Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2007 09:09:28 +0930
From: David Richards <bargo-9@hotmail.com>
Subject: PICKED UP

It had become normal for me to feel horny every day.  At age 18 being horny
and getting an unexpected erection which will just not go away is not
unusual -- at least that is what my friends told me.  As I bussed home after
work on that Saturday, I realised that I felt more horny than usual.
Fortunately, I was seated near the door and it would not be too difficult
for me to leave the bus without the bulge in my trousers becoming too
obvious.

The bus stopped.  I self-consciously got off holding my back-pack in front
of me to hide the obvious bulge caused by my erection.  Taking the first
turning on the left I found myself in a quiet, almost deserted street
leading to an even smaller tree lined street encircling a rectangle of
green grass and flower beds.  On the far side was the block of flats in
which I lived.

Once indoors, I stripped and turned on the shower.  There was only one way
that the stiffness of my erection could be made to subside.  I had to, I
needed to shoot my load of spunk.  I stepped into the shower and quickly
washed my body.  With one soapy hand, I drew back the foreskin, holding my
stiff penis at the bottom of the shaft.  With the other soaped hand I
lightly stroked the head of my penis.  Ah, that felt nice.  I rinsed it and
kept on stroking.

My hand was soon moving firmly and more quickly over the head which was
becoming increasingly sensitive and swelling.  I felt my eyes close to
slits and the muscles of my thighs grew tense.  I would have liked it to
last longer.  All too soon that delicious feeling of spunk churning
somewhere inside me was followed by my erection beginning to spasm as the
churning became more forceful.

My load began to force itself with increasing urgency up the stiff shaft.
A ribbon of creamy white spunk leapt from the slit at the tip of my cock
followed quickly by another and another.  Aahhh, that felt good -- that felt
so much better.  I watched the thick white fluid ooze down the light blue
tiles of the shower cubicle and gave a long sigh of relief.  My penis was
already softening when I squeezed the last of spunky fluid from it.

I towelled myself dry while standing in front of the full length mirror and
looked at myself.  I wasn't particularly good looking nor did I have a
really good physique but my abs and pecs were not all that bad.  Not bad, I
thought looking at my reflection.  I had seen plenty of less attractive men
and, I had to admit many with better builds.  Perhaps I ought to go
training at a gym.

The cause of my potential embarrassment was now semi flaccid -- neither hard
nor soft -- and surrounded by the black bush of my pubes, the only hair on
my torso, except hair armpits.  Beneath my cock hung my balls.  They ached
in a dull sort of way as they busily made more spunk to replace the load I
had shot in the shower.  I returned to the bedroom and decided to put on
hunting gear -- a pair of shorts (no undies), a T-shirt and a pair of
sandals.

I called it my `hunting gear' because it was the kind of clothing which I
found attracted the attention of other males, especially gay males who I
wanted to meet for a one night stand of sexual enjoyment or a more fleeting
encounter of mutual masturbation.  Apart from showing off my waistline and
pecs above and package beneath, from a practical point of view it was the
kind of clothing which was quickly and easily discarded and just as easily
put on again.

I thought to myself, `do you really want to go out?  You've shot your load
and feel more relaxed.  You cold stay in and watch a video.'  My brain
though this a reasonable attitude.  My cock thought differently.  It wanted
to be fondled and made to shoot the load which my balls were patiently
generating, slowly but definitely making me horny again.  Go out', it
urged, find a good looking hot young spunk and have a one nighter'.

The `for and against' argument had been won by my cock the minute I put on
those shorts made of thin shiny green material which showed off the bulge
in my pants made by my genitals, even when, as now, my cock was soft -- well
almost.  The cut of the material was such as to produce a protrusion which
no gay guy would miss.  The lower part of the material was split like any
jogging shorts to give both freedom o movement and display more thigh

My thighs were firm and muscular from daily jogging.  I looked in the
mirror.  `Yeah, not bad,' I thought looking at my reflection.  Good
waistline, nice bum and just the right amount of thigh showing to pique
interest.  I picked up my key, several banknotes and some condoms before
turning out the light and slamming the front door behind me.

Where would I go?  The park and its toilet for a quickie, into town and the
gay sauna for several hours of enjoyment, or a gay bar and a casual pick-up
which could lead to anything.  Almost instinctively, I chose the latter and
started walking with a purposeful stride.  There was a gay bar just over a
kilometre away where I knew a few guys with whom I had whiled-away several
pleasant hours.  I recalled one guy in particular -- Jason -- who was about
the same age as me and had invited me back to his flat where I had spent
the night.  Very nice in bed and we had enjoyed our sex.

Time passes quickly when thinking about such things and I looked up to find
that I had arrived at the my gay bar of choice.  It was close to sunset but
the place seemed unusually quiet with only a handful of cars parked
outside.  I went into the main bar and my impressions were proved correct.
Two or three people were at the bar, several more sat at tables, all men of
course.  I walked up to the bar and asked for a beer.

`Bit quiet for a Saturday' I remarked to the barman who I knew slightly.
`Too early for a crowd.  They'll start rolling in a couple of hours or so.'
`Has Jason been in?'  `Haven't seen him but I'll let him know you're here
if I do see him.  Where will you be sitting?  Out on the balcony?' I
nodded, picked up my beer and made my way to the back of the room and out
through a door which led to a veranda overlooking the river.  The door,
controlled by an electric lock swung back and closed with a click.

The balcony was a wooden structure with three tables and a bench running
along its length.  It was unlit but there was enough reflected light from
inside to dimly see by.  It was a favourite area among the gay customers as
a place where one could have a quiet discussion, engage in some serious
snogging and even mutual masturbation without attracting the wrath of
management or anyone else.  Staff were very tolerant -- two were gay - and
would usually turn a blind eye to those seeking other forms of sexual
pleasure.  In turn, access to the `balcony' was limited by management to
regulars and those who were known to them.

I was the only person on the balcony.  I took a seat not far from the door
end and contemplated the river as the last of the twilight turned to
darkness.  I must have been sitting there for some fifteen minutes and had
almost finished my beer when the click of the door lock made me look up.
An older guy I guessed to be about twice my age -- mid 30's - came through
the door and sat on the bench not far from me.

`Waiting for a friend?' he asked.  `Yeah but its kind of on the off chance
that he turns up.'  `Like another beer?'  he asked as he got to his feet in
anticipation of my saying yes.  `Yes, thanks.  A light ale.'  He
disappeared through the door and a few minutes later returned with a
chilled glass of beer which he placed in front of me.  He picked up his own
glass and sat down next to me so that we could both get a better look at
each other.

I raised my glass to him and took an appreciative mouthful, replacing my
glass on the table and noting that he was checking out my groin area.
Definite interest here I thought.  `And what's a spunky young guy like you
doing here all alone on a Saturday night?' he asked.  `As I said, I dropped
by on the off chance that a friend of mine might show -- but so far its no
show.  How about you?' I asked feeling somewhat bold.  `Just having a look
around to see if there is anyone interesting about.  His knee momentarily
brushed against me but did not remain in contact.

I didn't respond -- at least not with my thigh but I felt my cock beginning
to stir.  The last things I wanted was an involuntary erection, since I was
not sure that I wanted to be picked up by this guy.  I took another
mouthful of beer and my cock continued to harden.  I felt a bit light
headed which I thought odd since I had drunk less than two beers.  Had he
spiked my beer with something and for no particular reason felt quite
care-free.  I shook by head and heard my companion ask if I was OK.  I
assured him I was, though my cock was now tenting my shorts and felt a bit
uncomfortable.

I spread my legs so that my erection felt less constrained.  In doing so,
my high came into contact with his thigh.  He moved his leg putting
pressure against my thigh, moving it slowly up and down.  I did not move my
thigh away.  It felt nice and in any case he had probably seen the
noticeable and growing bulge in my pants.  I knew what I wanted and as it
turned out, so did he.  Getting an erection on a bus was an embarrassment
but getting one here was an accepted fact of life.  Still I had never
started getting an erection so soon after having shot my load -- and that
had been only 2 hours ago.

`I've met a few horny guys out here on the balcony,' he said, 'how about
you?  `Sometimes' I told him.  `When was the last time?' I asked.  `Well,'
he said in a soft confidential voice, `I met a really spunky guy here last
Tuesday.  Very horny.  Wanted me to suck him off there and then.  Of course
I told him this was not the place but he had a nice erection, stiff with
the need to cum -- a bit like you.'  `Did you suck him off?' I asked feeling
oddly relaxed.  `Yep.  Took him home and very slowly drained him, then took
him to bed.  Do I detect a bulge in your pants? He asked.  `Talk like that
always gets me hard.  Was he nice?' I inquired, inviting him to continue
his stimulating chat.

`Oh yes,' my companion reminisced, `very nice.  In his mid 20's and very
nicely hung.  I had quite a bit of fun with his balls -- pulling them,
sucking them.'  His hand moved to my left thigh, as I knew it would.  `Ahh,
such nice thighs,' he aid.  `All muscle,' he said as he stroked my thigh.
By now my penis was firmly erect and clearly tenting my shorts.  `Did he
have lots of spunk?' I asked.  `To start with, I wouldn't let him cum but
when he did, you should have seen it!  Thick pearly cream squirting
everywhere and hardly a drop in my mouth.  I had to keep him for several
hours until he had another load which I could properly suck out of him and
drink.  I love the taste of young spunk, don't you?'

My erection was now as hard as it had ever been, yet he still had not
touched it -- but his fingers had not been idle.  They had made progress and
were now stoking my upper thigh and one of my balls through the silky
material of my shorts.  `God, I need to cum,' I told him.  `All this talk
of drinking spunk ...'  In response, his fingers withdrew from under my
shorts and moved to feel my now rigid erection through the silky material
of my shorts.  Pre-cum leaked from the tip.  He soon found the wet patch
this had made.

`Your leaking,' he said.  I remained silent, not knowing how to respond.
His fingers moved over the length of my erect shaft.  `Not bad,' he said.
`How long is it?  Six and a half inches?'  I made a throaty noise of
agreement and nodded.  `Well, I think I might be able to do something to
that -- but not here.  Far too public and I haven't got the right things
with me.  `Just a suck,' I pleaded as his fingers continued to very lightly
stroke the rigid shaft with the silky material of my shorts.

`I want to strip you and feel and hold your naked body,' he told me, `not
just suck the cream out of you and we can't do that here can we?'  He had
moved very close to me now so that the flanks of our bodies were touching.
He draped an arm over my shoulder and the long fingers of his hand stroked
a nipple.  I responded with an almost involuntary groan of pleasure as I
felt the first tingle of pleasure pass from my chest and find its way in
the form of a tingling sensation in my groin.  He moved his lips close to
my ear.

`Let's go back to my place.  I've got a car outside and it isn't far.
Finish your beer and then we can go and have some fun together.'  Without
further bidding, I picked up my glass and drained it then stood up feeling
rather unsteady but soon recovered, vaguely wondering how a couple of beers
could make me feel as if I had drunk a lot more -- and make me so horny.

`We can't have everyone staring at you he said, easing the bottom of my
T-shirt from my pants and pulling it down so that it partly covered the
outline of my erection.  I didn't feel in the least bit self conscious, as
I followed him out through the main bar and out on to the street where his
car was parked.  He unlocked the passenger door and helped me get in before
getting into the drivers seat and starting the engine.

I don't remember much about the drive to his place but I do remember we
drove into in an underground garage, left the car and got into a lift.
When we got out, I found myself in a long corridor with a floor of polished
wood and several doors on either side.  At one of the doors we stopped and
my companion pressed the door bell, rather than insert a key and open the
door.  Where ever we were, it did not seem to be his flat.  Before I had
time to think more about that, the door was opened by a man of a bit
younger than my companion.  He was completely naked -- and that got my
attention.

`John!  What will he neighbours think,' remonstrated my companion.  `They
won't see anything.  There are no flat doors near us.  And I had no idea
you were bringing anyone home.'  He stepped aside and we entered a short
carpeted hall which led into a nicely furnished lounge.  John followed us
into a pleasant lounge/diner.  `Well, what do we have here?' he asked
rhetorically.  `Oh my!  And a bit excited too,' he added looking at the
persistent, though somewhat reduced bulge in my pants.  `He wants me to
suck him,' said my companion as if that explained everything.  It seemed
to, since `John' asked no further questions.  He was a bit taller than me
and had a nice body which had a good all-over tan and showed little that
was not muscle.  Good biceps and a deep chest.  Not bad to look at, I
thought as I eyed his crotch.

`Well, you've had a good look at me, so why don't you let me have a good
look at you?' John said in a slightly effeminate way as he approached me.
He placed a hand on each of my shoulders and let them slide down my flanks.
`Let me help you off with your T-shirt,' he said as he lifted its lower
hem.  `I'm sure it's warm enough in here for you to feel comfortable
without clothes.'  I raised my arms and let him pull my T-shirt over my
head in the hope that I would soon be having my cock sucked dry.

`Nice body,' said John as he looked me over and curled his fingers over the
waistline of my shorts.  He pulled them down over my buttocks and now semi
erect penis.  They fell down to my feet.  `Very nice,' my companion added,
`though I don't much care for the pubic hair.  John and I always keep
shaved, don't we John.'  `We can always shave him,' John said.  `Would you
mind if we shaved your groin?  It's so much cleaner and it really makes you
look much more sexy.  You even feel more sexy,' he assured me.  `And
alluring,' said my companion who had removed his shirt and was in the
process of taking off his trousers.

John hefted my balls in his left hand and I automatically spread my legs.
I noticed his cock was beginning to grow in length.  He moved my loose
balls with his fingers `I bet these keep you feeling horny all day,' he
said.  `Hmmm,' I replied in confirmation and as an expression of pleasure
as he continued to fondled my balls.  My companion was now naked and semi
erect.  I watched as he stroked his penis a few times, coaxing it to
firmness.  John bent down and I thought he was going to suck me but all he
did was remove my sandals then stood up again.

`You smell nice.  Just had a shower?  He asked and I told him I had
showered before coming out.  `Shall we go into the other room?' John asked.
My companion nodded and taking me by the hand lead me to a door which he
opened revealing a darkened space beyond.  John closed the door behind us
and at the same time turned on a bright overhead light and I quickly
realised that this was not the bedroom I had expected but a bathroom.  `You
don't mind if I shave your pubes do you?  They grow back again quite
quickly,' he assured me.

`Having no hair makes you feel so much more sexy,' John assured me asgain
as he picked up a safety razor.  I was still feeling light-headed and quite
unconcerned that I had an erection and was in the company of two men, both
naked, both semi erect and both interested in me sexually.  `Well, OK.' I
agreed, `but be careful.  Its only my hair I want cut,' I said giggling.
`Oh we will,' my companion said.  `Now into the shower with you.'

I stepped into the shower cubicle which was very large and easily
accommodated two, which was just as well because John followed me into the
cubicle and stood behind me.  One of his arms went round my waist, the
other around my chest so that his hand covered one of my pecs.  He held me
close and I could feel his semi erect penis press against me.  It felt
nice.  My companion -- I never did find out his name until much later --
advanced with a pair of scissors and kneeling in front of me and pushing my
erection out of the way, began snipping at my public hair.  Soon he had it
quite short with strands of the black hair near my feet.

Pushing the shower head to one side, John adjusted the water temperature
until it as comfortable then readjusted the shower head.  Warm water rained
over us.  John again curled his arms around my body and held me while my
companion turned the shower nozzle to one side and soaped my groin.  He
applied he razor with great care, pulling and stretching the skin to get
every last hair.  Then he asked me to sit on the shower floor and raise my
legs so that he could shave my ball sack and between my legs.

John dried himself and said he would go and get us some drinks.  By the
time he returned, he found my companion and I had dried each other and
except for my armpits, every vestige of hair had been removed from my
torso.  We returned to the lounge room and I sat on the settee with John
sitting next to me, now feeling slightly self conscious that we were both
naked, though my erection had softened somewhat.

He handed me a glass of beer and asked me to tell him how it tasted.  I
took a mouth full and told him it tasted good.  `Now doesn't that feel
better' he asked, brushing his hand over my upper groin.  I had to admit
that it did.  I had never been shaved before and it did feel sexy having no
hair there.  It certainly made my almost soft penis look much larger.
`Drink up,' said my companion, `then we can occupy ourselves with some more
pleasurable things.'  I needed no encouragement and quickly downed the rest
of my beer in the expectation that sucking would follow.

I felt a bit dizzy and shook my head to clear it.  My companion, who was
also sitting on the settee next to me stretched out his hand and began
squeezing one of my nipples.  It felt nice.  It nipple started getting
hard.  `How does that feel?' he asked.  `Nice,' I told him and felt John
run his fingers down the shaft of my cock.  It was getting hard again.
`Feel a bit dizzy?' he inquired.  `No, I'm fine.  Aahhh, that's nice' I
said as he squeezed the tip of my cock.

My penis continued to grow as though it had a mind of its own and within a
few minutes was once again fully erect.  John stood up and then pulled me
to my feet.  I staggered a bit and grinned apologetically at him saying
something about having too much to drink.  He held my hand and led me to
another door.  It felt strange walking about with a stiffy which was now so
hard that it stood almost vertically.

This time I thought it must be the bedroom but I was wrong again.  We
passed through the door into a room lit by three wall mounted torch shaped
red lights fixed to walls which, like the ceiling, were painted black.  The
door closed behind us but in remained light enough for me to see in the red
glow that apart from a book case devoid of books but with other things on
the shelves.  Apart for a sturdy table, the room had no other furnishings.
Except, I noted hazily, a number of ropes hanging from the ceiling.  My
companion led me to these and it was then that I noticed black strips of
some kind of material at the end of each rope.

`What are these for?' I asked and for the first time felt a sense of very
subdued, cotton-woolly kind of apprehension.  `These are for tying you up
while we enjoy your body and give you a little pain but lots of pleasure,'
my companion said in a reassuring way.  `All you have to do is hold your
arms out at either side ... that's right, like that.'  I held out my arms
while they each wrapped the black material at the end of the ropes around
my wrists.  `Feel comfortable, not too tight?' my companion asked.  `It's
OK,' I said, `but aren't you going to suck me off?' I asked as they wrapped
the black material around each ankle.

They pulled on two of the ropes and my arms were pulled away from my sides
until they were held out at an angle of about 45 degrees.  Two more ropes
were pulled and the same was done with my feet, leaving me standing but
spreadeagled.  I could move a little but not very far. I tugged at the
black material wrapped round my wrists but it remained firmly in place,
neither tightening nor getting looser.

`He's been such a good boy, let's take it easy on him,' John said.  `A
little lubrication first.'  He went over to the bookshelf and returned with
a tube of KY and squeezed some of it onto my companions middle finger
before he moved behind me.  The coolness of the lubricated finger at my
anal ring momentarily made my muscles tighten but this was not going to
deter that probing finger, nor did I want it to be deterred.  It felt nice
as it pushed against and past the clenched muscle, then began finger
fucking, pulling this way and that.  For a moment, I forgot the growing
need to cum which had been upper most in my mind and from which my cock
needed release.

John returned from the bookcase and handed the other man something which
glistened.  I could not quite make out what it was.  It looked too big for
a dildo but that is just what it was.  Of course I had seen them before and
knew what they were used for but I had never had one put up my arse.  I
cried out in pain as my companion tried to force the head of the dildo into
me.  He withdrew it, applied more lubricant to my anus and forced the head
into me then stopped for a while before turning it this way and that.  All
the while he pushed it deeper into me.  Again I cried out in pain and told
them to stop.  My pleas were ignored.

After what seemed an age, he did stop, presumably satisfied he could get it
in no further.  I still had a roaring erection in need of release, which I
thought was at hand when my companion knelt down in front of me.  To my
amazement and chagrin, my companion came from behind me and stood directly
in front of me.  John knelt in front of him, took his almost flaccid cock,
pulled back the foreskin and licked at its head.  My companion obviously
liked the treatment he was being given and which I craved.  His penis got
harder and harder and watching them made my need to cum feel more and more
urgent.

After several minutes, he had been tongued to full erection.  John ripped
open a small packet and took out a lubricated condom.  This he placed over
the head of my companions' erection and slowly wound it down until the head
and two thirds of the shaft was covered in glistening latex.

My companion returned behind me and my John went back to the bookcase where
he picked up several items before returning.  Slowly and carefully the
dildo was removed to my momentary relief before it was replaced with the
sheathed erect penis.  Smaller it might be but it seemed to go deeper and
was certainly more active as it moved inside me as my companion slowly
pumped it in and out of me.

On several occasions the head of his penis found my prostate gland.  When
ever it did so, my cock jumped slightly and leaked a sticky stream of
pre-cum which dribbled down the rigid, almost vertical shaft.  I sensed
rather than felt this pleasure which was largely eclipsed by what my John
was doing to my balls.  He kept up a running commentary about what he and
the man fucking me were doing and what I would experience.

`He's loosened you up and now he is having a nice long slow fuck.  You will
like his seven and a half inches because it knows just where to find those
sensitive parts inside you -- see what I mean,' he said as my penis jerked
and oozed more pre-cum and yet again I groaned with pleasure.  `But I'm
going to give you a different kinds of experience, which will give me
pleasure and increase your need to cum.  `I need to cum now,' I protested.
`Jerk me off or suck me,' I pleaded.  `Not just yet, sweetie,' he said and
bending forward he licked, then sucked at each of my nipples.  There was
nothing I could do to stop him.  He raked at them with his teeth and I
cried out with the pain.

`Nobody can hear you,' he assured me and I felt a sharp stinging sensation
as he applied the jaws of a crocodile clip to one of my nipples.  Then he
placed a second one on the other nipple and I whimpered with the pain and
the increasing need to shoot my load.  He knelt down in front of me and
took one of my balls into his mouth sucking at it before releasing it and
then sucking on my other testicle.  He released them both.


`Now I'm going to fit you with a ball stretcher,' he said and I watched as
he picked up an object which looked like a miniature coat-hanger jointed in
the middle and made of plastic.  He fitted each of my balls onto its sides,
then pulled it down.  The effect was that it stretched my balls downwards
and apart at the same time.  It was painful and I cried out again.  Slowly
the pain seemed to lessen and be replaced by the increasing tightness with
which my companion was holding my body as the vigour with which he was
pumping my arse increased.

Again and again, the head of his erection seemed to come into contact with
my prostate, mixing the pleasure behind with the pain in front.  His
actions were becoming so forceful that on several occasions John had to
prevent me from falling over.  Then with several quick thrusts my companion
climaxed deep inside me and for several minutes afterwards, he held on to
me tightly, breathing heavily until he recovered from the effect of his
exertions.

`I'm going to loosen the wrist ropes so you can kneel down,' John told me.
Placing a hand on each of my shoulders he forced me to a kneeling position
but he had not loosened the leg ropes with the result that I found myself
kneeling with my knees well apart.  The position I was now in left my
erection rigid but now pointing horizontally with my balls hanging
stretched beneath.

`Now, because you have been such a good boy, I am going to let you suck my
cock.  I've got a nice load of creamy cum waiting for you but I want you to
suck it out slowly.  Plenty of time.  Just go nice and slow or I shall have
to stop you.  Then after you have drained me, it will be your turn.'  He
moved forwards until his erection was in front of me.  `Open wide,' he said
and as soon as I felt his cock on my lips.  I opened my mouth and felt the
head of his penis slide into my mouth.  With a hand on either side of my
head, he began to slowly move both my head and his hips so that I found
myself being slowly face fucked but unable to control his motions since my
hands were still cuffed to the ropes in such a way that I could no reach my
own body let alone his thrusting hips.  Something was happening between my
legs.  My companion was groping my stretched balls, pulling on them in a
gentle way which nevertheless caused a bit of pain.

Johns' movements were becoming slowly but perceptibly stronger and more
vigorous.  He told me it would not be long before he filled my mouth with
his cream.  With an effort he slowed his motions and told me to suck
harder.  I willingly obliged.  I may not be an expert but I do know how to
use my tongue on the head of a cock which is becoming increasingly
sensitive.  I applied my skills as best I could and was gratified to hear
him moan with pleasure in response.

It did not take much longer.  I could almost feel the firmness of his cock
increase and its head start to grow larger.  `Cuuummmiiinnngg' he moaned.
I lashed the tip of his cock head more forcefully with my tongue and was
rewarded with the first stream of spunk, which so forcefully shot to the
back of my throat that I almost choked on it.  I made a quick recovery and
was able to cope with the next spurt of his spunk, and the next.  I
swallowed and swallowed and gently licked.

Then I really began sucking him -- sucking out the last of his cream until
his cock started to soften and he cried out once more before pulling his
semi flaccid penis from my mouth.  I was pleased to see that the slit at
its tip appeared dry.  I had sucked him dry.  He staggered back and then I
felt my arms pulled up as my companion who had been watching me get John
off, pulled on the ropes attached to my wrists.

I was pulled up into a standing position.  My balls were stretched and
ached in a dull sort of way.  My penis was now only semi erect, nowhere
near as strongly as before, though I still needed to cum.  I needed to be
sucked dry.  I wanted moist, sucking lips around the head of my cock.  I
watched my companion as he returned from the bookcase hoping that his lips
would soon be where I wanted them.

He held something in his hand.  It looked like an extra large nutcracker.
He held it up in front of me.  `Know what this is?' he asked.  I shook my
head.  `It's a kind of vibrator,' he told me pointing at its large round
jaws covered with some kind of plastic.  `There are vibrators in the jaws
which are going to get you nice and hard, they may even make you cum.'  `I
want you to suck me,' I pleaded.  `You said you would.'  `Oh, I shall, I
promise you.  Suck all the cream out of you but first we have to get you
nice and hard, so I think a little vibration to start with.

He took up the tube of KY and squeezed some on to each of the plastic jaws,
smearing it evenly over their surface.  Satisfied, he pressed a switch on
one of the handles and the device started to give out a soft humming noise.
Parting the jaws, he passed them over my penis until they were half way
down the shaft, then closed them until they held it firmly between the
jaws.

Immediately I felt a tingling sensation.  Nice I thought as the feeling
began to spread in both directions along the shaft.  He squeezed the
handles together more tightly and the tingling became more intense.  My
semi erect penis began to stiffen.  Ohhh, that felt good I thought.  I had
never experienced anything quite like that before.  The sensations were now
flowing to the head of my erection which was already stiffening.

Behind me John was doing something.  I felt cool lubricant at my anus, then
a bit of pain as something was forced through into my arse.  Then it too
began vibrating inside me and when its quivering head found my prostate I
threw my head back and moaned with the pleasure it caused.  I felt sure I
was going to cum there and then and if those jaws had remained around my
penis, I am sure I would have, but by companion removed them and then knelt
down in front of me and gently took my quivering erection between his lips.

He didn't suck or lick, just held my erection for a minute or so before
moving his tongue over the sensitive tip.  John continued to probe my arse
with the vibrating dildo and found sensitive spots on several occasions.
My companion released my erection from his mouth and I looked down to see a
long ribbon of pre-cum hanging between my penis and his lips.  My whole
body shuddered and a pearly white bead of spunk appeared at the tip of my
rigid unmoving cock.  My companion took it back into his mouth immediately.

Once again he began tonguing the head while stroking that sensitive area
behind my stretched aching balls and between my legs pulled apart by the
ankle ropes.  I could feel it now, that familiar surging of spunk somewhere
deep inside me as it began to move, waiting to shoot up the shaft and out
from the tip.  I moaned louder, my thighs began to shake and then that
vibrating dildo in my arse found that spot again and I started to cum.

It wasn't like the usual climax.  This seemed to be much slower.  The head
of my penis seemed to swell and felt terribly sensitive as the sucking lips
closed even more tightly round the ridge where the head joins the shaft and
the tongue licked at its underside.  Then the shaft of my cock began to
spasm, gently to start with and then with increasing strength and finally
with determined rhythm, pumping spunk strongly up its length.

And then at last, relief as my cream squirted with force into my companions
mouth, forcing him to swallow.  Jet after jet shot out and I would have
fallen over in a collapsed heap had it not been for John who held me up
while the other man finished me off, sucking the last of my load from me,
holding the head of my penis between his lips until my erection was no
more.

I was drained.  Completely sated.  `My balls,' I said weakly.  They ached
in their stretched position. My companion removed the ball stretcher and
watched as my testicles slowly moved up to the underside of my softening
cock.  They helped me out to the lounge and sat me down on the settee where
I relaxed enjoying the after glow of ejaculation while John stroked my
body, trying to make it last as long as possible.  It was a lovely though
exhausting experience.  Later they took me to bed in their Queen size bed,
the three of us naked and drained dry.

I slept soundly and when I woke it was already light and I felt warm and
comfortable and a tingling sensation.  My companion was using the vibrating
nut crackers to coax my penis back to erection.  Although only half awake,
I thought he was doing a good job and was sure to be successful.  John
began sucking my nipples and stroking my body.  He was already erect as he
rolled me on to my side.  I felt his firmness move between my buttocks and
press against my anus.  There was nothing I could do to stop either of them
-- or wanted to.  I was to be subjected to another session of sexual
exploitation -- I hoped -- and wondered what they would do this time.

What they did will be revealed in the next part of this story


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