Into Another World - Sean's Story 10

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 10

Posted: May 5, 2006
Title: Into Another World - Sean's Story
Author: Ian Howe

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With a contented sigh, Sean took in his surroundings. The sun was shining and the trickling of water in the garden created a relaxed atmosphere. Smiling, he focussed on his tea and the man sitting opposite of him.

"It is good to see you relaxed and at ease, Sean. Do I take it that you liked our little experiment, then?" Ian asked with a light voice.

"Well, um, I can't really deny that now, can I?" The blond squirmed self-consciously in his seat. "I mean, not after, uh, you know?" His eyes concentrated on a spot on the floor. "You're right, mechanically speaking, there isn't much difference between a woman and-" he swallowed. "a man, uh..." He blushed. "Okay, yeah, I enjoyed it. However, this does not mean that I'm gay!" Sean's head shot up in defiance.

The older Brit shook his head. "Sean, this is about pleasure, not about being gay. Think about what you felt, how good it was, not who did it!"

"What about Liv's pleasure then, won't she be disappointed...?" Sean let the question trail off.

Het men! Ian had to suppress a smile. His pupil was in for a disillusion. "Oh, her girlfriend will take care of her needs, probably right now."

Understanding hit slowly. "You mean - she's a dyke? What's she doing in this place, then?"

"She's bisexual, as are most of the Sheik's women."

"But... I thought..."

"Karl prefers male bedfellows; however, as the sovereign of this region, he has to see to his succession."

While the blond was pondering this information, Ian continued in a mildly ironic tone of voice, "Your concern for Liv honours you, but should I not feel disappointed at your lack of interest in my own well-being?"

This brought another furious blush to the blond's face and chest, while he tried to come up with a suitable reply.

Chuckling, the older Brit reached out and put a hand on Sean's arm. "A word of advice: Try not to brood too much. Your mind needs relief as much as your body."

With these words, Ian got up from his chair. "Why don't you go and relax in the garden or read a good book in the library now? I'll see you later at dinner."

*****

Sean had spent the afternoon in the garden. Totally absorbed in the wealth of Karl's plants, he found it easy to follow Ian's advice. To be honest, he didn't want to think too closely about his first lecture - nor about future ones.

Leaning back against a tree, he soon felt his eyelids grow heavy. Thus, he found himself totally calm when he awoke just in time for dinner. He yawned, got up, and sauntered to the dining hall.

*****

Dinner that night was again uneventful, dessert however...

The way Craig devoured his fruit could only be described as pornographic. The young man licked and nibbled at each grape so licentiously it made Sean gasp. And he was not the only one to react this way. The expression on Craig's face was pure innocence and rapture at the same time. The pink little tongue - Sean's ears grew red when he remembered what that wicked tongue was capable of inflicting on him - flicked over his lips, and when he finally plopped the grape into his mouth, a collaborative sigh seemed to go through his audience.

The Sheik was amused. "Craig, I can't help wondering if you are trying to tell us something?"

Sparkling blue eyes holding an enthusiastic 'YES!' fixed on Karl. The Sheik eyed the round table thoughtfully and settled on the man next to Craig, who watched each of the younger man's movements intently.

"Viggo, do you have any idea what Craig might want?"

Nodding vigorously, the Dane leant into his neighbour and nibbled at his ear. The blue eyes widened in delight and he gave soft sighs, spurring Viggo on. Not really needing the invitation, Viggo began to kiss Craig and his hand worked its way down to the younger man's boxers and quickly divested him of them. The sighs intensified, as the Dane fondled the leaking cock and balls. His tongue lapped at the peaked nipples of the New Zealander, and he was rewarded with a moan.

Viggo looked at Karl, who indicated to him to continue. Ian held out a small bowl in which the Dane dipped his fingers before trailing them down the younger man's cleft. Craig's moans became louder, and took on a note of desperation when he felt Viggo's index finger slowly entering him.

Sean was mesmerised by the sight and happenings in front of him, suddenly aware that his boxers had become unbearably tight. Surprised that the young man really appeared to enjoy being penetrated, the blond missed the scrutinising looks at him from Ian and Karl. When Viggo inserted a second finger, he bit his lip in fascination. A third finger made him hold his breath and he watched in awe as the Dane scissored them to stretch the tight passage.

All the while, Craig had been moaning softly, but now he gave a passionate little cry and Sean knew that Viggo must have touched that hidden spot they all seemed so crazy about. He wondered about the hype: having undergone a prostate exam once, he knew that there was nothing to it. Well, these guys were gay, so there had to be a difference. In any event, the young man appeared to be more than content with his situation.

However, Craig was not content; he wanted more, and he wanted it now. Pushing back on Viggo's fingers and squeezing his muscles tight, he indicated that the Dane should proceed. Viggo did not hesitate; he quickly pushed his boxers down and applied more of the ointment from Ian's bowl to his leaking and hard cock.

Sean held his breath again. He was surprised that they would really go through with it. Somehow he had still thought that it was only an act put on for him. But these guys really meant it! He frowned in utter concentration when Viggo slowly pushed into Craig, while gently stroking his cock. Closely watching the younger man's face, he found no trace of fear or pain, only pleasure, which even increased when Viggo began to slowly fuck him.

The look of bliss on Craig's face was mirrored on the Dane's, who soon increased his pace. The other men seemed frozen, and the only audible sounds were Viggo's soft sighs and Craig's increasing wails and moans. Finally, the Dane's speed picked up again, and his brows creased in an effort to hold back while he pumped the younger man's cock harder. Craig's head fell back and he cried out as he came in short gushes over Viggo's hand. The Dane gave a few more thrusts and also climaxed, his body arching and his eyes closed, before lowering himself on the floor next to his lover with an exhausted sigh. Craig lifted his hands and pushed a few strands from Viggo's face. "Thank you," he whispered, and kissed the older man's cheek. Viggo, still panting, smiled back.

As soon as the general attention ceased to concentrate on the now ended performance, Sean tried to arrange his features to look detached and feign disinterest, as if he were used to this type of occurrence. Ian was amused; however, Karl decided to push the Brit out of his comfort zone. "Oh, this was only the warm-up." His smile grew wicked. "Christian, hands and knees! Eric, take him, he's yours."

The Aussie broke into a wide grin and slowly removed his boxers. Sean was impressed by the size of his erection. He had always thought himself well-endowed, but had to admit that the big man out-reached him by quite a bit. While Eric took his time to liberally coat his cock with the slick substance from Ian's bowl, Christian quickly divested himself of his pants and squatted on his hands and knees, facing Karl and panting in anticipation.

When Eric had finished anointing himself, he kneeled down behind Christian and gave Karl a questioning look. As soon as the Sheik had nodded his approval, the Aussie put his hands on the young Brit's cheeks, pulled them apart, and impaled him in one hard shove. A choked cry escaped from Christian's throat before he bit hard on his lips to suppress his whimpers.

Sean gasped at the suddenness of the attack. Although he had been surprised by the tenderness between Viggo and Craig, this was not what he had expected, either.

Not waiting for the younger man to become acquainted with the intrusion, Eric rode him hard and fast. Christian was gasping and his breathing hitched. Despite the pain he had to be in, he seemed to be getting more and more aroused. Far from understanding how the other Brit could enjoy this, Sean found himself hard and wanting, too. He had already witnessed the young man in an incredible climax once, but how could he be so submissive and simply obey that weird request? And, it appeared, even get off on it?

The blond's musings were interrupted by Karl's voice addressing the couple. "Christian, you don't get to come unless I tell you to." The Sheik's tone was cool and businesslike. Whatever was happening here was completely beyond Sean. If the young man really enjoyed this, then why not let him peak?

Eric held the young Brit's hips in a merciless grip and kept pounding into him. Meanwhile, the expression on Christian's face showed his discomfort. Eric was reaming him hard and fast, and finally bellowed as he spilled himself into the younger man's tight hole. He pulled out, stroked the young Brit's hair affectionately, and slumped back onto his seat.

"Thank you, Eric. Christian, come here!" Karl's voice was still totally calm. The young man got to his feet and walked over to him with downcast eyes, his stiff, pierced cock proudly jutting forward.

Seeing him naked up close for the first time, Sean not only realised that the other Brit was clean-shaven, but he also noticed an ugly red mark on one of the slim hips. Before he could further think about it, however, he was distracted by Karl.

The Sheik had pushed the folds of his robe apart and presented a magnificent erection. While Sean had already thought Eric to be well-endowed, Karl was hung like a horse. Biting his lip in anticipation, the blond waited for the Sheik's next command.

"Sit down!" The young Brit settled down to straddle the Sheik when he was stopped by another command. "No, with your back to me." Turning around, Christian squatted down in the Sheik's lap. Firmly gripping the younger man's hips, Karl guided himself into the Brit's hole with a well-aimed thrust. Ignoring Christian's hiss at the penetration, the Sheik indicated that he wanted the young man to move.

Sean watched the coupling in fascination, his eyes captured by the Sheik's cock pumping into the tiny hole with increasing speed.

When the young man began to emit needy whimpers, he was told flatly "No," in response. The whimpers picked up with the same speed Karl increased his thrusts by, by tightening his death grip on Christian's hips. The Sheik was grunting now and Sean could see little tremors rippling through the muscular chest.

Large drops of pre-cum leaked from the younger man's erection, and his whimpers turned into full-fledged moans when he addressed the Sheik, "Please, Karl, let me come!"

Seemingly undisturbed by the other's need, the Sheik shook his head. "No, little one."

The moans took on a desperate note, when Christian resorted to begging. "Please, Karl, I'm so close..." Sweat streamed down his slender body, and he wailed in misery.

"I said no. You won't come today. Period." One of the Sheik's hands gave up its bruising grip on the hips and clamped down hard on the younger man's cock, eliciting a choked cry. Karl increased his speed once more and rammed deep into Christian until he came with a few pleasured grunts over the young man's frustrated whine.

Karl pulled himself out and hugged the panting young Brit. "Don't be disappointed, little one. Ian has planned something for you that will be worth the wait. And if it isn't, I'll make up for it, I promise." He kissed Christian's cheek and gently brushed his sweaty hair. "Go and sleep now!" Nodding at his valide to follow the younger man, Karl turned his attention to Sean.

Lost in his thoughts, the blond had watched Ian leave with Christian, the gait of the younger man clearly indicating that he was sore. Now, Sean yelped in surprise when he felt a hand press down on his crown through the boxers and he leaned into the touch with a moan before he could stop himself.

"What about you, then?" Karl's voice was somewhere between seductive and amused while he continued to knead the bulge in the blond's silk pants. Gasping for air, Sean could not think of an intelligent answer. He need not have bothered as the Sheik did not expect one.

Karl's hands roamed from Sean's boxers to his chest, warm fingers teasing his nipples into stiffness. Gods, that felt good! All thoughts of refusing the caresses evaporated when one of the hands moved south again and found its way under his waist band while the other hand kept lightly pinching and stroking his tiny nubs.

The hand on the waist band pushed his boxers down and wrapped around the blond's hard cock immediately. "Oh yes!" Sean couldn't help the exclamation when the Sheik's strong hand began a slow massage. The second hand joined the first, gently peeled his foreskin down, and the massage was extended to the sensitive head.

Conscious thinking was not an issue as Sean let the sensations take over. He moaned loudly when his balls were lifted and deft fingers pressed on a particularly responsive spot behind them, while the hand stroking his cock picked up speed.

For no apparent reason, his mind wandered back to the same hand trailing into his cleft the previous night and pressing down on his puckered entrance. He was too far gone to wonder why he yearned to have Karl's finger there again, or maybe even breach him.

The Sheik's long, hard strokes were swiftly bringing him his closer to his climax. Sean didn't even try to hold back, letting the pleasure wash over him, almost screaming with lust as he finally toppled over the edge. His body jack-knifed and his hips spasmed in orgasm when his seed pumped out in three, four powerful gushes.

The stroking continued until Sean's whimpers indicated that he'd grown oversensitive in his post-orgasmic haze. His head fell back against the cushions, and he felt himself caught and gathered into those strong arms and hands that had caused him such extreme pleasure. Giving a sigh, he relaxed into the embrace, too exhausted to fight the closeness to the Sheik.

Neither did he fight when the Sheik took a sample of his cum from his belly and licked at it. "Mmh, you taste delicious!" Karl trailed his finger through the pearly liquid and held it against the blond's lips.

That, however, was too much. Even in his dazed state, Sean flinched away and spat. "Don't you dare! I'm not one of your playthings!"

The Sheik's face grew amused. "You are so passionate! What pleasure I will have to witness the awakening of your sensuality! I can hardly wait to make you mine!"

When the green eyes narrowed, Karl chuckled. "This is exactly what I meant! So much passion waiting to be unleashed!"

He stepped away from the now fuming Brit and beheld his harem members. "You look happy. I bid you a good night then." He favoured each of them with a smile and left the dining hall.

With the Sheik gone, Viggo appeared to be the natural leader of the group, and the others agreed happily to his suggestion of an evening by the pool.

The Dane's slate-blue eyes pondered Sean's green ones before inviting the blond to join them. Sean looked down and politely declined the offer, pleading fatigue.

When he looked up again, the eyes were still focussed upon him. "I want you to know that you're always welcome."

The sincerity in that voice made the Brit flush. "Thank you, I do appreciate it, but I'm really tired."

With a smile that made Viggo's heart leap, he nodded at the others and went to his room.

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