Bollock Naked With Dan

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BOLLOCK NAKED WITH DAN By Nigel

He wasn't overweight, no not at all, at the very most a case of some puppy fat forgetting to depart at the end of adolescence. Nothing to worry about but I do know it worried Dan. We were only glancing acquaintances but I was aware of some of his efforts to shed those few pounds of desperately unwanted flesh.

Dan is a bank clerk, standing each day behind the counter in Nat West's Stokemartin branch. Stokemartin is a small market town and part of my daily routine. I too work for the bank but in a rather different role, one more relaxed than Dan's occupation and one where I do not have to face the public as they deposit their savings or try to cash cheques beyond their overdraft limit. Each day I drive between braches of Nat West Bank up and down the region delivering internal mail and boxes of stationary, promotional material and any other junk head office think appropriate. The Stokemartin branch is the last call on my route and I always get there after it has closed its doors to customers so giving time for a chat at the end of the day.

That was how I got to know Dan and how I came to learn that he was so worried about his weight.

"Going to jog three miles tonight," he would say.

Or....

"Playing squash after work."

Often commenting on the diet.....

"Haven't eaten potatoes for a week now."

Then...

"I'm thinking to drink spirits and give up the beer."

"Don't know what you are worrying about Dan," I would counter.

"Easy for you mate, you've got nothing to be concerned over."

And so the daily conversations would progress. Nothing I could say during those brief visits made any difference and I was becoming a little tired of Dan's only topic of conversation. It got that I did my best to make my visits to Stokemartin as brief as possible. Then came the day when I had no fewer than sixteen heavy boxes to drop off. When I say heavy I mean heavy !

these weighed a ton.

Dan offered to help me bring the boxes inside and I was grateful for is assistance. As he bent over to pick the first box out of the van his trousers tightened across his backside showing the line curving round the edge of each cheek where his underpants lay. Hell, it looked good and as we went in and out moving the boxes inside the bank I made sure I was always behind Dan so I could check out the repeated sight.

I think I have made it clear that Dan was not overweight and as we worked together that afternoon it occurred to me just how good looking he actually was. Not a twink or a pretty boy, neither a hunk or stud but all in all rather a looker.

I used to think that fate always played its cards close to its chest, waiting until it is ready to lay one trump after another onto the table and confound all players. As far as Dan was concerned the first had been a low card, perhaps a two or a three, as he offered to help me unload the van. Next came a much higher card, say and eight or even a nine, as I repeatedly enjoyed the sight of Dan's bum against his trousers. The game was coming to an end as we walked back to the van for the final two boxes when fate turned over a jack.

"I went for a sauna last night," Dan said. "Bloody amazing, bollock naked and I sweat off pounds."

Dan naked ? I looked at him and tried to picture the idea. In my hands I held the queen. Turning it over I said, "You know what you need Dan ? You need a personal trainer."

It was now Dan's turn to play and he had a king. "Good idea, do you know anyone who could take me on ?"

Ace of trumps, I had the ace of trumps. I looked at the highest card in the pack, the one that would beat all others. Playing that card I said, "I'll do it."

Dan beamed. "Do you mean that ?"

All I had to do now was to pick up my winning. "Of course and we'll start tonight."

Dan didn't actually live in Stokemartin but a few miles away in a place called Lower Drayton, fortunately this was in the direction of my own home but nonetheless I still lived thirty miles away. I would have to drive back, return the van and come back down later in my own car.

"We\can just draw up a schedule tonight, a training plan" I said, "then start properly tomorrow."

"Sounds good."

"Do you know a good pub we can sit and have a drink in?"

"Is the Pop a Catholic ?" Dan sniggered. He looked strangely contended or perhaps happy. Anyway I was delirious as my plan was outworking.

The training element of my plan would centre round just one thing, to get Dan naked and for me to be naked with him. I was twenty-four at the time and I guessed Dan to be nineteen, perhaps a year or eighteen months older. In truth I probably wasn't the best qualified to set myself up as a personal trainer but I would be able to get by in the role. Until quite recently I had played football and been good at all-round sports. I could swim and I could handle most things requiring physical strength and co-ordination. I would certainly handle and co-ordinate Dan !

All this talk of Dan being overweight or unfit was utter nonsense. As I continued to contemplate the thought of his naked body I was filled with wave after wave of excitement, but I would have to control myself, I would have to be patient. That evening would only be a preliminary meeting, nothing more. Not even an hors d'oeuve or starter before the main course but perhaps a slight smell of cooking wafting from the kitchen, a hint of something wonderfully delicious to be enjoyed when the time came.

All the way back home after my last drop in Stokemartin I had a raging stiffy between my legs. No force of self-will could control it and no matter what train of thoughts I forced through my mind I was unable to think for long about anything other than Dan, and Dan bollock naked.

In the shower I wanked myself silly but the effect was only temporary. As I drove back down to the South of the county and our meeting there were significant further rumblings between my legs. Dan had suggested the pub we would meet at where we could map out the fitness plan. I knew precisely in which direction that campaign would be heading.

"Do you jog," I asked, "perhaps we should start with some jogging." I remembered Dan talking in his many ramblings about running three miles but I really did not care, this was all a guise.

"I've used the running machine at the gym."

"Better outside," I suggested, "jog round the roads, more of an all body thing than legs on a moving machine."

"You're possibly right," Dan said tipping back his glass and draining the last of his beer.

"Another ?" I reached for the glass.

I went to the bar, twisting my body in an attempt to conceal from Dan the tell-tale shape of my trouser front. fuck, I hadn't been so horny in ages. What was it about Dan ?

"Thanks," Dan smiled as I handed him the drink. "But I'll have to sweat this off tomorrow."

I was sweating right then but conjured up mental pictures of more than mere physical exercise.

"One hour on the running machine for every pint," Dan observed. "Isn't that right ?"

We were playing cards again, Dan had just dealt the first hand, but we were only turning over low suits. I checked and I had some much higher cards in my hand ready to play when the moment was right, not to mention all the highest trumps hidden away in preparation to secure my victory. Time to up the stakes a little, I'd play a seven or even an eight, watch Dan's reaction then lay a picture card face up on the table. See what his reactions would be to that !

"Tonight we drink, tomorrow we train." I took a small sip of beer. "We'll jog a few miles."

"OK."

Time for that picture card. As Dan lifted his glass I played the jack of clubs. "So tell me about this sauna you use, see if we can work it into the programme."

I watched Dan stifle the swallow, a slower reaction could have caused him to cough or choke. He fumbled for a card to play, anything that would cover my jack. I sensed may indeed have one, his face was giving something away but I could not guess what it was. From its hidden place I found a king and held it ready should it become necessary to play it. Dan was hesitating and the colour in his face was flushing ever so slightly. I have heard how the very best poker players can induce this and confuse their opponents, sending them totally in the wrong direction. But this wasn't the case with Dan, he was just embarrassed. I'd not wait, I would play the king straight away.

"I thought you said the sauna was good," I spoke casually as if not particularly interested.

Dan stuttered. "You'd, you'd not like it ! It's not your kind of place."

"Why ?" What was that card Dan was nervously holding to his chest, fingers twisting in fear to play ? "Why ? What's the problem ?"

We were sitting outside in the pub garden, nobody was close enough to be able to overhear our conversation and yet Dan looked nervously about him before he spoke and when he spoke it was in a whisper. "Because it's a gay sauna. I'm sorry."

And then there was silence. Dan had played the ace of trumps and his playing it had left me momentarily off balance. I was speechless and not in control of the game. About me I could hear the wind rustling the tress but the loudest sound was the heavy beating of my heart What now ? Should I reach out and pick up the winnings but I hadn't won yet. Dan began to collect the cards and end the game.

"I'm sorry," he said again. "You were good to offer your help but let's finish the drinks and forget everything." But this was a bluff, Dan was still playing I knew he was.

"Hey !" I metaphorically reached out with my hand to cover the cards. "Stop for a moment. You didn't give me the chance to answer. Do you know what my answer would have been ?"

Dan shook his head and I am sure he was trying to suppress a smile. I looked him in the eye and said, "cool."

Again there was silence but this time it was different and though it I could hear Dan's heart beating above my own. I needed to play yet another card, the game wasn't over.

"Can't you tell ?" I smiled, "Can't you tell that I am..."

"Gay ?" Dan finished the sentence then added, "Are you ?"

"Yes," I confirmed. "Just as you are."

I wasn't sure who had won the game. Dan did not know what to say. Twice he opened his mouth but the words did not come out so I decided to help.

"I suspect you are a novice."

"Yes."

At last I was sure I was holding the winning chips from the game, all I had to do now was to cash them in. "So you were looking for a personal trainer and you appointed me to the position. Perhaps I had better start training you and while we are at it stop all this physical fitness crap !"

Dan's grin widened. Anyone would have thought he had won the game not I, that his ambition was about to be fulfilled, not mine.

"So where's this sauna ?"

"It's open tonight."

That wasn't an answer to my question, Dan was leaping forward. The game of cards was over, it was now time for us both to spend our winnings.

"That's great," I said, "but where is it ?"

In its day Luton was a thriving town but somehow over the last two decades it lost its way to enter a decline and achieve the listing in one particular guide book as the least fashionable place in England with the M1 Motorway being there only good thing to come out of Luton ! But the writers of that guide book failed to take into consideration The Greenhouse Sauna.

I had heard of The Greenhouse but this would be my first visit. We drove together in my car, it meant I would have to make the journey back later in order to drop Dan off and then there was the long journey home for me but these miles were a small price to pay and something I did not even stop to consider. I was feeling happy that my plan, even if advanced and revised by Dan, had reached this point. This sensation of happiness rapidly changed to excitement as the miles to Luton and the Greenhouse Sauna fell away. Finally the emotion changed to one of warm contentedness and strangely the hardon I had been sporting for hours simply faded away. My desire to enjoy the naked delights of my new friend did not fate or diminish in any way, rather they flamed as fierce as any inferno.

The Greenhouse Sauna advertises itself as An Ocean of Pleasure in a Hectic World.

From the outside the Greenhouse doesn't look anything out of the ordinary, blending well with the drab grayness for which the town of Luton is famed but inside it is a very different story. One is transported to an ancient time where citizens of a different civilisation relax in a hot spa.

"My treat," Dan insisted, paying our entrance fee.

I smiled consent.

"The pleasure we can share," he said with a voice that appeared to be trying to temper the boldness with a note of shyness. I looked at my friend and decided he was far from shy, there was something enigmatic about Dan. the game of cards was over, wasn't it ? Or was Dan still dealing trumps ?

In the locker room Dan faced me then took a small pace forwards to position himself no more than two feet away. "if you are to be my tutor," he said in that same bold voice, "perhaps you could start by undressing me."

My hands reached out and rested themselves on his hips. I held them there for a brief moment before taking hold of his shirt and lifting it up over his head. Dan raised his arms to assist and as the shirt came away our eyes met and sparks flashed between us and I knew that my friend fancied me every bit as I did he. I wondered if I had indeed engineered this moment in time, perhaps it was Dan who was manipulating destiny.

I began to caress Dan's chest then quickly stripped away my own shirt. As Dan stroked his way around my upper body I attended to his trousers which were soon on the floor. Quickly I released my own and stepped out of them. In front of me a pair of tight white briefs showed a hard line of excitement, glimpsed so beautifully although briefly as Dan wrapped a towel round his waist. I followed suit and we picked up our clothes to place them in lockers before leaving the changing room.

"There are some private rooms," Dan said, "shall we chill out in one ?"

It was a rhetorical question but I nodded eager agreement. The private rooms were a little more than cubicles, that on our right was obviously occupied as sounds of two guys wildly enjoying themselves permeated the walls. Dan closed the door behind us and dropped his towel. Copying, my eyes traveled over him, my ambition was now fully realised. God he was beautiful, just where had that crazy idea come from that he needed to lose some weight ? he was perfect.

"So if you are my trainer," a naked Dan smiled, "train me !" With those words he then took me by the shoulders and said, "Thank you," and turned round.

I saw for the first time my friends arse minus those tight trousers. Two rounded cheeks invitingly presenting themselves to me. The muscles in my stomach tightened in deep anticipation. I closed the small space between us and felt the heat of Dan's body radiating to my own. My cock was like a bar of toughened steel as I pressed against my friend and rested it in the line of his buttocks. I reached my arms around his chest and pulled us tightly together. My lips formed a kiss in the nape of his neck. twenty-four hours ago Dan had been a dull and boring bank clerk, now he was the most awe inspiring and excruciatingly exciting phenomena on the face of the planet.

Moving back slightly I steered my cock to the point between Dan's cheeks where pleasure awaited us both. I was a little surprised ho easily it slid inside my friend. As I pushed Dan groaned with pleasure, if there was any pain he did not show it. Surely Dan was not the novice he claimed to be.

Since the moment I had seen that backside press against the material of his trousers I had wanted to take pleasure from Dan but the anticipated and hoped for pleasure was way short of the reality now happening between us.

Although I began slowly it wasn't long before my movements turned into wild thrusting as I forced myself deeper and deeper into my friend. His buttocks slapped against the inside of my groin. Within my body walls of emotion pounded one upon another until finally everything gave way and I pumped everything I had deep inside him. I was exhausted and so was Dan.

"And you are no novice," I thought silently to myself.

Although The Greenhouse was busy we were the only two in the actual sauna cabin itself. Previous occupants had already lifted the temperature to a high level but Dan raised it even more as he ladled water onto the coals. The water spat, sizzled and filled the air to surge the heat ever upward.

"Hell Dan," I panted, "isn't it hot enough for you ?"

"Not as hot as you are ! Let's sweat then take a shower."

The showers ere three sided tiled areas each with its own water supply and each big enough to accommodate two bodies. "His and his shower," Dan giggled as we stepped into a vacant booth. Dan turned on the tap and ice cold jets played down on our bodies. I gasped again, minutes before it had been with the heat but now the direct opposite seized my body. Dan put his arms round me and hugged me tight. The water hit our two heads before cascading down over our two bodies. It wasn't long before our lips met and we began to kiss. Exploring Dan's mouth I became oblivious to any sensation of cold and could have continued for much longer but Dan had other ideas.

With a hand on each side of my head he gently but very firmly pushed me downwards. I fell to my knees and took Dan's cock inside my mouth. My heart increased its already rapid beat as I used every one of my five senses to explore my friend's manhood. It was possible to taste how close he was to cumin, a pleasure I did not deny him for long - deny us both.

This guy did not need me as his trainer, he did need any trainer, he was a coach of Olympic standing in his own right.

"Dan you are fucking amazing," I sighed.

"As I recall," he smiled, "you are the one who did the fucking !"

"Yes."

"But the night is young, my turn next."

No way was I enjoying myself with a novice, no novice could be so good. I puzzled at the way Dan was now against the way he had spoken to confess that his visits to the sauna were to a gay sauna and then the way he spoke later with a bold yet strangely naive tone in his voice. Oh Dan what kind of a mystery are you ?

With fresh towels wrapped about our waists we sat in the cafe area sipping coffee. Dan reached out and took my hand. Squeezing it gently he said, "Do you have to go home tonight ?"

I didn't but before I could reply he added, "They have a few hotel rooms here, let's take one and stay the night together."

We were playing cards again but this time Dan held everything and was playing for us both. I wanted to stay and searched for words that would express just how much I wanted to stay.

"Do they have any rooms free ?" I asked.

"Oh yes," Dan smiled, "I picked the key up from reception when I paid for us to some in." Dan placed down five cards one after another: ten, jack, queen, king and ace - all trumps.

We slept in each other's arms between crisp white sheets. Downstairs in the sauna we had enjoyed sex, here in the bedroom we had made love. My lover stirred and opened his eyes. I kissed him gently and he smiled.

"I think I love you," I whispered.

"I know," he answered, "and I think I love you. I've thought that for a long time."

I must have looked puzzled. "Don't you realise," he said, "for just how many weeks I have been trying to seduce you ? I never wanted any fitness programme, I never wanted any trainer I just wanted you. I wanted to seduce you but it wasn't easy, you were too naive to pic up on many of the hits I threw at you then suddenly this afternoon you changed."

My mouth fell open with incredulity but Dan must have thought I was about to speak.

"No don't say anything," he said, "just make love to me again."

I hope you liked the tale. Let me know. takemypantsoff@hotmail.co.uk All the best Nigel