After stopping at the bar a few times we got talking, I’d finished my shift and came to sit with them. They thought I was just being friendly. I was, but there was another motive too. As she, her name was Marie, asked endless questions about what it was like to live in the Canary islands during the winter, what were the houses like and so on, her boyfriend, Mark, sipped his beer and stared off into the distance. When I could, I took a glance at him, hoping to catch his eye and draw him into the conversation. It didn’t happen. Maybe he’d picked up on the fact that I found him attractive, maybe I made him feel uncomfortable, they knew I was gay, and she seemed thrilled by the fact. He seemed worried by it.

Eventually it seemed only polite that I invite them to come for drinks up at the villa so that they could see what a real ‘local’ house was like and take in the views I have from the roof. We made a date for the following evening and I told them how to find the place, saying that I would meet them at eight at the end of the lane.

And, at eight the following evening I was at the end of the cobbled street, sweating from the intense heat and waiting. After ten minutes I decide that they had changed their minds. Maybe Mark had persuaded her not to come, fearing some sort of ulterior motive was at play. I decided to give them another ten minutes.

And then I saw a figure in the distance, climbing laboriously up the steep path towards me. I recognised the boyfriend from his sturdy, solid frame. He wore shorts and boots and he seemed to be struggling with the effort of lifting his legs for each step he took. It was quite a climb from the café to this part of the village and I guessed that they were town people, not much used to walking. As he came closer he saw me and waved. Eventually he panted to a halt before me.

‘Jesus, that’s hard work mate,’ he gasped.

‘I should have warned you. Where’s Marie?’

‘Long story, but in a nutshell she had too much Bacardi last night and too much sun today. She’s flat out in bed.’

My heart did a back flip as I realised I would have him on my own for a couple of hours. He was slightly tanned from his holiday and this added the dark looks he already had. His short black hair was glistening with beads of sweat and his blue eyes glinted out from under dark brows as he looked at me, smiled and shook his head.

‘I’m not walking up here again,’ he laughed. ‘I just came to tell you that we can’t make it tonight. Sorry to let you down but Marie’s not up to it.’

And my heart sank.

‘You’re almost there now,’ I said, thinking quickly. ‘You may as well stop for a beer. There’s the house.’ I pointed up hill. My house was only four doors away.

He looked uncertain. ‘Honestly mate, another time.’

‘Come on, you can cool down before setting off again,’ I said and turned, giving him no choice but to follow.

‘Just a quick one then,’ I heard him say and he definitely sounded uncomfortable.

I showed him into the living room and he went straight to the wide patio doors. Beyond these was the spectacular view of the valley below. Miles away and down the coast line ran from east to west and the sun was just nearing the sea where it would soon set.

‘Nice house,’ he said. ‘Nice view.’

‘Thanks,’ I replied. His tee shirt was stuck to his back with sweat, darkened in patches between his shoulder blades. His shorts hung over his arse and, where they too were heavy with sweat, they clung to his cheeks and accentuated their roundness. The view I was looking at was just as good.

‘Beer?’ I asked.

‘Cheers.’

When I returned from the kitchen he was still standing at the window looking out. I invited him to come and sit.

‘Don’t want to get your sofa messed up mate,’ he said looking at the leather sofa I had sat on and indicating his sweaty clothes.

‘Don’t worry about it,’ I smiled. ‘It will wipe clean.’

He thought for a moment and then chose to sit opposite me on one of the matching chairs. I’d worn my own brand of football shorts for the evening, silky and cool and, with nothing on underneath them I knew that I had to watch how I sat. If I lifted my leg up and placed my foot on the sofa, as I usually did, the shorts would stretch to show off my packet. And if I moved my other leg to one side slightly then the leg of my shorts would hang open and anyone sitting opposite would be able to see that I was wearing nothing beneath them. For the moment I sat with my legs together.

Instinctively I offered him a cigarette.

‘No thanks mate, I don’t smoke… cigarettes.’ There was an impish twinkle in his eye and he winked. Without making any reaction at all I offered a cigarette box from the coffee table between us.

‘Something stronger then?’ I opened the lid to show him a few ready rolled joints. He practically licked his lips as he helped himself.

We smoked in silence, the sun set far away and the light in the room dimmed. I turned on a table lamp, crossed the room and put on some music. He finished his beer quickly and refused a second. When I sat down again I noticed that he had changed position. He was no longer sitting upright and ridged but had slipped back in his chair a little, he looked more relaxed.

‘So how long have you and Marie been together?’ I asked, feeling that some sort of conversation should be started.

‘Only a few months,’ he replied and that was all he had to say.

‘She’s very pretty,’ I complemented, ‘you’ve done well.’

‘Ta.’ He looked around the room. ‘It’s a posh place you got here, what do you do for money?’

It was a bit of a direct question, but reasonable. It was obvious that I hadn’t made my money from working in a sleepy, Spanish bar half way up a mountain.

‘Photography,’ I said simply.

‘Yeah? Neat.’ He took a long, deep drag on his joint and held it in. I did the same and, without thinking pulled my right leg up onto the sofa.

As he exhaled his eyes dropped and his gaze fell directly on the front of my shorts. I rubbed my bare foot and lowered it to the floor again. He looked up at my face.

‘What kind of photography?’ he asked and I noticed that his speech was already a little slurred.

I slid a book across the coffee table to him and he picked it up. Opened it, looked at a few pages and then closed it again.

‘Oh,’ he said blankly.

‘Not your kind of thing?’ I asked with a smile.

‘Not really mate. Got any with naked women?’

‘I only photograph male nudes.’

‘Oh.’

He changed again, became more uncomfortable and looked at his watch.

‘I should go,’ he said and started to stand.

‘Calm down,’ I said with a laugh. ‘You’re quite safe. I turned off the hidden cameras before you came.’

He looked at me in shock and then decided that I was joking and a ladish grin spread across his face.

‘Finish your joint first,’ I said. ‘Or have another if you like.’

He did. Half way through the second one, when we had been sitting in silence for about five minutes, he suddenly sat upright.

‘Are you o.k.?’ I asked, concerned in case the dope had made him feel sick.

‘You’re a professional?’ he said it more as a statement than a question.

‘Yes I am,’ I replied indicating the book on the coffee table. ‘I have published several volumes all over the world.’

‘Would you take a picture of me?’

‘I don’t do holiday snaps,’ I laughed. But he was serious.

‘No, I mean like them in the book.’

‘Nude?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Well I could do.’ I had no idea where this sudden interest had come from and assumed it was the dope talking. ‘What would Marie say though?’

‘I wouldn’t tell her.’

‘So what would you use the pictures for?’

‘I dunno. Forget it.’

‘It’s up to you. I’m happy to do it, if you want.’

‘How much would you charge?’ he suddenly realised that I might want paying. It was, after all, my job.

‘We’d work something out,’ I said and lifted my foot onto the sofa again.

This time he looked into my crotch quickly and kept his eyes there. I shifted my left leg and knew that he could now see up the leg of my shorts. If I was hinting at something he knew what it was. I could feel cool air whisper around my semi hard cock that now lay against my inner thigh. He slid back in his chair and it was my turn to look at the front of his shorts. The white material fell back against his groin, defining the shape of what lay beneath. His legs, stocky and hairy, were pushed out in front of him and he crossed his ankles, his dusty boots resting on each other.

‘That would make a good shot,’ I said. ‘Try putting your hands behind your head.’

He gave me a quizzical look and then his cheeky grin returned. ‘Yeah?’ he asked. ‘Like this?’

I nodded. With his hands behind his head his body was fully stretched out. His tee shirt, now dry, had risen up from his shorts and revealed a line of dark hair running down from his navel. His stomach looked as though it had once been taught but was now slightly flabby from beer and a sedentary lifestyle. But his face glowed, his eyes were half closed and he looked like some young teenager waiting for his first kiss.

‘Don’t move,’ I said.

When I came back from my studio, camera in hand, he was in the same position. The only thing that had changed was the look in his eyes. They had closed further and he looked stoned.

‘Open your eyes a little,’ I instructed as I set the camera.

He did and they were red. That was o.k. I was using my digital camera and set it to black and white.

‘Now what?’ he asked after I had taken a couple of shots.

‘Pull your shirt up a little,’ I switched from looking through the view finder to looking directly at him, keeping my professional attitude.

‘Like this mate?’ He kept one hand behind his head while he used the other to drag his shirt up to his chest. He was playing with me, being as seductive as he could but not making a very good job of it.

‘No, put your palm flat on your stomach, that’s it. Now slowly draw it up so the shirt gathers on your wrist.’

The movement revealed his flesh to me slowly. Tanned, covered with a slight matt of dark hair. He looked down at what he was doing.

‘Look at the camera,’ I said.

He looked at it and smiled a tourist’s false smile.

‘Relax,’ I laughed. He frowned.

‘What?’

‘This isn’t one for the family album. Imagine that the camera is some girl you’re trying to pull, flirt with it.’

He snorted, coughed and said, ‘alright darling?’ directly to the camera.

‘O.k.’ I put the camera down. ‘This isn’t going to work.’

‘Oh no, come on mate. I’ll try harder. Just tell me what to do, talk me through it, o.k.?’

‘O.k.’

I checked the room, where would be a good place to photograph him?

‘Follow me,’ I said and went into the hall.

When he came from the living room, staggering a little and giggling, I was standing by the bathroom door. I nodded my head in the direction of the bathroom.

‘Straight up?’ he said incredulously.

‘You want to do this right don’t you?’

He shrugged and stepped inside. The bathroom was large. It had a marble corner bath with gold plated taps and a shower over it. The whole room was carpeted and lit by tiny spotlights hidden in the ceiling. He whistled admiringly as he went in.

‘Here we go,’ I said, my professional voice returning. ‘What I want you to do Mark, is this: put one foot up on the edge of the bath and start to undo your boots. That’s it, look this way. Turn a little away from me.’

This movement accentuated the shape of his arse, his football shorts pulled tight around it.

‘You’re a soccer star just off the field. You’re gunna take a bath, get yourself ready for a night on the town with the girls, o.k.?’

‘Sure.’

‘So, undo the lace, take the boot off and drop it, that’s it. Now, change sides and do the same with the other. Let me get a close up.’

I crouched down in front of him and pointed the camera to his foot. His hands were trembling on his Doc Marten boot, grey from street dust.

‘Relax,’ I reminded him. ‘Let the dope do its work and let yourself go. You just won the game, no need to be nervous.’

‘Sorry mate.’

I panned out. In the view finder I could just see the hem of his shorts. I tilted upwards and snapped the front. No bulge, nothing showing. A dead shot. I stood back a little.

‘O.k., now the fun part. Lean over and turn the shower on. It’s the knob there.’

He did as he was told. As he reached across the bath his shirt rode up at the back revealing the base of his spine. I saw a smooth back with no hair, the top of his arse crack just visible from the top of his shorts. Water started to pour out from the shower.

‘Give it a moment to warm up and then get in.’

‘What?’

‘Get in the bath.’

‘Sure?’

‘Yup.’

He did and stood there facing me with the shower pouring into the bath behind him.

‘O.k. Mark, do exactly as I say and we’ll have you on the front cover of Esquire.’ For one horrible moment I thought he believed me, he nodded keenly like an obedient school boy.

‘Lift your arms to your head and clasp your hands behind. That’s it, now tilt your head back and get it wet. Further.’

He put his face under the shower, water jetted out all around him, bouncing off his face and wetting his shirt. It started to stick to his chest again and, with him leaning back, his chest showed through hard and defined.

‘Now shake your head, wash that football match out of your hair. Open your mouth, let the water trickle into your throat, let it bubble out over your chin and run down your body. Feel good? O.k. step forward and slowly, very slowly remove your shirt. Pull it up from the bottom and over your head.’

Slowly his naked chest came into view. Between his pecs a line of black hair formed a wet covering, around his nipples more dark hair hung matted and soaked. His dark, pink nipples stood out against the water that rained on them from above.

‘That’s it, Mark, nice and slow. Hold it there.’

His shirt was covering his head. All there was in the viewfinder was a naked torso and the outline of his face pressing against the sodden material.

‘And now all the way off, chuck it away. Good lad.’ I kept talking to him now that he was getting into the shoot, I didn’t want him to lose the impetus or change his mind. ‘Now turn away from me, get under again. That’s it. Take some of that shower wash there and cover yourself. Go on, get the mud and sweat from the football field out of your skin. Massage it in, all over your chest, under your arms, around your neck.’

I photographed each change in his muscles as he lathered his upper body. I focused in on his hands as they smeared froth around the back of his neck and shot the glistening, short hair on the back of his head. I followed the rivulets of soap as they meandered down his spine and slid across the rounds of his backside. Jealous of their ability to caress the full, smooth shorts I moved the viewfinder to his legs, shot the backs of his knees, then travelled up again, framed the sodden football shorts that clung to his lad’s arse and defined its dark crack. And then further up again to the strong shoulders, all the time encouraging him.

‘Rub it in Mark. Imagine that there’s a girl in there with you and she’s doing it.’ I had a plan here. I wanted him turned on when he turned around. ‘Can you feel those soft, delicate fingers massaging your skin? Can you feel her hands playing over your chest? She’s taking your nipples between her fingers now. Her nails are pinching into them, gently, sensuously. She wants you Mark, she wants to go down and take your hard cock in her hands, guide it to her soft lips and lick her tongue gently along your length. You’re the star; she’s yours to do what you want with. And she’s going to make you come as you pump your straight man cock into her young mouth.’

His hands had slipped down his chest, played with his nipples and were now pushing into the tops of his shorts.

‘Turn to me now Mark, turn slowly and play your hands over your stomach.’

He did. His shorts were almost transparent now, a thick, stocky and dark cock was pressing against them. The pinkness of his cock head showed through the white material as he turned to face me. Above this a black shadow showed where his bushy pubes were and below his cock I could see his balls hanging free and warm.

‘Put your hands over your shaft, hold it through the shorts. Let it show. Let her see what a huge pole you have. Can you feel her breathing on it? Can you feel the water running into your shorts and trickling past your arse? Can you feel her fingers as she takes your cock and slowly wanks it, bringing it all the time closer to her mouth? That’s good Mark, that’s really hot. You’re turning her on. She’s begging you for it. Now, hands inside your shorts. Push them down, slowly mate, slowly let her see what you’ve got.’

His eyes were closed, his smile broad. It was as if he was in a trance now, feeling this unseen girl as she undressed him when all the time he was undressing for me. His shorts were lowered. His pubes came into view, thick and black and then the wide base of his solid cock. Slowly the shorts were pushed lower and his shaft was revealed, stocky and fat with a network of veins full and pumping. And then his head broke free, his cock snapped up, slapped against his bush and pointed straight at me. Still the shorts came lower. His balls swung free, hanging heavy in their stretched sack.

‘Turn around again,’ I ordered. He did as he was told. ‘Now bend down to take your shorts right off, push them all the way down to your ankles, and bend. That’s a good lad.’

In this position his arse was forced open and I zoomed in on the wrinkled, dark hole hiding in amid the forest of hair.

‘That’s good. Now step out of them, stand up, turn to face me, good lad. Rub the soap over your chest. That’s it, massage it in, squeeze your nipples. Nice. Hey, I like the smile, that’s a wicked smile you have Mark. You’re a good looking lad. No wonder the girls want you to fuck them. Now move your hands lower, rub your palms over your stomach, lower Mark, feel your pubes. Get your fingers in there, twist them, scratch your skin in there with your nails. That’s it, you can be rough. You’re a tough lad. Now run your hands under your balls, take them in your fist, lock them in there, pull them up, show her, show her your balls, that’s it. Feels good doesn’t it?’

‘Feels great,’ he murmured.

‘Now imagine she’s at your cock again. You’re the star, you’re the hero, the player with the biggest cock. She’s on her knees. Take your cock in one hand, grip it at the base, grasp it, feel your power as you shove it in her mouth. That’s it, it’s into her throat, feel her warmth around it.’

The water was still running down his body, running streams around his hands, hot water splashing over his inflamed cock head, his slit opening to let his pre cum ooze out.

‘Take your other hand, feel you arse. Run your palm around it. Feel into your crack, feels good doesn’t it? Let a finger play on your hole.’

He gasped and stretched his body up rigid when he found his hole. ‘Feels so good,’ he whispered to himself. I shot him as he opened his mouth, speaking through his smile.

‘Let it slide in further Mark, try it, see how it feels.’

‘Yeah, that’s great,’ he said.

I had trouble hearing over the sound of the running water but I could read his expression. He was talking to himself through his trance. ‘That feels real good.’ He was well into this now.

‘And think Mark. Think what you want to happen next. What does she do to you? What do you want to happen now?’

All the time my camera was clicking away, I had over one hundred shots now, there was nothing left to photograph apart from his cum, and I knew that was not far away. I put the camera to one side and stepped forward.

‘Tell me Mark, tell me what happens next.’

I could see that he was fucking is tight arse with a finger behind him, his hips were thrust forward and he was slowly wanking his foreskin back and forth over his fat, purple head. His mouth was open slightly, water running in and trickling out. His eyes still shut.

‘Suck me,’ he whispered.

‘I didn’t hear you,’ I lied.

‘Suck me,’ he said it louder.

‘I can’t hear you.’

‘Please, suck me! Someone suck my cock.’

I stepped into the bath. The warm water immediately soaked my clothes. I put one arm around him, and turned off the shower.

His eyes snapped open. They were inches away from mine, our bodies touching. I could feel his fist as it pumped on his shaft and banged against my belly, his cock head pressed against my shorts.

Without saying a word I put both hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently to his knees.

‘You first,’ I said.

I expected him to resist but he didn’t. Before I knew it he had pulled my shorts down and his mouth was around my swollen cock. I held his head and pushed it into my groin, gyrated my hips so that I could feel his straight face buried in my pubes. I used his head to wank myself, grasping him firmly and thumping my hips against him like I was giving him some sort of punishment. His hands gripped my legs to steady himself and I could hear him grunt with surprise at what he was doing, what he was tasting. What he was enjoying.

I looked up at the shower hanging overhead, to the fitting that held it to the wall, and winked.

And then I felt myself about to unload.

‘I’m coming Mark,’ I said and held my cock in his throat. ‘I’m going to fill your mouth with cum.’ I pulled back out. ‘You want to find out what a man’s cum tastes like?’ I thrust back in again, my legs were shaking. ‘You want to feel the hot splash of juice on the back of your throat?’ I drew right out, tilted his head so that he looked up at me. His eyes were wide, begging. ‘Do you?’

He didn’t answer, just dived onto my cock again and pulled me into his face. He feasted greedily, grunting, panting; desperate to find out what another man tasted like. I showed him. I heard him gag, felt my own hot cum fill his mouth around my cock, felt myself jerk against him, heard him whimper, give in, accept it. And I pumped him until I could stand it no longer. My cock slipped from his mouth and I drew him up to me so that we were staring into each other’s eyes. He opened his mouth and I could see it was still full with my juice. And, with it still open, he swallowed it all.

His cock was pressing against my wet thigh, his chest against my shirt. I turned him to the side and put one arm around him, stroked the fur on his arse cheeks and then let two fingers slip into his tight, hot hole. His eyes widened in surprise. With my other hand I tickled and stroked his balls. I didn’t touch his cock.

‘Feel that inside you,’ I whispered into his ear. ‘Feel how good it is to let someone give you so much pleasure.’

‘Wank me please,’ he said desperately.

‘I am,’ I replied and started sliding my fingers in and out of his arse, all the time teasing his balls.

He jolted and squirmed, tried to grasp his cock, I pushed his hands away. Instead he grabbed mine, it stiffened again, painful but willing. I could feel his body twist and slide against mine as I massaged him inside. I heard him swear, pant, whimper in disbelief. I could smell his sweat, his breath and could feel his heart racing in his chest.

‘Just imagine that’s my cock in there, fucking you.’

My words whispered into his ear and were followed by my tongue as I licked him, tasted him. I felt his hair against my forehead.

‘Jesus,’ he said, ‘I’m gunna….’

‘I know, just let it happen.’

‘Wank my cock… oh fuck.’

I had three fingers in him now, each thrust of my hand lifting him to his toes. I twisted his balls into my hand and pulled them down. I turned him so that his cock was pressed against me, sliding up under my shirt and rubbing against my stomach. He grappled for my cock. His pulling on my tool got stronger, more desperate.

‘Oh no,’ he started to grunt short gasps of abandon. ‘I’m coming, fuck, fuck, fuck me. Harder.’

As I slid my fingers into him I drew him towards me, his cock rubbed against me and I jerked down on his balls. And then I felt it. A long, scorching stream of straight lad’s cum shot up my stomach and warmed my flesh.

I looked into his eyes, wide, blue, his dark brows raised in confusion. And I wrapped my lips around his. Our tongues fought. Another stream of hot juice splattered under my wet shirt and I could feel his cock slide around in his own cum as he fucked it against me. My fingers reached into him deeper and I pulled him to me tighter.

My cock spat for a second time, covering his hand with my own spunk as he pulled in un-rhythmic jerking movements. I kept my fingers inside him, played my thumb around the top of his arse, removed my other hand from his balls and held the back of his head, pushed him closer to me, held us together as he subsided. All there was left to do then was kiss and he explored my mouth with his like he knew this was the only chance he would get to kiss another man.

Slowly, I let my fingers leave him, but I kept my palm against his arse, enjoying the feeling of his skin, knowing that I held a straight guy in my arms and that he was kissing me, holding my cock. Knowing that he had asked me to fuck him, asked me to suck him. And knowing that those pleasures were yet to come.

I looked over his shoulder and back up to the shower fitting. The small, black-glass plate reflected the lights from the ceiling. Behind the glass the tiny red light was still showing. And I knew that I had it all on tape.

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So I walk in and quickly go about my business, and I hear the sound of him peeing.  There’s a mirror positioned just right so I can see him peeing, and he can look to his left and see me changing.  

I’m down to my boxers now, and I can’t help but notice that he’s finished up and is still standing there, cock in hand.    I kind of pause, fixated on him, curious I guess.   He’s glancing right, and sees that I’m looking.   He begins to slowly stroke himself toward an erection.   Immediately, I’m hard too, and I know that he knows.   I stand there, awkwardly, bulging my 7 inches, watching him stroke his 8 inches.  He is looking in the mirror at me.  I swallow.   He says “C’mon over here and join me if you want.”  

I don’t speak, but I step over toward him and take down my boxers and stand right next to him at the toilet, stroking too.  We stand there, jerking off and watching each other, for a few moments.   Then he says “Let me show you a few things that are even better.”   I say “OK”.   He gets down on his knees and pops my cock in his mouth.    Ohhh.   I’d never felt anything like it.  I’d heard about it, but I never imagined it would be like this.

He was a pro.  He would take me right to the edge, and then slow down just enough that I didn’t cum.   It went on for what seemed like forever.   Even when I did come, he somehow slowed the pace and made it take forever, and I came slowly, in waves.  All my own work jacking off had never produced anything like this.  

Finally I had no more in me.   My legs were shaking, and I thought I would collapse.   He kind of propped me up against a wall to keep me from collapsing.   “First time, huh?”  “Yeah,” I answered.   He said “Isn’t it great?”   “Oh yeah!”

He said “I saw you had out of state plates.  How long you in town for?”  I said “I’m heading up to Virginia Beach for a wedding, but I’ll be passing through here Saturday night late.”

He said “Saturday night late.   You’ll probably need to change clothes again, right?”

I said “Oh yeah.   Can you meet me here and…help out?”

He smiled and said “See you then.”

We had been swimming for about ten minutes when he started to wrestle with me in the water. It was not like he was trying to dominate me because he is sort of athletic at all. Instead it was playful and when I didn’t act put off he got more bold. Eventually he worked his way behind me and reached around me to gently grasp my cock through my bathing suit. I was a bit stunned by what he did but I didn’t pull away. He began to fondle me and reached inside my suit. I was extremely excited as he could tell by the stiffness in his hand. He asked if I wanted to go to the house or play around in the water. I surprised myself again when I suggested the house.

When we got inside we quickly shed our suits and I was impressed by the size of his cock. Mine was about six inches long but he was easily eight if not more. I have seen many a cock since that day, mostly watching porno, and whether because it was the first hard cock I saw in real life besides my own or some other reason it remains the most beautiful one I have ever seen. I write this story some 25 years after it occurred and I still have a vivid image. His pubic hair was closely trimmed except for his ball sack which was shaved. It may have been an optical illusion created by the fact that they were shaved but his balls looked huge. As I stood there watching him stroke his already hard cock it was like I was paralyzed. I couldn’t move, didn’t know what to do. My inability to act wasn’t a problem however because David soon walked over to me and started to stroke my cock for me. When he touched me it sent tingles throughout my body and I almost fell to the floor. Seeing my weakened state he directed me to lay on the floor.

As inexperienced and nervous as I was, he was the opposite. It was obvious he had done this before with someone else. Instead of upsetting me that I was just another cock to conquer it turned me on more. I wanted to learn whatever he wanted to teach. As these thoughts went through my mind he lowered his mouth on my cock and began to gently suck me. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Any doubts I had about the unfolding of events quickly flew from my mind as I laid back and enjoyed my first blowjob. As a note, I do not consider myself bisexual or gay but I still get turned on by these memories. Since that day I have only had one other blowjob from a man and many from various women. David was as good as any I have ever gotten. Mainly because he truly enjoyed sucking cock but I am sure that he did to me what he liked done to him. As he took my cock in and out of his mouth he started to use a hand as well. The combination of his hand and mouth working together soon had me ready to shoot my load. He could feel the approach of my orgasm and as I started to cum he slipped a finger into my asshole. In a split second I went from startled to enjoying the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I had masturbated plenty of times and thought an orgasm was an orgasm. Boy was I wrong. David was either an expert or extremely lucky that his finger found what I assume now was my prostate. I thought my orgasm would never stop as he continued to suck me until the last spasm of my cock. As I started to tell him how great he made me feel he crawled up from my legs and kissed me. I instinctively kissed him back and as he opened his mouth during the kiss I did the same and he treated me with a mouthful of my own cum. I wanted to be grossed out by what was happening but instead I could already feel my cock twitch as it began to grow erect. I loved the taste of my cum. This had to be his plan to get me to taste my own cum so I wouldn’t be immediately turned off by the idea of having another boy’s cum in my mouth. When he saw my reaction I could tell it turned him on even more than knowing he was my first sexual experience.

As good as he made me feel I wanted to do the same for him so I pushed him onto his back and proceeded to do what he did to me. As I took his cock into my mouth for the first time my own cock became like a rock. The feel of him in my mouth was and still is unique. I enjoyed the smoothness of it and marveled at its size. I played with his balls mainly because I wanted to feel them because he had no hair there. As a note I went home that evening and the first thing I did was shave my balls and I have never let the hair grow back. Anyway, here I am with a cock in my mouth and I started doing the same things to him that he did to me.  I took as much of him as I could in my mouth and stroked his shaft with one hand while playing with his balls in the other. I couldn’t believe how much I liked giving him a blow job. I am not sure how long I did this before he started to move his hips like he was fucking my mouth, this too got me even more excited. My own cock was so hard now it was almost painful. Anyway, he started to moan and thrust his cock more into my mouth and a few times I thought I would gag. Then I felt his orgasm start and instead of trying to keep him from cumming in my mouth I actually started to moan and suck harder. He gave a big sigh and I felt his cock start to spasm in my mouth and a huge load of cum erupted from his balls. I tried my best but couldn’t swallow it all. It dribbled out of my mouth and onto his balls and ass. As his orgasm subsided he lay back and told me how wonderful his orgasm was. As I listened to him I began to clean his cum from his balls and even licked around his ass. I couldn’t believe what I was doing but I loved the taste of his cum more than I liked the taste of my own. Our afternoon didn’t end here, would you like to hear the rest?

Three weeks went by, and we started talking as if we where best friends, his name was David, and he had one child and was divorced. We exchanged pictures, and watched each other do things on web-cam. He said I looked very pretty dressed as a girl, and he suggested that we meet up. As my Mum was away almost all the time, she wouldn’t notice if a man was staying in my room, so I accepted and I gave my address to David. We arranged for him to come around my house on the 16^th of July, which happened to be a Friday.

The day came round quicker than what I expected it too, and at half 2 in the afternoon there was knock at the door. I opened the door, and David stood there. He was just as handsome and sexy as he was on his picture. He stood at about 6’3” tall, and was broad shouldered and slightly tanned. He smiled, and I noticed a full set of pearly white teeth. His blue eyes twinkled in the sunlight and his brown hair fell elegantly below his left eye.

“How lucky am I?” I thought.

I had managed to get a man interested in me who was much better looking than any I had ever seen. I quickly invited him in and sat down. I told him I’d be right back, and I sprinted up stairs and dressed into a French maid outfit I had found in my mothers draw, I purposely left my underwear off, and I ran back down the stairs. I entered the living room to find David sitting on the chair, fully naked.

“Mike, I’d like you to give me a lap dance.” He demanded with his smooth, manly voice.

I turned on the hi-fi and put a slow song on, and started to dance like the many women had in the porn videos I had seen on the internet. I moved closer and closer, I kneeled down and placed my hand on his muscular, hard thighs. He could see my small hard cock, and he grabbed his and started to massage it. I moved his hands away, and slowly started to lick the tip of his penis. Steadily I began moving my mouth around the edges of his long hard member, and I then began to move my head forward as if swallowing his dick. I sucked for several minutes, his hands massaged the back of my head and I felt a sudden warmth in my mouth. He had cum, I tried my best to swallow all of his cum, and then he put on a condom and pulled me up.

“Mike sit on my lap.” He ordered once again.

I stood up, and put a leg on either side of him, he put a hand on each of my ass cheeks and I slowly began to nudge myself forward, I felt his dick enter my tiny hole, and I moaned. It hurt to start with, but after several seconds the pain subsided and was replaced by pleasure. I moved up, and down moaning and groaning like the little girl I wanted to be. We ended up on my mother’s bed, him pumping me hard and fast. He was lying on top and me on the bottom, my legs wrapped around him tightly.

“Yes, whoa, mike, you sure this is your first time with a guy?” He whispered in my ear while pumping my ass.

“Yes, it is my first time” I replied. “Call me Michelle from now on please.”

“Only if you call me Daddy.” He said.

Part II Coming soon…

Max had always been my friend, but I've never seen his dick before. It was a nice cock. Very fat and about five inches long with out an erection. "8, 9, 10, 11," Max was saying as he did his push-ups. I don't know what came over me but I reached in his shorts and boxers and grabbed his dick.

He stopped doing push-ups and rolled onto his butt, sitting on the floor. Max said, "what are you doing, John???" I said, "I don't know Max, I saw your dick while you did the push-ups and I don't know what came over me, I just grabbed." He said, well you could've just asked." He stood up and pulled down his shorts and boxers. It was such a nice dick. He had short thick pubes all around it. I don't know why but he took off his shirt too and was now completely naked. I immediately took off all my clothes, revealing my 6 inch boner I had just gotten. I knelt in front of him and began to suck his cock. It was so warm inside my mouth.

I grabbed his ass as I did this. I then started sucking on his balls and then sliding my mouth up his shaft to the top and then kept sucking on it. I grabbed his dick with my right hand and sucked as I jacked him off. Max started to moan a little. Then I told him to lay down, and he did. I spread his legs and inserted my dick into his ass. I started pumping slowly.

As i fucked him I grabbed his dick and jacked it off slowly. We were both moaning now and it felt so good. I started to fuck him harder and faster and I jerked him off faster too. I felt an amazing orgasm coming and I kept fucking. He started to moan loudly and so did I. Jiz started flowing out of his cock all over my hand. At the same time I exploded in his ass as an incredible orgasm happened. I pulled my dick out and layed next to him. He got up and put his clothes on, so I did also. We didn't say a word as we walked and grabbed our things from the locker room and headed upstairs.

We signed out and got on our bikes. Before we began biking in opposite directions to go home he said, "well, John, I wasn't expecting that, but I enjoyed it very much. I'll see you at the same time tomorrow," and he winked as he started biking away.

 'Mum,as I've been nice to you by stopping,will you do me a really big favour' "Go on,like what?its not something rude is it!" 'No not really,well no more than what we've been on about' "Say then,go on,out with it" 'W-E-L-L,as you saw my C-O-C-K  hard that is,would you show me your pussy,I promise not to touch it or anything if that worries you' Without a word,mum looking at the ceiling,obviously not daring to look at me looking,as she pulled her dress up to her belly and with thighs parted,pulled her knickers to one side.

 My cock jerked in my pants and I adjusted it as it hardened. There it was,my mothers pussy,well part of it. 'Mum,why are you keeping your fingers over the top part?' Blushing profoundly,but still silent. Her fingers parted in a vee. A hard protrusion glistened between them like a shiny wet hard bean with a wet piece if skin lifted back above it like a little hood. In a whisper now, "I was trying to hide it,that hard bit is my clitoris peeping out from its hood" She touched the soft tissue shaped like a hood. 'Why? is it sore,its ever so inflamed' "No! No! its about earlier" She pressed her lips open, "See,see how wet and slippery I am,that's because I was going to let you" - My cock was beating a tattoo against my belly. 'And mine mum,its pulsing and throbbing against my belly' "My clitoris is hard like a little cock,it does that like yours does"

 'Its because mine wants yours,does yours want mine as well?' "mmm" 'Can we then,you know' I went for broke, 'Will you let me?' Eyes still wide open and looking straight to the ceiling still. "mmm" I moved towards her and leant onto her legs and belly,her eyes closed and I felt her let go her knicker leg and reach for my trouser zip. Expertly she fumbled and pulled my rampant hardon out into her thigh area. I following her lead,pulled at her knickers and got them really over to one side. God,I'm going to cum,I know I will before I can put it in. But no,as her warm pussy lips touched my penis I felt it slide oh! so smoothly inside her. The sensation was electric. "Gently,do me gently" on saying this I felt mum start playing with her clitoris,in seconds,she grabbed at my ass and we thrust mutually at each other.

 "C-U-M-M-I-N-G! You're making me C-U-M-M" She gasped as I exploded into her. "Your CUM,its in me" I was on another planet as we pumped at each other and still I felt surge after surge pump up mum's quim. "Phew! We shouldn't have,you know that" I nodded. With my cock still deep in her,she gripped hold of me and almost crushed my ribs so I couldn't breath properly. "That bum thing! another time eh? If he does it to you tonight,wait till after he's gone to sleep and come into my room and I'll let you do it to me.Don't worry about his KY. I've got some" She giggled as I stood off from her and my still rock hard cock wetly pointed at her. Playfully putting her hands up like in a cowboy film. "Yes oh great throbbing one,I'm yours to do to me as you wish" adding, "I mean that,my bellies tingling like mad because of our illicit sex"

 'Mum,you've forgot about dad being with you' "No I haven't,he's off on a man thing with his mates,I wish Brian was as well,but he said nothing. I hope he takes the bike off somewhere, But I'm a bit fearful, - shocking me with this crude statement, its my meat he's got planned for his manly spit after last night" I must admit after my previous experience and with a promise of fulfilment with mum,I was relishing the chance of my brother un-beknown to him making all things possible for me with mum.

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 As evening became night,I heard Brian,yes the bike was with him and they stayed by the door,just inside in fact. All was hushed tones,then my bedroom door quietly opened,it was mum. In a whisper, "He's trying to do her against the hallway wall. I jumped out of bed and it wasn't lost on mum that not only did I have a hardon up to my chin,it was showing,that is the KY. I'd already applied in my eagerness to put Brian to bed so to speak and allow myself all night for mum. "He may not want you now" she smiled whimsically" Then with a dirty wicked smirk she opened her gown and pressed forward at my hardon with her belly,no contact just plain torment.

 She was going and we could hear the bike working at our Brian's cock,the grunts became fragmatic then with his usual burst of energy the sound very clearly told us he's spilled his seed in the bike and in turn she'd orgasmed rather loudly over his cock. "Fuck woman,that's all over my trousers" - "Do we go up now?" "No,tomorrow,I'll get mum to sort somewhere for our kid to sleep, then you wont be bothered about what I wanted,but said you wouldn't in case he watched,alright?" "Yeah,if you say so,we could now though,I wouldn't mind if he woke up while we were at it,although its very kinky mind"

 My reaction was. Go home you bitch,I'm not interested in your kinky stuff,I'm on a mission to mum. Just fuck off will you! Surprisingly as Brian passed mum's room, "goodnight mum" and it even sounded as though he meant it. In he came,off came his clothes. He pulled at his foreskin. As it rolled back it showed every sign of the bikes juice that he'd said about going on his clothes. 'She was sweet tonight then?' "You heard her cumming did you,I bet it made you horny,lets see,got a hardon have you,want me to let you have a go on her,you horny little toad" I blatantly pulled enough clothes away to let him see my hardon,then turned away and pulling my ass cheeks apart to show the KY.

 I said, 'Want some,you letting me hear her getting it got me horny yes,in fact I was jealous,she'd drain you out and I couldn't get last night repeated' It worked, "Don't ever fear little virgin ass brother,there's lots more where that came from" I then got a repeat performance of the night before except I didn't get bit on the knob. But he was so intense because I gave the impression I needed more of his cock,that he failed to notice mum open the door just a tiny bit as he grunted his sperm into my bowel. She hung there not blinking as he tried to wank me stupid but with the heat of his cock in my ass it just hung flacid. It was of no consequence as just as mum said,he like dad was only interested in getting his orgasm.

 With sperm in and over my ass,he slunk over to his own bed and was asleep in moments. I gave it ten minutes or so,then as intended I crept over to mum's room. In a whisper, "Did you hear what he said to the bike,he's going to try and talk me into letting you stay in this room to give them a free hand" Quietly she giggled,"just watch me play hardball with that" She turned, "see" Her ass crack was covered in jel' "Had to start without you,I couldn't get over how such a tiny little asshole could open for a cock his size" Now on her back, "Have a little play with what I showed you this morning" another giggle, "You made me feel like a little girl showing it down the lane to the kids, - adding, I used to make them give me 5p to look and 10p to touch"

 'Did a man give you a pound?' "No,I was only ten then" 'Well?' She slapped my naked ass,thwack! thwack! 'Shhh! "Well that's dirty,tickle me for fucks sake before I decide to stop you doing it and anyway,after its in I want you to try and roll me onto my belly,I still think I'd prefer it like that but we'll start spoon like okay" I had little trouble with fucking mum in her ass,as soon as I got my helmet past her sphincter she took over and thrust at my length until I was completely up inside her rectum. As I got near to cumming mum said "Its making my pussy cum,push me onto my belly"

 I came hard and fast until I could cum no more. The feeling of my pubic bone against my mum's soft ass cheeks was like a water bed. Still deep inside her I started to rock gently on her bum's softness, "You're making me cum again,she forced her hand under her belly and down to her clit,I could feel her,she was masterbating as I pumped until with little short gasps she orgasmed and clenched and opened her ass cheeks making me shoot as only a young cock can,jet after jet pumped from me until my orgasm was verging on pain. We lay entwined for over a half hour.

 "Off" I did and she rolled onto her back, "See,that was all so lovely,kneel over me,in so doing,I jumped as she pulled my foreskin back and wiped my cock with some wet cool tissue. "I want you to do some more of what we done this morning,No knickers now,see" Of course I knew she was naked but the fun of remembering I'd had it up her knicker leg made my cock surge to a solid ramrod, "Now,fuck me now" I gently pushed as she sucked air into her heaving lungs, "God this is what I have so wanted over the years,gentle loving sex" We kissed,I mean a real kiss,sexual as you like,before that kiss ended our orgasm's mingled as did our juices. I rolled from mum completely satisfied, "You satisfied me more than I've ever had in my life,I want you to stay and sleep here,but we may not wake in time,go back in now and tomorrow,we get to do it all night"

 I crept back to my room and slept the sleep of a god. The god of sex I suppose it was"!

 All for now,bye.

Jerry stroked his cock a littler faster, moaning things like, ‘Fuck her…fuck her in the ass… suck his big cock while he fucks you…’ He turned his head to me and said, ‘god, can you imagine how that feels? One big cock in her ass, another in her mouth?’ We were both pretty close to coming when Jerry looked at me again, his eyes half closed, and softly said, “MMmmm, that’s what I want. I want to feel what she feels. Ohhhhh, I want to suck a cock so bad. Give me your cock, Max. Come in my mouth.” Barely thinking, I stood and moved my cock to his lips. He watched my cock as it moved closer, my hand stroking. A fraction of an inch from his mouth his tongue snaked out to lick the pre-cum from the tip. I placed my hand on the back of his head and pushed my cock into his warm, moist mouth. The feeling was more than I could take and after 3 or 4 strokes into his mouth my body tensed as my orgasm hit. “Jerry…JERRRRRYYY….. I’M GONNA COME” I pulled his head into my hips, pushing my cock into his mouth. I felt his body tense. Come raced up my young cock, “AHHHHHHHH” filling his mouth. “MMMMMMMmmmmmm” he groaned as I pumped my load into him. Jerry came, his hot sperm landing on my back running down in between my ass cheeks. I pulled my dick from his mouth and he looked up at me, opened his mouth to show me and then swallowed. “MMMmmmm. That tastes goooood.” He had moved his hands to my ass, separating my cheeks, letting his come run onto my asshole. “Turn around, let me lick my come off you.” I turned and his mouth started at the middle of my back, moving down, sucking in his come as he went. Jerry reached the top of my butt and almost involuntarily I leaned over as he spread my ass cheeks, his tongue getting closer to my anus, what was left of his load trailing onto the back of my scrotum. Jerry moved his hand to my sack, pulling it back, his lips sucking first one ball, than the other into his mouth. His tongue moved up, tasting the come that was left on my asshole, licking, pushing, probing I relaxed and his tongue entered me, my hand on my cock, stroking. Jerry’s face was buried in my ass, tongue fucking me, “I’m going to come again.” He reached around, removed my hand from my cock and continued to fuck my ass with his tongue. He stopped, turned me around, looked up at me and said, “Fuck my face…Fuck my face with your cock!” I pushed my cock into his waiting mouth, placed my hands on the back of his head and started to fuck his mouth, my hips banging into his nose, each time I pulled back his mouth acting as a suction, coaxing me ever closer to the inevitable, his hands on my ass pulling me in, closer, closer, my orgasm just moments away. Jerry moved one hand to my saliva slick asshole, pushing his finger into me. ‘Deeper’ I thought as he pushed.

“Deeper..Push it deeper into me, “I groan, and as he does my ass started to contract around it.

“I’m coming…JEEEERRRRY.” I pushed my cock into his mouth, and came. “AAAAHHHHHHHH…. SUUUUCK MEEEE!!!” My hips jerked into his face. Jerry pulled his finger from my ass, as another stream of come went into his mouth.

As I pulled my cock out of Jerry’s mouth I looked down at him, he up at me and smiled. I dropped to my knees, embracing him in a hug, my lips meeting his, his tongue pushing into my mouth, tasting for the first time, my own come.

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Over the next few years Jerry and I became closer, almost as if we were a couple. I took a few girls out, but found I would rather be with Jerry and stopped taking girls out all together. We would go out and more often than not ended up in a secluded spot and neck, making out as if we were a guy and girl rather than two guys. Jerry enjoyed being the submissive side of the relationship. He had started wearing girls panties for our dates and I thought of him as if he were my girlfriend, sucking his flat breasts, sucking his small cock as if it were an overgrown clit, licking his ass as if it were a pussy, bringing him to orgasm, his sweet juice filling my mouth. Jerry loved sucking me, his favorite position was 69. We would spend the night together when his parents were away. He would dress in teddys, baby dolls, garters and thongs, wearing just a bit of make-up, curling his now shoulder length blond hair, his 5’7” body looking every part a girl except for his flat chest. At 18 I was 6’ 2”, 190 lbs. My cock had grown from the modest 5 inches to 9 inches long and 6 inches around when erect. Jerry stayed at 5’7”. His cock never got much bigger, about 4 ½ inches. He became accustomed to my size and was able to take all of me into his throat.

I wanted to fuck him, but he would not let me, being coy, telling to wait until the time was right.

He commented once that my dick was big enough that I could probably suck it myself if I tried. We were in his bedroom and I said, “Why not, let’s give it a try.” He got between my legs and took my cock into his mouth getting me hard. Putting his hands behind my knees he helped me roll my legs over my head, my cock just an inch from my mouth. Pushing harder the tip of my cock slipped between my lips. I clasped my hands behind my head, pulled and another two inches went in. My head was swimming with the thought that I was sucking my own cock. I swirled my tongue around the head. Jerry pushed on my legs, I pulled back and forth on my head in some sort of contorted sit-up. My legs were spread wide, my ass exposed, Jerry’s cock sliding along my anus. The feeling was sensational. He moved his cock away from my ass and replaced it with his mouth. Using his spit to lubricate me, he drove his tongue into me. I could only moan approval, my mouth filled with 3 inches of my own throbbing meat. I was close to coming. My ass contracted once and Jerry moved his mouth away from my ass, replacing it once again with his cock. One hand move away from my leg and I saw him spit into his palm, his eyes locked on mine as he rubbed his dick. His slick cock slid back and forth across my ass. “Suck your cock…SUCK IT. COME IN YOUR MOUTH…TASTE YOUR COME!” I felt my orgasm rise, my come pushing it’s way through my cock into my mouth, my ass contracting. “COME FOR MEE…COME IN YOUR OWN MOUTH…EAT IT..EAT YOUR OWN COME.” His body tensed, “I’m COMMMING….I’m COOOOOMING” As my come filled my mouth I felt Jerry place the tip of his dick against my ass, his cock pulsed once covering my asshole with come, again and again his cock spat his hot seed onto my ass, his come running across my balls and down my cock. As it reached my lips I parted them and was treated with the taste of Jerry’s sperm. ‘MMMmmmm we tasted gooood!’

Our orgasms subsided and Jerry released my legs, my cock popping from my mouth, my legs dropping to the bed and Jerry collapsing into my arms, our lips meeting, kissing, tongues fighting, tasting the last remnants of my come. Breathing into my ear, slowly stroking me Jerry said, “Max, my sweet Max, next time we are together I want you to make love to me. I have wanted you since the first time we were together. I want you inside me. I want your big cock in my pussy, filling me, coming inside me.” I kissed him/her and left, my mind spinning.

            ‘Well that was a waste of time and fucking money,’ I said to myself as I tried to stifle a yawn.

It started to dawn on me that I probably wouldn’t make it home without having some sort of accident after all, it was getting near impossible to fight off sleep. I was approaching a place called ‘Cider Woods’, a pick nick and parking area set back from the road and hidden among trees and decided to stop there for a sleep. Once recovered I would carry on home. It seemed like a good plan at the time.

It was a hot, August night. The air was still and thick with heat and, once the air conditioning went off in the car I started to sweat uncomfortably. There had been no other cars in the car park, it was well after midnight and I had parked up in the most secluded part so I judged it o.k. to strip off, put the diver’s seat right back and lie down. I was still up tight at not finding trade and still needed to jerk off before I could properly settle down. I turned on the interior light, took one of my one-hander story books from the glove compartment, and had a read.

I’m a top, always heave been, I have never had anyone touch my arse apart from the occasional rimming, and I like reading stories about other tops. How they give those smooth young bottoms something to scream about as they pound their asses with their huge hairy meat. I’d only read a few pages before I spurted over my stomach and chest. That really finished me off. I chucked the book on the passenger seat with my clothes, flicked off the light and more or less passed out.

I don’t know exactly how much time had passed, but I was suddenly woken by a sharp tapping on the window. It took me a moment of grogginess to realise where I was and that a torch was being shone through the glass and into my face. And then I heard a deep, growling voice that made my blood freeze.

            ‘What do you think you’re doing?’

I shielded the light from my eyes enough to see the face. A slightly overweight police officer with a thick moustache and a sarcastic grin on his face was looking into the car and searching around it with his flashlight.

            ‘Oh, hi..’ I stammered as I sat bolt upright, trying to adjust the car seat. ‘I stopped because I was tired. It was dangerous for me to drive on…’

            ‘Is that so?’ the policeman’s gaze returned to my face before slowly travelling down my body, following the trail made by his flashlight.

I remembered that I was naked, swore and made a grab for my clothes.

            ‘Don’t touch anything and get out of the car.’ His voice had lost its sarcastic edge, now it was full of menace and he was opening my door.

            ‘But I’m naked…’ I tried to say. I was embarrassed and starting to get worried.

            ‘Just get out of the car now,’ he ordered. ‘And leave those clothes where they are.

A strong hand landed on my shoulder and started to tug me from safety. I climbed out, trying to cover my modesty with my hands, and stood there looking at my feet. I remember thinking ‘it’s cooler outside than in the car,’ before my scrambled thoughts were interrupted.

            ‘Hands down by your sides,’ the policeman barked.

            I nervously moved them as he told me to. I felt a slight breeze brush against my balls which tingled and shrank right up.

            ‘Well now,’ he said grabbing me abruptly by my hair. ‘What do we have here?’ He pushed my head back to stare straight into my face. ‘What have you been up to lying there naked? And with… what’s that? A queer porn mag lying open on the seat next to you. You some kind of pervert?’

            ‘No,’ I protested. ‘I undressed because it was so hot, I told you I had to stop or else I’d have had an accident.’

His expression did not change and my confidence waned.

‘I’d been out at a bar and… well, I wanted to… That is…’

He smirked, his moustache rose slightly on one side and he turned his head.

            ‘Hey Mike,’ he called back into the night. ‘Looks like we’ve found us some kind of pervert.’

It was then that I realised that there was more than one of them. I saw a figure walk across the headlight beam of the police car and approach. He was slightly younger than the officer who still held me by the head and was more muscular, better built. When he came close enough I could see a face sneering from behind a dark beard.

            ‘Fucking pervert,’ he spat as he looked first at me and then at the older cop. ‘What you gunna do with him sir?’

I was starting to get scared now and tried to say something in protest at the way they were treating me.

            ‘Shut up and speak only when told to, scumbag,’ the older officer clipped my ear. ‘I reckon we should check him over and make sure he’s not hiding anything. Get over here.’

His powerful fingers twisted the hair at the back of my neck as he pushed me around towards the back of the car. I was shoved hard and nearly stumbled but he gripped me like a vice and pointed me to face the boot of the car.

            ‘Now bend over that boy, I want to see if you’re hiding anything…up there,’ he pushed me roughly down.

            ‘You can’t do this…’ I tried to resist but he was too strong and bent me over.

            ‘Say one more word boy and I’ll make you very sorry,’ he hissed sharply.

He pressed my face side on to the metal of the boot, held me there and shouted, ‘Mike, check what’s in the car and bring it out. All of it.’

I knew what was in there and I knew that them finding it wouldn’t do me any favours. I tried one more time to speak.

            ‘Look…’

            Smack! A sharp slash of pain stopped me dead. And then another. Smack. He had spanked my arse so hard I nearly had the wind knocked out of me.

            ‘I told you not to speak didn’t I? You piece of shit.’

Another three, really hard hits brought tears to my eyes. I heard the sound of the slaps echo into the deserted black woods around me. I was totally helpless. And my arse was stinging like mad. Abruptly he stopped and said, ‘that’s just for starters. Do as you’re told and it might turn out fine. Time to look up that arse of yours and see what you’re hiding.’

Oh God, no! I thought. Nobody had ever been there, I’d never allowed it. I was a top, always, I’d never let anyone get that kind of power over me.

            ‘Stay in that position and don’t move lad,’ he ordered.

I felt him squat down behind me and his rough hands started to part the cheeks of my smacked arse. Parted them so far I thought I would split.

Suddenly I heard a thud and the rattle of metal hitting the ground just behind me.

            ‘You were right sir,’ the other cop said. ‘He is a pervert, a fucking queer. Look at all this stuff.’

The one in charge must have looked at what had been tipped from my bag, my ‘overnight gear’, but he kept my cheeks spread as far apart from each other as was possible as he said, ‘holly shit! You are one sick mother…’ Then he paused before saying, ‘mind you, some of this might come in handy.’

What was he on about? I knew what had been in the bag, I knew what hey were looking at, and I knew the kind of things I did with it, on my subs. I was nervous, I lost control and farted.

            ‘You dirty bastard,’ the older cop shouted.

He stood up quickly, put one hand on the middle of my back and slapped at my right arse cheek with his other. Smack. Smack. Smack. And then he changed hands and attacked the other side. Smack. Smack. Smack.

‘Do you think you’re clever? I’ll teach you not to be clever with me,’ he grunted with the rhythm of his smacking.

My arse felt red raw and with every slap my groin was pushed into the hard steel of the back of the car. Even though I was scared shitless my dick seemed to have a will of its own. It grew harder with every smack.

After several minutes of constant spanking the policeman finally said, ‘that’s enough for now.’ He was hardly out of breath. ‘Have you learned your lesson boy?’

‘Yes sir,’ I gasped back weakly.

‘Good lad. That’s what I like to hear.’ He ran the palm of his hand over my hot, swollen arse. ‘Mike, pass me that Hot Lube.’

My mind started to race again. What was he going to do now? I didn’t have time to think further, he answered for me buy pulling my left arse cheek painfully to one side.

            ‘Like I said I’m going to see if you got anything hidden up inside that smooth skinned arse of yours. I’ve put this cream on my fingers and I’m gunna inspect you now. Don’t move. Mike, you keep these rosy cheeks apart for me so I can get a proper look.’

            ‘Sure thing sir. Don’t mind if I do.’

I felt ‘Mike’ put his solid hands on my arse and spread my cheeks open. I couldn’t believe what was happening. And I couldn’t believe that my cock, now fully stiff, was starting to leak.

The older policeman put his finger straight on my hole and started spreading the lube around the rim. He was unexpectedly gentle, in contrast to the rough spanking he’d just dealt me and this caught me off guard. I let out a small moan of pleasure. Before the sting of the hot lube started to take effect and my hole clamped shut against the pain.

But then his finger was pressing against that puckered entrance, the gel allowing him to force his finger tip just inside. Then he started to rotate it.

All of a sudden I realised that I was actually enjoying this. As long as they didn’t tell me to turn around and display the erection I was trying to hide from them. I knew that would mean real trouble. The fingertip was removed quickly and my sphincter felt looser than it had before.  

            ‘Hey Mike,’ he was saying, ‘get your head closer and have a good look at this.’

There was the sound of feet scuffling into another position and then, without warning, the finger was shoved back in. This time it felt like he’d jabbed me with all of it, I gritted my teeth and drew in a sharp breath. Once again the finger was rotated for a few seconds and then he started to pull it out. Before it was fully out though he slid it back in; making me wince. I felt it search around inside me. I felt the two cops so close behind me that their breath was hot against my glowing flesh. Out came the finger, nearly all the way, and then right back in again, a little further each time. I was aware of whispering behind me, I wondered what they were saying.

And then, without warning, two fingers were shoved deep inside me. The pain shot through me and I cried out. My protest was met by a few more slaps. This time, I guessed from Mike, they were harder, his hands were larger.

            ‘For good measure,’ I heard him say and my cock dribbled more precum.

            ‘Can’t seem to feel anything there,’ the one in charge said and I started to relax, thinking that this would soon be over. ‘Guess we’ll just have to look deeper.’

Deeper! What the fuck did he mean?

           

            ‘Stand up boy,’ the policeman ordered. He grabbed me by the hair again and pulled me up straight, turned me around.

My face felt as red hot as my arse as my hard on swung around and into view.

            ‘Jesus sir,’ I heard Mike say as he grabbed me by the shoulders. I had closed my eyes against my embarrassment. ‘Look at this, he’s been enjoying himself!’

            ‘Well, we can put a stop to that,’ the other one grunted. ‘We’ll take him in there, to the clearing behind those trees. We’ll finish the inspection there. You,’ he barked at me, ‘pick up this stuff and carry it.’

With that, Mike released me and kicked at the bag at my feet. I opened my eyes but did not dare look at the two of them. I quickly picked up my bag of gear before being shoved towards the blackness of the woods ahead.

            ‘That arse is really red raw,’ I heard the older guy whisper into my ear as we walked. ‘You enjoying this boy?’

            ‘Yes…no. No, I’m not….sorry…I…’ I was both excited and scared. ‘I’m confused.’

            ‘Good. You’ll be even more confused before long. Stand still.’

From what I could make out in the dim light of approaching dawn we had reached a small clearing in the woods. Not far from the car park and the silent road. A semi circle of trees stood around like voyeurs in a back room, shadows waited between their trunks and nothing moved in the stillness behind them.

            ‘Get on your knees and put your hands on the ground,’ I was ordered. ‘I have to finish my inspection.’

I dropped the bag and did as I was instructed.

            ‘What now sir?’ I heard Mike ask and there was an enthusiasm to his voice that I hadn’t noticed before.

            ‘I want you to inspect him this time,’ his boss directed. ‘I’ll keep those cute cheeks apart. You, spread your legs wider lad.’

I moved them slightly, pine needles and twigs sticking into my knees. A boot kicked against my ankle, there was the sound of quick movement and he shouted, ‘wider!’

A palm, feeling like a wooden paddle, landed hard against the centre of my crack, slapping hot air and flesh against my stinging kin. ‘Wider!’ Another slap right on the centre brought a dull numbness to my open hole. And then the numbness went and the soreness returned. I did as I was told straight away. I was trying to figure out what was happening, why I was enjoying this treatment and I was wondering what they were going to do to me next.

Then I felt hands spreading my cheeks wide open again and felt the night air rush around, trying to cool me down. But it did not stay there long. A thick finger started to invade my hole, this time the probing was more amateurish, compared to the boss’ treatment. Mike was rougher, quicker, not as sensitive. This time he shoved in right up to the hilt and I felt more pain than I had experienced before. I thought I would pass out; my breath was taken from me.

The finger rested for a second and then started to move; left then to the right and then in circles. And the pain started to go away as he slowly withdrew, opening me up more with his knuckles. I’d never felt anything like it in my life. Suddenly I didn’t want it to stop. My cock was rock solid and painfully swollen and my head was light and spinning.

Mike pushed in again with such force that my face was forced to the ground and another moan escaped from my dry mouth.

All at once the older policeman let go of my cheeks and moved around in front of me. He jerked my head up from the floor and made me look at him.

            ‘You enjoying having that finger up your arse then, eh? Are you getting off on it?’

            ‘I…’

            ‘Eh? Do you want more boy?’

I didn’t have time to answer as he ignored me and looked up to his deputy. ‘I think you should try using that on him,’ he was indicating something out of my sight and leaned away to reach for it. He turned back to face me again. ‘Let’s see if you still enjoy it, with this,’ he said and held up my own thick, black dildo before shuffling around behind me.

I knew I was in trouble. A finger hurt badly enough, I knew I would not be able to cope with a thing that size. I used it on my trade, I forced it into them, other people liked having that shoved in their insides. Not me.

Mike’s finger pulled out with a popping sound and I grunted at the sudden release. The next thing I knew I could feel the slippery, rubber end of the dildo sliding up and down my crack. I held my breath, screwed up my eyes and felt the deputy slowly start to push it in.

I wanted to scream the forest down. The pain was almost too much to tolerate and I felt as if my arse was going to split wide open. Mike started to apply a bit more pressure and another inch was forced in. Then he withdrew it a little and I breathed again. But then a quick shove, a searing hot pain and I realised that, so far, only the head had gone in. My hole clamped up around the rim of the rubber cock-head like it was trying to grip it, to stop it going further. But to no avail. I was in fucking agony as the thing was slid in another merciless inch.

And yet, at the same time, my cock was ready to explode. I’d never felt pleasure and pain like this before. Never felt the two things so perfectly opposed. I didn’t know if I could stand this without passing out but I did know that now I didn’t want it to stop.

I could feel Mike’s fingers scraping against my raw arse cheeks and realised that the dildo was all the way in. My breathing calmed as he rested there, letting me recover, and slowly the pain subsided. I adjusted, I relaxed and then all I felt was pure ecstasy.

And then the rhythm started. Slowly at first. Mike gently pulled the dildo back, I felt its wide rim pull at the inside of my sphincter, it relaxed and the rubber rod was free. Then he pushed it slowly back inside and this time my muscle let it in without resistance. I felt the shaft get swallowed as six inches of pleasure made itself at home, slowly, gently, smoothly. His fist met with my glowing flesh pushing my whole body forward, and he twisted the thing, scraping his knuckles against me before pulling it back out again.

His rhythm quickened, sliding it into me, twisting it, pulling it out. In again, his fist against my skin, I could feel the material of his uniform brush against my legs and I could feel his weight as he sat across one of my legs. And this time when he pulled it back out something remained. His other hand cupped my balls and began to play with them. He clenched his fist around them, unclenched, squeezed again.

            ‘I can’t believe how excited he is sir,’ I heard him say. ‘He’s really enjoying this.’

With that he slid his hand up the shaft of my rock hard cock and held it, one of his fingers exploring the precum that moistened the swollen head. That was almost enough to send me over the edge there and then but then I heard him say, ‘God, he’s leaking cum all over the place,’ as he slid the dildo back inside me.

            ‘Let’s see if he likes this then.’ The older cop had reappeared in front of me. He knelt down, grabbed my head and pushed it towards the solid bulge in his trousers.

            ‘I don’t need to remind you not to do anything stupid boy,’ he threatened while sliding his belt away from its loops. ‘You’re going to service my dick with that sweet, young mouth of yours. And if I feel any teeth I’m gunna thrash you with this, got it?’

I nodded. My mind was on keeping myself from coming as the deputy massaged my cock and kept up his slow fucking with the dildo. Before me the older cop pulled down his zip, reached inside with one hand and eased out his cock. I forgot about my own state when I saw it.

His circumcised head glistened purple in the half light and crowned a long, dark shaft contoured with thick veins. It grew out like a log from a thicket of black and grey pubes and beneath it he released a set of weighty, wrinkled balls. Taking his shaft in one fist he slapped it across my face a few times and then instructed me to put it in my mouth.

I licked his precum from the tip.

            ‘Any bitch can do that boy, suck it!’

Mike slapped my arse so hard I could feel welts coming up.

            ‘Suck his fucking dick. Suck it good you cocksucker.’

I opened my mouth as far as it would go, I stretched it, felt my lips pulled taught. I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to take the thickness of the meat that was before me, scared that I should scrape it and get more punishment. The boss pushed his sweat-smelling cock head into my mouth and I tried to take it all the way back. I only got half way before I had to breathe. I tried to back off but he gripped my hair tighter and pushed my head forward, impaling my face on his cock.

            ‘Take it, take my dick,’ he growled.

And I did. Going all the way down until my face was buried in the furry mass of his pubes. I breathed through my nose, sniffing in the smell of man sweat and the scent of his groin. I was forced to slide the thing in and out of my mouth, saliva started to lubricate my throat at last and I was able to take his whole length to the hot recesses of my throat. All the time Mike was matching the fucking my face was getting with the fucking of my arse. As the dildo went in so the cop’s cock was forced in. Mike was still pulling at my balls and torturing my cock with his powerful fingers. Each time I felt like I was going to shoot he would pull the dildo out and slap his palm across my arse, bringing me back from the edge for a split second while driving me ever closer to it.

After a few minutes the older cop’s grip on my head changed. It was not so rough anymore, now he was holding me, then letting me go, then grasping for me again. He started to grunt and his cock started to twitch inside my mouth.

Suddenly he pushed me away and sat back on his haunches, panting and wiping his forehead.

            ‘Here Mike,’ he gasped, ‘you want some of this boy’s mouth?’

            ‘Yes please sir,’ Mike replied eagerly.

My arse felt wide open as he pulled the dildo out for the last time. I heard it thud to the ground as he rustled his way around in front of me to change places with his boss. He stood before me and I looked up at his muscled body as he stripped. It was like he was giving me a chance to recover and enjoy the sight of him slowly reveal his hard thighs, his hairy legs and his cock. I thought the older cop’s cock had been big but Mikes, though not quite as long, was fatter. His balls were pulled up tight in anticipation though still swelled beneath the solid mast of flesh, loaded and waiting to empty.

As soon as he knelt down I was on him. I didn’t wait to be told, I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too. I savoured his taste, sweeter than his boss’, his cock smoother, his pubes softer but just as bushy.

Behind me the other policeman was investigating my arse with his fingers again, massaging my prostate and bring me to the edge of orgasm. He was not as controlled as Mike and before I could stop myself I shot my load. My cock exploded like a volcano at last and I felt a hot jet spurt up onto my stomach. The cop behind me slapped hard at my arse and I shot another load as I swallowed hard on Mike’s firm flesh.

            ‘I didn’t give you permission to come, boy,’ the older cop shouted and started to hit my arse with his belt.

This drove me to chew harder on the cop in front, my groans of pleasure mixing with grunts of pain as he forced my head down onto him. His hips thrust forward as his grip on my head tightened and the belt seared across my burning flesh. And then my mouth was filling with his hot juice as it splattered against the back of my throat. I tried to swallow but more came, filling my mouth as he jerked himself into my face, circling his groin against me and shuddering. His cum filled and dribbled from my mouth as yet more was unloaded into it until finally he slowly pulled it away from me. And when it was released into the cool dawn air it showed no signs of softening.

The lashing from the belt had stopped.

            ‘Get your head down lad,’ the strict voice behind me commanded. ‘I want to fill your arse with my dick.’

I was nervous again. His cock was thicker than the dildo and longer. I didn’t know if I could take any more without passing out. But I didn’t have time to think about it.

            ‘I’m going to fuck you raw boy, fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.’

I felt his heavy hands on the soreness of my arse flesh. They scraped their way around to grab my hips and held me there tight and unforgiving. Mike stood over me, one leg on either side and squatted so that he could hold my cheeks apart for his boss.

            ‘I wanna see this up close,’ he said as he gripped my sides with his knees, locking me into a position from which I could not escape.

I felt the end of the old guy’s cut cock nudge against my slick hole and a rush of panic spread through me. I stiffened, my sphincter clenched. But the monster shaft of cop cock broke it wide open again and slid right into me, up to the hilt until, with one heave, his huge balls slapped against me and nearly forced a second wad of cum from my own. There was no pain after that, just exhilaration and I wanted more as he pulled back. I pushed my arse down eagerly over his cock again.

            ‘I’m the one doing the fucking not you,’ he spat and spanked me again with a new force.

I gave in to him and he started to fuck me. Slowly at first. In, all the way, banging against my prostate, out again, pulling me back over him, sliding out. Teasing turned to pleasurable torture and I was ready to shoot again.

Then Mike was off me and kneeling in front of me, showing me a dark, hairy arse crack.

            ‘Lick this and shove your tongue right up,’ he ordered

I grabbed the pair of furry cheeks, pulled him towards me and buried my head right in there. I could smell his flesh, and the leather from the boots he still wore. Could feel the heat from his body and the heat from the one behind who was fucking me like a machine. On and on it went as the nightmare turned into a fantastic dream and air started to warm with the sun coming up behind the trees. Deeper drove the cop behind me, deeper went my tongue into the one before me.

Until Mike turned around again and showed me that his meat was ready for another sucking. I licked the dried cum from its tip, tasted it again, ran my lips along his shaft as the pounding on my arse intensified. I heard the other cop grunt, shout, ‘oh fuck, I’m coming,’ and felt his rod pull out from my battered butt before firing round after round of burning hot juice across my back. As he came he slapped my arse with his hand and then with his cock, wiping the rest of his jism into the hand prints his spanking had left on me.

            ‘Your turn Mike,’ he panted and came around to kneel in front of me again. ‘You, wash this spunk off my dick.’

He turned me over onto my back, fell onto all fours himself and dangled his still dripping cock over my face. I reached for it keenly with my tongue as I felt Mike lift my legs, push my knees back against my chest and, without warning, ram his wide shaft deep inside my gaping hole. I would have screamed at the savage pounding he dealt me but my throat was full of the older policeman’s cut cock. His balls were squashing on my eyelids and his hairy chest was rubbing against my smooth, flat stomach as he fell forwards, taking my stiff six inches into his own mouth. His moustache played against the downy covering of my tight balls as the back of his throat manipulated my sore cock head. But only for a moment.

            ‘Wank yourself boy,’ he ordered, pushing himself up so that he sat over my face. ‘I wanna see you cum while you eat out my arse.’

As I grabbed at my own cock and felt Mike’s grow wider and harder within me I gorged on the hairy arse hole that was pushing and rubbing in my face. I wanked myself in the same rhythm as Mike’s fucking while feeling the cop above me beating on his own meat, his balls slapping against his furry thighs.

                                                                          

And then Mike was puling out, I heard him grunting, his breathing now fast and shallow. And then he unleashed a thick torrent of hot cum over my balls sending me over the edge. I felt my own juice land on my chest where the guy above was unloading his second wad into the air. It landed on my stomach with another jet from Mike, and I came again, empty at last. The bear above me jerked once more and emptied himself onto my chest. His rough hands rubbed the spunk into my nipples as Mike rubbed his dripping cock around my spent balls.

We stayed in those positions for several minutes, until the sound of a car racing past on the nearby road brought us back to where we were. The sun was up behind the horizon and it was going to be another hot day. The older policeman slid back, allowing me to breathe more freely as I lay on my back staring at the white dawn sky. And Mike slowly lowered my legs back down, they ached, my whole body ached. My arse scraped against the rough ground and I let out a yelp.

The older cop laughed at me as he dressed. ‘What’s your name boy?’ he asked and at last his tone seemed softer.

            ‘Aaron,’ I replied, shifting my gaze to watch his now soft, fat cock being forced back into his uniform and wanting to reach for it.

            ‘When you see me next, Aaron,’ he said, smirking slightly. ‘And you will be seeing me again boy, you will call me Sir. I have a party on next week, at my house, with other… like minded policeman. You will join us there at eight O’clock sharp, or else…’

He left the sentence hanging as he fished out a card from his wallet and threw it down onto my chest.

Then the two of them simply walked off, leaving me there naked and sore, staring at the morning sky.

            ‘Wow, what a fuck,’ I thought to myself and smiled as I looked at the card.

Sure I would be there. But I might turn up five minutes late just to see what the ‘or else’ might be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

Maybe it was because I was a complete stranger that he felt able to tell me his secret. At least I thought so at the time. I figured out later that he had started talking to me because I had a broad, hairy chest, a beard and was older than him. It was all part of his secret.

He told me he was eighteen. Actually he said he was eighteen and four months so I didn’t argue. Then he said he had a secret and was bursting to tell someone. I told him that he was welcome to tell me his secret and that my name was…

He stopped me dead. ‘No name,’ he said. ‘It doesn’t work if there’s a name.’

‘What doesn’t work?’ I asked.

‘Just listen, don’t interrupt, and when I’ve finished you decide what happens next.’

His puppy-dog eyes were begging me already, hopeful that I would agree to his strange request.

What would you do if a smooth, slim lad in lycra swim trunks came up to you and asked if he could tell you his secret?

‘Go ahead,’ I said and checked around me to make sure no other people on the beach were in ear shot. We were safe.

He told me his secret.

As he spoke he looked at my chest and one time I caught him licking his lips. Occasionally he smiled, paused and then indicated that he had more to say. I listened. And as I did so my own eyes wandered from his dark blonde head, his hair almost cropped on the sides but longer and bleached by the sun on top, down over his youthful face, tinted red by the warm day, and towards his flat, hairless chest. Smooth is always a turn on for me. Opposites attract. Hairy, older, top attracts smoother, younger, bottom.

I started wondering about his bottom, I couldn’t see it, hadn’t seen it when he walked over to me. He’d arrived so out of the blue that I’d not even had time to check out the front of his trunks. I did that while he told me what he wanted. They were tight, white and revealing. They were also wet and clinging to him, I could make out the outline of a small cock and a pair of youthful balls. He must have come from the sea.

By the time he finished talking to me I was having trouble keeping my seven inches hidden in my own swim shorts. I wanted him to notice the hard-on that had started but there were still other people on the beach and I didn’t want us to attract attention. If he was to get his way then what happened next had to be secret. That was his whole point. He was looking at my groin and waiting for me to react.

But I could say nothing. He had made that quite clear. His closing statement had been: ‘that is my secret. Say nothing. If you turn away then I will move on and I’m sorry I troubled you, sir. But if you like what you heard then you will know what to do.’

I had liked what I’d heard and I knew what I had to do. He had told me in detail what his secret was and all I had to do now was act it out for him.

You see his secret was actually his fantasy. And his fantasy was what happened next:

Without saying a word I slipped a couple of things into the pocket of my shorts, covered my pile of clothes with my towel where they would be safe for a while and stood up. I didn’t look at his face, I was not allowed to, but I could almost hear a sigh of relief from him as he watched me. By the time I was ready he was already making his way down to the water’s edge. I followed, my stare fixed on the tight buns and slim hips. My mind concentrated on what I was expected to do. I had no problem with it at all. I had to do was remember what he had asked and make sure I made his dream come true.

I followed him into the sea and started swimming. The bay we had been in was only small and it was not long before we were around the headland and out of site of the other sun seekers. I’m a strong swimmer. I’ve always swum and used a gym, so the five minute journey was nothing for me. He was lean and fit too and by the time we reached the secluded place, neither of us seemed affected by the exercise. If anything it helped prime me for my task.

I trod water a little way off while I watched him wade up onto the shore. An even smaller bay, no people, just a few feet of sand and a cave, just as he said there would be. He walked into the cave and was lost from sight. I waited the right length of time, my heart rate steadying until it was time for me to follow.

I walked into the cool dimness of the cave and let my eyes adjust. The sand was cold under my bare feet and the sea water dripped from me. Everything was silent, not as cold as I’d thought it would be. I was entering a magic grotto where we would both find our wish come true.

And there it was, lying on its back over a smooth round boulder. A picture of innocence waiting to be explored. Mine for the taking. The white trunks discarded, the naked body waiting to be used.

The boy was pretending to be asleep, one arm draped over his face, the other above his head so the body stretched out showing the rib cage, pulling the puppy fat of his stomach taught. I stood before him watching, looking at the slightly parted lips, the stubble less chin, the perfect, hairless chest. Further down to the slim hips, smooth strong legs, also slightly parted. His cock lay flaccid to one side, the foreskin drawn back a little as it waited there, semi erect in anticipation. Two perfectly round balls rested beneath, and under them a barely perceptible covering of hair was matted together with salt water.

I stood close, heard his breathing, knew he was pretending and breathed in the scent of the willing youth; the wanting youth. Yes, I would give him his fantasy.

I stood between his legs and gently parted them further with my own. I placed a hand either side of the submissive body and lent forward, my lips only millimetres away from his. I could smell him more then, a hint of salt and sweat. I arched my back so that nothing touched his body, I did not want to disturb his semi-sleeping cock just yet, and I put my lips to the warm, springy flesh of his neck. I licked the salt from his skin as my mouth explored lower, tiny kisses across his neck, open to me, willing to be bitten like a vampire’s seduced victim. Lower I kissed, the hard skin of his chest, the strong, brown nipples erect yet pliable under my warm tongue. I inched down with my mouth and buried my nose into his belly button as my teeth nibbled gently below it. I crouched to better reach his thigh and the stubble of my chin scraped carefully across his legs as my face found its way further into the warmth between his legs. Still nothing touched his cock. I could sense it there, lengthening slightly as I moved below his ball sack and kissed his inner thigh. I moved to his other leg and drew his flesh in with my lips, my moustache tickling his skin as I worked my way under his balls until I could feel them light and soft against my forehead.

And then I pushed my face in further, his legs either side of my head, his balls sliding down the bridge of my nose until my tongue connected with the downy, soft, almost invisible hair beneath his balls. I heard a slight moan as I connected with him there and another louder one as I gently took one delicate ball into my warm mouth. I tasted the salt of the sea and the boy sweat as I manipulated the sensitive orb with my tongue, then the other, always treating both with equal amounts of pleasure. I let them go and licked them both, my strong tongue playing with them, bouncing them as I worked back up and felt for his youthful cock.

I clamped my lips around the base, holding it as I flicked the shaft within my mouth, working my way up the now stiff cock a little. He was not huge, but he was hard, and hairless and hot. My moth reached the tip and I could smell the salty expectancy of precum leaking from his tip. The foreskin pulled right back against the straining cock, revealing a shiny pink head. Very slowly, to tantalise and arouse him more I closed my mouth over the swollen head and played with it. I licked it, let him feel my teeth, let him know how vulnerable he was.

And then gently I slipped it in, against the top of my mouth, to the top of my throat and then finally down until my nose was nestled into the slight, featherweight public hair. And there I sucked in, swallowing the youthful meat as far as it would go before releasing my throat muscles and drawing up, letting his young tool slip back until my lips caught around its head and my tongue played more with the underside. And then back again, more quickly and deeper, the cock grew longer with the added force and his balls tightened up against the hair on my chin. Then I slowly released him again until just the most sensitive tip was at the mercy of my teeth, where I waited before sucking him down again.

His breathing was deeper, slower, in rhythm with each dive of his shaft into my throat until I feared he would lose himself and end his fantasy too soon. I knew it was time to move on.

For the first time my large hands touched the delicate skin of his thighs as I stood back, turned him over and parted his legs a little further. His back was pitted with tiny indents from the rock, the perfectly smooth mounds of his boy butt pink in places where the rough rock had pressed. He rolled onto his front with only the slightest prompting from me. He knew what he wanted. And so did I, he had told me. I stood and watched him beneath me as I stripped my shorts. My tool was gorged now, swollen with anticipation and ready for some hard, deep work. It stuck out from my mound of bushy hair, drawing my low hanging balls up to it as far as they would go, but leaving them hanging free in the cool air of our secret cave. I rolled the rubber on in readiness as I dropped to my knees.

Roughly, and without warning, I changed my approach. I was no longer the gentle, stroking partner I had been before. Now I was the stronger, older man in charge of the suppliant youth beneath me. He was prone, he was winding me up with the sight of his young, virgin ass and he was there to be had. Had hard and deep until he cried out for me to stop. Even then I wouldn’t, even when he’d had enough and could take no more man meat pounding into his boy ass he would get more. But first my tongue had more work to do.

I dived straight in. Grabbing both soft mounds of his ass and drawing them apart with my big hands. The cool air hit his virgin pink ring and it contracted against the sensation. It did not have long to recover before my tongue was against it, pushing in, forcing it open, wetting it, lubing it up in readiness for the rigid tool that was now aching to get in there. I felt his body move as if in protest, I knew it wasn’t, but I’d almost forgotten the game now. I was running this. I sniffed in the scent of his cool, soft arse cheeks as I tongued his hole. I slid my chin up between his legs, letting the roughness of my beard scrape along his flesh, over his hole and up through the soft buns. My tongue attacked him again, followed by my chin, and again until all around his anus was red and raw from my feasting and my stubble. All the time he moaned and squirmed beneath me, pretending to try and get away. But I had him pinned down against the rock with my hands. I was stronger than him, bigger than him and I was going to get exactly what I wanted.

My cock could wait no longer. I stood up and pulled the boy from the rock, backed up against the wall of the cave and pulled him back onto me. My shaft slipped up over the crack of his ass and I heard him gasp as he felt its length reach the small of his back. My balls hung down beneath his butt and he must have realised what he was going to get. Maybe he thought for a second that he’d bitten off more than he could chew but by then it was too late. My strong right arm pushed at the back of his neck and bent him forward. Without any more vanilla messing I pulled back my hips and centred the head of my shaft against his tightening, moist pink ring. I put one arm around his waist, the other around his small chest, and pulled him back upright.

Before he knew what had happened, my cock had punched into his tight hole and my hairy balls were rubbing up against his own. He didn’t scream, but the sound he made suggested that he didn’t expect this. It was the sound he’d told me he’d make and it only made me grasp him tighter. He was impaled on me, forced back against me and me against the rock as I felt his weight push back, wanting me in deeper.

I thrust forward, slapping my thighs against his little ass cheeks and shoved him forward. My cock slipped back until I felt his ring grasp at my head, not wanting to let me out. Then back in again with a harder thrust, knocking another moan from him. The rhythm grew. I grabbed his arms and wrapped them across his chest with my own, my face close to the side of his, my beard scratching at his smooth cheeks. I could smell his breath, taste his sweat. I held both his arms with one of my hands and let the other slide down to grab his cock. It fitted in my palm and I fisted it, squeezed it and held it as I pounded back into his hot young tunnel. Our balls swung against each other. Mine low and heavy, his small and hardening and before long I felt him getting close.

I ground my hips, shoved in, held him, squeezed his cock, rubbed my balls against him, covered his back with the hair of my stomach and then pulled back out again. I gave him no time to recover as I shoved in again this time even harder. The force lifted his feet from the sandy floor a second as his whole body was impaled on my thick, solid shaft. His head strained around to try and kiss me but he was helpless, lost in his fantasy, his gasps erratic as he tried to give sounds of pleasure, confused by moans of helplessness.

The sound of our flesh slapping, thigh on ass cheek, filled the cave and drowned out the sound of the sea. I wrapped him tighter in my arms, gripped his cock with the vice of my fist and felt him start to shudder. I knew he was cuming. I entwined my legs around his. He was totally caught, totally helpless. He could do nothing but let my meat pound his insides, bringing him to orgasm. I let go his cock and felt him try and reach it with his hand, but I had them held fast. He was going to come without anything touching his cock. I was going to make this boy come just by fucking his precocious little lad-butt and he was going to get what he wanted.

I was ready, my balls had tightened, filled. My cock had thickened as it slid out to the tip and then pounded back into the hot depths of the groaning, helpless lad before me. His head thrashed and then shot ridged back against my chest as I thumped swollen and harder into him. His moaning turned to helpless whimpering as if he didn’t want this to happen. But by then it was too late. He was cuming.

His whole body trembled in my grip and my hold on him tightened, forcing his boy juice out of him with the last, deepest thrust of my tool. I heard the splatter of his jism against the rock as my balls erupted and my cock spewed out and into him. I jerked with each eruption and heard his ecstasy as he felt the force of my cumming fill the rubber that filled his arse.

I let go his arms and grabbed his hips. I slammed him back into me as he shot his last spit of cum in front of himself. He grabbed for his cock, desperate to drain more as I spurted one more thrust inside him.

And I held him there as he recovered, still with my gorged shaft buried deep within him, still with our empty balls sliding together with sweat and salt water. My wide hairy chest covered his back protectively and my muscled arms wrapped the young body safely and stroked the hairless chest as his heart slowed down and his breath was recovered.

I let my hand stray to his already softening cock, and I let the warm piece of flesh rest in my palm. The last dribble of boy juice leaked onto my fingers and I lifted them to his mouth. He took my fingers in gently and sucked on them before resting his head back on my shoulder and letting out one last, fulfilled sigh.

According to his wishes, nothing was said. I let him break away from me, my cock slipping out of the small ass and hanging, the rubber filled so much it was nearly pulled off with the weight. He put on his shorts and walked, a little shakily I thought, from the cave and back into the sea.

By the time I made it back to my place on the beach there was no sign of him. But something told me that I’d come across him again before long. I was in this place for two more weeks. It was a small island and there weren’t many places the lad could hide. And next time… next time we’d play out my fantasy.  

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Because we were prefects by then, as you will remember, we were allowed a helper. A Fag as we were not allowed to call him. Ours was a boy called Warner, from the third form. A scrawny little runt who was always getting ill. He was not much good as a Fag either, always dropping things and getting in the way rather than helping. Dean wanted to fire him.

            ‘One night we were expecting him at eight as usual, to clean shoes or whatever, but he didn’t turn up. Instead, when there was a knock at the door and we shouted ‘enter Warner,’ far too grandly, someone else came in.

            ‘Who the hell are you?’ Dean said, still in his old-git voice.

            ‘Gould, sir,’ the lad replied nervously. ‘Warner is ill and I was told to come instead.’

            ‘How old are you boy?’ Dean eyed him suspiciously.

            ‘Old enough sir.’

            ‘A bit old to be fagging aren’t you?’ I asked. Usually the helpers where drawn from the younger boys, to teach them respect and all that crap. This lad was from the fifth form.

            ‘I am a new boy, sir. That’s why they sent me.’

            ‘Very well,’ Dean sighed. ‘You can start on the shoes.’

And Gould went to work on polishing our shoes as we sat and stared into the fire. After a while I noticed that Dean was glancing more and more at the boy who was kneeling just off to my left, his back to us. And then Dean nudged me and nodded his head towards the lad. I raised my eyebrows, I didn’t know what he was getting at. He nodded again and grinned.

Then I realised what he was trying to say. As Gould had knelt and bent forwards to do his work, his shirt had come away from his trousers revealing the top of his arse. Builder’s but we’d call it now. He was quite a slim lad, not fat in any way but not scrawny and unattractive like Warner. His hair was cut in the uniform short back and sides and it was dark, his shoulders were broad and as he worked I could see that he had muscles on his arms.

            ‘Quite a pleasing sight eh, Stuart?’ Dean smirked at me.

            ‘Indeed it is Dean,’ I smiled back. I knew what he was getting at.

            ‘Very fuckable.’ Dean dropped his stupid accent and his own, Liverpudlian one sounded through the room.

The boy stopped polishing the shoes and froze.

            ‘Why have you stopped lad?’ Dean asked and the boy started his work again. ‘Come here.’

Obediently the lad stood up and turned to face us. His face was red, his cheeks glowing with embarrassment and his eyes betraying just a little fear.

            ‘No need to be nervous,’ Dean said. ‘We’re two of the school’s prefects. You do well by us and we’ll look after you. O.k.?

            ‘Yes sir,’ he boy replied meekly.

            ‘Good. Now come and stand in front of my friend Stuart so that he can take a good look at you.’

The boy did as he was told, putting down his brushes first and wiping his hands on a cloth before coming to stand facing me.

I was able to take a proper look at him then. His face was attractive enough, with wide brown eyes, thin eyebrows and cheek bones that defined its shape. His skin was smooth, no sign of any acne or blemish and with only a faint hint of fluff starting to shadow beneath his nose. He stood with his hands by his sides and looked at me with nervously.

            ‘Tell me… what’s your name? Gould. Tell me Gould, what do you like most about what you see?’ Dean asked.

            ‘Sir?’ The boy did not understand.

            ‘My friend, Stuart. What do you like best about him?

            ‘I don’t know sir.’

            ‘Of course you must now something.’ Dean sounded like a master then, using the standard teacher reply to a boy saying he didn’t know. ‘What do you like most about what you see?’

            ‘Er…’ the lad hesitated.

            ‘It’s o.k. Gould,’ I reassured him. ‘You can say whatever you like. You won’t get in trouble.’

            ‘Thank you sir,’ he smiled a little smile of relief and I sensed him relax a bit. ‘Well, I like that he has a kind face.’

            ‘Bloody good, Gould,’ Dean said. ‘What else?’

            ‘That he needs a shave.’

Dean laughed and swigged some more gin.

            ‘Is that his best feature?’ he asked.

            ‘I don’t know sir,’ Gould replied.

            ‘No, you wouldn’t,’ Dean mumbled. ‘Shall I tell you what his best feature is? Would you like to know?’

The lad was still looking at me and I stared right back. Something was happening between us. I knew what Dean was up to and I think that Gould knew it then too. The good thing was that he didn’t seem to mind, like he knew what to expect and was looking forward to what was going to happen. That relaxed me and it must have relaxed him.

            ‘Yes please sir,’ he said.

            ‘Stuart’s best feature,’ Dean emphasised the word best . ‘Are his balls.’

There was a silence during which I slowly raised an eyebrow and the corner of my mouth.

            ‘What’s your best feature, Gould?’

            ‘My tongue sir.’

He had also moved his mouth into a smile. Inside my trousers I could feel my cock become more sensitive.

            ‘O.k. Gould,’ Dean said sharply to attract his attention.

Gould looked over at him.

            ‘Stand between the two of us so that I can see you more clearly.’

He did as he was told.

            ‘Hands behind your back if you don’t mind. That’s it. So Gould, what do you think my best feature is?’

            ‘Your accent sir,’ the boy said without hesitation.

            ‘My accent?’ Dean was not expecting that. ‘What’s so special about that?’

            ‘I like it sir.’

            ‘Does it turn you on?’

            ‘Sir?’

            ‘I think it does,’ I said and pointed to the boy’s crotch.

Behind his fly something was starting to stir. The front of his tight black trousers was now neatly shaped with a smooth mound, as if his dick was pointing downwards but wanting to stick straight out.

            ‘Take your shirt off,’ Dean ordered. ‘We like to make sure our fag is fit and healthy.

The boy looked at me and I gave him a reassuring nod. He slowly unbuttoned his white shirt, all the time looking from me to Dean. He gave a little tug and the front came free from his waistband as he undid the last button. He opened the shirt up revealing his smooth chest, a reasonably flat stomach with only a hint of puppy fat, and two perfectly round nipples, dark against the white of his flesh. He let the shirt drop to the floor behind him and stood still again, his hands back by his sides.

            ‘What do you think is his best feature Stu?’ Dean asked me.

            ‘His obedience,’ I said without having to think.

            ‘Good point. But he may have others.’

            ‘Possibly.’

            ‘O.k. Gould, let’s see your feet. We like to make sure our fags have clean feet.’

The lad removed his shoes and his socks.

            ‘Look fine to me Dean,’ I said after inspecting them.

            ‘Quite. So, Gould. What do you think I am going to ask you to do now?’

            ‘I don’t know sir,’ he started to answer but realised that it was not a good reply. ‘Are you going to ask me to remove my trousers?’

            ‘No,’ said Dean stretching out his legs. ‘You are going to remove mine.’

The lad was a bit taken aback by that I think as he looked up, at me, then across to Dean, quickly. Dean just nodded and slouched as far back in his armchair as he could. With his legs out before him and his hips thrust upwards slightly the bulge in his trousers was very well defined. What he had not told Gould was that his best feature was, in fact, his cock. I’d seen it, tasted it and played with it on many occasions before.

Gould knelt down between Dean’s legs and undid his belt. Dean put his hands behind his head and watched as the boy slowly popped the first button on the fly. He undid each button carefully, like he knew that he had to do this slowly. And then he reached around to the sides, took the trousers by the waistband and started to tug them slowly downwards. Dean raised his arse a little and sighed as if this was boring him. Gould pulled at the material at the knees and the trousers started to slide down. The top of Dean’s white briefs came into view, a tumble of black hair appearing at the top for a second before his shirt fell over it. Gould stood and pulled the trousers by the hems of the legs, drawing them smoothly away from Dean’s dark, hairy legs. He dropped them to one side and resumed his attentive position.

            ‘Good lad,’ Dean said, looking down to admire the solid mass pressing from inside his tight briefs. ‘But you should still be on your knees.’

Gould knelt again, between Dean’s now parted legs. Dean undid his shirt as the boy watched, and revealed his chest. Defined, strong and covered with thick dark hair. Without saying anything he reached forward, took one of Gould’s hands and placed it on his chest. The boy was lent forward by this action and held an arm of the chair so that he did not touch any other part of Dean’s body. Dean took the boy’s wrist so that he could run the palm across his chest.

            ‘How does it feel?’ he asked; his voice soft.

            ‘Grown up,’ Gould replied.

Dean put his own hand on the lad’s chest and copied the movement. Then he let go of Gould’s hand and allowed the boy to explore his chest hair unaided. Dean flicked his fingertips across Gould’s nipples and the boy copied.

            ‘You are learning,’ Dean whispered and took the boys head in his other hand. He pulled him gently towards him and laid the boy’s cheek against his chest. ‘Listen to my heart,’ he said and started stroking the back of the boy’s head tenderly.

Gould now had nowhere to put his hands apart from around Dean’s wide chest, it looked like he was hugging him. Dean petted him for a while before wrapping his own arms around the boy and drawing the young body close against his own.

            ‘What can you feel against your tummy?’ Dean asked.

            ‘Your…’ Gould hesitated and I knew why.

            ‘You can use whatever words you like Gould,’ I reassured him. ‘You won’t get into trouble.’

            ‘Thank you sir. I can feel your prick.’

Dean lifted him back into a kneeling position and then stripped of his shirt to reveal his shoulders. He was now naked but for the white briefs, surrounded by his tangle of black hair. He lifted his feet from the floor, wrapped his legs around Gould’s body and pulled him forward. The lad shuffled on his knees until he was up against the edge of the chair. The Dean placed one hand on his head and gently pushed it down to his crotch.

            ‘Kiss it,’ he whispered. ‘Kiss it tenderly through the material, make it wet. Show me your best feature, show me what you can do with your tongue.’

I watched, my heart pounding, as the boy did as he was told. He tried to wrap his lips around the shape of Dean’s shaft. He held it between them and moved his head so that the cock slid to the side, free from its bent position, and then he manoeuvred it so that it was pointing upwards, lying flat against Dean’s body under the briefs. The lad made small biting gestures from the base to the tip which now lifted the briefs away and the wet, glistening tip of Dean’s cock poked out from above the waistband of the briefs. Dean pushed Gould’s head down and into the soft, springiness of his balls. I heard the lad’s tongue slurp around down there and saw the material darken with his moisture. Dean held the boy by the ears, operated his head as he tipped his own head back and closed his eyes.

            ‘Good work lad, that’s a good tongue,’ he said as he pressed the boy’s face into every part of his groin.

As I watched the two of them I slipped my shirt off, then took off my own trousers. My dick was constrained in my shorts but I left it alone, instead of touching it I played with my nipples, already hard and sensitive. Eventually Dean looked over to me and winked. I smiled back. He lifted the boy’s head from his wet crotch and Gould’s face was red, his lips slightly swollen from working on the material.

            ‘Stand up Gould,’ Dean said and again the boy obeyed without hesitation.

Now there was no mistaking the lad’s excitement. The front of his school trousers bulged desperately, his penis pointing rigidly to one side. I could see, in the changing flicker of the firelight that he was not as big as either of us two, but he was still as hard, still as keen.

            ‘What now?’ Dean asked hypothetically. ‘What shall we have him do now Stu?’

            ‘Come here lad,’ I gestured with a wink and the boy took a step to stand in front of me. His eyes fell immediately to my groin.

I sat up and forward in my chair so that my face was level with the front of the lad’s trousers. From the corner of my eye I could see Dean drinking and watching, he was breathing deeply. I put my hands on the side of Gould’s legs, wrapping my fingers around them and gripping tight for a while, feeling the strength of his muscles. They were firm enough, he was a fit lad. And then I moved my hands upwards, very, very slowly, all the time griping and letting go, like I was massaging them. Until I reached his hips, where I tried to see if I could touch my fingers around his waist. Although he was slim and my hands were big I could not quite touch my fingertips together. I left my hands slip down a little way, put one around the back and felt his arse.

            ‘Turn around,’ I said quietly and he did so. ‘He has a very firm backside, Dean,’ I said in a matter of fact way.

            ‘Nice,’ Dean said gulping a drink. ‘I expect you would like to fuck it wouldn’t you?’

I felt Gould tense for a second.

            ‘Do you know what I would really like Gould?’ I asked the boy.

            ‘No sir,’ he answered and his voice displayed nervousness again.

            ‘I would like to taste it.’

There was a pause. I looked at Dean who just grinned.

            ‘How sir?’ Gould asked meekly.

            ‘I will show you,’ I replied and pulled him towards me.

I rested my cheek against the small of his back and moved my hands to the front of his trousers. There, for the first time, I felt the hard little cock that strained inside. I scratched the tip of it through the material with my fingertips and felt Gould flinch. And then slowly I undid the buttons on his fly until his trousers dropped to the floor.

Now all three of us were wearing only our underwear; school standard and white, glowing in the firelight. His tight little buns were highlighted by the light and the stretch of the material and I ran my palm across one, feeling it fit perfectly in my hand.

            ‘Turn back again,’ I instructed and he did so. His hands covered his erection as if he were now embarrassed. ‘Would you like a drink?’ I asked him and signalled for Dean to pass the bottle.

            ‘A drink sir?’

            ‘Have you tasted gin before Gould?’

            ‘No sir.’

            ‘Would you like to? It’s what we prefects drink.’

            ‘Yes please sir,’ he nodded and watched as Dean passed me the bottle.

I held it up to Gould who went to take it.

            ‘Oh no,’ I said teasingly. ‘Not like that. Like this.’

I poured a little onto the front of my briefs, soaking them. Immediately my cock became visible, around it the darkness of my pubes showed through and beneath it the squashed shape of my large balls.

            ‘Kneel down Gould,’ Dean had taken over the instructing now.

The boy did as he was told. He knelt between my legs as I sat back and stretched out my legs as Dean had done.

            ‘You know what to do,’ Dean said and I watched as the boy’s head went into my lap.

The coldness of the alcohol was soon warmed by his tongue, soft but strong as it licked the front of my shorts. His face buried into the fleshy mound of my ball sack and his mouth gulped eagerly for any taste of the gin that it could find. He sucked in hard on the side of my cock, took my head into his mouth through the cotton, drew in deep on my flesh and sucked the liquid out of my briefs. I raised his head and looked into his eyes. They were wide, round with wonder.

            ‘Good?’

He nodded and licked all around his wet lips. I poured more gin into my lap, my cock twitching at the sudden cold, and then pushed his head down there again. This time he sucked and clawed with his eager mouth like he was dying of thirst. His hands gripped my hips, steadying himself, giving himself more leverage as he drank from my soaked groin.

I saw Dean stand and I watched as he came and stood beside us. His cock was still straining for release from his saliva soaked underwear and he was gripping it through the wet material. Without warning he pulled the lad up and shoved his face into his groin.

            ‘Suck on it,’ he ordered. ‘Get it out and suck on it now.’

The boy struggled with the briefs, got his hands inside and pulled them down quickly. Dean’s cock sprang out, slapped against the innocent face and was immediately lost as the boy impaled himself on the shaft.

            ‘Slowly boy,’ Dean calmed him a little.

He took the lad by the side of the head and showed him how to move slowly, gracefully up and down the shaft. Beneath its impressive length I could see his balls, tight now and swollen, almost vanishing up into his body. I knew he would soon be unloading his juice into the lad’s mouth but I didn’t want it to happen like that.

I slipped out of my chair and onto my knees behind Gould. I took him around the waist and pulled him back to sit on my lap. Dean’s cock fell from his moth and my friend looked down at me confused.

            ‘Not yet,’ I winked and he seemed to understand.

I could now feel my cock sliding through my wet briefs and up against the boy’s tight little arse crack. The wetness from the gin transferred and, when I lay Gould face down on the floor, I could see his underwear darkening where his arse had pressed against me. I took hold of his briefs and pulled them gently down to reveal his hairless, round arse. They came away and I threw them to one side.

Dean sat back in his chair, his cock flopping back against his firm belly and he lit a cigarette; happy to take a break while I played with our new helper. I reached for the gin and put it beside me. Then I slowly parted the boy’s legs, spreading them as wide as I thought was comfortable for him, and gazed in on his dark, wrinkled hole. I took the gin and carefully poured a little between his shoulder blades. He jerked at the sudden cold but then relaxed again as a trickle of alcohol ran downwards along his spine. I poured some more and the trickle became a stream. It reached the small of his back, gathered momentarily and then ran off to the side and onto the floor.

Before I wasted any more I knelt on all fours over the prone boy and started to lick it off. From his neck I travelled slowly downwards, feeling each rivet in his spine, massaging his flesh with my tongue, until I reached the pool at the small of his back where I drank. I sat back, took the bottle again and poured. This time the liquid fell between the crack of his arse and trickled over his arsehole before travelling beneath and out of sight. He flinched again as the liquid touched his most sensitive parts. I did not give it a moment to evaporate but started to drink again. Licking it, and him, from the top of his crack, further in, lower down, deeper until I could feel the change in contour and the tightness of his virgin hole against my tongue. I sucked on it, drawing in alcohol and boy sweat as I kneaded his cheeks, pulled them wider to allow my face further in. I felt him push his hips up to meet me, helping me, wanting me to explore more. I heard him gasp as he writhed and moan as he tried to force his arse into my face. Gripped him tighter, I lifted him and fucked him with my tongue.

And then I was aware that he was trying to kneel up. I moved back to allow it and saw Dean kneeling in front of the boy, his cock in one hand and the boy’s head in the other. In a second the boy was impaled on Dean’s monster rod again. I watched, looking along the young, slim body until my eyes came back to his little pink hole, dripping still with gin and saliva. I plunged in again with such force that I thrust him forward and heard him gag as Dean’s cock must have hit the back of his throat. A rhythm started, me fucking the lad with my tongue at one end and Dean with his cock at the other. I had him by the hips again, pulling him onto me and off Dean; then pushing him back onto my friend before dragging his arse into my face.

            ‘Fuck I’m going to come soon,’ I heard Dean complain and immediately I stopped. It still wasn’t the right time.

I sat back and pulled Gould onto my lap once more. My rigid cock slipped up between his cheeks and I felt his small balls rest on my larger, hairier ones. Dean grabbed for his suddenly free cock but I ordered him to leave it alone. He looked at me with is face all taught with desperation.

            ‘In a minute,’ I said and wrapped my arms around the lad.

Gould was panting and I could feel his heart racing as I held him to me.

            ‘Are you o.k.?’ I asked.

            ‘Yes sir,’ he gasped back, short of breath.

            ‘You sure?’

            ‘Uh hu. I mean yes sir.’

            ‘What’s your first name Gould?’

            ‘Alexander,’ he said and sounded confused. ‘Alex.’

            ‘O.k. Alex. You can call me Stuart now, but only in here ok?’

            ‘Yes sir.’

            ‘Alex, I’m going to fuck you now. Have you ever had another boy’s dick in your arse?’

            ‘No sir… No Stuart,’ he said and his nervousness was back and very apparent.

            ‘If you want me to stop, just say so, o.k.? And I will.’

            ‘O.k.’ he said quickly.

I let him go and told him to stand up as I sat back in my chair. Dean was still glaring at me, desperate to shoot his load and I almost smiled at his predicament. But my mind was on the feel of the cute boy’s virgin arse that was soon to be mine.

            ‘Let me see you Alex,’ I said and the boy turned to face me.

I saw his cock for the first time. Long, this, the foreskin pulled back to reveal an angry red head. Beneath it his balls were small and hung in a slightly wrinkled sack. Around his smooth penis was a short, almost imperceptible smattering of hair. I brought him to stand between my legs, lent forward and pursed my lips. Keeping them as tightly together as I could, I slowly drew him into my mouth. All the way until my forehead was pressed against his hairless belly. He tasted salty, almost bitter and had about him the musty smell of youth. My hands felt for his arse cheeks, I pulled them apart and brushed a finger over his hole.

And then there was the feel of rough stubble against my hands. Dean was behind the lad, feasting on his innocent arse, tongue fucking him again as I gave the lad his first proper blow job. Gould held onto my head and I could hear him start his moaning again. He kept running his hands across my cheeks as if he’d never felt unshaved flesh before, his fingers kept touching his cock and my lips as if he couldn’t believe that I was sucking him. I played with his little balls, tickling them as I used them to draw his cock into my mouth and he murmured ‘yes’ and ‘I like that sir,’ as I did so.

And then I heard him grunt out ‘oh no,’ and I knew he was about to come. Immediately I pushed him off me and held him still. He was panting desperately, sweat running down his chest. He tried to grip his twitching dick but I held his hands firmly against his side. Dean stood up too and left him alone. I saw Gould controlling himself, felt his arms tremble and heard his breathing regain a calmer rhythm. I watched his cock for ages, waiting while he recovered. He hadn’t come. I’d averted it just in time.

I let him go, lay back in my chair, gripped my cock with one hand and lubed it up with spit with the other. Gould looked at it and bit his lip.

            ‘It won’t hurt for long,’ I reassured him and he nodded his acquiescence.

Dean put his hands under the boy’s arms and with no effort lifted him from the ground. He placed him on my chair, one foot on either side of me, and supported him as Gould started to squat down. I guided my shaft with one hand until his legs prevented me from holding it. The lad gripped the side of the armchair and I gripped his waist. I felt Dean’s wide hands take my cock and I saw him kneel between my legs, guiding me towards the lad’s arsehole. I felt the tip of my penis touch the creased flesh, still slippery from the Gin and I felt the alcohol burn me delicately, heightening the sensation. Gould was looking at me, he looked even more nervous.

            ‘Just relax Alex,’ I reassured him and he flashed a thankful smile.

His cock had softened slightly so that it now fell forward, too long for the small balls that were tightening beneath it, out of proportion. The sight of its smoothness and the thought that this was a virgin fifth former really turned me on. And knowing that Dean was guiding my cock into him added to all that. I wanted to grab the boy and shove him onto me but I knew that that would be wrong for him. Instead I let him sink lower in his own time.

I felt heat around my glowing cock, I felt him open up as the first centimetre of my shaft penetrated him, and I saw his face tighten with pain. He stopped, held his breath, let it go slowly, beads of sweat gathering on his brow and running into his eyes. And hen he lowered a fraction more.

            ‘I can’t do this. I’m sorry Stuart,’ he said.

            ‘That’s fine Alex, leave it.’

            ‘No, it’s o.k. I want to,’ he changed his mind. Took a deep breath and let himself go.

I felt his balls land on me, I felt my cock impale him and I felt his hole grab tight around my girth. He stifled a yell, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the chair. His head fell forward and his breathing started coming in short, sharp gasps. I lay there looking up at him until he opened his eyes. He forced a smile.

            ‘I’m o.k.’ he whispered.

            ‘Just go slow,’ Dean instructed, still kneeling between my legs. He was watching in close up as Gould lifted himself tentatively, paused and then slid himself down again.

This time the lad found it easier. And his long, flaccid cock flopped against my stomach. When he rose up again he left a patch of precum on me which glistened in the light from the fire. He started a slow rhythm, pushing himself up with his legs and his arms until the rim of my cock head started to stretch his sphincter, then he’d slide down again, letting me penetrate as far as he wanted before repeating the movement.

Once I knew that he was in control, had relaxed and was enjoying the new feeling, I relaxed too and began to notice what I felt: The heat from his arse, the smoothness of his thighs as I rested my hands on them, and something else. Dean’s tongue as he tried to push his face against my balls and lick them when Gould’s movement would allow. I reached for he boy’s cock, stroked it back to firmness, rubbed his own juice around the head with my thumbs. I played with his balls.

            ‘Feel good Alex?’

            ‘Oh yes sir,’ the boy panted back. ‘Feels really good. It doesn’t hurt anymore.’

            ‘You like to have an older boy’s cock in you?’

            ‘I like it very much sir.’

            ‘What do you like about it most?’ Dean had stood up and was now standing beside me, his cock still sticking straight out, swollen and ready.

            ‘I like the feel of it,’ Gould tried to say. ‘I like the way it stretches my arse. It makes my prick even harder, feeling Stuart’s prick inside me. I like to feel his hair against my arse. I like to see his face. I like to see that I’m making him happy.’

            ‘I like to watch your smooth little cock,’ Dean said as he stroked his own really slowly. ‘I like to watch my best friend burry his eighteen year old dick into a virgin.’

            ‘It’s making my balls ache,’ Gould said between gasps. ‘I can feel them getting tight. I like the way he’s wanking me.’

            ‘I’m not touching you,’ I said and the boy looked down. I’d stopped playing with his cock, it was fully hard again.

            ‘It feels like someone’s sucking on my cock as I’m sitting on his,’ Gould said in wonder. ‘I think it’s going to make me spunk up soon.’

            ‘Have you ever seen an older boy’s spunk?’ Dean asked him.

            ‘No sir, never. Only the boys in my dorm.’

            ‘Are their cocks as big as ours?’

            ‘No.’

            ‘Do they let you suck them?’

            ‘No.’

            ‘Do they let you sit on their cocks?’

            ‘No.’

            ‘He’s getting close,’ I said. I could feel his arse tighten and his breathing was getting faster.

            ‘Let us see you come off,’ Dean grabbed the lad’s arse with one hand, stroked it.

            ‘Yes sir,’ the boy gasped and tried to reach for his prick.

            ‘Leave that, you won’t need to touch it,’ Dean said and immediately the lad gripped the chair again.

            ‘Fuck him Stu,’ Dean was also panting. I could tell he was getting close. I decided it was time we all let go.

I took hold of Gould’s slim hips, gripped him tight and took over. Now I was lifting him and planting him, using his young fame to wank myself off into him. He reached out and grabbed Dean’s fat cock, started to pull on it, started to wank him while all the time his own little dick bounced around, slapping against me as I slammed him onto my shaft and then springing up in the air as I lifted him.

            ‘I’m going to fill you with spunk Alex,’ I said, my teeth gritted.

I slammed him down onto me, ground his little hips around, felt his smooth arse flatten against my hairy legs and shot my spunk up his arse.

            ‘Oh yeah!’ the lad called out. ‘Fuck me sir.’

I lifted him and slammed him again in time for another spurt, and then another.

            ‘You’re getting fucked for the first time,’ I heard myself say. ‘I’m filing you with my spunk and I’m fucking a virgin lad for the…’

            ‘I’m coming,’ the boy gasped. ‘Oh sir… oh yes… please…’

            ‘Look at me,’ Dean ordered. The boy had closed his eyes. He opened them now and they were clouded with confusion and wonder. ‘Look at me as I watch you come.’

Gould panted, gasped, let out a strangled moan and screwed up his face. I pushed him down onto my cock once and for all and twisted him. I kept pushing him down, kept him impaled on my painfully throbbing, spent cock as I watched his. It jerked. He yelled out. I slid him back and forth across my lap, forcing my cock as deep into him as it would go while it was still hard; giving his as much pleasure as I could. He let go of Dean’s cock and looked at me.

            ‘Oh Jesus sir,’ he said in disbelief and then looked down.

His young cock spewed out a stream of hot, white spunk that flew up and at me. I opened my mouth and caught the first of it right on my tongue.

            ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck,’ I heard Dean grunt. I reached out my hand and grabbed my mate’s balls. I pulled on them. ‘That’s it Stuart.’

            ‘Sir…’

The lad’s cock erupted again, another stream of spunk splattered onto my chest. His balls were practically indivisible now, up into him and working hard. His arse tightened around my cock. He fell forward as a third spurt of juice shot from his little cock and landed hot on my stomach. Dean grabbed his head, turned it to face him.

            ‘Open,’ he gasped and the boy obeyed.

Dean held his head with one hand and pulled on his cock with the other. He came hard and loads, dumping it all into the boy’s open mouth.

            ‘Taste it,’ I encouraged. ‘Taste what an older boy’s spunk is like.’

            ‘Fuck, fuck, yes,’ Dean wanked harder and came again; another wad of spunk hit the boy’s face. The boy moaned with pleasure and licked where he could reach.

Dean couldn’t stand it any more. He pushed the boys open, cum filed mouth over the end of his cock and spurted again, this time into his throat.

            ‘Swallow me,’ he grunted. ‘Swallow my come.’ He thrust his hips, held the lad’s face against his fury bush and made the boy gag as he unloaded everything from his manly ball sack into the virgin mouth.

            ‘Jesus he’s a good Fag,’ Dean whispered as the boy licked the last of the cum from Dean’s red cock head. ‘We must keep this one.’

            ‘Thank you sir,’ Gould said as he was finally allowed to leave Dean’s cock alone.

           

The boy lay down, stretched across me, with his head against my chest. My cock slipped from his wet arse and flopped exhausted against my leg. Between us I could feel his spunk cold and sticky now, like it was gluing us together. Dean had already started looking around for another drink. He poked the fire and went to crash in his armchair.

I felt Alex’s breathing calm down, his heart rate slowed. His fingers brushed against the side of my face and he looked up at me.

Without saying anything else he kissed me once, lay his head down again and promptly fell asleep.

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suddenly kevin says: let me feel how hard kate makes you. and he slides his hand over mn pants and grabs my cock a bit and remarks: '' well well, thats nice you sure like her. in return i said: what about you? and my fingertips slided over his pants en felt his hard thick cock. i sais: you like it alot dont you. he said sure, id love to fuck that cumslut. now we stroked eachother trhough the pants, and it felt like heaven, we were staring at kate, and rubbed eachothers cock.

now we both sortoff came, and went playing soccer and he went home.

The next day he came again for more, and we looked at kari-sweets and kate. Now we robbed over eachothers pants and feel the cock again, so i decided to unbutton his pants and make him show me his cock. it was a very nice thick cock and a nice pair of balls, he did the same to me and we both jacked eachother off laying my soft hands around his thic cock, and he lay his hands around my big fucking pole.

we started jerking eachother real good on kate, and not before long i shot my cum high in the air only to return on his hand. we repeated this cycle a long time and we enjoyed the hell out of it.

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However I decided to be diplomatic, choosing to ignore it for a while, however this didn't seem to work as more of the cock came through. Now I'm not adverse to guys cocks having been quite close friend with a number of them in my younger years. It really was a nice looking cock, I decided it wouldn't hurt just to touch it, perhaps even to stroke it a couple of times. It felt as good as the ones I used to play with in my younger years, my tongue seemed to remember the feel and taste as well having decided that just using my hands wasn't enough. I did wonder who this cock belonged to, but being in the early seventies Aids wasn't around. I continued working on the cock with my mouth my spare hand working on my own cock. I was quite enjoying this it brought back memories of my early teens.

The toilet door opened, 'Oh shit' came to mind, I had visions of it being the local cop. But a guy quickly stepped in and closed the door behind him, I recognised the trousers it was the guy from next door. This was now getting interesting. especially when the guy knelt on the floor in front of me after moving my hand he started sucking on my cock. For a while I concentrated on the job in hand or should I say mouth, up until without warning my mouth was flooded with cum. I got a real load from the guy next door though I swallowed some I spat out the rest. The cock in the hole dissapeared followed shortly by the sound of the toilet flushing, whoever was next door had left. My own cock was not far from the point of no return either, I at least had the courtesy to let the guy know I was about to shoot my load. However I noticed no let up on the rate his tongue and moth were working on me so I just relaxed and blew my load down his throat. The guy swallowed the lot using his tongue to clean me up after, I thought I was going to have to repay the favour but the guy just stood up making sure his dress was in order and after checking there was nobody outside stepped out closing the door behind him. I just sat there for a while I still hadn't done what I went in for, but to be truthfull I didn't feel the need anylonger so I just adjusted my clothes flushed the toilet and walked out into the sunshine. A quick stroll to the takeaway for another Iced Coffee to cleanse my palate and I was once again delivering my parcels. 

     When we got there everyone just took off their clothes and dove in the river. We swam for awhile and then we got out and lay in the sun.

     Sometime during all of this someone poduced a porno magazine. It had all kinds of nasty shit in it, girl/boy, girl girl, 2 girls and 1 boy and towards the back there were some pictures of two guys and one girl, but in some of the pictures the guys were sucking each others cocks.  There was even one or two of the chick fucking one of the guys in the ass with a strap on, while he sucked the other guys dick.  All of the pictues had an instant effect on my cock. but strangely enough, the ones that were of the guys giving each other head made my dick very hard.

     I looked at the pictures and my cock got very hard, but so did everyone elses.  But what I found really weird was the pictures of the guys doing each other made me as hard as a fucking rock. All of the guys had hardons and someone asked Spence to jack off so we could all watch.   Well, being the little pervert that he is was thrilled to put on a show for us. We all sat down on our towels and Spence got up in front of us and started stroking his cock. He must have been 7 or 8 inches long with a big purple head.  He took the book and layed it down in front so he could see it. He had t open to one of the pictures of the two guys giving each other head while the chick fucked one of them in th ass with a dildo. I must admit that it was a pretty hot picture.  Spence must have thought so too because it only took a couple minutes and he blew his load all over everyone.  Spence was the only of us who could cum, he was also the only one of us had fucked a girl.

       Wacthing him stroke that monster really had an effect on me. I had no idea that my cock could get that hard. About this time Spence sped up his stroking, and suddenly cum shot out of his cock and landed about ten feet away.  He seemed to cum forever, of course,I didn't cum yet so it probably seemed more that it was, but I swear there was a quart and it was everywhere.

      We all went swimming again and then it was time to go home.  When I got home I unpacked my backpack and there in the bottom was the porn magazine we had at the beach.

      It was finally time for bed and I couldn't wait.  I took the magazine under the covers with me and turned back to the pictures of the guys sucking each others cocks.  My cock got harder than I have ever seen it and I started to stroke it faster and faster,  suddenly, I felt my nuys tighten and I sprayed cum all over everywhere.  I even got it on my hands and I don't know why but I licked some of it off my fingers, it tasted pretty good so I licked the rest off of my hand and swallowed it. I jacked off two more times that night, the last time I came in a cup so i could see what it would be like to have it all in my mouth.  I tipped the glass and poured my cum into my mouth. A little salty but not bad tasting, so I swallowed it.

     When I took my shower in the morning my cock got hard agaim so I jacked off in he shower.  I called Spence and he said we were going down to the river and that I should come there and we would go together.  So I  put the magazine in my back pack and off i went to Speencers house.

   What would this day turn out like?   I could hardly wait. 

    

   

 

    

Well, that seemed reasonable to me.  I started to unzip my khaki's when John explained that it would be better if I just dropped my pants and underpants.  After carefully looking around, I loosened my belt and unhooked my waist and pushed my pants and underpants around my ankles.  Since I wasn't very old and don't remember ever getting an erection before, I was suprised to see my dick starting to rise up  and stiffen.  I don't think I was embarrassed but only curious as what was going to happen next.   I kinda knew what John wanted to do but was still suprised when he went down to his knees and cupped my hairless balls with one hand and directed the head of dick toward his mouth with his other hand.  "Nice", he said and I thought that was pretty cool that he liked my dick.  Well he then took me in his mouth, I'm sure he was able to fit in all 4" of my mighty erection and his lips ran all the up to my then hairless abdomen.  I remember that it felt very interesting but I also remember that I didn't think this had anything to do with sex.  I changed my mind when he started bobbing his head, running his lips and tongue up and down on my cock.  I started to get this electric type feeling in my stomach.  I didn't know I was starting to cum so when I did ejaculate into John's mouth I think we were both suprised.   He let the me cum in his mouth until I stopped thrusting my hips .  He then spit out my cream and asked me how I liked it.  "Wow", I told him, "that was something."

"Now it's your turn", he told me.  I pulled my pants and underpants up over my now limp dick as John started to undo his pants.  I've always been kind of skinny with lank blonde hair and blue eyes while John's always been stocky with curly reddish hair and green eyes.  I'd never really seen anyones cock before, except Marks, and I'd never touched another guys cock before, let alone thought of putting one in my mouth.  But heck, John did it for me so I guessed it was only fair that I return the favor.   One look at my brother, however, gave me second thoughts.  Although only three years older he already had an adult's growth.  He was huge.  His fat dick stuck straight up out of a clump of reddish  hair and must have been 7" long.  Reluctantly getting on my knees I followed the same course of action that John took when he sucked me and cupped his balls with one hand and pointed his cock toward my puckered lips with the other.  Taking the spongy yet firm head of his cock into my mouth I was only able to get it about half way in and then had to use my fist around the base of his shaft to limit how far it could travel.  Apparently that was good enough because with John's hands on the back of my head and his hips thrusting, he soon sprayed  a stream of cum into my mouth and face.

After picking up the items my mom asked for, John commented, "I've got some other ideas." But that for another story!