Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2015 14:00:35 +0200
From: Don Major <donmajor122@mail.com>
Subject: Pit Club 3

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Pit Club 3

By now, I needed a drink: in the corner of the barn I could see a simple
bar had been set up and that there was a small group of guys (all naked, of
course!) sitting on bar stools and standing around.  I walked over and as I
approached, the group opened up, guys smiling, one of them signalling to
the bar-tender - a VERY cute young guy who was (maybe for modesty's sake?)
wearing beautiful red briefs which actually only enhanced his desirability.
He looked about 17 and had a wonderful smooth body and a killer
smile... "Hey!  I'm Joe...What can I get you?" he asked.  "I know exactly
what you can get me", I thought to myself, but instead managed to say
"Beer!  I need a beer!"  He grinned knowingly.  "Coming up!"

Once I was holding a bottle of cool beer, I found myself standing next to a
stunning looking man - about 35, blonde, amazing body: he was virtually
hairless apart from his pubes.  I've always loved to see the contrast
between a boy's smooth, hairless body and the hairy guy fucking him: but
this man was a wonderful in-between alternative.  Smooth, powerfully
muscular body, and beautiful cock encased in what looked like silky-smooth
pubes.

"Hey - how are you doing?" he asked, smiling lazily at me?  "I'm Lars -
from Norway.  Don't think I've seen you here before...?"

"Good Lars, good - thanks.  I'm Jim, from England.  Yeah - this is my first
time...I still can't believe it..such an amazing place isn't it?"

"Yeah - it's pretty amazing, I agree.  So many lovely boys and men to watch
- and I see it's been having the intended effect on you!"  He gestured with
his beer bottle towards my crotch where my cock was already beginning to
harden again.  I noticed, with pleasure, that his own cock was stirring
too... there was something about the atmosphere of this place that just
meant that you couldn't possible stay unaroused for any longer than your
body needed in order to recover!

"I've been coming here quite a while now", Lars continued.  "Actually, I
started several years ago...once you have started, you never really leave",
he smiled.  "Where else can you satisfy your desires so easily?"

"Yeah, true, true..." - I felt myself blushing.  It didn't come easily to
be talking to another man who was fully aware of the lust I felt towards
men who were interested in men who were interested in boys!

"Actually, I'm not just a watcher here any more", Lars said.  "If you're
interested, maybe you'd like to come and watch me perform...with my
son...?"

I stared at him.  "You're son is here?", I gulped?  "And you're going to
perform with him - tonight?"

"Oh yes, sure..." Lars replied, smiling slowly and sexily.  "He's quite a
pro now - he's just relaxing at the moment with some of the other boys at
the moment.  Didn't you know that most of the boys here were brought by
their own Dads?"

"Err, no, I didn't", I replied.  "I was wondering where they come from."

"Yeah, well whatever you paid to join the club, I only paid a third.  If
you bring a boy, fees are greatly reduced."

When I thought of what I'd had to pay to get into this place and how long
it was going to take me to pay it off, I winced slightly.  Only I didn't
have a boy to bring.. so....

"OK." I said.  "Yes, I'd love to watch you and...?"

"Peter", Lars said.  "My son is Peter..and I'd better go find him now or
we'll miss our pit.  We'll be over there...", and he gestured with his
bottle.  "Come and see us Jim!"  and without a moment's hesitation he stood
up, extended his hand so that he was gripping my, by now, hard cock, and
planted a deep, probing kiss on my mouth...  He whispered in my ear:
"Sometimes we invite audience participation..." - and then he was gone.

Stunned, I watched as he slowly drifted away - his beautiful body just as
stunning from the rear: a powerful back, wonderful ass, magnificent legs.
This was one show I had to see..

Ten minutes later, I was standing around the rim of the pit where I'd
watched the hunk with the 12" boner use the boy when I first arrived, and
looking down at Lars as he guided Peter to a bed that had been set up in
the middle of the pit.  Peter was beautiful: as blonde as his father, and
smooth all over.  He was wearing lovely lime green briefs that clung to him
like a second skin: he came into the pit with Lars holding his hand.  Lars
was totally naked, and his cock, though not fully erect, certainly looked
turgid and wet.  Around me, there was a group of about 30 men, all fully
hard, and obviously aware of what was coming.  The guy next to me, jacking
himself as he spoke, spoke to noone in particular: "This is going to be
fucking amazing - this guy can really fuck a boy..."  He closed his eyes,
jacking himself hard.  I heard him moan with pure lust, and with a daring
that was new to me, I reached down and moved his hand off his cock and
started to masturbate him.  He smiled at me and freely let me grasp his
shaft, standing with his legs spread wide, head back, loving the feeling of
another man wanking him as his mind filled with thoughts and images of
boys...with men.

Down in the pit, Lars and Peter were on the bed.  Lars sat against the
bed-head with his legs bent and spread wide - his cock now fully hard and
resting between his belly and his thigh - it was a lovely, thick cock,
uncut and I reckoned it must be a good 8 inches long.  He was stroking it
slowly, pulling the foreskin back to reveal a delicious, meaty head: what
is is about cock-heads that drives me crazy?  That mushroom-like shape?
The way the slit winks at you like a seductive eye?  The precum that oozes
sexily out to lubricate the shaft?  Basically, what's not to like?

Peter had clambered up and was sat astride Lars's lap: his legs were
wrapped round his father's waist and he was resting his head on his chest.
Lars was stroking his son's back with one hand while he was beginning to
jack himself with the other: it was a beautiful image of father and son
together.  The men who were watching, spread around the rim of the pit,
were all jacking, pinching their nipples, loving what we were seeing...  I
saw Lars look around at us, slowly drinking in the sight of all these men
getting turned on watching him with his son.  His eyes found mine: he
smiled and raised his hand from his cock and gave me a small, friendly
wave...

Now Lars pulled Peter's head off his chest and looked straight into his
eyes.  He spoke: I couldn't hear what he said to the boy - that beautiful
little boy - but Peter nodded and raised his face up to his father.  Lars
bent down, parted his lips and we saw his tongue emerge and push into his
son's mouth.  Screens around the pit flickered into life and a magnificent
close-up of the father french-kissing his young son surrounded us.  A
collective hiss of desire and lust went up from the observers.  Oh my god -
this was incredible.  Lars and Peter were now snogging deeply: snogging was
the only word for it.  How did this child know how to snog so wonderfully?
Lars' right hand gripped the back of Peter's head pulled him forcefully
towards him.  His left hand grasped hold of his proudly jutting cock and
began to rub it against Peter's back, leaving a trail of sticky cum above
the waist-band of his little briefs.  It was amazing to watch: it really
looked like these two were in love with each other.  On the screens,
close-up shots focussed in on their mouths and we could see the father and
son's tongues flicking, jousting, fighting together, and long trails of
spit between their soft, sexy lips.

The snogging went on for a good five minutes, and the crowd grew
increasingly quiet as we watched.  Men were masturbating hard, and I think
several of them shot their loads just watching this, but I was determined
to hold on until the end...

Now Lars was kneeling up, still kissing Peter who still had his legs
wrapped around his dad's waist.  He gently laid Peter down on his back on
the mattress and knelt over him - the sight of this gorgeous man with his
beautiful young son under him was stunning.  It was obvious now that
Peter's little cock had stiffened in his briefs, and Lars bent down and
kissed it through the stretchy material.  Peter's little hips bucked in
response and I heard his light voice say something in Norwegian which
certainly sounded very encouraging to his dad.  Lars was masturbating hard
now over his son: he threw his head back and with his free hand, reached
down and began to grope Peter's crotch.  Peter responded by bucking even
harder - grinding his skinny hips against his dad's hand.  "Fucking hell",
I heard myself say.  By now I'd let go of the cock next to me: I needed to
concentrate on my own pleasure as I watched this amazing father-son scene
unfold before me.

Now Lars stopped masturbating, reached down and lifted Peter's hips up.  He
pulled the lime green briefs off in one swift movement, down and off over
Peter's feet.  Momentarily, Lars looked up at the men around him: our eyes
met again.  Quickly, he stood, left the bed, came to the edge of the pit,
and handed me Peter's briefs.  I took them as if they were a holy relic and
brought them to my nose: the smell of Peter was strong on them and I closed
my eyes, inhaling that magical scent of young boy.  My hand was speeding up
on my cock...

Back on the bed, Lars had produced a bottle of baby oil from somewhere - a
very large bottle.  He handed it to Peter who propped himself up on his
elbows as Lars manoeuvred himself into position so he was straddling his
son with his cock virtually in Peter's face.  It was amazing to watch this
young boy expertly pour a good dollop of oil into his hands and begin to
slick his father's cock with it.  Lars's head went back and he moaned
loudly and deeply as his son began to rub baby oil along his thick shaft.
Peter's hands weren't big enough to grasp the whole shaft, and he needed
both to grasp his dad's cock and get it properly lubed.

Now Lars reached down and turned Peter over.  Immediately, as though he
knew exactly what to do, Peter lifted his hips and reached back to part his
bum cheeks.  Instantly, the cameras were on his crack, showing us in high
definition that beautiful boy cunt.  And Lars was pouring baby oil straight
into it - a lot of oil, and with his thumb, rubbing it over and into that
tight hole.  Peter was moaning now too - in his high, little boy voice.
Whilst his right thumb was starting to penetrate his son's generously oiled
hole, Lars was rubbing his sticky, slimy cock with his left hand, and I
knew that he wasn't going to be able to wait long.

I saw Lars bend over Peter, whispering something in his ear.  His hands
never left him and he was rubbing the boys bum with oil now.  They seemed
to be having a conversation about something - I saw Peter nod his head
and...look towards me.  The next thing I knew, Lars was beckoning me into
the pit: "Yeah, come on Jim...come and join us...Peter would like it..."

As if in a dream, I lowered myself into the pit: several men around me
spoke.  "Lucky bastard!", "Fucking hell mate, and on your first visit
too..."  I walked towards the bed, and Lars and Peter both smiled at me.  I
was intensely aware of now being one of the watched rather than one of the
watchers... I felt a mixture of intense desire and acute
embarrassment... But the guys around the pit continued to masturbate,
apparently oblivious to my anxiety.

Lars spoke: "Jim, Peter would like to play with his new uncle.  Say hello
Peter"

"Hi" Peter spoke in a small voice and smiled gently at me.  My heart
melted.

"Hi Peter.  I'm your Uncle Jim", I said.  "I'd love to play with you and
your Dad."

"Just kneel there, Jim", said Lars.  And I did so - kneeling in front of
Peter who Lars now pulled up onto all fours.  Peter's cute face - and now I
could see how intensely blue his eyes were and how wonderfully full his
lips were - was millimetres away from my cock.  And Lars was taking up a
position behind his son that meant that only one thing was on his mind.  I
saw Lars grasp hold of his own cock and start to rub it up his son's
well-oiled crack: his face was fixed on mine and he nodded at me, gesturing
me to move close to Peter.  I shuffled forwards on my knees, and felt one
of Peter's small hands grasp my shaft - and saw his little tongue emerge
from his lips, and start to lick my cock head.  He looked up at me,
smiling... and then I saw Lars pushing harder against his son's bum, slowly
parting the boy's cheeks and forcing his cock into that tight, smooth hole.
It was amazing to me that Peter didn't leap off the bed in pain.  But he
seemed absolutely able and willing to take his Dad's hard, thick cock deep
into his little boy's guts.  In fact, he seemed to be pushing back onto
Lars's cock..

With a hiss, and a toss of his head, Lars was all the way in, and Peter
expertly swallowed my dripping cock.  And we were away.  Lars was not
holding back: he was fucking his son with a passion and intensity that
could have been shocking had it not been so wonderful.  Grabbing hold of
Peter's hips, skinny and fragile, he was literally drilling into the boy,
fucking deep, hard, fast.  Peter was grunting, moaning, and once cried out
in pain.  But Lars didn't stop or hold back for a moment.  He just kept
fucking, fucking, fucking...  Peter tried to suck me, but the force of his
Dad's thrusts meant that he just couldn't keep hold of me.  With a final
lick, he abandoned trying to pleasure us both at the same time, and I sat
back to simply watch this amazing show.  On the screens around me, there
were close-ups of Lars' cock as it pummelled the boy's hole: it was
impossible not to look at the sight of a hard, thick man-cock pushing
repeatedly into a tender young cunt, ramming all the way in, before being
withdrawn with sticky strings of baby-oil mixed with cum dragging between
the bellend and the cunt.

Lars was fucking the boy so hard that they were actually moving across the
bed.  With each thrust, Peter was jerked forward towards the bed-head. From
the edge of the pit came a kind of chant: "Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!"
(and I'm certain I heard a few 'Fuck it's! too) - men jacking and chanting
together as they were drawn into this mesmerising scene.

Now Peter had been jack-hammered right up to the bed-head and there was
nowhere else for them to move.  Lars just kept up the pace but I could
sense the climax coming soon.  He was starting to grunt - to pant heavily
through his mouth.  Peter was now literally crying with pain, and calling
out in Norwegian, it sounded as though he was begging Dad to stop... his
cries could be heard all round the barn, that high, clear voice of a young
boy.  But Lars was going to finish what he'd started, and he rammed roughly
into his son, pulling his boy all the way back onto his daddy cock.  His
orgasm started and he looked wildly at me, gesturing with his head that I
should resume my former position at Peter's mouth.  I pulled the boy away
from the bed-head and knelt in front of him.  I was too far gone to stop
jacking - and I simply spurted my third load of the evening all over the
boy's face.  Amazingly, it was a full load, thick and powrful, and it shot
repeatedly into Peter's hair, onto his eyes, and dribbled down his cheeks
and lips to his chin.  Despite the pain in his gut, and even with a little
smile on his lips, Peter reached up for my cock, and even while continuing
to receive his father's battering ram up his cunt, he opened his mouth and
took my spunk-drenched cock into it, sucking and licking as though it was
his favourite ice-cream.

On the screens around the pit I could see that Lars had cum into Peter, and
although his cock remained embedded deep in his son, cum was dripping out
from the boy's hole.  After one more deep thrust into the boy, Lars
withdrew, and the boy's hole squirted out the seed that had been planted
there.  Lars fell back onto the mattress, flat on his back, panting
heavily: he wiped his forehead with a forearm... and then Peter was on his
dad's cock, licking it just as he had been licking mine.  He seemed
determined to lick up and swallow all the cum that he could, and he even
lapped at the sheet where the cum that had squirted out of him had fallen.

I was dazed.  I wasn't entirely sure what had just happened.  But my body
felt a tingle and a warmth that I'd never felt before.  Now Peter and Lars
were kissing again - cummy kisses, and Lars was groping his son's cock and
cunt with tenderness and love.  Tentatively, I bent down and began to lick
Peter's hole - the hole where Lars's cock had been buried seconds before.
The taste of baby oil, Lars's cock and cum mingled with the funk of boy
hole, and I lost myself in the wonder of rimming a freshly ploughed
boy-cunt.

The lights in the pit were starting to dim.  Lars looked at me.  "Well
done, Jim, that was hot".

I started to answer, but before I could, something was thrown from the edge
of the pit, and hit me lightly on the head.  I reached round behind me -
and picked up Peter's briefs, now covered in several loads from the men who
had been watching us....


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