My Hero

My Hero (part 1) By Adam Stewart

Author's note: A gay love story that deals with the problems of living in a small community.

Warning: It contains explicit m/m sex.

"Why can't you be normal like everyone else?" Marc's mum told him as she tended to the cuts and bruises he'd yet again received at the hands of Morgan. Marc was now twenty, in fact he'd be twenty one in just one month's time, and he'd been at the same school as Morgan who had always been a bully. Luc had become Morgan's sidekick and aided and abetted Morgan doing whatever he told him to do, so if he said punch Marc whilst Morgan held him down, then that was what he did. On his own he was a coward and Marc could have flattened him despite being smaller but Luc always made sure he had Morgan to protect him just in case.

On this occasion, Marc had bumped into Morgan on his way back from college. In reality Morgan had made sure that Marc knocked him since there was plenty of room on the path for them to pass by each other but Morgan always took the opportunity to bully Marc. "Mind where you're going you fucking poof" Morgan shouted at him whilst Luc looked on. Marc said sorry but he knew it wouldn't appease Morgan. It never had so Marc waited for whatever Morgan had in store for him.

"Let's teach this arse fucker a lesson" Morgan said as he grabbed Marc and pulled him into a side alley with Luc following and laughing. Once away from any likely passersby Morgan grabbed Marc's balls and held them tight. Marc grimaced as the pain shot through his body. Morgan then punched him in the stomach and turned him round to face the wall. As Marc's face grazed against the brick wall and Morgan held his arms outstretched, Luc was told to unfasten Marc's jeans and pull them down. "Rip his boxers off" Morgan told Luc who obediently cut them with a knife until they were in shreds. Once he was naked from the waist down, Marc felt Morgan's rough finger being thrust inside him. He could never understand why Morgan seemed to love doing this as he appeared to so hate gays but invariably he did whenever he had the opportunity.

Marc had long learnt that it was best to let him do whatever he wanted because to resist would cause him more pain and grief. He'd once tried that when he was eighteen. With Luc's assistance, Morgan had tied him up, stripped him naked and raped him. Afterwards they walked off laughing leaving Marc naked on the ground. Once they'd gone, Marc dressed and ran home in a terrible state but yet again his mother had little sympathy for him. She couldn't understand why her son was not normal and dated girls.

When Marc had first realised he was gay he felt so alone. He'd been born into a coal mining community in a small village near Merthyr Tydfil in South Wales and decided he really was the only gay in the village. His father had been a coal miner but had died in an accident down the mine when Marc was just twelve so he and his mum had lived alone ever since. It was a tight community so everyone knew everybody. Marc knew only too well that if he came out as being gay, his life would be hell. The problem was that his camp ways made him a target and it didn't take much working out that he was 'one of those' even though nobody actually said so.

Morgan and Luc had gone down the pit once leaving school whereas Marc had refused to follow his father's footsteps. On the one hand his mother was happy that he hadn't but when Marc announced he was going to a college to study art, she was not too pleased.

"Just get a man's job and be normal" she kept on telling him.

"Because I'm not normal; I'm gay" he would shout back.

"Well, one of these days this Morgan is going to kill you" she shouted.

"I can look after myself" he'd reply, although quite how he wasn't really sure.

The year was 1982 and Marc had read that there was to be another gay pride in London at the weekend. He decided he'd go so he told his mum that he was away on a college assignment for the weekend. He packed a small rucksack with basic necessities but had no idea where he'd stay once in London and decided to play it by ear. 'I might be lucky and get picked up by a nice guy' he chuckled to himself as he made his way to the bus which would take him to the station in Merthyr Tydfil. It was a three hour trip to London so having bought his ticket he found his train and settled down for the journey. A young guy sat opposite him and they smiled at each other every so often. Marc couldn't decide whether or not the guy was interested in him so did nothing even though he was tempted to start a conversation to see where he was going. One thing he knew was that he couldn't just blurt out that he was off to watch gay pride. Despite homosexuality now being legal in England, there was still a lot of homophobia around, especially outside London.

Finally the train arrived in London and Marc made his way to where the pride march was starting off from. He'd been to London a few times before so had a reasonable knowledge of his way around. He'd also contacted the London Lesbian and Gay Switchboard to obtain information about the pride march.

It was a beautiful day and he enjoyed basking in the sunshine waiting for things to happen. He loved watching all the gay guys wandering around and several grinned at him as they went by. Seeing such gorgeous guys, several of whom were scantily dressed, caused his body to get excited but knowing he was with other like minded guys, he wasn't bothered if the bulge showed.

Slowly the parade took shape. Standing almost in front of him was a guy holding a banner which said 'We are gay and proud of it'. Marc liked the sentiment and wished he could say the same where he came from. The guy attempting to hold the banner was clearly having a problem. The guy who started holding it with him had disappeared so this guy was left alone trying to hold it up. Every so often he looked over to Marc and grinned. His grin was infectious and Marc grinned back. There was almost a sexual connotation to the grin and it made Marc feel good.

"Why not come and give me a hand?" the guy shouted. Marc thought for a moment. He hadn't intended taking part in the parade. He was still in the closet at home, even though his mother knew he was gay. "Come on, don't just stand there, I need a hand" the guy grinned. Marc couldn't resist the offer so stepped forward. "Thanks; thought you'd be up for it" the guy grinned mischievously. Marc felt his face go red having spotted the double meaning. "I'm Ashley by the way".

"Hi Ashley, I'm Marc". They attempted to shake hands but the banner took over so they gave up. Marc took hold of one end and they pulled it open so its message could be seen.

"Been to a pride march before?"

"No" Marc replied, "First time".

"If I'm not mistaken, you're from Wales" Ashley grinned which sent another electric shock through Marc's body. There was something about the guy which really turned Marc on.

"Yeah, a small mining village near Merthyr Tydfil"

"Wow, so you've come all this way to see me make a fool of myself" Ashley laughed.

"I wouldn't say that; I think what you guys are doing is brilliant; just wish people where I live accepted gays like they do in London."

Ashley laughed. "Not everyone does; you'll find that out once we start marching so be prepared for verbal abuse and probably a few rotten eggs but at least we're legal so the police have to protect us even though most of them are against us."

"Thought things were better in London"

"Probably better than in a small mining village in South Wales; don't suppose many coalminers are that gay friendly."

"You can say that again; have got the cuts and bruises to show what they feel."

Ashley looked at Marc and smiled. There was something about the guy he found intriguing and he wanted to find out more. He was also a good looking guy and Ashley mentally stripped him. He certainly wouldn't mind getting him into bed. "Just stick with me; I'll look after you" Ashley smiled which melted Marc's heart. He was just about to say 'thanks' when the march started moving forward so they had to walk and make sure their banner was stretched out to show off its message.

As Ashley had predicted, in amongst the crowd there were plenty of jeers from those who disapproved of their type. Shouts of faggots, queers, arse lickers and many more were heard above the roar of people who did support those who'd put their neck on the line to show solidarity. As Marc marched along, he felt proud. "Fuck the bastards" he told himself "and fuck Morgan; I'm gay and proud of it".

Apart from a few scuffles along the route and the odd rotten egg which both Ashley and Marc managed to avoid, things went reasonably smoothly. Even so, Marc was glad to get to the end and be surrounded by like minded people. Once they'd disposed of their banner, Ashley introduced Marc to two of his friends called Bret and Clayton. They were older than Marc by about four years. Ashley was almost the same age as Marc although he was already twenty one so legal. Bret thanked Marc for helping and explained one of their supporters hadn't turned up. Marc said he'd enjoyed marching along and helping out which made Ashley feel happy.

"Want to join us for a drink Marc?" Ashley asked hoping against hope that Marc would say yes. He'd only know the guy for a few hours whilst they walked along on the parade but he knew he wanted more of him, in more ways than one. He just hoped that Marc was up for it.

"Yeah, love to" Marc replied almost too excitedly but Ashley grinned with approval. Bret and Clayton joined them and it became apparent that they were boyfriends and ran a gay book shop in Bloomsbury. Marc had no idea that such a bookshop existed and Bret explained his was the only one in London.

"Despite having bricks thrown through our window every so often by fucking homophobes, it's doing well. We also hold regular meetings to discuss topical items and provide a meeting place for gays and lesbians to gather together."

"You should come along to one" Clayton added.

"I'd love to but I don't live in London" Marc replied.

"Marc's the only gay in a Welsh mining village" Ashley laughed.

"Fuck, that must be scary" Clayton exclaimed, "I doubt big butch hairy miners are that gay friendly."

"You're right, they're not and I've got the cuts and bruises to prove it"

"Fuck them Marc; we'll look after you; in fact perhaps you should consider moving to London; I'm sure you could find an art course here" Ashley blurted out and put an arm round Marc to hug him tight. For once in his life he felt he was with people who understood him and it made him feel good. In fact it made him feel very good, especially having Ashley's warm sexy body up close to him which caused it to react in the usual way.

The bar they went to was in Earls Court. As they walked in Marc suddenly realised it was full of guys and they were all gay, many of whom were dressed in leather. "We're rather partial to guys in leather so hope you don't mind" Ashley whispered once inside. Marc shook his head as he looked round at the many different guys on show.

"Are these guys all gay?" he whispered. Ashley grinned and nodded.

"Great isn't it"

The four pushed their way through the crowd and as they went Marc was certain he felt hands feeling his crotch and his butt. It did nothing to quell the bulge that was clearly showing had anyone been able to see it. Bret and Ashley pushed their way through to the bar whilst Clayton led Marc to one corner where they could stand with a bit more room. "It's always busy in here but especially so today" he announced in Marc's ear. The music that was playing and the general chatter made it almost impossible to speak normally.

Eventually Ashley and Bret made their way to the other guys with four pints of beer. Marc thanked them for his not knowing who'd actually paid but made a point of saying he'd buy the next round.

"Cheers" Ashley said as they touched glasses with each other. Marc felt so happy and he so wished he lived in London. Perhaps he should give it some serious thought but where he'd live he had no idea.

They spent the next two or three hours laughing and chatting with each other. As the drink flowed Marc became much more relaxed. He wasn't drunk but he was definitely merry. As such he talked more about life in a Welsh mining village and how he was bullied by Morgan.

"If I met this guy Morgan I'd teach him a lesson" Ashley commented when he'd heard the kinds of things he'd done to Marc. Despite having only known each other for a few hours he felt protective towards him and anyone that messed with his new friend, messed with him.

Finally they decided they'd all drunk enough, at least for the time being, so Clayton suggested they get something to eat. "We know a really nice place near here and it's cheap" he added. Marc said that sounded perfect since his finances were decidedly limited.

"Join the club" Ashley laughed, "Me too".

Over their meal, which Marc had to agree was not only very tasty but good value, Ashley and Clayton talked about current gay issues they were campaigning for. Bret explained that Clayton was a keen activist and Ashley was also very involved.

"You should join us" Ashley said and placed a hand on Marc's thigh since he'd made sure they sat together. Marc enjoyed the warmth of the hand on his leg and again he felt the reaction it caused. There was definitely something about the guy sitting beside him that turned him on. He was not only good looking but was full of life and passionate about gay issues. Marc felt at home with him and definitely wanted to get to know him more but quite how that would happen he had no idea since he lived almost one hundred and seventy miles away. He again thought how he could move to London but decided it was a pipe dream.

"So who's up to going to a club tonight?" Ashley said once they'd finished eating. Both Clayton and Bret said they were and all three looked at Marc. Seeing Marc's reticence he placed his hand on Marc's thigh again which had the same effect as before. "We'll look after you, won't we guys". The other two nodded although in reality they knew that Ashley would do the looking after since they'd seen how he'd been looking at Marc ever since they'd first been introduced.

"Where are you staying?" Clayton suddenly asked. Marc shrugged his shoulders and said he hadn't made any plans. All he'd done so far was get to London to watch the parade.

"You're not planning on travelling back home tonight are you?" Ashley asked suddenly concerned that he was going to lose his Adonis. Marc shook his head and said there was no need to rush back. In fact he'd told his mum that he'd be away for the whole weekend and wouldn't be back until at least the Monday. Quite why he'd said that he didn't know but he didn't want to be tied to being back at a certain time or day. Not that his mother worried about him. She let him come and go as he pleased now he was old enough to look after himself. "You could always stay with me" Ashley blurted out and then looked at Bret. "You guys wouldn't mind would you?"

Bret and Clayton laughed. "As long as he shares your bed because there certainly isn't room in ours" Clayton chuckled before explaining that the three of them shared a flat above the gay book shop.

"We literally do sleep above the shop" Bret laughed, "but yes, you'd be very welcome as long as you don't mind three naked men wandering round and squeezing in because we only have two small bedrooms with a small living room and an even smaller kitchen, not forgetting the small bathroom."

"It's what I call cosy" Ashley laughed. Marc thanked them profusely since he didn't really have enough money to pay for a hotel so in reality he'd have had to sleep in the open somewhere. "Excellent" Ashley grinned and moved his hand further into Marc's thigh until it was precious near his bulge. As he did so he leaned in and gave Marc a light kiss on the cheek. Marc felt himself blush since he wasn't used to receiving kisses from men. Not that he objected, in fact far from it.

When they arrived at the Catacombs club, Marc saw a notice that said 'twenty one and over only'. "I'm only twenty" he whispered to Ashley.

"Fuck, how far off twenty one are you?"

"A month"

"You look twenty one so if asked lie about your age and knock a few months off your birth date". In no way was he going to miss out on having this cute guy beside him well into the early hours.

As they walked in the bouncer nodded at them clearly knowing the guys. Bret said Marc was with them so the bouncer nodded them in. Once inside, they dumped their jackets with the cloakroom attendant along with Marc's rucksack. When they moved into the main area, Marc gasped. He'd never seen so many hot guys before. Most were wearing tight leather and some were even in their chaps with their naked arse showing. His cock immediately went hard and he noticed that Ashley's did too. Within no time the other two had disappeared leaving Ashley to look after Marc. Ashley bought two drinks and they moved to one side to view who was around.

"I take it you've never been to somewhere like this before?" Ashley grinned. Marc shook his head as he gazed at the hot guys all around. Ashley put his arm round Marc's waist and pulled him close. Once they'd downed their drinks, Ashley turned Marc towards him. He'd been dying to kiss this guy ever since they'd first met. Marc was just as eager so in a moment, surrounded by guys dancing and laughing with drinks being sipped and sloshed in the throng, Marc and Ashley kissed. They might as well have been alone because all that Marc was aware of was the feel of Ashley's body. The warmth, strength, and sensation of his own tongue as it slid against the slick heat of Ashley's mouth, was something he'd never ever experienced. He made low noises which Ashley recognised as being one of utter satisfaction. When they eventually pulled apart, they were breathless.

"Wow, that was beautiful" Ashley grinned and pulled Marc's body even closer to his. He could feel Marc's hardness pressing against his own. He couldn't help but move his hand down to feel it. Marc gasped. This was another first. He'd never had a guy hold him sensually before. The only time his cock had been felt was by Morgan and that was totally different to this. Seeing how much he loved the feel of Ashley's hand he moved his own onto his bulge. The guy was big, much bigger than his.

"That is some cock" Marc whispered into Ashley's ear. Ashley grinned.

"It's yours whenever you want it" he said with a mischievous grin.

Marc glanced round and saw several guys kissing and having a good time.

"I can't believe this; it's fucking brilliant"

"Sure is" Ashley grinned and pulled Marc closer. Marc felt Ashley pull his shirt out from his jeans. He then did the same to his own. Ashley smiled at Marc trying to judge how far he could go but the grin on Marc's face said it all. He slowly unbuttoned Marc's shirt and did the same to his own. He then pulled their naked chests together and kissed. Ashley's mouth was dry with nervousness as he trailed his hands down Marc's sides, pulling him closer and slipping his palms round the back of his shirt. He felt the muscles under Marc's warm skin shudder and tighten, and he liked it. He liked knowing all it took was a simple touch and Marc couldn't control himself. Marc's eyes closed when he felt Ashley's hand drift lower. He dipped his fingers into the edge of Marc's jeans, feeling the soft skin of his buttocks whilst he pulled Marc closer, pressing their erections between them. He dragged his lips over Marc's throat in slow kisses that made him whimper. Ashley liked that sound and he smiled against Marc's pulse before he pulled back to strip off Marc's shirt.

Seeing that other guys were naked to the waist, Marc was not bothered. In fact he liked it. He watched Ashley remove his own shirt and admired the beautiful naked torso that now faced him. They smiled at each other and kissed again. Ashley wanted to feel more so he slowly moved a hand down the front of Marc's jeans. Marc grinned guessing what Ashley wanted to do and he wasn't going to stop him despite being surrounded by guys. He felt his fly buttons slowly being unfastened one at a time until there was access inside. The top button was then unfastened and he felt Ashley's hand slip inside. The hot hand grabbed hold of his hard cock through the thin material of his boxer shorts. He groaned with pleasure so Ashley slipped a hand down inside the waist band. When he felt the hot flesh of Marc's flesh he too groaned with pleasure. "Ah" Marc murmured briefly wondering if he should do the same to Ashley but he was too preoccupied with his own feelings for the present.

Ashley knew that if he continued playing with Marc's naked cock he'd shoot and he didn't want that, not then. He wanted to keep that to when they got back home so he could see the look on Marc's face more clearly and see his hot creamy cum. He'd already fallen in love with this guy and he so hoped Marc felt the same way.

Throughout their time at the club they hardly moved apart from each other. Every so often Bret and Clayton found them and they had more drinks. They too were naked to the waist and Marc enjoyed looking at their beautiful torsos. Both had hairy chests, not excessive but enough to look sexy. He only had a light covering due to his fair hair. Ashley was darker haired so his chest hair stood out more. Marc loved it; in fact he loved everything about Ashley.

They finally made their way home just before the club closed in the early hours. They took the night bus to Bloomsbury where the other three guys lived. Their small flat above the bookshop was accessed via a side door. This led immediately onto a flight of stairs that took them to the first floor. As the guys had said, the flat was indeed cosy but Marc loved it. All the walls were covered with gay images, some of which were artwork and others photos.

"Ashley is a photographer" Bret explained as Marc admired one which was of a naked guy. "He's always looking for willing models so if you're interested in posing for him now's your chance. We sell them in the shop so you get paid for it." Marc said he might well be interested. He had no hang-ups about showing off his body. In fact he was rather proud of his.

Ashley put his arm round Marc and led him to his bedroom. Marc had drunk more than he usually did so felt slightly tipsy but was still able to stand. Once inside the small room, Ashley pulled him into his arms. They kissed passionately as they slowly removed each other's shirts. Despite the late hour Ashley wanted to make love to the beautiful guy in his arms and Marc was happy to let him do so. Once their torsos were naked, they stood for a moment, quiet and almost curious, as they took advantage of the fresh expanses of warm skin with tender touches. Ashley tugged Marc's jeans open and slid his hand inside. When Ashley wrapped his fingers around Marc's cock, he let out a whimper. Ashley gave him a long, slow stroke as a reward. In a matter of seconds they had a pile of clothes and shoes on the floor by the bed.

"God you are so beautiful" Ashley muttered. Marc too admired Ashley's hot sexy body. The sight of his thick cock and two large balls hanging down between his legs had caused his own to stir. Ashley grinned and took hold of it before squatting down to take it into his mouth.

"Fuck" Marc exclaimed, "That feels so good". Ashley smiled. He loved it when a guy enjoyed having his cock sucked and this cock was certainly worth sucking. He flicked out his tongue, teasing the slit before circling the head. He then gave a few deep strokes and then a long pull of suction before he let go. It was soon hard and standing out like a flag pole. Ashley didn't bother with a preamble or even another kiss before he pushed Marc back onto the mattress and fell over him. Their erections grazed together, slick with pre-cum and Ashley tangled his fingers into Marc's long fair hair as it fell around his face. He pulled Marc closer and their mouths locked together as Marc let out another whimper.

When the kiss was over, they rolled onto their sides with Marc facing away from Ashley. He then felt Ashley's thick hard cock slide between his legs. He rocked back and the cock bumped the back of his balls. He tensed the muscles in his thighs, making the space tighter and did it again. Ashley shivered. He really wanted to be buried inside the guy.

"Want to fuck you" Ashley whispered. Marc nodded giving his approval. He too wanted to feel the beautiful cock between his legs inside him. "On your knees" Ashley demanded but not in an authoritative kind of way. Marc went on all fours and felt Ashley's strong hand reaching round him moving in long, smooth motions over his cock, hips rocking subtly into his own touch. Ashley spread Marc's legs and their bare feet rest beside each other. He took his time as he pressed closer behind Marc. He ran a hand down the curve of Marc's backside whist he stroked the head of his cock against Marc's entrance. Ashley could tell it was frustrating him. He rocked back against Ashley and tried for more contact. "Be patient" Ashley chuckled, "Want to make this last and be special for you. You've got such a beautiful arse to fuck."

He grabbed the lube and gently fingered the beautiful hole that was waiting for him. When he'd lubricated the head of his cock he gently moved forward and slowly pressed it in. For a moment Marc clenched his butt but then relaxed enjoying the feel of the large head invade him. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever experienced and he knew from that moment onwards that he wanted a lot more of this.

Ashley slowly thrust in and out not wanting to reach his climax just yet. He wanted to make this last as long as he could but eventually his sexual urge took over and he was on the edge. He leaned forward again and pushed harder into Marc's arse as he picked up the tempo, thrusting in hot, needy movements until he felt his release. He reached round and grabbed hold of Marc's cock which was now dripping with pre-cum. A few more strokes and he too would be shooting his load but Ashley had other ideas. He pulled out of Marc and told him to lie on his back. He then climbed over him and guided Marc's erection into his waiting arse. "Yeah man, that feels beautiful" Ashley groaned as he rode the long thick cock up and down. Although he was more a top, he loved a big cock up his arse and this was one beautiful cock.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum" Marc cried out after a few minutes of being ridden. Ashley hastily climbed off and bent over the weeping cock. He wanted to see this guy shoot his load and then taste it. He massaged the shaft until Marc's body was jumping up and down. Suddenly he let rip and waves of thick creamy cum shot out. Ashley went straight down on it and sucked it dry. It tasted beautiful and he knew he wanted to taste this guy many more times.

When Marc had calmed down, Ashley gently collapsed on top of him and brought their lips together. The kiss was hard and tongues flitted in and out of their mouths. Despite Marc's inexperience he was a natural kisser and Ashley loved that about him. Finally they looked at each other and grinned.

"That was the best sex I've had for a very long time"

"That was the best I've ever had" Marc grinned.

"I hope this is not going to be a one off because I've got lots of things I'd love to do with you" Ashley grinned. Marc lifted his head and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips before saying he was certainly up for more. He'd already decided that and was thinking how they could do so with him living in Wales and Ashley in London.

"Let's talk about it later" Ashley smiled, "Think we'd better get some sleep." Marc agreed and they snuggled down beneath the covers with Marc cradled in Ashley's arms. He loved the feel of Ashley's hot sexy body up close to him and Ashley loved the feel of Marc's hot butt up against his.

It was mid morning by the time they woke. Ashley led Marc into the bathroom and despite its small size they did their morning ablutions together. Ashley was used to doing everything with other guys around and he was pleased to see that Marc was happy to do so too. Once done, they walked naked into the kitchen. Nobody bothered much about clothes at home since the flat was always warm irrespective of the weather outside.

"Hi guys" Clayton grinned having a good look at Marc's nakedness. "From the sound of things you had a good night" he laughed. Marc blushed having realised their session of sex had been heard by the other guys but the walls were thin so it was difficult not to hear what went on in each other's bedrooms.

"It's do it yourself here" Bret said as he moved across the kitchen to fetch another piece of toast from the toaster. Marc couldn't help but admire both his and Clayton's naked bodies. They were heavy set guys with lots of hair. Not really his type but very sexy all the same. Marc said he'd have some cereal and toast so Ashley showed him where everything was kept. "We tend to stand around in here for breakfast and only use the table in the other room for main meals" Bret grinned as he leant against a kitchen counter and admired Marc's nakedness. Being naked and in the presence of other naked guys caused shivers of excitement to shoot through Marc's body. This excitement as usual went to his cock so he was soon showing signs of a semi erection which certainly pleased the other guys.

"So when you got to go back home?" Clayton asked before he stuffed another piece of toast into his mouth.

"No real hurry; depends on you guys and when you want me to fuck off"

Clayton and Bret grinned. "You're very welcome to stay here as long as you like" Clayton said, "I'm sure Ashley won't object" he added grinning.

"Fuck no" Ashley beamed.

"It's lovely to have you join us Marc" Bret added and patted Marc's naked butt.

Marc in fact stayed until the Monday afternoon since he knew he didn't have any classes at college until the Tuesday. Since the shop was open on the Monday he helped Ashley sort some books and photos whilst Bret dealt with customers. Clayton did part-time work at a local clinic so he was out all day. Ashley was a freelance photographer so was able to organise his own time and he decided he certainly wasn't going to miss the chance of being with Marc. On the Sunday night they'd had another long hot session of sex during which Ashley fucked Marc on his back for almost twenty minutes before finally spilling his load. This time Ashley sucked Marc off and had him almost hitting the ceiling as he did so. Marc had never thought that sex could be so intense and couldn't wait until the next time he met up with Ashley. By the time he left to go back home they'd both promised each other there'd definitely be a next time and soon.

Before he left, they exchanged phone numbers and then kissed passionately. Marc had tears in his eyes as he walked out the flat. He couldn't wait to come to London again and see his new boyfriend.

The journey back was long and tedious. He'd so enjoyed his time in London and he'd found someone he loved. The thought of returning to his home village filled him with dread but he knew he had to stick it out until he'd completed his college course. His final exams were in just a few weeks so he tried to think positive. One thing he had decided whilst the train trundled along was that once he'd completed his studies he was going to move to London. Quite what he'd do and where he'd live was another question but Ashley and Bret had both said that provided he was prepared to work hard there was always work around. One thing he wasn't afraid of was hard work. Since his father had died he'd had to take on responsibilities as well as continue his education so he was well used to working hard.

When he got home the house was in darkness. His mum was doing an evening shift as a cleaner in the colliery offices where she worked in the canteen during the daytime. She needed to earn every penny she could to make ends meet but she too never minded hard work. Marc went up to his room, stripped off and laid on the bed thinking about the wonderful time he'd had in London. His thoughts caused his cock to get hard so he casually played with himself. He closed his eyes and imagined Ashley's hot lips round his cock until he was shooting his load. It was better than nothing and the best he could get until he went back to London again.

He'd no sooner reached his climax when he heard his mum come home. He quickly cleaned himself up and slipped on his boxer shorts. Not that she ever came into his room without knocking but he didn't want her to find him stark naked. She was used to seeing him in just his boxers so he casually walked downstairs to say hello.

"Good trip?" she asked casually whilst she washed her hands in the kitchen sink.

"Yeah, great" he replied equally casually hoping she wouldn't ask any further questions about what he was supposed to have been doing.

"I'm whacked so going to bed" she announced, "Make sure you lock up before you go to bed". He nodded and watched her walk out the kitchen. She looked tired and older than her years. Life had been hard for her since his dad had died and he felt sorry for her. He grabbed a beer, checked that everything was locked up and made his way to bed. Once there he stripped naked and lay on the bed to drink his beer whilst looking at a gay porn magazine that Ashley had given him. He'd never seen such material before and to look at full frontal naked men, some with erections really turned him on. According to Ashley, most of the magazines that Bret sold under the counter in the shop came from the continent or America. He soon found his cock rising again so casually played with it whilst he turned the pages. By the time he'd finished drooling over the pictures, he was ready to shoot another load.

The rest of the week was spent attending classes at college or working at home preparing for his final exams. On the Friday he was desperate to get out and relax so decided to go down to the local bar. He'd probably go into Merthyr on the Saturday for a night out. He generally avoided the one and only bar in the village since he knew Morgan would be there with his sidekick but he felt confident he could deal with anything Morgan had to dish up. The place was packed when he arrived. There was a darts match on so all the guys from the pit were there. The women folk never came to these events so the guys let their hair down and spent the time telling each other dirty jokes. Marc made sure he stood well away from where Morgan and Luc were standing although he saw Morgan grinning at him. Marc could never quite understand Morgan since the grin always looked as if he was lusting after him yet his bullying said otherwise.

Having consumed three pints of beer, Marc was desperate to have a pee so he made his way through to the back corridor where the men's toilet was situated. He'd no sooner pulled out his cock to start peeing when Morgan and Luc came in. He silently groaned as they stood either side of him. Morgan just grinned as he pulled his cock out to start having a pee. Suddenly both he and Luc turned towards Marc and peed all over each side of his jeans. Marc immediately reacted and grabbed Luc's arm since he knew he'd not be able to overpower Morgan. Within seconds he had Luc's arm up behind his back and his other hand round the one Luc was using to hold his cock. He twisted Luc's arm further up his back making him wince as he firmly gripped the hand holding his cock. Since Luc had unfastened the waist of his jeans, he was able to pull his cock and his balls right out the top of his boxer shorts. He turned Luc towards Morgan who now directed his flow of pee onto Luc's jeans since Marc was behind him. Luc was panicking and pee was still pouring out of him so Marc turned his cock upwards and he peed over himself. His own was still flowing so that was wetting the back of Luc's jeans. Morgan just laughed and emptied his bladder all over Luc.

"Morgan, help me, please" Luc wailed but Morgan just laughed waving his flow up and down the pair of them.

Finally Morgan had finished peeing and walked out as he stuffed his cock back into his trousers. Marc felt Luc tense with fear wondering what was now going to happen. Both had stopped peeing and their jeans were soaked. "Not so cocky now your mate has left you" Marc whispered into Luc's ear as he gave Luc's balls another hard squeeze and the arm up his back another quick jerk. Luc winced with pain and Marc for once felt he was in charge. He was tempted to push Luc's head down into the urinal trough but decided the guy was just a wimp. Instead he pushed him to one side and Luc collapsed onto the floor almost landing in the urinal trough. Marc stuffed his cock back inside his jeans and walked out. He noticed the door to the backyard behind the bar was open so he quickly moved outside. His heart was racing with adrenaline.

Just in case Luc or Morgan decided to follow him he hid behind some empty beer barrels and waited a few minutes. Sure enough Luc appeared looking dishevelled. His jeans were soaked and he was pissed off that they guy he'd always thought of as his friend had deserted him in a time of need. In fact he'd done more than that; he'd given him the very same treatment he'd persuaded Luc to take part in having seen Marc make his way to the toilet. He was furious and decided that from now on he would keep away from Morgan and not be his ally when it came to bullying the poof. He too couldn't make Morgan out at times since despite the names he called Marc he wasn't convinced that he truly hated gays like he did. He found them disgusting which was why he'd always agreed to do whatever Morgan wanted. The problem was that Marc was slightly bigger than him and much stronger so he knew he could never take the guy on without someone like Morgan.

Marc watched Luc unlock the gate to the yard and disappear. Seeing no sign of Morgan following, he decided to make his own way. Fortunately Luc lived in the opposite direction to Marc but Morgan lived not far from him. Just in case Morgan had decided to grab him near the alleyway where he'd accosted him on previous occasions, Marc decided to go the long way round so as to avoid it. His mother was working an evening cleaning shift again that evening so he let himself into the dark empty house. He went into the kitchen and stripped naked. His jeans were soaked with pee but he decided to wash everything. Having stuffed them into the washing machine and set it to work, he walked upstairs. As he went he chuckled. It was the first time he'd got one over Morgan, assuming that was what he'd done since Morgan seemed to enjoy soaking his mate with pee every bit as much as his intended target. He also noticed the way Morgan watched with glee as Marc grasped Luc's bollocks making him wince. By the time Morgan had finished soaking him from the front and Marc from the back, Luc's jeans and boxer shorts were soaked.

Over the next few weeks Marc called Ashley daily when his mum was out. He loved hearing his boyfriend's voice as they told each other what they'd been up to. Ashley seemed interested in what projects Marc was working on and he told Marc all about various photographic jobs he'd done. They couldn't wait to meet up again and planned a long weekend visit in a week's time. Marc's classes had now ended and he spent most of his time preparing for his final exams so he was able to make it a long weekend from the Friday to the Wednesday morning. The thought of spending five whole nights with Ashley caused his cock to go hard and since he'd stripped down to his boxer shorts he was able to service that whilst they talked.

"Are you giving your cock attention whilst we talk?" Ashley laughed.

"Yeah, are you?" Marc replied guessing that Ashley would be naked.

"Of course; just hearing your voice makes me go hard" he laughed.

Marc told his mum that he was attending another weekend course in London. She never questioned him further so he left early on the Friday morning anxious to get there as soon as he could. He found Ashley helping Clayton in the bookshop. They were busy preparing some material for another protest the following week. Ashley rushed up to Marc as soon as he entered and took him into his arms. They hugged and kissed whilst Clayton and Bret watched on.

"Oh isn't it sweet; young love" Bret chuckled.

"Fuck off" Ashley laughed which made Bret feel himself. He knew what he and Ashley were going to ask Marc later.

"Come and help us" Clayton said, "I've got to go to work at lunchtime; on afternoon and early evening shift today at the clinic. Marc grinned and stripped off his rucksack and his jacket before getting down to business. Ashley looked at him and smiled as he admired Marc's slim body. He was wearing a new T shirt and a tight pair of jeans. His mind went into overdrive as he continued preparing banners.

At lunchtime Clayton said he had to leave. Since the shop remained open over lunch, Ashley took Marc upstairs to the flat for them to have a sandwich. They'd then take over from Bret for him to have his.

"It's great to see you again" Ashley said once they were on their own. Marc said likewise and pulled his boyfriend into a passionate kiss.

Whilst they ate their lunch washed down with a beer, Ashley asked Marc a question. "Do you consider yourself broadminded?"

"Sure" Marc replied wondering what the question was about.

"And when it comes to sex, are you interested in having it with more than just me?"

Marc grinned and felt his cock twitch with excitement. "Sure, provided you are".

Ashley then explained that he and the other guys often watched a gay porn video which invariably progressed into them having sex with each other. "We thought about having a session this evening; Clayton will join us when he gets back from work."

"Yeah, I'm up for that" Marc said excitedly. Despite his innocence when it came to sexual activity, he was certainly up for trying anything.

"Great" Ashley grinned and noticed Marc's bulge. "Can see you're up for it already" he giggled.

Having closed the shop at five and fitted all the shutters which Bret had found necessary to stop bricks being thrown through the window at night, they made their way up to the flat to prepare their meal. As usual they all stripped off down to their boxer shorts and set to work. "Sausages and mash tonight" Bret told Marc who said he loved that.

Once the meal was over and they'd cleared up, they stripped off their boxers and settled down to watch some gay porn. Marc had never seen a VHS video player before and was intrigued to see how it worked. Suddenly the television screen came to life and the film started. It showed a black guy fucking a white guy who was on all fours. First he bent down and rimmed the guy's arse and felt between his wide open legs to grab his cock. Having prepared the guy's hole, he thrust his big black cock inside.

"Fuck, that looks so inviting" Ashley groaned as he stroked his own erection. Bret grinned stroking his and looked over at Marc's. He was so looking forward to getting his cock inside of Marc's arse before the night was out.

As the film progressed, Bret lit a joint. He took several long hard drags on it before passing it to Ashley. He did the same and passed it to Marc. He'd never smoked grass before although he had smoked the occasional cigarette. He gingerly sucked on it and then took longer harder sucks before passing it back to Bret. Suddenly he felt his whole head spin. It was a great feeling and he stroked his hard cock some more. Seeing it, Bret knelt down between Marc's legs and took it into his mouth. When the joint was finished, Ashley opened a bottle of poppers and took several long hard sniffs from it. He passed it to Marc who did the same. This too was new to him although he'd heard about it.

Whilst Bret sucked away, Marc watched the film. The black guy now had his big black cock right inside the other guy and was pumping him like mad. After a while the guy turned onto his back and lifted his legs. The black guy plunged his cock into him and lay right over his body. The other guy's legs wrapped round the black guy's waist whilst they kissed.

"I'm gonna do that to you later" Ashley grinned as he took another sniff of poppers.

"Time for some real action I think guys" Bret laughed having pulled off Marc's cock. "Do I have your permission to fuck your boyfriend Ashley?"

Ashley grinned and nodded. He was looking forward to seeing Marc being given a good roasting by Bret's big thick cock.

"On your knees" Bret laughed so Marc got down and adopted the pose he'd seen the guy in the film do. He then felt Bret licking and rimming his hole as he pulled it wide open. Marc groaned with pleasure. It was just beautiful.

"Yeah, lovely arse to lick" Bret groaned whilst he took several sniffs of poppers before passing the bottle to Marc. He did the same and felt another rush to his head. Suddenly he felt Bret's hot thick cock invade him.

"Fuck" Marc yelled at the suddenness of it.

"Yeah, that's what I plan to do; fuck this beautiful arse till you beg me to stop"

As Bret fucked, Ashley moved over and kissed his lover. Their tongues were soon entwined and it felt wonderful; his lover's tongue in his mouth and Bret's cock up his arse.

Bret continued fucking for several minutes before crying out that he was about to cum. Ashley stopped kissing and turned to watch Bret shoot his load over Marc's hole before thrusting his cock back inside taking the hot creamy cum with him. "Yeah, fucking beautiful" Bret groaned, "You're such a lucky guy to have this arse to fuck Ash".

Ashley couldn't wait to get his stiff cock in there as he watched Bret continuing fucking until he was spent. Finally he pulled out and Ashley gently turned Marc over onto his back. He lifted his legs over his chest and told him to hold them whilst he slicked his cock and slowly pushed inside the open hole.

"Oh god, yes, fuck me please fuck me" Marc cried out. Ashley plunged right inside and collapsed over Marc's body just like the black guy had done in the film. He felt Marc's legs grasp his waist as he continued thrusting in and out. They kissed passionately as he did so. It was just perfect.

Once he'd shot his load they had a rest for a few minutes and continued watching the film. Bret lit another joint which they shared between them.

"I need a cock up my arse" Bret laughed and lay on his back holding his legs up high. Ashley offered to do so and Bret told Marc to kneel across his chest so he could suck Bret's cock and Bret could lick Marc's arse. Having got themselves into position and all sniffed another load of poppers the action commenced. Marc found the sight of Ashley's big cock fucking Bret just a few inches in front of his face exciting. As he sucked he tried to keep watching the action. Behind him he could feel Bret licking and fingering his arse which sent shivers of erotic feelings shooting through his body.

The action continued for quite some time before Marc tasted Bret's load of cum in his mouth. It tasted good and he loved it. As he continued to milk him dry, he watched Ashley's cock slamming in and out of Bret's arse. "Yeah fuck that hole" Bret yelled. Ashley continued until he felt his cum about to shoot. He briefly pulled out wanting to let Marc see him spill his load over Bret's hole before thrusting back inside.

"Beautiful" Marc swooned as he watched the action.

They decided a rest was in order so Bret put on another film. This one showed a guy being given a good hard fuck. The guy fucking was slamming his cock in and out of the other guy as he slapped his naked buttocks. Every so often he pulled out and made the guy take the whole length of his long cock into his mouth. "Can you deep throat like that Marc?" Bret asked. Marc said he'd never tried it but was prepared to do so. Bret wasn't going to let that opportunity go by so he laid Marc down on the floor and knelt over him. He then inserted his thick cock into Marc's mouth and slowly pushed it in telling him to relax his throat muscles. Suddenly Marc could feel the head of the big cock forcing its way through the back of his throat. He'd never imagined he could do that but there was something exciting about it. Seeing that he could take it, Bret took hold of Marc's long hair and used it to pull his mouth right onto the full length of his cock. Marc could feel Bret's bristly pubes against his face so knew he had the whole length inside his mouth. Bret then pulled his head back and forth fucking himself inside Marc's mouth. "Yeah, fuck" Bret eventually cried out as he shot his load right down Marc's throat.

Whilst this was going on, Clayton arrived home. Seeing the action he hastily stripped off and joined in.

"Our new friend loves being fucked hard and loves to deep throat" Bret laughed once he'd pulled out.

"Perhaps he'd like to join us at the club tomorrow night" Clayton grinned. Marc looked at Ashley who explained they often went to a private gay leather club where guys had sex.

"Would you be interested in being a fuck slave for other guys to fuck you? Clayton grinned. Marc again looked at Ashley to see his reaction.

"It's up to you Marc but if you enjoy hard sex then it's great fun; I'll be there to make sure you're okay." Marc agreed so Clayton explained that he'd have his hands and feet tied above his head so as to give the guys a nice open hole to fuck. "Some guys will also kneel across your chest and make you suck them off" Ashley added.

"Sounds good fun" Marc laughed although he didn't have much idea of what it would really be like but as long as his boyfriend was there he'd feel safe. "You will be there all the time will you?" he asked Ashley.

"Fuck yes, not having my boyfriend left alone with those guys; I should warn you that some love rough sex and you'll have a sore arse by the end." Marc grinned. He doubted it would be any worse than when Morgan raped him and he'd survived that. At least here he'd know that a friend was there should things get out of hand.

"How about we give you a taste of what it's like" Bret grinned "and then you can decide". Marc agreed to that so he was taken into Bret and Clayton's bedroom, laid on his back and they tied his wrists and ankles to the back of the bed so that his arse was high in the air. "Fuck that looks so inviting" Bret grinned, "The guys are going to love fucking that arse".

They then took it in turns to fuck him one after the other. Once one had spilled their load of cum inside him, the next took over. At one point Bret knelt over his face and forced his big hard cock inside his mouth whilst Clayton fucked his arse. Marc had no control of anything so Bret grabbed Marc's long hair to move his head back and forth to fuck his cock inside his mouth. Every so often, Marc felt Clayton's hand slap his naked butt. It stung like hell but for some reason he found it exhilarating adding to the experience.

Finally the action stopped and he was released. "Well, what you think?" Clayton grinned.

"Can't wait" Marc laughed.

That night, Marc and Ashley made gentle sensuous love. It was so much different to the earlier action but Marc loved the rough as well as the passionate. Making love with Ashley and feeling his hot cock inside him was different because he knew they loved each other. There was no doubt about that. Having spilt their load so much earlier, they just gently fucked enjoying the feel of each other. They kissed and held each other passionately before finally settling down for the night with Ashley spooned up behind Marc's naked body. As he drifted off to sleep, Marc decided life could not get better than this. All he now had to do was work out a way it could continue.

The club they were going to didn't open until late so after the shop had been closed and shuttered up, they all went upstairs and had a meal.

"Are you still up for going to the club tonight?" Clayton asked. Marc nodded feeling his cock twitch with excitement.

"By the feel of his cock I'd say he was" Ashley giggled as he had a feel of Marc's boxer shorts.

"Yeah, can't wait" Marc grinned rather enjoying the attention he was getting from Ashley.

"In that case we need to fit you out with some leather gear; they won't let you in wearing jeans" Bret grinned. Marc hadn't thought of that but Bret said they had several sizes of leather trousers he could try on. They soon found a pair that fitted him perfectly plus a leather waistcoat that left his chest exposed. All he now needed was a pair of leather boots so Bret rummaged in his box of leather gear. "Try these for size". They weren't perfect but Marc was able to get them on.

"Once you're in the club those will be off you" Clayton laughed and then explained that Marc would be stripped naked and led into the club wearing a chain round his neck. This indicated to other members that he was new and ready to be initiated.

"And I assume the initiation involves me being fucked by everyone" Marc laughed.

"Spot on" Bret laughed, "He learns quickly this guy". Ashley again checked that Marc was prepared to go through this and he said he was. In fact he was looking forward to it since he wanted to show these guys he was up for anything.

They made their way to the club and Clayton paid the entry fee for Marc since he wasn't a member. The guy at the desk licked his lips when he saw Marc. He'd slipped off his jacket that hid his leather waistcoat so was now showing off his sexy chest. "Very nice" the guy grinned, "I take it he knows about the initiation rules" he asked Clayton.

Once inside the club which was already busy with around twenty guys milling around in their leather gear, Clayton told Marc to strip off. Having slipped off his boots and his waistcoat, he unfastened the leather trousers to expose his nakedness. He'd been told that guys in leather never wore underwear or socks. Bret picked up the clothes and handed them to the guy behind the bar to keep safe. Several guys were now gathering round having realised there was a new guy to be initiated. Marc looked at them and noticed several were wearing chaps with their backsides on view and their big cocks hanging out the front. He grinned as Ashley gently slipped a thick chain round his neck and led him to the middle of the floor. Such a spectacle was for all to see whether or not guys took part but seeing this cute guy everyone licked their lips in anticipation.

A heavy weight was dragged over and Marc was told to lay flat on his back with his head towards the weight. Ashley then fitted handcuffs round his wrists and connected them to a short chain fixed to the heavy weight. His legs were then lifted up over his head and his ankles were shackled in the same way before also being fixed to a chain on the weight. Marc was now helpless with his butt high in the air for all to see. He could feel his hole being stretched wide open and pairs of eyes drooling over it. Ashley then gently slicked his hole with lubricant and offered the prepared hole to the first guy standing by. Marc looked at the guy's cock which was huge. He had a big hairy chest with a leather harness on. The big cock hung between two equally large balls fully exposed at the front of his chaps. His cock was already hard at the thought of fucking this beauty. He slicked his cock with lube and thrust it in. Marc gasped at the roughness but once the guy had his cock sunk into him right up to his balls; the feel of the big cock filling him felt good and he relaxed. The guy slammed back and forth whilst others urged him on. Another guy then knelt over his head and offered his cock. Marc opened his mouth greedy to take it. The guy wasn't as large as Bret so he was able to take it deep into his throat with ease. Using Marc's hair to slam his mouth onto his cock, the guy mouth fucked him until he felt his seed rise.

"Yeah, fucking good arse to fuck" the guy fucking announced.

"Can't wait" another guy replied feeling his stiff cock which was aching to have some action.

As soon as the first guy had shot his load he pulled out and let the other guy take over. He too slammed his cock in and out whilst others mouth fucked Marc. Ashley knelt beside him all the while and when he could he asked Marc if he was okay. Marc just grinned which Ashley took as a yes. One by one every guy in the club fucked Marc. Quite how many he lost count but by the time he was released his arse felt sore. Ashley gently lifted his well used body off the floor and led him to the bar. "Think you need a good stiff drink" Ashley grinned before giving his boyfriend a kiss. "I feel so proud of you" he added. Bret had retrieved Marc's clothes which he now put on. He also fitted a leather collar round his neck saying he was now a fully fledged member. It seemed Clayton had paid his membership fee for him.

Marc was given a double whiskey which he downed almost in one go but the burning sensation inside his throat relaxed him and took away the soreness of his throat and his arse.

"You did well Marc" Bret whispered, "Not many guys can take every member up the arse and in their mouth in one go". Marc grinned and looked down at Bret's semi stiff cock which was now on view at the front of his leather chaps. He decided he'd have to buy some of those now he was a fully fledged member of a leather club.

"Are there other clubs like this?" Marc asked. Bret said there were a few places and one in particular in Charing Cross they often went to but that was mainly for guys to dance and have a good time together. Sex only took place in the toilet area which didn't appeal to Marc.

The rest of his long weekend was spent with Ashley or helping Bret out in the shop. He loved all three guys and felt very much at home with them. He again promised himself that once he'd sat his final exams and finished college he would move to London. He mentioned it to Ashley who pulled him into a big embrace. "That's fucking brilliant; do you know what you'd do?" Marc said he hadn't a clue but one thing he knew for sure was that he wanted to move to London and be with the guy he loved. It made Ashley think although he said nothing for the moment because he needed to give his idea some consideration and speak to his flat mates.

Each night they made passionate love which often went into the early hours. Fortunately the other two frequently did the same so neither couple disturbed the other as they made their feelings known to each other.

Again Marc made his long journey home with a heavy heart. He so loved London and the three guys he'd got to know so well but he knew he had to stick it out for a while longer whilst he finished his studies. Over the remaining few weeks he worked tirelessly leading up to his final exams. He'd presented all his project work and was more than satisfied that he'd done a good job and would obtain top marks. Finally the last exam was upon him and he set off with a spring in his step. Once inside the exam hall he read the paper in front of him and his heart jumped with joy. All the things he'd been revising over the past few weeks were there so he chose which questions he wanted to answer and set to. By the time he'd finished he felt very satisfied with what he'd done. He now had to wait for the results.

That evening after his meal, he decided to go and celebrate at the local bar even though none of his college friends were there since they all lived elsewhere. He could have gone to Merthyr but decided to stay local since he was tired. The bar was busy since it was another darts night but he noticed that Morgan was not there. He saw Luc who kept well clear of Marc after his last ordeal in the toilet and he also kept well clear of Morgan having been so let down by him when he needed him to save him. In future Morgan could do his dirty work on his own. He'd also decided that perhaps Marc wasn't such a bad guy since he knew that Marc could have roughed him up much more on that night in the toilet yet he hadn't. In Luc's book that deserved some respect. Even so, he decided to keep well away from Marc just in case.

Once he'd downed two pints, Marc decided to leave. Morgan had still not appeared which he found unusual. As he walked home fully relaxed he thought about his new life. He'd already planned to go to London the next day to see his lover and make plans as to how he could move there permanently. Not really thinking about Morgan, he walked his usual way home which included walking by the narrow passage where he'd been accosted by Morgan in the past. Although it was July, the evening darkness had started to descend and the narrow street near to where Morgan lived was dark. The heavy cloud that night had blocked out the moonlight but Marc knew the way like the back of his hand so wasn't bothered.

Suddenly he felt two strong arms grab him from behind. Within seconds his hands were pulled behind his back and he felt them being shackled with what he imagined were handcuffs.

"What the fuck" Marc yelled.

"Yeah, precisely; I'm gonna give you such a hard fuck you probably won't be able to take cock up your arse ever again" Morgan growled feeling the adrenaline shoot through his body. Marc struggled but knew he couldn't escape since his hands were well and truly fastened behind his back. He decided to go along with Morgan in the hope that at some point he'd release him although even then he knew Morgan was far stronger than him. He still couldn't make Morgan out. His words didn't sound like those of a guy who hated gays but perhaps it just turned him on. He also started to think whether he'd ever seen Morgan with girlfriends and realised he never had.

Morgan gripped his arms and took him up the narrow passage that Marc knew led to the back of Morgan's house. His one up one down house had once been the old bakery and had a small back yard with access onto this narrow passage along which the baker's van used to go in and out. It had belonged to Morgan's parents but his dad had also been killed in a mining accident several years ago and his mother had remarried and gone to live elsewhere. Morgan had kept the house to live in and led a lonely existence apart from his mates at the colliery, if he could call them that.

Once Morgan had led him through a door which went into what had originally been the small bakery he kicked it closed behind him. For a moment they were in complete darkness before he opened another side door that led into the small backyard of his house. He pushed Marc ahead of him and in through the kitchen door. Once inside he ripped Marc's shirt off him. He then unfastened Marc's jeans and pulled them down his legs before lifting each foot to remove them with his shoes.

"Yeah, nice" Morgan moaned in a needy tone. Marc still couldn't understand why Morgan was doing this. Suddenly Marc felt his boxer shorts being ripped up the seams until they too were in shreds and lying on the floor. He was now stark naked. Morgan pushed him into the next room which was a very small living room. He pushed Marc down on the floor and used a scarf to cover his eyes. For a moment, Marc just lay there trying to work out what Morgan was doing. Suddenly he felt something lash across his naked butt causing the flesh to sting. It continued for several minutes and Marc had tears in his eyes. The pain was excruciating and he knew there would be welt marks. Every so often the lashing went across his back which hurt even more.

It then stopped and he felt Morgan's naked body move between his legs as he pulled them wide apart. He knew what was about to happen and braced himself. He felt his hard cock pushing up against his crack. Morgan pulled the two buttocks apart and spit onto the hole. He thrust his hard cock into Marc and fucked him brutally. Marc was certain he'd be injured and would possibly bleed but there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop the wild fuck he was being given. It bore no resemblance to the fucks he'd been given at the leather club which by comparison were very gentle despite the big cocks and the urge of each guy to feel their cock inside him. This was rape and nothing like consenting sex.

He lost track of time as the fucking continued but eventually it stopped and he felt the handcuffs being removed which, had he known, were the type children played with so could easily be unfastened. As soon as he was free he pushed Morgan off him. When he got up he saw a naked Morgan sitting on the floor looking at him. He said nothing and Marc sensed he was crying but couldn't be sure. Marc ran out the room, grabbed his clothes and ran to the old bake house where he got dressed. He then made his way out into the passageway and ran all the way home. His mum was working again that evening so the house was in darkness. He went upstairs into the bathroom and ran a bath. He needed to soothe his battered body which still stung from the lashing he'd received and the rape. When he'd soothed his body in a warm bath he tried to rub a lotion over his buttocks and lower back but without much success. He wanted to go to London to see his friends but knew the last train would have gone by the time he got to the station in Merthyr. Instead he slipped into bed and tried to sleep. His mind kept going over and over what had happened. He still couldn't make Morgan out. Why did a guy who appeared to hate gays fuck him like that? It made no sense.

At some point in the early hours he drifted off to sleep but was awake early in the morning. He decided to get up and having washed and dressed packed his rucksack for his week in London. He'd just finished his breakfast of toast and cereal and was washing up his dishes when his mother came down.

"You're up bright and early; where are you rushing off to?"

"I told you, I'm going to London for a week to stay with friends"

"Oh, yes" she replied without any sign of real interest.

He finally left and walked to the bus making sure that he went nowhere near where Morgan lived. Never again would he use that route even though it meant walking further. Once on the train he settled back but his butt and back hurt so every now and then he had to stand. Eventually he reached the gay book shop and staggered in. Bret and Clayton looked at him and immediately realised something was wrong.

"What's happened Marc?" Bret asked as he rushed up to him. Marc burst into tears not able to say anything. Bret asked Clayton to take Marc up to the flat where Ashley was waiting for him. As soon as Clayton had opened the front door he yelled for Ashley who soon appeared at the top of the stairs. He took one look at Marc and rushed down.

"What the fuck has happened?" Ashley yelled as he ran down two steps at a time. Clayton shook his head as he gently led Marc up the stairs. "What's happened, my love" Ashley asked as soon as he had him in his arms.

"He raped me" Marc managed to say between tears.

"You mean that fucker Morgan" Ashley asked angrily. Marc nodded and winced as Ashley hugged him.

"What else did he do to you?" Clayton asked quietly.

"Lashed my back" Marc cried.

"We need to see what he's done" Clayton replied as he gently led him to Ashley's room. Ashley followed still fuming but he needed to see exactly what Morgan had done to his lover before blasting off. Once in the bedroom they carefully undressed Marc until he was naked. Both of them silently gasped at the red welts across Marc's butt and lower back. "Looks like he used a leather belt" Clayton said. "We must put some cooling lotion on it".

"I'll kill the bastard" Ashley yelled as he helped Marc lay face down on the bed so Clayton could treat the injury. Having got an antiseptic lotion from his medical bag, Clayton gently treated the affected area whilst Ashley held Marc's hand and kissed the side of his face. "Can you tell us what happened?" he gently asked. Marc nodded and relayed exactly what had happened.

"That doesn't sound to me like the actions of a guy who hates gays" Clayton said quietly, "More like a frustrated gay who's in the closet". Ashley nodded. He'd thought that for a while having heard Marc's account of other things this Morgan had done to him over the years.

Once Clayton had finished his medical treatment he suggested Marc be left to have a rest. "The guy looks tired" he said, "Don't suppose he had much sleep last night." Marc put out his hand wanting to hold Ashley's so Clayton suggested he stay with Marc for a while. "I'll get back to the shop and leave you guys alone for a while."

Once Clayton had left them alone, Ashley kissed Marc on the lips. "I want a hug" Marc whispered. Ashley smiled and decided to strip off and join his lover in bed so he could gently hug him.

Once in bed, Marc turned towards Ashley and they kissed. "I'm sorry" Marc cried.

"Don't be daft, it's not your fault that you've been raped" Ashley exclaimed. "This Morgan guy needs to be taught a lesson he won't forget". Marc put an arm round his boyfriend's body. He felt safe with Ashley beside him.

At lunchtime Clayton stuck his head through the door to see how things were. Marc was sound asleep so Ashley carefully climbed out of the bed trying not to disturb him. "Best to let him sleep" Clayton said quietly as Ashley slipped on a pair of boxer shorts. Once in the kitchen and preparing lunch, they discussed what had happened.

"We've got to do something about this Morgan guy; we can't let him get away with this" Ashley said as he buttered several pieces of bread for their sandwiches.

"What do you suggest?" Clayton smiled knowing that Ashley would have already worked out a plan. Ashley then put to Clayton a plan of action but it needed both his and Bret's assistance. "Yeah, I could get something from the clinic that would make him fully compliant for a short while" Clayton replied having heard Ashley's plan.

"Do you reckon Bret would help? It would need the three of us I think"

"We can but ask him" Clayton grinned, "But I reckon he would; he feels as angry about this as you do".

After lunch Clayton went back to the shop and told Bret about Ashley's plan to teach Morgan a lesson he wouldn't forget. Bret loved it and immediately agreed. He'd met other guys who had made out they were anti gay but in fact were closet queens and it annoyed him. Okay he understood some guys couldn't come out publicly but to pretend they were homophobic when they were not was something he couldn't abide.

The week together was far from what they'd imagined. Ashley had planned all kinds of places to take Marc but it took several days for the results of his beating to subside. Instead he took him round a few of the well known places of interest and they discussed what work Marc could do when he moved to London since there was no doubt in his mind now that he had to get away from Morgan and his homophobic cronies.

"You could always come and work with me" Ashley blurted out one day, "I could do with an assistant as I'm getting more work than I can cope with on my own and often have to employ temporary help; your artistic skills would be useful to me and you could produce some artwork for Bret to sell in the shop and help me with developing film; I take it you know I've got a darkroom at the back of the shop."

Marc considered the idea and the more he thought about it the more he liked it. He'd never done a lot of photography but having seen the kind of work Ashley did, he decided he'd enjoy it, apart from working with the guy he loved. "I'd need to find somewhere to live" he added thoughtfully.

"Live we us" Ashley grinned, "I'm sure Bret and Clayton won't mind; what you'll earn with me will easily cover your share of the rent and general expenses; we pool everything and each pay a share at the end of the month." Marc loved the idea but didn't want to impose on the other two guys. "Marc, they both love you; well not as much as I do" he grinned, "but I'm sure they'd love to have you join us."

Over their meal that evening Ashley told the other two about his and Marc's plans. Bret and Clayton both said they were delighted to hear that Marc and Ashley were to work together and were even more delighted for him to live with them. "That's as long as you don't mind living in a shoebox" Bret laughed.

"You should see my mum's house; it's not much bigger than here and my bedroom is tiny" Marc laughed. With everything agreed they all hugged and kissed each other. The plan was that the three of them would drive Marc home to South Wales at the end of the week. They would then carry out the plan Ashley had thought up to teach Morgan a lesson he would never forget.

The drive to South Wales on the Friday afternoon was subdued. Marc kept going over in his mind what the other three were going to do with Morgan. All three were adamant they had to do something to teach him a lesson, not only because of what he'd done to Marc over the years but also to protect any other gays with whom he might come into contact. Marc knew that Morgan was a creature of habit. He also knew that an important darts match was being held that evening at the local bar and Morgan was a member of one of the teams. He'd called an acquaintance of his just to check the match was still on and the time it started. The guy he spoke to was on the opposing team and he was keen to beat Morgan's team. Marc used the excuse that he wanted to make sure he was back from London in time. The match started at seven and Marc knew that Morgan always got to the bar about an hour before to practice.

They'd driven in Bret's Vauxhall car and when they arrived in Marc's village he directed him to where Morgan lived and then round the back where the passageway to the back of the house was situated. Ashley sensed Marc flinch when he saw the entrance and held his hand. Bret slowed down so the others could see the old bake house at the end before driving off again. The place was deserted which suited them perfectly. Marc told Bret to drop him at the bus stop he normally used since he wanted to walk home as if he'd travelled back by train from London and arrived home on the bus. The others had around an hour's wait before their plan was put into action.

"Will call you tomorrow morning my love" Ashley said as he kissed and hugged Marc. The others also gave him a quick kiss before he climbed out the car and they drove off. Marc walked off home but used the long way round to avoid Morgan's place. The others drove back to it and parked in a road nearby behind a few other cars so that theirs didn't stick out like a sore thumb. To any passerby they were visiting nearby but as usual there was nobody around.

"This place feels like the depths of beyond" Clayton whispered as they climbed out the car. The others agreed and could see why Marc wanted to move to London. Having checked nobody was around or looking out of a window they walked round to the passageway that led to the back of Morgan's house. Before Bret had opened the gay book shop he'd been a locksmith so knew how to pick locks and had a set of skeleton keys. He took one look at the lock on the old bake house and smiled. "Easy" he told himself as he silently unlocked the door. They slipped inside and closed the door behind them. It was dark since the windows had long been boarded up so Ashley clicked on the small torch he'd brought with him. The place was full of junk but they saw a bench on which they could sit whilst they waited.

According to the information Marc had given them Morgan always used the back entrance when coming and going to his house. Marc said the front door was barred and never used. Quite why he had no idea but he'd never known Morgan use that entrance. As they waited, they just hoped Marc was right otherwise they'd be buggered.

They'd been there for just under the hour when they heard footsteps walking on the gravel path towards the old bake house. They quickly got into position and waited for Morgan to open the side door which he had to use to exit through the door Bret had picked. The door opened and three hearts started to race. Before Morgan had time to close the door behind him he felt a pad clamped over his face. The chloroform quickly did its job and he collapsed into Bret and Clayton's arms. They knew they had no more than ten minutes before the chloroform wore off so Clayton, being the biggest of them, threw Morgan over his shoulder and carried him back down the path whilst Bret ran ahead and Ashley followed on behind with his bag of camera equipment.

To Bret's delight he found the backdoor unlocked so walked straight in. Marc had drawn a plan of the house so they knew exactly where to go. Once in the tiny living room Ashley and Bret removed Morgan's shirt whilst Clayton prepared the injection he was to administer. He'd explained that the drug he was using would make Morgan totally compliant and he'd still have his usual faculties. It all sounded too easy to the others but Clayton assured them it was safe to use in moderation and was often used to placate volatile patients. Even so, the small dosage he'd used only lasted a couple of hours at most so they needed to act quickly.

Once Clayton had administered the injection he and Bret stripped Morgan naked whilst Ashley set up his camera equipment. His clothes were scattered over the floor as if they'd been removed in a moment of passion. Bret then stripped naked and Ashley silently chuckled when he saw Bret was already excited at the thought of what he was about to do. They'd gone through the motions of it all several times so each of them knew precisely what to do. They agreed there'd be no dialogue so that Morgan couldn't identify their voices should he ever meet them again. Bret also wore a wool pull on hat to cover his hair and part of his face just to be safe, although Ashley would make sure that his face was not included in any of the photos he was about to take. He and Clayton would remain behind the small floodlight Ashley had set up so their faces couldn't be seen either.

Ashley nodded that he was ready so Bret knelt between Morgan's legs which were now wide open. Morgan had been laid on his back in readiness for a blow job. Bret took Morgan's limp cock in his mouth and started sucking. As he did so, Morgan came to from the chloroform. Bret had already positioned Morgan's hands as if he was holding Bret's head urging him on. Much to Bret's amazement he felt the cock he was sucking start to increase in size. He continued sucking whilst Ashley took shot after shot of Bret's mouth doing its job. Every so often Bret pulled off sufficiently to show Morgan's swollen cock. He continued sucking until it was rock hard. He then grasped it in his hand and massaged it whilst Ashley continued clicking away. Morgan was now awake with a smile on his face. Ashley took several shots to show that and Morgan seemed totally unaware of the fact that a floodlight was shining on him and the action was being photographed.

When Ashley waved to indicate he had sufficient shots of the blow job, Bret lifted Morgan's legs over his chest to expose his hole. He quickly fingered it with lube and pushed just the head of his cock inside. He was tempted to give Morgan a rough fuck but they'd agreed he wouldn't do that. What they wanted was incriminating evidence of Morgan taking part in gay sex. Morgan now had a look of absolute pleasure on his face whilst Bret held the head of his cock inside the arse. Ashley took more shots to capture that look along with the cock up his arse.

Finally Bret positioned himself over Morgan's head and offered his erection for him to suck. Nobody thought he'd voluntarily open his mouth but he did so Bret thrust it in. Whilst he moved it in and out with Morgan holding his thighs, Ashley took shot after shot. Not once did Morgan look at the camera or show any sign that he was being forced to do this.

Ashley indicated he had sufficient so Morgan was turned on his side away from the other guys. Clayton administered another injection which was a sleeping draft. Bret got dressed and Ashley packed up his gear. Clayton checked that Morgan was breathing normally and they made their exit. It wasn't until they were back on the street walking back to the car that they spoke to each other.

"I can't believe that" Bret exclaimed, "The guy actually seemed to know what was going on and was enjoying it".

Clayton chuckled. "I think it clearly shows that our friend is a closet gay and his true self was coming out in his semi conscious state even though he was unaware of who else was there.

"Fucking brilliant" Ashley laughed, "When this picture show hits the road he's going to be well and truly fucked".

Meanwhile Marc was sitting on a barstool quietly sipping his beer wondering how his friends were getting on. The fact that Morgan had not shown up confirmed that things had gone to plan. He'd wished he'd been able to watch but he knew that was impossible. Morgan's team were jumping up and down wondering where the hell he was. Someone had even knocked on his front door but there was no answer or any sign of him.

"Where the fuck is he?" someone shouted, "We need that fucker".

Marc smiled to himself as he took another sip of his drink. He noticed Luc rather enjoying the fact that his ex friend had let his team down. Finally the match commenced without Morgan who'd been replaced by a last minute substitute. It was a close match and Morgan's team lost.

"I'll kill that bastard for not turning up" the team captain exclaimed. Marc chuckled as he made his way home but he made sure he went the long way round.

The following morning Ashley called to say how it had gone. "The pictures are fucking brilliant" he laughed, "When these hit the streets that bastard is going to be crucified". For a brief moment Marc felt sorry for Morgan but then remembered what he'd put him through over the years.

"If he is gay, why the hell did he make my life such a misery?"

"To protect his secret my love but soon that will be blown apart"

Two days later, Marc received the package he'd been waiting for. He rushed up to his bedroom and opened it. As he looked at each picture he couldn't believe how realistic they were. It was as if Morgan was in a porn film. It was now up to him to get them into the public domain without anyone knowing where they'd come from.

On the Friday evening there was the usual darts match at the local bar so Marc decided to attend in the hope he had an opportunity to leave the package somewhere for Luc to find. When he arrived Luc was already sitting on a bench to one side. He ignored Marc who bought his drink and sat at the end of the bar. Shortly after, Morgan walked in. He too ignored Marc which surprised Luc since he normally took every opportunity to make some derogatory remark to him. Although Luc no longer acted as Morgan's accomplice, they had remained close work colleagues. When you worked down a mine you needed someone to watch your back. Having been school friends they had continued to do that for each other despite the incident in the toilet. Morgan acknowledged Luc and tossed his jacket down beside him before joining his mates for the darts match. Marc couldn't believe his luck. Morgan leaving his jacket beside Luc provided the perfect opportunity he needed. All he now had to do was find the right time to do what he'd planned.

The darts match commenced and as usual everyone stood or sat facing the dart board. As usual, Luc sat at the back since like Marc he wasn't a darts player or that interested but over the years he'd always supported Morgan. Marc casually watched the match waiting for his opportunity. After about an hour Luc went off to the toilet. As he did so he glanced over to Marc. In no way did he want another incident like the last one. Marc pretended not to notice him go but as soon as he had he casually walked over to where he'd been sitting pretending to get a better view of the dart board. Everybody was intent on watching someone play an important point so were unaware of his presence. He casually dropped the envelope he'd had in his pocket beside Morgan and Luc's jackets.

Marc sauntered back to his bar stool just in time. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Luc return. He immediately noticed the envelope and picked it up thinking it must have dropped out of Morgan's pocket. He read the message on the envelope which said 'Thanks for a great time last Friday with J and me. Thought you'd like a memento of what we did!' It was signed G. Luc thought for a moment since it was that Friday when Morgan hadn't turned up for the important match. He'd told his mates on the darts team that he'd been unwell, taken a pain killer and fallen asleep. In reality he'd woken up stark naked on his living room floor with his clothes scattered everywhere. He couldn't work out what had happened although he had recollections of having sex with a guy which he assumed he must have dreamt. What he also knew was that he'd enjoyed the experience albeit in a dream.

Luc noticed the envelope was unsealed so he peered inside. He gasped when he saw the top photo. He pulled them out and flipped through each one. There was no doubt that one of the guys was Morgan since he could see the scar on Morgan's shoulder. He'd been injured down the mine and had been left with the scar. Luc had often seen it when they showered at the mine. What shocked him was that Morgan appeared to be having consensual sex with the other guy who he didn't recognise although his face was not that clear in any of the photos. It certainly wasn't Marc since this guy was a lot bigger.

"What the fuck" Luc exclaimed as he once again flipped through each picture. Several guys turned to look at him and Luc glared at Morgan who was standing nearby. "You lied" he shouted at Morgan, "Last Friday you were busy sucking a guy's cock". Marc smiled to himself but continued sipping his drink as if nothing had happened.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Morgan shouted. Luc threw the photos at him and they scattered across the floor. Several guys picked one up and gasped. Morgan froze and went white. He immediately remembered what he'd thought had been a dream. He picked up the remaining photos and looked at them before running out the bar. Guys who'd picked one up passed them round for all to see. Whilst all this had kicked off, Marc had made a quick exit without anyone seeing. It would be the last time he'd ever frequent the bar since the following day he was off to London to start a new life. Things had worked out perfectly and Morgan had been taught a lesson he'd never forget. In fact over the next few weeks his life was made hell. His work colleagues called him every name under the sun, most of which were homophobic. Luc refused to have anything to do with him ever again.

When Marc announced to his mother that he was leaving home and moving to London she shrugged her shoulders. "What you going to do for a living?"

"Art and assist a friend of mine with his photographic business". She nodded showing little interest and never once asked where he was going to live so he decided not to tell her. On the Saturday morning after he'd dropped Morgan into the mire the night before, he finalised his packing. He only had personal items to pack and even those he'd pruned to the bare essentials since he knew there was not much room in the flat he'd be sharing with his boyfriend and the other guys. Once packed, he carried his battered suitcase downstairs along with his rucksack which was bulging. "I'm off mum" he called but there was no reply. He went into the kitchen and then the small living room but there was no sign of her. He glanced into the small garden but she was not there either. "Where the fuck is she" he exclaimed out loud. He then realised her coat and bag had gone. He couldn't believe that she'd go out without saying anything knowing he was leaving home for good that morning. "Fuck her" he cried as he scribbled a note telling her he'd gone and if she needed him anytime to call the number he'd left. He grabbed his bags and set off. He just hoped he wouldn't meet anyone he knew because he wasn't in the mood to be civil.

Finally he was on the train to London and just hoped he'd never have to return ever again. Having settled into his seat he calmed down. A rather nice young guy sat opposite him who smiled. It lifted Marc's spirits and soon he forgot what he'd left behind. "Visiting London" the guy asked.

"Nope, moving down for good"

"Ah" the guy grinned, "you won't regret it; I moved there two years ago and love it. Only come back about once a year to see my folks but would never return permanently." Marc nodded and smiled. He doubted he'd ever return.

He first walked into the shop to see if Ashley was there. Bret came over to him immediately and gave him a big hug and a kiss. "It's lovely to see you Marc; Ashley has been excited all morning waiting to see you; he's upstairs and Clayton is on duty; welcome to your new home." Marc's whole body tingled with pleasure. Not only was he going to be living with the guy he loved but two other guys who also wanted him. He couldn't be happier. Bret had even got a spare flat key ready and gave it to him so he left him to man the shop and made his way into the flat. He silently opened the front door hoping to surprise Ashley but he'd been waiting for the door to open so was down the stairs almost before Marc had time to pull in his luggage.

"At last you're here" Ashley grinned as he almost picked Marc up in his arms and kissed him. "I've been so looking forward to you finally moving in." Marc grinned and threw his arms round his lover. He too was excited at the thought that they'd now be living together permanently and would have his sexy body beside him every night. Just the thought made him form an erection and from what he could feel Ashley had too. "Here, let me give you a hand with these" Ashley said excitedly and picked up the battered suitcase that contained most of Marc's life. Once upstairs they walked into what was now to be their room and plonked the luggage on the floor. Ashley again pulled his boyfriend into his arms and kissed him. "God I've missed you so much during the last week; I kept on thinking about how you were going to plant the evidence and hoping you wouldn't get caught doing so; I love you so much."

Marc grinned and gave Ashley another hug, squeezing their bodies close together. He could feel the hardness of Ashley's cock pressing against his and he was so tempted to strip him naked there and then and make love. Instead he explained how easy it had been in the end to plant the evidence for Luc to find as if it had fallen out of Morgan's pocket. He then went through what happened next and how Luc exploded and almost hit Morgan as he threw the photos on the floor for other guys to pick up and see. "By the time I quietly slipped out I felt quite sorry for Morgan; the poor guy didn't know what had hit him but I could sense him going over and over what must have still been in his mind from the week before and what he saw in the photos."

"In view of what he's done to you and the pain he's caused over the years you certainly don't need to feel sorry for the bastard."

"Yeah I know, but to be exposed in front of his mates must have been a hell of a shock for him."

"Your trouble is that you're too kind but that's what I love about you" Ashley grinned as he pulled Marc's face into yet another kiss. As he did so he ground his erection against Marc's, knowing full well the effect he was having on him. Finally he pulled out of the kiss and suggested they do some unpacking. He'd made room in the wardrobe and the chest of drawers for Marc's things and found space for his personal stuff such as his laptop. This just left his art materials and a portable easel.

When everything was stashed away, Ashley picked up the battered suitcase and Marc's rucksack. He then told Marc to follow him. He opened a door off the landing which Marc had noticed before but had never thought to ask where it led to. "Got a surprise for you" Ashley grinned as he led the way. Once up a flight of stairs to the top floor of the building, they entered a room beneath the eaves. It had been cleaned out and the wooden floorboards had clearly been recently varnished. "This is our studio" Ashley beamed. Whilst Marc looked round the space, Ashley stored the suitcase and rucksack in a cupboard at the end of the room. "It used to be just a junk room for storing old stock but once we knew you were moving in we cleared it out for you to use as a studio when you want to paint and for me to use for photographic work. Bret reckons he could sell homoerotic artwork and photographic studies we produce. I've always wanted to do nude studies and we reckon there are plenty of guys around willing to pose naked for me to photograph and you to paint. What do you think?"

Marc grinned, "Yeah, sounds a brilliant idea and the light in here will just about be okay". They once again fell into each other's arms and kissed. The earlier erections were soon raising their heads again and they grinned at each other as they pressed them together.

"God you're so sexy" Ashley groaned as they ground them together and kissed with tongues flitting in and out and hands reaching inside their T shirts and down the front of their jeans. "Want to take you to bed" he groaned in between the kisses. Marc had no objection to that so they made their way back down to their room.

They both hastily undressed and whilst Marc turned to place his clothes on a chair, Ashley slipped his arms around Marc's waist and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. Marc knew he'd never get tired of that feeling, the warm rush of breath against his skin that made his skin tingle and pulse race.

When Marc turned round he rolled his hips and slipped his hand between them; he could feel Ashley's cock hardening. Ashley didn't say anything but he made a small sound and took in a sharp breath. Marc grinned and trailed kisses up Ashley's throat until he caught his mouth with his own. They stood for a long moment at the end of the bed, kissing and touching each other.

Ashley wrapped his fingers around Marc's cock and started a slow stroke. The head of Marc's erection grazed against his own with every pass of his hand and all he could think about was the two of them coming together, spilling out white heat all over each other, getting sticky and messy. As if Marc was reading his mind, he wrapped his fingers around both of their cocks, stroking them together. "Oh god, that feels so good," Marc hissed. Another desperate sound escaped when the rough pad of Ashley's thumb circled the head of Marc's cock, slicking its way through clear fluid. "Don't stop," he whispered as he rocked his hips harder, forcing a faster rhythm into Ashley's hand. Ashley's strokes got rougher, full of intention, and Marc knew he was trying to get them off in a rush, quick and dirty,

The sound Ashley heard from Marc was wild, unbelieving, and overwhelming. Marc started to rock his hips harder as Ashley wrapped his free hand around the base of Marc's cock, stroking him with every motion. Marc let out a muffled moan as Ashley tightened his grip around his cock and slipped a fingertip against Marc's entrance. With the new sensation, Marc thrust his hips in one sharp snap. "Oh shit" he muttered and felt the warm seed shoot out between their naked bodies.

Once he was spent, Marc dropped to the floor and took Ashley's stiff cock into his mouth. He sucked with the same intensity that Ashley had massaged him and within seconds he was rewarded with the taste of beautiful cum.

"Wow, I needed that" Ashley grinned once Marc had stood again and they fell into another kiss. Without letting go of each other they managed to collapse onto the bed and gently kiss each other as their hands caressed their nakedness. It was just wonderful and Marc felt tears form in his eyes. He'd never been so happy.

Quite how long they stayed in each other's arms neither knew but suddenly a voice at the open door said "Oops sorry guys". They both looked up and grinned. It was Clayton who'd now returned from his afternoon shift at the clinic. Ashley waved him in since they'd all seen each other stark naked before. Clayton sat on the edge of the bed and kissed Marc, offering another welcome to his new home and then Ashley. Marc loved the way the guys showed their love to each other and he immediately felt he was now home.

Over the next few weeks Marc settled into his new home. He loved waking up each morning with a warm naked body beside him and he fitted in well with the other two guys. He also enjoyed roaming naked round the flat with the others even watching one another have sex every so often. Sometimes they'd have threesomes and even foursomes which Marc also enjoyed. He'd never felt so happy and told Ashley "You're my hero" since had he not met him he'd probably still be stuck in a small mining village where the majority of people considered him perverse, including his mother.

Marc and Ashley worked well together since they had different skills which complemented each other. Ashley found Marc's artistic abilities worked well with his technical photographic skills for the assignments he was involved in which were mainly photographing products for advertising, catalogues and websites. Now he had a studio to use, most of the work was done there. Marc's artistic skills came in very useful when deciding how to position things and angles to use. Ashley then used his skills for things like lighting and exposure.

They also advertised in the shop for willing guys to pose nude for Ashley to photograph and Marc to draw. To their surprise several applied from which they selected six good looking guys. Over a period of weeks each guy was invited to the studio and Marc sketched whilst Ashley took photographs. The final pictures were then sold in the shop and after a while they couldn't keep up with the demand. This led to personal commissions, some guys on their own and others as couples, all in the nude of course.

Now that Marc had money of his own he purchased his own leather trousers which hugged his body and showed off his attributes perfectly. He included a pair of short boots, an open fronted waistcoat, tight fitting T shirts and a frilly white shirt if he was going somewhere smarter than a club or a bar. He knew he wasn't butch enough for the master look and he didn't want to be a slave but the tight leather trousers certainly caused eyes to turn when he frequented clubs and bars. Gradually more were opening for the gay community in London and the four guys made good use of them.

"Who fancies some trolling on the heath tonight?" Bret asked whilst they ate their meal one evening. Marc looked at Bret somewhat bemused and asked what he meant. The others laughed.

"You guys forget I'm an innocent Welsh poof from a small mining town" Marc said indignantly.

"I'm sorry my love" Ashley said trying to placate him.

"Yeah, sorry Marc" Clayton grinned, "but from what I've seen you're hardly innocent". Marc blushed and Clayton explained. "The heath is Hampstead Heath and at night gay guys wander round looking for sex with other guys."

"Anonymous sex in the open you mean?"

"Yeah, precisely" Ashley chuckled, "but if you don't want to go I'll stay and Bret and Clayton can go on their own."

"Fuck no; it sounds good fun; never had sex under the stars; and you do it with anyone?"

"Yes, providing you like the look of them" Bret laughed, "We're not total slags".

"You could have fooled me" Clayton laughed.

"Fuck you" Bret grinned.

"Don't worry my love I probably will beneath the open sky with other guys watching on" Clayton retorted.

"So I take it everyone's up for it" Bret grinned.

"Yeah" the other three cried.

Once they'd cleared away the dishes, Ashley told Marc to strip and put on an old T shirt, an old pair of jeans and a pair of old trainers. "Most guys take off their jeans and T shirt but always keep your shoes on" Ashley grinned.

"And guys fuck each other?" Marc grinned.

"Fuck, suck, rim, finger; whatever you agree to but for safety we all stay together just in case a guy gets a bit too heavy; you're sure you want to do this?"

Marc grinned and pulled Ashley into a kiss. "As long as you're with me; and I shall want you to fuck me beneath the night sky with other guys watching on".

"Try and stop me" Ashley giggled and grabbed Marc's bollocks inside his jeans. Having his tackle flapping around inside his jeans without underwear was already causing it to react.

At just gone eleven, Bret stopped the car where guys trolling the heath always parked. They made their way into the depths of the heath where they knew guys would be searching for sex. On their way through they saw two guys busy at it. One was stark naked and bent over a fallen tree with another fucking like mad. Marc's cock went from soft to hard within seconds. By the time they found more guys ready and waiting for action, Marc was rock hard. The four of them stripped off and guys nearby moved round to have a good look. Within seconds the action was underway. A young guy, who was also stark naked, moved up to Marc and bent him over. He'd prepared his arse for action so the guy's cock slipped in easily.

"Yeah, beautiful arse to fuck" the guy gasped as he fucked away. Ashley was next to him making sure his boyfriend was okay whilst he was fucking another equally gorgeous naked guy. Clayton and Bret were busy sucking two guys off nearby whilst others watched on massaging themselves.

The action continued for well over an hour and several fucks took place. Before they walked back to the car, Marc made sure that his lover fucked him under the stars which delighted him no end.

"Did you enjoy that Marc?" Bret chuckled once they were on their way home.

"Fucking brilliant" he exclaimed from the back of the car where he was enjoying Ashley's attentions.

One Friday night all four decided to go to the club under the arches at Charing Cross. The place was packed and Marc enjoyed looking at the number of young guys all round him. They too seemed to enjoy looking at his tight leather trousers which left little to the imagination at the front. One particular guy caught his attention and he reached down to scratch his balls and reposition his cock. It had taken far too much interest in the guy's arse and almost every vein could be seen beneath the tight leather. When the guy turned round Bret recognised him as a friend he'd not seen for a while. He introduced the other guys and they stood and chatted. As Ben gazed at Marc's naked chest beneath his open leather waistcoat, he asked if they'd heard about the new private members' club called 'Twelve'. Bret said they hadn't and Ben explained it was in east London.

Ben told them what went on at the club and the guys became even more interested. "They're currently recruiting more members at the moment until they reach their maximum. You can only get membership if you're introduced by another member but if you're interested I could act as your sponsor."

"What do you reckon guys?" Bret asked clearly interested by the look of the large bulge at the front of his leather trousers. The other three said they were definitely interested from what they'd heard so it was agreed that Ben would meet them at the shop the following evening and he'd take them to 'Twelve'.

Marc asked why the club was called 'Twelve' and Ben explained it was the number of the street in which it was situated. The club was run by two guys who lived in an old property in a back street where most other buildings were now used for small businesses. The guys ran a small business on the ground floor and lived on the upper floors. They'd converted the large basement into the club area. "It's all very discreet" Ben laughed, "You go in the side entrance down a narrow alleyway and exit from the back. They plan to limit the number at any one time to about thirty once they reach their membership limit. I know the two guys so I can get you signed up okay." Bret laughed and guessed how he knew the two guys since Ben loved sex with whoever he could find.

The following evening Ben arrived at nine thirty as planned. It took them just on thirty minutes to reach Shoreditch where the private club was situated. It was open from ten at night until six in the morning so they all looked forward to several hours of fun and games. Ben knocked on the side door situated down the side alley and almost in darkness. A small hatch opened and Ben showed the guy inside his membership card. They were ushered in and met by a very nice looking guy who was naked. Once he'd signed up the four new members and the joining and entrance fees had been paid, he gave each of them a canvass bag in which to put their clothes. Ben led them down to the basement where they met another equally nice looking naked guy. They handed over the bottles of beer and a bottle of Vodka they'd brought with them since every member was expected to provide sufficient liquor for consumption during their stay. The club provided snacks and soft drinks but nothing alcoholic since they weren't licensed. For that matter the local authority had no knowledge of them, hence the reason why it was a membership club and kept very discreet.

They all stripped stark naked and stuffed their clothes into the canvass bag having made a mental note of the number printed on it for later collection. These were then handed over to the guy who grinned as he admired the four new beauties now on show. Ben then led them all into the main area of the club which was a large room with a screen at one end. Gay porn was showing and the floor was covered with a large plastic covered mattress with cushions scattered around. Naked guys were sprawled over the floor. Some were lying back looking at the porn whilst playing with their cocks and others were enjoying sex with each other. As Ben had explained, the whole purpose of the club was to provide an environment where you could have casual sex with whoever you liked for a whole eight hours.

Within seconds of finding somewhere to lay their naked bodies, the four guys felt their cocks reacting. Partly due to what was showing on screen but also to what was going on around them. They decided to split up so Marc and Ashley found a spot on one side of the room leaving Bret and Clayton to find another. Ben was soon involved with a friend of his and being given a good suck. Seeing the two new cocks on offer, guys either side of Marc and Ashley were soon showing interest.

"Yeah, fucking beautiful cock" the guy servicing Marc groaned as he sucked away. After a while he looked up, "Would love to feel that cock inside me" he grinned. Marc was more than willing so the guy went on his knees and offered himself. The guy was a good fuck and when Marc had finished, Ashley took over whilst Marc moved to the guy he'd been servicing. He wanted to fuck Marc so soon had his big cock inside him.

In between sessions of sex, they drank whatever was on offer and enjoyed smoking pot that was doing the rounds. By six the following morning, Marc had been well fucked with cum spilling out of him. He'd never had so much fun and from what he could see, neither had Ashley. The four found their clothes and made their exit which as Ben had explained came out at the back of the building into another street. As they made their way home they all agreed they'd certainly be back for more on either the Friday or Saturday night it was open each week.

Marc and Ashley's love for each other grew even more as the weeks went by. They loved working together and the photographic business went from strength to strength with Marc's artistic involvement. He also produced plenty of artwork for selling in the shop and made a name for himself in the field of nude males. But beyond everything else, they loved their sex. Not only with each other, which was passionate, but with other guys as well which was just good fun. One night they went to the leather club to have fun. Bret and Clayton were doing something else that night so it was just the two of them who turned up in their leather gear. They wore their long leather coats to make their way there and once inside left these in the cloakroom before moving into the club wearing their leather chaps with their naked arse on show. Ashley also wore his leather harness to show off his hairy chest and Marc wore his leather waistcoat to show off his sexy smooth one. There was a buzz in the club because a new member was to be initiated. Marc thought back to when he'd undergone his initiation and the thought of being fucked by all those present made his cock twitch with excitement.

The guy being initiated was led into the room by a member called Rick. Marc remembered him from when he'd fucked him during his initiation. Rick was twenty five and a big guy both in terms of stature and cock. He always loved being in the dominant position but had never had his own submissive. He led in a stark naked guy who had a large chain round his neck and his head down looking at the floor. Once he was in the centre of the room he bent him over a fuck bench and spanked his arse with a leather flogger until it was bright red. Rick unfastened the front of his chaps and his enormous cock stuck out like a tree trunk.

"What you want me to do to you boy?" Rick asked.

"Fuck me sir"

"Say it again" Rick said as he gave the guy another spank with the whip.

"Fuck me please sir"

"That's better" Rick grinned as he thrust his big cock up the guy's arse making him wince slightly as it went in.

Marc moved forward to get a better look. He was sure he recognised the voice of the guy being fucked. It was in a Welsh accent and as the guy groaned Marc suddenly knew who it was. He moved back to where Ashley was standing and whispered into his ear. "It's Morgan; what the fuck is he doing here?" He hardly recognised him because his hair had been cut short and his body hair had all been shaved off including his pubes.

One by one the members fucked Morgan, several of them leaving cum inside him. Ashley and Marc watched on not sure what to do. "Told you the guy was in the closet; looks like he's at last come out" Ashley chuckled. "I'm gonna give him a good long hard fuck for what he did to you" he added as he moved forward to take his turn. Marc watched Ashley penetrate Morgan with his big cock and for a brief moment he felt sorry for him even though he still couldn't work out why he'd bullied him for so many years. Had he been honest with Marc, he'd have been happy to have him as a friend and a fuck buddy.

Finally Ashley finished his fuck having deposited his seed inside him. He looked over to Marc and grinned. "Come on, give him a good fuck; he's got a gorgeous arse." Marc moved forward still not sure what to do but the guys round him were urging him on so he stuffed his cock into the well opened hole and fucked away although he didn't really enjoy it.

Once done, Rick untied his submissive and stood him up. "Well done boy, you're now officially my sub". Rick then removed the chain round Morgan's neck and replaced it with a leather one. He was led into another room where he was tied to a St Andrews cross facing outwards for all to see. His cock was rock hard and Rick knelt down to suck it. Several guys gathered round to watch. They knew Rick loved to tease the guys he dominated and would get a guy almost to the point of shooting his load and then back off. He'd do it time and time again until the guy was begging to be allowed to shoot his load. He'd pinch his nipples, squeeze his balls and flick his erection with his flogger. Rick wrapped a rope round the base of Morgan's bollocks and tied it tight making his cock stand out erect. He licked, teased and sucked it but not enough to let him reach a climax. Marc could see that Morgan was at bursting point before Rick finally let him shoot his cum.

Still Morgan hadn't seen Marc standing there as he watched on but when Rick finally allowed him to shoot his load and let him relax for a while, Morgan looked up and saw him. For a moment he didn't know what to say. His mind flashed back to all the things he'd done to Marc and he felt ashamed.

"Please sir" Morgan called to Rick, "May I speak sir?" Rick nodded and walked over to where Morgan was still tied up. Morgan whispered something to Rick who looked over to where Marc was standing and beckoned him over.

"My boy would like a word with you Marc" Rick said kindly.

To find out what Morgan has to say to Marc, read 'My Hero (part 2)'.

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