Date: Fri, 02 Dec 2005 06:26:48 -0500
From: frendnneed@aol.com
Subject: Left to my own devices, Chapter 6

Left to my own devices, Chapter 6
by Walker N.

All fiction of course, none of the characters are real, and if you're
offended, what are you reading it for? It's just a story.

Left to my own devices; Chapter 6

In my dreamlike state I seemed to be having a number of interesting
visions anyway, as it seemed like a few newcomers were filtering into
the now casbah-like former classroom.

I seemed to be dreaming that my body was the focus of a pair of twins
 from Hawaii who I recognized as recent graduates who were also
occasional models and were famous for their perfectly mirrored
positions, and their generous uncut cocks and low hanging balls. They
both had long curly hair that tumbled down to AMG type athletic bodies,
and except for identical small patches of pubic hair and a little under
their arms, were both smooth and hairless.  Kiko and Ken Boy were big
surfers, of course, and often talked about riding the really big waves
in the Islands, and like other strong swimmers they both had big arms
and strong chests, small butts above thickly muscled thighs and calves.
  When together, which was all the time, they would break into a native
pidgin patois that was hard to follow but you got the drift even if you
missed the specifics, most of the time anyway.  I thought they'd
returned to Maui where they were from but seems I was wrong because I
recognized the chatter and now, it seemed that I was their new job,
which they tackled with doubled enthusiasm.  That job involved rubbing
me all over with some kind of coconut lotion and patchouli oil,
followed by a deep muscle massage which felt like heaven on earth.

One twin was on each of my legs, spreading the lotion all over and
working it in, starting from my feet, working up my calves and on to my
thighs. As their strong hands massaged the oil into my muscles it
seemed to warm them and my body began to tingle with expectant
sensuality.  I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure, and the twin
masseurs exchanged positions, and in the process, flipped me over onto
my stomach so they could continue spreading the ointment over the
backside of my legs as well. As they worked their way up my upper
thighs, I felt two more sets of hands begin massaging my feet again. A
luxurious feeling of four sets of hands working all the kinks out my
muscles and making me feel a sensual pleasure spreading up my body to
my buttocks was an exquisite pleasure.

The twins took charge of my ass at this point, each one squeezing and
stroking one mound, spreading more of the oil everywhere and massaging
it in. They worked in unison, slowly delving down the buttocks and into
the valley between, and then insistently they began to spread the
cheeks apart to reveal my puckered anus. I felt a warm breeze as one of
the twins blew on my asshole, and more of the warm liquid was drizzled
into the winking entrance. I felt a finger from one of the boys spread
this oil around the anal rim, followed by a finger from another hand,
then the first one again. They took turns working the lubrication into
my relaxing sphinter. Then I felt another, cooler breeze from another
mouth blowing across my fuckhole, a new sensation that made me shiver
and made my anus contract -- closing up like a sea anemone in a tide
pool.

It was a tickle of anticipation and I giggled a little, then moaned as
a tongue dove into my hole and insistently pushed its way inside. Hands
grabbed both sides of my ass as the tongue retreated, drooling generous
dollops of saliva in its wake. I shivered again and felt the hairs on
my legs stand up.

A third hand began to pour another sort of lotion into my anus that
seemed to make my skin even more sensitive than it already was. As my
asshole was opened up I felt my cock twitch back to life, and with each
new anal exploration, the warm sensation of the lotion turned more
intensely erotic. The insistent anal manipulation had located my
prostate and my dick responded immediately, quickly growing to its full
length, against the mat below me. Soon I felt another hand reach under
there too, hefting my scrotum and discovering that I had an erection.
"We've got wood, boys," one of the twins said triumphantly.

There were murmurs of approval all around and I felt the return of
another set of probing hands, this time armed with a sex toy called a
"butt plug." I felt the smoothly rounded point of a rubber butt plug
press up against my sensitive hole and begin a steady pressure on the
barrier to my rectum. The pressure was slow and steady, twisting around
as it finally entered the hot channel. "Push down," said a deep voice,"
pretend like you're taking a shit. Push back." I did, and it slipped
in, and I caught my breath.

The sex toy's softly pointed end broadened out to the width of a
cucumber before quickly narrowing again and finishing with a wide flat
bottom. "This is just to begin opening you up for us," I heard the
voice whisper into my ear, "and keep you open for later.  We're not
ready to start fucking just yet, but don't worry you'll get plenty of
exercise down there before the night's through."  It all had felt so
wonderful up to this point that I just smiled and whispered, "Thank
you."

Meanwhile the massaging of my body continued up from my buttocks to my
lower back and shoulders, taking in the muscles of my neck and arms and
finishing up with my hands and fingers.  The twins flipped me over
again and my dick flopped up pointing to the ceiling and wobbling back
and forth. One of the boys quickly swallowed it down to my short hairs,
massaging my stomach with one hand and twisting my balls with the
other. A couple of trips up and down my shaft and he was replaced by
his brother, whose mouth was equally ardent. The twins then began
taking turns going down on my cock, breaking suction after a bit by
sharing the tongue bath, one on each side of my dick, carefully licking
it from corona to scrotum.  They then returned to massage my belly and
chest, pausing to suck on nipples one on each side, before continuing
the tongue bath up both sides of my neck to my face where they took
turns again kissing my cheeks and French kissing my mouth, exploring
its depths with their insistent tongues.

My head was reeling with all the competing sensations and I feel
engulfed with an ecstatic passion. The twins resumed their tongue bath
again, this time moving down my body lower and lower down my body and
finally encircling my cock, now fully erect and dripping with
anticipation. "Well, brah, he seems as ready as he's ever gonna be."

"Yeah, trembling like a little lamb," another deeper voice said, I
couldn't see who it was but it didn't sound like any of the men in the
room so far. "Who'll be first to pop this ripe cherry? You, Stephen?"

"No, Thad, both of us are too much for him to start out with, he's
going to have to be completely open and ready before either one of us
can sink our dicks into this sweet pie. As much as we'd love to just
dive right in now, we do want him to learn to love us for our size,
don't we? Not dread the whole experience."

"True enough, not many are ready for my big boy right off the bat.
Yours neither," there was a low chuckle" I forget because of my Tris,
who's the perfect dick destination, not everyone can do what he do."

True enough, Tristan, the perfect bottom, was Thad's mascot, following
him around everywhere, a small nubile Lebanese acrobat who was nowhere
more comfortable than when he was dancing on the big man's dick.

"Where IS your pet this evening?" Stephen asked.

"Well, he doesn't quite measure up for '8 Plus' club so he's home
sitting it out, probly twisting away on that 'plaster cast' Eric made
for me last semester."

"Oh yeah?" I heard Eric chime in, "I remember doing that. Got the idea
from an article on groupies in Rolling Stone. "

"I remember that" Julio, this time,  "the 'Plaster Casters.' Groupies
who made all them casts of all those rock stars' dicks -- to keep for
souvenirs or somthin  - Jimi Hendrix had the biggest one, they said."

"Yeah well it's not easy to do 'em," Eric continued,  "keeping a hard
on all that time so's you can get a good impression.  But Thad did
great." Eric sounded in awe, "he' got such perfect control of his dick
for someone so big. He kept it up, hard as a rock, the whole time and
what a monument it was in the end."

"The perfect image of Priapus," said Stephen.

"Yeah," Thad said, "Well it was a spitting image of my dick, dressed
for company, that's for sure. Tristan even used it to get used to the
real thing after we first met and he has it in a special shrine by our
bed for when I'm gone. He's a little jealous of my coming here without
him tonight, you guys, and he says he understands that tonight's
meeting is '8 Plus' club business, but I know he'd like to be here.
All's I have to do is give him a ring and he'd be here in a minute. "

"Well, we might ask him to come by and show us a thing or two about how
to mount your monster. We'll see how Walker progresses in the program.
Maybe later."

Tristan was indeed the perfect dick destination for Thad. He had an ass
that seemed to be made to be fucked and eyes only for his hero. The two
had been inseparable since an incident the previous year when they met.
Or rather, when Thad saved Tristan's neck - quite literally.

The boy had been lured into vacant equipment shed down on lower campus
by three jocks intent on "teaching the fag a lesson." The trio, who it
turns out weren't even enrolled as students, had zeroed in on the
delicate and rather effeminate young man and had tied him up to a
crossbeam and were systematically slapping the hell out of him and
preparing for much worse when Thad interrupted their plans. The big man
had heard the plaintive cries and muffled crashing sounds coming from
what should have been an empty shed and used his master key to catch
the thugs in the act.

Thad said that when he saw what was happening to the poor vulnerable
Tris, he just lost it and saw red. No one in their right mind would
think of challenging the huge black athlete in a normal fight but this
time he went berserk. Two of the attackers managed to get away and ran
off as fast as they could but the third was cornered and scared to
death, he pulled out a knife and hands shaking, tried to defend
himself. Thad made short work of him, disarming and pinning him to the
ground with one hand, while with the other he had the presence of mind
to radio the campus police.

When the cops showed up they already had the two other attackers
handcuffed in the back of the squad car. They'd been stopped by the
cops for suspicion - running like bats out of hell across campus in the
middle of the night, babbling about some giant when the police caught
up with them.

Tristan didn't want to press charges, being afraid that the attack
might be repeated later, "the police never believe I didn't ask for
it," he'd tearfully confessed, "and they'll be out on the street again
and after me by tomorrow." Thad would have none of that however.

"When I was a boy I had to pass a gang house on my way to school every
day and everyday the same set of gangbangers were laying for me. They'd
steal my lunch money, broke my bike, but mostly they just loved to
pound on me since word had got out that I liked sucking dick. Hell, I
knew I wanted to suck cock the first time I saw one, and they made me
suck theirs' time and time again until I got even and told them they
didn't have much. That just pissed them off and they never let up after
that.

"No one was there to help me before I got big, but when I did get
finally grow, I got bigger than any of them pretty quick and I made
them pay for every one of those beatings."

"They don't matter now. One's in the joint, another one's shot dead,
and the meanest one's stuck in a filthy wheelchair, paralyzed from a
stray bullet in Nam. Ever hear of Karma? That's Instant Karma, dog. No,
you can't let the bullies get away with it or they just get worse and
do it again and again and again."

Meanwhile, I was coming out of my dreamy, foggy state, finding myself
the subject of some intense and carefully detailed scrutiny from the
twins.  Kiko and Ken boy punctuated their physical manipulation of my
body with an ongoing commentary in what must have been a Hawaiian
patois that I only half understood.  What I gathered however was that
the subject of comment was my ass and whether or not they could get it
ready to be fucked by two of the biggest dicks I'd ever seen in my
life.

Another voice belonged to one of the owners of these two dicks to die
for. My mind reeled back to the recent examination by our well endowed
mentor, when I seemed to be riding on his rigid member as it curved up
between my buttocks and poked out under my balls as he transferred me
 from my encounter with Eric and Julio to my current position on the
couch in the middle of the room.  It was all coming back to me again
and I realized I would be riding that big dick before the night was
over.  And I recognized another voice in the conversation as that of
Thaddeus, the black model who was a double for the Hellenistic
sculpture of Hercules, and who now our new night custodian with the
keys to all the locks at school.

When Thad was modeling for drawing class he used to entertain us all
with his enormous dick which seemed to rise and fall by the force of
his will.  His erectile gymnastics always bordered on the downright
pornographic, especially if the room didn't contain the easily shocked
sorority girls.  His ability to make that amazing dick hard and soft as
he wished was always the source of astonished amusement during and
after one of his performances.  Now I realized that this same giant
dick would be rising and falling inside my ass before the night was
over as well. That thought both excited and frightened me. I couldn't
see how I could possibly accommodate either one of these outsized
cocks. The thought of either of them forcing its way up my rectum made
my mouth go dry and I started to panic.

As if they were reading my mind, the twins renewed their efforts to
stimulate my prostate, while cooing and whispering encouraging half
intelligible reassurance at the same time.  Under their skillful
ministrations I felt an intense stimulation, both from the outside as
one hand massaged my perineum and testicles, making them tingle and
draw up tight to my body. At the same time another set of hands worked
on the fully inserted buttplug, twisting it around and around, pulling
it partway out and sliding it back into place, then giving the flat end
of the malleable sex toy a series of hard smacks as it fit flush up
against my ass, then manipulating it back and forth stretching and
widening my sphincter until it was as malleable as a rubberband.

All this attention to my ass had made my cock stand up and begin to
drool again. One twin jumped down on it again and devoured it to the
root once more, slobbering all over it as he corkscrewed his mouth and
fist around and around my shaft. Letting it plop out he dribbled saliva
all over my genitals until my penis and balls were slick and slimey
with spit.

All the while trading appreciative comments about me with his brother.
Kiko interrupted his tongue bath to say, "We 'au au' you body all ovah
brah, unastan 'au au'? It mean wash, lick, you dick taste good, Ken
Boy, chimed  in, saying, "Kupaianaha! It wunnaful Ono loa!"

Kiko continued, "You dick tasty, Ono ka pu u, it delicious, dis dick
brah, the throat craves dis long juicy dick.  Mahalo nui loa, you wanna
turn, my braddah?"
"Aiwaiwa!" Ken Boy responded, "Ho brah, dat kamaha, it wonnaful, we
hana hou, suck you agin, ka nani o unnastan?"

Well no, I dinna unnastan, but I got the drift, and their simultaneous
attentions brought me to the edge of orgasm several times once more,
but each one of those times they could tell and backed off, clamping
off the base of my cock at the urethra, preventing the involuntary
ejaculation and holding back the flow os semen, some of which
nonetheless oozed out anyway when he let go of the base of my dick.
Each time this happened they brought me back from the brink of ecstasy,
and heightened my lust to an almost unbearable point.

Each time cooing in my ear "Ho ka nani, how beautiful, you dick, howsit
brah, We hana hou, do it again now. You wait. Dat be mo' bettah, you
see."

By this time I was completely relaxed and open, my body like putty in
their skillful hands. I felt myself being stretched and bent over, my
legs pulled apart and my feet tossed into the air, only to fall lightly
over either Kiko's brawny shoulders or those of Ken Boy. The lengthy
massage left me completely limber and trusting and I noticed for the
first time the twins perfectly matched cocks. Uncut and erect they
arched up at a 45 degree angle from their small patches of pubic hair.
Their foreskins were generous and even though they were in a completely
rampant state, both glans were still hooded, though the exact shape of
the glans underneath was outlined and the foreskins pulled back a bit
at the tip showing  a small circle of the hot red crown beneath, and
each opening had a large verticle cum slit already leaking  strings of
gooey precum. The boys' penises had pointed glans and when the
foreskins were pushed back they looked like strawberries in shape. From
these pointed beginnings the boys' cocks widened into a thickness that
was unexpected ly fat, then slightly narrowing again where the members
attached their bodies.  At their thickest point I realized that I'd
never experienced anything that size up my ass.

This made me nervous, since it looked like the twins were positioning
themselves to be the first men in the room to fuck me. "Hey guys," I
whined, "go easy on me, OK? I'm not used to dicks as big as yours."

"No worries, brah," Kiko said, "big dicks betta, don' hurt like teeny
ones, unnastan? Once you get it in, you love it. Promise."

Ken Boy laughed, echoing his brother, "Promise. No pain, you see. We
GOOD fuckers, you gonna love dees dicks. Back home, boys line up to get
fucked by dees dicks. You wait. Ho brah, dat kamaha, It wunnaful Ono
loa!"

I didn't completely believe them but my mouth was suddenly covered by
Ken Boy's and he returned to kissing me passionately, pushing his thick
tongue against mine , then sucking it while running his hands through
my hair and tickling my ears, then holding my jaw tightly against his
face. I gasped for breathe and let go of my worries. Kiko felt me relax
at last and lifted my legs up and onto his shoulders, pressing his
weight down on my upstretched thighs so that they were flat against my
chest, exposing my anus any and all comers. With one hand he continued
to manipulate the butt plug, pulling it from side to side, while
someone I couldn't see took over coating the boy's dick with a generous
coat of lube. "Get ready," Kiko said, as he lined up his dick with my
quivering hole, "Dis gonna feel jus great, you see." And with one
smooth movement he pulled the sex toy out of my rectum and replaced it
with the head of his hot pole before my anus had the chance to return
to it's normal, anxious and closed size.

The sudden entry made me freeze with fear and I felt a stab of pain
which stopped Kiko. He told his brother, "Gotta stop. He clamp shut."
Tears came to my eyes, as much from surprise as from any pain. "You
gotta hang loose, brah. Push out like you gotta shit.  Try pushin me
out with you hole, OK?" I knew what he was trying to get me to do and
tried doing like he said, pressing my sphinter hard against his dick,
like I was trying to pass a big turd and it worked. My ring opened for
Kiko's dick and it slid in about four inches and then stopped.

"Oo  you so hot, Walker, you o,"immediately Kiko's dick slid in about
four inches more. "Ho Walka' brah, me beeg deek feel so ono in you
okole, brah. We go slo, you like. Das plenny time. You love our deek in
you, you see. No worries brah, we have fine time tonite."

"Me and my bruddah beeg hoale fucka," Ken Boy said as he shifted  from
sucking my face to licking my cock and balls. "Ho, Walka brah," he said
sweetly, "you deek so beeg too, even fo' an 8 plus club,  an you balls
brah, dey so beeg 'n heavy, tho na so beeg as ours, brah. Nex' time
roun you wan' try dees ones in you tight okole?" As he hefted them, he
gauged their weight, "Brah, da nex' time you put you big cock in me,
eh, I wan' try dat one."

This made me laugh and I caught my breath as Kiko took advantage of my
distraction to sink his dick in the rest of the way, all eight thick
inches , and I felt his short hairs brush up against my scrotum, "Oh
brah, you da bes' Walka. Ho brah, I like dis."

It felt like Kiko's thick cock was going to pop out my throat I was so
full of him. But he stopped and just savored the moment, letting me get
used to the feeling of being fully impaled. Then, slowly he began to
rock back and forth, not really pulling out or anything, just moving
his dick around, getting me used to it, helping me finally relax, and
accept the big intruder. At some point I felt my ring ease off and open
up and begin to stretch out for him. He reacted by laughing and
wiggling his dick up and down, saying "Ho brah, you see what I say,
there be no worries brah, none at all. You da bes' Aiwaiwa! Amazing,
wunnaful, Kamaha o."

(to be continued, should there be interest in the further adventures of
Walker and the 8 plus club story).