Date: Thu, 16 Dec 1999 03:41:49 -0500
From: Jamie Anderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: I Hate Flying

                                     Warning.

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are not real. Towards the end of this tale there are some practices that are
down right dangerous unless they are under the control of someone who really
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                                     I Hate Flying.

Oh, I do fly when I have to, but I still hate it. However cruising men at the
airports makes up for some of my discomfort.

As it happened I wasn't cruising him, I was trying to read the departure
information from the TV screen when he stepped in front of me. My initial
reaction was irritation, then I gave him the once over.

Woof!

He was a good six inches taller than I am, quite well built and had a massive
chest. He had the most fantastic ass on him. Two perfect round spheres of
muscle. Only Negroes ever have buns like these. I like my partners to be bigger
than me, then they can pick me up and chuck me about the bed. He would be
perfect for that sort of play.

He was dressed in a white T-shirt, which emphasised his dark skin colour, and a
pair of jeans that he must have put on with a spray gun. God, the way the tight
denim hugged that ass. His luggage consisted of a sports bag, slung casually
over his shoulder. Mentally I begged him to turn round so I could see the rest
of him.

I got my wish. He turned round, caught me with the sports bag and sent me
flying. Ouch! I should be more careful what I wish for.

But he was all concerned as he helped me to my feet. As he did so I took the
opportunity to get a good look at his crotch. Holy Shit! Either he kept his
spare football socks in there or he was hung.

I dragged my eyes from his groin to his face and discovered he was quite
beautiful. Big brown eyes, thick, succulent lips. It almost hurt to look at him.
I instantly fell in lust.

"Gosh, I'm sorry. I'm so clumsy. It's my first time, see," he said, flashing
impossibly white teeth against his dark skin. He had a slight lilt to his voice,
in fact he sounded Welsh. Odd!

"First time?" I asked. Remember that my mind was on sex, not on travelling.

"Flying. I've never done it before," he said.

"Oh," said I, not wanting to sound too disappointed, "first do you know your
flight number?"

My heart skipped a beat as he read out the same flight as I was on.

"We're on the same flight. OK, first is the security check," I said, and led the
way.

As we stood in line waiting to get processed I was having the damndest job
trying not to stare at his basket, so I tried to make small talk. He had won a
trip to Florida and he was bubbling over with excitement about it. He had never
been outside the UK before and proudly showed me his passport.

That was a shock. His name was David Jones! His mother's parents had come from
the West Indies and his father was a Welsh miner with a warped sense of humour.
He had been brought up in the valleys, but when the mines had been closed his
family had moved to Cardiff, which at least explained the accent. He was 25
years old and now lived in Bristol.

It is a strange accent, the Welsh have. They sort of sing instead of speak, and
they have a habit of pronouncing each syllable as an individual word.

I introduced myself, Danny Roberts, I left out my title, well, I am on holiday.
I also left out the rest of the details, like, I'm gay, a size queen and at this
precise moment I'm having a lust attack. I'm also 5 foot 8, about 10 stones, or
140lb as they say in the USA, have red hair and quite a nice body, which I keep
in trim by playing squash and swimming.

"Are you two travelling together?" the security guy inquired.

"Er, not exactly. It is his first flight, and I'm showing him the ropes," I
replied.

"I'll process you together then," he said, and began the usual questions. When
he was finished he put little sticky labels on our baggage and off we went.

I explained the difference between carry-on baggage and checked baggage on the
way to check-in.

"Are you two travelling together?" inquired the bright young queen at the check-
in.

"Yes," I answered, as it was easier than going through the explanation all over
again.

The sweet young thing gave me a knowing grin and then processed our tickets. Oh
God, how I wished that what he was thinking was true. But I'd have bet a pound
to a penny that young Mr Jones was as straight as die.

However I ended up getting the aisle while David got the window seat next to me.
So off we went passing through immigration then on to the shop and bought our
Duty Frees. I was glad to notice that he didn't buy cigarettes, but settled on a
litre of Vodka. I chose a rather nice single malt, then we paid and left.

We were running well ahead of time, I led the way to one of the courtesy rooms
that are set aside for the holders of up-market credit cards. So, leaving all
the airport pond-life outside, I signed us both in and we picked a table. I got
David's order and went and made it up at the bar.

When I returned he was sprawled in one of the armchairs, his chunky thighs wide
apart and invitingly revealing that delicious bulge in all its glory. Mentally,
I got down on my knees between his legs and investigated things further. In
reality, I just drooled into my drink.

David was all excited about flying and going to America. I spent my time split
between answering his questions and picturing in my mind's eye how he would look
naked.

Eventually I wormed some info out of him. Just before he won the prize his
girlfriend, Deborah, had broken up with him. It had been an acrimonious split
and she had said some really harsh words. It appears that the expression "black
bastard who was only interested in one thing", had cut to the quick.

When he won the prize she had tried to wriggle her way back into his affections,
presumably with a view to taking the trip with him. His reaction had been to
tear the spare ticket up in front of her eyes. It appeared that the female half
of the population currently topped his shit list. Sadly I doubted if this would
in anyway assist me in my quest to get him out off his jeans.

When the time came round we made our way to the departure lounge. Despite my
warning David went through the metal detector with a bunch of keys on him. I
have never envied a security guard before, but I'd have given my eye-teeth to
have swapped places with him while he frisked David.

We boarded the plane, fought our way to our seats and put our carry-on luggage
in the overhead bins. Ever since the introduction of totally non-smoking flights
there has been lots of room in the overhead bins. All the smokers are still in
the lounge having a last gasp before an 8 hour forced abstinence. Of course they
will have to take what space is left when they board. Life is tough being an
addict these days.

The crew were all Americans, not surprising really as it was an American
airline, but the passengers seemed to be almost all British.

We got the safety lecture. I didn't really pay attention, but I did pull out the
safety card and plotted my route to the nearest emergency exit and figured out
how to open the door. I might as well do it when I'm calm and collected, rather
than during an emergency.

Take-off was smooth and soon we were all handed a little plastic tray of little
plastic food. I got my sandwiches out of my hand luggage and shared them with
David. All that I took from the tray was the wine. David ate half the
sandwiches, all of his meal and all of mine. He must have the gastrointestinal
tract of a horse as well as the cock of one.

The Captain came on and told us how high we were - that always frightens me -
how fast we were going and where we were on the face of the planet. All the
usual stuff. The trays were cleared away the windows shuttered and the movie
started. The movie didn't interest me so I got as comfortable as I could without
touching the black giant next to me and dosed off.

David nudged me back into the land of the living. Apparently the film was less
that gripping, but unlike most of the passengers he had not gone to sleep, he
had looked out of the window. This just proved how new he was to flying, as
there is bugger all to see at 35,000 feet mid-Atlantic.

"Is it supposed to do that?" he whispered to me.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked out of the window. Shit! There were
flames shooting out the rear of the outer engine.

"No," I whispered back, "I'll go and tell them."

I know a fair bit about human psychology and I had no wish to be in an enclosed
space with a panicking mob. So I made my way quietly to the galley where I found
the cabin crew taking their break.

"The outer port engine appears to be on fire," I said, as quietly and calmly as
I could.

The purser grabbed the phone and relayed the information to the flight deck.

"If you could return to your seat the Captain will be right with you," he said,
as he hung up the phone.

I returned to my seat and a moment or so later I saw the Captain making his way
down the aisle so I raised my hand and caught his attention.

He hunkered down and looked out.

"OK," he whispered, "it's not as bad as it looks but we'll have to land. I'll
get the second pilot to shut it down and set off the fire extinguishers, you
watch it and give me the nod if there is any change."

Then he got up and went back to the galley. We watched the flames as they
flickered and died. A long jet of black smoke replaced them. I looked in the
direction of the galley where the Captain was standing with the phone to his ear
and I nodded to him. He spoke into the phone, hung up and headed in my
direction.

"Right," he whispered to us, "They are clearing everything out of our path and
we are going to land at Gander. Just stay as calm as you are now. Oh, and
thanks, you handled this perfectly."

With that he was off and we watched the smoke. It didn't seem to be getting any
less. The engine noise slowly changed, as did our heading. Several minutes
passed and then the public address system kicked in.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. This is your Captain speaking. I am going
to have to make an unscheduled landing at Gander, Newfoundland. I'm afraid that
we will have to interrupt the film as it is standard routine to go through the
safety procedures before we make an unplanned landing. So please stay calm and
pay attention to the cabin crew. Thank you."

The cabin lights came on, the seatbelts sign lit up, the movie died and everyone
started talking at once. This time round everyone watched the cabin crew go
through the routine. I glanced out at the engine and it was still pouring smoke.

It took quite a while for someone else to notice, but again it was quietly
reported to the cabin crew.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain again. We are having problems with
the outer port engine and there is some smoke coming from it. This looks much
worse than it is, so please stay calm, as we are now on our final approach to
Gander. Cabin crew to your emergency positions. ensure that the doors are set to
automatic."

I grinned ironically as I realised that this was the first time that the word
emergency had been used. I suddenly realised that David was holding my hand.

The actual landing was perfectly normal. True, the emergency vehicles screaming
alongside us as we went into full reverse thrust was quite spectacular, but
other than that, a nice landing.

The moment we stopped the engine burst into flames but was immediately
extinguished when it was covered in foam. The right-hand doors were opened and
the emergency chutes inflated. People began calmly queuing to get off. It is the
sort of thing that makes you proud to be British.

"I think you had better let go now, people might talk," I said.

He looked at our clasped hands as if he was seeing them for the first time.

"Oh God. I'm sorry," he said, as he released me.

"It's OK. A normal reaction under the circumstances," I said, as we got up and
joined the line.

Sliding down the chute was quite fun and then we were led off to some busses
that took us to a vast room in the terminal.

Drinks and snacks were made available and we sat and waited. After about 3 hours
we were allowed back on board in small groups to collect our belongings. Then
moved to the arrival hall where we stood around the magic roundabout waiting for
our luggage. Customs and immigration were all very perfunctory. Finally we were
back in busses and heading for a hotel.

During this period David was in shock. Mind you I wasn't that much better. But
at least it hadn't happened on my first flight.

"Ah, Mr Jones and Mr Roberts, travelling together, will a double room be all
right? We are having to pack everyone in as best we can. There is a hurricane in
the Caribbean and a lot of flights have had to make a stopover here," said the
young lady, at the reception desk.

I looked at David questioningly, he looked quite pleased and nodded. We filled
in the forms, got the key, grabbed our stuff and headed for the lifts.

The room was excellent, TV, en suite bathroom, phone, mini-bar, but a double
bed. I got on the phone but there were no twin bedded rooms left. David didn't
seem to mind sharing a bed with me. Of course he didn't know that I was gay and
had the hots for him. That might have caused a radical rethink of his course of
action.

Now Newfoundland is cold, even in summer, and to compensate for this the central
heating seemed to be set to tropical. The mini bar's stock included two beers,
which went in the first 10 minutes. Then David began to take his clothes off!

At first he only stripped to the waist. I could just about cope with looking at
his beautifully defined muscles and trim waist. I suppressed an urge to lick him
all over. His shoes and socks followed, fortunately I am not a foot fetishist.
But then the pants came off and he was left only wearing a pair of white scants
that were hard pressed to contain him.

About there I was nearly biting clean through my bottom lip. Straight guys never
get in situations like this. They are never in a room with a female that they
fancy stripped down to the bare minimum. Even if they did end up there, at least
they would be expected to show some interest. Shit, this was worse than being in
the changing room at the swimming pool.

David scratched his nuts and said that he needed a pee as he got up and went
into the bathroom. I rolled over on the bed, pushed my face deep into the pillow
and screamed as quietly as I could.

Eventually it was time for dinner and he got dressed again. With my pulse rate
back down in double figures we went down to the dining room and found a table.

Dinner was either steak and chips or some vegetarian muck fit only for rabbits.
As I did not fight my way, tooth and nail, to the top of the food chain just to
be a vegetarian, I went for the steak. David did the same.

A bottle of wine appeared and the waitress said it was with the Captain's
compliments. About halfway through the meal the Captain appeared, in mufti, and
thanked us both for keeping so calm. We thanked him for the wine and asked how
long we would be in Gander.

"Please keep this to yourselves, but I doubt if they can get a reserve plane out
here tomorrow. That hurricane has tied up a lot of flights and it is really
chaos back at the head office. But we might be lucky, you never know," he said,
in a low voice.

We finished our meal, actually I left some and David cleaned my plate, we drank
our wine, then returned to our room. Although we could receive a lot of TV
stations we were in a strange half-hour time zone. Most time zones move a full
hour but Newfoundland is the oddball. Thus catching the News at the top of the
hour was not as easy as normal.

Eventually we got a News bulletin and discovered that the Captain was right, the
airline business was in a right mess and it would be most unlikely that we would
be leaving in the morning.

We watched TV for a while. Drank some of my single malt, which David loved, then
it was time for bed. David was discovering the weird feelings that are known as
jet lag.

David got in, still wearing his scants, and I stripped off to my underwear
before joining him. Normally I sleep naked but I thought it would be better if I
kept them on. Sleep came surprisingly easy, considering the day we had had.

My sleep was abruptly interrupted by an animal like roar followed by the bed
shaking violently. I was quite disoriented and took an age to find a light
switch during which the shaking continued.

The light revealed David lying and his whole body was shaking fiercely. Shit! He
was having a grand mal seizure. He had already gone through the tonic phase and
was now in the clonic phase. Not a lot I could do, except let it run its course.
It only lasted a few more seconds then he relaxed and began snoring.

Now I began checking him over. He hadn't bitten his tongue, good! But he had
foamed at the mouth. I pulled down one lower eyelid and checked. Yup, a bit
cyanotic, only to be expected as they use up oxygen at a Hell of a rate in the
tonic phase.

Next I pulled back the bedcovers, damn, urinary incontinence. Fortunately he had
gone for a pee just before bed so there wasn't much of a mess. However I took
his scants off.

I tried to be professional and detached, but I couldn't help having a look at
his tackle. Yes he was big, a nice, strong looking, cock. Uncircumcised and the
head looked to be large in diameter compared to the shaft. His balls lay loosely
in their coal black sack like two small hen's eggs. I felt my detachment
slipping so I finish the examination to see if he had done himself any damage,
he hadn't.

Next I started going through his things until I found the small bottle of
anticonvulsant pills. I read the dosage off the label, got a glass of water from
the bathroom, shook out two pills, woke him up and made him swallow them. He was
snoring again as soon as I let him lie back on the bed.

There were only 12 pills left in the bottle. This would be his day-to-day
supply, the rest must be in his kit. I put the bottle back where I found it. I
thought it a bit strange that he was on Phenobarbital, it was a rather old
treatment for his condition and it is quite addictive. But, he may have had a
bad reaction to the more modern drugs, so I thought no more about it.

I dried of the small damp patch on the bed as best I could, then washed his
scants in the hand basin, hung them on the radiator and went back to bed. The
fact that he now had a steaming stiffy was not easy to miss. I sighed quietly,
pulled the bedclothes over us and put the light out again.

That seemed to be the trigger that caused him to jump me. When an epilepsy
patient has had an attack several conditions may occur. One of these is a total
loss of inhibitions, this was what David was going through.

He got on top of me, forced his cock between my legs and went through the
motions of fucking me. Even if I had wanted to do something about it, I was in
no position to stop things. So I just went along with the ride, as it were. He
was, I must say, very forceful. I just hung on, but took the opportunity to feel
up his buns, they felt even better than they looked. Then he came and came and
came.

Of course he immediately went back to sleep. To be truthful he was never really
awake through out the entire incident. In most cases they also have amnesia and
remember nothing the next morning.

Moving inert bodies is a trick I have learned at work, in my job it comes in
handy. So I was able to roll him off me, put on the light and survey the new
damage.

My underwear was covered in his semen, as was the sheet on my side. I sighed got
up and stripped off. Yes, I did taste it, I am gay after all, and they were my
underpants. Then I cleaned everything up, including his cock. He didn't even
stop snoring while I was handling him.

I washed out my underpants and hung them next to his. Went back, rolled him onto
his side to stop the snoring and poured a large whisky, which I took to bed with
me.

After drinking it slowly I put out the light and rolled over. A muscular black
arm pulled me across the bed and cuddled me. So I somehow got to sleep again
with a large black cock pressed against my buns, not an easy task.

Next thing I knew it was morning. I lay and reviewed the horrors of the night. I
must have moved and disturbed him. I was still lying loosely in his arms and now
they closed tightly around me. While in the short term this was a very desirable
thing, it had an explosive potential.

Things began to go wrong when one hand wandered up my chest and found the
terrain to be a bit flat. David made a sort of grunt. The hand now moved swiftly
down and found things there to be anything but flat. I'm sorry, but it was not
my fault, besides, he had a stiffy too.

"Oh shit!" said David.

"It's all right, you have been holding me all night," I said, as casually as I
could.

"And you just let me?" he asked.

"You were rather insistent," I replied.

"We're naked!" he said, suspiciously.

"There were a couple of accidents. You had a seizure. You really should have
taken a little more of your medication after such a stressful day," I said, in
my professional voice.

Now perhaps I should take some time out to explain something. We doctors have
split personalities. I can be Danny Roberts, a nice, warm, loving human being,
or I can be Dr Roberts, a cool, detached professional. Some of my friends get
quite a fright if I change in front of them. Apparently Danny just vanishes and
Dr Roberts materialises in his place.

"You're some kind of doctor?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm a hospital consultant," I confessed.

"What happened to my pants?" he asked, and I could detect some dread in his
voice.

"You wet yourself during the seizure," I said, trying to be professional,
despite the fact he still had his arms round me.

"And did I wet yours too?" he asked.

"Er, no. That was the second accident," I said, keeping it as vague as possible.
There was no need for him to know exactly what happened as it would be most
embarrassing for him.

"I didn't make a fool of myself, did I?" he asked.

"After a seizure patients often lose their inhibitions and do things that they
would never normally do. Don't worry about it. I'm a doctor, I understand," I
said, avoiding his question.

"Did I try to have sex with you?" he asked, in a reluctant voice.

"Hmmm! Actually, you were quite successful. You got it between my legs and had
an orgasm. It is called frottage," I said. Damnation I was lecturing again. I
always do it and I know it makes me sound so bloody pompous.

"Oh my God! I'm sorry," he said, in a horrified voice.

"David, your brain was out to lunch. You were just acting on instinct. It is in
no way your fault," I said, trying to get back to being Dr Roberts.

"Not again, please God, not again," he said, sounding close to tears.

"It has happened before?" I asked.

"Yes, and terrible it was," he said.

"Want to tell me about it?" I asked, trying to get him off the subject of last
night.

"I was in the army - I didn't tell them, you know - the last attack that I had
was when I was a boy - I thought I'd grown out of it, see. Then I had a fit one
night in the barracks and tried to shag one of my mates. Oh, the rest of the
lads pulled me off him. The MO was quite understanding, like you, but the rest
of them wanted to beat me up for being a faggot. I never got to complete my
training. And now I'm doing it again," he said, mournfully.

"I'm not going to beat you up. So just relax and forget about it, please," I
said.

"FORGET about it? Will you forget about it?"

"No, I'll never forget about it as long as I live," I said, the truth would
maybe stop him going on about it.

"Huh?"

"David, as well as being a doctor, I'm also gay. Last night was, well, an
interesting experience for me."

"You just saying that to make me feel better, aren't you?"

"David, nobody says they're gay just to save someone's feelings. Besides as you
noticed earlier I have an erection."

"A lot of guys wake up with a stiffy, you're just piss proud, man," he said,
disbelief obvious in his voice.

"I have an erection because I'm in bed with you. It has been there all night and
it is still there because that cock of yours is running up the crack of my ass
and it is driving me mad!"

"You don't fancy me, do you?" he said, sounding slightly amused.

"YES!"

"Oh, you go for black guys then?"

"I don't know, you are the first one that I've been to bed with. But, if you are
anything to go on...."

It worked! I made him laugh. He thrust with his hips a couple of times
playfully.

"So your not mad at me for trying to shag you last night?" he asked, sounding a
good bit brighter.

"I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven."

Again he burst out laughing.

"I've never had a guy fancy me before," he said, in a slightly wistful sort of
way.

"I seriously doubt that. I'll bet there have been plenty who would have done
anything to get you into bed. You most likely never noticed. Anyway they would
have to be very brave just to make a pass at you."

"Come on man, I can spot a faggot a mile off."

"So you spotted me, but still got into bed with me?"

"You're different you are, you don't look like one."

"Oh, what does a faggot look like?"

"They are all nelly and effeminine," he said.

"Effeminate, is the word you're looking for. And no, we are not all effeminate.
Most of us look quite normal."

"Besides, you are a doctor," he said.

"Well, we can't all be women's hairdressers, fashion designers or airline
stewards," I answered.

"But a doctor?"

"I know gay doctors, engineers, street sweepers, athletes, you name the job,
I'll find you a gay guy doing it."

He fell silent and I think he got the idea I was mad at him so I snuggled back
against him and, to my surprise, he cuddled me.

Eventually we got up and I headed for the bathroom, he followed me in. He went
to the bowl and began pissing, there was no way that I could lose my erection
long enough to piss, so I stepped into the shower.

When I came out he was shaving, still naked. I was still stiff but tried to take
a leak. He finished shaving and washed his face. As he dried it he looked at me
straining. This did not, in any way, help matters.

"Can't get rid of your stiffy, can you?"

I made an affirmative grunt.

"We had a guy in the Army who had that problem, but we found the cure, you
know."

I grunted again.

David moved very fast. One second I was standing legs apart trying to piss, the
next I found he had thrust his leg between mine and lifted me up so I was
astride his thigh, my feet off the ground. His foot was on the rim of the pan,
his left arm round me trapping both my arms. Then he spat on his right palm and
wrapped his right hand round my cock and began jacking me off. As soon as I
realised what was happening I began to struggle.

"Just relax man, it won't take but a minute," he said.

He was quite right. What had happened earlier had made me hotter than Hell and
had eroded most of myself control. So, firmly held by a black giant, I watched
as my load sprayed up the wall behind the toilet seat.

"There you go boyo!" he said, as I shuddered in his grasp.

Gently he put me down.

"You see, the problem is all gone!" he said, and stepped into the shower.

I relieved myself, cleaned up the mess, then shaved. Presently he emerged from
the shower and began towelling himself dry.

"Did this guy suffer a lot from a permanent stiffy?"

"Yeah, almost every morning one of us bigger guys had to grab him and jack him
off," he said, wiping under his armpits.

"Fortunately he wasn't gay...."

"No, like I said, I can spot a gay guy - miles - away..."

He sort of dribbled out as the penny dropped with an almost audible clink.

"But he always fought us off," he said, rather lamely.

"However, did he try to keep out of range before you grabbed him?"

David shook his head.

"You mean he LIKED being held down and jacked off by a big guy?" he asked.

"I certainly did."

"But we were just horsing around, man! I mean, THAT wasn't having sex, was it?"
he asked.

"Ever thought of running for president of the USA?" I asked.

He sort of stood there shaking his head. The poor lad had been through a lot
recently and I don't think I was helping matters by explaining things.

Anyway we got dressed and went down for breakfast. It was pelting down with rain
and the announcement that we would be stopping in Gander for another day didn't
help improve anyone's mood.

There were only local papers available and they were not much use. We went back
to the room and watched the TV. Good Lord, and I thought British daytime TV was
the pits!

The room temperature was still to high and David stripped off again. I groaned.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"David, if I was a beautiful young girl, whom you fancied having sex with, and I
stripped down to my panties and bra, wouldn't you groan?"

He giggled and stepped between me and the TV set. The bulge in his scants was
right in front of my face. He made a grinding motion with his hips and the soft
fabric of the scants just brushed my nose. I felt the sweat forming on my
forehead. His thumbs slipped under the waistband of his scants and ever so
slowly he pulled them down. Inch by agonising inch the black shaft of his cock
appeared. As the waistband came below the end of his weapon it began to uncurl
and hang down.

I moved my hands under my thighs, to make sure that they stayed off him. Finally
his cock and balls were fully visible. I heard a whimper and realised it was me
that made it. God, it was hanging there right in front of my face. I could even
smell it.

A black hand with a pink palm wrapped round the shaft of it and stretched it a
bit. I watched as it grew from flaccid to fully erect. Not a word was said, but
I looked up at his face when he proffered his manhood to me. He just nodded and
I opened my mouth. He pushed his hips forward and brushed the head of it against
my lips.

Almost reverently I kissed the head of it. Then I began to push the foreskin
back with my lips to get at the naked head. He realised what I was doing and
helped me by pulling his foreskin back. His cock was much darker than he was and
the glans even blacker.

Lovingly I began to wet the head of it. As soon as I started his cock began to
reward me by oozing precum at a most enjoyable rate. As we proceeded it became
obvious from the noises he made that he had never had a proper blowjob in his
life. I cupped his balls in my hand and prepared to deep throat him.

Now this is a trick that you must carefully learn. That said, I knew that even I
was going to have my work cut out swallowing all that was on offer. However I
opened my throat and pushed forwards. When my lips touched his hand he gasped
with surprise and removed it. In a few moments I got right down to the short
hairs.

Normally it is a very satisfying feeling to have your nose in a guy's bush, his
balls brushing your chin and his cock right down your throat, but this time is
was special. I had never had my throat distended to this extent. I gulped and it
flexed in my gullet, I nearly came at that point.

I held it there for as long as I could and only pulled back when my ears started
ringing. Then I had to stop and catch my breath.

Using both hands, my tongue and lips I spent a happy 15 minutes, on my knees
before him, taking him on a trip through paradise. Finally, when I was tiring, I
drove him up to the edge by repeatedly forcing the head through my closed lips.
This feels like continuous entry and few guys can resist its allure.

"I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that man," he said, these were his first words
since we started, and his voice was a bit shaky.

Naturally I paid him no heed.

"No, I really mean it," he said.

I kept up the attack.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth, Danny?" he asked.

What a bloody stupid question, why would I go to all this trouble then miss the
fun part? I nodded my head.

"I'm cuming, boyo!" he groaned.

His hands held my head firmly as he took over and fucked my face. Almost
immediately my mouth was filled with his thick goo. Stroke after stroke he
pumped it into me. I couldn't get a chance to swallow, he was too far into my
mouth. I could feel it escaping my lips and running down my chin. I stroked the
bit of his cock behind his balls to encourage him to produce more.

Finally he released my head and I could at last drink what was in my mouth. He
began to back off but I got my hands on those gorgeous buns of his and began
massaging them. He stopped his retreat while I got the last few dribbles out of
him.

I managed to get my cock out of my pants and for a second time I deep throated
him. This time when I made his cock buck inside me I did shoot and it went all
over the TV screen.

We parted reluctantly and slowly. He seemed to be stunned and he sat down beside
me. I was rather astonished when his arm went round my shoulder.

"Man, that was unbelievable!" he said.

I made a happy noise and stroked his chest. He didn't try to stop me so I began
to explore his naked body.

"I mean, I just held it out to you, and you took it. I didn't have to beg you to
do it. Hell I didn't even ask you, you just sucked my cock!" he said.

 "I take it that Deborah wasn't too keen on sucking you off?"

"Hell no man. Shit, I used to have to really work at it to get her just to put
it in her mouth, and even then she never did what you did," he said, as I ran my
fingers over the muscles of his chest.

"A lot of women don't like sucking cock," I said, "but most gay guys love doing
it and, as you said, we are very good at it."

"But you swallowed the whole thing. Now that was awesome, man."

"It is a trick that I learned some time back. It's quite easy when you know
how," I said, as I ran my fingers through his pubic hair.

"And you let me shoot in your mouth!" he said, making no move to stop my hands
from wandering.

"That is the point of a blow job. I wanted to do that to you from the moment I
first saw you," I said.

I now had his cock in my hands and I laid it up on his belly. It was not fully
erect but it reached well above his navel. God, had I really deep throated all
that?

We sat in silence for a while. I played with his cock and he just let me. Then I
got up, cleaned off the TV and got us a couple of beers from the mini bar. We
sat there, his arm round me and me holding his cock and balls until it was
lunchtime.

After lunch we discovered the rain had stopped and we went for a walk. God alone
knows where the hotel was, but the place was dead. Then the rain started again
and we made a dash back to the hotel.

As soon as we got into the room David just stripped off, completely! So I did
the same. He turned the TV on and we watched the News for a while. He didn't
object when I started to fondle his cock and I never said a word when he cuddled
me against him.

"Have you ever been shagged?" he inquired, out of the blue.

"Sure, lots of times," I answered, while wondering if I had any chance of
sitting on that whopper of his.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"If sex hurts, you're doing it wrong."

"But, I mean, what's in it for you when a guy shoves his dick up your arse?" he
asked, not mincing his words.

"It rubs on my prostate gland."

"Your what?"

"It is a small gland, about the size of a chestnut, located just at the base of
my cock and it produces the milky white fluid for the sperm. If it gets rubbed
it is very, er, stimulating," I said. Shit, I was lecturing him again.

"And girls, they don't have one?"

"No. For them there is no great stimulation from anal sex," I said.

"What does it feel like when it is massaged?"

"Want me to show you?"

"There is no way any man shags me!"

"Relax I can use a finger. It was fun back when I was a medical student, every
so often I'd have to give a really cute guy a rectal examination," I said.

"A what?"

"Stick my finger up his bum, in layman's terms. I used to manage to brush his
prostate a few times," I said.

"But why?"

"It always gave them a stiffy," I said, giggling at the memory.

"Here let me show you," I said, slipping my fingers round behind his balls and
heading for his ring.

"I'm not too sure about this," he said, uncertainly.

 "Honest, it won't hurt and if it causes you any discomfort I'll stop. Trust me,
I'm a doctor," I said, as I slid onto my knees and slipped between his widely
spread legs.

First I wet my middle finger with spit and began to finger his ring. Just
rubbing it, not attempting any penetration. After a few moments he began to
relax and I slipped it into him without any trouble.

Now I took several deep breaths to get as much carbon dioxide out of my blood
and as much oxygen in. I got the head of his cock into my mouth and swallowed
the lot. As it was quite soft this was easy for me. The only trouble now was, I
couldn't breathe.

I located his prostate and set about massaging it. The effects were
instantaneous.

 "Fuckin' Hell!" he exclaimed, "I've never felt anything like that in my life
before."

His cock was rapidly becoming erect in my throat, getting longer and pushing
into me further as well as thicker and straining my throat to its limits.

This is what I had wanted to do to David when he was sitting, legs apart, in the
courtesy room back in London.

He was still raving on about how good it felt, straight guys seldom know about
the properties of their prostates and tend to go a bit OTT the first time it is
stimulated.

He was by now fully erect and his tightly curled, jet black, pubic hair was
tickling my nose. I cupped my free hand round his balls only to find them drawn
tightly up against the shaft of his cock.

Time was running out as my oxygen supply was being used up. I rubbed him just
behind his nuts, increased the stimulation on his prostate and gulped all at the
same time.

He screamed something incomprehensible and his cock suddenly got even bigger as
it set about discharging his load deep into my gullet.

Thank God he didn't grab my head and hold it that time, as I had to back off and
breathe after his third shot. This resulted in the remainder of his load hitting
me full on the face and I only managed to get to savour the taste of the dregs
that oozed out at the finish.

I sat there, his cock in my mouth and looked up at him. He was actually
sweating. I gently withdrew my finger and let him have his cock back. I could
feel his sperm grow cold as it trickled down my face.

"Phew! That was something else, boyo!" he said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"So now you know why I like being butt fucked?" I asked, grinning.

"But I've never cum so fast in my life," he said.

"Yup, let me get a finger in you, and you cum to order."

"Stand up," he said, and I got to my feet.

He wet his middle finger and slid it into me.

"It is a flat, solid feeling bit. Ah, yes that's it," I said, as his finger
found the spot.

He spat on his other hand and gave me a wet wank. I'm a bit more used to such
treatment so I could hold out a bit longer. But not too long, the moment I
imagined his cock being where his finger was I shot the lot. This time he got it
all over his chest. Its milky whiteness contrasted nicely with his dark skin.

"Let's have a bath," I suggested.

"Together?"

"Yeah, I'm kinky like that."

So I spent a happy hour lying in his arms in a tub of warm water, and it was
there that I first felt the gentle nuzzle of his soft lips against the back of
my neck, almost a kiss.

We got out and dried each other. Strange, he had no hang ups about touching my
cock or balls. We retired to the bed and lay on it, cuddling. Without any prior
warning he kissed me. Now I don't mean a peck on the cheek. He grabbed my head,
held it firm, planted his lips on mine and rammed his tongue right into my
mouth!

Naturally I co-operated fully making a meal of that soft pink tongue of his. By
the time we broke for air I was rock hard.

"What brought that on?" I asked.

"I just like kissing and you looked like you wanted to be kissed," he answered.
His Welsh accent and his Negroid features combined in a strange way and came
across as dead sexy.

So a wet Sunday afternoon was happily passed snogging, naked, in a strange hotel
room.

We dressed and went down for dinner. This time it was either chicken or some
ghastly veggie rubbish. I mean, for pity's sake, if God had meant us to be
vegetarians why did he make animals out of something as tasty as meat?

This time there were four little bottles of wine, the type you get with your
meal on a plane, delivered to our table with the compliments of the cabin crew.

We wined and dined then drifted into the bar for a while. Eventually David
nudged me and nodded in the direction of the bedroom.

When we got there I had hardly shut the door before he had me in his arms.
Somehow we managed to undress each other without breaking the kiss.

His hands were on my buns and I had a suspicion he was after my ass. He caressed
them for a while and I rubbed my stomach against his hard cock. A finger began
to explore my ring.

"Can I shag you, Danny?" he asked, breaking the kiss.

He sounded so much like a little boy trying to get his leg over for the first
time that I nearly laughed.

"OK, but have you ever butt fucked anyone before?"

He shook his head.

"Deborah wasn't into the kinky stuff?" I asked.

"Nope, a straight shag, about twice a month."

"Weren't there others?"

"There were no others, I was in the Army, remember."

"Right! Butt fucking is a bit different from a straight fuck. I can't dilate my
sphincter at will, so you'll have to finger me until I'm relaxed enough to take
you. Also I can't provide as much lubrication as a female so we will have to use
some lubricant," I said, slipping back into lecturing mode.

I got out the KY and we climbed onto the bed. I shoved a couple of pillows under
my groin to get the best angle, lay on them and parted my buns.

"Start with one finger and use a lot of jelly," I said.

The familiar feel of the cold KY touching my ring, a prelude to so many fucks in
the past, sent a shiver of delight running up my spine. Then the thought of that
piece of man meat that was soon going to be inside me made me shiver again.

"OK, pull out, add some more jelly and put two fingers in this time," I said.

He did as I asked and now I was opened up a little further.

"Right, spread your fingers as far as apart as you can and pull back a bit," I
said.

So it went, from two to three and from three to four. Then he slid as much of
his palm in as possible.

"God, I don't believe it. You can take my whole hand!"

"Actually I probably could, but you and I lack the experience for fisting
someone and besides we would need a much better lubricant."

"Fisting?"

"Putting your entire hand in, balling it up into a fist, and fucking me with
it."

"That's impossible, man!"

"Believe me it is nothing compared to what some guys can take. And speaking of
taking, I'm ready to take you. So gently pull your hand out, grease up your cock
and put it in SLOWLY!" I said.

The mattress sunk down a bit as he shifted his weight. I felt the head of it
touch my ring and it just kept moving. I gasped a bit as I felt the massive
glans enter me and I forced myself to relax by remembering that the shaft was
narrower than the girth of the head.

He took me at my word and slowly lowered himself into me. Gradually I took his
weight as well as his cock. As he had done a good job in slackening me I had no
trouble in getting the full length of him in, but my God, I did feel full back
there.

"That feels wonderful," he gasped, "you are so tight, you know."

"An adjective that may never be use again in conjunction with my ass, once
you've finished with it," I joked, and he gave a dirty snicker.

"Tell me, what does it feel like to have me up you?"

"It feels fantastic, especially when I do this," I said, squeezing his cock with
my ass and making it flex.

"Wow! Do that again," he said.

So I did it again, and then he started the fuck. Very short tentative strokes,
as if he was afraid of hurting me. I moved my hips and caused him to lengthen
his strokes and move more of his shaft through my ring.

"And what does it feel like now?"

"Well, remember when I had my finger up you?"

"Yes."

"Instead of a finger tip rubbing up against the spot I've got the shaft of your
cock there. If you take longer strokes it'll be better for both of us."

His strokes got even longer and then I began to push back hard against him on
his down strokes.

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Nope, I like it a bit rough. Now see just how far back you can pull it without
coming out completely."

He took my advice and at last the bulbous head of his meat was being pulled over
my hot spot. By moving my ass slightly I could get the head of it to push hard
against my prostate on the down strokes.

"Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"

"Last night you did it a LOT harder."

"Last night I wasn't in you."

"Not for the want of trying."

He giggled and fucked me a little bit harder.

"Last night you completely lost control, you were like an animal," I said.

"I was probably taking out all the frustration that the Army instructors had
built up over the years. They used to ridicule me for being black, see," he
said.

"And you didn't like that, boy?" I asked.

"Don't call me boy, don't you ever call me boy!" he said, emphasising the word,
boy, with vicious thrusts of his hips. At last I was getting the sort of sex
that I wanted.

"If you don't want to be called boy, fuck me like a man," I said.

He didn't bother to reply he just exploded into activity. Shit, last night he
wasn't fully conscious when he jumped me, now I was getting the real thing.

He had a good grip on me, so there was no escaping the consequences of my words.
However to ginger him up a bit I did my damnedest to break free. This had the
desired effect.

"No you don't white boy, you got a black cock up your arse and you don't get
away until I've finished shagging you," he panted.

Fortunately this sort of fuck is mercifully brief as my cock was being rubbed up
and down the pillows and I was very close to cuming. Try as I might I couldn't
stop it and with a groan I began messing the hotel bed linen.

This of course made my ring contract on his plunging manhood, which was all that
was needed. It went wild in my ass and his seed was forced into the deepest
recesses of my guts. It was all so intense that I nearly passed out.

It is blissful to lie on a bed, in a post-coital high, pressed into the bed by
the weight of the guy who has just taken you, his slowly softening cock buried
in your ass. After I while I squeezed it with my ass and it jumped, causing
David to groan.

"What the Hell happened, boyo?" he asked.

"Man! You fucked me properly."

"But you kept trying to get away."

"Yeah, that made you even more determined to have me," I answered.

"You bastard. You deliberately made me mad."

"That's right. Now on a scale of 1 to 10, how was that as a fuck?"

There was a very long silence.

"To tell the truth, I have never had such a fierce orgasm in my life. It was
frightening the way I felt when I shot my lot into you."

"Better or worse than Deborah?"

"She would NEVER let me shag her like that. Slow and gentle was all she would
ever let me do. I never got it all the way in her."

"So you prefer a really wild fuck?"

"Every time!"

There was another prolonged pause when neither of us spoke. Then I squeezed his
cock again, just to make it jump.

"But, what did you get out of it?" he asked.

"Remember, just at the end, when I tightened up and began squirming around?"

"Yes."

"That was me shooting into the pillow."

"I made you cum, just by shagging you?"

"Hell's teeth, I was fighting desperately not to cum."

"Wow," he said, and sounded quite proud of himself.

We parted slowly, I didn't want to let him have his cock back. It felt nice
inside me, soft and gentle. Wearily we made our way to the bathroom and I ran a
bath. For the second time I lay in his arms as we soaked our cares away.

The phone rang and I got out, grabbed a towel to wrap round me and answered it.
It was the desk. A plane would be ready at 9am the following morning. Breakfast
would be served from 6am, and we were advised to have an early night.

I cleaned up the pillow as best I could and we sat for a while, naked, watching
TV and drinking my whisky. Eventually the drivel on the haunted fish tank passed
my bullshit limit and I turned it off. Having nothing better to do we turned to
snogging.

"Danny, can I ask you a question?" he asked, when we eventually parted.

"Sure."

"Am I gay?"

"Let me see, you let me suck your cock."

"But that doesn't count."

"Ah, the old Clinton defence again. OK then, you fucked me."

"Hmm."

"You have just been kissing me and it gave you an erection. It is possible that
you have some gay tendencies," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"It's a bell curve."

"What's that?"

"Here I'll show you," I said, getting up and taking a sheet of hotel stationery
from the desk. On it I drew the familiar bell curve, with its peak slightly
offset to the right.

"It looks like a woman's breast, from above, without the nipple," he ventured,
but I ignored him as I was back in lecture mode.

"We'll label the left end as 100% gay and the right end as 100% straight. The
vertical axis is the percentage of the male population. Now here," I said,
drawing a line about one quarter of the way in from the left, "are the obligate
gay guys. They can only function sexually with another guy."

"And here," I said, marking off a similar line at the right, "are the obligate
straight guys, they can only have sex with a woman."

"But that would make the vast majority of males bisexual," he pointed out.

"And there, David, you have hit the nail on the head. Most guys prefer a partner
of one specific sex, but they are quite capable of doing it with either. So
technically they are not obligate straights or gays, they are facultative gays
or straights," I said.

"I think that you are making it all up."

"David, you had no problem with grabbing a guy and jacking him off, did you?"

"Oh come on man, that was just horseplay and you know it," he said, in his
lovely lilting accent.

"Now an obligate straight guy wouldn't have been able to do that. Oh by the way,
did it give you an erection when you did it?"

He paused and looked guilty.

"This always happens when you keep men away from women, they go to other men to
satisfy their needs. Prisons, ships, religious orders, single sex boarding
schools. Wherever you put men into a single sex environment, they start
displaying homosexual tendencies that they would never display normally."

"And where would you put yourself on the graph?" he asked.

"About here," I said, pointing to a spot on the paper.

"But that is just left of centre."

 "Correct, I prefer males in my bed but I can have sex with females."

"You've done it with a girl?"

"I've even had regular girlfriends."

"Duh!"

"I was young at the time and I wasn't sure if I was `going through a phase' or
not. David, some gay guys are so unsure of their sexuality that they actually
get married and have kids before they realise that they are gay. And on the
other hand, some gays do go straight."

He looked stunned.

"Where would you put me on the graph," he asked.

"I can't do that. Where would you put yourself?"

"About here then," he said, after a pause for thought, placing the pencil about
as far off centre to the right as I had indicated to the left.

"Fair enough, at least now you understand the question that you asked."

"But all these guys who muck about with other guys?"

"Ah yes, so many men, so little time," I said, and made him laugh.

We decided on an early night and we went to bed naked. I was blissfully happy
curled up in his arms, that cock of his lying against my buns rigid as ever.

"I'm horny again, fancy another shag," he whispered in my ear.

"Roll onto your back," I said.

He did, I got on my knees between his legs and, using both hands, I gave him a
wet wank. He relaxed and put his hands behind his head. I now brought my mouth
into play, concentrating my efforts on his glans.

He was getting close so I moved quickly and straddled him. Squatting over his
groin I guided his manhood to my backdoor and lowered away. Oh God I was spiked
again. As soon as he was fully home a moved my legs into the kneeling position.

"Since you are hung like a horse, I'll ride you like one. Gee-up!" I said, as I
began bouncing around. But he was too hot and two hands firmly caught my hips
and locked me in position, just off his body. Then his hips began thrusting as
hard as they had been going earlier, driving his shaft in and out of my guts.

When he came he pulled me down on him as hard as he could and drove his cock as
far into my body as it was possible to go. There it went into the spasms that
told me he was dumping his load inside me again.

When he had caught his breath he wrapped a wet hand round my cock and jacked me
off. He made no attempt to dodge my load as it went all up his chest and onto
his face.

I sat there for a while and enjoyed the cock in my ass.

"Man, I've never cum four times in one day before," he said, in wonder.

"Five, if you count the time you jumped me," I said, grinning.

"Ouch, don't remind me of it."

"Once I get you going, you are a fantastic ride," I said.

"You're great too. I don't have to buy you dinner, or presents, or take you to a
movie or a disco. I just have to ask you for a shag and you go and let me," he
said, in a sort of awed voice.

"Just snap your fingers and I'm yours," I said.

Then I ever so slowly pulled off him and that lovely black cock slid from my ass
leaving a void in my guts.

The next morning we were up at 5 and on the bus at 7. We checked in again and
went to the departure lounge. This time David had removed the keys and the
security man didn't get his jollies.

When we went to board the purser was waiting and took us to the left, instead of
to the right.

"We've upgraded you," he said.

This was the first time I have been in First Class and I was impressed. For a
starter lunch was not only edible, but also down right delicious! There were
also vast quantities and David again ended up eating anything that I left.

The Captain came back to talk to us and I mentioned that he really shouldn't
have upgraded us. He said that the Cabin Crew had done it. I was really quite
chuffed.

"They are still talking about the way you walked into the galley and calmly said
that the engine was on fire the same way someone would ask for a can of beer. I
know that the British are cool, but that was awesome," he said.

"I'm a doctor. For a while I worked in the Accident and Emergency department. In
A & E you quickly learn that things run better if you keep cool and calm at all
times. So it was quite easy," I said.

We chatted for a while then he moved on to speak to the others in First Class.

Unlike the last flight this one went like clockwork. We landed, cleared
immigration and customs, but now we would have to part.

As we came out of the arrival hall we could see a chauffeur holding up a card
with "David Jones" written on it.

"So David, we have come to the parting of the ways. I must say that you made a
potentially boring layover in Gander into a rather exciting time," I said,
trying to sound cheerful.

David looked very sad. I don't think he had realised we would be parting so
soon.

"Better not keep your driver waiting," I said.

Suddenly he brightened up and pulled out the envelope which contained his travel
documents. He ruffled through them and pulled one out.

"Yes!" he said, "I only tore up the plane ticket. I still have a double room at
the hotel for the rest of the fortnight. Do you want to share a room with me
again?"

David really was an expert at asking bloody stupid questions.

The chauffeur blinked once when David identified himself and once more when he
realised that I was the second party, but said nothing. At the hotel our luggage
was taken from us and David went up to reception while I hung slightly back.

Above the receptionist's head there was a large black and white photograph of a
rather stern and seriously uptight looking man. The legend under it informed me
that he was the founder of the hotel group and now the corporate president. I
remembered that I had read an article on him once and he was a religious zealot
of some sort. Insisted that every guest must find the bible open as some pious
verse every day.

"Ah Mr Jones, you have arrived at last. I hope you'll find it a bit warmer in
Florida than it was in Newfoundland. I have some good news for you. Since your
holiday got off to such a terrible start the Manager has decided that you, and
your good lady, can have the Honeymoon Suite," the receptionist said, with that
false brightness that Americans have when dealing with customers.

David stood tongue-tied for the moment. Not getting an immediate answer the girl
looked round and we made eye contact. She went bright red and began to lose her
composure.

"Oh dear. I suppose that I had better tell the truth. The town is full and we
let your room go. There were no bookings for the Honeymoon Suite but it is the
last room in the hotel, I haven't a twin room left," she said.

"It is alright, my dear, we had to bunk up together in Gander. He is quite
house-trained, doesn't snore too much or hog the blankets," I said, in my best
BBC accent.

She managed to smile and we went through the formalities of signing in. She made
a comment about loving our accents then a bellhop was summoned and handed our
key. He looked at the number and did a double take. Then he looked at the girl
questioningly. She nodded abruptly. He shrugged and grabbed our bags.

In the elevator I saw him eyeing David up. At the door of our room he unlocked
the door, threw it open and we entered. Ohmygawd there was a huge four poster
bed, just dripping in white lace. A humungous bowl of fruit stood on the coffee
table, next to an equally large floral display and on the dinning table was a
bottle of champagne on ice.

"One of us should have carried the other over the threshold," I quipped, making
the bellhop laugh.

"My God what a room!" exclaimed David, as he took in the overwhelming
pretentiousness of the place.

I dug out a note and gave it to the bellhop. He thanked me and, as David was not
looking in our direction, the young scallywag ogled David's basket, looked at me
and rolled his eyes. I patted his buns as I showed him out and he made no move
to dodge away, he just grinned.

I went across to the phone and dug out my travel documents. I got the phone
number of the hotel I should have been at and called to cancel my booking.
Happily they were overbooked and there was no cancellation fee.

Yup, there was the open bible on the bedside cabinet. I closed it and stuck it
in the drawer.

By then David had taken in the entire suite. It appeared that the bathroom
seemed to be a marble shrine to the god of cleanliness. There were marble steps
leading up to a half sunken, massive, circular bathtub with gold plated
fittings. Good God you could have got a rugby team in there. In fact it all
belonged on a Hollywood sound stage.

David rooted around in my hand baggage, pulled out the tube of KY and held it up
in his left hand. Then he very deliberately snapped the fingers of his right
hand.

I wondered if David was into role-playing. However it was worth a try. I
undressed as quickly as I could and went over to him.

"Your wish is my command, Master," I said.

"Take my cock out and suck it till it is hard, boy," he replied, in a commanding
voice.

As I got his wedding tackle out of his jeans I wondered how far he would go with
the game. Thank goodness he didn't want me to take it out just using my mouth
because it was as hard as a rock before I even got to it.

I started with the head then after a while when I was bored with just that, I
deep throated him. He made appreciative noises, being too far gone to carry on a
rational conversation. I then backed right off and stood up.

In seconds I had two of his fingers in my ass pushing KY into me and his tongue
was in my mouth and going for my tonsils.

"You need a good shagging, that's what you need," he said, when he had finished
licking the inside of my mouth.

"Which position do you intend to take me, Master?" I asked.

"Position?"

Oops, he was getting out of character, I'd better try to save him.

"Face down - bum up, playing horsy - like last night, up against the wall, bent
over the table, doggy style, or the missionary position?" I offered.

"Can two men do it in the missionary position?"

I walked over to the bed and lay on my back, raised my legs and opened them. He
got the idea, climbed on the bed and crawled between them. I then rested my
ankles on his shoulders.

He greased up his cock, but did not remove his clothes.

"Now boy, you're going to get the shagging of your life, so you are," he said,
grinning evilly.

The missionary position is a favourite of mine. It allows both of you to watch
the cock doing the fucking, it allows you to kiss and hug. Why if you are very
supple, the top can suck the other guy and fuck him at the same time. But its
one slight disadvantage is, the top guy is in total control of the bottom,
unless the bottom is incredibly strong.

So there was nothing that I could do as he slid it in to the hilt in one thrust.
I made a whooshing noise and he looked down at me and grinned.

"That's what you like, a big black cock, right up you, isn't it, boy?" he said,
giving a few testing thrusts.

"Yes Master," I replied, dutifully.

"Tell me what you need, boy," he commanded.

"I need to be fucked until I can hardly walk straight. I need to feel you use my
ass to dump your seed in. I need it to be shoved so far up my ass that I can
taste it, Master," I said.

With each sentence he got more turned on. He bent forwards crushing me against
the mattress. His lips touched mine and his tongue instantly pushed its way
passed my teeth. Getting in me at both ends seemed to wake up the animal inside
him. His hands slid up my back and hooked over my shoulder. He pulled me down
the bed and into a better position to be fucked.

Then he started. I had often heard it said that Negroes can be wild in bed. I
had also heard it said that they are all well hung, although from my job I knew
that's not true. I had additionally heard the expression, "Once you try Black,
you never go back."

As he ravished my ass I suddenly realise that there might be a grain of truth in
the last one. Any coyness that he had had about fucking me had gone. I was being
used for his pleasure. Although later he might be full of remorse, at this time
he was fucking me as hard as he could.

His cock churned up my guts and his shirt and belly kept rubbing madly over my
erection. It was no good, the bugger was taking me, unwillingly, over the edge
and because his tongue was effectively gagging me I couldn't even tell him.

I thrashed about under him in the throes of my orgasm and hoped that I would
take him too. My luck was in, before I had finished messing him he was
redecorating my innards. I revelled in the sensation of his cock pumping inside
me as he slowly subsided and his hips stopped thrusting. We lay there holding
our position for ages.

"I'm sorry Master, I came all over your shirt and belly," I said, staying in
character.

"Oh Christ, I lost control again, and this time I did it myself," he said, in an
awed voice.

Obviously the role-playing was over.

"I hope you can remember how to do it. When you lose control you are the wildest
fuck on earth," I said, also dropping out of character.

He got off me and we gently uncoupled. My load was everywhere, all over my
belly, in my pubes, in his pubes, all over his shirt and even on his jeans. So
the least I could do was lick him clean. Now that shook him rigid.

We left the champagne on the ice, I hate it too early in the day. I got cleaned
up and dressed, David got changed, and we went out for a walk. It was a pleasant
day, not yet too hot, and returned to the hotel for lunch.

About half way through the meal the bellhop came to our table.

"Mr Jones' car has been delivered. If you could call by the reception and sign
the rental agreement after lunch," he said.

I noticed that he was standing in a position to view David's basket. David gave
him a 5-megawatt smile and the kid beamed as he left.

The size of the portions over there, they are so big. Thank goodness David eats
a lot otherwise half of mine would have ended up in the bin.

We went to the reception and asked for the car's papers. As he had never driven
on the left before, and I quietly reminded him, he should not drive after an
epileptic fit until his doctor had given him the OK, I got signed up as an
additional driver.

That afternoon I took David on his first visit to a Mall. It was a rather large
one and it took us most of the afternoon to get round it. David was amazed at
the sheer size of it.

After we got back I casually suggested a nice relaxing bath. David agreed and I
went and ran one. When I returned to the bedroom he was standing in the middle
of the room looking out of the window at the beach with his back to me.

I went up behind him and put my arms round his waist. Then I turned him to face
the full-length mirror that was on the door of the walk-in wardrobe. Next I
unbuckled his belt and pulled his T-shirt up out of his pants and then pulled it
over his head.

We both watched as my hands explored his chest. Tentatively I toyed with his
nipples and he made happy noises as they became erect in my fingers.

By then it was time to caress that basket of his. I found he was already loading
his shotgun and I traced its outline through his jeans. Being a bastard I got
him fully erect before proceeding to unbutton his fly.

I always think button flies are so much sexier than zip ones. There is never the
frustration of getting it caught in the underwear on the way down, or even
worse, the absolute agony of it catching on the foreskin on the way up!

No, with buttons you can undo them one at a time and make a meal of each one.
So, by the time his jeans fell to his ankles his scants were tented out,
stretched to their limits in a futile effort to cover that big black meat bone
of his.

I looked at the reflection of his face. He was staring at my hands as they slid
in through the leg holes of his scants. His brow was breaking out in sweat. I
wrapped one hand round the shaft and pulled back his foreskin, then ran my thumb
over the eye of his cock. It was already moist and I spread the precum all over
the head. This induced him to produce more.

My other hand weighed those nuts of his. At the moment they hung slack and
rested nicely in my hand. I knew that they contained his seed and soon that
would not be in his body, but in mine. At last I released his tackle and took
his scants off.

"That was the sexiest strip that I have ever seen, and it was me that was being
stripped," he said.

"I have a feeling that the position of the mirrors in this room are not exactly
accidental. If you notice, from the bed you can see yourself from almost every
angle. I'm a bit surprised that there isn't one on the ceiling," I said, and he
giggled at the thought.

"Now just let me get out of my togs, then we're going into that big bath and I
am going to sit on that," I said, giving his todger a playful squeeze.

I got out of my clothes as quickly as I could and when I was bending over taking
off my socks I felt the cold KY being pushed through my ring by his strong
fingers. Even after I had taken off my socks he would not let me stand up
straight. Eventually he had all four fingers in me. He wiggled them and I sighed
with happiness.

"I still can hardly believe that I have most of my hand in you, and I don't
believe anyone can take a fist," he said, making me sigh again.

"David, some guys can take 2 hands at once," I said.

"Fucking Hell!" he exclaimed, "Now that must really hurt."

"Some people get off on pain, but I have no doubt that it is within the
elasticity of the outer anal sphincter," I lectured. I really must stop doing
that.

His hand slipped from me, I wanted to cry out, but didn't as I knew he was
greasing up something that was even more fun than a hand.

Ah, the pleasure as the head of his cock fitted snugly inside me. I backed onto
him until I could feel the hairs of his bush press against my buns. Then I
reached back, spread my ass cheeks and pushed back again getting the full length
into my ass.

"You really do like a cock up your arse, don't you?" he asked.

"I'm not normally this eager, but this cock is different," I said.

"Tell me."

"It is big. It is black. And most important, it belongs to you," I said.

"Ah so you ARE into black guys?"

"I am now, or rather there is a black guy into me."

He laughed, straightened me up, put his arms round me and lifted me up. Then he
walked, carrying me with his cock firmly in me, which was a novel sensation,
into the bathroom, up the marble steps and he got into the bath.

I sat, bouncing up and down on his lap like a restless child. When we tired of
that I carefully turned round, without parting from him, until I sat facing him.
Then the kissing began. I think he was trying to get his tongue far enough down
my throat so that he could lick the end of his cock.

Then he cheated by grabbing me by the cock and giving me a soapy wank. God did
that make me wriggle around on his black pudding. Just before he made me shoot
he flipped us both over and put my legs over his shoulder. He grabbed me with
his left arm and continued the soapy wanking with his right hand. His lips met
mine and his tongue was rammed into my mouth. As soon as he began that desperate
humping of his hips I knew I was lost.

He did not come with me this time he hung on for about a minute, but my orgasm
made his thrusts more frenetic, until finally, his load was streaming into my
guts.

When he recovered he rolled us over so I was siting on his lap facing him again.
We sat kissing, his slowly shrinking manhood still hidden in my back passage.
This was the first time that anyone has left his cock in me until it became
totally soft, and I enjoyed it greatly.

In the fullness of time we had to get out or we would be totally shrivelled. We
dried each other and retired to lie on the bed, drinking our champagne and
kissing. To get our minds off sex we put on our swimming trunks and the
luxurious white dressing gowns that the hotel had provided, grabbed two dry
towels and went down to the pool.

I take my swimming seriously and did my regular 15 lengths of the pool. Then I
climbed out and lay on a sun bed. David was more of a recreational swimmer and
was still happy to play about in the water close to me.

"Excuse me, Mr Roberts, but may I have a word with you."

The voice was discreet and respectful. I opened my eyes and squinted up at the
speaker, it was the bellhop from this morning.

"Yes, of course, er, what is your name?"

"Jimmy, Mr Roberts. It is about the tip you gave me this morning. Did you
realise that it was a twenty?"

I grinned.

"You see," he continued, "a lot of foreigners get caught by dollar bills all
being the same size and colour."

"Actually I did know it was a twenty, but you are an honest lad."

"Twenty is a rather large tip."

"Jimmy, I had just been told that I need not pay for a hotel room or a car for
this trip. That means I'll save the cost of the two most expensive items of my
vacation. So I'm up over $2,000 and you're up $20," I explained.

"You just picked him up!" he said, nodding to David.

"Yup, on the flight over, well, on the stopover in Gander, to be precise."

"Is he really as big as he looks," he asked.

I nodded. Jimmy gulped.

"Can I watch?" he asked.

"Watch what?"

"Watch you two on the job," he said, cheekily.

"You are a voyeur? You get a kick out of watching others on the job?" I asked,
with a smile.

"Heck no. I just want to see him in action."

"Pity you didn't ask earlier. OK I'll ask him if he minds and if he doesn't
object we can discuss it further," I said.

"Discuss it further?"

"Well, for a starter, what's in it for me?"

Jimmy paused for a moment.

"I'll let you suck my cock."

"Kid, at the moment I'm getting to suck all the cock that I want. I get to deep
throat him about twice day."

"Christ! You can take him down your throat?" said Jimmy, sounding genuinely
impressed.

"So what is your next offer?"

"I'll suck your cock."

"It'll cost you your ass, kid. I haven't managed to roll him over yet and I
fancy being on top for a change," I said, in a semi-serious voice.

Jimmy nodded eagerly.

"But remember it is conditional on him agreeing," I reminded him.

"OK, I'm off for the next two days," he said, and quite abruptly left.

I closed my eyes but was almost immediately disturbed.

"Was our bellhop annoying you sir?"

I opened my eyes again and saw a skinny young man in a business suit. He had
lower-management stamped all over him. For some reason I went off him instantly.

"No, quite the contrary. I had tipped him a twenty this morning by mistake and
he had come over to hand it back. However I was so impressed with his honesty
that I let him keep it. I always find honesty so refreshing in today's grasping
and materialistic society that I think it should be rewarded, don't you?" I
said, lying through my teeth.

"Er, yes sir. I'm glad that our staff are so trustworthy," he stuttered. My
reply had caught him completely off guard. I would have to warn Jimmy that this
guy was onto him. I sat up and looked at his name badge, Andrew Patterson was
engraved on it.

He left and David pulled himself out of the water.

"What was all that about?" he asked.

"Let's go to our room and I'll fill you in there," I said.

Back in the room I told him about the conversation with Jimmy.

"He just wants to see my cock?"

"Yes."

"But why?"

"David, a lot of guys want to see your cock. The guy at the check-in back in
London, two of the cabin crew, at least three of the male passengers, there may
be more, I only caught three stealing a glance, and I was dying to see it.
Anyway he wants to see it in action as he doesn't believe I can deep throat
you," I said.

"I'm with him on that point, I don't really believe it myself, and I've seen you
swallow it."

OK, I'll contact him tomorrow and set up a date. Did I mention it is costing him
his ass?"

"You are going to shag him, he is only a kid."

"He is a lot older than he looks and I suspect that he is on the game."

David gave me a funny look and the matter was dropped, for the moment.

I dug out my guidebook and looked up the gay establishments available in the
city. A gay restaurant called Le Minou Rose, The Pink Pussycat, caught my eye.
It promised everything I needed. Discreet, pleasant staff, soft lighting, French
cuisine and an excellent wine list.

"Can I take you out to dinner?" I asked David.

"Now wait a minute, man. You let me have a shag any time of the day or night, in
fact whenever I feel like it. You suck my cock and I think that I'm never going
to stop cuming, AND you want to buy me dinner. Am I having a dream or
something?"

"No, this is one of the fun parts of being gay. When you are young and cute you
don't have to jump through hoops to get laid. That comes later, when you get
older and still like younger partners. So, as long as we share a bed, you can
fuck me as often as you like, and I get all the cock I can eat. Now get dressed
while I book a table."

I don't know who takes their bookings but I could have gone to bed with his
voice. He had the most incredibly sexy French accent.

I found the restaurant without any problem. One of the nice things about America
is the parking. As they would rather die than walk a block, there are parking
places everywhere you go. So we drove into the vast lot and parked.

We entered and were shown to our table. Our waiter was a slightly nellie queen
who found David drop dead gorgeous.

"Hi, I'm Billy and I'm your waiter for this evening," he lisped. Then he
proceeded to recite from memory tonight's specials, at about 120 words a minute
with gusts up to 200.

He took our orders for drinks and left us with the menu.

"Oh man, it is all in French," said David.

"There is a brief description in English of every dish," I pointed out.

"But I've never seen any of these things in my life."

"Do you like salmon?"

"Yes of course, man," he said.

"And do you like beef?"

"You know I do," he said.

"OK that only leaves the wines," I said, reaching for the wine list.

"You know, I've never been in a posh restaurant like this before," he said,
looking round the place.

"You'll get used to it. Thanks to you supplying the hotel room and the car, we
can afford to dine out like this every night," I said, as I perused the wine
list.

Presently Billy returned and took our order.

"We'll have the salmon platter as starters and the Chateaubriand to follow. A
half bottle of number 135 to go with the fish and a bottle of number 49 with the
main course," I said.

Billy took his eyes off David's naughty bits long enough to write it all down
and then swished off.

"Do you think Billy boy is gay?" David asked.

I couldn't help laughing out loud, several heads turned and I felt a fool.

"David, Billy is as gay as a goose and he fancies you like crazy," I said,
managing not to giggle.

"What makes you think that?"

"He can't keep his eyes above your waist. If you don't believe me when he comes
back with the wine make sure your chair is a bit back from the table and keep
your legs apart. That'll make his eyes pop," I suggested.

David grinned and moved into position. Billy returned and took in the view.

"Oh, stop it you naughty boy, or there will be wine going everywhere," he said,
giving David a swift peck on the cheek and totally flooring him.

Then Billy and I got down to the serious business of opening and tasting the
wine. That done he took his leave, hips swinging.

"Bloody Hell man, he kissed me in public!" said David.

"He is the type that kisses men and shakes hands with the ladies. Besides it was
all over so fast I doubt if anyone noticed."

One of the things that I always forget is the euphemisms in America. For example
the bog, loo or toilet is always referred to as the bathroom, even if there is
no bath within a mile of it. Another is the word "platter". When used in
conjunction with food, then it means; enough food to feed a family of four. Our
smoked salmon platters arrived and there was barely room to put them on the
table.

"My God man, there must be a whole fish on there," said David.

"What a cute accent you have, dear. Where do you come from?" said Billy.

"I was brought up in Wales," said David.

This obviously confused Billy, well Americans tend to have a very limited grasp
of geography, so he copped one more eyeful of the front of David's jeans and
left.

"This salmon tastes a bit different from the stuff we get back home," David
said, after the first mouthful.

"It tastes the same to me," I said, puzzled, "have you ever eaten smoked salmon
before?"

"No, we usually have it out of a tin," he said, tucking in with some relish.

I tried hard not to laugh. Just then my attention was taken by Jimmy, the
bellhop, entering in the company of a very distinguished looking, middle-aged
man.

"Don't look now but Jimmy has just come into the restaurant," I said, casually.

David waited before looking and I took a sip of my wine.

"Do you think that's his uncle he's with?" asked David, innocently.

There is a point when you are swallowing a liquid where laughing is a bad idea.
Delicious as the liquid is in your mouth, it is a disaster if it ever gets into
your nasal cavity. For several seconds I teetered on the edge. Finally I risked
a quick gulp and the danger passed. I laughed as quietly as I could into my
napkin.

"David, you are so beautifully innocent. Please don't ever change," I said.

"What did I say wrong, man?"

"I told you I suspected Jimmy was on the game. The man is his trick, not his
uncle. But as it happens the word uncle is used in jest in the gay world as a
euphemism for such people," I said.

"On the game, what game? Trick? I'm not following you, man."

"Oops sorry. I'll explain it layman's terms. Jimmy is a male prostitute and the
gentleman with him is his er, customer."

"Male prostitute, you're mad, that's what you are," David said, in total
disbelief.

"Well you can ask him yourself, he is heading our way," I said.

"Hi Jimmy, fancy meeting you in here," I said, as he arrived at our table.

"Oh, Colin always brings me here, he's a regular of mine and I think he likes to
show me off," said Jimmy.

"Oh my God it is true," said David.

Jimmy shot me a questioning look.

"He was having some trouble with the concept of you augmenting your income by
renting out your pretty little ass," I said.

"Colin is a very sweet old guy, and surprisingly good in bed. If he also wants
to be generous to me I'm not going to complain as the hotel only pays the
minimum wage," he explained, to a horrified David.

"Drop by our room tomorrow afternoon about 3. Oh and be careful. Andrew
Patterson is on your case," I warned.

"Oh Shit. He is a fundamental Christian, out to save the world from itself. He
has managed to get two guys fired already and he hasn't been here 6 months,"
said Jimmy.

"Well I covered you with glory," I said.

"Thanks," he said, "see you tomorrow, you hunk."

He gave David a kiss, smack on the lips, and departed back to Colin's table.

"Do close you mouth, David. It looks silly hanging open like that.

"What sort of place is this?" he asked.

"Look around and tell me what you see," I said.

David looked round at all the tables.

"Nothing out of the ordinary," he said.

"Now look round and tell me what you don't see."

"You're daft, that's what you are. How can I see what isn't there?"

"Just try it," I said, smiling.

David looked again, every table had men sitting at them. It was quite amusing to
watch. Gradually he noticed the absence of women.

"It's all men in here," he said.

"Right! We are in a gay restaurant."

"You mean they are all gay?"

"Yes."

"Am I safe in here?"

Again I laughed out loud.

"You might get groped, but it would only be in fun. Nobody is going to try to
rape you."

He looked doubtful.

"There are a few who would love to be raped by you," I said, and he grinned.

"If you do have to go to the loo, I would advise you not to smile at anyone," I
cautioned, half in jest.

We finished our salmon. No, that isn't quite true. I ate about half of my
platter and David ate his and finished mine.

"That salmon was very nice, how was it cooked," he asked, wiping his lips with
his napkin.

"Er, it was smoked salmon," I said.

"So it was cooked by smoking it?"

"Not exactly. The smoking just gives it a nice flavour."

"Well how was it cooked?"

"It wasn't."

"Are you trying to tell me that I just ate a plate and a half of RAW fish?" he
said, slightly horrified.

"Yes, but you liked it."

"If I had known it was raw I'd never have touched it."

"Sometimes it is better to find out afterwards."

"This meat that you ordered, is it cooked?" he asked suspiciously.

"Oh yes, it is Chateaubriand not Steak Tartar," I reassured him.

The rest of the meal went wonderfully. David also had the lion's share of the
wine and this relaxed him nicely. Eventually I called for the bill and paid it.
As we were leaving Billy casually groped David, who whispered something in his
ear that made him laugh.

As we walked to the car I asked David what he had said.

"I told him not to play with what he couldn't afford."

I burst out laughing.

We got to the car and the entire evening began to go spectacularly wrong.
Suddenly three thugs surrounded us. The one in front of us had a gun the other
pair had knives.

"OK faggots, take out your wallets, drop them on the ground and start running,"
said, the one with the gun.

"You know it isn't very nice to point a gun at someone, it could cause offence,"
said David, in a very calm and controlled voice, from which all traces of his
lilting Welsh accent had vanished.

"Can it, nigger," the gunman screamed.

I had enough time to think "Oops" before there was a whirl of movement. The
sound of an arm being broken is really quite sickening, but it did make him lose
all interest in holding the gun. I also think kicking a man when he is down is
not a very nice thing to do, but on the positive side, it did stop him
screaming.

I noticed that David managed to inflict all the injuries on the gunman without
turning his back on the other pair.

"RUN!" he screamed at them, his face twisted in fury so that he hardly appeared
human anymore, and they obeyed him. Shit I almost took to my heels myself.

"We better take him to the hospital," I said, going into doctor mode.

"Get in the car and drive out of here at a normal speed. Do not put the lights
on until we are safely out on the road," he said, pulling out a handkerchief and
picking up the gun with it, then he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the car.
Once we were in the car and moving, he opened the glove box and dropped the gun
in it, then closed it.

"Which regiment were you in?" I asked, when we were safely back in our room.

"I wish you hadn't asked me that, boyo, because I'm not allowed to tell you," he
said, with a grin.

"Yes, that is what I thought, the way you handled yourself back there."

"Once the gunman was disabled we weren't in much danger, the other two were
holding their knives all wrong. If they hadn't run when I told them to they
would have been easy meat," he said.

"I must make a careful note never to call you a nigger," I said.

"Oh you can do it in fun, if you like," he said, with a grin.

"Oh, does my big buck nigger want to fuck me," I flashed back.

And those were the last words that I managed to get out for about 15 minutes.
Rape has always been a fantasy of mine. In real life it is much more exciting.
The most amazing part was; he got all my clothes off without ripping anything.

He had me face down on the floor and was sitting on my bum. There was a slight
pause while he removed his belt then my arms were pulled behind me and my wrists
firmly tied together. He stood up, stripped, rolled me over on my back and sat
on my chest.

"No look boyo, see what your big buck nigger has for you, some nice black meat.
But it is naughty to eat with your fingers, see. So you'll just have to use that
nice warm mouth of yours," he said, emphasising his Welsh accent.

It is not the easiest task in the world, doing a blowjob without using your
hands, but I was up to it. The view up his flat stomach, to his muscular chest
and on to his grinning face made it all worth the effort.

"That's right boyo, get me nice and hard and then I can give you a right seeing
to," he said, ruffling my hair playfully.

By skilful use of my tongue and lips I soon had him hot and hard. The precum was
oozing out at a prodigious rate and this was encouraging me to greater efforts.

"My, my, but you do like your black cock to suck on, don't you? But if you are
not careful you'll be getting in your mouth what should be ending up in your
arse, and that would never do, would it?" he said, pulling back and retrieving
his manhood from my sucking mouth.

I could still reach his balls so I began licking them. He made happy noises so I
started licking the back of his balls. He lifted his weight off my chest and I
wriggled down a bit and now began licking his perineum, that is the sensitive
bit between his balls and his ring. I suspected that he did not yet know that
his ring was my target.

"Ah now that feels right nice. It keeps me real hot but doesn't make me want to
come. You have got a magic tongue, so you have, Danny boy," he said.

Gradually I worked my way back and he caught on to my game. He made no protest
he just let my hungry tongue begin licking his ring.

"You are a dirty bugger and no mistake," he said, letting me bury my face
between those beautiful ass cheeks of his.

I slowly penetrated his ring with my tongue. He resisted a little at first but
the sensation of a soft wet tongue probing around that area is very seductive
and soon I was rimming him properly.

"I think, Danny boy, that you are after getting more than your tongue up my
arse," he said, finally, just as my tongue was getting tired.

"But now it is time for you to get a good shagging. You have worked hard for it,
boyo, so I'm going to ream your arse out good and proper.'

He got off me and effortlessly lifted me. He placed me on my knees with my chest
resting on the bed. He grabbed the KY and greased me up, then I heard him apply
some to his cock.

"I've always wanted to shag someone who was tied up. They can't do anything to
stop you, see. So I get to call all the shots, and you boyo, just have to take
what I give you," he said.

I felt the tip of his cock touch my ring and he gave a little push with his hips
and the wide head of his manhood dilated my ring and made me gasp.

"Now it feels right nice when I push the head of it into you, so I think we'll
start with a bit of that," he said.

He now held my hips firmly and pulled out of me totally, then with the same
little shove of his hips, he was back in. I groaned. Normally there was just the
initial stretching as he entered me, then all I had to do was cope with the
shaft of his cock. But now I was getting the head of it repeatedly going in and
out of me. This was continued for several long minutes. Under normal
circumstances I would have stopped him, but he figuratively, if not literally,
had me over a barrel.

"Now there you are, that has loosened you up nicely," he said, leaning forwards
and driving the entire length of his cock into me.

He didn't stop, he just pulled all the way back and pushed forwards. There was
no gentleness in his actions. I was getting a slow hard fuck.

"You see this is what I like, giving you a proper shagging, making it last,
letting it soak in there. It lets me build up a better load in my balls, see."

I desperately wanted to shoot. But he had cunningly positioned me so only my
chest was on the bed and my cock just dangled in the air with nothing to rub
against. I sneakily tried to work my way forward.

He caught on immediately and dragged me back. A hand came round and felt my
cock. Desperately I tried to fuck it but it let go and it was returned to my
hips, where it held me firmly.

"Not a chance, Danny boy. You're tied up, see. You don't get to come until I let
you, and we have a bit to go before that happens," he said, in a cheerfully
sadistic voice.

The protracted fuck dragged on and took me along with it. I now had lover's
balls. I was whimpering and writhing but none of it did me any good. However I
got the impression he was enjoying it.

Finally he stopped moving with his cock in me up to the hilt. I felt his weight
on my back as he leaned forwards and put his lips to my right ear.

"We are nearly there Danny boy. That big buck nigger cock that is in your arse
is ready to shoot. About two more strokes and it goes off. Does that excite
you?" he asked.

I have never had an orgasm without some for of stimulation to my cock. But the
combination of his cock rubbing my prostate for ages, my totally helpless
position and him talking dirty in my ear did the trick, suddenly I got my
release!

He instantly resumed the fuck and, as he predicted, it took him two strokes
before he began ramming his load into me. The long delayed orgasms were
particularly intense for both of us. He spayed his cum into my innards and I
sprayed mine against the bedclothes.

We both lay sobbing and gasping for a while. What amazed me was his control. For
more than 15 minutes he had maintained perfect control of his body and forced
his control on mine. No wild furious fuck, just a slow, disciplined one, where
he used my body as he wished. I had never had sex like this before.

"Can I have my cock back now?" he said, playfully.

I grunted my assent and he slid it out, then mischievously pushed the head back
in. I groaned and he slid the wilting member all the way back in me.

"Call me a nigger and I'll keep it in until it is hard and do it all over
again," he offered.

I whimpered and he finally withdrew. God my ass felt numb. He released my hands
and I discovered I was stiff all over.

"A bath," I croaked pulling myself up onto the bed.

He grinned and disappeared into the bathroom. Presently I heard the bath
filling. I must have dozed off because the next thing that I remembered was
being picked up in his strong arms and carried into the bathroom. The warm water
felt wonderful. His warm lips on mine felt even better.

"Now see, that's what I call a proper shag. Did you like it?" he murmured in my
ear.

"It was incredible."

"I've always wanted to try it. Just me running the show, all going at my speed,
see. But I never had the chance, until you came along. God, I love shagging you,
you let me get away with anything, you do," he whispered, hugging me to his
chest.

"Can I fuck you?" I asked, just to test the waters.

There was a silence that lasted several seconds.

"It felt nice when you put your finger in me, and even nicer when you tried to
get your tongue in, but I'm not sure about you putting you cock in me. I'm too
afraid you might hurt me, see."

"OK, here's the deal. Next time I'll work on that fantastic butt of yours, and
if when I'm finished you are not begging to be fucked I won't do it. How does
that grab you?" I asked.

"Man, you are daft, I'll never beg any man to shag me."

"Don't bet on it," I cautioned, and he didn't look quite as confident when he
heard that.

We made our weary way to bed and I went out like a light. I was therefore not at
all amused to be wakened a little later by David having another seizure.

It was briefer than the last one and at least he didn't wet the bed this time. I
checked him over and he did not seem to have injured himself. But it was
strange, two attacks so close to each other, after such a long gap. There must
be a link but I would think about that in the morning when I was completely
awake.

I got out his Phenobarbital and shook the contents of the bottle out into my
hand. There were 12 capsules, exactly the same number as before. He had not
taken his medication at all. I was now getting mad.

I got a glass of water and woke him, then fed him the correct dosage and let him
go back to sleep. Next I went through all his things looking for the rest of his
stock and found none.

Shit! This didn't add up. He had gone on holiday, abroad, with a few days worth
of his medication? This stuff was addictive, he would be really hurting when it
ran out.

I looked again at the bottle and noticed the date it was prescribed. Good God,
it was over a year old! Then I suddenly saw the answer. He had never taken his
medication at all. Hmmm. Tomorrow we would be having a very serious doctor and
patient discussion.

He woke first and groaned.

"Hurting all over?" I asked.

He grunted.

"You had another seizure in the night."

"Did I..."

"No, this time you were not sexually frustrated, in fact you were quite sexually
replete, so you just went to sleep. But why are you not taking your medication?'

"It made me sleepy and I, I couldn't think straight after a couple of days on
it."

"I think that you'd better run through EXACTLY what happened starting at the day
before the seizure."

"We were on a rock climbing exercise. About halfway up a sheer cliff face I lost
my grip and was left hanging by one hand," he began.

"You did have a safety rope, didn't you?"

"You must be joking. We were trained to move fast and not to make mistakes. If
we were all roped together all it needed was the enemy to hit one of us and we
were all gone."

"So the danger was real?"

"Very! I almost shat in my pants, but I managed to get a grip with my other hand
and save myself."

"And that night you had a seizure?"

"Yes."

"Interesting..."

"Interesting, in what way?"

"You were scared to death and you had a seizure, you were on a plane that you
thought was going to crash, you had another, last night some muggers threatened
your life, and it happened again. An interesting pattern, don't you think? But
what happened after, when you saw the MO?"

"He was quite nice about it, gave me the prescription for the medication and a
letter for my doctor."

"And you tore up the letter?"

My big buck nigger was now looking like a naughty little boy as he nodded and
hung his head in shame.

"David," I said, still being Doctor Roberts, "you have a very serious condition.
But it can be treated successfully. Now I'm going to see if I can get you an
appointment with a neurologist and have him prescribe another anticonvulsive
medication. When we get home I'll see that you get an urgent appointment with
one of the best guys in the business."

"Can't you just write me a prescription?"

"I'm not allowed to practice medicine in this country and besides I'm a
diagnostician, I haven't been in clinical medicine for years."

"What is a diagnostician?"

Oops, I nearly blew my cover. Time for a smokescreen.

"I work in a lab, the clinicians send me biopsies, bits that they have cut out
of their patients. I get slides made and from these I diagnose the illness."

"Like cancer?"

"Yes, I deal a lot with cancer."

"Oh you're a ophthalmologist?"

I had to laugh.

"No, that's an eye doctor, you are thinking of a oncologist, that is a doctor
who treats people with cancer. I just tell the oncologist if it is cancer or not
and if it is, what type and how advanced it is."

"Well, what kind of doctor are you?"

Some people are quite happy to tell you their profession. Others, like taxmen,
are a bit reluctant. My hesitation comes from the mental image that the public
has of my job. Oh well, he had asked me outright, I would have to confess.

"I'm a pathologist."

"You cut up dead bodies?" he said, right on cue.

"Post-mortems are about 1 percent of my work."

"And do you do them on people who have been murdered?" he said, still sticking
to the script.

"No, that is the job of a forensic pathologist. Any sign of foul play and I call
the coroner's office pronto. In fact most of my work these days is research. You
see, about a month ago I was made a Professor."

He was still giving me funny looks when room service delivered breakfast.
Letting him order had been a mistake, as it required a bloody trolley to hold it
all.

After I had finished breakfast, and David was still eating, I went to the phone
and dialled one of the few people that I know in the medical profession in the
USA. We had met at a conference years ago and kept in touch. The phone rang a
couple of times and then someone picked it up.

"Path lab, Dr Johns speaking."

"Hi Peter, Danny Roberts here," I began. After about five minutes of small talk
I asked him if he knew any neurologists in the area and told him why I wanted to
see one. He put me on hold and the bloody phone played music at me.

In a few minutes he was back. We had an appointment with a neurologist at a
medical building downtown.

"That was fast," I said, sounding impressed.

"He is the son of one of the partners in this practice," he said, laughing.

We chatted some more and then we hung up.

Two hands slid round my waist and two lips kissed my neck.

"Thanks," he said, quite simply.

"It's OK, but you must promise me that you'll follow his advice to the letter,"
I replied.

The hands went lower and found my cock and balls. Up till this point he had only
ever jacked me off. Now he was caressing me and trying to make me hard. He got
my dressing gown open and I watched those big strong hands play gently with my
manhood.

He turned me round and squatted down before me. He opened his mouth and pulled
me towards him and my cock went straight into the opening. He then closed his
mouth on it.

He managed to get my foreskin rolled back and started to run his tongue over my
glans. He must have been paying attention when I sucked him off because he
already knew most of the simple tricks. But he just about choked to death when
he tried to deep throat me.

"How the hell do you get my cock all the way down your throat and I can't even
take yours?" he asked, when the coughing stopped.

"It took me a long time to learn that trick. It's not the sort of thing you
should try on your first time. But you know that if you keep sucking on that,
I'll cum in your mouth?" I said.

He grinned and nodded then sucked me back in.

"Finger me," I said, and his middle finger slid in me and found my hotspot.

I made no attempt to fight it or hold back. If I made him sick it was his own
doing. I just came in his mouth. I got quite a kick from knowing that I was his
first. He held me firmly against his face using the finger that was in me to
stop me backing off. He rubbed my prostate until I had no more to give, only
then did I get my cock back.

"I don't see what all the fuss is about. It didn't taste at all nasty. It was
also a fantastic feeling when you came. I could feel it with my finger too. A
lot nice than eating Deborah's pussy," he said.

"Have I got this straight, you used to have to eat her pussy but she wouldn't
suck your cock?"

He nodded.

"A bit of a one-sided relationship," I ventured.

"A VERY one-sided relationship, she had me jumping through hoops, so she did.
That's why I wanted to try sucking your cock, see. Because this relationship was
becoming too one-sided, I was getting all I wanted, you were getting nothing,"
he explained.

My heart missed a beat. Relationship! Up till now it had been a sort of crazy
holiday romance. But he consciously or unconsciously wanted it to continue.

"Relationship?" I asked, cautiously.

"Look man, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You don't want
me to buy you clothes. You don't nag me. You do what you are told in bed and
never talk back. You don't make the rules and tell me what I can't do. You take
me out to dinner at expensive restaurants and then let me shag you afterwards.
You can take me right up to the hilt. And best of all, you are always wanting
sex. Now, you don't think that I'm daft enough to let you go, do you?" he said.

I was lost for words. I've never really been in a relationship before. Oh I've
had short-term flings. But I've never had anyone who wanted to possess me, to
have and to hold, as it were. I was lost for words, so I kissed him.

"Now I noticed something when I had my finger in you just now. So up on the bed
with you while I give you a quick shag and test something out," he said,
positioning me on my back at the edge of the bed.

He knelt down between my legs and lifted my ankles onto his shoulders. He spat
on his hand and wiped it onto his weapon. I felt it touch my ring and then I had
the head inside me.

"See that, man," he said, proudly, "Now last night I had to shove quite hard to
get the head in. But now you've had a proper shagging, I can get in you on spit.
All loosened up, you are. Now your arse fits my cock," he said, with pride in
his voice.

My God he was right. He played the same game of sliding the head in and out of
my ring and there was no discomfort. He had made it easier for me to give him
pleasure.

"It'll save you a fortune, not having to buy that KY stuff, won't it?" he said,
with a grin, "it makes shagging you a doddle, so it does."

As he ran it in and out of me I felt the sexual pressure building up in him. The
strokes got slightly deeper until he was half buried in my ass on the down
strokes and all the way out on the up strokes.

I watched his face as it screwed up in ecstasy. Then he was plunging the full
length of his organ into me as hard as he could and hosing down my innards with
his creamy white cum.

When we were rested there was just enough time to get cleaned up, have a shower
and get round to the medical buildings.

The receptionist took our details and soon we were shown into the doctor's
office. Dr Williams was most professional. He took down David's entire medical
history, every childhood disease, every accidental trauma, the lot, as I said,
most professional.

Then he asked about the current problem. David told him what he thought to be
the salient points and I added my theory about the stress before the seizures.
Dr Williams nodded and asked more questions. At last he put down his pen.

"Now this is what I advise. As you are not a regular patient of mine I am only
going to treat you in an effort to stop any further seizures during your
holiday. I will give you a prescription and after you have it filled you will
let Dr Roberts see you take your medication every day. I'll give Dr Roberts a
letter and when you get home he will get you an appointment with a neurologist
and he will continue your treatment. Is this acceptable to you both?" he said.

We nodded.

"If there are any adverse reactions to the medication you must phone me
immediately," he concluded.

With that we were given a prescription, the receptionist relieved me of quite a
sum and we departed.

"You had to PAY?" asked an incredulous David as we left the building.

"Yes, the National Health Service doesn't work here. Will you be able to take
time off your job to come and stay with me while they evaluate you?" I asked.

"Er, I'm out of work. It was a shit job and I had had my holidays earlier this
year. My boss wouldn't give me the time off to go on holiday again and I had to
use the prize before the end of the year. So I quit and I'm as free as a bird,"
he said, happily.

So it looked like he would be around my place for a while. We went to a large
drugstore, and hidden away in the back, we found a small pharmacy. I handed over
the prescription and once more David was horrified at the concept of having to
pay for it.

Back in our room he took his medication like a good boy and we went out to the
mall for lunch. It was about a quarter to three when we got back to the room,
and we had hardly closed the door when there was a frantic knocking on it. I
opened the door and Jimmy, in his bellhop's uniform, shot in. I quietly closed
the door behind him.

"Oh Hell, I'm in the shit. You're right, that bastard Patterson is really on my
case. He saw me getting into the elevator but he didn't actually catch me. But
he knows what floor I'm on and he'll be round checking every room," he said,
while looking really worried.

"What is wrong with that?" I asked.

"I'm in my uniform. It is against the rules for me to be in the hotel and in
uniform when I'm not on duty. Some guys were stealing things on their days off.
Shit, what am I going to do about Patterson?"

"You said he was some kind of religious nut?" I asked.

"Yeah, the worst kind, everything he does is God's work and justifiable. He is
all for, family values, no sex outside marriage, don't even ask what he thinks
about gays, Jews or blacks," he replied.

"Thank goodness I'm not Jewish," said David, "still, two out of three isn't bad,
is it?

"OK, I'll bet he is a prude too, I've got an idea how we can get rid of him. In
here with you, Jimmy," I said, sliding the mirrored door aside and ushering him
into the walk-in wardrobe.

"He'll look in here," said Jimmy.

"Not if things go to plan. Now in you go and I'll join you in a second.

I whispered some instructions to David, who grinned broadly, and went into the
bathroom, then I joined Jimmy and slid the door until it was almost closed.
Through the crack we had a view of most of the room.

"I'm scared," he whispered.

"Don't be," I replied, as I pulled him into my arms.

I ran my hands over his pert little buns. They were like toys compared with
David's. I got one hand up the back of his monkey jacket and slid it down the
back of his uniform pants only to encounter bare buttocks.

"No underpants?" I asked, and he giggled.

"When I show some guys up to their room they want me there and then. But I can't
disappear for too long. If I leave my underpants off I can just drop my pants
and bend over. It saves a lot of time."

I was curious how slack his trade had made him, so my index finger glided
between his buns and found his hole. Entering him was easy, I just pushed and my
finger slithered into him.

"Pre-greased?"

"Saves time."

Things might have got more interesting if we had not been disturbed by a soft
knock on the door. Nothing happened for about a count of 10 and during this time
I retrieved my finger and we both turned to watch the door.

Almost silently the door opened and Patterson stuck his head in and looked
round. He came in and very quietly closed the door. The first place he went to
look was under the bed. For some reason David always pushed his sports bag under
the bed. Presumably to get a clearer view Patterson pulled it out.

"If you tell me what you are looking for, Patterson, I may be able to help you
find it," said David. Once more his accent had vanished and I was beginning to
realise that this was a sign that he was in a very serious mood.

"I'm sorry but I have reason to believe there is an intruder in the hot..." he
never finished the word. He just stared at David open mouthed.

There was a quite sucking of air through teeth from Jimmy. David was standing
with his face covered in shaving foam and that was the sum total of what he was
wearing. His cock was not erect, but engorged enough to make it swing
pendulously between his legs.

I must admit it was an eye-catching sight and poor old Patterson couldn't tear
his gaze off it. Many homophobes are actually suppressed gays and I would have
bet good money that Patterson was one.

"I cannot see the connection between an alleged intruder in the building and you
going through my stuff," said David, still running in his dangerous mode.

"I, I, did knock. You being in the bathroom, you may not have heard," Patterson
stuttered.

"Right, Patterson. I want you to stop admiring my cock and get the Hell out of
my room," said David, quietly.

Patterson went bright red and scurried towards the door.

"Oh, and Patterson. If I ever find you creeping around in here again, I'll break
your fucking arm, do you understand?"

Patterson now went pure white as he opened the door and shot through it.

"One last thing, Patterson," said David, just before the door closed.

Patterson shoved his head back into the room.

"Have a nice day!" said David, sarcastically.

Patterson withdrew his head and closed the door. We all froze for a count of ten
then Jimmy slid the wardrobe door open and walked across to the door of the
room. He grabbed the room key and stuck it in the keyhole thus stopping the door
being opened from the outside and turned to David.

"You were fantastic! You ARE fantastic!" he said, letting his eyes drink in
David's glory, "God, and uncut too."

"Aw shucks," said David, in his little boy voice as he went into the bathroom
and wiped the foam from his face.

"I don't believe that you can deep throat him," Jimmy said, as David returned.

"He doesn't believe it either, and he's seen me do it," I said, walking across
to David and getting on my knees before him.

"Now you see it," I said, then I opened my throat and slid the semi-hard weapon
into my gullet.

"Now you don't," said David, grinning down at me.

It was wonderful. He was growing in my throat again. I could feel his strong
pulse forcing blood into his cock. As it became more and more engorged it slid
further and further down my throat. It also got wider and again my throat was
distended to its limits to accommodate him. I held him tightly, my arms round
his thighs, keeping his cock fully in my face.

I kept it in there until the warning buzzing in my ears told me I was running
out of air. I backed off as slowly as I could letting his, now fully erect, cock
become visible inch by tantalising inch.

"Jesus fucking Christ! You had all that in your throat!" exclaimed Jimmy.

"It is a talent of mine," I said, in mock modesty.

"No wonder you were not interested in sucking my cock," he said.

I got up off my knees and went over to Jimmy. His pants were round his ankles
about 3 seconds after I laid hold of him.

"Observe! No underpants," I said to David, as I beckoned him over.

I bent Jimmy over and pointed to his ass.

"Finger him."

A large black finger disappeared into Billy's back passage.

"He's all greased up and ready to go," said David, in a slightly awed voice.

"Come on you guys, I need the money and I haven't got time to piss about lubing
if some guy wants a quickie.

I grinned to David and we both set about stripping Jimmy. When we were finished
there was a rather attractive young boy standing before us. He could easily have
passed as a fifteen-year-old. His body hair consisted only of a small, light
brown, triangular pubic bush, which crowned a nice little cock, cut and
currently erect, under which clung two neat little nuts.

His buns were even better to look at than I had imagined in the wardrobe. Jimmy
slowly turned round giving us view of his entire body. While he was facing away
from us he wiggled his ass then bent over and parted his ass cheeks and flashed
his ring at us. It may have seen a lot of use, but it looked quite pert from
where I was standing.

"I want to shag him," David whispered in my ear.

"Let me slacken him up first," I whispered back.

Jimmy stood up and turned to face us. I stripped off in nothing flat.

"You are both uncut," said Jimmy.

"Most European males are. Circumcision is only carried out when it is medically
necessary or for religious reasons," I said, lecturing again.

"Can I see you take him up the ass," Jimmy said, to me.

"OK, lay on the floor on your back," I said, and he did it.

I got into the doggy position directly above him as if we were going into a 69.
David needed no instructions He got behind me and prepared to mount me. I heard
him slick up his dick.

"Holy shit, you can take him on spit!" said Jimmy.

"It is all a question of mind over matter, Jimmy. I don't mind, and he doesn't
matter," joked David, as he slid back up that now familiar passage.

David turned out to be a natural showman. He took me in one, then put me through
my paces just inches before the unbelieving eyes of the boy.

Suddenly the strokes began getting longer and harder. The show was over, and he
was fucking me for real now. His hands grasped my hips and I was getting the
full length of his rod. Then that delicious moment arrived when he rammed all
the way into me, shooting his load as he went. He held me firmly on his cock as
it thrashed around spraying his jism. I nearly had a spontaneous orgasm.

Jimmy was speechless. He just kept muttering about it being impossible. We
rested above his slim form and the urge to fuck him became too much to bear.

David finally pulled out and his cock hung above the lad's face. Who made no
move to avoid the last of David's load as it dripped onto him. He just stared at
it.

I now got up and put some KY on my cock. David lifted Jimmy up and placed him
face down on the bed. I climbed on behind him and once more he parted his buns.
For the first time since London, I slipped my cock into an ass.

God, it felt wonderful. With all the fun I had being bottom with David, I had
almost forgotten what it was like to slip another guy a length. Jimmy also knew
how to move his ass. He was tight and it felt great. Then David joined in and I
felt a thick finger penetrate me. It found my hotspot instantly and began
massaging it. I grabbed Jimmy tightly and he really moved that tight little ass.
Time stopped and I heard myself cursing as I pumped my load into him.

When we parted I suggested a bath, well it was more than big enough for three.
Jimmy got the task of running it and while he was doing that, David and I had a
quiet little conversation, mostly on the subject of getting a quart into a pint
pot.

We had fun in the bath, lots of horseplay and splashing, groping and grabbing,
y'know the sort of thing that always happens when you put a few horny males in a
container full of warm water.

We got out and dried each other off. Jimmy made sure that he got to dry David
and somehow managed to get David's cock in his mouth in the process. Try as he
might he could not get more than a quarter of it into him. David stood smiling
and watching the poor lad's futile attempts.

When we got back to the bed Jimmy asked me if I thought he could take David at
the other end.

"It is possible, but it requires a lot of trust on your part and some skill on
David's," I said.

Jimmy just sat on the bed lovingly playing with David's cock.

"I want it so much, but he'd split me in half, I'm sure," he said, uncertainly.

"I can assure you that he will not even hurt you. But there is one complication.
Once he gets that black meat bone of his inside you, he doesn't pull it out
until his balls are empty. So him going in, is the point of no return. Do you
understand?" I asked.

Jimmy looked slightly fearful when he nodded.

"OK, over on your face like a good lad," I said, as I reached for the KY.

I tried to enter him with my finger but he was already resisting.

"Now Jimmy, just relax, it is only my finger and you can easily take that."

He calmed down a bit and I got inside him. Gently I dilated his anal sphincter
and after about ten minutes of careful work I had everything but my thumb in
him,

"You're nice and gentle. It feels good when you finger me like that," he said,
and I wiggled my fingers inside him, before withdrawing them.

Next I put the end of the KY tube in his ass and squeezed about half the
contents into him, he would need it. I handed the tube to David who lubed
himself up for the task ahead. At last the moment had arrived,  I got off the
bed and motioned Jimmy to come to me.

"Jimmy, I am going to hold you off the ground while David gets in you for the
first time. This spreads you nice and wide and makes it easier for him, OK?" I
said, failing to mention how helpless he would be in such a position

Jimmy put his hands round my neck and I lifted him up, his legs wrapped
naturally round my waist and I cupped each of his buns in a hand, parting them,
ready for the invasion.

"In your own time, whenever you are ready, David. Now whatever you do, don't
tighten up on him, Jimmy, just let him in and I promise you it'll slide in
painlessly," I said.

David nodded to me and I felt the shaft touch my fingers as he aligned himself.

"Aaaaah," sighed Jimmy as the black dick coasted effortlessly up his ass.

"There you are, boyo, I've got you spiked good and proper," said David.

"You're in? All the way? I don't believe you," said Jimmy, smiling.

"See I told you it wouldn't hurt. But now we come to the fun bit. Although he is
up you to his short hairs, he hasn't actually got an erection. I slackened you
off with my fingers just enough for him to slide into when he is soft," I said.

Jimmy whimpered, "No!"

"Oh but yes, Jimmy. As soon as David starts thinking dirty thoughts, the smooth
muscle that make up the walls of his helicine arteries is going to dilate. This
will make them wider and let a lot more blood into his penis," I said, then
realised I was lecturing again.

The smile in Jimmy's face now had been replaced with a more worried look.

 "And soon that nice soft cock that is so snugly lodged in your ass, is going to
get longer, thicker and an awful lot harder."

Jimmy whimpered again.

"Now David, tell me what it feels like to be inside Jimmy," I said, getting
David started on his erection.

"He's nice and tight. His arse is holding my cock softly and firmly. I'm really
going to enjoy shagging him," David said, smiling to me over our victim's
shoulder.

"Oh my God it is getting bigger. I can feel it growing inside me!" cried Jimmy.

"That's it. Now soon it'll get longer, and as we are both holding you securely
you can't rise up, so his cock will bore deep into you, shoving your guts aside
to make room for itself. He's straightening your innards out, Jimmy, so you can
take him," I said, grinning at the lad.

"Aaaah!" Jimmy sighed again, "God he's pushing it right up into my belly."

"But it isn't hurting is it?"

Jimmy shook his head.

"As soon as it has got long enough it starts swelling outwards. Your tight
little ass is going to be widened a lot more than I did with my fingers. Why
Jimmy, by the time he has shot his bolt, you'll be a slack assed little slut," I
said.

All this talk was mainly for David's benefit. Oh I could have got him hard much
faster but I wanted the lad to experience every slow second of getting his ass
enlarged.

Jimmy suddenly decided to quit and began struggling. A pitiful attempt as either
one of us could have held him.

"No you don't Jimmy, like I told you, he's up you and he's going to fuck you. If
you want to play men's games you don't do it by little boy's rules," I said, and
Jimmy whimpered.

"Right boyo, I'm nice and hard now. See!" said David.

He must have flexed his cock because Jimmy moaned.

"So here we go, I'll start gently to let you get used to me," said David, as he
pulled back with his hips.

Jimmy sighed with relief as David retreated but let out a whoosh of breath as
the black rod was stuffed straight back in. I moved my fingers until I was
touching Jimmy's distended ring and David's engorged cock. I could feel it
running in and out of the lad.

"Pull him a bit towards you, David. He's managing to rub his hard little cock
against me and we don't want him shooting until we're ready, do we?"

David did as he was told and I looked down to see Jimmy's little purple-headed
warrior sticking straight out from his body.

"OK, you should be sloppy enough now for a good shagging, so here we go," said
David, as he stepped up the tempo.

Jimmy rested his head on my shoulder and cried, "I wanna cum. Please let me
cum."

"Everything in good time Jimmy. You'll get to cum when David says you are ready
and not a moment before," I said, kissing his cheek.

He lifted his head and kissed me full on the mouth. Naturally I tried to get my
tongue as far down his throat as I could.

A lot later David telling me to move interrupted our snogging session. He
wrapped his arms round the lad and took his full weight while I got down on my
knees and sat the lad's thighs on my shoulder. His little cock bobbed before my
lips, and it was but the work of a moment to get it into my mouth.

David's thrusts now drove the youngster's hardness through my lips, and my
tongue did the rest. As Jimmy was hotter than Hell, he just began firing. Ah,
the sweet taste of teenage cum. They squirt it out so eagerly, and scream as
they do it.

The lad's much abused sphincter muscles gathered together their final reserves
of energy and went into spasm round the meat that was violating them. I reached
out and touched the underside of the black cock and I was just in time to feel
the semen shooting by on its way into Jimmy's little tummy.

We held the pose for a moment then I told David, "Go!"

He lifted Jimmy high in the air, pulling his cock free in the process and making
Jimmy moan loudly. As soon as Jimmy was free of me I lay flat on my back on the
floor. David then lowered Jimmy until he was sitting on my face. Before he could
move my tongue was inside him slurping up all the nice white cum that had shot
out of that big black dick.

When I had had my fill I let Jimmy go and he crawled over to the bed. David
lifted him on to it and I joined them.

"So, was it as much fun as you thought it would be?" I asked the lad.

"I must have been mad going with you pair, You could have done anything to me
and I wouldn't have been able to stop you," he said.

"True, true, but you are a sound judge of character and really you were in no
danger. Mind you Colin may have to throw a handful of sand up there first if he
wants to get any traction in the near future," I said, grinning and running a
finger round the inside of the lad's ring.

"God, it was wild, you guys really had me going, right up to the end I was
petrified," he confessed.

"Fear, correctly used, can be a great sexual stimulant," I observed, "It makes
for a very intense orgasm, especially if it is delayed for long enough.

"At first I thought my balls were going to explode if I didn't cum. Then when I
did, I thought you were trying to suck my balls down through my cock, and he was
cuming inside me at the same time, oh Christ!"

During the course of the late afternoon and evening Jimmy got fucked twice more
by each of us. Then I nipped out to K-mart and bought him a T-shirt and jeans
for him to wear. Thus, now in civvies, he could safely leave the hotel and join
us for dinner at Le Minou Rose, where Billy was once more our waiter and made
several passes at David. This time David started with the Ardennes ham, but
mercifully did not ask how it was cooked. Afterwards we drove Jimmy home.

That night we were both sexually sated and we just fell asleep in each other's
arms. The next morning however we were randy again. We started with some
foreplay then I noticed that David was not making his usual play for my ass.
Tentatively I ran my hands over his black buns. There was no objection.

"Wanna sit on my face and see if I can guess your weight?" I asked, and he
grinned.

A few seconds later my lips were on his ring and I kissed him.

"I have often used the expression, kiss my arse, but I never realised how much
fun it would be if someone actually did it," he observed. "God, Danny you don't
half need a shave, you are tickling me like crazy."

I now demanded entry by pushing the tip of my tongue into his ring. He relaxed
and let me in. I played around in there until my tongue was tired then I
fingered him and moved my face until I could get his cock into my mouth.

I didn't go for his hotspot I concentrated on getting three fingers into him,
the number that would widen him enough to take my cock. I kept using my tongue
to insure things were wet and lubricated.

"You are quite determined to shag me, aren't you, Danny boy," he said.

I took his cock out of my mouth and grinned up at him.

"But I'm too frightened it might hurt, see," he said.

"You got on the inside of young Jimmy without causing him any pain," I said.

"He's a lot slacker than I am."

"Was." I said, correcting the tense.

"What do you mean, was?" he asked.

"I've got three fingers in you at the moment," I said.

"WHAT!"

"It isn't hurting and three fingers is enough for me to get my cock through," I
said.

"I'm still not sure."

"Ah, but I haven't finished with you yet," I said, making a beeline for his
prostate.

"Oh God that feels lovely, man. Oh yes, you keep doing that while I..."

With my free hand I caught the wrist of the hand that was going for his cock.

"No playing with yourself, you naughty boy, you'll go blind!"

"Can't I do it, just until I need glasses?" he said, completing the corny old
joke.

We both giggled.

"Oh I get it now. You get me all hot and bothered, then you won't allow me to
cum unless I let you shag me?"

"That's about the size of it, but by now you should be feeling some urge to get
something better than my fingers in there."

It took another few minutes work before the dam broke.

"All right Danny boy, you can shag me, but you will be gentle, won't you?"

"Up on the bed, face down, bum up, spread those legs and hold your ass cheeks
apart," I said, reaching for a fresh tube of KY.

There was a terrible urge to just ram it home and hold on as long as I could,
but I resisted. With my foreskin pulled forwards I got the head through his
ring.

"OK, that was the worst bit, how did it feel?"

"It actually felt nice," he admitted.

Now my foreskin could stay in the same position relative to his ring while my
cock could continue on its way in, just retracting my foreskin from the glans.
This ploy got me about halfway home and just enough to prod his prostate.

"Oh that feels lovely, man," he said, as I rocked my hips slightly and rubbed
the head of my cock over his hotspot.

This is the trick for a first time fuck. You make the guy get as much pleasure
as you can, then you get the repeat business.

Slyly I lengthened the inward strokes and I doubt if he noticed that I was now
running the entire length of my shaft in and out of him. Well, he was far too
busy telling me how good it felt.

"Danny! I think I'm going to have an orgasm."

"I know that you are, I have been working on it for quite some time. Just go
with the flow."

He went with the flow and while he was trying to wring the neck of my cock with
his anal sphincter I stepped up the action and got my jollies by shooting my lot
up his so recently virgin ass.

We lay enjoying the post fuck euphoria and caught our breath.

"You are a great fuck, David," I said.

"God, I never thought I'd hear those words from any man," he said, "And I did
like it. I can see now why you always let me shag you whenever I want it. But
what I can't understand is, why did Deborah dislike it so much?"

"To understand that, David, you would have to understand the machinations of the
female mind, and so far no male has ever succeeded in doing that."

We got showered, David phoned down for a mountain of food and then ate most of
it when it arrived. If I ate just half as much as he does I would have a 42-inch
waist.

Then we went down and asked the receptionist about the local sights. We settled
on a horse drawn carriage ride through the city and set off.

The trip was interesting and the driver-cum-guide was most informative. We had
lunch and returned to the hotel about 3pm.

I pressed the button for