"That what you wanna do, Steve?"

"Yeah, if you want me to, mate."

"Alright then."

Matthew turned to face Steve who bent his legs so that he was at the height of Matthew's navel. He put his tongue against the lad's stomach and slowly ran it all the way up over a nipple and stopped at the lad's throat.

"Like that, Matthew?"

"Pretty fuckin' nice actually, Steve. Hold on. You can do it again."

Matthew reached for his glass and after taking a swig from it poured more brandy down himself. Steve smiled at him and squatted down again. Quickly he glanced downward and was happy to see the outline of Matthew's cock pushing more forcefully against its toweling confines. He ran his tongue circuitously over Matthew's stomach and then up over his chest lingering over the other nipple before breaking away at the lad's neck again.

"So was that good too, Matthew?"

"Yeah. I really liked that."

"What about this?"

Steve moved a hand against the bulge in Matthew's towel and began rubbing it up and down. He could feel Matthew's cock start to swell as he rubbed it. Matthew had slowed down the rhythm he was dancing at. It was mid-day and he was half-cut and starting to get very turned on. He'd only had one other incident when a bloke had turned him on this much….

It was after a footie match. He'd thought he was the last one in the showers. He must have been in the sixth form at the time. The hot water running over his body felt great after the bruising interaction of the match. Thinking he was alone he'd wasted no time attending to his cock. In those days he couldn't wank enough. He was half-hard when he heard a voice behind him.

"Shove over, Rose. There's only one fuckin' tap going at this time of day."

He'd quickly let go of his cock and turned his head to see the ref walk towards the showers. Co-incidentally named Steve, the ref was about four years older than him. A hairy fucker, well built. He couldn't help glancing down to the guy's cock. Six inches of un-cut meat. He carried on washing himself down.

"Oi, Rose. Do me back, mate."

Steve had turned away from him and he found himself suddenly soaping the other guy's back down.

"Oh that's good, Rose."

He ran his hands up and down the guy's back not sure how far to go down.

"It's alright, mate. You can rub my arse too."

He let his hands slide down further and squeezed the guy's arse cheeks.

"Nice one lad. That's enough though. Your turn now. Turn around."

Willingly Matthew turned around and Steve started running his hands down his back. Nobody had ever touched him that intimately before. His cock started to harden un-bidden. Steve moved closer to him and he could feel the guy's cock press against his arse. Steve's hands slipped under his arms and began to run over his chest moving around in big soapy circles. Then the guy's hands slid down over his stomach. Suddenly, Steve had his cock in his hands.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, mate."

Matthew didn't say anything and Steve's hands fondled his cock and balls. It only took a