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.

hot commentary always welcome :)

A month had gone by and i awoke my cock was
huge and pulsating, then and their i realized i would skip school and pay bob a surprise visit.(for those of u whom havent read my other 2 stories bob is my neighbor around 40 or 45 ish).I took a extra long shower so that mom and dad would leave first.Mom yelled up at me Get to school asap we have to leave now i yelled back and said OK almost done.
I heard the front door shut and knew that was my key to jump out and get ready.The thought of me and bob doing something gave me a perpetual hard on.I got out of the shower put my cloths on and ran to the door.Their to my surprise was bob , i looked at him and said what are u doing here?Bob said i saw that u diddnt leave for school and came over to see what was wrong.I knew the reall reason he came over is by chance to get a good fucking out of me.i told bob i was just about to come over to see how u was doing myself.He said are u comming over? i said yea lets go so i followed him into the house.bob opened u the door and i went inside and he closed the door.

Bob said so how many cocks have u sucked this month, surprised i said none.Bob then backs me up agains the wall and starts breathing heavily.
Bob said come on i know how u like to suck cock, bob had me back agains the wall and started to hip thrust me gently.I looked at bob and said u want to feed my face some cock dont u.Bob said i missed your pussymouth so much, bob immediatly put a hand down his pants and started fondling his meat.Still breathing heavily ,Bob looked at me and said u want to make love to my cock dont u.I said um yea and went over to pop a video in bob said no we dont have time for that now and promptly told me to go lay on his bed. I went in and layed on bobs bed and bob came to the door of his room and said take all your cloths off.This was new to me every other time before i had most of my cloths on.At this point i was too horny to care so i took my cloths off and my dick was hard and sticking straight in the air.bob still at the door pumping his meat as he watched me.bob took his pants off and as he was stroking his meat said so u like being a pussy do u? Tell me what u want me to do to your pussy.I thought for a moment and i diddnt really know what to say, but i said i want u to put your cock in my little girl pussy.Fuck my pussy i said fuck it hard and deep make me feel like
a real pussy.instantly i shot a load all over my stomach. i looked over and saw bob shake a lil bit.bob looked at me and said its time to fuck your little girl pussy hard.I kept saying Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy , untill bob told me to lay my head over the edge of the bed.I did just as he asked and bob said im really going to fuck u hard this time, i looked at bob and said
Fuck my face feed me your cock.bob then walked over to the edge of the bed and guided his cock in my mouth.As the head of his meat slid past my lips he grunted oooooh yea.Bob said your little girl pussy is so hot.

Bob began really pounding my face.after a few mins bob said Suck my cock like a pussy.at this point he was really going deep and hard and i remembered how i saw him fucking a real
pussy.he was really pounding my face, i closed my eyes and pretended i was a nice wet pussy for bob.Pound after pound i could feel his meat geting harder and harder.Bob grunted ooo Fuck yea im cumming in your pussy dont stop, make your pussy suck my cock dont stop.Bobs balls were pounding on my forhead.bob kept pumping me till i had swallowed every last squirt, bob said Keep fucking me!.

i could feel his cock grow limp in my mouth.bob said keep sucking we arent over yet.as bob continued to keep thrusting me i could fell him starting to get hard again.O fucking suck me bob said
make love to my cock.I love your pussy bob said pussyfuck me , oooo yea pussyfuck me.I really started sucking like crazy,I reached up with both of my hands an made bob ram me as fast and deep as he could go. Plowing my face,bob looks down and says ooo fuck ,I love watching my cock go in and out of your pussy.Bob then says oo shit fucking suck here it comes fucking suck.i could feel his meat once again pulsate in my mouth just a lil squrit this time.bob took his cock out and said damn i love your pussy its the best ive ever had.Bob starts to lick my mouth breathing heavily.bob jumped on the bed and said u need to come over way more often so we made a deal to see each other
as often as we could.I looked at bob and said i love your cock its perfect i love when u fuck me like a pussy. Bob looks at me and says easy dont get me excited again 2 is enuf for one day . I smiled
and went to school late. 

The end of the day came fast my dick had eventually calmed down but was back up in anticipation of Nicks arrival. I waited anxiuosly for what seemed like ages when his sexy frame finally appeared into my door way. As usual he pulled up his chair and sat with his book opened at my desk. I watched him for a little bit he seemed troubled and thinking deeply about something. I asked him " Is there something wrong? You know me well enough to know you can tell me anything I wont be mad at you." he looked up at me for a minute, paused, and then said softly " Mr. Hoffman i just wanted to tell you that im grateful for all the help you have been giving me with my math. I know im not the smartest but i really appreciate it" I simled at him and he blushed shyly and said " oh is that it? You looked so troubled i assumed it was something more serious than thanks. Im happy to help you the success f my students is ver important to me." He looked down his brown hair covering his eyes. He mumbled "thats not all i wanted to say" silence remained between us until nick finally took a deep breath and looked up. " Have you ever..., Mr. Hoffman.... I... I...I like you." I smiled sensing what he was getting at. I knew then that i had him right where i wanted him but i had to hear him say it, i needed too. My dick was throbbing now i could feel the precum leaking from the tip and i was seconds away from jumping his bones. I smiled at him slyly and said " well i like you too Nick your a very good student" he inturrupted quickly and looking even more intensely into my eyes he said " No... i mean..." a moment of silence passed again when nick got up out of his chair and walked around the desk. I turned my chair around to face him when he leaned forward and kissed me on my lips. He stepped back blushing slightly and in my head i was screaming "yes! yes! victory" I stood up immediately and grasped the young boy i kissed him deeply sliding my tongue in his mouth. I thoguht my dick was going to explode i was so horny. I slid my hand under his shirt and pinched his nipple. He moaned into mouth and that got me hotter. Without skipping a beat or leaving his lucious lips i un did his jeans and grasped his cock stroking it slowly. He moaned more strongly and finally pulled his lips away from mine groaning loudly " oh Mr.Hoffman" I stroked his cock more feverishly now i wanted to give him pleasure. I wanted to see his thick cum gushing out of his dick and him moaning in my ear. With his shoulders slumped he leaned into me as i slipped my tongue in his ear sending shivers down his spine. He groaned again pulling me closer to him untill finally he yelled out. I felt his dick twitch and for the first time noticed how thick and long it was. he was cut to what seemed like perfection with a thick patch of wiry pubic hair. His bulbous head was red and swolen and begged to be sucked. After i squeezed the last bit of the cum in his still hard cock i told him i needed release. He went to grab my cock but i stopped him "i want to do something different" i told him to bend over my desk.  I undid my pants and began to stroke my aching cock looking at his sexy smooth ass poked up in the air. I got onto my knees and leaned in kissing his ball sack. I heard a sigh escape is lips and i traced his balls with my tongue slowly licking my way up to his puckered ass hole. I began to flick my tongue over his hole and he let out a wimper as he slowly brought his hand around to stroke his own cock. That turned me on immensley i moved my head back and asked " have you ever been with another man before" he immediately answered back " No, your the first" I smiled broadly i loved breaking in new twinks. I went back to attacking his asshole with my tongue slowly fucking him with it. I slid it in and out as he began to arch his back giving me better leverage. I slid a finger in and he began to moan more loudly. His ass was so tight, i only managed to get my finger in to the knuckle. With his face platered to my desk he begged for me to move slowly. I slipped my finger out of his ass and opened up a desk drawer where i knew i had soem baby oil. I covered my finger in it and started to rub it on the outside of his hole slowly sliding my finger in and out of his ass. He began stroking his cock faster pushing back on my finger while he groaned and moaned for more. I then slipped two fingers inside of him, then three. I now knew he was ready for my cock. It was a good size about 8 and a half inches. I covered my dick in the baby oil slowly masterbating myself slowly looking down on his cute plump ass. I couldnt wait to be inside him. I had been plotting and fantasizing about this moment for a while now. Just the thought ofbeing inside him made me cum instantly while masterbating. I placed my dick head on the outside of his hole and pushed inside until the head popped in.  He grunted as i saw him wince slightly from the pain. I leaned over to him and whispered in his ear " i know it hurts but deal with it for a lil longer and i promise you'll ahve more pleasure than you have ever experienced in your life" he nodded slowly as i slipped more of my cock into him. I noticed he stopped rubbing his dick so i reached around  grasping his penis and strocked it slowly as I shoved my entire cock inside him in one thrust. I gritted my teeth as the pleasure over whelem me. I held back the will to cum and bit my bottom lip as i pulled out no removing my head and slammed back into him again. I felt his body shiver beneath me and i could feel the blood rushing to his dick. I began thrusting slowly in and out of his tight ass i was moaning like crazy as i fucked his tight ass which was bent over my wooden desk. I continued to stroke his dick  which was twitching in my hand, i wanted him to cum and soon i knew he was ready. I speed up plowing his ass he begans to groan and fuck back. I push his lower back making him arch his ass more . I gripped his hips and started drilling him. I was so close to cumming my head was spinning. He took over the strokign of his cock and soon pleasure errupted through my body. I shallow fucked him untill his ass completelly milked my cock while he was errupting all over my desk with an orgasm of his own. I fell over his body catching my breath, soon my limp penis slipped from his ass and i kissed his ear and neck. I sighed and said " Ive been wanting to do that since you first walked into my class." Nick stood up pulling up his jeans which were at his ancles and looked at me blushing. He leaned over and kissed me again this time less shyly. He wrote down his number on a slip of paper and placed it gently in my hand " thanks alot Mr. Hoffman, you were right that was the most pleasure I have ever had in my life. We should definitely do this again." He walked out of the class and i sat back down in my desk chair chuckling a said to myself aloud " One down and plenty of new conquests to go." I put my feet up on my desk and revelled in my glory.

The guys just froze. Nobody said a word. Then Jim yelled "Me first!". He came over and gave me a big hug and trying to kiss me on the mouth. I pushed him away and everyone started laughing. The party had grown as it was dark now. All the guys were hitting on me, trying to feel me up alittle. It was weird at first but the more I drank the more I enjoyed it. Then Matt pulled me close to him face to face. His body was hard and strong as I weakened against him. His hand quickly found my ass and began to squeeze. I just allowed him. Then he started to push me towards his bedroom.  He was kissing my neck and both hands were under my skirt by the time we entered his room. I could hear the music from the party fade into the back ground as I tried to focus on Matt. He was just a blur. I was so drunk at this piont I could not see straight. But that didn't stop me from knowing that my best friend was going to fuck my ass. Matt was on top of me between my legs  dry humping me. We were kissing eachother wildly. Then he yanked of my little panties and threw them in to the corner. Her placed my legs over his shoulders and began to take his cock out. My legs began to shake, I was so scared. All the girls I've talked to said that the first time hurt like hell. Matt spit on his cock then placed it against my virgen hole. Then he just jammed it in. I let out a scream. It hurt good. "put it all in Matt" I heard myself beg. He pulled back then filled me up with his big cock. Thank God I was so drunk. Cause Matt just pounded my ass. And I just loved it. I wanted him to slow down so I could enjoy the feeling of his cock but it was over. He was shooting his cum deep into me. It felt hot and wet and I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me. Then he quickly jumped off of me and left the room. There I was freshly fuck. Cum oozing out of my ass and strangely wanting more. As I got up to find my panties I straighten myself out. I picked up my panties from the corner. As I tried to turn around when someone grabbed me from behind. I could not see who it was because it was dark and my vision was still blurred. He was strong. I did not even try to fight him. He took me back to the bed and bent me over it. His cock slipped in easy do to being smaller than Matt's .And all of Matt lube. I looked back to try to see who was fucking me. All I saw was how hot my ass looked as I was being fucked. I looked sexy as hell. He must of thought so too. Cause he was now unloading his nuts in me. I loved the feeling of being squirted in. He pulled out and gone before I could turn around. Now as I wiped his cum from running down my legs. I was dissapointed. 2 guys 2 minutes. Then I looked up. Jim was standing there with his huge close to my face. And a evil grin on hie face. "Watch and learn" I heard Monica say. I had that monster cock in my mouth before he knew what was going on. It tastes great. And the feeling of his soft skin tight around his hard shaft was great. I worked about 6" of Jim's cock with my mouth. Then yanked me away "next time I'll cum in your mouth. Right now I want that ass.". I felt sick as I was laying back on the bed. Jim's cock looked way too big and mean. Like it was going to hurt this time. No matter how drunk I was. Then he ripped through me. I screamed out of pain this time. It hurt like hell. He just held there. Making sure I felt every inch. Then to my suprise he started fucking me very gentle. Almost caringly. The tears were rolling down my cheeks as his huge manhood stretched me out. It felt like I was going to shit myself. He began to make love to me. Not just pound me like the other two. His hips began to grind side to side. He was kissing me softly on my mouth and neck. Telling me how much he love my asshole. How good I felt. This did not stop it from hurting but it sure turned me on. I began to suck on his neck and grind my hips up to meet his downward thrust. Making him go even deeper into me.  To my suprise I loved that big bone buried inside of me. I was enjoying the pain now. Even wanting it. I just lost control. The thought of this huge cock going in and out of me was too much. "Don't move Jim". Jim held still as I rode in and down his hot meat. It slipped in an out with some ease. I was cumming. My cock was not even fully hard and I was cumming my jockstrap. Jim must of felt this and took over. He pinned me down for his final assualt. Man. he puonded me deep. Causing me to scream in pain from is cock. And pleasure from causing me to cum even more. Then he unloaded in me. It felt like he was peeing in me. Then he pulled out. Squeezing his cock he brought it up to my mouth. Once it was in my mouth he let go. Sending his final loads into my mouth. As I swollowed it all I was turned on by how big his cock was and that I was able to take it all.  We cleaned up and went back to the party, minus my panties.

Everyone high fived Jim. Cause they knew that he broke me in good. Then they all just pasted me around. Like Monica said I'll have alot of cock in me. I sure did.

I began to walk down the street, a favourite pass time of mine, looking in all the erotic shops. My sexy walk and tight clothes attracted a lot of attention! I arrived in a porn shop i liked, planning to browse then move on to a cruising spot i knew. But i was to get cock sooner than I thought.

I walked up an aisle, the bright lights not hiding my prescence, and began to look at many gay videos involving oral sex. Out of the corner of my eye i spotted a group of men in their 30's all looking in my direction and making no moves to be descrete about their glances. One came up to me and surprised me by immediatley stroking my ass. 
"Mmmm, do you suck cock boy?" the man asked. He was tall, dark and handsome, wearing an old suit and old aftershave and a smell of sweat which i found very sexy!
"Yes i do!" i replied. 
"Want to have fun with me and my friends?"
I looked over at the group. they were undressing me with their eyes, all five of them. The 6th man was still groping my ass through the tight material. 

I agreed of course and followed them to the back of the shop. I assumed we were going to the back door then out to the street, but we walked into a toilet area i didnt know existed before. The last man through the door locked it behind him, and i found myself standing in the middle of them in a wide room with urinals along the walls. 

"this isnt the ideal place I had in mind..." I began to say.
"This is perfect for a slut-boy like you" one of them spat! 
The force of the words hit me, and i began to feel a little scared, but turned on at the same time. 
"You siad you like to suck cock?!?" the tall man reminded me.
"yes!" I realised i actually wanted to feel a nice throbbing cock in my mouth now, and hoped i could last thorugh 6 of them!

The tall man stepped towards me and said: "On your knees then.." and i obeyed. He pulled out his thick 8 inch cock, already wet with precum, and i began to lick the head. The taste was amazing! It made me feel all tingly and made my small cock harder than ever before. After about 2 minutes of this, after which i had managed to get 3/4 of his member in my mouth, the man put his hands on the back of my head and pushed down. 

Deep throating hadnt come naturally to me, but that day I learnt how to do it the hard way! And i really enjoyed it. One by one the men stepped up and took turns in my mouth. Most were around 6 or 7 inches, the biggest being a whopping 9 inces and very thick, which i managed to get down my throat with a lot of effort and huge force from the mans hands on the back of my head. 

This was heaven and i knew it would be a long time before they came, but i was going to enjoy it. 
Then another man asked the group if he should remove my shorts and they all agreed. With me kneeling on the floor getting face fucked, this was a difficult thing to acheive! Eventually my shorts were removed and left tattered on the floor. They all cheered when they saw I had no underwear.

“Lets fuck this slut!” one of them yelled. I couldnt complain as i had a cock in my mouth, and they all assumed i had taken it up the ass before. As they tried to move me into a good fucking position, the cock briefly came out of my mouth. I used this opportunity to tell the tall man that I had not been fucked before.He laughed and told the rest of them. They seemed to get very exited and even more eager to fuck me. 
“Don't worry, you'll enjoy it! We sure will!” Said one of them. The man with the 9 inch cock proceeded to fuck my face again. I got put into position on all fours and my tattered shorts and t-shirt were used by the men as mats to step on when fucking me, or if they were kneeling to use my mouth and didnt want their clothes to get dirty from the toilet floor. 

The tall man placed himslef behind me and began to stroke his cock around my hole, lubricating it with his pre-cum. As his precum wasnt enough to fully lubricate my virgin asshole, he spat for good measure then began to push against my hole with such force. It didnt take long for the head of his penis to penetrate me, and I felt a searing pain mixed with great pleasure. I was finally being fucked, and was probably going to be fucked by 5 more men. 

I couldnt fully concentrate on the technique of sucking the big cocks in my mouth, so the men just took it in turns to ram it down my throat. The man fucking me began to pick up pace. His balls started slapping hard against my ass as he drove his cock deep in me. 
“AAAH Oh my god! Im cumming!” he screamed as he buried his cock deep in me and emtied his load. I could feel my self filling up as hot jet after jet of cum got pumped into me.!

“Oooh that was great! Who wants his ass next?!” He asked the group. One of the guys waiting by the side for a chance to use one of my holes stepped forward and placed his 7 inch cock at my hole. Despite the hard fucking before it was still very tight and hurt only a little as he pushed it in, but the pleasure was enormous. The tall man who had just fucked me stepped towards my face and stuffed his still erect cock in my mouth, to suck and lick all the cum off it that hadnt been left in my ass. 

The man fucking me let out a cry.
“AAAAAAAAH! HERE IT COMES YOU SLUT!” as he pumped his hot sperm in me. I was soo full of cum and only from two of the guys fucking me! Some began to leak out and dribble down my thighs, but i must have had a bucket load in me at that point still! The man picked up my t-shirt, which up to that point had been only a little grubby, and wiped his cock on it, leaving it sticky with cum. The t-shirt was them placed under my legs to catch the cum that dribbled out of my ass. 

The fucking continued for another hour! Each man had pumped massive loads of cum into me and i could not hold it all in there. It was all down my thighs and on the floor. My face was sticky and glistening from the cocks, as many of the men had used my mouth and face to clean their cocks or simply slapped their pre-cum covered cocks over it many times.

My ass felt raw and very wet. In my crack all the cum had stayed as it seeped out of my hole and caused it to be very sticky. I must have looked such a sight. I feared i would be arrested if i walked out, but i had no choice. The door to the toilet was open and i walked out into the area behind the counter of the porn shop. The owner looked at me and laughed. 
“You look dreadful boy! You need clothes?”
“Yes sir!” i said.
“Then suck this”. He took out his modest 6 inch penis and i dropped to my knees to service him. I had no choice really, and plus it was clear i would be easy as i was covered in cum. After a few minutes of fucking my face he came, spraying it all over my face, hair and chest. 
“Do you have any tissues or a towel to clean myself up please?” i asked
“here,” he said, chucking me a hand towel “now fuck off”
“but what about my clothes?! You promised me clothes?!” i pleaded. 
“Thats all youre gonna get.”. 

I used the towel to wipe the cum from my face and chest, as this was most visible, but when i got to cleaning my ass it was almost impossible because the small towel had gotten soaked. With the towel wrapped around my waist i left through the back entrance. Even though i was cold and covered in cum with no clothes and transport home, i was quite pleased with losing my virginity like that. All i needed now was a ride home. 

“You, boy!” called a man from the other side of the road. “come here, i may have a job for a slut like you” He was dressed in leathers and looked like a Dom type of character. 
It appeared the men had told the gay sauna across the street. It wasnt so much as a sauna but a place where men went and paid for blowjobs. It would seem i had to earn my money to escape this place! 

“But first,” the man said, removing my towel and looking at the sticky mess around my ass, “there are some rich men i want you to meet”....

To be Continued...