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“Is there a lot of demand for this homo stuff?” Peter asked Rick. That night, young Peter was shown a lot of uncensored material, and ended up sleeping with Rick upstairs in the damp flat above the shop. Soon Rick returned from the bedroom with a swishy rattan school cane in his hands. It hurt like the blazes, but Peter was pleased to hear the cane clatter on the floor as the sergeant threw it down with a grunt. Over the next few days and weeks, Peter couldn’t decide if he’d enjoyed the sex and caning he’d endured courtesy of hunky cop Mark. And it so happened that there were also threesomes where Peter’s bottom entertained both Rick and Sergeant Mark.
Once we had settled down in the lounge after dinner, he said, “I would seriously like to help, but there’s no pressure and you can give it some thought.” After allowing his words to sink in he continued, “You know these people at rehab are really very good. The following day, as my mother lay passed out in her room, I went next door and told Jonas that I was in full agreement, and that he should proceed with his plan. Dinner was a silent affair that night and later when I got into bed, Jonas entered my room wearing a pair of shorts and sat on the end of my bed.
Ruth was married to a farmer named Waldo, and their twin sons Hans and Dirk were nineteen years of age. The following morning during our shower, I felt Hans insert his finger into my backside as we paired off to wash each other’s backs. With their arms totally enfolding me Hans continued fucking my butt while Dirk passionately kissed me. As Hans started cumming I could feel Dirk’s arms manically pulling his bothers backside towards my arse. Waldo was gentle at first, but soon gripped my head in a vice like hold and began face-fucking me. Waldo liked it rough, and my face and arse got regularly slapped by his huge hands.
Eric reached out, turned the shower off with one big hand, and with the other pushed down on my shoulder. “Timmy I want you to kiss my cock then suck it until I cum down your throat.” His cock head was just an inch from my mouth. Josh told me to soap up my ass with shampoo and then add some to his hard cock. Josh pushed hard as soon as the tip of his cock was at my opening. Brady reached out and filled his hands with my hair as he pulled my head to his meaty cock. It was difficult to keep Brady’s cock in my mouth because Josh was pounding me so hard.
As Roland took hold of Rusty’s knob he watched in awe as the cock began expanding in girth. Roland then commenced pushing a second finger into Rusty’s hole and in anticipation of a possible overreaction, really began smacking Rusty’s backside very hard. Next, Roland gripped hold of the skin above Rusty’s arse and as his fingers compressed the flesh, he commenced pulling Rusty onto his cock manically. After slowly removing his dick, he said, “Don’t move, Rusty, just stay exactly as you are.” Roland now walked to the cupboard and selected a nice sized butt plug. Rusty’s more powerful hands also clamped Roland’s backside far harder, and Roland knew that he would be sporting the bruises of their encounter for a few days.
After gripping hold of my head, he pushed his cock into my mouth and started skull-fucking me. Soon, the guy doing the fucking removed his dick from the small Mexican’s arse and scuttled up his body to unload all over the small guy’s head. Mario then stood up and gave me a ‘what the fuck are we waiting for’ look, before heading for the door. Mario now pushed his three hairy middle fingers of his left hand into my mouth, and with his right hand tightly gripped hold of my hair. Letting go of my hair, his right hand moved over and gave my face a hard slap.
After a month at the company, Gerald stomped into my office and gave me hell about an order that had not yet been delivered. Gerald followed me to the service side of the bar and asked for a Coke, as I continued with my chores. “Okay, okay,” I said, “I’ll pour one for you.” Gerald slowly loosened his grip, but before he let go he gave my jewels a final jiggle. Bemoaning this fact at work the following week, Gerald said that he would visit me on Saturday morning and fix all the problems. “Well I’m sorry, Chummy, but I need to punish you.” After turning my body Gerald pulled my shorts down, before pushing me down on the kitchen counter.
I saw ‘Geil Slave’ nod his head before the good looking man stepped back and began slapping his bubble-butt with meaning. As ‘Geil Slave’ yelped, it was as if a fuck-switch had been turned on, because the four men to my right, and the two guys on the opposite side of the room, all got stuck into one another. After ten mighty slaps, the good looking man again moved behind ‘Geil Slave’ and whispered in his ear, before the two of them departed. Shortly my right leg was lifted and his long uncut cock slithered its way into my freshly fucked hole.
Turning my head, I saw Blake face down with two cushions under his stomach, and Aaron thrusting into his backside. Aaron was on his knees behind Blake, having secured both Blake’s wrists in his left hand. With Aaron’s arms extended under my arms and around both our bodies, Aaron began tweaking Blake’s nipples. As Blake yelped lustfully, Aaron began slapping his quarry’s face repeatedly. With Aaron seated and having his dick orally serviced, I moved behind Blake and entered his sloppy hole. Retracting his tongue he mouthed, “Let’s double fuck him.” After winking back at him we moved to the toilet where I sat down with Blake on my lap facing me.
"And that's because I like to see that sweet little arse jiggle!" Dearg laughed, and in the wake of that laugh his cock head plunged into Seth's oil-slick, craving hole. An amused snort from behind him, then Dearg's hands tightened about Seth's waist and dragged him backwards, impaling him on the rest of his cock, forcing past all resistance to sheath himself to the balls. "You want more of my seed in you, whore?" The barbarian climbed up with him and rammed himself home within Seth, sinking his cock in halfway in one determined thrust then continuing without a pause, seating himself deep inside Seth until he pulled Seth's ass, tender and pink from the spankings, right up against his hips. He plunged in to the balls and gave a couple insistent, short thrusts, making Seth feel the heavy head of his cock wedged deep inside him.
My Mum’s boyfriend, or Uncle James as he likes me to call him, he’d caught me watching gay porn on my computer and he threatened to tell my Mum and I begged him not to tell her. But yeah, the thought of having my bum spanked by my Mum’s boyfriend, it made my cock feel well horny and he could see. My bum was getting hotter and hotter till it felt like it was on fire and each time Uncle James spanked it, my hard cock slapped against my belly, pre-cum splattering over my belly and up my chest and in my face. Lots of pictures of men and boys having their bare bums spanked came on the screen and my cock got proper boned up again.
I wasted no time in getting the condom on to my cock, and immediately positioned myself behind Ray and between his spread legs so I could start fucking that splendid ass of his. After a couple of false starts, I finally found the position that was going to permit this in spite of the difference in our sizes. I inserted only the head of my cock into his ass, but the tight muscles soon relaxed enough, and I sank the rest of my cock deep into his asshole.
After ten minutes or so, I just wanted to start, so I told him..."Put your drink on the floor, turn around on your knees, and stick your ass over the edge of the couch towards me." Slowly, I pulled my pants down, letting my cock flop out, right by his face, I could hear him moan as he took it in his mouth. His hole glistened, as I reached over, pushed his face into a pillow with one hand, and used my other hand to pull his arm behind his back, while I slid my fat dick inside him. I pulled out, took the condom off, and sat above his face, his tongue on my ass while I jerked my cock.
Morgan had just eaten a takeaway, and asked if he could pop in for a visit with a few beers. Following a pause in our conversation a while later, Morgan sheepishly said, “I’m sorry.” Picking up on my quizzical expression he continued, “That I was such a shit to you in high school.” Two days later, on Saturday, Morgan arrived at seven with a dozen beers in hand. We listened to one of his favourite tracks with the lyrics; ‘It’s a quarter after one, I’m a little drunk, and I need you now.’ As the song ended he pushed the repeat button, before asking me to dance with him. Later Morgan asked if I minded him having a joint. Leaning over me while balancing on his left arm, his right hand began guiding his cock into my arse.
William must have known that I needed release, because he took my dick in his hand and with two or three strokes I was shooting my jism all onto the sheets, and screaming at the top of my lungs, and my ass clenched down on the glass invader, and tried to force it out of my ass, but because the knob was so big, it wouldn't just come out, and I knew if it did, it would shoot clear across the room, so while in the throes of the most powerful orgasm of my life, that glass head just strained against my ass lips, while the muscles strained back.
I longed for that sweet salty taste and the sexy way a man’s cock grows hot and stiff just before delivering his cum into your mouth. Stephen had told me sometimes rooms became available when people checked out late and asked if I’d be up for joining him again. Stephen took my cock along with his together in his one hand and started stroking both. I lay back, at times with my eyes closed in another world but also watching, watching a man who knows and loves sucking cocks. When my orgasm took me, that runaway train burst from the head of my spasming cock and filled Stephen’s waiting mouth with the cum that had been too long captive.
He could easily see the outline of my already hard skinny little five-inch cock and my large hanging balls. In about ten minutes, his balls pulled way up, his cock swelled and he yelled out, “Oh fuck here it comes.” came around his desk looked at my cock and said, “Timmy would you like to come now?” I looked at these men, who have such great bodies and beautiful cocks and balls and me with my boyish, hairless skinny body with my thin small cock sticking up being made to jerk off was almost enough for me to come without touching myself. I opened my eyes to see my come dripping around his cock and balls.
I help him a wee bit, undoing my jeans and let my semi hard cock fall out. “Nothing’s with me, stop bitching.” I go over to him, slapping his arse hard, “Now let me fuck you.” Each time I know he’s nearly going to orgasm, I slow down. Moving deeper, grinding into him, I stop stroking his cock and begin to smack his arse again. Because you’re a right wee fucker, who teases me far too much,” I say this as I pull out of him now, my cock already going soft. “No fucking way, Bob. It’s payback from all the times you edged me, or tried to dominate me.
Isaac prepared our breakfast in the main house each morning and Timmy made breakfast for Randy, Dusty, and himself, in their quarters. While relaxing on our towels Timmy told me Isaac was a great lover and that he also liked Randy, with whom he enjoyed having sex with the most. After dinner that evening, Isaac asked Seth if he would like to have sex with Timmy, for a change. We moved to Isaac’s room before I was told to impale myself on Seth’s cock, after Seth got onto his back. Later, when Seth and I finally got back our room, I was placed on my stomach and fucked twice more by him.
There was just one leather padded adjustable barber’s chair, but the illusion was completed by all the usual trappings – a huge mirror lit from above, clippers, razors, combs, towels, tubs of dressings, styptic pencils and even a display of what appeared to be fine old Fetherlite and Gossamer condom advertisements. On hooks to the side of the chair hung a back mirror, a razor strop and somewhat incongruously, a school cane. In truth, I’d been caned at school rather a lot and began to enjoy the invigorating sting of the rattan. I did as I was told, bending back over the barber’s chair, slyly catching a quick glimpse of my reddened arse in the mirror.
Unbeknownst to them, however, was that as we were watching that girl in the movie get gang banged by four other men, I wanted so badly to be that girl-- kneeling on the floor, surrounded by a ring of cocks, being pulled to my feet and crowded around, passed around and fucked. Since I’m having a hard time getting inside you, I’ll just lie here and let you work this out.” Not knowing how exactly he expected me to do that, I started working my way into reverse cowgirl being careful not to let his cock slip out of my pussy.
When I eventually left an hour later, as I was about to enter my apartment block, I heard Bull calling after me. I endured ten minutes of submitting to his frantic grinding, and oral onslaught, before he commanded, “Time to turn boy, I want to pound your pussy.” Lifting off me, Bull sat back allowing me to turn over. Minutes later, Bull growled as he unburdened his frustrated sap into my backside. Bull felt, that he and his wife were like two ships passing in the night. When we returned to my bedroom later, although the sex was far less hectic, Bull maintained his dominance. Like his wife, Bull also got to enjoy his own hobby.
I caught Grant smiling and staring at my semi hard cock. Grant said, “Your girl is going to enjoy that cock.” The girls left, Grant and I walked back to his bar so he could get his keys to head home. Grant caught me looking at his cock. He said, “Oh, look who discovered they like a hard cock in his hole”. This pushed Grant over the edge and he began to concentrate only on laying waste to my hole and pounding my ass. Grant told me to open and take care of his cock. I shook Grants hand and said my goodbyes and left for sleep and an interesting flight back to the west coast.
Kyle had a long foreskin overhand that extended way beyond his dick-head and which looked like a rumpled fleshy tube. After my body mist, his knob entered my mouth and Kyle began skull-fucking me. Robbie had a huge bed in his room and Kyle slept on a foldout couch, in the lounge. In what sounded more like a command than a request, he looked at Kyle and said, “I am going to borrow Fulton for a while.” When we finally got out of bed Kyle had departed and left a note to say, that Reg had arrived back late the previous evening and that he would be spending the day with Reg. Kyle moved out of Robbie’s unit early the following week.