Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2013 08:46:55 -0500 (EST)
From: insilva92@aol.com
Subject: The Day My Life Changed

THE DAY MY LIFE CHANGED


    This is a homosexual fantasy involving sex between a twenty year old
twink and older men. If it is illegal for you to read it for any reason
please leave now. Because it is a fantasy the sex will be unprotected. In
real life please practise safe sex. My apologies for the delay in posting a
new story, but my "muse" seems to have deserted me. I'm finding it
difficult to write, I think I need something/someone new to fire my
imagination.

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    It had been a terrible week for me, my wife, Sheila, had left me and
gone back to her parents taking my 4 year old twin sons, who I adored, with
her. She'd also asked me for a divorce so that she could re-marry. If I
didn't give her one she threatened to take the boys to Australia where she
had relatives and I'd never see them again; so I agreed to the divorce. (My
Dad was always telling me I was too willing to do what other people wanted,
and too polite for my own good.) She told me that I'd got one week to get
out of the large house which my father-in-law had purchased for us when we
got married. Sheila's parents, who were independently wealthy and snobs,
didn't like me but they wanted their daughter and grandchildren to have a
nice home. Finally, to cap it all, because of cut-backs I'd got the sack
from my full-time job on a last in first out basis.
    It all began the weekend after my 16th Birthday just over 4 years
ago. I'd gone with a mate of mine to his brother's flat for an all night
party. I was quite shy and a virgin but someone got me drunk on vodka and
Coke and I ended up sleeping with Sheila who was 5 years older than me. The
following morning before she left Sheila told me that even allowing for my
being a virgin I was crap at sex; I found that really offensive. Sheila
didn't see me after that until she found out that she was pregnant, and
then she kept in touch, but of course we didn't have sex after what she'd
said. I knew that I wasn't in love with Sheila, but I didn't seem
interested in other girls either, so my sex life consisted solely of
masturbation. Strangely I didn't imagine girls when I masturbated, if I
imagined anybody it was usually a fit sportsman; or a pop-star, trying to
rationalise it I put it down to hero-worship!
    Sheila gave birth to twin boys and a year later when the twins were 3
months old and there had been a positive paternity test we got married due
to pressure from her parents and my Father; my Mom had passed away when I
was 8. We moved into the new house and Sheila insisted on single beds. At
the time I was working as a trainee manager in a supermarket but that sort
of job wasn't good enough for Sheila so I got a job in a bank. Within a
couple of months there wasn't enough money coming in so I had to take a
part-time job stacking shelves in the supermarket I'd left. I worked
part-time 6 evenings a week, consequently our sex-life, which Sheila had
instigated as part of my conjugal rights, which hadn't been the greatest
anyway, probably once a fortnight, became non-existent. Before I took the
part-time job if I felt sexy I'd masturbate, but afterwards I was too
knackered from working so many hours to bother. I'd have the occasional
wet-dream though. Just after I took on the second job Sheila started
leaving the boys with her parents so that she could go out. I knew her
parents were paying her an allowance, for herself and the boys, nothing for
me. She also moved me into the spare bedroom; I knew she was seeing other
guys, but what could I do, I adored my boys.
    I needed someone to talk to; I'd never been able to talk to my Dad, so
I phoned an old school mate, Chris. Chris was queer, we'd all known at
school, it was an all boys school, he'd come out at the start of our final
year. But he was a really nice guy and I got on with him very well, he was
so easy to talk to. I'd never had sex with him, and he'd never tried it on
with me, apparently he preferred older men, we were just friends. I'd had
the usual schoolboy circle-jerks with some of my other classmates, but I
believed that I liked girls. I mean, I was the father of twin boys!
    We arranged to meet midday Saturday in the Stag, a pub near to the
hospital where Chris worked as a trainee trauma nurse, I'd had the
occasional lunchtime drink with him there before. When I got to the Stag
Chris was at the bar, I joined him and he bought me a draught coke (I
didn't drink much alcohol, look where it got me!) then we went and sat at a
quiet table. It was a very hot day and like me all the male customers, the
majority of the clientele, seemed to be wearing trainers, shorts and
T-shirts. The first time I'd met Chris there I'd learned off him that at
night and at weekends the Stag was sometimes used by gays looking to pick
up what Chris called "rough trade".
    Most of the customers wore brand name clothes; however, although clean,
my flimsy clothes and trainers were from a cheap chain-store. I was wearing
underpants too but some of the guys obviously weren't, which embarrassed
me, but I couldn't stop myself staring at their bulges after Chris had
pointed it out. We'd just finished the chit-chat and started talking about
my problems when 4 guys came in and sat at the table next to us, two on my
side and two opposite them, they were dressed like most of the other male
customers. I didn't take that much notice of them; I was too busy pouring
my heart out to Chris and I was close to tears. However before I'd got a
quarter of the way through my story Chris's bleeper went off. He answered
it and then Chris told me he was sorry but there'd been a major traffic
accident and he had to get back to work.
    When Chris left the guy nearest to me turned and spoke to me. He was
white and looked to be in his 40s. He was thinnish but wiry with a slight
paunch; he had a light tan and hairy arms and legs. He had several tattoos
on his arms and legs. Although he gave the overall impression of being
scruffy he was dressed in clean, pressed khaki shorts and a clean white
singlet (wife-beater). I'm 5ft 8, so, remembering him coming in and sitting
by us I estimated him to be about 6 feet tall. He had cropped salt and
pepper hair, facial stubble the same colour; and he was quite ugly with a
broken nose. He held out his large hand.
    "Hi kid, I'm Stan, we couldn't help overhearing you talking to your
friend."
    I do talk loudly when I'm emotional so I blushed slightly as I shook
his hand, his grip was firm.
    "Er, hello, I'm Paul. Er, I'm sorry about disturbing you."
    "That's not a problem Paul; we can see you're upset. Why don't you tell
us the rest of your story? You know what they say, "a problem shared is a
problem halved." we're very good listeners."
    I hesitated, he looked rough but his tone was friendly.
    "While you make up your mind I'll introduce you to my two mates. The
black guy's Bill, he's 42 the same age as me, the youngest guy's Craig,
he's 24. Oh, and the other guy's Jason, an old friend of Craig's who's been
doing some business with us, I believe he's 36."
    They stood up as Stan introduced them; I looked at them and nodded and
they smiled and nodded back. Bill was about 6 feet 2 inches tall, stockily
built, and average looking with a short Afro. Craig was 6 feet tall with
longish red hair, he was thin and his skin was very white, and unlike Stan
and Bill what skin was on view was totally hairless. He seemed quite camp,
but you couldn't call him pretty, although I guessed he'd probably looked
more handsome when he was younger. Jason was handsome and 6ft 2 tall, he
had an obviously gym honed body, not over muscular, and a golden tan. His
blonde hair was short and his eyes were blue. He was the only one whose
eyes had smiled when he'd smiled at me. Bill and Craig were dressed
similarly to Stan, and Jason was wearing shorts and a very tight black
T-shirt which emphasised his fit body. I found it strange that Stan had
told me everyone's ages, but I ignored it. Still close to tears I was
desperate to talk to somebody so I decided to tell them what had happened
in my life.
    "Thanks for the offer, er Stan, I think I'll take you up on it. Er,
I've just turned 20 by the way."
    "Good lad. While you were talking to your mate we tried to guess your
age and we didn't think you were even 18, let alone 20."
    I'd never looked my age and I took to carrying my passport if I ever
went for a proper drink, but that wasn't often. Stan turned to Craig.
    "Craig, go and get a round in before Paul starts his story we're all
nearly empty. What are you drinking Paul, Bacardi and Coke, or is it vodka
and Coke?"
    "Er, no just Coke, you must have overheard the trouble I got into the
first time I got drunk on vodka."
    They all chuckled.
    "And I'd rather not get into a round, I don't have much money, that's
why I drink draught Coke, it's cheaper than bottled Coke."
    "No, no Paul I insist, I've had a, er, good win on the horses so we're
having a celebratory drink."
    I protested again but Stan was very insistent so I gave in. Craig came
back with the drinks and a bottle of Coke and a glass for me; as I said I
usually drank draught, it was cheaper. Craig had poured some of the Coke
into the glass already so I had a swig and topped my glass up with the rest
of the bottle before I continued with my story. I thought the Coke tasted a
bit strange, but I put it down to my being used to draught. I carried on
telling them about my problems and Stan kept interrupting to ask me more
details. Then he asked if I minded if he sat the other side of me so that
Bill could sit next to me too as he was a little hard of hearing. I thought
nothing of it and told them it was okay; so they all moved and I ended up
in the middle of Stan and Bill facing Jason and Craig.
    It was a really hot day and I'd soon finished my drink; Stan gave Craig
a look and he got up and went to the bar. When he brought the round back
mine was half in the glass and half in the bottle again. Stan had moved
closer to me and I was vaguely aware that he kept groping his crotch; then
Bill's leg touched mine. I looked at him but he seemed to be concentrating
on his drink so I guessed it was accidental. Anyway Stan was so close now
that if I moved away from Bill I'd be touching Stan's leg so I stayed where
I was. The conversation drifted and Stan and Bill were soon running women
in general down. To emphasise a point he was making Stan grasped my bare
thigh and squeezed; thankfully a couple of seconds after he'd made his
point he let go. A few minutes later Bill did the same thing, but he left
his hand on my thigh even longer than Stan had; but I was getting quite
light-headed and took little notice.
    Craig came back from the bar with a third round of drinks just as I was
finishing my second. I was hot and flustered and knocked half of it back in
one go; it tasted funnier than the first two. Then I had to piss, but when
I got up my legs almost gave way and Stan helped me to the toilet. He
didn't piss himself; he stood to one side and got me to put my free arm on
his shoulder for support. I did notice that he seemed to be looking down at
my cock and I guess I blushed slightly; Stan murmured something about
"we're all men together". I blushed even more when Stan had to help me put
my cock away and zip up my shorts. I didn't know why but by the time Stan
had finished my cock was getting hard; but then I guess Stan did sort of
squeeze it a couple of times. When we got back to the table there was
another drink waiting for me. I vaguely remember drinking it and then I was
in the fresh air being supported by Bill and Stan as we walked away from
the pub. I had trouble hearing what Stan was saying to me, it was hard to
focus, but eventually I got it.
    "We're going to take you back to my flat Paul; you can have a coffee
and sober up before you cycle home. I don't know how it happened but you
seem to be very drunk!"
    He gave a dirty laugh and Bill and Craig joined in. Then I heard Stan
speak to Jason.
    "Are you coming with us for a piece of the action Jason? You can drive
us if you are."
    "I suppose so; anyway somebody will have to make sure Paul gets home
safely."
    Stan snorted.
    "Why?"
    "In case he's picked up by the Police afterwards and he tells them what
happened."
    "Yeah, yeah, okay, you can be the kid's Nanny."
    I wasn't really taking the conversation in but I remembered it vividly
later; as I did everything else that happened. (I had help remembering, but
I don't want to spoil the story, so more of that later.)  I was beginning
to realise that my drinks had been spiked and I was getting frightened
about what was going to happen to me. We approached a black Range Rover and
Jason, who'd been wheeling my bike, strapped it to the roof-rack. I was
roughly pushed into the back seat of the car and sandwiched between Stan
and Bill, Craig got in the front seat and Jason drove off. Stan and Bill
were blatantly groping themselves while fondling my thighs; I couldn't
resist, I was trapped between them and too out of it to struggle. Even when
Stan actually squeezed my cock and balls all I could do was feebly ask him
to stop; he didn't. But I'd had too much to drink for my cock to react to
Stan's groping. A few minutes later we drove into a garage and parked, I
was bundled out of the car and when we exited the garage Stan padlocked
it. The garage was next to three run down tower blocks.
    I later found out that Stan was the live-in caretaker for the three
tower blocks which only had a few pensioners still in residence on the
first couple of floors because the tower blocks were due to be
demolished. However Stan's 2 bedroomed flat was on the top floor (24th) of
the middle block; no pensioners lived in his block, which meant no one
could hear anything that happened in the flat. Stan also had use of the 2
bedroomed flat next door and Bill and Craig lived there. The two flats
shared a balcony, the entrances were from Stan's bedroom and the other
flat's living room; basically making it a three bedroom flat not involved
with their "sex and drugs" flat. I'll explain that later. My bike was left
strapped to Jason's Range Rover and with Bill and Craig helping me we all
entered a smelly lift that took us to the top floor. Although still dopey I
did notice that Stan used a key to operate the lift. So unless they had a
lift-key anyone else would have to use the stairs, which made the flats
very private.

    I also found out later that Stan and Bill were local small-time
villains who also sold drugs. And if any boys or young lads under the age
of 25 wanted drugs, particularly weed, but had no money, they'd let them
have the drugs for nothing as long as the kids had sex with them. In
payment for the drugs the kids had to suck one of them off while the other
one fucked them, then vice-versa. If they knew the kids were virgins they
didn't use condoms; if more than one kid was available Craig joined
in. When no kids were available, which wasn't often, and they wanted sex,
Stan or Bill fucked Craig while he sucked the other one off, then they
swapped over. Apparently a guy called Steve, a local 28 year old junkie,
pimped boys for them in return for free drugs, but he didn't join in the
sex, he just found them the kids.
    Sometimes they arranged for three or more of the kids to come to the
flat together; their favourite number was 6 kids, 2 each. They'd make the
kids strip off, the three of them would already be naked; also the three of
them had already taken Viagra in readiness for the orgy to come. They'd
play porno DVDs and make the kids watch while they let them smoke pot and
drink cider. All the time they'd be playing with the kids' bodies, cocks,
and arseholes making the kids reciprocate but they made sure nobody had an
orgasm. Then, when the kids were really high the 3 of them would fuck the
kids or be sucked off by them all night long; using dildos and buttplugs on
the kids' arseholes when they weren't fucking them. If there were any older
kids with big cocks Craig would let them fuck him while he fucked a younger
boy.
    About once a month Stan and Bill would pimp several of the boys out to
some Biker guys they knew who loved to fuck twinks' and teenage boys'
arseholes and mouths. The Bikers held monthly orgies, invariably with a
BDSM theme, in their basement Club House. There were other teens and twinks
there that the Bikers had picked up or were using as sex-slaves. The Bikers
charged for other guys to watch and apparently they paid Stan and Bill a
percentage of the gate. If any of the audience wanted to have sex with any
of the boys they could, but it cost them more money. Stan, Bill and Craig
attended the orgies free of charge, but they had to pay if they used any of
the Bikers' boys for sex.

    Stan, who was obviously the leader of the four, led the way out of the
lift with Bill and Craig half helping, half frog-marching me behind him and
Jason at the rear. We stopped at a door, Stan unlocked the door and threw
it open; Bill and Craig roughly pushed me inside. I grabbed onto the door
handle and leant against the open door for support as I tried to clear my
head and get my bearings.

    Picture the flat: The front door opens onto a small hall, to the right
is the bathroom, it has no door like all the other rooms in the flat apart
from the door to the master bedroom, which is Stan's bedroom, which is
always locked. To the left is a utility room; straight ahead is a short
passageway to the doorway to the living room. Beyond the utility room and
before the living room there is a corridor leading down to the master
bedroom. As you enter the living room on the right there is a doorway to
the kitchen/diner which, like the bathroom, is surprisingly clean compared
to the rest of the flat. The wall between the living room and the second
bedroom has been crudely knocked down to make one very large room. The
whole flat reeks of stale tobacco, pot, booze, and male sex; and the
curtainless windows are so dirty you can't really see out of them.
    Randomly scattered around the floor are 4 dirty, spunk-stained double
mattresses, two of which have rubber sheets thrown over them; there are
also 2 dirty, spunk-stained single mattresses. There are several grubby,
spunk-stained pillows and a couple of large black-leather, spunk stained
bean-bags. At the far end of the room, under the window, is a large tatty
leather couch facing a huge state-of-the-art T.V., and a state-of-the-art
DVD player on a shelved cabinet. There are loads of DVDs in the cabinet and
strewn across the floor. They are DVDs of all sorts of gay male sex, but
mostly featuring boys, teens and twinks being sexually used and abused by
older men singularly, in threesomes (2 men), or in orgies. There are
several BDSM DVDs, a mixture of all hunks or hunks and older twinks
domineering twinks and teens. There are some DVDs of boys and teens in
orgies with no older men apart from the occasional twink. A few of the DVDs
are of teens and twinks having sex with various animals, mainly dogs and
horses or donkeys. The teens and twinks are being fucked by the animals, or
sucking the animals off, or usually both. Between the couch and T.V. is one
of the rubber covered double mattresses. All around the room are various
sex toys, some of the dildos and buttplugs are incredibly large; and there
are several in-use tubes of lube scattered about. There is also some
leather bondage equipment and a lot of pieces of rope and leather straps.
     Jason gently took my arm and slowly led me into the living room and
sat me down on a bean-bag. Jason had to stand behind me with his hands on
my shoulders propping me up; I was so far gone I kept going to fall
over. Whenever I had a lucid moment I wondered what was going to happen to
me. I guessed that it had to involve sex of some description from the
snatches of conversation I could recall; and in the state I was in there
was no chance of my escaping. The other three were in the kitchen and I
heard laughter and beer-cans being opened. After what seemed like ages, but
was probably no more than a couple of minute, they came out of the kitchen
drinking cans of lager and Craig was smoking a joint which they kept
passing around, but not to Jason.
    After looking me up and down while making rude comments and groping
themselves they roughly pulled me up. Then, ignoring my feeble protests,
within a few seconds they'd stripped me naked but for my trainers. Stan
tore my shorts as he yanked them down and lifted my feet out of them, then
Craig followed up and removed my underpants none too carefully. And as Bill
pulled my T-shirt off over my head I heard that rip too. I blushed and
automatically dropped my hands over my soft cock to cover it which caused
the three of them to laugh and snigger. Then Stan embraced me roughly with
one arm and tried to snog me, his big hand around my throat. I kept my
mouth tightly shut and struggled as well as I could, he laughed a dirty
laugh and let me go. Bill, who had quickly stripped off and was now naked,
then grabbed me, but I wouldn't kiss him either. He gave up and
contemptuously pushed me down onto the two single mattresses which an also
naked Craig had placed one on top of the other. I was getting very
frightened now and my head was swimming, and as I tried to get my bearings
again I looked up at the 4 men; Stan and Jason were now naked too, and all
four of them had hard-ons. I'll never forget my first sight of them naked
and hard so I'll describe them to you:
    Stan was just about 6 feet tall, with cropped salt and pepper hair,
stubble the same colour; he was quite ugly with a broken nose. He was
thinnish but his body looked firm and he had a slight paunch. His body was
quite hairy, salt and pepper again, and he had a thick bush of black pubes
with a few grey hairs. He had several tattoos on his arms and body. When I
saw Stan's hard cut cock I gasped, it was 6 inches long and much thicker
than normal, much, much thicker than mine. It must have been over 8 inches
in circumference with a flared, dark-purple knob whose corona was slightly
thicker than his dark cockshaft which was covered with lots of big, knotted
veins. His big balls were housed in a tight, hairy ballbag.
    Bill was Jamaican, he stood 6 feet 2 inches tall and was stockily built
and average looking. His uncut cock was 9 inches long and much thicker than
mine too, but not as thick as Stan's, with a torpedo shaped knob. His
cockshaft was smooth. His hair was short and crinkly as were his pubes and
he had a loose shaved ballbag which contained a pair of big balls. His
torso was hairless and solid; he had a few curly hairs on his arms and
legs.
    Craig was 6 feet tall with longish red hair, and he had a thin, white
body which was totally shaved. He was quite feminine; you could almost call
him pretty. His bright red nipples were very prominent; longer and thicker
than any I'd seen before. His thin uncut cock, about as thick as mine, was
8 inches long with a pronounced upward curve into his body. He had a tight
foreskin and a bulbous bright red knob. His ballbag was red and hung well
down and his balls were average sized. His pubes had been shaved bare which
made his cock look even longer. The white cock-shaft had lots of flat blue
veins beneath the surface.
    Jason was 36, very handsome and stood 6ft 2inches tall; he had a
shaved, gym honed body, but not overly muscular. His blonde hair was short
and his eyes were blue and his body was shaved apart from a trimmed and
shaved area of blonde pubic hair above his thick 7 inch uncut, veined cock
which had a bulbous, light-purple knob. His average sized balls were housed
in a loosish shaved ballbag. I found out later that Jason had a fling with
Craig when Craig was 20, but they broke up when Craig got involved with
drugs and Stan and Bill.
    Although I was under the influence of drugs and booze, and I didn't
really know anything about Stan's, Bill's and Craig's lifestyle at that
time, it finally dawned on me that I was going to be raped; and my already
soft cock shrank away to almost nothing and I trembled involuntary. I was
unsuccessfully struggling to get off the beds and to my feet when Bill and
Craig roughly grabbed me and turned me onto my belly, pushing a thin,
stained, smelly pillow under my head and a thicker one under my
belly. Apart from Jason the other three started making dirty comments and
graphically telling me what they were going to do to me and my boypussy,
which I immediately realised was an abusive term for my arsehole. I became
very frightened.
    Bill grabbed my wrists, sat above my head, and pulled my arms apart
before trapping them under his meaty thighs. Then he reached out and lifted
my chin and I saw his big black, throbbing 9 inch cock just inches from my
face. At the same time Craig grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs wide
apart; my knees and feet were on the floor and my arsehole was totally
exposed. I tried to struggle and fight them off at first; but I knew I was
no match for them the state I was in. I gulped, sobbed quietly into the
smelly cum-stained pillow, and my body trembled involuntarily again when
Stan knelt between my thighs, roughly parted my arse-cheeks, and spat onto
my pucker two or three times. In my line of sight I saw Jason sitting on a
beanbag just behind Bill; there was a concerned look in his eyes and he
looked reassuringly at me before he called out.
    "Come on guys, give the kid a break, you know he's a virgin; and he's
probably scared shitless. Craig's told me that you usually loosen virgin
boys' arseholes up a lot before you fuck them."
    Stan gave a really dirty laugh and snarled:
    "He won't be a virgin for fucking long; and he'll be a right boypussy
whore when the four of us have finished fucking his virgin arsehole! He's a
sexy little cunt and he's really got me worked up, I can't wait to fuck his
virgin boypussy." Stan paused. "But maybe you're right; I don't mind `em
screaming and pleading but I don't like `em screaming too long, it puts me
right off my stroke! And if they bleed that's a no-no too."
    Stan moved off the bed momentarily and I saw him pick up a tube of
lube. Then I caught Jason's eye and he gave me a half smile of
encouragement. I clung onto that as I realised that Jason wasn't smoking
dope or drinking booze like the others, or even talking dirty about me. In
fact he didn't appear to be at all comfortable with what they were doing to
me; so I tried to ignore the fact that his cock was hard and he was idly
tossing it. Stan grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and turned it. He
placed a bottle of vodka against my lips.
    "Drink this you dirty little fucker; it'll kill some of the pain!" he
turned to Jason. "There you go Jason; I'm being nice and considerate to the
little virgin pussyboy!"
    Stan had obviously given me an order, and I noticed Jason nodding yes
in the background, so I opened my mouth; I was putting a lot of trust in
Jason. Stan poured vodka into my mouth until I coughed and spluttered for
him to stop. He took a big swig then handed the bottle to Bill before
kneeling between my thighs again. I screamed and screamed and pleaded with
Stan to stop when, without warning, he rammed a finger straight up my
arsehole, my sphincter automatically clenching tight around it. Like his
hand Stan's fingers were big, they were long and thick. Although it was
lubed Stan's finger had really hurt me, nothing had ever been up my
arsehole before. Stan slapped my buttocks hard a couple of times causing
them to sting and burn which brought more tears to my eyes; and he growled:
    "Stop screaming and get used to it you pussyboy whore, you're going to
have three of my fingers up your virgin arsehole before your virgin
boypussy is ready for my big fat cock! And before today's session is over I
bet you'll be a right cock-hungry pussyboy bitch. You'll be begging and
pleading for my big fat cock, or any other men's cocks to fuck your
boypussy for that matter. And I assure you the more you fight it and clench
up your ring-piece the worse the pain's going to be for you; so I suggest
you try to relax."
    I guessed that Stan meant my sphincter when he said ring-piece, and I
started to sob into the dirty, smelly pillow because I had no control over
my sphincter at all. Then tears streamed from my eyes when Stan yanked his
finger out of my abused arsehole and almost immediately forced three
fingers straight back up it causing me to scream and plead with him to stop
again. The lube they were coated with didn't seem to make it any easier for
me and I could only guess at how painful it would have been it Stan hadn't
used any. I tried to relax my sphincter but it kept clenching automatically
as my body's defences took over. I pleaded with Stan not to try and stick
his immensely thick cock up my arsehole, telling him it would split me in
two. All that earned me was a very hard slap on each buttock causing me
more pain, and a growled:
    "Shut the fuck up! My big thick cock's going up your virgin boypussy no
matter what you say!"
    Then my heart sank when I suddenly remembered that Stan had said that
all four of them were going to fuck my arsehole. If Stan's fingers were
causing me so much pain, what amount of pain would his massively thick
cock, let alone the others' cocks, cause me? So, when Craig lifted my head
and put the vodka bottle to my lips, I didn't have to be forced, I guzzled
a load down while Stan's three fingers roughly stretched my sphincter while
rapidly finger-fucking my virgin arsehole. Thankfully the vodka was
beginning to take effect and the pain eased ever so slightly and my
arsehole numbed a bit.
    After a few minutes Stan yanked his fingers from my arsehole and I
breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived. Seconds later Stan
pushed two fingers covered in lots of lube back into my arsehole and worked
the lube around. Then Stan removed his fingers and immediately rammed his
massively thick (to me) 6 inch cock straight up my arsehole until I felt
his big balls hit my buttocks. My screams were even louder as bolts of pain
caused by the massively thick alien invader shot through my body, and I was
sure that Stan's massively thick cock had torn some part of my arsehole; I
think I even blacked out for a few seconds. But, thankfully, Stan didn't
start fucking me straight away; he lay with his hairy body resting heavily
on top of mine while nuzzling my neck, giving my burning arsehole time to
get used to his cock I guessed. I could feel his heart beating against my
back and his massively thick cock throbbing away inside my abused
arsehole. He pushed his hand under my body and roughly groped my limp cock
and balls, afterwards positioning my cock so that it was pointing up the
mattress towards my chest.
    "Mmmm, no reaction yet, but I bet the little pussyboy bitch's cock'll
get hard when I start fucking his boypussy. I can just tell the little
cunt's a natural born bottom; his hot little boypussy was made to be
fucked! Jason, why don't you come and take Craig's place? Earn your right
to fuck the little bitch's boypussy. Then when I've filled the little
fucker's boypussy with my spunk Bill will be free to shove his big black
cock straight up the little cunt's arsehole. I don't want his boypussy to
have time to recover from my cock. I've got to tell you something though he
was definitely a virgin! And although the little cunt might be 20 he's got
the hot, tight boypussy of a 14 year old, just like the little half-caste
fucker Carlton whose virginity we took last month."
    So, seemingly reluctantly, Jason came over and took hold of my ankles;
and as I drifted in and out of coherent thought I wondered why Jason let
Stan order him about all the time. Jason didn't seem to be the same sort of
person as the other three; he seemed nicer, gentler, more refined even; I
couldn't even understand his being in their company. Craig came and knelt
by my head and bent over Bill's big black cock, he took three-quarters into
his mouth and started to noisily suck and slurp on it. Bill and Stan
started talking dirty again, but once again Jason made no comments. Stan
lifted his upper body off my body and grabbed my hips and then began to
work his massively thick cock slowly back and forth in my anal canal with
short, but still painful, strokes, and my arsehole felt like it was on fire
and splitting in two.
    I bit into the smelly cum-stained pillow to try and ease the pain; I
knew there was no point in my begging Stan to stop, to take his massively
thick cock out of my arsehole; I was going to be fucked whatever I said or
tried to do! Stan lay between my legs and I could feel his hairy legs
scraping against my smooth, trembling thighs. Then Stan speeded his strokes
up a bit, grunting as he did so, and my sphincter began spasming
uncontrollably around his massively thick cock-shaft. I tried to relax my
sphincter as Stan had suggested but it seemed to have a mind of its own and
kept spasming. I'd stopped crying now, I just sobbed softly into the smelly
pillow hoping my ordeal would soon be over. Stan's breathing got heavier
and after several minutes Stan shouted:
    "Fuck this! The little cunt's boypussy is far too hot and far too tight
to fuck slowly! His ring-piece keeps spasming, trying to keep my cock out
of his arsehole; so I'm going to make the fucker really feel my big thick
cock fucking his hot, tight boypussy!"
    Stan started to speed up his fuck-rate causing me more pain, and I
could feel and hear his big balls slapping noisily against my buttocks as
Stan's massively thick cock slammed up and down my battered
arsehole. Stan's strokes were longer too, eventually so long that his big
flared knob barely remained inside my battered arsehole on his out
stroke. And as Stan fucked my arsehole faster and faster there was another
shock in store for me; my own cock twitched and started to fill out. "What
on earth is going on?" I thought to myself as Stan's cock pounded
relentlessly up and down my arsehole. Stan's movements were also causing my
stiffening cock to be masturbated by my belly and the rough mattress
beneath me, and to my shock and horror I soon had a precum leaking hard-on.
    Craig lifted off Bill's big black cock, which glistened with precum and
saliva, and took Bill's place. I didn't struggle on the changeover, I'd
accepted my fate; I just wanted the nightmare to end as quickly as possible
and I closed my eyes to try and block-out what was happening to me. Bill
moved next to Stan while shouting words of encouragement, and Stan mouthed
obscenities about me and my arsehole, or boypussy as he continually called
it as he fucked my arsehole even harder, his massively thick cock
relentlessly pounding against my prostate as it ploughed remorselessly up
and down my anal canal.
    By now the vodka had kicked in and I was in a drunken stupor; but, in
the back of my mind it registered that although I was being violently
fucked my cock was now rigid and steadily leaking precum onto the filthy,
smelly mattress, and my cock was so painfully stiff that my foreskin had
peeled back and lodged behind my corona. The fact that my cock was
responding in this way was beginning to worry me almost as much as the
physical abuse my arsehole was receiving. Although my arsehole ached
painfully and felt like it was on fire Stan's massively thick cock was
sending powerful sexy sensations coursing through my body. Stan's breathing
became even more ragged and laboured and his grip on my hips tightened, his
long, thick fingers digging into my skin. I was sweating profusely as was
Stan and I could feel his warm sweat dripping down onto my body. Then it
happened, my body stiffened, I groaned loudly, and my rigid cock started
shooting rope after rope of spunk into the smelly mattress and pillow, and
my sphincter wouldn't stop wildly spasming around Stan's massively thick
cock-shaft. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had and I shot my
biggest load ever while moaning loudly with pleasure. Stan let out a
jubilant cry and shouted:
    "I told you the little bitch was a natural born pussyboy, listen to the
little cunt moan with pleasure while he's shooting his load and my big
thick cock's still fucking his boypussy; and the little cunt's hot, tight
fucking ring-piece is milking the spunk from my balls!"
    Stan's grip on my hips got painfully tighter and he bit into my neck as
a dog would to keep his bitch in place, not breaking my skin but
frightening me nevertheless. Seconds later Stan forcefully and painfully
rammed his massively thick cock as far up my arsehole as it could go, his
ample pubic hair scratching my buttocks. Stan continually bucked against my
arsehole as I felt his spunk start splattering against the walls of my anal
canal while he chanted "FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" My orgasm subsided while
Stan was still filling my arsehole with his thick warm spunk; but,
alarmingly for me, my cock stayed rigid. Did that mean I was Bi or even
queer I wondered? I was brought back to reality when Stan unceremoniously
yanked his softening cock from my arsehole causing me to wince with more
pain and my eyes flew open. There was no respite for me though, within a
second Bill took Stan's place between my legs, he grabbed my hips, and I
felt his torpedo shaped knob break through my well stretched sphincter.
    Thankfully Bill had lubed his cock up well so it was easier for me to
take his big black cock. Although it was thick Bill's cock was nowhere near
as thick as Stan's cock, and Bill's knob was only the same thickness as his
cockshaft so my sphincter wasn't over-stretched. Also Bill didn't ram his
throbbing cock straight up my arsehole like Stan had; he fed it into my
battered arsehole quite slowly. But, although Bill's cock was thinner than
Stan's very thick cock it was much longer, half as long again as Stan's
cock. While Bill slowly fed his long black cock further and further up my
well-stretched arsehole my sphincter quickly tightened up around Bill's
cockshaft. And then, much to my disbelief because I was feeling some pain
in my arsehole again, my body shuddered with pleasure and my rigid cock
again started leaking precum onto the stained, smelly sheet, now stained
with my sticky spunk too.
    Although I was befuddled there was no doubt in my mind that my body was
beginning to enjoy what was happening to it, I knew I just had to be Bi at
least. Then I started sobbing again when I thought of what that would mean
to my relationship with my beautiful twin boys if they, or especially their
Mother, ever found out. Eventually when Bill's big black throbbing cock was
as far up my arsehole as it could go and his big balls were hard against my
buttocks Bill rested his weight on top of my body and stayed there for
several seconds while he spoke to Stan.
    "Fucking Hell Stan, you're so right, what a hot boypussy the little
cunt's got. Even after being stretched wide by your big thick cock his
boypussy closed up almost immediately around my cock; and it's really hot
and tight around my cockshaft. I think it's even tighter than Carlton's
boypussy, and that was oh so fucking tight! If I hadn't just seen you
fucking the little cunt's boypussy I'd swear I was fucking a virgin! I know
I'm really going to enjoy this fuck! No sloppy seconds here!"
    Stan came and stood by Craig and I gasped between my sobs when Craig
turned his head and took Stan's softening cock into his mouth to clean it;
Stan's cock had just come out of my arsehole! I'd always tried to keep
myself clean down there, but you never know. However I hadn't noticed any
stains on Stan's cock, but then again I was preoccupied with the sensation
of Bill's big black cock throbbing away deep inside my arsehole. (I later
found out Stan had wiped his cock on my T-shirt first.). Then Bill began to
fuck my arsehole with long slow strokes, his big black cock going places
Stan's cock had never been. And to my horror yet again my body responded
and I started to sort of fuck myself back onto Bill's big black cock trying
to match Bill's movements as he continued steadily fucking my arsehole. I
couldn't believe what was happening; even though I was in some pain I was
enjoying having my arsehole fucked by a man's big cock, and more and more
of my precum leaked onto the dirty smelly sheet beneath me as Bill's big
black cock squelched up and down my arsehole. Stan changed places with
Craig who started snogging him; Stan's very thick cock was stiff again and
just inches from my face.
    When I realised that the pain had actually eased to just a sort of
rawness, and a dull ache, I began to relish the sensations Bill's cock was
giving me as it rubbed to and fro across my prostate. My tears and sobs
subsided and I started to moan softly into the smelly pillow. I just had to
be queer; even though my arsehole felt raw I was enjoying being fucked too
much not to be! In the back of my mind I suppose I was beginning to accept
the fact, but I wished that my introduction to male sex didn't have to be
so brutal. After several minutes of steadily fucking my arsehole Bill
tightened his grip on my hips and started to increase his fuck-rate until
his big black cock was slamming up and down my arsehole; I moaned and
groaned louder into the smelly pillow as Bill's cocked pounded against then
rubbed across my prostate. Bill's big black cock was now causing me some
pain again but the pleasure it was also giving me far outweighed the pain.
    Then it happened, Bill's cock slipped out of my arsehole completely,
Bill instantly grabbed hold of it and rammed it straight back up my
arsehole. I moaned loudly and then bit into the smelly pillow as a bolt of
pain shot through my body. But I was also ashamed that I'd actually derived
some pleasure from the extra pain of Bill's cock's re-entry into my
arsehole. Bill and Stan were continually talking dirty but I blocked them
out as I ashamedly concentrated on how good Bill's big black cock felt as
it fucked up and down my arsehole. Stan lifted his legs off my aching arms
and I spread them out in relief as Stan called out to Jason:
    "You can let the little cunt's legs go Jason, he ain't going anywhere!
He's enjoying having his boypussy fucked by Bill's big black cock too much
to try and get away. Look at his arse moving, he's even trying to fuck
himself on Bill's cock! I told you he was a natural-born bottom, a real
pussyboy! Why don't you get Craig's cock ready for his turn? You always
used to like sucking on it!"
    I blushed because Stan was right; even though my arsehole still ached
and felt raw I was enjoying Bill's big black cock fucking my arsehole and I
was trying to help it along. Then I was surprised to see Jason kneel by
Craig and take hold of Craig's thin 8 inch uncut cock, which was rigid with
his foreskin lodged behind his corona and his bulbous knob was slimy with
precum. Jason ducked his head and started sucking on Craig's cock, and I
vaguely wondered what hold Stan had over Jason to be able to order him
about, but my mind drifted back to the pleasure of being fucked by Bill's
big black cock. Stan pulled my head up by my hair and rubbed his hard cock
across my lips, I guessed what he wanted, but I kept my mouth shut. Stan
slapped my cheeks hard with his thick, meaty cock a couple of times leaving
precum stains.
    "Open your mouth wide you little cunt, then stick out your tongue and
lick my knob! That's if you know what's good for you!"
    I didn't know what to do, I'd never tasted a man's cock before but hell
I'd never had my arsehole fucked before either, so I thought I'd better do
what Stan was ordering me to do; I was in no position to argue anyway. So I
opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue. Stan gave a dirty chuckle as
he rubbed his huge precum slimed knob all over my tongue. I automatically
gulped and swallowed and I experienced the faint taste of his precum. Next
Stan pushed his huge knob into my mouth and, after telling me to watch my
teeth, on Stan's order I began to suck on it, and I soon felt his precum
trickling down my throat. Although having a man's hard cock in my mouth was
totally alien to me, and my jaws were stretched wide to accommodate the
massive thickness of Stan's knob, after several minutes somewhere in the
back of my mind I was beginning to enjoy it; and I vaguely wondered what a
man's spunk would taste like. I was also beginning to enjoy being sexually
dominated by the two men who were filling my body with their big cocks from
both ends. I sucked harder on Stan's huge knob, taking about an inch of his
massively thick cock-shaft into my mouth too, and I was rewarded with more
precum. Then, after several more minutes of avid sucking on my part, Stan's
thick cock stiffened and started throbbing. And when Stan pulled his cock
from my mouth I felt somehow disappointed.
    "Well done cunt, I guess that was your first time sucking a cock and
you did well! You're turning into a right little cock-sucking pussyboy but
I think we'll save more cock-sucking until later. After everybody's fucked
your boypussy and filled your arsehole with their spunk I want my big cock
up your boypussy again!"
    Stan moved away a bit and let my head drop back onto the dirty
pillow. Stan had said he was going to fuck my arsehole again! "Oh shit!" I
thought to myself, "how long is my ordeal going to last?" Then I went back
to guiltily enjoying the pleasure Bill's big black cock was giving me as it
ploughed up and down my arsehole accompanied by squelching sounds and the
sounds of Bill's big balls slapping against my buttocks. I could also feel
Stan's warm spunk leaking from my arsehole and trickling over my balls and
onto the smelly mattress beneath me. By now, because I was so turned on by
the pleasure Bill's big black cock was giving me and I was close to
shooting another load, I was literally soaking the smelly mattress with my
precum. The next time Bill's big black cock slipped from my arsehole he
immediately rammed it back home again, and as it hit and rubbed across my
prostate I groaned loudly, my body stiffened, and another big load of spunk
started spewing from my cock and my sphincter spasmed uncontrollably around
Bill's cock-shaft.
    "The little cunt's cumming again!"
    Bill shouted as he gripped my hips tighter and started fucking my
arsehole even harder, if that was possible, as my spunk continued shooting
onto the sheet. Every time my sphincter spasmed shut while I had my second
orgasm the pain/pleasure caused by Bill's big black cock forcing my
sphincter back open was exquisite! I think I shot an even bigger load than
the first one; well it seemed to last much longer. In the background I
vaguely heard Stan start giving the others orders. And I saw him pick up a
huge electric-blue dildo which must have been a foot long and as thick as
Stan's cock and hold it out to Craig.
    "Craig shove this dildo up your arsehole and get into position, Bill's
going to shoot his load soon. When your cock's inside the dirty little
cocksucker's arsehole Bill will hold onto the dildo and you can fuck
yourself on it while you fuck the little cocksucker's boypussy. So Jason
you'd better get yourself ready too, I don't think Craig'll last too long
with the dildo fucking his arsehole while he fucks the little cunt's hot,
tight boypussy!"
    Still cumming I watched in amazement as Craig quickly lubed the dildo,
bent over, and rammed it straight up his arsehole; he just grunted as the
dildo broke through his sphincter. Then, just as I finished cumming, Bill
yanked his big black cock from my arsehole, and then he rammed it all the
way home, his big balls slapping loudly against my hairless buttocks, and
his body shook as he started to shoot his load. It was a more powerful and
bigger load than Stan's and I moaned with pleasure as Bill's warm spunk
splattered against my anal canal walls while he continued to fill my
arsehole with his spunk; all the time Bill was mouthing obscenities about
my hot, tight boypussy.
    Eventually Bill finished cumming; he yanked his still hard cock from my
arsehole and I immediately felt Craig's bulbous knob break through my
sphincter as he rammed his rigid 8 inch cock as far up my arsehole as it
would go. I felt pain again, but I didn't care, I wanted Craig to fuck my
arsehole with his 8 inch cock until he shot his load inside me like the
other two had. I was really getting into being fucked; I was starting to
love feeling a cock inside my body. Then I blushed because I realised that
the only Guy in the room who really turned me on, cock or no cock, was
Jason and I couldn't wait for him to fuck my arsehole either.
    Craig pushed his arms under and over my shoulders pulling my arsehole
down hard onto his cock and he immediately started fucking my well abused
arsehole like a rabbit, short, deep, very fast thrusts which made his knob
pound against my prostate while he chanted "FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!"
Craig's lower body was bouncing off my buttocks and thighs; it sounded as
if I was being spanked. My own cock had gone soft but the harder and faster
Craig fucked my arsehole was causing my cock to fill out again. The speed
and energy of Craig's squelching fuck was forcing more of Stan and Bill's
spunk from my arsehole. Within just a few minutes Craig buried his
throbbing 8 inch cock deep inside my arsehole, he groaned "FUCKING HELL
YES!!" and his whole body stiffened then shuddered as he started filling my
arsehole with his spunk. He didn't shoot as much spunk as the other two had
but when Craig yanked his cock from my arsehole out of the corner of my eye
I could see that it was still rigid and jerking about and Bill was still
holding the dildo in place up Craig's arsehole and gently fucking it.
    Jason moved into Craig's place and nuzzled and kissed my neck while he
very slowly, and very gently, eased his well lubed, bulbous knob through my
sphincter, and then he stopped. He passionately kissed my neck and when my
sphincter quickly closed around his thick cock-shaft behind his bulbous
knob he whispered softly in my ear.
    "Try and relax Paul, I'll be as gentle as I can, it was less painful
for you for me to get my cock through your sphincter before it started to
close. I want to make love to you not rape you! When you're comfortable
with my cock inside you let me know and I'll continue."
    Jason's words, not his throbbing cock, sent a tremor of pleasure
coursing through my body and my cock hardened to its full 6 inches. Stan
said something about more booze and the three of them trooped off to the
kitchen. I turned my head to look and saw that Bill was still gently
fucking Craig's arsehole with the dildo while he cleaned his half-hard cock
off on my shorts and Craig cleaned his stiff cock off with my underpants. I
groaned inwardly, what was I going to wear when my ordeal was finally over?
But now I wanted Jason to make love to me so I turned my head towards his
and huskily whispered.
    "Make love to me please."
    Jason sought out my mouth and as he began to slowly and gently fuck my
arsehole with his thick, throbbing, 7 inch cock we snogged, tenderly at
first but then with more passion. And as the passion of our snogging
increased so did the speed and the depth of Jason's fucking. My arsehole
was still raw and aching but I didn't care anymore I ignored it because the
man of my desires was making love to me. Although Jason's cock wasn't the
thickest or the longest cock that had been forced up my arsehole it felt
the best and it was sending waves of pleasure coursing through my abused
body. Jason wasn't forcing me to have sex with him, he was making love to
me, there's a big difference. I now knew that I was Gay and I became
oblivious to the seedy surroundings as I concentrated on the pleasure our
making love was giving me.
    Irrespective of the pain it was the best sex I'd ever had by miles and
I just hoped I'd see Jason again after my ordeal was over; I just knew I
was falling in love with him. Why, I wondered, couldn't I have met him
sooner? After the twins were born of course because I loved them to death,
but before I'd found out I was Gay this way. As we snogged we were moaning
into each others' mouths and our breathing was becoming laboured. I was
leaking precum again and could feel another orgasm building. I broke the
snog just long enough to gasp:
    "Are you close?"
    "Yes!"
    Was Jason's gasped reply and then we were snogging again. Minutes later
I groaned and my third load of spunk started to erupt from my rigid,
jerking cock. Jason was only seconds behind me and I thrilled to the
sensations of his spunk splattering against my anal canal walls. Our
orgasms seemed to go on forever, but when they finally finished Jason left
his softening cock inside my arsehole and we snogged tenderly. In the
background while we were cumming I'd heard a telephone ringing in the
kitchen and Stan's gruff but animated voice as he answered it, but I didn't
take too much notice, I was too into making love with Jason. We were still
tenderly snogging and my cock was stiffening again, as was Jason's, when
our love making was broken by the return of the other three from the
kitchen and Stan's sarcastic remarks.
    "Well, well, well, just look at the lover-boys!"
    We broke our snog and I blushed as Jason and I turned to look at Stan
who continued in what was now his pleasant voice.
    "That was Steve on the phone, he's bringing three new kid's over to be
broken-in in an hour, and three of our regulars are joining us too; so
we've all taken Viagra ready for an all night teenage gangbang. So the
sooner you two finish up and get out of here the better!"
    Jason answered Stan with a touch of authority in his voice; the first
time I'd heard it.
    "We'll get out of your way as soon as possible, but we'll need to clean
up first of course. And I'd like Craig to find a pair of shorts and a
T-shirt for Paul, you've ruined his own clothes; obviously I'll give Craig
some money for them. Oh, and I'll need your spare keys for the lift and the
garage. I'll give them back to Craig when he calls round with that
information I asked you for."
    "That sounds reasonable Jason; use the bathroom in this flat, we'll be
using the main one next door. Bill and I fancy having our arseholes eaten
out by the new kids, so we need to have enemas; we don't want them catching
anything!" Stan turned to Craig. "Oh, by the way Craig, I didn't tell you
but Steve said that one of the regulars will be that 6 foot, well muscled
skinhead, Mark. You know who I mean, the one you like to give a Viagra to
so that he can keep his big fat 8 inch cock hard all night long and fuck
your arsehole time after time. So I'd suggest you take that dildo out of
your arsehole now and let it tighten up ready for him."
    (I couldn't help but notice Craig's face when he heard Mark was coming
over, it was a picture; he looked like the cat that'd got the cream!)
    "Then get the clothes for Paul and the keys for Jason before joining us
to clean yourself out. Okay Bill lets go next door and start cleaning up."
    Stan must have been looking forward to the gangbang, he sounded really
happy and amenable; but then, as Stan and Bill passed us, Stan leered
frighteningly down at me.
    "You're a lucky little cunt; it looks like you've missed out on another
round of having your boypussy fucked, and lessons in how to suck men's
cocks and eat their spunk as well."
    Stan paused and cocked his head to one side while still leering down at
me.
    "Or maybe you regret that you're not going to be fucked any more now
that you're a fully-fledged, cock-sucking pussyboy?"
    Bill and Stan broke into peals of dirty laughter when Stan said that
and they left the room. They were eventually followed by Craig after he
bent over and grasped the base of the big black dildo, which was pushing
his pert, white arsecheeks apart, and yanked it out. Jason started to ease
his semi-hard cock from my arsehole while he spoke to me.
    "Okay Paul let's get you to the bathroom; when you stand up cup your
hand over you arsehole and I'll help you to walk carefully into the
bathroom." he paused and looked around. "Although looking at the state of
this flat no one would notice if you voided in here I guess!"
    I blushed again when I realised Jason meant taking a dump. When Jason's
cock plopped out of my battered arsehole I went even redder as I let off a
couple of wet farts; Jason told me it was natural and not to worry. Then as
I pushed myself away from the mattresses the dirty, stained sheet came with
me, my cum had glued the sheet to my body and my cock. After prising the
sheet away I got to my feet as quickly as I could and Jason put his arm
around me as support and I leaned against his strong, sexy body. I cupped
my hand over my arsehole, I could feel the cum leaking from my battered
arsehole as I stood there trembling and shaking. And when I took a couple
of deep breaths to try and regain my composure the smell of cum and sweat
was almost overwhelming, and most of the smell was coming from my body!
    My legs were weak and wobbly and my stomach felt weird and it kept
rumbling, I wanted the toilet badly, and I felt the start of a hangover
coming on. I also felt used, and cheap, and nasty, even though I'd enjoyed
Jason making love to me. Jason said I was in no state to walk and he
scooped me up effortlessly into a Fireman's lift and carried me into the
bathroom; picking his clothes up on the way. Jason dropped his clothes onto
a bathroom chair before sitting me on the pan, and then he straddled my
legs while pushing gently against my shoulders to support me. I should have
been embarrassed having someone in the bathroom with me when I was about to
take a dump, but somehow I wasn't; probably because it was Jason. But I
went purple when seconds later my bowels began to noisily evacuate. Jason
smiled down at me.
    "Try not to be embarrassed Paul, your body's sort of in shock and it's
only reacting naturally to all that it's gone through."
    Still purple-faced I finished what I was doing and carefully wiped
myself; my arsehole felt puffy, a little sore and very tender. Jason helped
me up and led me into the shower. While we showered Jason supported me and
slowly as the warm water cascaded over us I started to feel a little
better; more so when Jason occasionally tenderly kissed my lips, my cheeks
or my neck. I also noticed that the bathroom, like the kitchen was clean
and tidy. When I asked Jason why he'd joined the others when they took me
from the pub he told me that he knew that Stan could be rough and had a
terrible temper so when he heard them say they were going to gangbang me
he'd decided to tag along and try to look after me. I thanked him, but I
hesitantly reminded him that he got a hard-on straight away like the other
three when they stripped me. Jason chuckled and said he couldn't help it,
didn't I know what a sexy guy I was? That caused me to blush again, but
inwardly I was pleased. When we'd finished Jason helped me to dry off then
he got me to bend over and support myself against the bathroom wall. He
took something out of the bathroom cabinet and I shuddered when he
carefully applied something cold to the outside of my pucker.
    "It's an ointment to soothe your battered flesh and help the swelling
go down Paul; now brace yourself I'm going to apply a little inside your
arsehole, I'll be as gentle as I can."
    I winced as Jason very slowly, and very gently, worked a finger into my
arsehole and spread some of the ointment about, but I soon felt its
soothing effect. While Jason was applying a second lot of ointment Craig
arrived and dropped some clothes and a couple of keys onto the chair. The
shorts and T-shirt looked almost new, and although Jason hadn't asked Craig
for any I noticed that he'd brought a new pair of designer underpants still
in their wrapper. Then before Craig left he told Jason that Stan and Bill
would probably have the information Jason wanted by tomorrow, so he'd phone
before coming over to tell him. Jason thanked Craig and told him to take a
twenty out of his wallet for the clothes. I think Jason was touched when
Craig said the clothes were on the house because of everything Jason had
done for him in the past. As Craig left Jason told me he was done and I
stood up, I was still wobbly and Jason had to help me to dress. I started
yawning and couldn't stop, on top of everything else I now felt really
tired. I leant against the wall while Jason quickly dressed. Then Jason got
me to put my arm around his shoulder and slowly walked me out of the flat
and into the lift.
    In the lift I briefly burst into tears and then started sobbing again;
everything was too much for me, losing my job, the divorce, having to get
out of the house, then the gangbang, and finally the realisation that I was
Gay. Jason quickly enfolded me in his strong arms and gently squeezed my
trembling body against his while rubbing my back and whispering soothing
words of comfort in my ear. I found Jason's presence and compassion
soothing and comforting and I just hoped that he had feelings for me and we
could take the relationship further. So by the time we got into the car I'd
calmed down a lot and was just sniffling. Jason locked up the garage and we
drove off. I started to give him directions.
    "Er, if you get onto the Bristol Road ..."
    Jason firmly interrupted me.
    "You're not going back to an empty house Paul; you need some TLC; so
you're coming back to my apartment. I've got a guest bedroom that you can
use and tomorrow we'll discuss your future."
    I tried to argue but Jason would have none of it, and his kindness
caused another burst of tears. Within a few minutes we were in sight of the
County Cricket Ground and Jason pointed to the luxury apartment block
overlooking it; the apartment block was about 5 years old.
    "I have a penthouse apartment there. A few years back I developed a web
site, and then at the height of the dotcom boom I sold the company and made
a lot of money which I invested wisely. Now I run an IT consultancy company
with a guy called Brian who I went to Uni with; and I can afford to work
only when I want to."
    I was very impressed, I knew there were only 2 penthouse apartments and
they were very expensive; Sheila and her parents had brought a brochure
home when they first went on sale. We drove into the underground car park
which was card-controlled, and after parking in his named bay Jason helped
me to a private lift which only serves his apartment. The irony of my
second controlled lift of the day didn't escape me. In the apartment's
large reception area, there was a sofa, a wardrobe and a table, and three
doors. Jason told me to take my time and look around while he went through
the door on the left into the kitchen to prepare drinks and some food. I
slowly followed him and looked around the huge kitchen, which had a large
dining area; it was spotlessly clean and ultra modern. I opened the only
other door in the kitchen and walked into an even bigger living room which
was sumptuously furnished.
    I went through another door and entered a wide corridor, a right turn
led back to the reception, so I turned left and the corridor led to two
large, beautifully furnished, en-suite bedrooms. The bedrooms were
separated by a laundry room with access to the balcony. The slightly bigger
bedroom was obviously Jason's, it felt occupied and a wardrobe door was
ajar and I could see clothes. The slightly smaller second bedroom felt
unused, I opened a wardrobe and it was empty, so I reasoned that it was the
guest bedroom. Finally at the end of the corridor there was an office fully
equipped with state of the art I.T. equipment. All the rooms were in line
and a very wide balcony ran along the whole length of the penthouse which
caught the evening sun; there were several sun-loungers and stuff on the
balcony. As I walked back towards the living room I could smell food and I
realised that I was starving. Seconds later Jason called me into the
kitchen, he was sitting in front of a large steak sandwich and a glass of
water. He beckoned for me to sit down; I'd got a steak sandwich and a pint
of milk in front of me. Jason smiled at me.
    "Eat and drink slowly Paul, otherwise your stomach might revolt."
    I asked Jason about the arrangement he had with Stan, and Jason
explained that Brian, his business partner, had a nephew Carl, who would be
16 on Monday. Carl ran away from home some 6 months ago after getting
involved in the drugs scene. Because of the boy's age the Police weren't
really interested. Jason bumped into Craig yesterday and on the off chance
he'd shown Craig Carl's photo. Craig immediately thought he recognised Carl
from one of the Bikers' orgies and he took the photo to show Stan and
Bill. Stan and Bill recognised Carl too, he'd been at the last 2 orgies; he
was with 2 middle-aged Bikers they didn't know. The boy didn't look happy,
and the 2 Bikers kept him to themselves. The gossip was that he was living
with or being kept prisoner by the two Bikers who they found out were
German.
    Craig phoned Jason with the details and Jason set up today's
meeting. Jason offered them £1,000 for the bikers' address and any other
information they could get. He gave Stan half the money Saturday morning,
that's why they were in the Stag celebrating. Jason was thirsty and had
joined them for one drink, that was until he saw me and he decided to stay;
I was so glad he did. Jason told me that not only was I sexy and attractive
I had a nice personality too; I blushed with pleasure. Then he informed me
that Craig should be telephoning tomorrow to come round with any
information and to collect the keys.
    Jason had to remind me a couple of times to slow my eating down. When
we'd finished Jason took me into his bathroom. He explained what he was
going to do, I was somewhat dubious but I put my trust in him. On Jason's
instructions I walked into the large shower and after I bent over and
grabbed the support rail that ran round two of the walls Jason very gently
plumbed me into a built-in colonic irrigation machine. While the machine
worked Jason gently massaged my belly, kissed my back and neck and
whispered endearments to me. I loved the attention and I was only a little
embarrassed at having my insides washed out. I'd decided that Jason could
do whatever he liked with me or my body, I was falling in love. When the
water ran clear Jason gently un-plumbed me and deposited me in a hot bath
he'd run. I felt much better now that I was clean inside and all evidence
of my gangbang had been washed away.
    While I soaked Jason went to make a phone call to his business
partner. I started yawning again and had almost dropped off when he
returned 5 minutes later. After drying me off Jason bent me over and very
gently applied more ointment to my pucker and just inside my arsehole which
was still tender, but at least my pucker was back to its normal shape. Then
Jason scooped me up and carried me into the spare bedroom. There was just a
sheet on the bed because of the warm weather. After I brushed my teeth (a
new toothbrush in the cabinet) Jason tucked me in, he kissed me gently on
the forehead and lips then left my light and the hall lights on dimmed and
went to watch TV. I could vaguely hear the TV when he switched it on. I
looked at the bedside clock and was surprised to see that it was only just
after 8 p.m., but I dropped off almost immediately, I was totally
shattered.
    I woke around midnight; I couldn't hear the TV but faintly heard
movement from Jason's bedroom so I guessed that Jason had just gone to bed
and the noise had woken me up. Although I felt rested and refreshed I also
felt lonely and quite depressed; so I got up, pissed, put a towel around my
waist and went to Jason's bedroom. I knocked on his door and Jason told me
to come in; he was sitting up in bed reading a magazine which he
immediately put down as I entered.
    "What's the matter Paul?"
    "I ... er, feel a bit depressed Jason and oh so lonely. Er, can I sleep
with you ... er, please? I think I'd like a cuddle."
    Jason didn't answer he just gave me a beautiful smile and lifted up the
sheet by way of invitation. I could see that Jason was naked so I smiled
back, dropped my towel onto a chair, and got into bed with him. I spooned
back into Jason's body and he put his arms around me and gently hugged
me. Then he turned my head, leaned over, and we kissed tenderly with
tongues. I could feel Jason's soft cock and balls against my arse-cheeks
and after a couple of minutes I felt his cock twitch and start to grow. My
cock began to stiffen too, and I realised that even after everything I'd
been through and even though my arsehole was still tender I wanted to feel
Jason's thick 7 inch cock inside my body, I wanted him to make love to me
again! I wiggled my butt until Jason's stiffening cock was between my
arse-cheeks, which were greasy from the ointment, and then I broke our kiss
and huskily whispered:
    "Please make love to me Jason, please. I want to feel your beautiful
cock inside my body again."
    Jason's expression was one of surprise then delight and his now stiff
cock jerked between my arse-cheeks. His reply was cautious.
    "Are you sure Paul, your arsehole has still got to be quite sore after
this afternoon's episode and I don't want to hurt you again after what
you've been through. However, I'd love to make love to you again and I'd be
extra gentle, think about it a bit and then decide."
    "I don't have to think about it Jason, make love to me, please."
    Was my whispered reply; why we were whispering I didn't know, but the
rest of our conversation continued in the same vein.
    "Okay, but even though I'd prefer to look at you while we make love
it's going to be a lot easier for you if we at least start on our sides."
    "Whatever you say Jason, you're the expert."
    "And I'll want to make love to you in the future too; I ... er, think,
no, I know that I want you to be my boyfriend and live here with me; that's
if you'd like to."
    My heart raced at Jason's words and I twisted my head and kissed him
long and hard. Then I broke the kiss.
    "Oh Jason, you don't know how happy you've made me feel; when you were
making love to me in Stan's flat I hoped that I'd hear you say those words
to me one day; I knew I was falling in love with you. I only wish we'd met
before today in different circumstances, but I didn't realise that I was
gay until today! And can I really live here with you?"
    Jason smiled broadly and nodded then we kissed again. Eventually Jason
broke the kiss and threw off the sheet; then he positioned us so that we
were on our sides and he held my top leg up and out of the way. Then I felt
Jason's bulbous knob on my pucker, my pulse was racing and my 6 inch cock
was rigid with excitement and leaking precum; I was desperate to feel
Jason's thick 7 inch cock inside my body again.
    "I think the ointment should be enough lubrication, but I'll use more
lube if you want Paul; and remember to try and relax."
    "Let's try it like this first, I'm desperate to have your cock inside
me again, if I need more lube I'll let you know."
    "Right, I'll hold my cock in place and you push back, that way you'll
be in control and you can control everything to suit yourself."
    I felt Jason's knob hard against my pucker, I took a couple of deep
breaths and then pushed back and it was pressing on my sphincter, I
paused. I felt a slight burning sensation but I decided it was worth any
pain to have Jason make love to me again so I pushed back harder. I gasped
when Jason's bulbous knob broke through my sphincter, but I tried to relax
my sphincter and kept up the backward pressure until Jason's knob was
inside my arsehole and my sphincter started to close around his throbbing
cockshaft. Then I paused again to catch my breath and I concentrated on
relaxing my sphincter which was spasming wildly around Jason's throbbing
cockshaft. All the time Jason was kissing and nuzzling my neck and
whispering words of encouragement to me. Although it was painful for me it
was nowhere near as painful as it had been when Stan had forced his
massively thick cock straight up my virgin arsehole.
    After a couple of minutes I slowly pushed back again and Jason's thick
7 inch cock slowly but surely started to disappear into my arsehole. I was
sweating and I felt some pain and a burning sensation but I stood it to
have Jason's cock filling my anal canal. Somehow I managed to keep my
sphincter relaxed and minutes later I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt
Jason's loose ballbag hit my arsecheeks.
    "Well done Paul, now take your time getting used to the sensation of my
cock inside your arsehole. When you're comfortable with it let me know and
I'll start making love to you."
    I could feel Jason's cock throbbing away deep inside my arsehole, it
was a wonderful sensation and precum oozed from my cock-slit in an almost
continual stream. But I realised that the ointment wasn't enough and I'd
need more lubrication.
    "Er, Jason can you pull your cock out to your knob and lube up your
cock-shaft a bit, I think I'm going to need it! Then push it all the way
back in so that I can get comfortable with it."
    Jason chuckled, and I felt him move back a bit so that he could get
some lube out of the bedside cabinet drawer. That caused his cock to move
about inside my arsehole and I almost purred with pleasure at the
sensations that caused.
    "I'm glad you decided on more lube Paul, I want this to be as painless
as it can be for you."
    Jason carefully and slowly eased his cock out of my arsehole until just
his bulbous knob was inside my arsehole which caused me to quiver with
pleasure. He generously lubed his cockshaft and around my pucker, then he
started to slowly feed me his cock. It was a lot easier this time and I
pushed back to take the last couple of inches. When Jason's balls were hard
against my buttocks I turned my head and we kissed again; tenderly at first
then with rising passion until I broke the kiss and gasped:
    "Oh Jason! Please fuck me!"
    We went back to kissing passionately while Jason started to fuck me
with short, slow strokes. While we continued to kiss passionately Jason
slowly, but continually, lengthened his strokes until only his bulbous knob
was left inside my arsehole on his out-stroke; but he didn't speed
up. Jason's knob and cockshaft rubbing back and forth across my prostate
were sending waves of pleasure through my body and even more precum was
oozing from my cock-slit and my cock was rigid and jerking about. My
arsehole burnt a little but after a couple of minutes there was no real
pain just a distant, dull ache, all of it far outweighed by the pleasure
Justin's cock was giving me. Then, without breaking his stroke or our kiss,
Jason rolled onto his back taking me with him, his strong arms around my
chest holding me firmly as he fucked up into my arsehole. I could feel an
orgasm building and I broke our snog just long enough to gasp:
    "I'm close!"
    Before we kissed again Justin gasped back:
    "Me to, try squeezing my cock with your sphincter on my in-stroke!"
    After a couple of attempts I got into it, and I got extra pleasure from
Jason having to use more force to push his throbbing cock through my
tightened sphincter and back up my arsehole. Minutes later I broke our
kiss, my head lolled back against Jason's chest, my body stiffened, and
spunk started to shoot from my cock into the air then rain down onto my
body. My sphincter now spasmed automatically and after my first shot Jason
grabbed my hips forcing my arsehole down hard on his cock and I felt his
warm spunk start splattering against my anal canal walls, HEAVEN! When we
came down from our orgasmic highs Jason scooped up what spunk he could off
my body and ate it, then he rubbed the rest of my spunk into my skin before
rolling me over until we were both on our sides; his semi-hard cock was
still inside my arsehole. I gave a big yawn and Jason turned my head and
tenderly Frenched me when I stopped yawning, I could taste my spunk in his
mouth. Jason broke the kiss and whispered into my ear:
    "Good night lover, I'll see you in the morning."
    I whispered the same back and within seconds I was fast asleep again. I
was woken up by the sound of a banging door; I turned and looked at the
clock, and it was just before midday. Jason was missing and the smell of
coffee and bacon drifted through the apartment masking the smell of male
sex still clinging to the sheets. I was on my side and there was a towel
underneath me; Jason must have put it there but he hadn't disturbed me. I
stretched and yawned then gingerly got out of bed. I picked up the towel
which had some of Jason's dried spunk on it. Walking carefully I went to my
bedroom and into the bathroom where I dropped the towel into the laundry
basket. I used the loo then had a quick shower, taking care as I washed my
arsehole. After I'd dried myself I felt my pucker, it seemed to be back to
its normal shape, but I still felt a slight ache in my arsehole. After
brushing my teeth I put a clean towel around my waist and headed for the
kitchen. Jason was preparing a plate of breakfast for me when I entered and
he turned and gave me a big smile. He was wearing a baggy pair of gym
shorts and I'm sure I saw his cock move as he looked me up and down
approvingly.
    "Morning Paul, I was just about to wake you when I heard you getting up
so here's your breakfast; I'll bet you're hungry. And I hope you slept well
and feel okay?"
    But before I could answer he'd put the plate on the table next to a
steaming mug of coffee and taken me in his arms before tenderly kissing
me. My thigh was pressed against his cock which started stiffening as did
mine. After a couple of minutes Jason broke the kiss, which was getting
quite passionate, then he grinned at me as he groped my now hard cock and
my balls.
    "There'll be time for some more of that later you sexy bugger; now you
haven't answered me yet."
    I beamed at him.
    "I didn't have time before you grabbed me! I had a really good sleep
Jason, I feel good and yes, I'm starving!"
    "Good, how's your bum feel?"
    "A bit tender."
    "Right, when you've eaten I'll have a look at it and put some more
ointment on. I had my breakfast ages ago, and then I went and used the gym
and had a swim; the gym and pool are on the first floor. I'll show you them
later after I sign you in as a resident at Reception and you get your own
swipe card. Oh, and while you're eating I'll phone Brian and give him the
news on Carl; Craig's been round to tell me what they found out. Craig's
just left, you probably heard him bang the door on his way out; he's always
been noisy. Then I'll put the washing machine on; the sheets are a bit
messy."
    I blushed.
    "Oh, I've put the dirty towel into the laundry basket in, er, is it my
bathroom?"
    Jason put his strong hands on my shoulders and looked deeply and
lovingly into my eyes.
    "Yes Paul it's your bedroom, but you'll be spending a lot more of your
time in my bed than in your own. When I've sorted Brian out, done the
laundry, and got your arsehole sorted out I'll drive you to your house and
you can pick up what ever you want to bring back. I don't imagine there's
much, and without being offensive your clothes although clean they aren't
the best quality. I know you don't make much money, so then we'll go
shopping for new clothes for you."
    I started to protest but Jason put his finger on my lips to stop me.
    "No arguments Paul, remember I'm a very wealthy man!"
    Then Jason kissed me tenderly and went into the living room. I'd just
finished my breakfast when Jason returned.
    "Put your dirty crockery into the dishwasher then go into your bedroom
and wait for me. I'm washing the clothes Craig gave you so I'll sort out
something of mine for you to wear. I've got a pair of shorts that really
are too tight for me now and an old pair of Speedos that you can wear as
underpants, they're too tight for me as well; and I'll find you a T-shirt
that will fit."
    So after putting my crockery into the dishwasher I went back to my
bedroom. In the bathroom I put the towel on the rail and I'd just finished
brushing my teeth when Jason walked into my bedroom with some clothes
draped over his arm and a tube of ointment in his hand. He'd removed his
shorts and his half-hard cock flopped about as he walked. Jason dropped the
clothes and his shorts onto the bed and walked into the bathroom. I hadn't
closed the door, there were just the two of us in the apartment and after
what had happened yesterday I wasn't embarrassed being naked in front of
Jason.
    "Okay Paul, bend over and spread your legs."
    I braced myself against the wall with my body at right angles and
spread my legs like Jason told me to do. Jason squatted behind me and
lightly ran his fingers over my pucker and I shivered because they tickled
me. I shivered even more when Jason ran his tongue up and down my
arse-crack a few times, always pausing at my pucker and pressing his tongue
against it. Finally Jason squeezed some ointment onto my pucker and
carefully smoothed it onto and around my pucker, and then he applied more
ointment which he started to very carefully work into my arsehole. I
shuddered, I felt a slight burning sensation, but my cock began to
thicken. I think Jason took longer than was really necessary to apply the
ointment because by the time he'd finished he'd worked four applications of
ointment around and inside my arsehole and he'd got 2 fingers fully inside
my arsehole. He was slowly twisting them about and gently stretching my
sphincter at the same time causing my cock to stiffen. Applying the
ointment was obviously not the only thing on Jason's agenda. The pain had
all but disappeared and my body shivered in pleasure from the work-out
Jason's fingers were giving my arsehole. My breathing became ragged and I'd
got a raging hard-on, my foreskin had peeled back behind my corona and
precum was running down my jerking cock-shaft which was hard against my
trembling belly. Jason's voice was husky with desire when he spoke.
    "Stand up and turn around."
    I did as I was told and stood with my back against the wall. Jason
grasped my hip with his free hand and pushing his head against my belly he
swallowed my rigid, jerking cock until my tightish ballbag slapped against
his chin. Whereupon Jason began sucking and swallowing causing his throat
muscles to masturbate my rigid cock. I grabbed his head with both hands,
threw my head back, and started to moan with pleasure chanting "YES, YES,
YES!" That seemed to spur Jason on and he sucked harder and swallowed
faster; and then he started to face-fuck himself on my cock, it felt
incredibly sexy. I looked down to see my cock fucking in and out of Jason's
mouth, but he always kept my knob inside; and he continued to finger-fuck
my arsehole and stretch my sphincter. Then Jason took my balls in his free
hand and began to fondle them quite firmly while he started to tickle my
prostate with his fingers; I moaned even louder and tightened my grip on
his head.
    "Oh shit Jason! I'm gonna cum!"
    Jason pulled back until my knob was in his mouth and as he sucked
really hard he manipulated my prostate. That did it, my back arched off the
wall, my body stiffened and my hips pumped upwards as spurt after spurt of
my spunk blasted into Jason's mouth. I shot another big load; obviously my
balls were full to bursting again even after yesterday's draining. As I
started to come down from my sexual high I could hear Jason greedily
swallowing my spunk. Jason kept sucking on my cock long after my orgasm
finished and eventually I had to force his head up so that my tender, but
still hard, cock was released from his mouth. Jason stood up, embraced me,
and we snogged passionately while our hands roamed all over each others'
naked bodies. I could taste my spunk in Jason's mouth, and I could feel
Jason's hard cock digging into my body; but when I tried to take it in hand
Jason stopped me and broke our snog.
    "No, not yet Paul, we've got too much to do, there'll be plenty of time
for sex later. I really shouldn't have sucked you off, but you're such a
sexy lad with a lovely body and cock, so I couldn't resist eating a load of
your spunk before we start; I so love the taste of your spunk!"
    So we reluctantly broke apart and I got dressed while Jason chatted to
me as he put his shorts on, no underpants I noted. The Speedos Jason had
given me to use as underpants were tight even on me; Jason must have looked
really sexy in them, and they partially hid my erection when I put the
shorts on which were also tight. But Jason's erection was obvious in his
baggy gym-shorts; he didn't seem concerned though. When I'd put the baggy
T-shirt on, which finished below my balls thus hiding my erection, Jason
took my hand, squeezed it, and led me into his bedroom and put on a baggy
cargo- shirt which helped hide his erection. Then after Jason picked up a
small back-pack we left the apartment and went down to the garage and the
car.
    At my house the only things I wanted to keep were a much loved leather
jacket I'd bought with my first week's wages and all the photos of my
boys. While I was packing them Jason phoned a friend of his to come and
clear the house, then I phoned Sheila. She was out so I left a message
telling her I'd moved out and had also arranged to have the house
cleared. After getting it off Jason I told her the apartment land-line
number, but I didn't give her my new address. I'd sort that out later when
I decided how much to tell her about my new life.
    Then we drove into town to shop for my new clothes. While we were
driving I told Jason that when my Mom passed away my Gran, her Mom, used to
look after me in term time when I got home from school until my Dad got
back from work. She was a really good cook and I learned a lot from her and
by the time I was fourteen I was doing all the cooking in the house; I
loved to cook. So Jason phoned a business acquaintance there and then and
arranged for me to start a Cordon Blue course at the local Catering College
immediately, even though it was mid-term.
    Jason took me to an upmarket Gents' Outfitters where he bought me so
many clothes he had to buy two suitcases to pack them in. A senior
salesperson called Leigh attended to us exclusively; from the banter that
passed between them Jason obviously knew him quite well. Leigh was in his
mid-thirties, he had cropped black hair, was 5 feet 10 inches tall with a
gym-honed body, and he was very good looking. Although Leigh was handsome
and manly he was also very camp; and when he measured my inside leg he
pushed his hand up onto my balls and held it there for a couple of seconds;
I went bright-red and of course I got an erection. I found myself
permanently half-hard being in Jason's company. All through the fittings
Leigh kept making innuendos which caused me to keep blushing; and my
erection just wouldn't go away. Jason seemed to find it very amusing and I
kept glaring at him.
    We finally got back to the car and as we got in and belted up I started
to have a go at him, but Jason embraced me and snogged me, I was soon
snogging him back. When he broke the snog Jason took my hand and pushed it
into his shorts' pocket which had the bottom cut off and I happily groped
his stiff, precum leaking cock all the way home. Jason also apologised for
letting Leigh play me up saying that I looked so cute and sexy when I was
embarrassed it turned him on; I forgave him. Back at the apartment we
changed into short bath robes and Jason helped me to stow my new clothes
away. Then Jason ordered a Chinese take-away, which turned out to be
Jason's favourite food as well as being mine. Then, after the delivery-man
had gone, we quickly shed our bathrobes, and we ate it all washed down with
a couple of lagers. We chatted while eating and found that we had many
similar interests in music, film and TV comedy shows. We touched each other
a lot while eating and occasionally kissed; we both had erections or
half-hard cocks throughout our meal.
    When the meal was over Jason said he'd clear up and told me to go and
brush my teeth then join him in his bedroom. When I got to Jason's bedroom,
still naked of course, he was in his bathroom brushing his teeth; he was
still naked too. I threw the sheet off and lay back on his bed, my cock was
rigid in anticipation, jerking about and leaking precum. It was all I could
do not to wank myself off as I admired Jason's muscled back and taut, solid
buttocks jiggling about as he brushed. Jason joined me on the bed and we
had a long snogging session, passionate but tender. Our cocks were rigid
throughout and we smeared precum all over our bodies as we threshed
about. When Jason eventually broke the snog he laid me on my back and got
over me in a 69 and we started sucking on our hard, precum leaking cocks. I
was so worked up that when we'd been sucking each other's cocks for only a
few minutes I suddenly arched my back off the bed and started to flood
Jason's mouth with a big load of cum. Jason noisily swallowed it all, and
he never spilled a drop.
    Eventually my orgasm finally subsided and I collapsed back into the bed
exhausted. But I soon revived when Jason swallowed my still erect 6 inch
cock to the root and began to masturbate it with his throat muscles while
he started to gently fondle my balls. I tried to reciprocate and swallow
his thick, throbbing, 7 inch cock but I kept gagging. Jason lifted off my
cock just long enough to tell not to worry, that I'd have many occasions in
the future to practice my deep-throating skills. So I went back to sucking
and slurping on his knob and half of his cock-shaft while fondling his
balls. Inevitably after about 10 minutes of intense cock-sucking we both
had orgasms at roughly the same time, both of us shooting big loads. We
hadn't said anything before starting our session, but instinctively we both
kept some of each others' spunk in our mouths; and when our orgasms were
over we snogged passionately and shared it. We went to sleep with me
spooned back into Jason and engulfed in his strong arms with his half-hard
cock nestling in my sweaty arse-crack.
    That was our first night together as lovers; it was over 2 years ago
and we're still together and very much in love. I'm still at College and
working hard at my Cordon Bleu course. Jason's business goes from strength
to strength and he has to go abroad on business occasionally; he's been
away for the weekend, but he's phoned from the airport and should be home
soon. I've just finished preparing Jason's dinner, a Chinese dish that I'm
finishing off in the oven. And now I'm going to prepare his sweet, my
arsehole! I'm going to give myself an enema so that my arsehole is clean
and ready and waiting for Jason's beautiful cock. Jason always wants to
make love to me and fuck me when he gets back off a business trip, and he
always cums at least three times inside my arsehole before his balls are
fully drained and his cock goes soft; and they're all big loads. While he's
away he never even wanks off let alone has sex with another guy, that's why
he can cum so much; he's totally faithful, as am I.
    Carl? That's another story and maybe one day he'll tell you it; suffice
to say he was safely rescued and now lives close by in his own apartment;
we're all good friends. And yes, he's gay too.
    I still see my boys regularly, and Jason and I take them on holiday to
his villa in Spain; they get on well with Jason and don't seem to find our
sharing a bedroom strange, probably because they've always shared one.
Sheila doesn't seem to mind that Jason and I are an affair either; and
she's quite taken with Jason. Her new boyfriend is in the same line of
business as Jason and he's told her how well known and rich Jason is, which
might have something to do with her laid-back attitude.


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