This all happened twenty years ago when I was 14, I was a small child, about 5ft 4inches tall. I had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and was quite skinny. I had no body hair at all, apart from about a dozen pubes; I had small brown nipples, and a little belly. My saving grace was my cock, it was quite thick with a mushroom knob, and was nearly 6-1/2 inches long when hard, which was most of the time since I’d woken up one morning about a year ago to find my belly covered in spunk. I loved to wank it, as did a lot of the boys at school, they loved the size and feel of it. I had the biggest cock of my year, and there were only a couple of 16 year olds, and one 15 year old whose cocks were bigger. It was uncut, with loose foreskin, and I loved the feel of my soft, silky skin rubbing against my steely shaft. All the boys knew I loved cock, but I was popular (the class clown), so they were O.K. with it. I was forever ducking into the toilets with any available boy for a mutual wank, or, if we thought the teacher wouldn’t notice, I’d play with my neighbour in class and vice versa.
I’d been eating my own spunk from day one, I loved the taste, and about
three months ago I’d started to suck off any of my fellow pupils who wanted it. I
hadn’t eaten their spunk at first, but after a couple of days I’d risked it
and now there was no stopping me, some of it tasted different to mine, but I
loved it all. Of course sucking the boys off and eating their cum made me
even more popular. No one had sucked me off yet though, but one of the older
boys had tried to coax me into letting him fuck me. But I wasn’t ready for
that, even if I did stick a finger or two up my bumhole when wanking at home, it
felt weird, but good. I’d got that idea from a picture I’d seen in an all
male porno magazine a schoolmate had leant me. It was of a young man with a
dildo up his bum as he tossed off.
I was an only child, my Dad was a labourer and my Mom was a hairdresser. I
got on quite well with them, but I knew that my Dad was disappointed that I
wasn’t more athletic.
Disaster struck one Friday night when I got home from school. Dad was home
early, usual on Fridays, he called me into the living room, Mom was there too,
and she looked like she’d been crying. To cut a long story short yesterday
Mom had found the porno magazine in my bedroom. As I said, it had pictures of
nude men wanking off in it. One of the older lads had leant it to me, it was
his older brothers. Then today they’d got a letter from my headmaster about
my sexual behaviour with the boys in class. Dad went ballistic; he called me a
little queer and lots of other nasty things. It was all Mom could do to stop
him belting me. They were going to take me to a specialist next week to get
me sorted, Dad’s words, I was sent to bed in tears.
I lay there sobbing, not knowing what to do, my world had collapsed. I must
have dropped off to sleep, because the next thing I knew was that it was 8:30
p.m. I resolved to run away. I could hear Mom and Dad arguing in the living
room, so I got dressed in jeans and a thick jumper, my best trainers, and my
leather jacket. I’d got a Mars bar and an apple left over from lunch and I
wolfed them down as I stuffed some more clothes into my shoulder bag, then I
raided my piggy-bank and I found I had just over $20.00. We lived in a
bungalow in the country, so I opened my window and climbed out. I got my pushbike
from the shed and set off down the road in the direction of Birmingham, I was
going to get the train to London. I gone about 5 miles when I got a puncture,
cursing, I began to wheel my bike, then the heavens opened and I was soaked
through within minutes, I moved over to the other side of the road where
there was more tree cover. To crown it all I wanted a crap so I kept my eyes open
for a suitable gap in the hedge. I was sobbing softly as I trudged along
when I heard a vehicle behind me; it drove past, then stopped and pulled up
opposite to me. It was a Range Rover; the driver rolled his window down.
“You all right kid?” he called out in a deep voice.
“My bike’s got a puncture,” I whined, sniffing back the tears, “I have to
get to New Street Station, I’m cold, I’m soaked, and I want the toilet.”
“Hold on.” He ordered.
I stopped and a guy got out of the passenger side, he was about 5ft 10,
black, with an afro, in the pouring rain he looked to be in his twenties.
Wordlessly he took my bike, carried it across the road, and strapped it to the roof
rack. The driver opened the back door.
“Hop in,” he ordered, “there’s a blanket to put round you. Our cottage is
just up the road.”
I was so grateful to get out of the rain that I climbed in and draped myself
in the blanket, I didn’t worry about accepting help from strangers; I was
desperate. I couldn’t see much of the driver in the dark, but I sensed he was
big. The black guy got in and we drove off. Nobody spoke, so I sat there
shivering, pulling the blanket tighter to try and get warm. After five minutes or
so we took a right, then a couple of minutes later we turned into a long
drive. We pulled up in front of a fairly large, one storey building; the black
guy got out and opened the garage doors, turning on the lights as well. We
drove in and parked, the black guy had carried on into the cottage. The driver
got out and opened my door; he was 6ft 2, heavy set, with blonde hair and blue
eyes, I noticed a stud earring in his right ear. He looked to be in his early
thirties. He reached in and lifted me out with ease.
“Come on,” he muttered, “let’s get you into a hot bath. I’m Don, and my
mate’s Bob.”
“I’m Paul.” I replied, my teeth chattering.
He carried me into the cottage; we went down a passage and through an open
doorway. It was a bathroom, and Bob was in there running a bath.
“Strip off and give Bob your wet clothes so that he can dry them, then we’
ll let you get on with your toilet. When you’ve finished turn right and go to
the next door, it’s the kitchen, we’ll be in there.”
I was getting embarrassed as they stood looking at me, waiting for me to get
undressed. Playing about with schoolmates was one thing, stripping off in
front of adults was something completely different.
“Hurry up lad, we haven’t got all night!” Don said brusquely. “We’re all
men together.”
I blushed and rapidly pulled off my sodden clothes, throwing them into a
heap on the tiled floor. I stood up straight, my hands covering my genitals.
They both openly appraised me, running their eyes up and down my shivering body.
“Nice!” was all Don said, and he left the bathroom.
Bob scooped up my clothes, looked me up and down once more, then he smiled
broadly, winked and followed Don out.
I was a little confused, were they looking at me sexually? And wasn’t it
wrong for adults to have sex with boy’s my age? In the porno mag nobody had
looked younger than 18. I was so desperate for the loo I put it at the back of my
mind. After I’d used the loo I took a bath and, as I’d started doing at
home I eased a couple of soapy fingers up my bumhole and cleaned that out. I
climbed out of the bath and towelled myself dry, I felt so much better. There
was only the towel, so I wrapped it around me, just below my small brown
nipples and made my way to the kitchen.
It was a large kitchen with an open fire; my clothes were draped over a
clothes horse stood in front of it; I could see the steam rising to the beamed
roof. On the large kitchen table I saw my wallet and loose change. Don and Bob
were sat in two cane chairs at the other end of the kitchen, dressed in short
white bath robes. Don waved me over, pointing to a stool in front of his
chair. I went over and sat down.
“Right Paul, don’t say anything until I’ve finished.” He admonished. “We
know you’re running away,” he held his finger in front of his mouth as I went
to protest, “that you’ve probably had a run in with your parents. I checked
your library card while you were bathing, and we both believe you’re too
young to go to London; so we’ve come up with an alternative. Stay here with us
for a few days to give yourself time to think things over. If you still don’t
want to go back home we’ll try and think of another alternative. O.K.?” He
smiled reassuringly.
My mind was in a whirl, they knew I was running away, but they weren’t going
to take me back home, they’d got my address from my library card. They were
offering to help me. I felt relief flood through me.
“I ran away too,” Bob said in a soft Jamaican accent, “Don helped me.”
That made up my mind.
“I’d like to stay with you both please.” I said my voice breaking. I felt a
tear trickle down my cheek, as they smiled down at me.
“You look uncomfortable down there,” said Don, “why don’t you come and sit
on my lap?”
I got up and sat on Don’s lap, I hugged him tightly.
“Thank you, thank you.” I blurted out as I buried my face into his hairy
chest.
“Hush, hush.” He cajoled holding me tightly against his broad chest with
one strong arm.
He started to rub my shoulders with his other hand, and then he leant
forwards and kissed the top of my head. He moved down and started kissing my neck
and cheek. I felt my cock start to stiffen as my pulse began to race. I looked
up, he was smiling at me. I leaned up and placed my lips on his, he kissed
me, gently pushing his tongue against my lips. I opened my mouth, it just
seemed the natural thing to do, and we started to gently tongue wrestle. All the
time his hands were massaging my upper body. I jumped when he gently tweaked
my small brown nipples which hardened instantly at his touch. I moaned into
his mouth and I forced my arms around his hard masculine body, squeezing him
tightly.
I felt a tugging at my towel and realized it was Bob pulling it from my
heated body. My cock was hard by now, its full 6-1/2 inches, but I felt no
embarrassment as Bob turned me so that he could see it in all it’s glory.
“Jesus Don!” he gasped. “He may have a boy’s body, but he’s got a man’s
cock!”
I felt proud.
Don broke the kiss and looked down. “Oh my,” he said with a chuckle, “I
think we’d better take this sex-puppy to the bedroom.”
Holding me tightly he stood up and we followed Bob down another passage and
into a bedroom. Don laid me in the middle of a big double bed and they looked
down at me as they removed their robes. I was all eyes. Don stood 6ft 2, he
was heavy set with dirty blonde hair on his chest and legs and arms. His
pubes were a little darker and they’d been trimmed like some of the guys in the
mag. His cock was stiff and stuck out almost straight, but slightly raised. It
was thicker than mine, 7 inches long and cut with a torpedo shaped knob
which glistened with precum. Bob, who was 22 I later learned, 10 years younger
than Don, was 5ft 10. He was slim, but honed, his body was hairless and his
pubes were shaved off. His cock was the same thickness as mine, and uncut, it
was 8 inches long and stood pointing to his chin. He had a mushroom shaped knob
too, and as I watched, his foreskin peeled back to reveal his dark purple
knob, and a pearl of precum oozed from his wide cock slit.
My own cock was jerking as I stared at their beautiful men’s bodies. Don lay
beside me and carried on snogging me, his big hands caressing my squirming
body. Bob got on the bed and started to lick my balls. It felt great to have
two grown men giving my boy’s body pleasure. I groaned as I felt Bob’s mouth
engulf my throbbing cock. Then Don started to play with my still hard
nipples. I grunted when Bob eased a finger up my bumhole.
“Relax, take it easy.” He whispered in his lovely accent.
I was relaxed, and flexed my ring closed then open around the invading
digit. Getting the signal Bob began to finger fuck me. I was writhing beneath the
joint assault, my pulse was racing, and sweat rolled off me. Bob added
another finger with ease causing me to moan sexily as waves of pleasure rolled over
me and my rigid cock leaked precum into Bob’s expert mouth. I sucked Don’s
tongue deep into my mouth as he continued to torment my stiff little nipples.
Bob was working his tongue inside my foreskin, and then he grasped my shaft
and pulled my foreskin as far back as it would go. His tongue laved my knob
and he sucked hard, pushing a third finger up my bum, it didn’t really hurt,
just gave me a sort of dull ache as it broached my ring. His fingers were
deeper in me than mine had ever been; then he found my sphincter and began to
manipulate it. That was it, my back arched, my legs stiffened and spunk raced
through my tubes. Bob pulled off just in time, and he pointed my throbbing cock
to the ceiling as jet after jet of hot boy cum shot into the air, to land
back on my body. They encouraged me as I had the best orgasm of my young life,
I must have shot 7 or 8 times, but eventually I slumped back onto the bed
exhausted.
“You enjoyed that?” queried Don.
“Enjoyed it?” I gasped. “I LOVED IT!”
I glanced down at my cum covered body and saw that my cock was still hard.
Don’s eyes gleamed. “Do you want to continue this in our playroom?” he
asked pointing at my hard cock. “It looks like you’re still up for it!”
“You bet.” I replied, my voice full of anticipation.
“Come on then.” Don said, and he pulled me off the bed. I noticed that both
their cocks were really stiff and Bob’s foreskin had peeled back exposing
his dark purple, mushroom shaped knob. Both of their knobs were shiny with
precum. They looked so inviting; I was desperate to taste them. I followed Bob as
he led me through the door back toward the garage with Don following on, a
hand on my buttocks, guiding me. I admired Bob’s hard, muscular, black arse as
he padded along; his ass cheeks rising and falling alternately. I wasn’t
falling in love or anything, I just wanted to learn everything I could about gay
sex, and I instinctively knew Don and Bob would teach me. Somehow I also
knew that I could trust them. I was loving being able to have sex with two so
attractive adults. We entered the garage and Bob opened a door on the back
wall leading me into another room. There was a sort of sling thing hanging from
the ceiling and loads of shelves with weird things on them. Any spare wall
space was mirror tiled as was the ceiling. There were a couple of low benches
and a table and a leather armchair.
“You’re going to be O.K. with playing some more?” Don asked his voice full
of concern.
“Christ yes!” I answered. “I’ve never cum so good, I want to cum some
more, and I want to learn everything you’re willing to show me.”
“Good,” he replied, “now all we need to do is get you comfortable in this
sling.”
He helped me up into it and tied my legs so that my bumhole was totally
exposed; he left my arms free, and I grasped a couple of the chains for extra
support. Then he put an adjustable leather strap under my head to support it.
While he was strapping me in Bob picked up a wall phone and dialled a number.
“Hi Dave,” he said when he was connected, “are you and Phil free? We’re
having chicken tonight and thought you might like to come over? Good, expect
you soon, use your own key. We’ll be in the playroom.”
“Who are Dave and Phil?” I asked, lifting my head up to look at them.
“They’re a couple of good friends who like playing sex games the same as we
do.” Don explained “I think you’ll like them.”
“And we’re going to have a chicken dinner after?”
They burst out laughing. I looked at them perplexed.
“Sorry Paul,” Don spluttered, still chuckling, “chicken means a young boy
like yourself. It’s a bit of code we use between ourselves.”
I relaxed back into the sling. Don came round to my head and adjusted the
supporting strap so that my head dropped back.
“Do you want to taste a man’s cock now Paul?” he asked smiling down at me.
“Yes, oh yes.” I answered. “I’ve sucked some of my schoolmates, but never
a man before.”
Don moved closer and began rubbing his thick, uncut, torpedo shaped knob
across my lips. I opened my mouth and licked it, catching an emerging pearl of
precum. It tasted a little stronger than mine or the other boys, but it was
still delicious. He pushed his cock forwards, his knob and about an inch of
shaft entered my mouth. I started to suck as I continued to lick his knob. Don
groaned loudly.
“Bloody hell Paul!” he gasped, “you’re a natural.”
At this I felt Bob’s hand on my left buttock, and then he ran a finger
across my bumhole which had closed back up. I shivered in anticipation. He tapped
his finger on my rosebud a couple of times then pushed into my hole with
ease, as far as the second knuckle. I realised he’d greased his fingers, and it
was my turn to groan around Don’s knob as Bob added a second, then a third
finger and started to slowly finger-fuck my willing boyhole. I was sucking Don’
s cock avidly now, and was being rewarded with a lot of tasty precum. When
Bob added a fourth finger I gasped at the sharp pain that shot through me and
my sphincter tightened automatically. Bob stopped fucking and as the pain
eased almost immediately I relaxed my sphincter.
“I think he’s a natural at ass play too.” Bob said. “His boyhole just
loves my four fingers frigging it.”
He started to finger fuck me again, but this time he opened and closed his
fingers and twisted them around. I was moaning continually now, I loved a big
man cock to suck, and Bob’s fingers were making me feel so good; I could feel
my cock twitching and the occasional drop of precum landing on my belly. I
was squirming in the sling and as my heart beat began to quicken I broke out
in a sweat.
“Do you think he’s ready?” Don asked.
“Oh yes!” Bob answered. “Shall we swap?”
“OK.” Don replied. “Paul,” he addressed me, “we’re swapping ends now. I
want some of that sweet ass, and I bet you’d like to taste Bob’s long black
cock?”
I nodded, my mouth too full of cock to speak. Bob removed his fingers
leaving me feeling quite empty, as Don withdrew his cock from my mouth. They
changed ends and I opened my mouth wide as Bob slipped about 3 of his 8 inches
inside. I let go of the chain with my right hand and reached around to grasp Bob’
s silky shaft around the base. I pulled his foreskin fully back and started
to tongue his knob. He produced precum almost immediately and I tasted it
eagerly, not quite as strong as Don’s, but lovely all the same. I stopped
tonguing his knob and started to suck him hard; I wanted to taste some mancum! At
the same time Don had worked three greased fingers into my hole with ease and
was working them about. After a couple of minutes, by which time Bob and I
were moaning almost in unison, he withdrew them. His left hand grabbed my right
leg just below my knee and I felt something prodding at my open boyhole. I
knew it was his cock, and I knew I wanted it; my hole had loved their fingers.
I gulped and my heart beat even faster, and I sucked Bob’s cock even harder.
“Relax as much as you can Paul.” Don murmured in a gentle voice. “It may
hurt at first, but we know you’ll like it after. If you want me to stop at
anytime so that you can get used to it, just tap my arm.”
With that I felt him push forwards, I felt a sharp pain as he broke past my
sphincter, but I managed not to tighten up or tap his arm. I was sweating
profusely now as Don continued to sink his thick cock up my boyhole. My arse
felt really stretched, but it was worth it for the way it was making me feel. My
cock jumped as his cock hit, then crossed my sphincter. Don continued to
push forwards, grabbing my arse cheeks and pulling them wide apart, granting him
greater access. Then I felt his trimmed pubes rub against my hairless ass
cheeks. I’d done it! I’d taken Don’s entire, very thick 7 inches up my bum in
one go.
“OH GOD!” I shouted around Bob’s cock. “THAT FEELS GREAT!”
Don laughed, smacked my ass cheek and began to withdraw his cock until just
his knob was left inside me, then he pushed the whole 7 inches back in. I
sighed contentedly. Pulling my hairless arse cheeks apart Don began to fuck me
steadily, it felt great, especially the stimulation to my prostrate. I sucked
harder on Bob’s cock and wanked his shaft as best I could. I wanted to taste
a man’s cum so badly. Don had speeded up his strokes and I knew that I’d be
cumming soon, with the pounding my prostate was receiving. Just then I heard
the door open, Don never missed a stroke.
“Hi Dave, Phil,” he gasped, “get undressed and join in. By the way Paul’s
sphincter is spasming around my cock you’re just in time for an eruption.”
“Hi Don, Bob.” Two voices spoke in unison.
“Let’s have a look at his face.” This was a gruff voice. “His body looks
great.”
The owner of the gruff voice came into view; he was 6ft 2, well built, bald,
with a brown goatee, he had big silver earrings in each ear.
“Hi Paul, I’m Dave.”
I mumbled “Hi.” Around Bob’s cock.
“This is Phil, my boy.”
A thin guy came and stood by him. He was 5ft 8 with cropped red hair. He was
very pale skinned and freckled. They were dressed identically, leather
trousers and leather waistcoats. They stripped completely in seconds. Dave looked
very fit even though he had a slight paunch. His body was very hairy with a
lot of pubic hair; as I watched his cut cock stiffened to a massive (to me) 9
inches. It was probably a little thicker than Don’s and had a bulbous, round
knob; it was covered in thick, purple veins. Both his large brown nipples
were pierced with big silver rings. Phil’s body by contrast was completely
hairless, his pubes shaved. Though thin his body was toned, and he had a big
bubble-butt. His skin was marble white, his nipples, which protruded, bright red.
His stiff uncut cock was 6 inches long with a tight foreskin covering a
torpedo knob; it was thinner than mine too.
As I assimilated the information Don had continued pounding his cock in and
almost out of my bumhole, it was aching, but it felt good. I felt my spunk
rising, so I squeezed Bob’s cock as I sucked even harder, I wanted us to cum
together. I couldn’t hold out and I stiffened as Don fucked the cum out of me.
My cock erupted, sending ropes of boycum into the air which landed back on my
writhing body. My sphincter clenched tight around Don’s throbbing shaft
every time I shot. Don pounded my bumhole harder and harder.
“OH … FUCK … YES!” he shouted.
I felt his hot mancum blasting my insides; it felt strange but so sexy.
“Yesssssssssssss!” Bob hissed.
I felt his cock swell, then his cum shot out hitting the roof of my mouth. I
started swallowing immediately, but to no avail, he produced so much cum I
could feel it trickling from the corners of my mouth. I loved the taste;
honey-sweet/salty and a little stronger than my own. Don had stopped cumming and
he lowered his head and began to tongue my cooling cum from my quivering body.
Bob and Dave joined in jostling for position. Dave was smacking his lips
with relish as he licked up as much of my boycum as he could. I kept sucking on
Bob’s softening knob trying to get every drop. Bob eased his cock from my
mouth then leant down and licked my cheeks clean before gently French kissing
me. I felt Don’s cock being eased from my stretched boyhole; it was still
fairly stiff; I felt sort of empty inside. Eventually they all stood back and
stared down at my relaxed body and half hard cock.
“Look at that!” Don said holding his slimy, half-hard cock out for all to
see. “He’s a clean boy, no shit stains.”
Phil dropped to his knees, slurped it into his mouth and licked and sucked
it clean. When he stood back up Don was hard again.
I can’t explain how good I felt, my first taste of mancum and my first fuck.
Yes, Don’s thick cock had caused me some initial pain as the knob broke
through my ring. But after a couple of minutes it had felt so good buried inside
me. I knew I was queer, but I didn’t care, I loved cock; up my bum, in my
mouth, whatever. I didn’t want it to end, and I wanted someone to suck my cock.
“Enough?” Don asked.
I looked at him and then at Dave and Bob. I grinned.
“Not everybody’s cum yet.” I leered. “And my bum feels empty, and I want
my cock sucked!”
Me: 14, 5ft 4, skinny with a little belly, small brown nipples, no body
hair, a dozen pubes, brown hair and eyes, 6-1/2 inch quite thick uncut cock,
mushroom shaped knob.
Don: 32, 6ft 2, heavy-set, blonde hair, blue eyes, some body hair and
trimmed pubes, stud earring. 7 inch cut cock, much thicker than mine, torpedo
shaped knob.
Bob: 22, 5ft 10, black, slim but honed. Afro, body hairless, pubes shaved. 8
inch uncut cock, as thick as mine, mushroom shaped knob.
Dave: 40, 6ft very fit, slight paunch, bald, trim brown beard, earring and
nipple rings, hairy body, a lot of brown pubic hair. 9 inch cut cock slightly
thicker than Don’s with a bulbous round knob.
Phil: 24, 5ft 8, thin, but toned, big bubble-butt. White skin, no body hair,
shaved pubes, cropped red hair. 6 inch uncut cock, thinner than mine with a
tight foreskin.
There were grins and laughs all round. I smiled back as sexily as I could.
My bumhole wasn’t fully closed yet and I could feel something leaking out, Don’
s cum and my boy juices I realised.
“Well,” Phil said, coating his stiff 6 inches with Vaseline, “he won’t be
able to take you yet Dave. So as Don and Bob have cum I guess that means it’s
me next!”
With that he stepped up behind me, steadying himself by grabbing my legs as
he placed his knob on my leaking bumhole. He pushed forwards quickly and my
boyhole swallowed his cock with ease. I hardly felt him break through my
sphincter and then his shaved balls slapped against my hairless bum cheeks.
“YES!” we exhaled in unison.
Phil started to fuck me rapidly, making up for his lack of cock size with
the ferocity of his fucking. We were both grunting loudly every time he thrust
his rigid 6 inch uncut cock home. Dave moved around to my head and, unbidden,
I opened my mouth wide. He pushed his thick, cut, bulbous knob into my
mouth.
“For the time being just play with my knob boy. My big thick cock takes a
lot of getting used to, and, hopefully, I want to cum in your boyhole, not in
your mouth.”
I suckled on his big knob as best I could, my jaws stretched wide. His
precum was strong and salty as it trickled over my tongue and down my throat, I
enjoyed the taste. I didn’t know if I’d be able to accommodate his big cock up
my boyhole, but I knew I was going to try. My body was experiencing
sensations I’d never have thought possible. What I’d been doing at school was
nothing compared to this. As Phil banged away at my boyhole Dave’s cock would move
back and forth in my mouth, maybe only an inch, but enough to fill my mouth.
Then Don or Bob sucked my cock into his mouth, sucking me to a quick
erection, while the other one nibbled and tweaked my nipples. I was writhing around
in ecstasy, my body was on fire, and I knew, even though it would be for the
third time that night, I would soon be cumming again.
Phil began to fully withdraw his cock from my gaping boyhole, he’d pause,
then plunge it all the way back in until his balls smacked against my quivering
arse. I loved it, groaning loudly around Dave’s big knob every time Phil
forced his cock back into me. If I’d known how good all this felt I’d have been
looking for men to do it with from the first time I’d cum. Then my senses
went into overdrive when whoever was sucking my throbbing cock, swallowed it;
my mushroom shaped knob easily leading the way. Then he started to work his
throat muscles around my knob and shaft. I eventually found out it was Don. At
that very moment Phil pulled my ass cheeks as wide as they could go and
buried his twitching cock as deep as he could inside me. He shuddered and I felt
the hot licks of his cum as he coated my insides with his lovely sperm,
jerking up into me every time he shot.
And every time he shot he shouted, “FUCK, YES!”
When he’d finished cumming Phil collapsed against my legs. Then I felt my
balls churning and my third load of sweet boy spunk started to shoot from my
cock-slit and straight down Don’s throat. It felt wonderful. After my second
shot Don drew his head back until my knob was in his mouth and he began to
swallow my boycum as he continued to suck hard on my throbbing cock. Don was
still sucking my cock when I felt Phil start to withdraw his still stiffish cock
from my aching boyhole. At that Dave withdrew his knob from my mouth; I was
quite relieved, my jaws had started to ache, his knob was so big.
“Don’t pull out yet Phil!” he growled. “Keep his boyhole open with your
cock. It’s my turn to try his beautiful boyhole now.”
So Phil pushed his cock all the way back in, causing me to ooze a final drop
of cum, which Don sucked up before releasing my cock from his hot mouth.
“I don’t know if I can take your cock.” I stammered. “It’s so long and
thick.”
“Don’t worry Paul.” Bob soothed as he gently stroked my heaving chest. “If
it hurts too much he’ll stop.”
I was encouraged by this, and I DID want to try and get Dave’s monster deep
inside me, a cock up my boyhole felt so good.
“OK.” I whispered. “Can I watch?”
As Dave moved towards my arse Don came and knelt by my head. He kissed me. I
opened my mouth and was rewarded with a dollop of my own cum, which I
swallowed. “Sexy” I thought. Don adjusted the head strap so that I could look down
my body at Dave, who was standing beside Phil, while he lubed up his massive
cock. As I said, it was 9 inches long, very veiny, and the shaft was thicker
than Don’s. That wasn’t what was worrying me; it was the bulbous knob that
was even wider than the thick shaft. That had got to get past my sphincter! I
mean I was very proud of the size of my own cock and big, mushroom shaped
knob, but it looked nothing in comparison to Dave’s. Phil pulled out and Don
took his place resting his bulbous knob against my open hole. He pushed
forwards until his big knob was stopped by my sphincter. The others murmured words
of encouragement and they gently massaged my trembling body.
“Relax kid.” Dave said. “If it gets too much for you I’ll take it out. Now
brace yourself.”
With that he pushed forwards hard and his big bulbous knob broke through my
sphincter. It really hurt, pain flashed through my body and I automatically
tried to squeeze my sphincter shut.
“OH SHIT!” I screamed. “You’re splitting me in two take it out, please. It’
s killing me!”
But Dave ignored me and pressed forwards until his knob had passed my
sphincter and it had closed around his shaft. Then he stopped. My heart was
hammering, sweat poured from every pore and my whole body had flushed red. My cock
had shrunk to nothing and my balls had retreated into my body. I felt tears
trickling down my cheeks. I sobbed. I looked at them all staring at me, their
faces serious. I glared at Dave.
“You promised you’d stop.” I choked out, my voice close to breaking as I
gasped for breath. “That was the worst pain I’ve ever felt ever.”
“But how does it feel now?” he asked. And he flexed his cock.
“Terrible.” I started to say, when I realised it didn’t, now that my
sphincter had been broached. Now that the initial pain had subsided it had started
to feel good. And I noticed that my heartbeat was slowing down and my
breathing was getting easier.
“Well.. Er.. Um” I mumbled, “it’s actually beginning to feel good.”
Dave flexed his cock again.
“Really good!” I told him giving him a shy smile.
Everybody relaxed and started smiling. They’d stopped massaging my body when
I’d screamed out, now they carried on, even gently playing with my nipples,
bringing them back to hardness.
“So I can fuck you now?” queried Dave.
I grinned and nodded. Dave gently pushed forwards and an inch of his thick
veiny shaft joined his knob in my chute. I took a sharp breath and he stopped
while I caught my breath. When I relaxed after several seconds Dave fed me
another inch. I watched fascinated as the monster cock filled my tiny boyhole.
This went on an inch at a time until I felt his bushy pubes rubbing against
my hairless ass cheeks. I felt well and truly stuffed, I could feel Dave’s 9
inch monster throbbing deep inside me creating wonderful sensations that
coursed through me. My well stretched hole ached dully, but it was a pleasurable
ache; I now new that I loved men’s’ big cocks up my young bumhole. My own
body started to respond to the throbbing cock as I felt it pulsating against my
prostate; my balls dropped and my cock thickened as my hot blood started to
fill it.
“Jesus Christ, your hole’s so tight!” Dave growled.
We were both sweating profusely now and Dave’s cock was throbbing in time
with his quickening heartbeat. His big cock buried deep within me made me feel
so full, so good. It was very sexy; and I was leaking precum from my rapidly
stiffening cock.
“Fuck me now Dave, please!” I whispered hoarsely. “But please go slowly,
your cock’s so big.”
Dave grinned lewdly and began to gently fuck me with one inch strokes. As I
relaxed he lengthened the strokes until they were about 4 inches. We were
both moaning and groaning loudly. I started to flex my sphincter causing Dave to
speed up a little. My cock was hard by now and Bob pulled my foreskin back
and rubbed his thumb around my sensitive, exposed knob coating it with my
copious precum. Then he began to gently toss me as Phil teased my nipples and Don
toyed with my balls. I was writhing in the sling as the four of them
concentrated on bringing me to another orgasm, my fourth. Oh the joys of youth! Dave
was sweating as much as I was as he concentrated on maintaining a steady
fuck rate, I could feel it dropping onto my legs and trickling down them. I
started to flex my sphincter around his thick, throbbing shaft causing him to
groan even louder.
“Christ,” he moaned, “that’s so fucking sexy!”
He speeded up; I don’t think he could maintain his rhythm as I continued to
flex my sphincter. His strokes got longer until only his bulbous knob stopped
his cock from exiting my writhing body. He pounded into me pushing me
forwards and back in the sling; I clung onto the chains for support. As his knob
kept banging into my prostate I totally lost it.
“Oh God.” I cried out, and my cock began to spew spunk into the air, and
all over Bob’s tossing hand; it was my fourth cum so it didn’t shoot too far,
but I still came loads. Every time I shot my sphincter squeezed Dave’s shaft
tightly; after the third squeeze he buried himself deep in my hole and I felt
his hot mancum blast out into my body. After his first blast he began to
fuck me again, cumming on every in stroke.
“Fuck Yeah!” he chanted every time he came.
My body was wracked with the best sensations ever, but eventually I’d
finished cumming so Bob stopped tossing me. He brought his cum covered hand to my
mouth and I eagerly licked it clean. Dave finally stopped cumming and
straightened up; I swear I could feel his cock softening inside me. I lay back in the
sling, totally exhausted, totally happy.
“O.K. kid, I’m going to take my cock out nice and slow. It’s gone down a
bit, so it should come out fairly easily.”
Dave gently withdrew his soft cock; there was a sloppy sort of “PLOP” as it
dropped out causing me to giggle and the Guys to chuckle. I’d hardly felt
his knob pass my well stretched sphincter. I could feel the mix of three loads
of cum and my boy juices trickling over my swollen ass lips, as I learned to
call them. And once again I felt empty inside.
Suddenly I felt a funny sensation in my stomach.
“Oh hell.” I called out. “I need to go to the toilet.”
My stomach cramped again.
“Quickly!” I shouted desperately.
The guys moved rapidly, Bob, Dave and Phil got me free from the sling in
seconds. Don scooped me up and, as Bob opened a mirrored door I hadn’t noticed
before, Don carried me into a small bathroom and placed me on the toilet,
which stood next to a shower. He was just in time; with a noise like a very loud,
wet fart I started to evacuate my bowels of all the cum, and shit, and boy
juices I’d got inside me. I went scarlet with embarrassment as I noisily
voided my bowels.
“Don’t be embarrassed Paul.” Don said as he grinned down at me. “It’s only
natural when you consider what you’ve just been through. We probably should
have given you an enema before we started.” He licked his lips. “Then we
could have eaten all the cum out of you!”
Now that sounded really gross, but very sexy.
“When you’ve finished Bob will help you shower, I bet you’ll be a little
unsteady standing after all that fucking.”
He ruffled my hair and left, Bob pushed the door shut behind him.
“God, what a pong!” Bob said with a chuckle. “Finished yet?”
“Yes.” I squeaked, still embarrassed as hell.
I wiped my bottom as Bob ran the shower to set the temperature. He helped me
to my feet and guided me under the shower, getting in beside me. Don had
been right, my legs were wobbly. Bob soaped me up and washed me, massaging my
shoulders and then he knelt and massaged my legs; it felt nice and soothing. We
chatted for a bit as he washed me; mainly Bob asked if I’d enjoyed myself,
and would I like to do “stuff” again. I told him I’d loved it, that it all
felt so natural, so good. When he got to my bumhole he was extra careful as he
very gently inserted half a finger to clean around my tender ass lips. He
told me they were closing nicely. When we’d finished he dried us off with a big
fluffy towel; my cock was soft, but I noticed Bob’s was still half hard. Then
he scooped me up in his arms with ease, he was surprisingly strong. I put my
arms around his neck and leaned my head on his smooth skin; I was totally at
ease with him. I yawned loudly, twice, I was so tired, but very content. My
bumhole ached a bit, but it was a sort of sexy ache. It also felt empty; I
was getting to love cock up it.
“Bed for you I think young man.”
Bob carried me back into the other room, closing the door behind him. What a
sight greeted us, Phil was in the sling, his legs stretched really wide, I
could see his pale red pucker opening and closing in anticipation. Don stood
at Phil’s head, which was dropped back with his mouth wide open. Don was about
to put his cock into Phil’s mouth. Dave was on his knees and as I watched he
licked across Phil’s winking pucker a couple of times, then he began to
tongue fuck him causing Phil to moan loudly. But that was muffled as Don fed him
his 7 inch cock. Don didn’t stop until his whole cock disappeared into Phil’
s mouth. So Phil had to be deep-throating him. Phil’s cock was really stiff,
I could see his foreskin had peeled back and he was leaking precum. I felt my
own cock start to engorge.
“Don’t get too far ahead guys,” Bob called out, “I’ll just put Paul to
bed, and then I’ll be right back.”
Suddenly I didn’t feel so tired and sexy idea crossed my mind.
“Bob,” I whispered into his ear, “you haven’t fucked me yet.”
His head snapped round.
“Haven’t you had enough yet?” he sounded incredulous.
I smiled as sexily as I could. “I’ve never had a black cock up my bum, and
it was the first time I’ve ever sucked one; that was great. I want to do as
much tonight as I possibly can. I’m sure I could manage it. Your cock’s not
as thick or long as Dave’s so I think I’d take it quite easily. It’s such a
beautiful cock, please let me try?”
I loosened one arm from around Bob’s neck and reached down and groped him,
feeling his cock start to stiffen immediately. I opened my legs enough to
bring my erecting cock into view.
“Look,” I said, “I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.”
Bob looked at my cock and then across at Don, who had been listening
intently to our conversation.
“I don’t now what to say, I’ve never met a boy his age who was so willing,
or so sexy. Tell you what Bob, get him to sit on it, then if he can’t manage
it he can stop it immediately. And grease your cock really well.”
“Okey-dokey.” Bob shrugged, and he dropped my feet to the floor.
The other three continued what they were doing as Bob sat in the chair which
was facing them. He took a dollop of grease from a jar by the side of the
chair and tossed his cock a few times until it was its full 8 inches. Facing
away from him I climbed up and knelt with my legs either side of Bob’s legs. I
supported myself on the armrests and lowered my body until I thought my bum
was above Bob’s cock.
“Put it against my hole please.” I asked, my voice quavering as my
breathing quickened.
Bob grabbed my hips and pulled me back a bit.
“Lower yourself a little.”
I lowered myself gingerly until I felt his knob against my stretched
rosebud. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath; then I began to sit on Bob’s black 8
inch cock. I felt his knob at my sphincter, I paused, took another deep
breath, then I pushed down hard. I gasped loudly as his knob breached my
sphincter, and I felt a jolt of pain shoot through me. I gulped and held myself steady
as I got used to Bob’s throbbing cock, so far I’d only got his mushroom
knob past my sphincter.
“Christ Paul, your hole is still so tight!” gasped Bob.
I opened my eyes and looked around at him. He smiled encouragingly.
Balancing precariously I leaned back, Bob stretched forwards and we kissed
passionately. I felt some more of his cock slide up me, this time there was no pain. I
turned back and started to force myself downwards. I slipped down Bob’s well
greased pole with ease. It felt great and I threw my head back and moaned.
Soon I was totally impaled; I could feel Bob’s pubic stubble rubbing my
hairless ass cheeks. I let go of the armrests and grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling
them as far apart as I could, so I could get more of Bob’s long black cock
inside me. Bob flexed his cock causing me to moan again; his cock felt so good
inside me. Sitting on it instead of being fucked in the sling seemed to get it
further into my young body. It was as if Bob’s 8 inches had gone so much
further up me than Dave’s 9 inch monster. Great!
“Sit still for a moment and get used to my cock. Look at the others.”
I’d been concentrating so hard on getting Bob’s big black cock up my
bumhole I’d totally ignored what was happening to Phil in the sling. I looked
across, Don was steadily fucking Phil’s face, bringing his cock all the way out of
Phil’s mouth before plunging it all the way back in to it’s base. Dave had
just stood up, and I could see Phil’s hole was partially open and awash with
saliva. Dave placed his bulbous knob against Phil’s hole and pushed forwards.
He gave Phil’s bubble-butt cheeks a couple of hard slaps as he pushed
forwards. I could see the bright red handprints when Dave grabbed Phil’s legs for
support. Phil gave a garbled groan as Dave’s knob broached his sphincter. Dave
didn’t stop pushing forwards until his thick monster was fully buried in Phil
’s arse; the penetration must have hurt. I expected Dave to let Phil get
used to his monster but he began a steady fucking straight away, all the way in
then all the way back, just leaving his knob in.
“Phil must have been doing this for a long time to take Dave’s big thick
cock up his bumhole so easily.” I thought to myself. “And to have his mouth
and throat fucked like that.”
It was really turning me on watching Don and Dave double fucking young Phil,
they were grunting and Phil was moaning as he writhed in the sling. All
three had started to sweat heavily. I could see everything reflected in all the
mirrors. I could even see myself impaled on Bob’s cock, my small, white, boy’
s body contrasting sharply with Bob’s black, honed man’s body. It was such a
hot, sexy scene it was really turning me on; my cock, which had stayed
fairly hard as my boyhole swallowed Bob’s cock, was stiff again, and producing
precum. It was affecting Bob too, I could feel his cock moving deep inside me. I
tentatively raised myself off Bob’s cock by a couple of inches, and then I
slid back down. It felt so good; I was soon riding Bob’s cock at a steady
pace, about 5 inches at a time. My ass cheeks were slapping Bob’s lap every time
I sat back down. I was experiencing incredible sensations as I rode Bob’s
beautiful black cock. In one way this was a better fuck than Dave’s big cock had
given me.
“Let’s try something different.” Bob suggested. “Can you raise up and turn
around to face me?”
“I can try.” I replied, eager to try something new.
I released my ass cheeks and raised myself up so that only a couple of
inches of Bob’s cock were still in me. Then I gingerly turned around until I faced
Bob; feeling his flexing cock in me as I turned was very sexy. I sat back
down into his sweaty lap.
“Now put your arms around my neck and clasp your hands and hold on.”
I did as Bob told me; Bob inched forwards, grasped the armrests and stood
up, forcing his cock all the way back into my hot boy chute. I gasped with
pleasure, it felt really good. I unclasped my hands and threw them around Bob’s
chest. Then, as Bob pulled my ass cheeks apart I forced my thin body down to
get even more of Bob’s throbbing cock up me. I could feel both our hearts
hammering. Bob started to walk towards the sling, every step jolting his cock
inside me; I was getting a walking fuck. I was so worked up I kept clenching and
unclenching my sphincter causing Bob to moan softly. We were both sweating
profusely by the time we reached the sling. Bob stood by Phil’s abdomen,
letting go of my ass cheeks he held the small of my back.
“Lean back until you’re lying across Phil, I’ll support you.”
As I leaned back Bob gently lowered me until my back was resting on Phil’s
sweaty body, I grabbed a couple of chains for extra support as Bob began to
fuck me. After a couple of strokes he started to wit draw his cock completely
before plunging back into my aching boyhole to the limit. The smell of man sex
was overwhelming and our moans and groans grew steadily louder. Phil
maneuvered around and managed to grasp my cock and start to toss me. Through his
hand I could feel the jolts his body gave every time Don and Phil drove their
cocks back into his ravaged body. I let go of one of the chains and managed to
grab hold of Phil’s cock, it was so stiff I thought it would break. His
foreskin had peeled back and the whole knob and shaft were slimy with precum.
After thumbing his knob for precum I started to toss him off too. My body was
sliding back and forth as Bob fucked me hard. Then Phil gave a garbled cry, I
felt his cock swell, and hot young spunk shot everywhere, covering Phil’s face
and even hitting Dave’s belly before subsiding to cover my body and then my
hand as his cum finally subsided. As Phil’s cumming died away Don pulled out
of Phil’s mouth and wanked his steaming cock furiously.
“Fuck yes!? He cried out as jet after jet of hot mancum shot over our
bodies.
That was it, Phil had been wanking me even harder since he’d cum, so, as Bob
drove back into my boyhole I squeezed my sphincter tight and my fifth cum of
the session spewed from my cock running over Phil’s hand and pooling around
my belly button.
“Oh shit,” I sighed, “that was incredible.”
Bob withdrew his cock from my battered hole at the same time as Dave yanked
his from Phil’s abused hole, and they both started to toss off. Phil and I
stopped wanking each other to watch Bob and Dave cum. I absent mindedly raised
my hand to my mouth and lapped up Phil’s cum, mmmmmm. It didn’t take them
long, soon Bob’s cum was coating my body and Dave’s was coating mine and Phil’
s. When everyone had finished cumming Bob picked me off Phil’s body and stood
me down, my legs were trembling so badly I had to hold onto a chain for
support. They soon had Phil out of the sling and he stood next to me. He took my
chin in a cum-sticky hand and French kissed me. I felt tongues licking my
body and realized the other three were licking our bodies clean.
After several minutes Don said. “OK guys I think he’s had more than enough
for his first night. Don’t you?”
They all murmured agreement and Phil broke the kiss. Don scooped me up as we
all said goodnight, then he carried me back into the cottage. I was asleep
before he put me to bed.
I lived with Don and Bob for four wonderful years. They educated me in
everything, not only sex. We had wild orgies in that back room and I met and
entertained, and was entertained by, many more of their friends. They gave me a
really wild party for my 18th birthday; I won’t tell you where the candles
went! I’d met Bob’s brother Simon when I was 17, he was two years older than
Bob, and we slowly fell in love. After my eighteenth we moved to London and we’
re still together now.
THE END.
Copyright July 2005
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