More Than Mates
Jimmy Boom Semtex
In the tough northern town of Renford, two men were more
than friends; they were Kev and Brian. For fifteen months they had been gay
lovers who had fun and enjoyed erotic sweaty moments. They looked after one
another and their relationship was more precious than gold. Kev was a builder
by trade, helping to refurbish local buildings, and Brian a baker, in the only
bakery in town. While Kev was six foot three inches tall, with the body of an
athletic man, Brian was the opposite; five foot six with a big beer belly and a
lazy disposition. Kev joked it was too many cakes from the bakery. Brian swore
he never touched cakes after seeing what actually made them.
Kev had piercing blue eyes that never missed anything,
especially other nice attractive men he and Brian could have secret raunchy sex
with. His mind easily focused and planned, from work related matters to what to
do in bed with Brian, including sex involving fire extinguishers and liquid
concrete.
Tattoos of tribal design covered his arms and shoulders,
wavy designs that made one’s eyes dizzy if you attempted to work out what led
where. Kev was a regular at several local tattoo studios in Renford. Dressing
in black leather, PVC, denim and tight t-shirts gave Kev confidence and
acceptance. Being able to handle himself and take no shit from anyone added to
his charisma. A few skirmishes with local gangsters had made him some enemies
but brought respect. He was able to fight or talk in a crisis and was at the
top of his game if it came to trouble. Kev loved drinking wine and cocktails.
Brian had his own style. He wore shiny silver shades no
matter what the weather, even in work when he was moving bags of flour and
mixing cakes. He was a big sweaty guy with a cool demeanor, unlike Kev who was
a firebrand ready for trouble. Kev liked to drink strong beer straight from the
barrel, this put weight on him but he didn’t care. His clothes were two sizes
too big and included faded blue jeans, t-shirts of old Gay Pride festivals,
which were worth a fortune, and old skool white shirts, worn open.
Brian complimented Kev, making an ideal couple. Three cock
piercings and twenty in his right ear showed his gayness to others. His only
tattoo was Kev’s name on his lower back, his tramp stamp. He liked to use
household implements in bed and came up with many zany ideas, bringing hours of
pleasure and unbelievable fun. Vacuum cleaners were high on the pleasure list.
Tonight, both men were getting ready to go to the main
alternative sex club in town. This was the Left Nipple, a venue outfitted with
huge beds able to accommodate twenty-four people in sprawled out fucking
luxury, complete with gigantic stuffed pillows, luxurious eiderdowns and silk
sheets. An expensive Jacuzzi able to hold ten people or nearly twenty at a
squeeze, for wet and wild fun, was next door. Sex couches in the living room
area let people make love and be watched by voyeurs. Safe sex was a must, with
condoms provided free of charge, conveniently placed in carved quartz dishes all
over the club in an example of luxury and common sense. A
fetish/dominatrix/sado masochistic torture/fantasy play area was located in the
basement/dungeon area, out of sight and mind of the more conservative
customers/clientele.
A good time was offered and all tastes were catered for
from light/experimental to full on sexual bondage, verging on torture, with
equipment provided, or bring your own after the club experts checked it out.
Dress style in the dungeon was little or nothing but leather/PVC/studded fetish
clothing for image and functionality looked good.
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