Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2008 09:56:20 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Me and my bum, part one.

ME AND MY BUM, part  one.

The following is a homosexual fantasy; if, for  any reason, it is illegal for
you to read it please leave now. Because it is a  fantasy all the sex will be
unprotected, in real life please practice safe  sex.

I'd been playing with my cock since I was  8, and I was soon enjoying the
incredible sensation of dry orgasms. I shot my  first load of spunk when I was 11
years and 4 months old. I know the exact date  because it was on the fourth
of July. The feelings I got shooting my first load  of spunk were far more
intense than those I'd had when having dry orgasms. After  that mind blowing first
time I was wanking off whenever I could. I went to a  mixed school, so most
of my wanking went on when I was at home. I was a shy boy  and never got
sexually involved with any of my schoolboy mates. I was quite  popular because I had
a good sense of humour, and, because I was good  academically, I'd help other
pupils with their schoolwork. I was just above  average at sports. I enjoyed
sports very much though, and actually made the  school football teams every
year, even if I spent most of the time on the bench.  I used to get a bit
embarrassed in the changing rooms, but thankfully we had a  strict games master who
wouldn't stand for any hanky panky or bullying. I also  enjoyed swimming,
cycling and reading. I was very happy with my own company; I  read a lot and could
keep myself occupied for hours.
I had an  elder sister, but she was 16 when I was born. When she was 18 she
went on a  years sabbatical and ended up meeting a boy in Australia; she
married him and  settled down there. I don't really remember her. I lived with my
Mom in a three  bedroomed terraced house; at the bottom of the garden there was
a 20ft tall  windowless outer factory wall. There was a back alley that ran
the length of the  terrace, to the right it lead to the street the factory
entrance was in. The  whole of that street was factories. To the left it lead to
another street of  terraced houses. I had the larger back bedroom and Mom had
the front bedroom.  Because my bedroom wasn't overlooked I didn't have any
curtains; I liked natural  light. The other bedroom was used as a storeroom,
mainly for Mom's nursing  stuff. My Dad had left my Mom 2 months after I was born,
I think I was the  result of a last ditch attempt by my Mom to keep their
failing marriage  together. In the end I think I was the straw that finally broke
the camel's  back.
Mom had been a District Nurse up until I was 5, but when  I started school
she became a sales rep; by the time I was 12 she'd become  Regional Manager. I
used to have my tea at a neighbours house, then I'd do my  homework until Mom
came home from work. The new job began to involve long hours,  so, telling me
how much she trusted me she gave me my own house key. She used to  get me up
for school in the mornings before she left for work; my breakfast  would be
ready for me. She'd get home at 6pm and we'd eat, usually a take-away;  then most
weekday nights she'd go out for staff meetings about 7:30 and not get  home
until 10:00. I was usually already in bed by then.
I think  it was my Mom who started me wanking off. Having been a nurse she
was very  careful about hygiene. I think we were the first house in our street
to install  a bidet; we also had a shower above the bath. When I was 7 she'd
explained to me  about the need to keep my penis clean by pulling back my
foreskin and washing my  knob. I wasn't embarrassed by Mom talking to me about sex
and stuff, she was  very down to earth and we had a good relationship.
Mom had a  load of medical books and equipment in the spare bedroom from when
she was a  nurse, and when she was out I would often read the books. I knew
all about male  bodies and their functions inside out, but the diagrams and
stuff about women  put me off. When I came across words I didn't know I'd look
them up in her  medical dictionaries. Skinning back my foreskin to clean my
knob like Mom had  told me had led me to start tossing my little cock by the time
I was 8. I'd also  seen an older boy doing it to one of my classmates in the
school bog; they  didn't know I was in the next door cubicle. I loved the
breathtaking tingly  feelings that shot through my little body when I had my dry
orgasms.
Just after my 13th birthday I was walking home from  school to catch my bus
when I got this desperate urge to have a wank. There was  a public toilet by
the bus stop so I went in; it was smelly and quite dirty.  There were a row of
urinals and 3 cubicles at the far end. I went into the right  hand cubicle and
was shocked at all the writing on the walls. I read some of the  pieces; they
were all about sucking off cocks and fucking up the bum. I'd never  really
thought about that sort of stuff, even when reading Mom's medical books,  but
reading about it in the toilet sent a thrill through my body. I fished my  stiff
cock out of my flies and started to toss of while I continued reading.  Then I
noticed a magazine stuffed behind the pan. I took it out and flicked  through
it. It was full of photos of boys sucking men's' cocks or men fucking  boys
up the bum! Someone came in; I stuffed the mag into my school bag, flushed
the loo, and ran out of the toilet.
When I got home I ran up to  my bedroom, threw my clothes off and sat at my
desk. I opened the mag and took  hold of my stiff cock. I'd better describe
myself as I was then. I was 4ft 8  inches tall. I weighed just over 6st. I was on
the thin side, but I was quite  strong with a firm body due to all the sports
I took part in. I had longish  straight brown hair and brown eyes. My bum was
a firm, dimpled bubble-butt. When  my uncut cock was hard it was 3 ½ inches
long and a little thicker than the  average for my age. My balls were average
sized and housed in a hairless, tight  ballbag. My foreskin was loose and my
red knob was slightly flared. Within  minutes of furiously wanking while looking
at the photos in the mag I groaned  loudly and my thin boycum exploded from my
 cock. When I finished cumming I sank  back in the chair. My chest, belly and
hand were covered in my spunk. I scooped  up as much as I could and ate it. I'
d been eating my own spunk for over a year;  I loved the taste. My little
cock was still rigid so I slowly wanked while I  finished looking through the
magazine. Within 10 minutes I felt another orgasm  building and once again my
watery boycum exploded from my cock, flying  everywhere. As I sank back into my
chair I again fed myself as much of my spunk  as I could.
I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up with  a flannel. Back in my
bedroom I put on a pair of Speedos to try and hide my  still stiff cock. Then I
put a pair of baggy shorts on and a sweatshirt. I  decided to do my homework
before Mom got home. I usually did it when she went  out to her staff meetings,
but I'd thought of something else to do when she went  back out tonight. Mom
came home and we ate, then, thankfully she soon left for  her meeting.
My cock was still stiff, it hadn't gone down all  evening, so it was a relief
to go up to my room and strip off. My Speedos were  damp with precum so I
sucked at them to try and get a taste. I went into the  bathroom and had a shit
then I sat on the bidet and really cleaned my bumhole  out. I almost shot my
load when I got a couple of fingers inside my bumhole and  inadvertently tickled
my prostate. When I was as clean as I could get I picked  up a jar of
Vaseline and a large bath towel and returned to my bedroom.
I lay the magazine on my double bed alongside the bath towel;  then I got my
hairbrush from my dresser. The round plastic handle was over 4  inches long
and it was a little thicker than my stiff little cock. I lay on my  side and
smeared Vaseline along my arse-crack, poking a little bit into my  bumhole, and
then I coated the brush handle. I placed the top of the hairbrush  against my
pucker, took a deep breath, tried to relax and applied pressure. The  hairbrush
slowly but surely disappeared into my bumhole. Although I'd winced  when it
broke through my sphincter I hadn't felt any lasting pain. When the  brush
hairs tickled my hairless bum cheeks I knew I'd got it all inside my  bumhole. The
handle tapered at the base and as my sphincter tightened around the  handle I
was able to let go, my sphincter was holding the handle in  place.
I got off the bed very gingerly and slowly walked over to  my wardrobe; the
handle felt funny when it moved about in my colon as I walked.  I turned my
back and looked over my shoulder into the mirror. I giggled; it  looked like I'd
got a docked tail. I reached back, grasped the brush hairs and  slowly moved
the handle around and around and up and down then in and out. It  felt really
weird but sexy, especially when the handle hit my prostate sending  shivers
through my whole body.
Carefully I made my way back to  my bed and lay on my side on the towel. I
opened the magazine to what I'd  already decided was my favourite page. There
were six photos on each side, all  of the same, totally naked, couple. The
magazine was my only point of reference  for what adult men's cocks and balls
looked like.
The younger  guy looked about 16; he had longish blonde hair and blue eyes,
and a very pale,  thin body. His thin body, you could see his ribs, was totally
hairless, even his  pubes and ballbag were hairless. His balls were average I
suppose, judging from  the other males in the magazine, and his nipples were
small and bright red. His  cut cock was 5 inches long and thin with a bright
red flared knob. His thin  cockshaft was as pale as his body with flat blue
veins below the surface skin.
The older guy was 40ish; he was much taller and bigger than the  boy in every
respect. He had a trimmed beard and a hairy chest and legs, but his  balls
had been shaved and his pubes trimmed. He was muscular and had a slight
beer-belly. I estimated his uncut cock to be 8 inches long; it was very thick to  my
naïve eyes and thick veins covered the dark cock-shaft. When his loose
foreskin was peeled back his knob was torpedo shaped and purple. The cock-shaft  was
thickest in the centre. To my eyes his balls looked huge, and were held in a
tight purplish ballbag. His nipples were brown, thick, and very  prominent.
The first of the left hand photos showed the boy  holding the hairy guy's
cock, with the foreskin pulled back. The boy was licking  the torpedo shaped
knob. In number 2 the boy had the knob in his mouth. In  number 3 he'd swallowed
the whole 8 inch cock, his lips nestling in the man's  trimmed pubes. I couldn'
t believe that the boy could swallow the whole 8 inch  very thick cock; the
photo must have been doctored. I thought that a lot of the  photos in the
magazine were doctored. Photos 4, 5 and 6 showed the man doing the  same with the
boy's 5 inch cock. I could just about believe that the man could  swallow the
boy's thin cock.
Number one on the right hand page  showed the boy on his belly, the man had
the boy's arse-cheeks pulled wide apart  and he was tonguing the boy's tiny
pink pucker. In number 2 the man's tongue was  in the boy's arsehole. Number 3
showed the man's knob inside the boy's pucker.  Number 4 showed all 8 inches
of the man's cock inside the boy's arsehole. Number  5 showed the man sat on
the edge of the bed; the boy was facing the camera and  was impaled on the man'
s cock. The boy's cock was stiff and he was grinning at  the camera. Number 6
showed them laying side by side, their bellies and chests  covered in spunk.
I began to slowly stroke my rigid 3 ½  inch cock while I carefully fucked the
handle in and out of my bumhole. I was  producing lots of precum making it
deliciously easy to move my loose foreskin  over my purple flared knob. The
handle felt funny at first as I worked it up and  down my colon, then it started
to make me feel good. I tried to keep nudging my  prostate which made me
shudder with pleasure. I couldn't contain my desire, I  wanted to cum, so I started
to wank my little cock furiously. Within minutes my  sphincter clamped around
the handle and I shot another load of watery spunk onto  the blanket, my
quivering belly, and then it ran down my fist. I collapsed back  into the bed
totally spent and breathing heavily. That was my third orgasm of  the evening; my
all time record was six.
When I came around I  licked my hand clean then I gingerly pulled the handle
from my bumhole and  inspected it. I was disappointed to see that there were
some shit smears on it;  I'd tried so hard to clean my bumhole out. I went back
into the bathroom and  washed the handle then I sat on the bidet and cleaned
my bum. While I was doing  it I remembered my Mom giving me an enema (I'd been
badly constipated or  something) when I was seven. She hadn't been a nurse
for a couple of years so I  presumed the instrument she'd used (something like a
large glass syringe) was  still in the house; I decided to investigate.
I padded into the  spare bedroom and opened the large cupboard she kept most
of her nursing stuff  in. I saw the syringe straight away on the bottom shelf.
I was about to take it  out when I noticed an articulated stainless steel
tube behind it. I lifted the  tube out. One end could be attached to the shower
and the other end was a solid  6 inch tube rounded off at the end with holes
along the last 4 inches. I fell in  straight away; I could give myself enemas
with it! I found Mom's relevant  reference book and mugged up on enemas. It was
getting late but I decided to try  out the equipment. I padded into my bedroom
and got the Vaseline then I went  into the bathroom and got into the bath.
After greasing my bumhole I exchanged  shower heads and turned the water on.
When it was running lukewarm I eased the  holed pipe into my bumhole. As my colon
filled with water I massaged my belly.  It seemed easy enough, then my
stomach cramped and I barely made it to the  toilet before my bowels evacuated.
By the third attempt I had  it down to a T. I exchanged the shower fittings
then I showered and had just  dried off when I heard a car pull up outside, I
picked up the tubing and ran to  my bedroom and looked at the clock. It was
22:05; I put the tubing under my bed  along with the towel and the magazine then
I got under my duvet. I picked up a  book from my cabinet and started to read.
I heard Mom coming up the stairs and  my door opened. She asked me if I was
OK, I said yes and she wished me goodnight  closing the door behind her. I put
my book down, turned out the light and went  to sleep thinking about the
wonderful feelings having something up my bum gave  me.
>From then on I was continually looking for things to insert  into my bumhole;
every night I was alone in the house I'd do enemas till the  water was clean
then I'd play around with my bumhole. But I soon found that the  hairbrush
handle was too hard and too small. I tried a screwdriver handle, a  hammer
handle, lots of things; but they were always too hard. I'd also bought  myself a
large jar of Vaseline to keep in my bedroom so that Mom wouldn't notice  anything
wrong with the jar in the bedroom. Then one day a few weeks later, when  I
was on my way home from school, I had to pick some shopping up for Mom from  the
greengrocers (I'd been doing shopping for Mom since I was 11).  I  bought
salad stuff, Mom was big on a high fibre diet, and 4 small lemons, Mom  had
taught me to enjoy lemon juice squeezed into a glass of lemonade. I squeezed  one
and it gave a bit. I noticed that two of the lemons had a long pointy bit at
one end, which set my mind racing.
I couldn't wait for  Mom to go out again; I'd done my homework before she
came home and cleaned my  colon, so that when she finally left for her meeting I
had the house to myself.  I took a darning needle and some thick cotton from
Mom's work box, grabbed the  smallest lemon from the fruit bowl, and raced
upstairs. I threw off my clothes  and got the magazine from its hiding place and
put it on the bed. My 3 ½ inch  cock was rigid in anticipation; I pulled my
foreskin back and collected the  precum that had oozed from my knob with my
thumb and sucked it off. I threaded  the needle and inserted it through the pointy
bit of the lemon close to the body  of the lemon and tied it off.  I got my
jar of Vaseline and worked a dollop  of it into my bumhole, and then I started
to stretch my sphincter. When I'd got  3 fingers into my bumhole and my
sphincter was well stretched I coated the lemon  with Vaseline. I lay on my side and
placed the rounded end of the lemon against  my pucker. I took a couple of
deep breaths and relaxed as I pushed on the lemon.  Slowly my sphincter started
to give; I began to twist and turn the lemon while  keeping up the pressure.
When I reached the widest part of the lemon my  sphincter resisted for a few
moments. There was a flash of pain and the whole  lemon disappeared into my
bumhole; I was elated. I stood gingerly and waddled to  the mirror, all I could
see was the thick cotton disappearing into my bumhole. I  was covered in sweat,
and my face neck and shoulders were bright red. I didn't  care; I'd managed
to get the whole lemon inside my bumhole.
I  waddled back to my bed and lay on my side next to the magazine which I
opened at  my favourite set of photos. I started to slowly wank my 3 ½ inch rigid
cock with  my right hand while I pulled on the cotton with my left forcing
the lemon  against my sphincter. Then I'd release it and do it again. Soon I was
 approaching my orgasm and I turned onto my back, bending my legs at the
knees  and opening them wide, finally I placed my feet on the bed. As I slowly
wanked  myself to orgasm I pulled steadily on the cotton. I started to cum so I
pulled  much harder on the cotton. I was still cumming when the lemon finally
breached  my sphincter (I had the flash of pain again, but it was worth it) and
the lemon  shot out of my bumhole causing me to shoot another rope of watery
boycum up my  heaving body. As the last of my boycum dribbled from my
cock-slit I sank back  into my bed exhausted; chest heaving, pulse racing.
After  several minutes I came back to earth and I cleaned all my boycum up
and ate it.  I picked the lemon up and examined it; with my pulling on the
cotton it had  nearly cut through the lemon's flesh. Because I didn't want to end
up in A and E  with a lemon stuck inside my bumhole I realised it was too
dangerous to try it  again. I went downstairs and made a drink with the lemon then
I went back to my  bedroom. By now I could see my favourite photos in my mind'
s eye so I had a  couple more wanks imagining that I was the young boy. At
the same time as I was  wanking off I had four fingers fucking and stretching my
 bumhole.
When Mom came home she came into my bedroom and sat on  my bed, she looked
serious. She asked me if I ever used the public toilet by the  bus stop (where I'
d found the porn magazine). I blushed when I told her I'd been  in once to
pee and I wondered what was coming. She asked me not to use it again  because she
'd just found out that a boy of 12 had been brutally raped and  seriously
injured in there last night. Mom and I had talked about homosexuality  before, I
told you we had a good relationship, and Mom is of the live and let  live
school, so long as no one is forced or hurt and is old enough. I promised  not to
go in there again and we talked a bit about evil men who rape young boys  and
girls.
Next day was a Saturday and Mom took me shopping in  the Bull Ring mall. We
went into a sports shop and while Mom tried trainers on  (I knew she'd take
forever) I had a wander around. My eyes widened when I  spotted some things on
the accessories counter. They were miniature rugby balls,  for hanging in cars I
guessed, they were 6 inches long, quite fat, and had a  chain with a ring
attached to one end. Made of a leather-like material they were  coloured like
national flags. Then I remembered the Rugby World Cup had just  taken place so
they must be mementoes. I felt one, it was smooth and solid, but  it gave when I
squeezed it and I immediately imagined inserting it in my  bumhole, which
made my cock stir. They were on sale so I bought two England ones  with some of
my pocket money. I put one in my pocket and kept the other in the  store's bag,
I didn't want Mom to know that I'd bought two. When I went out with  Mom I
always wore a pair of Speedos under a pair of baggy shorts. I was forever
popping boners and didn't want her to notice; she also wouldn't notice the other
rugby ball in my pocket. Mom queried my purchase saying I didn't like rugby,
I  blushed as I lied to her saying that it was a joke present for Eddy, a boy
who  lived in our street, who she knew was totally non-sporting. I don't think
she  believed me because she told me to invite him to tea on Sunday to give
it to  him. That's why I'd bought two; it was Eddy's birthday the following
Monday.
We got home and had just finished lunch when there was  an express parcel
delivery. Mom called me into the living room while she opened  the parcel, inside
there were 2 cell-phones, big bulky things. Mom explained  that when she'd
heard about the rape and assault during the sales team meeting  her boss's boss
had been there. He knew of our circumstances and could see that  she was
worried about me. He immediately took her to one side and told here that  as a very
valued employee she was about to receive a company cell-phone for  better
communications and he said that the company would be prepared to supply  me with
one too if I only used it to communicate with my Mom, adding that the  company
would also pay for the calls. My Mom had agreed and he'd used his  cell-phone
to place the order there and then. As she handed me one she said I  wasn't to
show it off to anyone, it was just for communication between us, in  case of
emergencies. We read the instructions and soon had the phones  working.
Then Mom had to go out for a few hours, she said she'd  be home by 6 pm and
she'd take me to a movie after we'd eaten. As soon as she'd  gone I'd raced
upstairs and stripped off. After completing my ablutions I went  back into the
bedroom and lay on my side on my bed. My cock was rigid in  anticipation and I
was dribbling precum and my pulse was racing. I greased up my  bumhole well
while stretching my sphincter with two, then three, then four  fingers, and
then I greased the rugby ball. I placed it against my pucker and  began to push
twisting and turning the ball. Slowly but surely it entered my  bumhole. Just
before the widest part I stopped and took a couple of deep breaths  and tried
to relax. I started pushing again; I experienced a flash of pain and  then my
bumhole ate the rest of the ball. I sighed with relief and thumbed off  the
ample precum from my still hard cock and ate it.
After a  couple of minutes I turned onto my back, bent my legs and put my
feet on the bed  and opened my legs wide. I picked up the chain and started to
pull the ball out  once again I experienced a flash of pain, but not as bad as
the first, as the  widest part breached my sphincter and the ball shot out of
my bumhole. By the  time I'd done it four times I was getting the wide part of
the ball past my  sphincter with hardly any pain and some pleasure. My cock
was still rock hard  and when I began to pull it out for the fifth time my body
stiffened and when  the ball plopped out of my bumhole I shot a thin rope of
watery boycum which  landed in my hair. The next four shots landed on my chin,
between my stiff brown  nipples twice then on my quivering belly. I squeezed
my cock to get the last of  my boycum onto my hand and ate it, after which I
scooped up as much of the rest  as I could and ate that too; the boycum in my
hair I rubbed in; then I lay back  and rested.
I did it twice more and it got easier each time,  almost as if I was fucking
my bumhole with the ball. In fact I imagined the  older guy in my favourite
photos was fucking me and I wanked my cock so that I  came as I was pulling the
ball from my bumhole both times. Then it was time for  a quick shower and to
get ready for Mom coming home. Eddy did come round on  Sunday and I gave him
the other ball, he's a bit of a nerd, but he got the  joke.
I decided I wanted to exercise my sphincter more so that  it would accept the
ball easier, and I chose to do it with cucumbers. I started  with thinner,
shorter ones but I soon graduated to thicker foot long ones. Of  course I couldn'
t take the whole 12 inches, but eventually I could take about 7  inches of
thick cucumber up my bumhole. I'd loosen up my sphincter with the  cucumber by
fucking myself with it for about 10 minutes, or until I had my first  cum,
usually about the same time. I'd try to relax my sphincter and let the  cucumber
slide out of my bumhole as I was cumming. Then I'd fuck my bumhole with  the
ball and have a few more orgasms, it was great. I'd skin the cucumbers
afterwards and make a salad. Oh I nearly forgot, one Sunday afternoon when I was  13 ½
I was round at Eddy's, he wanted me to listen to a new cassette he'd
bought. We were sat on his single bed and the conversation turned to sex. The
upshot was that after showing each other our hard cocks, we tossed ourselves  off.
That graduated to wanking each others' cocks, but when I carefully brought
cum eating, cock-sucking and bum-fucking into our conversations Eddy didn't want
 to know. He said he wasn't a Homo, adding that what we were doing was just
boys  growing-up stuff. Although it was nice to feel another cock and be wanked
off I  got a lot more pleasure from my cucumbers and ball. So I limited my
time with  Eddy to one afternoon a week.
I'd just had my 14th birthday when  my life changed. (By now I was 5ft 2 tall
and weighed 7 st. my cock had grown to  4 inches hard and was a little
thicker, and I'd got a smattering of pubic hair).  One Monday evening Mom told me
that she had to go on a management training  course on Friday afternoon until
Wednesday afternoon. The hotel where the course  was being held was a 2 hour
drive away. It was my half term for the whole of the  next week, and when Mom
told me I'd have to go and stay with neighbours I  pleaded with her to let me
stay on my own. After a lot of discussion, with me  saying that I shopped and
cooked already, adding that I'd had my own key for  ages and emphasising that we
had the cell-phones she finally agreed that I  could. She even rang the school
and got me Friday morning off; we only worked  until lunchtimes the Fridays
before half term.
Friday came and  I went shopping with Mom to stock up on food. We had lunch
out then drove home.  After all the usual "parental" talk I waved Mom off at
3:00 pm. I collected the  cucumber I'd got Mom to buy, and then I went upstairs
and got ready for a sex  session. By 3:30 I was on my back, legs bent and
wide apart with my feet flat on  the bed. After greasing my bumhole and the
cucumber I placed it against my  pucker and started to slowly push it up my bumhole
while twisting and turning  it. The cucumber banged against my sphincter
causing me to shudder. By the time  I'd got about 7 inches in it felt so good I
decided to fuck myself to a hands  free orgasm; so I started.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the  sensations the cucumber was sending through
my body. I'd been at it for around  10 minutes when I felt my orgasm start. I
waited until my first thin rope of  boycum shot onto my chest before
releasing the cucumber. As I continued to shoot  boycum onto my writhing body I felt
the cucumber moving down my colon. When it  plopped out of my bumhole I shot
another long rope of boycum onto my chest and  the rest dribbled down my hard
cock-shaft. Someone coughed, my eyes flew open  and I saw Ian, our window
cleaner, standing high on his ladder and watching me  through the half-open window.
Some information regarding Ian: He  has a 19 year old nephew named Joe who is
a little simple, or slow on the uptake  as my Mom says. Joe is 6ft 2 inches
tall and well built, big boned, no body fat  and no body hair as I found out
later. His nipples are large, red and prominent.  His hands and feet are very
large. He is pale skinned with a shaved head, or so  I thought, and he has blue
eyes. When Joe was 8 his Mother had committed suicide  in front of him; and my
Mom told me that all his hair had dropped out from the  shock. Then Joe's Dad
died cancer when Joe was 15. So, being his nearest living  relative and 21
Ian became his guardian. Mom says that Joe's mother's suicide is  what "slowed
his brain down". They live together in a small cottage just outside  town; it
was left to Ian by his parents who'd been killed in a car crash when  Ian was
18. They'd been cleaning the neighbourhood windows for three years,  since the
old window cleaner retired. Ian had bought a brand new van and all the
equipment. My Mom says that Joe is very lucky to have Ian to care for him, she
likes them both a lot. Whenever the weather is warm enough they only ever wear
shorts. They always smile and acknowledge me whenever we meet and sometimes
stop  to chat. And the last couple of years I've been admiring their fit
masculine  bodies; and although Joe's got no hair he's handsome and I find him sexy.
Well  I'd better get back to the story.
"Don't worry kid I won't say  anything; that was just beautiful watching you
fucking yourself with that  cucumber then cumming like that."
Ian's voice was low and husky  and I noticed that his eyes were gleaming and
he had his hand in his shorts'  pocket (that's all he was wearing) playing
with himself. I suppose I should have  been embarrassed, shocked, frightened
even, but I wasn't. All I could think of  was that a man had seen me cum and told
me that he enjoyed watching me, and that  he was obviously playing with
himself. Would Ian want to do sex stuff with me I  wondered. I don't know where I
got the courage from but I gulped and in a  breaking voice I challenged him.
"Show me your cock Ian; I've  never seen a real man's cock before."
Ian glanced from side to  side then he chuckled and sort of leered.
"Only if you let me  taste your boycum kid, wipe it off your body and come
over here and feed it to  me."
I didn't hesitate, after scooping up what I could of my  boycum I went over
to the window which Ian had fully opened while I collected my  boycum off my
body. My 4 inch cock was still stiff and my foreskin was back  behind my corona
exposing my boycum stained knob. As I told you earlier my  bedroom faced a
windowless factory wall so no one could see what was going on.  Ian looked around
again, and then he climbed into my bedroom. I held out my hand  and he
greedily licked and sucked up all of my boycum that he could. Neither of  us spoke
when his hands went to his flies, he undid the buttons and his shorts  dropped
to the floor. Unconsciously I licked my lips while I looked him up and  down.
Ian was 5ft 10 and from his 6-pack I could tell he worked out; he also had
well muscled footballer's thighs. His hard 6 ½ inch cock was cut, and his dark
cock-shaft was veiny; his purple knob was bulbous and thicker than his
cockshaft  which was quite thick. Ian's cock was very stiff and pointed towards the
ceiling  only a few degrees out from his hard, flat belly. He had longish brown
hair and  green eyes. His body was tanned, his legs were hairy and he had a
thick trail to  his navel. Ian's big balls were housed in a loose, shaved
ballbag, and his pubic  hair was clipped. I noticed that his brown nipples were
large and  prominent.
"I haven't got much time kid; do you want to touch  it?"
I licked my lips as I nodded; then I reached out and put my  hand around it.
It felt wonderful, hard, silky, and throbbing.
"Do you want to wank it for me kid, make me cum?"
I let go of  Ian's cock; although I was full of lust I was getting annoyed.
"I'm not a kid anymore Ian, you know that my name's Paul and I'm 14 now,
and  Mom's even left me in charge of the house, she's away until  Wednesday!"
A funny look crossed Ian's handsome  face.
"You're alone all weekend! How would you like to come over  to our house and
spend the night? We could have some fun; Joe has mentioned you  to me many
times, saying what a nice, attractive boy you are. I can pick you up  at 7 o'
clock when we've finished work."
My cock jumped.
"Oh, er, I'd love to Ian but I have to be here for when Mom  phones me."
I paused as I thought of the cell-phones; I was so  desperate to have sex
with a man, especially to get my bumhole fucked, that I  threw caution to the
winds.
"Er, um, if you promise not to tell  anybody about it I have a cell-phone Mom
phones me on, so I suppose I could come  to your house and bring the phone
with me for when she calls."
Ian gave a broad smile and ruffled my hair.
"Good boy Paul; Joe  and I have to finish off our round, as I said we'll be
done by 7 o'clock. I'll  park the van by the lane, factory entrance side. I'
ll leave a back door open,  just climb in and shut the door. It will be getting
dark by then so that way no  one should see you. And if you enjoy yourself
tonight you could stop for the  weekend if you wanted to."
I smiled and nodded then reached for  his cock.
"No Paul not now, I'll save it for you to have at our  house, but here's a
little something to keep you going."
Ian  knelt in front of me and I gasped as he took my cock in his mouth he
tongued and  sucked my knob clean then stood back up. The feel of his mouth on my
cock had  been incredible; if he'd have sucked me for another second I'd
have cum. Ian's  mouth felt so much better than Eddy's hand. Ian pulled up his
shorts and  buttoned them up as he spoke to me.
"Now don't wank off again  Paul, Joe and I will want all your boycum for
ourselves."
He  leaned down and kissed my brow, and then he climbed out of the window and
was  gone. I stood there in shock; a man had sucked my cock after seeing me
fuck my  bumhole with a cucumber then cumming! And now I was going to spend the
night at  his house with him and his nephew and do sex stuff! I was trembling
with  excitement. I looked at my clock, it was almost 5 o'clock, and I'd got
to occupy  myself until seven. Well, I did some housework, had a meal, and
then I gave  myself another enema to make sure I was really clean in readiness
for what I  hoped was the night I lost my virginity to a man's cock. Then I
showered and  finally I put on my best sweatshirt, matching shorts and my best
trainers, no  socks, no underwear. My cock had stayed hard all afternoon and I'd
found it  difficult to stop myself wanking off when I pictured naked Ian and
his cock.
At last it was 6:55, I closed the window and left my bedside  light and the
landing light on then I picked up my cell-phone dropping it into  my shorts
pocket and then the keys. I left by the back door, closing and locking  it
quietly. I crept down to the back gate, thankfully all the houses had high  fences,
and into the alley. As I turned I saw Ian's van pull up and Joe got out  and
opened one of the back doors, I went to shout hello but thought better of  it.
Joe was back in the cabin when I got there. I climbed in, saw a place to sit
amongst their cleaning equipment, and closed the door, my heart was hammering.

It was dark in the back of the van, there were no windows, and  as we drove
along I began to feel a little frightened. My cock didn't though; it  was stiff
and oozing precum. After twenty minutes or so we pulled up. I heard  someone
get out and then there was a bit of manoeuvring then the engine was  turned
off. The door opened and a smiling Ian offered me his hand. I climbed out  of
the van; we were in a large garage big enough for 2 cars, and, still holding  Ian
's hand I was led into the cottage. Ian showed me around; the cottage
consisted of a large kitchen that had a door to the garage and a door into the
large living room which in turn had a door that opened onto a corridor. Ian
pointed along the corridor telling me that the 2 doors on the left were the
bedrooms and the door on the right was the bathroom. Ian was still holding my  hand
and would occasionally squeeze it reassuringly and I began to relax. I was
surprised at how big the cottage seemed. When my Mom had pointed it out one day
it looked really small. Ian informed me that he'd had the cottage renovated
when  Joe moved in; the living room and the bathroom had been extended, as had
the  kitchen to include a dining area. The furnishings were homely and cosy
and the  cottage was spotlessly clean. We went back to the kitchen and Ian sat
me at the  table and gave me a drink of pop, he opened a bottle of beer and
joined me.  There was a lovely smell of cooking.
"Er, where's  Joe?"
"He's showering; when he's done I'll have one. Oh, will  you need to have
an enema before we start the sex?
I blushed,  and then stuttered.
"Er no Ian, I got ready at  home."
"Good boy, when I saw how clean the cucumber was I  guessed you'd cleaned
yourself out. Are you hungry Paul?"
"Er,  no, I had something to eat at home."
"Right, well Joe and I are  going to have some stew, maybe you'll change
your mind."
Just  then Joe walked in drying his hair, he was naked apart from his
slippers, and he  grinned at me.
"Hi Paul."
I think my jaw dropped  and I went red and stammered out my reply.
"Oh ... er ... hi  Joe."
"Oh, sorry Paul I forgot to tell you that Joe and I go  naked around the
house, are you OK with that?"
I think I went  even redder and stammered in a squeaky voice.
"Er ... yes ... er ...  it's OK with me."
"OK I'll go and have my shower now, keep Paul  amused Joe."
As Ian left the room I couldn't take my eyes off  Joe's body. As I told you
before Joe was well built with no excess fat, a hard  flat stomach and he had
no body hair, but what my eyes were glued to were his  genitals. Joe's cock
was huge; it was soft and hung down his thigh a good 7  inches. Soft it was
longer and thicker than Ian's cock was when hard. His balls  were contained in a
tight hairless ballbag and they were huge too, the size of  hens' eggs. I felt
my stiff little cock jerk as I stared at Joe's massive  equipment. I gulped
and Joe chuckled while pointing to his cock.
"Do want to get it hard for me Paul, then you can see how big it really  is?"
I gulped again, and then nodded my head not trusting myself  to speak. Joe
held out his big hand.
"Come on we'll go into the  games bedroom, we'll be more comfortable in
there."
I stood and  slipped my tiny hand into his and he led me to the first
bedroom. In it was a  large double-bed covered by a rubber sheet. The ceiling and
three walls were  covered in mirror tiles; the fourth wall behind the door was
shelved floor to  ceiling. The shelves contained all sorts of paraphernalia and
I just knew they  were to do with sex. When I finished looking around Joe
spoke to me in a soft,  gentle voice.
"Why don't you join us Paul and get naked? You can  hang your clothes on the
pegs behind the door."
Wordlessly I  nodded and I began to strip as if in a trance; my sweatshirt
first, then my  precum soaked shorts; hanging them both on the back of the door.
My heart was  hammering and my cock was so stiff I thought it would break.
Joe lay back on the  bed watching me. Naked I kicked off my trainers and stood
there trembling. Joe  smiled at me; he had a beautiful smile, patted the bed by
his side and  murmured.
"Come here Paul, sit on my stomach and get my cock  hard."
As I knelt over Joe's body and sat on his stomach his big  hands started to
roam all over my back. I leant forwards a little and took hold  of Joe's cock
with both hands, it was already growing. One of Joe's hands went  under my bum
and onto my arse-crack, and then one long thick finger started  tapping along
it and on my pucker; I shivered with pleasure. I had pulled Joe's  foreskin
back exposing a big, bright purple, flared knob. Although I'd never  done
anything like this before it just seemed so natural to me, and I realised  what I'd
suspected, I was Gay. I thought I was really lucky to have two such  nice guys
to teach me about sex. And I liked the way they'd been so open about  it;
they must have known I was gay before I did. While these thoughts were going
through my mind I was wanking Joe's cock with both hands and then I heard him
whisper huskily.
"Lick my knob Paul! Lick it for  me."
I wanted to do it, I wanted to taste Joe's huge cock, so I  ducked forwards
and tentatively ran my tongue across Joe's knob; he sighed with  pleasure. Joe
removed his finger and then he returned it, I could feel that it  was wet with
saliva. I jolted forwards when he pushed his thick finger all the  way into
my bumhole and I shuddered with pleasure. I continued to lick Joe's big  knob
and wank his massive cock as it continued to grow. Whenever a glob of  precum
oozed from his long wide cock-slit I licked that up too. Joe was finger
fucking me all the time I was working on his cock and I could feel an orgasm
building up. Then Joe withdrew his finger from my bumhole and  spoke.
"OK Paul you can stop now, that's as big as it gets. I'm  starving and we'
ve got all night to play. Oh, do you like my big thick  cock?"
I was incredibly disappointed at losing Joe's finger from  up my bumhole, but
I realised Joe was right. I stared at his stiff uncut cock,  it was enormous,
10 inches long and very thick, and 9 inches in circumference  when I measured
it later, with a big, flared, bright-purple knob. The cock-shaft  was silky
smooth and I could see the flat blue veins under the pale skin. Joe's  massive
cock was thickest in the middle of his cock-shaft, but only just. As I  said
before he had huge balls in a tight, hairless ballbag and no pubes; which  made
his huge cock look even bigger. It was bigger than any cock in the  magazine,
and I'm sure his balls were bigger than any in the magazine too. My  voice
pitched every where when I replied.
"It's  incredible Joe; I didn't know cocks could be that big!"
I  reached out and squeezed his cock-shaft; it was hard, but sort of spongy
hard.  Then I hefted his big balls, they were so big; Joe's hairless ballbag
felt silky  smooth and sort of clammy as I fondled it and his balls. Joe must
have thought I  was wondering about his lack of pubes when he spoke.
"I lost all  my body hair when my Mom died, sorry committed suicide; and I
lost the will to  learn. Then my Dad died and Ian took me in and he's slowly
helped me to get over  it. I know people think I'm an idiot but I'm not, I just
stopped learning. Ian  teaches me stuff after work and I'm getting better
everyday. Last year I  wouldn't have been able to say that my Mother had committed
suicide; I was still  in denial."
I turned around and hugged him.
"Thanks Paul, now let's go and eat, I'm starving."
We stood up;  my stiff cock was pointing towards the ceiling, but Joe's
enormous cock stuck  out horizontally from his hard, smooth body. Joe scooped me up
and carried me  into the kitchen where Ian was dishing up two large bowls of
stew. He looked us  up and down when we entered.
"I see that you've met the Monster  then Paul."
I blushed then nodded and Ian continued dishing up.  Joe sat down and closed
his legs, and then he lifted me up and sat me on his  lap. He pulled my
arse-cheeks wide apart before settling me on his monstrous  cock so that his cock
was wedged in my arse-crack where I could feel it  throbbing away. My precum was
trickling down my cock-shaft.
"There's an extra spoon Paul, if you do feel hungry eat from my bowl, there'
s  plenty more."
The stew smelt delicious and I was soon tucking  in. I was leaning back
against Joe's chest and I kept squeezing my arse-cheeks  around Joe's throbbing
cock; he in turn would flex it. I knew that before the  weekend was over I was
going to have Joe's cock deep inside my body. While we  ate I told them all
about my sex life since I'd found the magazine. Ian said  that he and Joe thought
I was gay from the way I looked at them whenever we met.  Then he told me he'
d seen my porn magazine open on my bed a couple of weeks ago  along with a
cucumber, the toy rugby ball and a jar of Vaseline, which had  confirmed their
suspicions. I remembered the day, I'd just set everything up for  a sex session
when I remembered I'd got some shopping to do for Mom. So I left  everything
as it was and went out to do the shopping. Ian added that he couldn't  believe
it when he saw the size of the cucumber he'd seen me fucking my arsehole
with, and he'd been amazed at how much of its length I could get up my arsehole.
Nobody mentioned Joe's cock, but I knew that we all knew that I  was going to
try and take it up my bum at some time. When we'd all had our fill  I had a
glass of milk and Ian and Joe had a beer. While they cleaned up I went  and
brushed my teeth, they'd provided a brand new toothbrush for me. The  bathroom
was huge, there was a large bath, a double walk-in shower, a bidet and  twin
hand basins. I noted that a conventional shower ran off the water supply as  did
an enema shower. Ian and Joe joined me in the bathroom and brushed their
teeth, Ian's cock was half-hard but Joe's cock was stiff, still jutting out at
right angles to his body. I couldn't resist feeling one cock then the other
causing Ian's cock to start to stiffen; and all the time one or the other would
fondle my body, especially my buttocks. I was dripping precum all over the
place.
Joe scooped me up again and I threw my arms around his  neck, I felt so safe
and secure in his strong arms. As he carried me to the  bedroom I tentatively
kissed his neck and Joe dropped his head and our mouths  met; my first proper
kiss. When his tongue pushed against my lips I opened my  mouth and our
tongues were soon duelling. I hadn't any doubts about what was  happening and what
was going to happen; it all seemed so natural, so right. When  we reached the
bedroom Joe laid me down on the bed, and then he lay on my right  and kissed me
again. After putting down some bottles of water he'd brought from  the
kitchen with him Ian lay on my left in a 69 position. Joe stroked my body as  we
kissed then he broke the kiss and whispered.
"Lie on your  side facing Ian Paul and play with his cock while I play with
your beautiful  arsehole."
I rolled onto my side and was confronted by Ian's cut  6 ½ inch cock which
was fully stiff by now, his bulbous knob glistening with  precum. Without being
told I took hold of his cock-shaft and started to lick his  knob like a
lollipop. Ian groaned and then he grasped my cock-shaft, pulled my  foreskin back
and took my cock into his mouth. As I licked his knob savouring  the flavour not
taste of his precum Ian started to tongue my knob and suck it.  At the same
time Joe had pulled my buttocks apart and when he ran his tongue up  and down
my hairless arse crack I shuddered with the pleasure I was receiving  front and
back. Before I knew what was happening I'd taken Ian's cock into my  mouth
and started sucking it. Then Joe pushed two saliva coated fingers straight  up
my bumhole and he started rubbing my prostate. My body stiffened as waves of
pleasure flooded my body; and I lifted off Ian's throbbing cock to  scream.
"OH MY GOD, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING!"
My hips jolted back and forth as my boycum erupted from my cock into Ian's
mouth. I was so far gone it only vaguely registered that Ian was swallowing my
boycum. Joe was still fingering my prostate and my load was the biggest I'd
ever  cum. As I was returning to earth my cell-phone rang, that sobered me up!
I  scrambled off the bed and took my cell-phone from my shorts. When I
answered it  Mom asked me if I was all right, I sounded out of breath. I told her I
was OK,  I'd just run upstairs to answer the phone. We chatted for a bit then
she told me  to be a good boy and wished me goodnight. I turned to the bed; Ian
and Joe were  smiling at me while waving their cocks at me. I grinned at
them, waved my still  hard cock at them, and then crawled back between their manly
 bodies.
"Do you want to suck me off Paul? You don't have to  swallow my spunk like I
did yours, but you can try if you want  to."
"I love eating my own boycum Ian; I eat it all the time,  now I'd like to
see what mancum tastes like."
"Good boy, and  while we're 69ing Joe will continue stretching your ring. I
want to fuck your  arsehole after you've sucked me off, that's if you'd like
me  to?"
I giggled before I replied.
"I've wanted a  real cock in my bum, er, arsehole for ages; so I can't wait."
"That's good Paul, I won't suck you off, I want you to cum while I'm
fucking  you; and you'll be able to concentrate more on sucking my  cock."
I couldn't believe what was happening to me, I was  so excited my wildest
dreams were coming true; I was having real sex with two  men. Ian lay back and
opened his legs propping his feet up on the bed, and I  knelt in between them
with my bum in the air. I took his stiff 6 ½ inch cut cock  in my hand and leant
forwards to lick the bulbous knob. Joe was behind me  caressing my hairless
arse-cheeks. Opening my mouth wide I took Ian's knob and  some cock-shaft
inside. As I did so Joe pulled my arse-cheeks apart and started  to tongue my
sweaty crack; I moaned with pleasure. I took to cock-sucking like a  duck to water,
copying what I'd seen in my magazine. I soon had my lips clamped  around Ian'
s veiny cock-shaft while I bobbed up and down as I sucked. Meanwhile  Joe,
after coating my crack and pucker with a load of saliva, had pushed one,  and
then two thick fingers into my bumhole and was stretching my sphincter. Ian  was
moaning and groaning as I worked on his throbbing cock, and I was making
muffled groans as Joe worked my sphincter with three fingers now. Joe lifted one
of my hands to his mouth and coated my fingers with saliva.
"Stick a couple of fingers up Ian's arsehole while you're sucking him  Paul."
I forced two of my fingers into Ian's tight, warm  arsehole and started to
finger fuck it causing Ian to cry out.
"Oh fuck yes! That feels great Paul. Can you get more fingers up my arsehole
and  finger-fuck me harder?"
Eventually I managed to get all four  fingers inside Ian's arsehole and I
fucked his arsehole as hard as I could while  I bobbed up and down on his cock
faster and sucked really hard. Within minutes  Ian gave a loud groan, his back
arched up and he growled.
"Fuck  yes, get ready Paul here it comes!"
I stopped bobbing and  steadied myself; Ian gave another groan and I felt a
jet of mancum hit the roof  of my mouth; it was much thicker than my boycum and
tasted much stronger too. I  started swallowing and kept sucking while I held
his throbbing cock steady. I  loved the strong taste of Ian's mancum, but he
was shooting so much of it that I  couldn't keep up, and I felt it trickling
down my chin to drip onto his pubes.  All the time this was going on Joe
continued to stretch my sphincter and my cock  was rock-hard again and I was oozing
precum. Ian eventually stopped shooting and  I sucked hard on his cock until
he told me to stop. My first taste of mancum and  I'd loved every drop of it,
and I wanted more. Ian pulled me up his body until  we were face to face. He
licked his mancum off my face and then we kissed  passionately with tongues
duelling. Joe lifted me up at the waist and I felt his  bald head against my
thighs as he cleaned up the rest of Ian's  mancum.
When we stopped kissing and I sat up on Ian's hard flat  belly I felt his
cock poke me in the back, it was still stiff. I felt behind me  and squeezed it.
"Your cock's still hard Ian, can you fuck me  now? I thought you might have
to rest a bit."
"I can  always cum twice when there's someone like you to turn me on Paul.
Now you know  why I didn't let you toss me off in your bedroom."
While we were  talking Joe was expertly massaging my shoulders with his big
strong hands. He  knew what he was doing because I was beginning to feel so
relaxed.
"How do you want me to give you your first fuck Paul? I  don't think the
position matters, when you can take a cucumber that size so far  up your arsehole
my cock won't be a problem at all!"
I giggled  and squeezed Ian's cock again. Before I could answer Joe made a
suggestion.
"Tell you what Paul, I'll lie on my back, you  straddle my body facing my
cock and while Ian fucks your arsehole you can try to  suck my cock. How's that
sound?"
"It sounds good Joe; I want to  taste your mancum too. I loved eating Ian's
mancum and I know I'm going to enjoy  eating yours."
So Joe lay on his back and I knelt and straddled  his body, his massive 10
inch cock sticking up directly in front of my face. I  took hold of it with both
my hands and pulled his foreskin back to expose his  bright-purple flared
knob. A large glob of precum oozed from his long wide  cock-slit. I licked it up
and poked the tip of my tongue into the cock-slit  searching for more. At the
same time Ian had spit on my pucker and was working a  couple of fingers into
my arsehole. I paused from tonguing Joe's knob and looked  over my shoulder.
"Fuck me now Ian, I'm loose  enough."
Then I went back to tonguing Joe's big knob. I felt  Ian's knob on my pucker
and as he started to push his cock into my arsehole I  pushed back. I moaned
as his knob breached my sphincter, then I sighed as I felt  his cock steadily
making its way up my colon. When I felt Ian's stubbly pubes  scratch against
my hairless arse-cheeks I moaned with contentment. I looked back  over my
shoulder again.
"Fuck me Ian, hard!"
As  Ian started to fuck my arsehole I turned my attention back to Joe's
monster  cock. Opening my mouth wide I slid it over the big knob; I couldn't quite
get it  into my mouth. I pulled back, took a couple of deep breaths and tried
again. As  I did so Ian slapped my right buttock hard. I wasn't expecting it,
but it  enabled me to take Joe's knob into my mouth. I struggled to adjust to
breathing  through my nose and then I started to suck Joe's big knob. I couldn'
t use my  tongue there wasn't any room, so I began to wank Joe's cock-shaft
with both  hands.
"Good boy Paul that feels wonderful, but if your jaws  start to ache lift off
and just tongue my knob while you toss me  off."
I wasn't going to give up yet so I valiantly kept sucking  and wanking while
I enjoyed Ian fucking my arsehole. Although Ian's cock was  nowhere as big as
a cucumber it already felt better to have something alive in  my arsehole. I
knew immediately that I'd always prefer a cock over a cucumber or  anything
else inanimate fucking me. When Ian started to really pound my arsehole  and
prostate I shuddered as waves of pleasure washed through my body. I loved  the
extra thrills I got when Ian's cock occasionally slipped completely out of  my
arsehole and he thrust it straight back into me. What with Ian's hard fuck  and
sucking Joe's big flared knob I could feel another orgasm building. My jaws
were aching now and I lifted off Joe's cock and lapped at his knob while
continuing to wank his massive cock with both hands. Joe was producing so much
precum I almost thought he was dribbling piss. I was really turned on by now and
I wasn't surprised when my body stiffened.
"Oh God" I gasped,  "I'm cumming again!"
Spurt after spurt of boycum shot from my  cock splattering against Joe's
chest and belly. My sphincter was clenching Ian's  cock-shaft every time I shot,
and as I was reaching the end of my orgasm Ian  grabbed my hips and thrust his
cock as far as he could into my  arsehole.
"Fuck Paul, what a hot tight arsehole you've got, and  I'm going to fill it
full of spunk!"
When I felt his mancum  hitting my colon walls I almost passed out the
sensations were wonderful! When  I'd started to cum I'd stopped wanking Joe's cock
and just rested my tongue on  his knob. I was just about to continue when Ian
pulled his softening cock from  my arsehole and spoke urgently.
"Roll onto your back Paul and  open your legs and put your feet flat on the
bed."
I did as I  was told and when I was in position Joe knelt either side of the
bed facing my  feet, and he pointed his massive cock at my mouth which I
opened wide. Joe put  the end of his knob containing his cock-slit into my mouth
and he started  wanking his cock-shaft. At the same time Ian had pulled my
arse-cheeks apart,  clamped his mouth around my pucker and was tonguing and sucking
his mancum from  my arsehole. It sent shivers of delight through my body. Joe
started to grunt  then he called out.
"Oh yes ... yes, I'm cumming Paul, get  ready!"
Joe's body tensed and a long, thick rope of mancum shot  into my mouth. I
started swallowing immediately. Joe's mancum was stronger  tasting than mine too,
but it had a sweeter taste to it than Ian's. Although I  was swallowing as
fast as I could Joe was shooting so much cum that my mouth was  filling up. I
involuntarily gagged then coughed and some of Joe's mancum shot  from my nose. I
didn't care, I just wanted to eat as much mancum as I could so I  continued
gulping Joe's mancum down. Joe must have cum twice as much spunk as  Ian had
before he finally squeezed the last few drops into my mouth. I licked my  lips
before finally relaxing.
Joe lay down by my side and  started to lick my face clean, and then we
kissed tenderly sharing his spunk  until I swallowed it. Ian was still licking and
sucking at my arsehole causing  me to wriggle with pleasure. Ian eventually
came up for air and he moved to my  other side and we shared a three-way kiss. I
could taste his spunk as we duelled  tongues; as I said it tasted stronger
than Joe's, but I still liked it.  Eventually we broke apart and I sank into the
bed. Joe reached down and passed  Ian and me a bottle of water taking one
himself; we all drank them down  greedily.
"Did you enjoy your first fuck Paul?"
"Oh yes Ian, so very much; and I loved eating your spunk beforehand. I loved
eating Joe's spunk too, but I can hardly believe anyone could cum that much;
I  thought you'd cum a lot but Joe's orgasm was incredible!"
They  both chuckled and Joe slipped an arm under my shoulder and hugged me. I
looked  down at our sweaty, sticky bodies; sticky from the spunk that had
leaked onto  the rubber sheet. Mine and Ian's cocks were half hard, but Joe's
was almost  fully stiff. As I looked at it and thought about taking it up my
arsehole I  shuddered and then my cock began to fill out. Joe must have been
looking because  he turned to Ian and said.
"It looks like Paul wants to play  some more Ian, he's getting another
hard-on."
"At his age I bet  he can cum a lot more times, I know I could; and I can see
that you're still up  for it Joe."
Joe looked at me and tousled my  hair.
"Do you want to play some more Paul?"
I  licked my lips and nodded vigorously.
"Well what you like to  do?"
I looked at Joe's cock then into his eyes before  whispering.
"I want you to fuck me Joe."
"Are  you sure Paul? Do you think you can take my big cock?"
"I hope  so; I've fucked my arsehole with 7 inches of a cucumber that was
probably as  thick as your cock; Ian saw me remember. So I'm sure I'll be able
to manage 7  inches of your cock Joe as big as it is."
Ian  interrupted.
"We could wait until tomorrow for that if you like  Paul, there's lots of
other stuff we could do tonight, and you've had a lot of  new stuff to take in
today. That's if you want to come back tomorrow of course.  We have to get up
early in the morning, so we'll drop you off close to home.  We'll be working
until 4ish; we could arrange to pick you up somewhere away from  your house."
"Of course I want to come back tomorrow; er   ... I could cycle over and wait
in the back garden for you to come  home."
Ian and Joe exchanged looks then Ian  resumed.
"What if we give you a key to the Judas gate to the  garage and a key to the
kitchen so that you could wait inside if you're here  before us?"
I grinned at them both.
"That sounds  brilliant, I'll cycle over around four then. But I still want
Joe to fuck me  tonight."
They both smiled at me and Joe squeezed my  shoulders.
"OK Paul, let's decide the best position to do it. I  think Ian should lie
on his back then you lie on top of Ian so that he can suck  your cock while I'm
fucking you. I'm really excited about this too Paul, I have  to spend ages
loosening Ian's sphincter up before I have any chance of getting  my cock into
his arsehole; and the most he's ever been able to take is about  half. The only
other person I tried to fuck just couldn't take my cock at all.  Hang on a
minute, I've got an idea."
Joe got off the bed and  went to the shelves, he returned with a tape measure
and a marking pen. He knelt  in front of Ian.
"Get my cock really stiff Ian."
I watched intently while Ian opened his mouth and sank it around Joe's big
knob,  when the knob was inside his mouth Ian took another couple of inches of
cock-shaft. Then he started to suck while fondling Joe's big balls. I've got
to  learn how to get that much of Joe's massive cock into my mouth I thought
to  myself.
"OK Ian I'm stiff now."
Ian lifted off  Joe's cock and Joe measured 7 inches from the tip of his knob
down his  cock-shaft, and then he drew a line across his pale cock-shaft.
"There you go Paul, I'll fuck you real slow and I'll know when to stop
feeding  you anymore of my cock when I get to the line."
Ian lay on his  back and I lay on top of him, he opened his mouth and I fed
him my stiff cock. I  reached out and began to fondle his soft cock. Joe was
behind me finger fucking  my arsehole and lubing it up. He got to 3 fingers and
started stretching my  sphincter. Then Ian swallowed my cock and balls, my
knob and a bit of cock shaft  going down his throat; I moaned with pleasure when
he started swallowing and his  throat muscles masturbated my cock. The
inevitable happened, my body stiffened  and I arched my back and tried to force more
of my cock down Ian's  throat.
"Oh God, I'm cumming again!"
Ian's hands  held my hips and he pushed me up enough for my knob to go back
into his mouth;  and as I started shooting my boycum he kept sucking and
swallowing. I was having  another fantastic orgasm. When I finished cumming Ian just
suckled on my cock  keeping it hard, and he fondled my balls.
"OK Paul, now that  your orgasm is out of the way you can relax a bit. Now
get ready, I'm going to  fuck you."
Joe pushed my legs apart and then I felt him place  his big knob against my
pucker; so I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to  relax. Joe applied
pressure; I tensed, and then relaxed again thinking of the  cucumber. I let go of
Ian's stiffening cock to concentrate on relaxing. Joe's  knob was now at my
sphincter and as he steadily pushed forwards my sphincter  stretched around
his knob and then it was past. I exhaled loudly, and Joe  stopped pushing. I'd
experienced a little pain but it was worth it to know that  Joe's knob had
breached my sphincter and he'd be able to fuck me with his huge  cock. My voice
was small and husky when I spoke.
"OK Joe feed me  the rest of your massive cock."
"Any time you want me to stop  just let me know."
I nodded my head, kissed Ian's hairy belly  and fondled his cock and balls
again, his cock was nearly hard. Ian started  whispering words of encouragement.
They really weren't necessary; the incredible  sensations sweeping through my
whole body as Joe's huge cock forced my colon  walls apart as it inexorably
made its way further and further inside my arsehole  were encouragement enough.
I was sweating profusely and my pulse was racing and  my face and shoulders
were burning; it felt as if I'd got a baseball bat in my  arsehole. I was just
about to tell Joe to stop; I didn't think I could take  anymore of his huge
cock, when he paused.
"That's the full 7  inches Paul, I'll let you get used to it for a bit and
then I'll start fucking  you. OK?"
I took a couple of deep breaths before  answering.
"I'll let you know when I'm ready Joe; it's such an  incredible feeling
having your cock throbbing away inside my body. Please be  careful though I don't
think I can take any more length; when you paused I was  just about to tell
you to stop."
"OK Paul, I can  wait."
I lay regaining my composure and getting my breathing  under control; I was
also a bit tense. Joe kept flexing his cock making me  quiver with pleasure.
After a few minutes I was breathing fairly normally and I  relaxed.
"OK Joe, you can fuck me now."
Slowly,  oh so slowly, Joe drew back, I thought he was pulling my insides
out. Eventually  I felt his corona against my sphincter. Joe paused then began to
push his huge  cock back up my colon, no cucumber or rugby ball had ever made
me feel like  this, my whole body quivered with excitement, especially when
his cock-shaft  rubbed across my sphincter. When Joe got to the 7 inch mark he
paused again then  repeated the process. I was transported to a higher plane;
my whole body tingled  like a huge cock approaching orgasm. My face and
shoulders were burning again  and I writhed on Ian's body. By the fourth stroke I
shuddered and  gasped.
"OH MY GOD!"
And my cock started  shooting, I didn't really know if I was cumming or
pissing I had no control of  my body, Ian was swallowing whatever I was shooting.
He told me after that it  was boycum not piss. When I finished cumming I sank
into Ian's body, it had been  my best cum ever. My sphincter had a mind of its
own and continued to spasm  around Joe's huge cock-shaft as it slowly went in
and out of my extended colon.  Ian was suckling my cock which was still hard;
I hadn't the energy to play with  his cock or balls. I just lay against his
body enjoying the sensations that  Joe's monster cock was giving me. I was
sweating like a pig and my pulse was  racing and I could feel Joe's sweat dripping
onto to me. Joe's breathing got  more and more laboured until he gasped.
"Get ready Paul, here it  cums!"
Joe had 7 inches of his cock inside my arsehole, I felt  it swell and then bla
st after blast of hot mancum splattered against my colon  walls, and it was
like having an enema. I think Joe shot more mancum this time  than when he came
into my mouth; I thought he'd never stop shooting and my  spasming sphincter
was milking even more mancum from his huge cock. Finally Joe  stopped cumming
and he half collapsed onto my back breathing  heavily.
"Joe, when you pull out sit Paul on my  face."
Joe grunted lifted up and started to ease his huge cock  from my well
stretched arsehole. Shivers ran through my as his cock exited my  colon. Then all
that was left in my arsehole was Joe's big knob. Joe leant  forwards to whisper
in my ear.
"Brace yourself Paul I'm going to  pull my knob out now."
I tried to relax as Joe pulled out; I  felt a brief stab of pain and then a
weird emptiness. Immediately Joe scooped me  up and then sat me on Ian's face
with my still open arsehole over Ian's mouth.  Ian quickly inserted his tongue
into my arsehole and started sucking Joe's  mancum out. Joe knelt beside me
and we kissed passionately as I thrilled to the  sensations Ian was causing to
sweep through my body. When Ian had cleaned my  arsehole out as much as he
could we shared a 3-way snog all getting a taste of  Joe's cum. We finally broke
apart; we were very messy, the rubber sheet and our  bodies were smeared with
spunk. They both asked me if I was all right and happy  with what had gone on.
I told them it had been the best day of my life and I  thanked them for being
my teachers. Then we cleaned as much of the spunk up as  we could with our
fingers and tongues. When we'd done Joe picked me up in his  arms and carried me
to the bathroom. He held me while Ian ran a bath; Joe was  running his hands
up and down my back and fondling my buttocks while we snogged  again. When the
bath was ready Joe laid me in it and I relaxed as they showered.  When they'd
finished they dried off and left telling me that they'd be back for  me. I
almost dropped off as I lay back totally relaxed, reliving my wonderful  evening.
After some time Joe came back and lifted me out of the  bath standing me in
the shower to rinse off. Then he tenderly dried me off and  got me to bend over
while he applied some soothing ointment to my arsehole; it  felt really good.
Joe picked me up again, I threw my arms around his neck  snuggling against
his big strong body and Joe carried me to the kitchen where my  supper was
waiting. After supper we went to bed; we had a last snog then I  spooned in
behind Ian and Joe spooned in behind me. Within minutes I'd fallen  into a
deep, peaceful sleep.

End of part one.  Copyright 2008
Any comments or suggestions to me, Paul, at INSILVA92@aol.com