Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 11:08:40 +0000 From: Ivor Sukwell Subject: We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On part 4 This story contains man/boy and boy/boy sex; it is pure masturbation fantasy, so you advised not to read it if those activities are not your `thing'. You should not continue beyond the title if the laws that apply where you live prohibit the reading of such material, be that on the grounds of religion, culture or age. If you choose to continue after this warning, then that is your choice and if you make that choice I hope you are not too disappointed. The story, as will become very obvious very early, is pure fantasy, and none of the characters exist outside of the imagination of the author. NOTE: I have attempted to reproduce the sounds made by teenagers in west London and some of the spelling may cause problems to readers who are not accustomed to English as it is spoken there. If you try to pronounce words as they are spelt then it should make some sense. Even though I have made this attempt I must say to the purist that I did not find it possible to reproduce all the swallowed consonants, strangulated vowels and glottal stops that are a common, everyday feature of this particular variety of English. Even Professor Higgins may have had a problem! We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On Chapter Four A Story by Ivor Sukwell It was Simon, always practical where sex was concerned, who said that their numbers were now wrong and that Edward would need to bring in a replacement for the departed Brian. "Lad called `Roger', Edward suggested; "Had him when he was eighteen, massive cock, loads of foreskin, and even at eighteen he was as smooth as Colin. First saw him naked in some showers when he was fifteen; just took three years before I had the chance to do him." "Any good?" an obvious boy question. "Superb kisser, at eighteen he was a bit into women, so he only wanted to thigh fuck, but if we get him at fifteen, I'm sure he can be shown what arse is for. Oh, and you'll know him Dave, bound to have met him at the sports club. Fred had him as well." Dave thought hard, a look of amazement slowly developing on his face. "Not Roger Erikson? He's fuckin' lush!" Edward nodded, Dave had got the right boy. "Never knew Fred done `im," Dave slightly pouted, "Coulda passed `im on!" "After your time, I think, Dave, you'd have been seventeen when Fred got inside his knickers." "Shit! Did I stop doin' it, then?" "Shall we say, you moved on and I had to find new cock to suck." "Daft cunt," came from Phil. "No worries here, though," Roy chortled, "You ain't never gonna make seventeen; you're stuck as a fifteen year old cocksucker." "Oh, shame," Phil grinned, "Think I'll manage!" "Quiet boys, I need to concentrate," Edward shushed them; "Saw Roger in showers so....let's turn on the poolside shower." The shower sprang into life, Phil, Dave, Myrfin and Colin watching opened mouthed their first demonstration of Edward's powers; up till that moment they hadn't even realised that there was a shower. "Now, let's see if we can get him in there." Edward shut his eyes and concentrated. "Oh fuck." "Shit!" "Bugger me!" "He is fuckin' gorgeous!" "Look at that fuckin' prick! It's fuckin' huge!" The boys whispered comments came not one at a time, but as a combined hissed gabble as the figure of a boy appeared in the shower. "How the fuck did I miss out on that?" Dave wondered aloud as he feasted his eyes on the fifteen year old who had appeared before them, a fifteen year old who still, for a moment or two more, still thought he was in the showers at his sports club. He was, indeed, fucking gorgeous! Blond, well built with legs to spunk over, and, apart from a neat, darker blond patch above his cock, not a hair on his body. Even when he lifted his arms to wash his face, there was not a single hair to be seen. And his cock! Soft, it was longer and thicker than any of the boys could boast when hard!" "I want that fuckin' cock," Phil dribbled, "That is so fuckin' lush!" The boy in the shower was beginning to realise that where he was did not quite fit the memory of where he thought he was, and he was concentrating less on his shower than his surroundings. "Hi, Rog," Dave suddenly called out, "Finish up an' come an' `av a beer." The boy in the shower, turned and stared at the group, and in particular at Dave, the one person he recognised. "What the fuck.........? Where the fuck.......? Where's me towel?" He finished as he searched around for the missing item. "Ain't got one, mate," Dave called cheerfully, "Come on over `ere; you'll soon dry orf." Roger was not a shy boy -- with equipment like his he had nothing to be shy about and he was quite used to being eyed up in the showers; he never actually showed off his stuff, but neither did he have any objections to others admiring it. Even so, the circumstances were unusual -- he had no idea where he was, it certainly was not his sports club, and, apart from Dave he'd never seen any of the others in his life. Edward, of course, he did not recognise, the Edward who had enjoyed him in bed had been a youth only a year or so older than himself. Not only did he not know where he was, the group that Dave was inviting him to join were all naked, and that was also unusual, unusual enough to make him hesitate. They were all looking at him as well, and it was fairly obvious they were not looking at his face! "Come on, mate," Dave called again, "There's `ot air blowers over `ere; dry yer orf in no time." Edward sighed, and created the necessary machine above them. Dave grinned. Slowly the boy ventured out, joined the group and sat on the longer indicated by Dave and tried to rationalise things; not easy with six boys and one man all staring at his groin. He took the offered beer from Dave, sipped it and asked the obvious; "What's goin' on?" Dave shrugged, "Too fuckin' complicated, mate," he said, "But we all wants a go at that fuckin' cock of yors." Roger blushed and his mouth dropped open. It was not the first time someone had indicated that they'd like a go at his cock and he had not always denied them the opportunity, but he was used to being asked in a slightly more subtle way! "Look, mate," Dave said, trying to make things crystal clear, "We's all `ere `cos we likes cock, an' yer've got a fuckin' lush one, so who yer wanna `ave it first?" Roger's confusion did not lessen, so Dave stuck a cigarette in his hand, lit it for him and had one more go at clarifying things. "We all sucks an' swallers, an' we all takes it up the arse, though that thing you got's gonna stretch one or two a bit," he giggled, "So who yer fancy `avin' first go at it?" When even this simple question did not bring a reply, Dave reached across and took the object of all their desires in his hand. Well, to be accurate, he got a bit of it in his hand -- his hand was nowhere near large enough to encompass it all. "Let `em see it `ard," Dave said, "Only fair if they's gonna swaller it." Beer in one hand, cigarette in the other, Roger was a shade slow in preventing the movement of Dave's hand, and his cock was being fondled before he could prevent it. He did start to make a noise of protest, but it died away as Dave coaxed him upright. A boy might say `no' before his cock is in a hand, but he rarely does when it is. When he'd got the boy solid, Dave took his hand away so all could admire the biggest prick any had ever seen. Roger, hard and twitching, decided that being admired was pleasant enough for him to no longer think about objecting. "How big is that fuckin' thing?" Phil breathed in admiration. "Seven and a half," Roger answered with pride, "An' a bit over six around." "Fuck me!" Roy was awestruck, his ample for thirteen, almost five inches dwarfed by this monster. "Fuckin' know it wen `ee does," Myrfin sniggered, "That's one fuckin' I really wanna see!" Roger was still, not unnaturally, struggling to come to terms with things. He'd walked into the showers at his sports club, found himself in a totally different shower in a totally unknown place, being given beer and cigarettes, well, one anyway, by a boy he vaguely knew, who was also naked, as were the five other boys with him, boys he had never seen in his life, all of whom were admiring his cock, offering to suck it for him and, if he was not mistaken, also offering themselves for fucking! Roger had never fucked anyone, boy or girl, and had never even thought about fucking a boy; that was an idea that had never even occurred to him. Now, if he wanted it, all he had to do was to decide which arse he fancied first! There was a man there as well, also naked, and Roger was pretty sure he was interested as well. Roger had heard about men like that, men who liked to do stuff with boys; well, Roger liked doing some stuff with boys, so it was not unreasonable that a man should as well. That was ok by him, he decided; if a man wanted his cock, then, yeh, well, he'd think about it. "Wanna see someone try an' swaller it as well," Colin sniggered, "Fuckin' choke ter death." "I will," Phil volunteered hopefully. His eyes were glazed with awe, admiration and lust at just the thought of having that wonderful length of boy cock in his mouth. "Wen yer last spunk?" "Yesterday," Roger answered without thinking, "Had a match today, so didn't wank this morning." "Oh, fuck!" Phil sighed, "That thing's gonna spunk bucketfuls!" "Who's first, then?" Simon asked Edward, expecting that, as was obviously his right, the man would claim that privilege. "Let Phil do the honours," Edward smiled, "He's creaming himself at the thought. I'll save my turn till tonight." "Oh, yes!" Phil whooped, leapt off his lounger and rushed to where Roger was sitting, still pretty unsure of what he had got himself into. "I fuckin' love cock," Phil whispered, more to himself than anyone else, and as he wrapped his hands around the biggest one he had ever seen, he carried on, "An' this one's fuckin' huge, fuckin' massive, fuckin' amazin'!" He poked out his tongue and licked the tip, tickling the long foreskin and then swirling his tongue round the covered head, which caused Roger to take in a sudden breath and tense up. He'd been sucked before -- he was fifteen and a boy, so of course he'd been sucked -- but only by boys who just opened their mouths and got as much in as they could, never by someone who adored cock like Phil did and who knew exactly what they wanted to do with it. A few licks up and down the long, thick shaft and Roger was trembling as well as still breathing deeply, and then Phil did open his mouth. He took in the whole, fat head where previous Roger suckers had never managed much more than half of it, and then, impossibly, began lowering his lips down the shaft, taking not just head, but the entire cock into his mouth, opening his throat to give himself room to get his lips right down to Roger's pubes. "Just where did this boy learn to deep throat?" Edward wondered before remembering that, big as he had been, his young teen prick was nowhere near the size of the thing Phil was swallowing now and that there would have been no need for Phil to demonstrate his ability on him. Even for Phil, this cock was a bit of a struggle, and he had to stop the first hip movements Roger began to make -- he needed to get used to the size before he could allow himself to be throat fucked. The man who had taught him this technique was big, but not this big! Once he became accustomed, he put his hands on Roger's hips and encouraged movement to start, using his hands to develop the timing, keeping the fucking gentle. Rhythm established, he allowed his hands to wander, cupping balls in their totally smooth sac, knowing that the first tightening of those balls would be his signal to come up the cock so it spurted in his mouth, not straight down his throat. No way did he want the hoped for billions of sperms to be squirted directly into his stomach -- he wanted to taste each and every one of them first! He felt thigh, unbelievably smooth thigh and a conversion took place in his mind. Up until that moment he had been a cock lover; any cock, cut or uncut, boy's or man's, he hadn't cared, now he was a boy adorer for life! Steadily his throat was fucked; Roger's breathing becoming slower, his pulse rate faster as his cock slid in and out of Phil's tight throat and almost a whole day's sperm began jostling for position in the impending discharge. Phil's ball cupping hand felt them move, tighten, and he eased off the prick, bringing it up so the head, still skin covered, rested on his tongue. He used his lips to finish the boy off, wanking cock with them clamped as tightly as he could round the hard pole in his mouth until Roger gave a gasp and a moan and shot and shot and shot. Possibly not enough to satisfy Phil, but more than enough for any normal boy cocksucker, Roger blasted his thick teen cream into Phil's eager mouth, and not one single sperm was wasted. Phil knew how to swallow spunk just as well as he knew how to swallow cock; over half went quickly down, the rest was held back, tasted, swilled round and finally allowed to trickle down his slightly bruised throat. "Fuckin' lovely cock," he whispered, when he'd made sure he'd milked out every last dribble and then given the cock in question a loving kiss on its tip, "An' fuckin' delishus spunk!" "Fuckin' amazin' suck an' all!" Roger managed to mutter as he tried to regain his breath. "That's wot we does `ere, mate," Dave chirped, "We sucks an' we fucks." There was a degree of competition as to who should be the one to introduce Roger to the delights of fucking boy arse; Roy made a strong claim, but the new boy was torn between slender, thirteen year old Simon and equally slender, delicious and just a bit older Myrfin. He settled on the older boy, although he did ask if the event could be delayed until he had fully recovered. In fact, as well as the necessary recovering from the amazing, deep throat suck that Phil had given him, he needed to get his mind in order a bit. How he came to be here was something that could be explored later, for now he had to accept he was here, and here -- as Dave had so succinctly put it -- was a place where boys sucked and fucked. Yes, ok, he'd been to bed with a couple of boys a few times, but those events had always ended up the same way, with him on top, the other boy on his back and Roger thigh fucking him while they kissed. Roger had always sort of pretended it was a girl he was with, so tonsil searching kissing was an obvious thing to do, and you did it with your eyes shut anyway, so it was easy to pretend. He'd sucked cock once or twice, but never for spunk, only as a way of getting the other boy in a frame of mind to go for the thigh fucking, and, of course, wanking with someone was ok because that was a boy thing and in no way interfered with one's unquestioned belief that one was a perfectly normal heterosexual. Now he'd been asked which of the other six boys he wanted to fuck first, really fuck, up the arse fuck, no pretend stuff, and he'd chosen Myrfin. Why had he chosen, slender, dark haired Myrfin? Because he looked really sexy, that's why! Roger had never before thought of a boy as being sexy, of looking sexy, of being -- he had to be honest with himself -- absolutely cock hardeningly gorgeous to look at naked. All six of them looked good naked, but Simon and Myrfin looked more than good; their bodies just screamed sex, sex and more sex, and if his balls had not just been emptied by that fantastic sucking, he knew that he'd have got an instant erection from just looking at them and thinking of his cock inside their arses. He was going to fuck a boy up the arse and he wanted to, no, not just wanted to, he was awash with excitement at the thought of doing it! Naturally, the other boys wanted to make a bit of an occasion of Roger's first time up a boy; they were all panting with desire at the idea of watching Roger's thick seven teenage inches disappearing up inside slender teenage Myrfin. All of them had taken Edward many times, but the general agreement was that Roger's was bigger than his, but also Roger was a boy, and boy fucking boy was seriously hot to watch. "You gotta let us see it," Roy pleaded, so turned on by the thought that he was actually slowly stroking his own hardness. "Yeh, please," Dave begged, wondering if he should suggest that the cock he was fondling -- it belonged to Simon -- might go in him as a warm up act for the main event. "I swallowed `im for you all to watch," Phil pointed out, still a little croaky, "So it's only fair." "Roger may not agree," Edward pointed out, "It'll be his first fuck and he might not want you lot staring at his every thrust." "Don't mind, honest," Roger lied; in truth he was scared soft by the prospect, but reasoned, correctly, that if he was to become an accepted part of this group, then fucking Myrfin as a show for them might not be a bad idea. "Yeh!" Dave yelled; "Can I do Simon first?" "Let's save that for another day," Edward suggested; "Myrfin'll need a bit of warming up first, so I was wondering about a little arse eating as a starter." All the boys, as was only to be expected, now loved having their cunts eaten out, but so far only Edward had done the eating, none of the boys as yet feeling brave enough to try it. "I'll give it a go," Roy bravely suggested, and when the others looked at him in surprise, he added, "Well, he fuckin' loves doin' it," pointing at Edward, "An' we all loves havin' it done ter us, so can't be too bad, can it." "Settled," Edward agreed, though he was slightly disappointed at missing out on an anal meal; he consoled himself by determining to have a good munch at Roger's hole in bed later that night. "We'll have dinner, and then you can do your things afterwards while the rest of us have cigars and brandy." "Oh wow," Dave enthused, "Posh meal, brilliant!" `Posh meals' were usually only on Sundays, Edward having decided that, much as he enjoyed the earthy qualities of his boys, a little sophistication would not go amiss, and may even help to make them a little more adventurous in their sexual activities, so, once a week, it was a formal dinner, followed by cigars and brandy. Even the thirteen year olds finding no problem with that part of the occasion. "List down what you want, boys, and we will dine at seven." The boys grabbed at the paper Edward provided and scribbled down their choices, all except Roger, who was a bit confused. "Whatever you fancy," Edward said in response to his unasked question. "Possibly soup of some sort for starter, followed by perhaps a roast, or fish, and a pudding to end with. Literally anything you want." Confusion began to slip towards embarrassment, boys from Roger's time and background had little, if any, experience of menus; family Sunday lunch was the height of their culinary experience. "I'll choose for you," Edward suggested, a suggestion to which Roger rapidly agreed, relief evident in his eyes. If being asked to select his meal was something of a shock, it was nothing compared with the amazement with which he regarded the dining room. A huge room and an enormous table running almost the entire length; a table big enough, Roger guessed, to seat fifty or more, and each place set with silver plates and cutlery. Lighting was by candelabra, ample to provide plenty of light, but somehow exotic and erotic at the same time. Edward sat at the head of the table, placing Roger beside him and to his left; the other boys taking seats at the same end of the table so they were grouped together. Prawn cocktail -- Roger had no idea what it was, but really liked it -- followed by fillet steak and topped off with a fruit salad, provided him with his best ever meal and that, combined with the glasses of wine he consumed and the easy atmosphere, helped move his mind towards the use he would shortly be putting his cock to. To some it may have appeared strange to see seven naked teenagers draped inside club armchairs easily big enough to accommodate two boys, each boy with brandy glass and fine Cuban cigar, but six of the boys were well used to the luxury that this new life brought with it, and Roger was learning fast. The chairs had been organised in a horseshoe around a central floor area that was piled high with cushions, which was where Roger was to stick his large cock inside a boy for the first time, after that boy had been treated to Roy's first attempt at analingus. It was to be a public performance of course; all agreeing that live porn was far more exciting to watch than any of the commercial stuff. After a couple of relaxed brandies, Myrfin arranged himself so he was facing the horseshoe of chairs, Roy, feeling slightly nervous now, positioning himself behind so everyone could get a good view of him lapping away at Myrfin's hole. The thirteen year old took a deep breath, grabbed Myrfin's hips and plunged his face into the boy's offered crack, hoping that it would not smell as bad as he feared. It didn't, of course --all the boys kept themselves scrupulously clean for situations like this - and relief flooded through him, enabling him to poke his tongue out and start licking. Roy found it strangely exciting to be licking a boy's cunt, and Myrfin thought it amazing to be eaten by a younger boy rather than by a man. Roy tried kissing the puckered brown hole, which must have worked because Myrfin's cunt pulsed and twitched; he tried getting his lips right against it and sucking hard, which made Myrfin groan with pleasure, and, at last, he tried poking his tongue at it, and, when that seemed ok, pushing tongue inside. The tip of Roy's tongue going just a fraction inside Myrfin's cunt sent waves of pure lust through both teenagers, and Roy ground his face into Myrfin's arse, trying desperately to get as much tongue inside boy cunt as the mechanics of the operation would allow. For his part, Myrfin pushed back against the hot, wet thing that was teasing his hole open. Both boys grunted, snuffled and squealed like rutting pigs. Myrfin opened his eyes, saw the watching boys all stimulating themselves -- Edward had permitted self-stimulation provided no orgasms were produced -- and pushed himself back even more onto Roy's now very definitely greedy face. Roy indulged himself in his new found delight far longer than was strictly necessary -- Myrfin had been fucked more than enough times to make taking even Roger's large prick no problem for him -- and when his mouth began to ache he stopped eating and used his fingers for a bit until he felt he was able to return to his surprisingly delicious meal. Eventually he was stopped by the other boys, all of whom were anxious to see Roger's seriously large cock disappearing inside Myrfin's hole. Still feeling distinctly uncertain about what he was going to do, Roger positioned himself, cock aimed at Myrfin's wet and now well opened pussy. Doubts clouded his mind -- would he stay hard when he tried to enter, or would his self convinced heterosexuality cause him to embarrassingly soften at the crucial moment? And even if he did manage to get it in, would the knowledge that he was actually inside a boy make him unable to continue? He had no cause to worry; once his cock had poked into Myrfin's hole, pushed past the ring and into the hot, velvet fuck sheath beyond, Roger lost all traces of thoughts about girl cunt and fucked with a lust that, when he later came down from his stupendous orgasm, shocked him to his core. "Oh, shit!" Myrfin hissed as Roger's long thickness penetrated him, "Oh fuckin' shit!" Both boys stayed still for a moment; Roger orientating his mind to the reality that his prick was inside a boy's arse and it was the best experience of his prick's life, Myrfin adjusting to the size of what was now inside him. It was only a brief pause in the action, Roger starting to thrust and Myrfin, the moment he felt movement inside him, pushing back on the welcome invader. "Fuckin' shit!" Myrfin exclaimed again when it was over and Roger's cream was leaking out from his now wide open hole, "You gotta get done by that, lads; fuckin' amazin when it's up you." Roger, for his part, beamed at his appreciative audience; "Promise I'll never think of a girl's cunt again," he grinned, "That was fuckin' mind bendin'." Watching boys enjoy themselves was something Edward did not think he would tire of. Until he discovered he was an alien, it was something he had only been able to enjoy through the media of badly made, illegal porn, but now the real thing took place before his eyes daily. Lithe, perfect teenage bodies joined in lust; boy sexually enjoying boy, kissing, sucking, fucking in every conceivable combination. Watching was good, but so was participating, and tonight he had splendid, fifteen year old Roger to participate with. The boy had accepted that he would be sharing Edward's bed without complaint -- perhaps his earlier sucking and fucking had helped there, and certainly the several glasses of brandy he had consumed had aided his acceptance. It was all weird, being here, having sex with boys; none of it made sense, but he was here, he had just had sex with boys and he had bloody well loved it! He was going to have to share the man's bed sooner or later, all the boys did, so it might as well be sooner. If he didn't like it.......well, there were six yummy boys to take any bad taste away. Strange really, one afternoon and evening and he was hooked on sex with boys; he went to Edward's bed with an open mind, wondering how different it would be, doing stuff with a sixty year old man. Things started slowly, Edward encouraging the boy to lie on top, solid cock between clenched thighs -- a position the man knew Roger liked -- and the kissing and fondling began. Roger had never been shy about kissing, he had been surprised a couple of times in the past when the boy he was having fun with was reluctant to open his mouth and do it properly, but there was no such problem with Edward. Both mouths opened on first lip contact and tongue twisting and tonsil searching began. Kissing a man was no worse than kissing a boy, Roger decided, and better than kissing a girl. That had been a major surprise when he first got a boy to do it properly, male on male kissing had none of the sloppy wetness he always found was part of doing it with a girl. Edward was good at it as well, and within a dozen or so tongue twirls, Roger completely forgot about the fact that he was lying naked on top of a sixty year old man and simply got on with enjoying himself. Enjoying himself was not at all difficult; the kissing was brilliant and Edward's hands were magic. Somehow Roger could feel just how much the man was appreciating his body as one hand stroked, felt and fondled his leg while the other did the same to his back. He knew he had good legs, firm, smooth thighs that he frequently stroked when he wanked, and sometimes visually admired when he did it in front of the full length mirror in his bedroom. Having someone else stroke and admire them was a real turn on and he had never realised his back was sexy before Edward's hand demonstrated that to him. Being in bed with a man was not at all bad, he decided, and allowed himself to enjoy being appreciatively fondled. "You really done me before?" he asked in a pause between kissing, Edward's fingers teasingly tracing up and down his crack. He knew from chatting with the other boys about how they all came to be here and that Edward had only brought in boys whose charms he had sampled. "Before for me," Edward smiled into his ear, "Not yet for you." The paradox was not easy to understand, so Edward explained more. "Had you when I was twenty one and you were eighteen," he explained; "You were well into girls, but you'd been with a man and a few boys, and you were bloody good in bed." Roger giggled shyly, though he did like being told he had been (would be?) good in bed. "Saw you first when you were the age you are now," Edward continued, "In the showers after an away match and thought you had the most wonderful cock I had ever seen." "Thanks," Roger muttered, slightly embarrassed. All boys are proud of their cocks in private, and most like being told they have a good one, but there is still a touch of residual embarrassment on receiving that information. "Did you fuck me, you know, when you had me when I'm eighteen?" The anachronism never occurred to the boy. "No," Edward sighed, "Never even got to suck you. You just laid on top, like you are now, and fucked my thighs till you spunked with your tongue down my throat." Roger grinned into Edward's shoulder, "Yeh," he admitted, "I like doin' it like that. "Your legs are still smooth at eighteen, but I just thought you might be a bit more horny at fifteen. And," Edward whispered this bit into Roger's ear, "I really fucking fancied you then and always regretted it took three years to get round to having you." There was just enough flattery in Edward's confession to make Roger feel good, and the finger tracing up and down his crack was turning his thoughts to what he knew was the inevitable. "You're gonna fuck me now, though, ain't you," he said; there was no question involved. Any concerns he had about being fucked disappeared when Edward started work on his arse. Watching Myrfin being eaten out was hot -- actually having it done was unbelievable! There was no way he could even begin to start to describe the feelings that flooded through him when Edward's tongue started flicking round his hole and when the man started using his lips as well, somehow sucking at it, he gave up even thinking about trying. Mouth, lips and tongue worked on him, slowly turning his hole into cunt, a place for cock to go into. Tongue tip went in first, sending shudders right through the boy's body, delightful shudders going through a delightful body. More tongue followed, poking wetly and hotly inside him, pushing through his outer defences, defences that no longer wished to defend. Little moans came from his mouth, though he had no idea he was moaning and the constrictions and relaxations of his sphinctre were not ordered or controlled by his mind, what was happening to him there was way beyond his control. Edward knew how to turn a boy into shuddering, moaning, gasping, desperate to be fucked flesh -- he'd had more than forty years of practice after all -- dozens and dozens of adolescents had come to realise that their arses were really cunts when subjected to Edward's skilful tongue. Fingers followed tongue into Roger, fingers inside him while his cock was inside Edward's wonderful mouth, and even a massive, thick orgasm, spunk coaxed out of him by Edward's mouth on his cock and his fingers inside him, rubbing his prostrate, did nothing to lessen his desire for cock, big cock, adult cock, old man' cock to use his hole for the cunt it had now become. He knew it was cock going inside him when it happened because it felt different from fingers, thicker and softer as the spongy head eased inside his gaping, finger stretched hole. It filled him differently from the fingers and when it started to move inside him he was unable to stop himself from moving back onto it, gradually learning to match movements so that he pushed back when the cock pushed in. Being fucked was like nothing he could even have dreamed of; it was as though his entire body had become cunt, every nerve ending he possessed was involved in what was happening inside him. He had no idea if Edward was taking him softly and gently or hard and fast; the only word that could come from his mouth was "More," repeated time and time again, a chanted mantra of fucking. "Fuckin' amazin'," was all he could say in answer to the boys at breakfast who asked him how he'd found it. "Just fuckin' amazin'."