Anglo-American Relations : by (c) Hamilton Joyce Mm tv He had just played the 12th, The Keep, when it began. Huge drops of rain fell into the summer dust making moon craters. Lightning flashed. I counted under my breath. The thunder was deafening, a great clap and then secondary rolling rumbles: 'One mile away,' I said. 'It's going to be heavy. We'll not get back to the clubhouse.' 'There's the green-keeper's hut over there. I don't think he locks it.' He did not offer to help carry his bag of clubs as we ran the hundred or so yards. After all, I was the caddie! Inside it was warm and dry, the rain beating a tattoo on the corrugated-iron roof. The green-keeper made himself comfortable here. There was even a primus stove and kettle for brewing up his tea. I propped the clubs against the old red-velvet settee, broken-backed and sagging in the middle. 'I'm not too wet. You okay?' He was stripping his shirt off, to hang it over a chair. I remember thinking how muscular his chest was, and wishing I was like that. Also, I was surprised it was hairless. I realize now that although he seemed to me, at fourteen, very old, he was probably no more than twenty two or three. Anyway, I followed his lead, and hung my damp shirt on the door latch. He sat on the settee, which sagged even more under his weight. 'Reckon it's going to take an hour or so to pass. Shouldn't think there's anyone else left out on the course by now.' It was early on a summer Monday morning, and we had seemed to be the only people on the course when he teed off. 'Kill some time?' He unzipped the pocket on his golf-bag and pulled out a couple of magazines. He threw one on the settee beside him. 'You won't find that boring!' And opened the other one. It was well-worn! I picked up the magazine and sat beside him. With the seat sagging, I could not avoid my leg touching his. He did not seem to mind. I often jerked off, of course, and used the pictures in a booklet called 'Health And Efficiency' to spur me on. It was very innocent, really, and pretended to be a 'naturist publication' The nudes, always solitary men and women in artistic poses, had their cunts and cocks either hidden by convenient foliage etc. or air-brushed away. This American book was altogether different. Not only were the men and women complete in all respects, they were actually 'doing it', as we boys used to say. My cock hardened instantly. Cocks in mouths, in cunts, even in arseholes. 'I've just got to!' The Lieutenant astounded me by unzipping his flies and pulling his cock out. I could not take my eyes off it. I had never seen one as big as that before. Half as long again as mine and twice as broad, with its great red plum, and throbbing blue veins. I had often seen cocks as we boys used to wank together...I expect boys still do. But this was different. I was fascinated, and, I must admit, excited by it. He was slowly running his right hand up and down the shaft, turning the pages with his left. I unzipped, too, and took my cock out. For probably five minutes we sat close together, jerking off. I was silent, embarrassed a bit by masturbating in the presence of an adult, and aware our bodies were touching. Also I could see out of the corner of my eye that his book was different than mine. Men, naked and erect. Men embracing. Men with their cocks in other men's mouths. Men with their cocks in other men's bottoms. I found myself looking at his book as he turned the pages, letting mine fall to the sandy floor. And. of course, looking at that magnificent weapon. 'Hotter than yours, eh? 'I've never seen...' 'Sexy, though?' How I would have liked to reach out and feel his cock, twitching and pulsing in my grasp. But I dare not. 'I'll show you what's even better!' He was on his knees in the dust in front of me. His mouth was over my cock. I felt the warmth and wetness of a mouth for the first time. He gripped my thighs high up, his hands up the legs of my shorts, as he sucked and gobbled. I lay back in a daze of pleasure. This beat jerking off. I felt myself coming. I took his head in both hands, his regulation crew-cut feeling strange to me, and tried to lift his mouth away from me. It did not occur to me he would want my spunk in his mouth. He reacted by sucking even harder, his head bobbing up and down even faster. 'I'm going to come!' He swallowed it all, and kept my cock in his mouth while it twitched and throbbed its final spasms. Sitting beside me, he picked the book up again. 'Can I? Shall I..?' 'Do you want to?' I nodded. 'Well, why not?' He dropped the book and stretched his legs out, lifting his arse to pull his trousers and undershorts down to his ankles. I thought he looked so masculine and virile. 'You look like Conan on the cover of my book.' He laughed. 'Now that's a complement!' I ran a hand over his legs, covered with fine golden hair. The same gold as the tight curls that covered the base of his belly, and the longer strands at the base of his cock. My hand moved from his thigh to hold his cock. I could hardly get my fist around it. I could feel the hard muscle beneath the soft, warm skin. 'Only Conan hasn't got a crew cut!' He laughed again. 'I guess the Base Commander would Get a heart attack if I turned out with flowing gold locks. Though I can think of a couple of other lieutenants who might be pleased.' He pronounced the word 'lootenants'. As he spoke I lowered my head and kissed his knob. I tasted the tiny drop of fluid there. It tasted like mine, of course. Then I took his knob into my mouth. I had to stretch my jaw. But it felt nice against my lips and tongue, warm and firm and silky. His right hand was combing through my hair. I am blonde like him, though I allowed it to grow a lot longer than he did. His free hand caressed my neck and shoulders. I thought about those pictures in his book, thought it would be nice to be held in his muscular arms, to kiss him. Unthinking, I let him slip into my mouth. I was astonished to find I could take nearly all of it before it touched my throat and I gagged a second. I sucked as I lifted my head, and the dropped my mouth over it again, stopping it with a fist clenched round the root. He was murmuring his appreciation and endearments. 'That's good! Like that. You've a lovely clear skin. You're lovely! Just like that. I love your soft hair.' One hand round his cock, I could reach his balls with the other. As he stretched out, I cradled them, as if testing their weight. He was moaning now. I felt behind them for the hard muscle there. I caressed it. 'I'm coming!' My mouth was filled with spunk. I swallowed. I loved it. My cock went hard again. Since that first day, to have my mouth filled with cum always makes me hard, no matter how soft and worn-out before. And then my other fantasy was fulfilled. Sitting beside him on the couch, he took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips, his tongue exploring my mouth, and then retreating so I could enter his. He held my cock, hard. 'I can see you liked that!' He laughed. 'But the rain's stopped.' Indeed, un-noticed in our passion, the drumbeat on the roof had ceased. 'Better get dressed. Now it's fine again someone could come. That wouldn't be a good idea.' 'Can we again? I mean, that was...' 'Quite something, wasn't it? Your Mom let you out in the evening?' I nodded, 'Till ten thirty in the summer, sir.' 'Good. I got some friends from the base round Friday night at seven. Join us. You'll find it fun. And don't call me sir, Johnny, call me Cy.' .................................................. Lieutenant Cy lived in old Mr Mathieson's house at the top of the hill .He had rented a few rooms off the old man, and when Mr Mathieson died the family kept him on. The US Base paid good rents. He shared it now with another Lieutenant, as short and slender as he himself was tall broad and muscular My heart raced as I walked up the street. I wondered if the other officer sucked. I guessed he did. Cy had said it would be fun. Would this be an orgy? They said the Yanks had orgies. I did so hope it was. The door opened as soon as I rang: he must have been waiting for me. I hoped he was as eager for me as I was for him. He was wearing a rather worn-out looking tartan dressing gown. No party, I'm afraid. There's an exercise at the base, and most of the officers and all the enlisted men .got to be there. So it's just me and Bobbie. He shares the house with me.' The disappointment must have showed in my face: I had so fantasized about scenes such as those I had seen in his magazine. 'Never mind, Johnny, we'll make sure you have a good time all the same. 'Hey! Now you look like John Carter warlord of Mars.' 'What do you think?' 'I think you look great!' He was naked when he slipped off the old dressing gown, naked that is except for a harness of black leather across his chest and hips, a black leather belt studded with brass, a matching arm band showing off the biceps on his right arm, and above all, a bronze cock ring, slipped over his penis and round his balls. His chest was smooth (I later found out he waxed it), but his muscular thighs glinted with red-gold hair, and his cock hang elegantly from a mat of the same. 'Like a warrior!' 'I guess I am a warrior. A soldier at all events. But I dress like this sometimes for Bobbie. It turns him on. And he dresses to turn me on. You'll see. I think you're turned on a bit aren't you, Johnny?' He folded me in his arms and as we kissed, my hands round the back of him, on his naked buttocks. He felt me, holding my cock through my trousers. 'I guessed so. Now let's look!' He had my belt buckle undone in a second, and my shorts were round my ankles. I had bathed (usually I only bathed once a week in those days), and put on clean underpants. There was no real need, as he had those off in a second, and my shirt too. I bent and took off my socks and shoes, while he caressed my bottom, bent towards him. I stood up and felt his cock stiffen between my buttocks, pressing onto my secret arsehole. Then it slipped between my thighs and pushed up against my balls. I reached between my legs and held it. He laughed. 'You do like cock, don't you!' I turned my head and we kissed. The second time I had kissed a man. My cock was hard, and I felt one of his great hairy hands reach round me and grasp it lightly. His tongue slipped into my mouth as he cradled my balls, so much smaller than his, in his other hand. He stroked and tickled them, murmuring how soft and smooth I was. He was licking the back of my neck now, and I could feel the tingle of his hairy thighs against my bottom and thighs. 'Is this a private party or can anyone join in?' The voice was deep, sexy, a southern drawl. I looked to the door. Leaning against the jam was the sexiest girl I'd seen in months. She was flaunting her sexuality. Dressed in a pale blue silk dress so tight it hugged her figure, she stood on one gold high-heeled slipper, the other resting on the door jam. The classic whore's pose. But it was not only that which was sexy. Her smooth, ebony skin contrasted shockingly with the long ash-blonde wig. I took her in. Long, slender legs up to that mini-skirted dress: a lovely rounded bum: trim waist and flat belly: tiny tits, nipples showing through the satin: smiling, pretty face, with no tarty harshness about it, despite the provocative pose and dress. 'Meet Roberta. Bobbie. Lootenant MacBrown.' By way of introduction, she pressed herself against me so I was sandwiched between naked muscle and blue satin. She kissed me, long and hard, and her hand slipped down to join Cy's, on my cock and balls. We stood there for minutes. 'Bobbie, sweetie, get us some drinks. My usual and something sweet but strong for the boy. Then we can get down to some real fun.' I sat on the settee. Cy thumped down beside me. I watched her bending over to fix the drinks, and found myself wanting to see that pretty bottom naked. 'And take that gaff out!' She laughed, and reached up under the hem of her dress, into her panties, and took out a white plastic contraption, a flatter version of the box we used to use to protect ourselves playing cricket. The illusion of femininity was spoiled by the resulting lump her cock made in the smooth satin dress, but I found myself wanting to see her naked, even more intensely. My little cock stood and was throbbing. My drink was green, syrupy-sweet, and very strong. Cy and Bobby drained theirs in one, so I did too. I felt it warm my throat and stomach and then go to my head immediately. I really was squashed between the two, my thighs touching hairy muscles on one side, and sleek, glossy stockings the other. Cy had his arm round my shoulder, his hand stroking my chest and sometimes gently rolling a nipple between finger and thumb. Bobbie was caressing my thighs and belly. My cock stood bolt upright from my closed legs. 'Did you ever feel such smooth, soft skin?' 'You're right there, Bobbie.' Bobbie eased away from me a bit, and still caressing me, parted my legs just a little. 'I just got too!' She leaned over and I felt her warm, wet mouth over my knob. Her blonde hair flowed over my thighs. I knew it was a wig, so I resisted the urge to run my fingers through it. Instead I fondled the smooth skin of her neck and bare shoulders. It felt soft, but hard muscle inside. 'Hey! Don't make him cum yet!' In fact there was no real danger of that. Probably because of the drink ( I was not used to alcohol then). I was enjoying her lips and tongue on my little cock, but was in no danger of coming yet. Cy was still caressing my chest, but had leaned over me and was also licking and nibbling at my other nipple. I reached over and felt his hard cock, grasping it close to the root. 'Sit up Bobbie, and suck him that way.' 'He wants to get at your arse, sweetie,' she said as she propped herself against the settee's satin cushions. 'Astride me, and ... Yes, like that.' Now I was sitting astride her, as she lay back, half-propped. My thighs were over her tits, and I thought I could feel her nipples through the fabric, pressing into my soft flesh there. She had her arms round my arse, and pulled me towards her, her lips seeking my cock again. I had to support myself with both hands gripping the back of the settee, while she again sucked and gobbled me. Cy was kneeling precariously behind me now, and I was again sandwiched, smothered in flesh. I felt Bobbie stretch my buttocks apart. Cy murmured 'Lovely!' and I felt the bristles of his cheek on my arsecheeks. Then he kissed my arsehole. I must have squealed with surprise and they both laughed, Bobbie's smothered by my cock deep in her throat. He was licking me. I felt his tongue Licking round and round my arsehole, and then it slipped inside for a second, withdrew, and slipped in again. I giggled. 'Like that?' 'It tickles, but it's nice. Don't stop.' 'You rimming him, honey?' 'Mmmm' The tongue had taken on a rhythm now. It would slide in, move round one way, and then circle the other, before sliding out. Then the cycle again. Bobbie was sucking on my cock, and stroking my balls. Her arms were round my back now, kneading, stroking, fondling, leaving my arse for Cy's great paws. 'So smooth, so cute....' he kept murmuring as he stroked my thighs and bottom. He must have been prepared, with the tube under the cushions or something, because even without stopping the licking he had got some gel on his fingers. I felt the slippery stroked between my legs, around my anus, and then a finger slipped in, replacing his tongue. I squeaked, but it was nice to feel it there. The finger moved exactly as the tongue had. In, round one way, stretching, round the other, and then out. While it was in it seemed to be caressing me deep inside, as I felt a clear heightening of my excitement. (I now know what he was caressing!). I was really fucking Bobbie in the mouth now as my excitement rose. I could just see her face if I tried, and her eyes were closed as if entranced. My arse must have been loosening up, because I heard Cy murmur, 'Two fingers in you now. Nice?' 'Nice,' I muttered and concentrated on fucking that full-lipped mouth. 'I think you're ready!' There was a gap in the action behind me. I took no notice, enjoying my fuck-suck, no notice at least until I felt his great cock penetrate me. There was a sudden pain. 'You're too big!' I shouted and tried to pull away. 'Won't last!' he said, and shoved till the full length was in, his hairy thighs touching my bottom. The intense pain had gone, but I still felt very full as he pulled out as far as his knob, and then slowly thrust in again. He was right. The pain had gone. What was left was not exactly pleasure, but was ok. I suppose everyone remembers his first one. But my memory is sharp and clear. I recall thinking, as his shaft slipped in and out, that if I could take Cy then I could take anyone. Nobody, not even Mason the Captain of School rugby had a cock as broad as his. I thought of other boys, in my own class and younger than Mason, and what it would feel like to have them fuck me. Suddenly, not gradually, I found I was really enjoying it. Amazed, I heard my own voice shouting 'Harder! Fuck me harder! Faster! Please! ' I could hear Cy grunting as his thighs bashed into my bottom, his balls swinging against me with each crashing thrust. 'Jesus! You're up for it!' hr gasped. I was almost fucking Bobbie's face, as I moved my hips back and forth meeting each push into me. I let go my grip on the back of the settee, and grasped her shoulders instead. The flesh was firm, and the ebony skin wonderfully smooth. I felt myself coming, and again heard myself shouting my pleasure. As I spurted into Bobbie's welcoming mouth, I felt Cy come deep inside me. His cock slipped smoothly in and out, lubricated by great gushes of hot come. Cy and myself slipped sideways along the settee. I felt my anus expel his cock, nowhere near as big now! I realized the feeling of the cock slipping out after fucking was among the most sensual a man can experience. 'Better wash up.' He laughed. 'Jesus! That was good.' In the bathroom I washed his cock, and dried it while he washed my arse. I noticed he couldn't resist slipping a finger up me again. 'I think I've had enough for today, Cy. Next time!' Bobbie was sitting where we had left her, and was repairing her make-up using a little hand-mirror. Most of her lipstick had come off on my cock! We sat beside her, me in the middle again. She leaned over to kiss me, her lips shining, full and shocking pink. She clearly didn't believe in realism...black skin, blonde wig and pink lipstick! I could taste my cum on her lips as we kissed. Since sucking Cy off and swallowing that first time on the golf course I had been eating my own cum after jerking off. And I'd been jerking off a lot, thinking of his huge cock, and fantasizing what he would look like stripped in various poses…walking, running, lying on his bed….fucking!. 'Hey, Bobbie. Get us some more drinks, honey!' I noticed he treated her just like my Dad treated my Mum, telling her what to do. They were like a married couple, I thought, and wondered if Dad would let her play with another man, like he had me. I banished the disloyal thought! 'Hey! And take that dress off. It's sexy, but not as sexy as your tits. Bobbie stood up and unzipped the back of her dress, which fell to her feet. She stood there, incredibly sexy to me. Her tits were small and high. Lovely, I thought. But it was her cock that held my attention. She was wearing a tiny pair of bikini panties. They were white and tight. The knob of her cock, still hard, unlike the two of us, peeped from the waistband. More to the point, the front panel of the panties was see-thru, and I could make out her shaft and the bunched-up balls through the thin nylon. Her hold-up stockings were white as well as were her high-heeled shoes. She took up a stripper's pose, laughing as she knew how sexy she was. It must be down to this first experience. All my life I've been a 'size queen', liking my cocks big and veiny, but equally I have always been a sucker (literally!) for a pretty, shaven cock in a pair of tight satin panties. I don't mind if a transvestite has tits or not, but if there are tits I like them small, shapely and firm. Big tits have been a turn-off all my life. The few women I have ever had the slightest interest in have been boyish, slim-hipped. 'Bobbie! This young stud is hard again. You want to fuck her, Johnny?' 'I'd like that, Bobbie.' She was standing in front of me, and I had leaned forward so I could get my arms around her, my hands on her nylon-covered buns. As she giggled, I pulled her towards me and kissed the very tip of her hard, purple knob. I licked round its eye with the tip of my pointed tongue, and tasted a tiny drop of pre-cum. I was really hard now, as I looped the panties under her balls, lifting them delightfully. They were smooth shaved, like her cock and pubes, and felt wonderfully silky as I tongued them. I slipped the smooth shaft into my mouth and sucked. 'Will I be your first, Johnny?' 'Mmmm' I nodded, unwilling to release that lovely cock from my lips. 'Jesus, boy! You better stop or I'll come.' I sucked the harder for that, but Bobbie laughed and held my head in both hands to pull her cock away. 'Just do it like Cy did you. Mouth. Then fingers. Then cock. I like it kneeling.' She knelt in front of the settee. I knelt behind her, and held her hips while I buried my face between her buns, enjoying the silky feel of her panties. I pulled her panty crotch to one side and this time tongued her arsehole. It was a deeper purple than her cheeks, but smooth and unwrinkled. I licked it round and round. She smelt of lavender. Must have used a perfume, or some eau de cologne after she had shaved there. I slipped my tongue in, and heard her sigh as she wriggled her arse. I reached under her and held her hard cock, not much bigger than mine in fact. I knew how to rim instinctively, slipping in and out with a pointed tongue, stretching the anus up and down as I rotated my tongue. My cock was very hard, and I was in no hurry to move from tongue to fingers. I reached with my other hand to caress one of her breasts. I sometimes fantasized about breasts, and always small, firm, almost hard, like these. 'Lovely tits!' 'Pills, sweetie, pills. Wish they were bigger, but that'd show through my uniform!' 'I like them like this. I don't like big ones.' Later I found she covered up her use of hormones by letting the Camp Medical Officer have her arse after each appointment. She had laughed when she told me this, 'I get more medicals than the other officers!' I was in no hurry but Bobbie was! 'Finger fuck me, sweetie. Grease me up.' The tube was where Cy had left it. I squeezed some straight onto his arsehole, and then stroked it over with my finger. His anus shone. I slipped a finger in, up to the first joint. Bobbie groaned, but shifted weight backwards so the penetration was complete, right up to my fist. I moved in and out, finger fucking. I tried my thumb. That was good as it gave the palm of my hand over his balls, smooth and tight. I found I could rotate my thumb. I also noticed he gave a special groan, and pushed his hips back to me when my thumb was in a certain position. I concentrated on this, rubbing a place deep inside him. 'Jesus, boy! Fuck me now. Please.' I was ready too, eager to have this pretty arse. I pulled his panties down to his thighs, rested my cheek for one second on the warm smoothness of his buttocks, and then placed my cock. My knob entered him easily. I shuffled forward an inch on my knees, held his hips, and pushed. The whole cock slipped in. I was hyper-excited, and hardly dared move for fear of coming. It was made worse by feeling Cy behind me, caressing my own buttocks, kissing and licking them. The moment passed, and I was fucking him. (My apologies for sometimes calling Bobbie 'her' and sometimes 'him': to this day I never know whether to think of a pretty transvestite as male or female. Mostly they like to be treated as feminine, but when I'm fucking them I think male.) Anyway, there I was fucking him, with a handsome male fondling my well- fucked arse. I thought to myself 'I've been buggered, and here I am buggering!' The thought was too new, too exciting, and I was coming. I fucked harder, shouting my pleasure, a hot gush of spunk in him with each thrust. 'I was too quick!' I had reached underneath and found Bobbie had not come. 'I'm sorry!' 'But that was lovely.' She turned round so my cock popped out. Her lips were pursed, and I kissed her. 'My turn now.' Cy's huge, throbbing cock was ready again. 'Can I suck you, Bobbie, while he....' 'Oh yes. Come under here.' There was room under Bobbie's kneeling body for my head. He edged away from the settee, and now I was lying on my back with the pretty transexual kneeling over me, naked now. I could see Cy shuffle, kneeling across the carpet, and then, inches from my face his great cock. I was licking her balls, in their tight, silky-smooth sack. As Cy placed his cock against his lover's anus, I had to leave the delights of her balls, and take her cock instead. It felt so different in my mouth: Cy's had filled it, stretched my jaw, hairy and nobbly with its veins. Bobbies was slender, shaven smooth, slipping easily in and out. As I sucked, I found myself thinking of Tony. Antonio Lazaro was in my class at school. We had wanked together, and suddenly I just knew he was gay. He had not been interested in Freddy's cunt book, with its pictures of naked girls, but as we wanked couldn't keep his eyes off my cock, and Freddy's too. He was not muscular, but his fine, olive, Mediterranean skin would be as soft and smooth as Bobbie's, and his cock as slender and smooth. I was not concentrating on giving pleasure to Bobbie. I tickled his balls as that great cock rammed in and out inches from my face. I made sure I was sucking hard each time his cock entered my mouth, and that my tongue fluttered along the shaft each time it withdrew. Without warning my mouth filled with cum. I gagged as the first spurt hit the top of my throat, but recovered to suck and swallow each and every gush, until there were just the final oozes. Cy must have come too, while I was enjoying the taste and feel of cum in my mouth, because the frantic fucking had stopped and he was leaning over Bobbie's back. We all three showered together later, and although there was a bit of fun with the soap, there was no more real sex that evening. Bobbie dressed again, but Cy and I stayed naked as we sat around, drank a couple more glasses and chatted. 'Caddie for me Monday morning?' I nodded. 'Then back here for a shower and a session on the bed. We've a king-size up there.' 'Bobbie...?' 'No, sweetie. I've got to be at the Base.' My disappointment must have shown. 'But we've a party Friday. You can have me then.' Monday and Friday seemed a long way off. But there was always Tony ... 'Lend me one of your books, Cy?' 'Sure! Keep you warm, eh?' 'I want to show it to a school friend. If he likes it, and we get it on, can I bring him Friday? He's very pretty, and I'm sure your friends will like him....' FIN