and bit them and as I cried out for him to stop, he made his first anal attack.

Had it not been for the weight of his body I would have gone screaming straight to the ceiling. Then still bearing down on me and squeezing my nipples mercilessly he thrust his dick into me with ever increasing force till he had me biting the pillow and tearing the bed sheets with my nails.

Finally he jerked me to a sitting, or rather kneeling, position and began to work on my ass and dick simultaneously until I begged for mercy.

At this point he withdrew his dick, flipped me over on my back, and threw me ass over tip against the wall.

"They call this the Ferris wheel." he said as he sent his rocket shooting up my shaft and made me see every single star in the fucking firmament.

I whimpered and wept and wriggled and writhed and relished his dick until he exploded inside me and sent my head banging against the wall like a tormented tom-tom as he came over and over again. But did I swoon? No way.

Later that night, I snuggled up against his smooth brown body, my dick next to his butt.

"Don't you go getting any bright ideas." he said as we fell asleep.

But during the night I was so hard and his dancer's body so soft and smooth and inviting that I worked my way in there. We both said we were sleeping and didn't remember a thing but somebody must have been lying because it was great.