Date: Thu, 13 Aug 2015 15:12:28 +0200
From: Don Major <donmajor122@mail.com>
Subject: Pit Club 5

Chapter 5

Don't read this if you're easily shocked or are underage.  This is all
fiction, none of it ever happened, and I dont suggest you try any of it for
real either.

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If you've read this far then you must agree with me how beautiful the sight
of a large, hard man-cock penetrating a young, smooth, hairless boycunt is.
The engorged, sticky, mushroom-like head, pushing into that tight, warm
hole never fails to arouse me instantly and give me the most solid hard-on
imaginable: once that image is imprinted in my brain, my cock becomes so
incredibly sensitive, the slightest touch can send me over the edge - if I
don't stop stroking myself instantly I've lost it...I guess that's why I
was able to just keep on cumming time after time at the club, long past the
point where I'd normally have rolled over and gone to sleep.  That and the
incredible atmosphere of being surrounded by men who were all turned on by
the sheer depravity of the situation we had put ourselves in.

But it was getting really late by now and even with other pits lighting up,
I knew I had to rest: this was just the start of a weekend, and if I didn't
get some sleep soon, I'd be unable to savour the delights still to come.

As I moved away from the arena where we'd just recently finished watching
that young boy getting nailed by his dad and three other horny fuckers, I
saw Lars again hanging out near the bar.  I made my way over to him.

'Hey Lars...that was an amazing show that you and Peter gave us: it was so
wonderful to be part of that..he's a great kid!  And what a
cock-sucker...!'

Lars grinned: 'Yeah, I trained him well Started him real young - that way
they get to like it and want it too...just what a good dad should give his
son, eh?' - he winked suggestively at me.

'You're so right', I replied. 'It's the best way to train them up..and you
were so good with him!  I loved it...but I'm so tired now!  Literally
shagged out!  I need to sleep...'

'So why don't you come and sleep with me and Peter?', Lars asked.  'We're
camping outside - and out tent is big enough: Peter would love to see his
Uncle Jim again...'

'For real?', I replied?  'That would be awesome..if you really don't mind?'

'Not at all - come on: I need sleep too...' and with that, he took my hand
and we wandered out together past the guys who were stood round another
pit: I caught a glimpse of a pale, red-haired boy wearing a dog collar, on
all fours, surrounded by four large men, one of who had a whip in his
hand...I felt my footsteps turn..

Lars laughed and pulled me away.  'Oh no you don't', he said: 'come on -
sleep - then we can come back and enjoy tomorrow'.  Reluctantly, as the
red-haired boy's cries rang out, I followed him outside.

Outside, it was still dark, but above the trees, there was a faint glow of
dawn.  I was still naked, but the air was warm: and that had indeed been
the sea I had heard in the distance when I first arrived.  Now I could
clearly make out the sound of waves breaking on rocks...and could make out,
too, the outline of several tents pitched down a slope leading to a small
pool which was gleaming in the pale light filtering through the trees.
Some of these tents were dark and still: others had lights inside them so
that the silhouettes of the inhabitants moved across the canvas like
puppets.  Lars found his way to a small two-man tent and unzipped the
door-flap.  'Welcome to our humble abode, Jim', he grinned, and I crouched
down so that I could enter. I noticed immediately that Peter was not there.
Lars voiced my thoughts: 'He'll be with Miguel and Bruno', he said.  'Next
tent along....they all get on well, if you know what I mean.  They'll find
us in the morning.  Come on..lie down here and let's see if we can switch
off for a few hours.'  And with that he pulled me down next to him so that
he was spooning against me as we lay on a soft, thick duvet that filled the
floor of the tent.  His arms went round me; I felt his dick nuzzling
against my crack.  It was a toss up whether I turned towards him and
started to fondle him...or just lie still and allow myself to drift off. In
the event, nature took over, and within seconds I was deeply asleep,
completely spent, and unbelievably content.

I awoke what felt like seconds later, but must in fact have been several
hours, with light streaming into the tent and the sound of boys playing,
splashing and laughing outside.  I stirred slowly, sensing my cock feeling
raw and empty after last nights initiation to this new fellowship of men
who love boys... A sense of wellbeing and excitement coursed through me as
I wondered what today might bring.  The first thing it brought was Lars
bearing coffee.  He bent into the tent and offered me a brimming mugful:
'Hey, we thought you were never going to wake up Jim! It's 10.30!'

'What?  No way....!' I couldn't believe it.  I must have slept for six
hours, but it felt like just a moment ago that we'd stumbled into the tent
and lay down together.  My mind wandered to the red haired boy I'd glimpsed
on the way in..I wondered what that show had been like.... My cock stirred
again, so easily provoked by the material my mind was feeding it.

'Come and see Peter and Bruno' Lars said.  'They're swimming....and Miguel
is with them.'

I got myself out of the tent, sipping the scalding coffee once outside, and
stood looking down at the small pond we'd glimpsed last night.  In it, two
young boys - Peter, small, cute, skinny - and another older boy maybe about
14 - were splashing about playfully.  They were both naked. The older boy,
Bruno, was dark haired and from what I could see he was well built.  And
there, sitting on the edge of the pond , legs in the water to his knees,
was, I presumed, Miguel, Bruno's father.  My heart skipped a beat.  My god.
Miguel was a complete Adonis.  Clad in skimpy black speedos, he had the
body of a Greek god.  Muscled, sculpted, abs so defined they looked like a
cheese grater, and an amazing v-shaped inguinal crease that I just wanted
to get down and lick....His face was so handsome it made me feel giddy.  He
had a neat beard and moustache which gave him a serious, masculine
air...and his dark hair was soft and glossy.  He looked like the hottest
male model I'd ever seen or even imagined.  and yet when he saw Lars and me
he smiled so warmly and beautifully that it was impossible for my cock to
stay still.  Taking on a life of its own, I felt it spring to life,
revealing my innermost feelings with an unfailing honesty.

'Miguel, my friend Jim', Lars introduced us.

'Hi Jim...good to meet you.  New here aren't you?'

'Um..yeah', I mumbled.  'That's right...first time..amazing...'

I felt myself blushing intensely as Miguel's gaze bore into me.  It was
hopeless trying to hide my erect penis now, but it didn't seem to phase him
at all.  Instead, he pulled himself out of the pond and walked towards us.
My god.  Those legs...hairy, but not too hairy..that chest..hairy, but not
too hairy...this arms and shoulders...perfectly sculpted.... It was amazing
to see such beauty so lightly held in a man.  My eyes dropped to his
crotch.  His speedos were tight and wet, hiding nothing.  I could see the
outline of his cock and balls, moving from side to side as he approached.
I was bewitched.  He grinned.

'So..you like men, Jim?  And boys too, I think?'

'God, yes,' I replied.  'Love em both...we...I...sorry for
staring..only,.....'

'It's ok' Miguel grinned. 'We're here to appreciate beauty, right? I know
I'm beautiful.. But that's nothing to do with me!  Just the way I was
born... So let's just enjoy it, right, Jim?' He lay a hand on my shoulder
and leant in to plant a warm, sensual kiss on my lips. Fuck...my cock
sprang rigidly into life, jutting up hard and I felt Miguel's crotch easing
against mine.  Behind me, Lars came close too so that I was completely
surrounded by two gorgeous, sexy, friendly men.  We stood together for some
moments, quiet, breathing, hands gently stroking arms, hands, legs...and
then Miguel whispered in my ear: 'Come on Jim, let's go have some fun with
Lars and the boys'...

'That's a great idea',said Lars.  'Peter and Bruno love playing around with
us..you up for that, Jim?'

'Um, yeah, for sure I am', I mumbled.  My body was responding to the
delicious warm proximity of these two men, and my brain was starting to
whirr at the prospect of playing with two sexy young boys...fucking hell.
All that money I'd shelled out to be here was so worth it...

We wandered towards the edge of the pool where the boys were still
splashing around.  All of us were hard now: I couldn't take my eyes off
Miguel.  The speedos he was wearing simply accentuated the desireability of
his body and when I saw Lars slide an arm round Miguel's waist, I risked
doing the same...and then let my hand slide downwards, so that my right
hand was cupping his exquisite buttocks.  I squeezed gently, and he turned
to smile at me: 'Feels good, Jim...mind if I return the favour?'  And with
that I felt my own butt being fondled by this sexy, sensual man.

'Hey, boys!' called Lars.  'Time for some breakfast..come and get it!'
He'd spread out a blanket near the tent I'd slept in with him, and there
was juice in cartons and some rolls on a plate.  Laughing and shouting in
that wonderful boisterous way that boys have when they're excited, Peter
and Bruno emerged from the pond, both naked, both dripping wet.  Bruno's
physique was clearly visible now: a smooth, toned young body, and obviously
several years older than Peter.  The most arresting feature, however, was
his cock which, despite his still young age, seemed very large.  His balls
hung low too, and it was clear that he was going to take after his Dad in
the looks department.

We sat together on the blanket, eating and drinking, all totally
unselfconscious about our nudity..or, in Miguel's case, near- nudity.

'Ok boys..wanna play a nice game now?' said Lars.

'Sure', the boys chorused together.  'What are we going to play?!'

'How about copy-cat?', replied Lars.  'Peter..you know that one, don't
you?'

'Oh, yeah,' yelled Peter, excited. 'That's really fun...we copy everything
you and Miguel do, right?'

'Yes, that's it...only this time, I think you'll be copying Miguel and Jim,
and I'll just watch.  Sound ok to everyone?'

'Fine by me', said Miguel.  Bruno nodded.  I gulped: 'Yeah, whatever..let's
give it a go!'

'Ok', said Lars.  'So Jim and Miguel, you just fool around, and the boys
have to copy everything you do.  And I can make suggestions as you go
along, OK?'

Miguel stood and reached down with a warm hand, lifting me to my feet.
'Come on, Jim...let's show these boys how to have some real fun'.  And with
that he slid his arms round me, drew me close to him, leaned in close and
began to snog me with real passion.  I felt his hot, wet tongue invading my
mouth, his body pressing against mine, and his cock pushing hard into my
crotch.  I melted....it was pure passionate bliss.  His hands stroked my
back, grabbed my ass...he was grinding himself against my crotch.  I
responded by sliding my hands down over his butt and into his speedos...the
feel of his warm, firm flesh was amazing.

As we kissed, I heard giggles and sniggers from the two young boys next to
us.  Bruno spoke first, endearingly serious in his tone: 'Come on, Peter,
we have to do,everything they do...'

From a corner of my eye, I beheld the beautiful sight of these two boys
starting to kiss and grope each other, mimicking Miguel and me.  Bruno's
cock was hard, and for a young lad, it was actually very impressive..about
5" in its very obviously erect state.  Although Miguel's tongue was hard to
defy, I pulled away from him to watch these two cuties going at it as
though having sex together was the only thing they'd ever wanted in life.
Their hands grabbed each other's asses just the way Miguel and I had been
doing a moment ago.  And the sight of them snogging, tongues flicking
between their young mouths was truly beautiful.  Peter gave a little moan
of pleasure as Bruno stroked his back and ass and his own tiny cock was
responding in the most natural of ways.

Miguel gently pulled my face back towards him. He was grinning
widely...God, such perfect, white teeth.  He reached down to his crotch and
started to rub himself very lewdly; he bit his bottom lip and looked up at
me.  'Come on, Jim..I want your mouth on my cock....'

Needing no second biding I sank to my knees so that Miguel's bulging
speedos were right in front of me..his cock was pushing up against the
elastic of the waistband, clearly desperate to be free of its constraining
packaging. Fuck..it looked so big, so hard, so warm, so wonderful.  I
became aware that Lars was kneeling alongside me, holding a small camera
with which he filming the action between us all.  He too was sporting an
impressive had dick which he was rubbing with his spare hand. 'Fuck yes,
Jim , I want to see you suck on that' he snarled.  I certainly didn't need
further encouragement.  I sank forward with my face right into Manuel's
crotch, feeling and smelling his engorged penis under my mouth.  I licked
up and down the shaft, and he reached down to hold me tight against him.
'Mmmmnghhh', I moaned, as I reached up and slowly peeled away the soft,
tight fabric, releasing his member so that it sprang out and up, swinging
grossly and bouncing off my forehead.  I pulled the trunks down over
Miguel's powerful thighs, eyeing his wonderful balls released from their
cage too...With a careless kick, Miguel kicked his speedos away into some
nearby bushes.

On the ground next to us, Peter was now kneeling in front of Bruno.  My
god..what a sight, as that young child expertly, and with evident relish,
licked his way up the older boy's cock.  He was lapping at the cockhead,
and the sight of his innocent face loving every second of what he was doing
sent me back to Miguel's member with fresh passion.  Opening my mouth wide,
I slowly but determinedly swallowed the whole length of his cockhead and
shaft, right the way down into my gullet.  I found my face pressed up
against Miguel's pubes, a position I was only able to maintain by keeping
my throat wide open, and breathing through my nose.  Miguel's firm grip on
the back of my head helped too.  I gagged, and tried to pull away, but to
no avail.  He had a firm grip on me and clearly wanted to show Bruno the
right way to skullfuck a man. He started, slowly, to fuck my mouth, forcing
his meat right down into my throat.  The sensation was, literally,
stunning.  As he built momentum, I could feel his shaft travelling further
and further into my throat, cutting off my air supply, and his balls
slapping against my chin.  I clung to his hips and his ass to stop myself
being pushed over...my hand travelled to my own cock and I started to
masturbate.  What a feeling: being forced to swallow this hunk's delicious
cock, the sun on my shoulders, and two young boys next to us imitating
everything we were doing.

I could feel my tension begin to rise, but was determined not to shoot yet.
I yanked my head away from Miguel's cock, sat back on my heels, wiped my
mouth with the back of my hand, and turned to look at Bruno and Peter.
Once again, they were mirroring us to perfection.  Peter was kneeling, as I
had been, and enthusiastically swallowing down Bruno's impressive boy-cock.
Bruno was well into it, fucking Peter with as much gusto as his father had
been fucking me.  His hands were gripping Peter's head, and his hips -so
smooth and supple - were building a beautiful fuck-rhythm.  Lars, Miguel
and I watched, transfixed, this boy-on-boy action unfolding right in front
of us: for me, it was poetry in motion to see these two youngsters learning
about the joys of sex by simply copying me and Miguel.  For Lars and Miguel
the pleasure must have been even more intense as they watched their own
flesh and blood enact their own desires between them.

The three of us, watching, we're now wanking hard.  And from tents around
us, other men and boys had emerged.  We were no longer alone.  These other
men were also wanking, standing or kneeling, and I reckoned there were
about 10-15 of them by now...

Lars spoke up.  'Hey boys, why don't we change partners now?  Same game,
but this time Miguel and Bruno take the lead...Jim and Peter have to
follow..how does that sound?'

The boys parted and looked at us excitedly, both nodding.  'Yeah, cool!',
said Peter.  'Me and Uncle Jim can play again like we did last night...'

Now Miguel approached his son: his physical perfection was breathtaking,
and his erect, wet cock only accentuated it.  Bruno looked up at his father
expectantly.  'Que vamos a hacer?', he said, reverting to his mother
tongue.  'Ven aqui', replied Miguel..'come here..'  And then he knelt next
to his son, pulled him to him, and began, passionately, to kiss him The
sight of this father and son snogging deeply together was amazing.  They
were not holding back in any way.  I could see Miguel's tongue forcing its
way right into Bruno's mouth: the father's body was pressing up tightly
against the son's, and they were both groping each other's asses with what
could only be described as animal lust.  Men around us were moaning with
lust; the air itself seemed to be electrically charged...

I felt Peter timidly touch my shoulder.  'Uncle Jim..now we have to do
that'.  And to my my amazement, this small boy positioned himself in front
of me as I knelt on the ground, and lifted his sweet, innocent face to
mine.  He closed his eyes and parted his beautiful full, pink lips.  I
looked up at Lars, seeking his permission and approval.  But none was
needed.  He was already filming us, standing with his legs wide apart and
jacking himself fiercely: verbal permission was obsolete.  His body
language spoke eloquently for him.

I pulled Peter towards me, feeling my cock pushing into his warm, smooth
belly.  I slid my hands down his back and onto his bum...so warm!  So
smooth!  And in return I felt his little hands start to grip my own
asscheeks as I gently bent my head and began to kiss him.  My god.  What a
feeling.  This child responding to me with true desire: desire to please,
yes, but also, very clearly, a sexual desire that was as intense as my own.
As our tongues met and began to duel, I very quickly forgot about the men
who were standing around us, or the fact that we were being filmed..  It
was just me and Peter, man and boy, sharing intense and undeniable
longings.

But once again, my attention was pulled away from this intimate moment as
Miguel -not so gently - turned Bruno onto all fours, pushing the boys legs
wide apart with his foot.  Bruno knelt with his head hanging down and his
ass widely spread.  And his dad began to kiss, lick and suck up the boy's
crack: I could see the way Miguel flattened his tongue one moment to give
his son maximum contact, and the next jabbed a pointed tip into his cunt,
literally fucking his own son with his tongue.  Bruno was moaning and
moving his head around with intense pleasure.  Miguel gripped the boy's
hips so that he could force his tongue right up his son's crack and
cunt...and again, it just felt so beautifully right that these two should
be experiencing each other in this way.  Father and son, man and boy,
enjoying the pleasures of intense, animal pleasure without embarrassment or
shame.

And then there was Peter, kneeling in front of me, looking back over his
small, thin shoulders, smiling at me.  'Fuck my cunt,Uncle Jim!'  Lars
straddled his son, facing towards me, bent down and pulled Peter's ass wide
for me.  'Fuck him, Jim..I want him to feel another man inside him while I
watch'.  I bent down.  I put my hands on Peters beautiful, peach-like bum.
I began to lick.  'Mmmmmnngghhhh'...the groan of pleasure from my own lips
mingled with Peter's higher-pitched gasps of pleasure.  He was pushing
himself back onto me, and Lars' cock appeared just above the base of his
son's spine.  He was wet and jacking hard.  As I slurped up Peter's crack,
I took a mouthful of his father's cockhead.  Lars shouted aloud with lust:
'Oh fuck YES!....'  He went on...'Miguel, Jim, sorry....I need to see these
boys getting fucked now.  Just give it to them..please...Christ, I need to
see that...'

Miguel needed no further telling.  He sat back against a broad tree trunk,
legs bent at the knees and spread widely.  He held his cock in his right
hand, and was feeling his balls with his left.  Bruno knew the ropes.  With
his back to his Dad, he positioned himself so that he could slowly lower
himself straight onto his father's wet, sticky penis.  All of us watched in
awed silence as Bruno slowly but steadily sank down onto Miguel's hard
cock, down, down..his head twisting with the sensations coursing through
him... Men called out encouragement: 'Yeahhh!  Take it all!  You can do
it...'  And 'fuck that beautiful boy man, fuck him good for us'.  Miguel
only had to tilt his pelvis to push up further into Bruno and slowly he
began to do this.  His hands gripped his son around his waist, and between
them, as Bruno lowered himself, and Miguel fucked upwards, they were
finally united completely, with Miguel buried to the hilt in his son's ass.
They paused.  Miguel rested his head against Peter's back, and he kissed
his son's shoulders gently, almost maternally.  Bruno's face registered the
sensation of having his dad's cock buried all the way inside him: his
expression was a mixture of surprise, pain and desire.  Utterly beautiful
to see.

They began to fuck. Slowly at first, but quickly gathering pace.  They
moved as one...and the sight of Miguel's cock repeatedly piercing his son's
ass, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, made me forget what I
was supposed to be doing.  Until Peter reminded me...

'Come on Uncle Jim...fuck me like that...'  I realised that Peter didn't
want Bruno to think he couldn't handle what he could.  But there was no
danger that Peter would miss out.  I'd already seen his capabilities in the
pit with his own father.  And now here I was, with this child begging me to
fuck him, and fuck him hard like his friend Bruno.  And his own father,
masturbating, actually urging me on, camera in hand, ready to film us....

I assumed the same position the Miguel had taken up, sitting against the
other side of the tree.  And Peter came to me, pulling wide the bum which I
had so recently been rimming, and slowly lowered himself down onto my
penis.  I felt his tight boicunt gradually yield to the combined pressure
both he and I was exerting, and there was a sudden rush of entry into him
that made us both gasp..with pain, and with lust.  Soon, we were fucking as
intensely as Miguel and Bruno, Peter literally riding my cock, sitting all
the way down on me and then standing up so that my cock emerged fully,
ready to,plunge back inside him.  Lars was standing next to us, whispering
encouragement...he knelt and kissed Peter as I fucked him, and then kissed
me too, before kneeling back, continuing to film, and masturbate. Men
around us were shooting their loads thick and fast, and I knew that I was
going to cum too.

'Peter', I whispered, 'let me cum on your face again..I want to see my cum
on your face...'

Obediently he climbed off me, and I quickly knelt over his face...so young,
so innocent.  I unleashed a torrent of jizz that hit him square in an eye.
He flinched, but kept his mouth open, and I beheld that amazing sight of
man jizz dribbling over his hair, eyes, nose, cheeks, chin... And my load
was quickly joined by Lars', who shot loudly over his son, thrusting his
hips hard as he ejaculated.  'Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah....' he yelled, pumping
his cock furiously.

And then Miguel was joining us too, Bruno by his side.  Miguel pointed his
cock at Peter and as he went over the edge, unleashed another torrent onto
the youngster's face.  He shouted aloud too: 'Yeahhhh!  Si, si, si, toma,
toma....'  With three full,loads dumped onto him, Peter's face looked as
though it was disfigured in some way.  His features had become blurred as
our combined spunk mingled on him.  But he was a good boy and he was trying
to swallow as much as he could, his little tongue flicking out to take into
his mouth the jizz that his three horny lovers had dumped on him.  Bruno
was jacking himself too, and I could not resist bending over and taking his
cock into my mouth as he shot his load.  Mmmmm...sweet boy juice covered my
tongue, and I turned to kiss Miguel with it, snowballing his son's load
across slimy strings that stretched between our lips.  Lars was now kissing
Peter, their lips squelching together with the amount of cum on Peter's
face.  And then he joined with me and Miguel so that between us we were
sharing not only our own cum, but Bruno's too.

My god.  What an experience.  What a blissful, intense, happy, joyful,
lustful experience.  All of us now drained in our own way, cum everywhere,
but no sense of shame or regret....Miguel was stroking Bruno, and Lars was
wiping Peter's face with some tissue.  I didn't feel excluded in any way,
but rather part of an amazing new family of lovers who had generously
opened up and taken me in...

'Come on, boys!' shouted Lars.  'Last one in the pond is a sissy!'  And
together we ran helter-skelter down to the pool, jumping in with an
almighty splash, and feeling the cool, clear water washing us clean and
readying us for adventures to come.

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