Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2008 09:37:07 EST From: INSILVA92@aol.com Subject: The Council Flat. Part two. THE COUNCIL FLAT. Part Two. The following is a homosexual fantasy; if you are not allowed to read this sort of material, for any reason, please leave now. Because it is a fantasy all the sex depicted will be unprotected. In real life please practice safe-sex. Tez left me at the bottom of my road after suggesting that I wanked off as little as possible before I got to Dave's flat on Sunday. Tez smiled and squeezed my shoulder as he left. His touch made my cock, which had been half hard all the way home, spring to attention. I was in good time to cook dinner for Dad and myself, but before I started I had to do something about my hard-on, it just wouldn't go away. My mind was in confusion about what had happened in the flat, and I kept thinking about how good the skinheads' spunk had tasted. I was also wondering about what would happen on Sunday; I was still a bit frightened, but also very excited. In my bedroom I stripped off, my cock was very stiff and leaking precum. When I peeled my foreskin back more precum oozed from my cock slit. I collected it with my thumb and forefinger then sucked it off; I'd rather have had some of Kev's or Tez's spunk to eat! I sorted an old pair of swimming trunks out, they were far too small for me, but I hadn't got around to throwing them out yet. I struggled into them and arranged my hard-on. Then I put on a pair of baggy shorts and a baggy T shirt, clothes that I normally wore around the house in the summer, thankfully they did a good job of hiding my hard-on. After dinner Dad washed and dressed my elbow, it wasn't as bad as I'd thought. Then, when I'd done my homework, I joined him on the settee and we watched TV. My cock would get hard then soften a bit then get hard again all night long. I couldn't concentrate on the TV; I kept imaging scenes from the flat. Thankfully it was eventually my bedtime; I kissed Dad goodnight and went upstairs. I used the bathroom, then, finally, I was alone in my bedroom. I stripped quickly and stood in front of my full length wardrobe mirror admiring my stiff, precum dripping cock. I remembered what Tez had said about wanking off but I knew that although I'd cum 4 times at the flat I'd have to have a wank or I'd never sleep. But I made a resolution that I wouldn't wank off again after tonight; I wanted to save my spunk for someone to suck out of my cock at the flat. I got into bed after retrieving the old tea-towel I used for wanking off into from my bedside cabinet. It was stiff from 3 days dried cum and needed washing. I'd have to do it sometime tomorrow, probably when Dad fetched the papers. Lying back on top of my duvet I put my cum-cloth over my mouth and nose; I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. Instantly I was back in the flat. I imagined sucking Tez's big cock while Kev was fucking him. Once again I was fascinated by the sight of Kev's thick, juicy cock pistoning in and out of Tez's bumhole. I grabbed my cock with one hand and started wanking; with my other hand I fondled my man sized balls. Then I had an idea, letting go of my balls I pushed my middle finger under the cum-cloth into my mouth and generously coated it with saliva; then I pushed it straight up my bum. It went in fairly easily and I began to finger fuck my bumhole. I came in minutes, my fifth cum of the day, but I still produced a big load. My thin young spunk landed all over my body, then ran down my hand. I pulled the finger out of my bumhole and removed the cum-cloth from my face. I didn't use it to clean myself until I'd scooped up as much as I could with my hands and fingers and fed it to myself. I stretched and yawned then I got under the covers. I think I was asleep the minute my head touched my pillow. I awoke to the sound of Dad calling me. He shouted up the stairs that my breakfast was ready and informed me that he was going for the papers. I heard him leave, but I didn't hear his car start which meant he was walking; that gave me a good 40 minutes to myself. I threw the covers off and glanced at the clock, it was half past eight. I had another hard-on which I tried to ignore. Grabbing my cum-cloth I padded into the bathroom and ran a basin of hot water to soak it in. I was desperate to piss, but my hard-on would make it impossible to do it in the pan. So I did what I was made to do at Dave's flat; I got into the bath (our shower was over the bath) and my strong jet of piss was soon splashing off the back wall tiles. When I'd finished I rinsed my cum-cloth out and wrung it out as dry as I could; then I swilled my face. I carried my cum-cloth back into my bedroom which overlooks the local park. I opened a window and, thankful that it was going to be another fine summer's day, I hung it out to dry; Dad wouldn't see it there. Pulling on my old trunks I adjusted my hard-on as best I could, grabbed my dressing gown and went down for breakfast. I'd just about finished when Dad walked in with the papers which he read while I washed up and made him a coffee. Then I went back upstairs to shower and get dressed. I put the trunks on and sorted out my baggy shorts and another baggy T- shirt and went back downstairs. As I descended the stairs I heard Dad talking on the phone which was in the lounge. He called me in, and, masking the speaker he told me that he'd been offered another well paying foreigner tomorrow. It meant that he wouldn't be home until seven-thirty at the earliest; did I mind? I told him it was OK by me, I'd be playing football with my mates in the afternoon and then I'd go home with Stuart, my best friend, to play games until 7pm. Dad knew we did that often, I knew he wouldn't phone Stuart's parents to check. I just thought I'd have extra time at Dave's flat. We were visiting my Gran in the morning, then, after lunch, Dad was taking me to the pictures to see Oliver. Then we'd go home, do the housework, and Dad would go and fetch a Chinese for our supper. The day went well, the only problem was my almost continual hard-on which made me wriggle and squirm so much in the cinema that Dad finally asked me what the matter was. I blushed, then lied that I thought I'd got piles; he told me where to find the ointment in the bathroom cabinet. I fell in love with Jack Wild as the Artful Dodger. When we'd finished the Chinese Dad had another look at my elbow and told me to leave the bandage off, it would heal quicker. When it was time for bed I went up to my bedroom and stripped off. How I stopped myself wanking my rock hard cock, which was aching to cum I don't know, but I did. I went into the bathroom, climbed into the bath and pissed up the wall as quietly as I could. Back in my bedroom I retrieved my cum-cloth and put it into my wardrobe so I'd have to get out of bed to get it, which would make me think twice about wanking I hoped. I got into bed and lay there unable to sleep. My mind was on my cock, I wanted to cum so much. I heard Dad come up to bed about an hour later, I still couldn't sleep, but I'd still managed not to touch my aching cock. I guess I dropped off an hour or so after that, still without wanking off. Sunday morning I didn't awaken again until Dad called me telling me my breakfast was ready. Looking at my clock I couldn't believe my eyes, it was nine-thirty! I heard Dad leave the house and then I heard the car start up; I hadn' t got much time. It was already warm and it must have been a warm night because I'd thrown my covers off. I stared at my rampant cock, my foreskin was peeled back and my precum coated bulbous knob was bright red, it ached, as did my big balls. When I got out of bed I noticed a large precum stain on my sheet. I went into the bathroom and as I pissed up the wall I started the shower, cold water only. When I'd finished pissing I finished showering; the cold water had made my cock a little softer. I put on my trunks, grabbed my dressing gown and headed downstairs. Just as I reached the hall Dad walked in, he ruffled my hair calling me "sleepy head". By the time I'd finished my breakfast Dad was upstairs showering. I washed up and made him sandwiches and a flask of coffee for work, the usual Sunday routine. By now it was quarter to eleven. Dad came downstairs, asked me if I was sure I'd be OK; I told him yes. He kissed my cheek, gave me a couple of quid and left. I was just about to go back upstairs when the phone rang. It was Kev; on hearing his gruff voice my cock went rock hard again. He told me to wear the same clothes as Friday, but no y-fronts, when I began to protest his voice went hard, so I dropped it. I guessed I'd have to find some other way to hide my bulge. I told him about Dad working later which meant that I didn't have to be home until 7p.m. He said that's good, and told me to tell Mr. Jones. He told me that when I was dressed I was to go to the park entrance where Dave would be waiting for me in his maroon Mercedes. I was to call him Mr. Jones; he wanted to meet me and then he was going to drop me at the flat. Kev' s last words before he put the phone down on me were: "Be there at eleven sharp, don't be late, or else." I was getting scared again. I flew upstairs and got dressed, I put my watch on; it had been in my blazer pocket on Friday. Although my cock was only 4 ½ inches long it bulged out of my short nylon shorts obscenely as did my man sized balls; and there was already a growing precum stain. I ran downstairs and picked up an old newspaper out of the lounge to hold in front of my bulge. I left the house and locked the door; dropping my keys into my back pocket which I zipped up. Feeling foolish with the paper held in front of my tented shorts I headed for the park; thankfully there were only a couple of adults about and they didn't seem to notice my aroused state. As I turned the corner to get to the park entrance, about a minute away, I glanced at my watch. Two minutes to eleven, I breathed a sigh of relief. I could see the Mercedes parked between me and the park entrance. It was very posh and had blacked out windows; a tall man was stood leaning against it. As I neared him I got time to look him up and down. The first thing that struck me was that he was half-caste; he was probably in his early thirties. He was 6 ft 2 in tall with what looked like a hard muscular body. His head was shaved and he had pirates earrings like Kev's, but much thicker. He was handsome in rough way, more the villain than the hero. He was wearing a short denim jacket over a tight white T- shirt and tight denim jeans with shiny black cowboy boots. He had an impressive bulge in his tight jeans. I stopped in front of him. I began to tremble a bit, and my voice wobbled all over the place when I coughed then spoke. "Er, Mr Jones?" "Yeah, and you must be Paul; nice to see that you're punctual. And in future I want you to call me Sir" "Er, yes Sir." I was getting more scared. His voice was deep with a London accent. He looked me up and down; then he reached out and snatched the paper from my hand, dropping it into a nearby waste bin and eyed my blatant erection. I went scarlet. "Mmm, nice, just like Kev and Tez said." He opened the front passenger door. "Hop in boy and I'll drop you at the flat." As I climbed into the car he fondled my buttocks with a large meaty hand. Pushing me inside I heard him murmur to himself. "Mmm, like they said, nice, very, very nice." He closed my door and went and got in the driver's seat. The upholstery was black leather; I guessed it was a very expensive car. As he drove he told me that an old friend of his Dad's would be in the flat when I got there. He'd want to take some photos of me in my clothes and then nude. "Do you have a problem with that boy?" I was at a loss; an old friend of Mr. Jones's father's, how old was he then? But, on the other hand what were a few photos? I think my straining cock was taking over my mind. "Er, no, well I don't think so. But I wouldn't want my face showing." "Haven't you forgotten something boy?" "Oh, yes Sir, sorry Sir. Will Kev and Tez be there while the man's photographing me, Sir?" He chuckled to himself, and I was getting more frightened. Another man; an old man at that; and nude photos! Whatever next I thought? I soon found out. "Yes they'll be there; and no, your face won't be in the photos. (Like hell it wouldn't I later found out.) Would there be a problem if my Dad's friend, he's called Dutch, wanted to suck you off after photographing you?" I didn't know what to think, my cock and balls were aching to cum, and I wanted sex with Kev and Tez, but I didn't fancy doing stuff with an old man around. Mr. Jones seemed to read my mind. "Don't worry; he'll be leaving right after so you'll have Kev and Tez all to yourself. So, will you let him suck you off boy?" In for a penny, in for a pound I thought. "Er um, I suppose it's all right Sir." "Good boy, when you get to the flat just tell Kev that I said all systems go, everything's cool. Oh, don't forget to call Dutch Sir too; that's unless he tells you different." "Yes Sir; oh Kev said I should let you know that my Dad will be working even later, so I don't have to be home until seven at the latest, Sir." Mr Jones grinned down at me. "That's good news boy, more play time for you and the lads. Oh you'd better tell Kev that I'll probably be at home tonight." By now we were pulling into the car park of the block of flats. Mr. Jones parked and turned towards me. "OK boy, now pull your shorts down and show me your cock before you go up to the flat. Nobody can see in through these windows." He was so matter of fact about it that I was easing my shorts out and down over my hard cock before I realised what I was doing. Mr. Jones leered. "Mmm, very nice, very tasty." He reached across with one hand to fondle and squeeze my balls; with the other hand he pulled my foreskin back producing a gush of my precum. I groaned as he collected my precum off my exposed knob between his thumb and finger and licked it off. "What a lovely stiff little cock you've got boy; and any man would be proud of your big balls. No wonder you came as much as the lads told me! Now pull your shorts back up and I'll walk you to the lifts; it's a bit rough around here." I pulled my shorts back up and got out of the car; Mr. Jones admiring my balls had made me feel proud somehow. As I straightened you could almost see my hard cock through my precum soaked nylon shorts. In fact my exposed knob clearly showed through the wet material. "Go on ahead boy, I'll just lock up." As I turned into the entrance to the flats two rough looking blokes in their twenties came out of the doors. They saw me and their mouths dropped open, then they looked at me evilly. One of them pointed to my rampant cock and was just about to say something when Mr. Jones turned the corner. Their manner changed immediately they saw him; if they'd have had caps I'm sure that they'd have doffed them. They spoke in unison. "Good morning Mr. Jones." Mr. Jones walked up behind me and put his hand on my shoulders. "This is my young friend Paul; you may be seeing a lot of him around here soon. I hope that you'll see to it that nothing bad happens to him? And be sure to let your mates know too." "You can rely on us Mr. Jones." And they were gone. To hide my anxiety while we waited for the lift I asked him who else lived on his floor. He explained that next door was an old lady who was deaf as a post, and that the other two flats on his side of the block were occupied by business acquaintances of his. He added that he had a lot of influential friends on the Council especially the Housing Department. Then I asked how long Mr Jones had lived in the flat. He laughed heartily and explained that he didn't live here; he just used the flat when he was in the Midlands on business. He told me his house was in Brighton and added that he had an apartment in Amsterdam too. At that the lift arrived; Mr Jones fondled my bum as he pushed me inside. "Off you go; be a good boy and do as you're told; you'll find it rewarding." The lift doors shut and I was off to the top floor. Kev answered my knock, opening the door wide. He was naked save for a thick, black leather dog collar covered in studs, wristbands the same, and a pair of tight black leather shorts. My jaw dropped and my eyes shot open; I started to get scared again. "Right on time kid, go on into the living room while I get out of these." He saw the look on my face. "Don't worry about the leather gear kid; Tez and me have been doing some S&M photos for Dutch. You won't be getting involved in that sorta stuff. We'll all join you in a couple of minutes. There's a beer in the fridge if you want it." I remembered what Mr. Jones had said. "Er, Kev, Mr. Jones said that I was to tell you all systems go, everything' s cool, and that he'd probably be at home tonight. That's in Brighton isn't it?" Kev looked at me funnily, almost a leer, and nodded, then he turned and went down the corridor. I went through the living room into the kitchen and got myself a beer; I thought I was going to need it. I'd heard of S&M at school, but didn't really know what it was about and I was glad that I wouldn't be doing any of that. I stood looking out of the window drinking my beer; the window overlooked a derelict factory and a car-park. There was a cough and I turned; Kev and Tez had entered carrying a load of photographic equipment; they were naked with half hard cocks. They were followed by a man in his 70s I guessed. He was short and thin with a pot-belly; he was dressed all in denim. His thick hair was pure white and pulled back into a ponytail. His light blue eyes were clear and sharp, and they glittered as he looked me up and down. He licked his lips. "Mmm, beautiful, beautiful; let's start shooting straight away. Finish your drink Paul, then I want you to stand on that table over there and I'll begin. " "Y y yes Sir" I stuttered, my voice rising and falling. I gulped my beer down, then self consciously walked over to where he pointed and climbed onto the table. I was trembling slightly, but my cock was still rock hard. Dutch took a camera from Tez and approached me. "Now Paul try to relax; stand with your legs slightly apart and let your arms hang loose by your sides." He started to take photos of me talking soothingly all the time and I began to relax, it wasn't so bad. He walked around me then concentrated on photographing my precum stained crotch. The skinheads put the equipment onto the bench by the table and then Tez went into the kitchen and came out with beers for him and Kev. They put their arms around each others shoulders and watched as Dutch continued to photograph me. Dutch had me pose with my hands on my hips, and then with my arms in the air, finally he had me bend over and grab my ankles and took photos of my bum. That made me blush; but my cock was still rigid. He ran out of film and told me to stand up and rest while he changed the film. When Dutch was ready he told me to slowly strip off my T-shirt then my pre-cum soaked shorts. Finally I stood naked before him, my rigid cock quivered in the air. His eyes widened as he looked at my big balls. He put out a hand and squeezed them gently, rolling them in his hand. "Mmm, big beautiful balls boy, beautiful, I bet you make a load of young boys ' spunk with them!" Dutch let go and told me to pull my foreskin back; I did and he sighed with pleasure when a string of precum started to descend from my cock-slit towards the floor. Dutch made sure he got lots of photos of that! He had to change films again and when he'd reloaded he made me pose like before. As I bent over and grabbed my ankles he took several photos then got Kev and Tez to pull my arse cheeks as far apart as they'd go. I blushed furiously again, but I'd stopped feeling frightened. For the last half dozen shots Dutch got me to slowly work my foreskin back and forth. I was that horny I almost shot my load, and I produced lots of precum which really pleased him. At last he'd finished. "Good boy Paul, I'll send you a copy of the photo set via Mr. Jones when I' ve developed them. Now thrust your hips forwards, I want to taste your sweet boycum." I could still feel my cheeks burning as I put my hands on my hips and thrust my crotch towards him. He ducked his head and I felt my cock being engulfed by his warm mouth. He grabbed my buttocks and kneaded them as he started to suck. I don't think I lasted more than 10 seconds before I grabbed hold of his head, threw my head back and started to moan. My whole body shuddered as my boycum blasted from my cock and Dutch swallowed it all making slurping noises. When I finished cumming he pushed my foreskin back and ran his hand firmly up and down my cock shaft, milking every last drop of boycum from my cock. I dropped my hands to my sides. My legs felt shaky, I'd cum that intensely. My exposed knob got sore and I had to whimper which finally made him stop. He let go of my buttocks and stood up licking his lips. My knees went weak and I started to sway, Kev spoke to Tez. "Help the kid off the table Tez before he falls over." Tez grabbed me around the waist and lifted me off the table and onto the floor. He did it easily, he was surprisingly strong. He held me against his body and I could feel his big cock throbbing away in the small of my back. Dutch spoke to me as Tez was lifting me off the table. "Very good boy, you make a lot of very tasty boycum. I wish I could stay and drain your balls dry but I have to go. Do you like being sucked off and sucking cock and eating mancum?" Still blushing I stammered out my reply. "Er ... y ... yes Sir." "Good, good. Now Kev, walk me to the door, I want to have a word." As they went towards the door Tez let go of me. "Bet you're thirsty after that; I'll get you a beer." While Tez went into the kitchen I watched Kev and Dutch at the door. I saw Dutch hand Kev some money; then they mouth kissed and Dutch left. Tez came up to me and handed me a beer, he'd got one for himself and he handed one to Kev who'd joined us. I glanced down; both of their big cocks were hard. Tez's foreskin was peeled back and they were both oozing precum. Kev held out his hand, there were two fivers in it. "Here kid, a present from Dutch; don't spend it stupidly in case your Dad wonders where it's come from." "Oh, right, I won't." I took the money from him, found my shorts and put it into my back pocket. I didn't know what to think; getting money for letting someone suck me off! "Good. I don't know about you kid, but Tez and me are starving. We're going to eat. Are you hungry too?" I suddenly realised I was hungry so I nodded. We finished our beers, I was feeling a bit light headed, and went into the kitchen. In the kitchen Kev and I sat at the table and Tez got three plates of pre-prepared ham salad from the fridge. He made some bread and butter and we all tucked in. They had another beer, but I refused and had water instead. We soon finished the salads and Tez got three bowls of sliced bananas out of the fridge and put them on the table. Kev stood up in front of me. "Tez and me are going to have ice cream with ours, but you're going to have lots of hot man cream with yours kid. We haven't cum today yet, we've saved it all for you. Now start sucking our cocks!" I surprised myself by not being grossed out at the thought of eating cum covered bananas; I just liked the taste of mancum however it was served up! They stood side by side in front of me and shoved their big hard cocks towards my mouth. As I alternately sucked on their big cocks they wanked each other's cocks at their bases. They must have been worked up; they were both oozing lots of precum, which I eagerly swallowed. They kept trying to push both cocks into my mouth at the same time but I couldn't take them. They must have been very worked up because their breathing got ragged quickly. Tez grabbed my bowl and took over wanking his own cock. Within seconds he was shooting rope after rope of mancum onto my bananas. He'd just finished when Kev grabbed the bowl from him and added another big load of mancum to Tez's. When he'd finished he put the bowl in front of me. "I want you to eat it all up kid, and then lick the bowl clean!" Luckily for me I liked bananas, and I was starting to love cum! End of part two. Any comments to _INSILVA92@aol.com_ (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com) .