Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2001 23:27:52 +0100
From: Antom <antoms@ntlworld.com>
Subject: Memories

MEMORIES by Anthony Thomas
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Chapter I

He was big, my god he was big.  There was just something about him that
shouted size and energy.  He wasn't really a lot larger than my two
friends, but whilst I was used to them making use of and abusing my body
there was just something about him that just shouted size and therefore
most likely more pain than I was used to.  He was jet black and whilst I'd
always considered my friends big, both being six foot, well built and quite
capable of controlling me even when not strapped down, somehow he dwarfed
them.  Not much taller, but broader and black as night, making them seem
almost pale in comparison.  He was wearing a white breechclout but even so
I could see he was in proportion all over.  I just knew this was going to
be a session I would not get over in a hurry, that is if I was able to get
over it at all.  Anyway, really I'm getting ahead of myself and should
really go back to the beginning so to speak.

Looking back at my early years it's easy to say I've always known I was gay
even though I had never heard of the word and the scene wasn't as open as
it is now.  In some respects I was lucky to have the introduction I did,
even counting the times I found it difficult to sit down for a day or so.
I went to a minor public school that few of you will have heard of and it's
name is of no matter anyway, just to explain that it was like a couple of
hundred others dotted around the country in those days and as my parents
worked abroad I was a border and had to stay in England for most holidays,
only visiting them in the summer.

By the time I was nearly 15 we were sleeping in dormitories of around two
dozen beds and it had become common knowledge that I would sleep in the
nude and very quickly go to sleep.  Then, if my bedclothes were pulled back
it would be discovered that I would have a hard on that could be played
with without waking me up.  How many of the boys believed I was really
asleep I couldn't say but quite several liked to come over and play with my
cock until I came, passing comments about it as they did so, and most of
the others used to watch, whilst doing who knows what under their
bedclothes.  None of us were very experienced, or so I thought, and nothing
more interesting was ever tried, or suggested.

During the Spring holiday when my entrance to the gay scene really began
there were only two of us boys who had to stay at the school plus one of
the prefects and the games master.  Being holiday time there was usually no
check on us after we had gone to bed and I have to admit that after a
couple of nights I was feeling quite randy.  Paul, the other boy who had to
stay was slightly coloured and a year older than me.  He had never joined
in with the others playing with me but as he was in the next bed I was
quite aware he used to watch and had wondered more than once what it would
be like to have his black hands on my body.  The night when it all really
started had a bright moon shining in on my bed and putting caution to the
wind I pretended to fall asleep quickly and then by moving around and
turning over managed to push my bedclothes to the bottom of the bed.  I was
excited with the thought that he could see me and was most likely playing
with himself and found it difficult not to take myself in hand but just lie
there on my back with my cock sticking up in the air, giving the odd moan
or twist to make sure he could see all of my body.  Somehow there was a
difference in being striped off like this then in the shower after games.

I was about to give up on him when I heard his bedclothes being pushed back
as he got out of bed and came over to mine.  He stood beside me for a
moment, then I felt first one and then two hands gently touch my thigh,
then move up and over my body, then slightly firmer, up and down, just
brushing my cock in their passage.  None of the others had ever touched me
in this way, only my cock.  I just knew this would be something different.
I felt his weight slowly get onto the bed and when I half opened my eyes
saw he was as naked as myself and slowly wanking himself as he started to
fondle my cock and balls.  I had never really looked at him in this way
before, he was 6 foot, dark coffee tan all over except his black cock that
was half as big again as my own, slim with a football players body and
hardly any body hair.  I started to have all sorts of strange ideas as he
continued to play around and then he started to wank himself harder as his
spare hand moved up to fondle and squeeze my cock which made me gasp and
open my eyes fully to find I was staring straight into his eyes.  They were
very dark and slightly glazed and out of focus but he noticed me and smiled
with his beautiful white teeth and said "you like this all, don't you?"  I
only had time to nod my head before he started to gasp and throw his head
back as he came all over my cock and chest with some splashing up to my
face.

As he got his breath back and was rubbing the cum over my body he put his
hand up to my face and without thinking I started to suck on his cum soaked
fingers.  When I put my hand down to finish myself off he pushed it away
saying "Not yet.  I'll be ready for another session in a moment."  Then
another voice said, "That's good then," and looking up in horror saw the
games master standing at the end of the bed.  It took me a few moments in
my shock to notice he was only wearing his gym shorts.  We both got off the
bed and I bent down to pick up my pyjamas but he said there was no need to
dress and walked us through the deserted school just as we were.  I could
feel the cum drying on my body but even being scared as to what was going
to happen couldn't get rid of the erection sticking out in front and saw
that Paul was in the same position.  Then I noticed in surprise that the
master was in much the same situation under his shorts.

He walked us into the gym where I was surprised to find the prefect, as
naked as Paul and myself, just standing there drinking a bottle of beer and
playing with himself.  He didn't seem surprised to see us and just
continued to play with his cock until it grew hard and stood out like the
rest of us.  He was around eighteen and played for the school rugby team
that showed in his body.  He had curly blonde hair and I had previously
thought was quite good looking. The master was only a few years older,
about five foot ten with a wiry body, tanned all over except round the
waist, dark hair and as he removed his shorts I could see a reasonable
sized cock.

Chapter II

Paul and I were told we could hang around and enjoy ourselves, if we
wanted.  Of course we elected to hang around.  We were both given a bottle
of beer and it was suggested it would help us to relax and so I had my
first drink and started on a second bottle before I realised the effect it
was having.  I no longer felt awkward standing around in the nude with
dried cum over my body.  I wasn't worried about what was going to happen
any more.  I just hoped that I would enjoy it.  I saw the master had knelt
down and had the prefects cock in his mouth and realised that was what I'd
been thinking off when Paul put his fingers up to mine and even while I was
thinking it he told me to lie down and kneeling either side of my chest
brushed his cock over my face and when I opened my mouth placed the tip
inside.  I started to lick it and then without prompting closed my lips and
started to suck.  He smiled and moved up so his knees were pinning my arms
to the floor and his cock was pushed more into my mouth.  I felt hands
round my cock move down to my arse and then two fingers with some grease
pushed up inside me.  As I grunted and tried to push Paul off he smiled
again and told me to enjoy it and not struggle.  I felt something, later I
discovered it to be two fingers, and pushed inside my arse and then feeling
around so that every time I moved they slowly inserted themselves more
firmly up my arse.  Meanwhile the prefect was standing either side of my
head with his cock in Paul's mouth, holding his head and pushing it in and
out while Paul had his hands behind him, twisting and pulling on my
nipples.  It was obvious he had done this sort of thing before and having
more or less enjoyed everything so far, wondered what else he could teach
me.

The prefect pulled out of Paul's mouth and rapidly wanked himself to a
climax over Paul's face and chest, splashing down over my face as well and
I felt the cock in my mouth swell and ram in hard as it filled my mouth
with a sweet salty liquid, too much to swallow so it ran out of the sides
of my mouth and down my chin.  As Paul got up I could see the master
wanking as he knelt over my legs and could see his hand sticking up my
arse.  As the master started to cum over my stomach.  Then the prefect
knelt down and cupping my balls in his hand pulled them down and took my
wet cock in his mouth and started to suck.  I was almost disappointed when
I came almost at once as I wished this to go on forever.

Paul and I were told to go back to the dorm, take a shower and go to bed.
Also, asked if we wished a repeat performance tomorrow after supper.  Of
course we both said yes.  As we walked back Paul turned to me and said "I
told them you'd like it," and as I agreed with him realised it had all been
set up, but didn't care, just looked forward to the following evening.

The following evening we all had super together and after it was suggested
Paul and I change into our shorts and make our way over to the gym.  I had
been randy all day thinking about what might happen and at time it had been
very difficult not to have a wank.  As Paul and I changed I suggested we
went over naked again, it had turned me on last night, and he agreed.  So
we ran through the deserted school just as we were and burst into the gym
to see the others were only just undressing.  After being given a bottle of
beer each again we were told that tonight something different would be
tried, to see how far we would go.

I was taken over to a set of exercise bars that stood right angles to the
wall and having been told to spread my legs found my feet being tied to
ring bolts in the floor.  They lowered one bar to a level with my stomach
and another to my chest upon which my arms were spread-eagled and tied to
so that I was unable to move.  Then a greased broom handle was pushed up my
arse and my body was handled, more roughly than the previous night.  Paul
climbed up on the bars and pushed his cock into my mouth and I started to
wonder how much of tonight had been previously arranged between them.

"You get aroused if you get hurt a little, don't you?" I was asked and I
nodded my head in reply, with which Paul climbed down and went over to a
cupboard and came back with a cane.  The prefect meanwhile started to work
on the front of my body, nipping my tits and pulling on my balls, all the
time looking into my eyes.  "I like to see the pain in your eyes", he said
as he told Paul to start beating me.  Not too hard but enough to hurt all
the same.  At the same time the prefect was wanking himself and then told
Paul to come round the front and stand in front of him while he wanked over
his black cock.  "Now go and replace that broomstick", Paul was told and I
felt the handle removed slowly and then something else inserted in its
place.  Paul's black hands and arms came round to my front and I felt him
jam his body against my back as his cock pushed further and further up my
arse.  I thought I was about to be split apart when he stooped and slowly
pulled out a bit and then in again and shortly I found myself starting to
relax and enjoy.  The prefect was still standing in front of me, playing
with his cock with one hand and nipping my tits with the other.  All the
time staring into my face.  "How does it feel to have a black cock up your
arse", he said and I could see he was getting excited again.  The master
all this time had been wanking and watching and coming over he climbed up
on the bar across my stomach so his cock was level with my face started
wanking and shot over my hair and face..  I could feel Paul getting excited
and starting to groan as he rammed in and out of me in ever quicker
movements and his hands came up to my face and wiping them over the cum he
pushed two of his fingers into my mouth.  Then all at once he rammed in
harder than ever and I felt a warm gush flow up inside and somehow I just
knew I had found what I really liked.

Paul pulled out and came round in front wiping his cock on an old towel but
I felt another cock push up inside before I'd had time to tighten up.  The
prefect was ready for another session already but now he was taking his
time slowly pumping in and out.  As Paul stood there I suggested he move
closer and he came in and after fondling my cock and balls for a few
moments climbed onto the bars pushed two fingers in my mouth followed by
his cock.  By now my face was covered in drying cum I knew it was on the
cock stuck in my face as well.  Even so I sucked on it as the prefect
started to increase speed behind me.  He liked to be rough and was pinching
my tits hard and saying things like, "I'm going to fuck your arse right
open", and telling Paul to "Stick your black cock in his face".  Meanwhile
the master had knelt down in front of me and was licking my cock and balls
and fingering between my legs where the cock was going in and out of my
arse like a piston now.  I came all over his face but he didn't stop and at
around the same time both Paul and the prefect shot their loads inside me
but I couldn't say who was first or who last.  It all seemed to happen at
once.

As Paul and I walked back to the dorm I told him I'd enjoyed it all but
wondered if I could have taken any more He said, "Well one day I'll really
let you have it and afterwards you'll be begging for more."  I thought that
tonight was as far as I'd ever go, so it just shows that even then he knew
me better that I knew myself.


Chapter III

Some of the other boys came back the next day and there was little chance
for Paul and I to have much more than the odd fumble.  Even so, I got more
turned on at night when the others played with my cock, knowing he was
watching and thinking about what he would do to it, and me.  During the
next holidays I stayed with my Aunt on the South Coast and she was quite
happy for me to spend all of my time on the beach where I found among the
dunes an easy way to make extra pocket money.  None of it was very serious
'though and I was actually looking forward to returning to school where the
games master had said he would try and arrange something special for the
next term.

It was quite normal for arrangements to be made for the boys who had no
parents in the country to be taken out from time to time and when I got
back I discovered the master had arranged it that the prefect, Paul and
myself were to make a series of trips to London to the theatre and then
would stay over night in a flat he could borrow.  I just knew there would
be more to it than that, especially when we had to rush in order to see the
matinee of My Fair Lady, then straight into a taxi over to a house in
Wimbledon.  The owner, a well preserved man of nearly sixty welcomed us and
showed us up to a couple of rooms with a shared bathroom.  It was obvious
that both the master and prefect knew him well, also that this had all been
arranged well in advance as there were silky white shorts, T shirts, socks
and trainers laid out on the bed for Paul and myself.  It was suggested we
have a shower and change and be downstairs for 7.o'clock so we could get
aquatinted before the other guests arrived.

We did as asked and went down both wondering how things would turn out.
Paul had not been here before either 'though he told me he'd heard about
the parties.  I was given a glass of wine and then another when the guests
started to arrive.  With us there were twelve altogether with a mixed age
range, us in our mid teens, several in mid twenties and a couple more
around the owners age.  It was only when the meal was over and I'd had
another glass of wine that I discovered his name was John.  We went down to
what he called the games room for coffee, It was in the cellar, had a tiled
floor, reduced lighting, a bar in one corner and I could see a drain in the
other.  There were sofas round the walls and in the centre a table with the
legs cut down to approximately three foot and various straps attached.  I
could also see some chains hanging down from the ceiling.

They put some dance music on and after a cup of coffee Paul and I started
to dance together.  It was very warm and soon we had both removed our
T-shirts. I saw Paul go up and ask the master something.  He turned to John
and then back to Paul who returned to me.  "Do you feel like putting on a
show?" he asked and when I said "I didn't mind", he undid his shorts and
dropped them, suggesting I did the same.  Most of the others were now in a
state of almost undress and I noticed several of the younger ones just wore
leather straps, which I would have liked a closer look at. Paul looked at
me and smiling in his normal way he started to touch me, pinch my tits,
pull on my cock.  By this time we had stooped dancing and he told me to
kneel down and having done so promptly stuck his cock in my mouth without
any warning.  He must have been worked up as he came almost at once, making
me gag and pull away.  It was still running down my face when someone held
my head from behind and pushed their fingers in my mouth.  As I opened me
eyes I saw one of the lads with leather had striped right down and had a
ring round his cock and balls with a strap round his waist.  I didn't have
time to see any more as he pushed his cock in my mouth and proceeded to
fuck my face at the same time as I could hear him kissing the person
holding my head.

After a short time he pulled out and wanked over my face, wiping his cock
on me as he did so.  Then I was helped up and half carried over to the
table where I was laid down with my waist and shoulders fastened to the
table and my legs pulled up and spread-eagled in the air.  Lying there I
lost count of the number of people who put their fingers up my arse and
played with my body.  Whenever anyone got to serious they were told to
stop, as I was reserved for Paul later.  I could see he had been tied up
with his arms above his head to the ceiling and after being smacked a few
times on the bottom he got fucked at least twice, possibly three times.  He
was groaning and yelling but told them not to stop.  Someone got down and
started to lick my balls then I felt his tongue round my arse then start to
push inside.  I was so worked up if I'd not been tied down I would have
arched off the table.  I couldn't hold on any longer and started to cum all
over myself, a great big shower that seemed to cover me and someone held my
cock and directed it so it fell over my face.  This time I couldn't keep my
mouth shut and some went in and I had to swallow.  "I think he's ready
now," I heard a voice say, and Paul was let down and told I was his.

He'd got hold of a cane somewhere and came over and started to beat me on
the arse, the tits and my cock and balls.  Well, I thought, he was right
about that but I'm not sure about anything else.  When he stopped he just
grabbed hold of the cheeks of my arse and rammed himself in.  I couldn't
help but yell but all he did was smile as usual and start to pull and pinch
my nipples.  Just as I was getting used to it I felt him shoot up inside me
and withdraw almost at once wiping his cock off on my legs.  Then he got up
onto the table and knelt down over my stomach.  A cushion was put under my
head to raise it and I was given another glass of wine.  Meanwhile the
other leather harnessed lad had come up and after a few fumbles inserted
his cock up my arse.  I just knew I would be sore on the morning but was
enjoying it all too much to even consider asking them to stop.  Meanwhile
Paul was slowly moving his body up mine so that in the end he had his cock
in my mouth and then he just knelt there, waiting to get hard again.

All this time the others had been playing with each other and wanking off
and shortly we were both being covered with cum, some of which Paul rubbed
over my face and over his cock before pushing it back in my mouth.  I felt
the cock in my arse shoot its load and as it withdrew and was replaced by
another knew I would soon have to cum again. I mumbled something of the
sort to Paul and it must have turned him on as he immediately grew hard and
started to fuck my face in time with the cock up my arse.  This time when
he came he didn't withdraw, just rammed it in further so I had no choice
but to swallow.  As he got off I saw that the games master was up my arse
this time, holding on to the edge of the table as he pumped me and being
whipped with the cane at the same time.  It certainly worked for him
because it felt as though he came more than the other two put together.
John came up then and put his mouth over my cock, fondling my balls and I
soon came off, having built up, such a load that one of the straps holding
me down broke as I came.

During the next year and a bit a school I was able to visit London several
times, both with the master and Paul and later on my own.  When I left
school I was able to go and stay with John whilst attending catering
college just putting on the odd show for his friends when he had a party
instead of paying rent.  The 'shows' never quite matched up to my first
experience but I suppose that was only to be expected.

Chapter IV

The summer holiday before I left school, in my case at seventeen, was the
last time I went abroad to stay with my parents.  We had never been very
close and I think that possibly they were quite happy when I told them I
would remain in England after school and go to the catering college.  Even
so, that summer opened my eyes a little more and possibly led me toward the
way I am today even if I was unaware of it at the time.

I really had a lazy time of it, lazing round the pool most of the day, once
a week the two hours trip each way into town to have a look round.  Quite
often my parents would go out in the evening to visit other expatiates and
knowing they would be back late, after the servants had left, I would strip
off and wander round the garden with a beer, rolling in the grass or
rubbing up against a tree.  I would go in the gardener's shed, fantasising
about him and get a hoe or rake, sticking the handle up my backside and
wishing it was his cock.  He was a year or so younger than me and used to
work in a tight pair of khaki shorts and nothing else, not even shoes.
Sometimes if he'd been sweating and the angle was right I could see an
outline bunched up in his shorts that got me so aroused I would have to
drape a towel over my trunks and go inside for a shower.

After a while I would wank myself off with the fingers of my other hand up
my arse.  I was getting my rocks off but still felt unsatisfied.  Then
about halfway through the holiday my parents went away for the weekend and
knowing I'd only be bored I remained behind.  The first night they were
gone I striped as soon as I was on my own. I wanted more than a quick jerk
off that night.  After my normal couple of beers I tried a whiskey drowned
in lemonade, it being my first taste of sprits.  Then taking a couple more
cans of beer went out to the garden.  One of the trees had been cut down in
preparation for a new shrubbery and I stretched myself out on the tree,
then turned over on my stomach and rubbed my body on the trunk of the tree.

Hearing a sound I opened my eyes to see in shook a naked black body in
front of me, it was the garden boy.  "We've watched you several nights," he
said, "It would be more fun with someone else wouldn't it?"  I told him yes
but asked who was 'we'.  "Just my brothers," he replied, "They are over in
the trees, I thought I should check out first."  With that he waved at the
trees surrounding our house and another black boy came out of the darkness
towards us.  I say a boy because he was only my age but he looked like a
man.  Over six foot, jet black and a lovely large black cock with a bend in
it as it stood proud from his body.  It was obvious they were both raring
to go.  Following someway behind was another lad, he had to be the younger
brother and until we got going was very shy.  Just as black, about 5 foot
eight and also a nice proud cock, nicely in proportion.  I wondered what
they usually got up to.

The youngster lay down on the grass and started to play with himself so I
got down between his knees and slowly licked his cock and balls before
taking them into my mouth.  I could feel hands round my arse and a voice
saying, "we will have to do better than the hoe tonight".  By now the
youngster was getting into things and had hold of my head, moving it up and
down on his cock and had put his legs over my arms to hold them down.  Next
a voice, "Lets see if you can take this!" and a pair of hands probing
between the cheeks of my arse, and finally I could feel a strong, hot shaft
push slowly in and up until I grunted.  The youngster came in my mouth and
lay back as I continued to suck on his shaft and the cock in my arse
started to pump in and out, forcing all the air out of me each time it
rammed in.  It seemed hardly any time before it was pulled right out and I
was turned roughly over and the garden boy stood there quickly wanking
himself off over me.

Then the older brother lay down on his back and suggested I sat on his
cock, as it might be too large to go in the normal way.  I was glad he did
so because as I lowered by body onto it, even 'though I'd already been
fucked, I was sure I'd be unable to sit all the way down.  As I started to
moan and tried to hold back the garden boy held me from behind and told his
younger brother to pull my cheeks apart and as he did so I suddenly felt
the great big black cock enter me all the way.  I felt impaled and in fact
that is just what I was.  He didn't move much, just wriggled about getting
comfortable and slowly pushing a little more up.  I told him I would have
to cum soon but he just said, "Who cares," and told one of the others to
give me another beer.  He put his arms up and started to work on my
nipples, it was obvious he had been down this road before, either with his
brothers or another man, then I found to my surprise another cock being
pushed into my mouth.

Both of the others had recovered and were ready to go again.  This time it
was the garden boy himself with his younger brother holding my head for
him.  With all this going on I just had to cum and found to my surprise
that as I shoot over the face of the lad underneath me he was pushing even
more cock up my arse.  Then he told the others to stand back and keeping
hold of me by my nipples started to fuck as if he meant to come out of my
head.  At the time it felt as though he almost did.  Even when he came he
continued to fuck for several more minutes before I could feel him relax
inside me.  He still didn't withdraw but stayed where he was, messing
around with my tits until I was surprised to feel him getting hard again
and realised he intended to fuck my arse again.  When he had finished he
just lay back with me still impaled on him with a smile on his face that
said it all.

Then the young boy straddled him and lay down putting his cock in the older
ones mouth and taking my cock in his mouth at the same time.  I certainly
didn't have to worry about if this was what they usually did.  He nibbled
at my cock with his teeth and got his hands round my balls, which he
periodically squeezed and pulled.  I could see his little arse pumping up
and down as he fucked his brothers face and looking up could see the garden
boy standing behind me having a wank as he watched the show. All too soon I
felt my self cum and could feel the boy behind do so as he came in my hair.
We were all filthy dirty and jumped in the pool to clean off and then they
left and I went, for once, satisfied though shattered, to bed.

The next morning as I lay by the pool, still exhausted, the garden boy
walked by and asked slyly if would be OK to visit again tonight.  Of course
I said yes and after that they came round nearly every night when my
parents were away, which thank goodness was quite often, until I had to
return to England.  In their way they taught me a lot about what I really
liked and how much I could take and I'll always be grateful to them for
that if nothing else.

Chapter V

In a way I was very lucky in as much that after I'd finished my catering
course I was able to stay with John and started, in a small way, in
business on my own. At first just dinner parties for some of John's friends
and acquaintances but after a while some straight business as well. It was
taking time to build up and when John died suddenly and left me some money
I decided to move, settling just outside Cambridge where I started up
again. From time to time I visited London or one or the nearby towns to
find casual sex but always wanted something more satisfying.  Coming up to
twenty-three I had started to wonder if I was to become just a dirty old
man, so to speak, and never meet anyone I could have a real relationship
with.

Then one Sunday morning, shortly before 2.0.clock I was driving home from a
club in Norwich.  I was giving two coloured men a lift to the USAF base who
had lost their driver to a party.  I'd noticed them in the club several
times but always thought they were tied up with each other and so I'd never
done more than pass the time of day even 'though I fancied them both
rotten. Driving out of Norwich, in the course of our conversation, I
discovered they were in fact brothers who had finished their tours of duty
and stayed on in England to work on the camp.  The reason they were always
together was the fact they liked to share any sex they had.  Without really
thinking I told them they could share me any time they wished and as our
conversation progressed it seemed we had in fact quite a lot in common.
They were both well-built six footers in shorts and T-shirts, John with
denim and Andrew leather shorts.  Being mid summer I was dressed in sports
shorts only, having removed my top to dance and not bothered to replace it.

About half way home there was a picnic site where I usually stopped, to
have a coffee from my flask in the boot and to see what was available in
the toilets. There were five other cars there and between us we knew all of
them and in which way their inclinations lay.  From our earlier
conversation the brothers knew I had a bag in the boot with wrist, ankle
and neck straps, also that under my shorts I only wore a leather support
exposing my arse plus a cock and ball chain.  At their suggestion I got the
bag out and changed while we had our coffee, also removing my shorts.  They
decided we would get out of the car, myself being as dressed, (or
undressed), as I was, go over to the toilet and take it from there.  It
felt odd walking up to the toilet under the light knowing people from the
cars were watching, somehow different form doing so indoors.  When we
entered there were a couple of other men just messing around but John and
Andrew carried on as if we were the only people there.  I was told to
crouch down with my back to the urinal while John unzipped his fly and
pulled out 8 inched of black meat that, after bashing me across the face
with a couple of time, he proceeded to push into my mouth and told me to
suck.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Andrew pull out an almost
identical weapon, which he used to piss with, and then took John's place
and told me to lick it clean.  By now most of the other men had come in to
see what was happening, all standing around massaging their cocks and in a
couple of cases openly masturbating.  John offered me as being available
and several had a go at my mouth.  I was told to lie on the floor on my
back and after wiping their trainers on me John stood with his feet resting
on my outstretched hands and Andrew on my ankles and they suggested the
others had a wank over me.  Needless to say they had several takers.
During this time we'd heard several more cars turn up but as someone or
other had always taken a quick look outside, knew that all was OK.  I was
told to walk outside and made to lie over a picnic table where John gave me
the hardest fuck I could remember for a long time and Andrew had a go at my
face.  All this was going on with an audience cheering them on and I could
feel some of them jacking off over my back.

When they had finished we went back to the car and after a quick wipe over
with a towel I drove them back to my place, without putting any clothes on,
where they both had me again, just reversing their positions.  We started
to meet quite regularly met regularly after that and soon they moved in
with me, but once again I'm getting ahead of myself.

Chapter VI

A couple of months previously, at the start of what I'd call the real
summer, when the evenings were comfortably warm I'd got myself into a
situation where I really only had myself to blame and anyway, by the time
I'd fully recovered a couple of days later, had to accept that in fact I'd
enjoyed it as much as any of the others.  Even so, if I'd realised at the
start just how the night would finally turn out I'm quite sure I would have
run a mile, or in my case driven off as fast as possible.

I'd been down to the east coast on business and will admit that I'd planned
to look for a bit of fun on the way back.  I was delayed but not enough to
change my plans and shortly before eleven p.m. pulled off the road into a
picnic site that was well secluded in the woods in order to change for
later and have a cup of coffee from the flask in the boot.

As mentioned before I was quite well organised and apart from carrying
flasks of coffee and a snack in the car had a bag in the boot that I called
my night bag.  Being high summer and quite warm I carried an old pair of
trainers and white socks, tight blue silky sports shorts and a white
sleeveless T shirt. I don't think I'm being vain to say that I looked good
dressed like that being just over five foot ten inches with fair, short cut
hair and a reasonable body as, 'though coming up to twenty five, I got
quite a bit of exercise taking my two dogs out for a run at least once a
day.  I had quite a nice tan having spent most of the last couple of weeks
getting the garden in order where I wore as little as possible and had
noticed only that morning my hair had been bleached by the sun while my
skin was just a nice shade of bronze rather than brown.

Under the above I was dressed somewhat differently as admittedly I hoped to
strip off later on.  I had put padded straps on my ankles, wrists and upper
arms that had strong D rings embedded, also a chain round my neck.  Under
the shorts I wore a leather jock strap with two straps up the back leaving
my arse well exposed.  Also a leather cock and ball strap keeping
everything nice and tight and a chain behind that pulling my balls down and
continuing underneath to attach to a chain round my waist.  All in all I
was feeling quite ready for some fun later on.  As it was now only just
eleven and there were only a couple of other cars in the site I decided to
get out and allow my dogs to have a run while I sat at a nearby picnic
table to have my coffee and a cigarette.  I had just called the dogs back
and had put them in the car in order to drive to another site I knew off
when a motor bike pulled into the site and I thought I'd hang on to see
what they looked like before I took myself off to an area I knew better,
also where by now I knew which vehicles were regular, like mine, and which
had to be looked out for.

The motor bike pulled in between two of the cars and when the riders
removed their helmets to talk to the drivers I recognised them, having seen
them both around before but never having come into contact with them, so to
speak.  I thought they both looked OK and walked into the cottage where
they followed shortly after and watched me semi-strip off and give someone
else a blow job.  After we'd finished told me to stay where I was whilst
they both pulled out decent sized cocks and wanked over me.  The next
couple of times we met up, again in the cottage they had both made use of
my mouth but finished off over my body again.  Then, only a few weeks ago,
they had taken me off into the woods and having made me strip right off had
taken it in turns to hold me down while the other fucked my arse.  When
they'd had enough of that they told me to lick their boots and when I
refused pulled my hair and tits until I relented, after which they both
used my mouth and came over me as before, leaving me lying naked, dirty and
exhausted in the bracken.

A couple of weeks ago they had come into the cottage when I was lying on
the floor while someone came over me and when he had finished taken me
outside without giving me time to put my shorts or T shirt on.  There were
quite a few cars around that night and being nearly a full moon the
occupants could all see what was happening.  I was glad the cottage and car
park were hidden in the woods and found that not knowing what was to happen
while still feeling reasonably safe because of the audience, also the very
fact of the audience, was a hell of a turn on.  They marched me round to
several of the cars, usually the people who didn't come into the cottage
which told me they were as regular as my self, and asked if anyone wanted
their cocks sucked.  There were two takers and in each case they forced me
to my knees in the open and held me while I had my face fucked.  In both
cases they told the person fucking my face to cum over my body.

Then they made me lie face down in the middle of the car park and one of
them pulled of his belt and started to beat my arse.  When I protested and
tried to get up I was pushed down again and one held my arms outstretched
and they got some one else to hold my legs while I was beaten.  It hurt,
but I found I enjoyed it as well and was almost sorry when they stopped.
Then I was hauled over to their bike and thrown over the saddle to find one
cock rammed in my arse and another in my mouth.  I didn't know if I was
coming or going and at some time shot my load without realising it.  They
came at almost the same time and just pulled me off the bike and dropped me
on the ground.  All they said was, "If you're up to it we'll go further
next time", and drove off leaving me there to recover.  I felt at least two
other wank off over me before I recovered enough to pull my shorts on and
make my way back to my car where I wiped my self off with my T shirt and
drove home.  There was something about the whole session that left me
feeling still randy, even 'though I just cum and just thinking about it I
got hard again and turned round and returned to the site for another hour
or so.

Then, only last week, I had walked into the cottage to find them already
waiting.  It was a really warm night and they both wore denim shorts,
leather boots and jackets.  In both cases the jackets were open and I could
see leather and chain harnesses underneath.  "Do you want to try and go a
little further?" I was asked and when I replied "Yes", was told not to
talk, just strip and pick up my clothes.  After I'd done so one of them
clipped a dog chain to the chain round my neck and led me out of the
toilet.  As before they led me across the centre of the car park but this
time it was just a preview as they pulled me into the woods and close to a
stream where they bound me to a tree.  It wasn't very wide but quite
straight and strong so that after they used their belts just under my arms
and below my arse to strap me to the tree I was unable to move.  My wrists
they also strapped together in front of the tree.  One of them came round
the front and started to pinch and pull my tits, when I moaned he said,
"You'll have something to moan about before we finish tonight."  The other
found a branch and after pulling off the twigs and bits commenced to beat
my arse and back.  When I yelled he just beat harder and the other worked
more on my tits so I found it best to try and keep my mouth closed.  I
couldn't help moaning and groaning from time to time which they seemed to
accept as being normal.

When my arse and back felt red all over they untied me and forced me to
kneel down where they tied my wrists to my ankles.  I noticed at this time,
they had both removed their jackets and shorts, also that we had an
audience. They both wore chain and leather cock straps rather like my own,
also upper body harness with studded biceps straps.  They were somewhat
better built than I realised, mid twenties, around five foot ten with cocks
well in proportion.  One of them got behind me and holding my head in one
hand by the hair forced the fingers of the other into my mouth.  Then he
asked the audience if anyone wanted their cocks licked and when several
came forward made me lick all their cocks, one by one.  The other who had
been idly switching my tits from time to time now stood in front and
without warning rammed his cock in my mouth as hard as possible, I thought
I would choke when he shifted his position and started to rapidly fuck my
face.  I had no time to protest or anything as I had enough trouble just
getting breath each time he pulled back.  Just as I felt his cock start to
throb and thought he would cum when he pulled out and roughly throwing on
the ground wanked over my arse.  Then, before I'd really got my breath back
the other got down and wiping his friends cum over his cock stuck it
straight up my arse and fucked me stupid.  When he had finished they just
rolled me over on my back and walked away for the others to wank over.  In
a way I was disappointed things didn't go on longer but have to admit I
felt absolutely shattered.

Chapter VII

The brothers as I had come to call them had been living with me for just
over a year when we received the good news they were to be issued with work
permits.  John and Paul were coloured American boys who had stayed in
England when their tours of duty had finished, working on the USAF base.
When the bases reduced and they were out of a job we were afraid they would
not be allowed to stay in the country but after we got together they joined
my Company and even though we catered for 'straight' dinners and parties we
all enjoyed the odd gay ones where they would serve the guests dressed in
tight white shorts and nothing else.  We got quite a good reputation in the
region and had bookings from over 100 miles away.  As we had had made a
rule never to mix business with pleasure and I always charged for distance
as well as supplies we didn't mind the travel.  Anyway, it also gave us the
opportunity to visit other picnic sites on our way back and in that way we
found several that met up with our inclinations.

When we met we were all in our early to mid twenties, the boys being what I
called a nice dark brown rather than black, five foot ten and five foot
eleven with short dark curly hair.  Well built but not stocky, very little
body hair and an even colour all over.  As we all worked out, after a
fashion, and I usually had a reasonable tan, I reckon we all looked
reasonable without being over the top.  As an easy discription I used to
say they were rugby players and I was a footballer.  By the time this story
ends we were all in our late twenties, but I have to admit still looked
like late teens in a good (or poor) light.  The brothers both had 8/9 inch
black cocks with a circumference in proportion.  Paul had no body hair
except round his cock and John just a little on his chest you had to look
for in order to find.  They were 5'10" and 5'11" respectively and as I was
just under 6' we went together well.  They were both quite well built,
being used to manual work and as I was slim with fair hair I know we looked
good together when they made use of my body with an audience.

A couple of years after we'd all met, we had been down south to cater for a
gay dinner party and on the way back the brothers suggested a detour to a
site just off the M25 we knew off as a special treat.  I never worked out
if it was a treat for them or meant to be a treat for me. From the moment
we drove into the parking area I had to do exactly what they said but the
preludes had been enacted often enough by now for me to start without any
prompting.  I got out a couple of sports bags we kept in the boot and got
into the back of the car while they both got in the front.  They usually
changed into shorts and trainers, sometimes leather and sometimes denim.
Maybe an body harness on one and a strap or two on the other, both with
cock rings and then shell tops to be on the safe side.  They would carry a
bag with an old shell suit and towel for me plus various other implements,
as you will see.  I had to change into next to nothing but it took a good
fifteen to twenty minutes to do so.  Having striped right off I would put
leather straps round my ankles and wrists that had D rings attached.  Then
a leather three way cock, ball and stretcher that in turn was attached to a
chain round my waist and two more under and over my buttocks.  Over this I
would have a tight leather jock strap that also left my buttocks free and
over that a pair of sports shorts.  I would wear an upper body harness that
we knew from experience was strong enough to support my weight and a chain
round my neck.  An old pair of trainers and they considered me ready for
the offering.  We would usually sit for a while with a cup of coffee and a
couple of reefers before they would make me get out and stand where at
least some of the other cars could see me.

After a few moments they would also get out and attach a lead to the chain
round my neck and bend me over the car bonnet and beat me a few times.  If
it was muddy they would wipe their shoes on me and then having removed my
shorts lead me off into the woods, making sure we passed in front of
several cars on the way.  This was what they called the come on and I have
to admit that it usually worked.  A little way into the woods were a couple
of picnic tables that obviously had quite a different usage during the day.
They would stretch me out on one, face down with my head off one end and my
wrists and ankles fastened with luggage elastics to the frame.  As I said
that bag carried quite a lot of toys.  They would lay a couple of light
weight canes on the seat that sounded worse than they really were but hurt
all the same and then fade away into the shrubbery to see what would
happen.  We usually got followed and sooner or later I would hear voices
around me and someone a little bolder than the rest would start to fondle
me or smack me, then the others would join in and I would get beaten and
finger pushed up my arse, hands working on my tits and after a while Find a
cock pushed in my mouth which usually got joined by one up my arse.  When
this happened the brothers would come out and tell them to use me as they
wanted but not to come inside me, just over me.  Their would always be
several takers and as soon as one cock was pulled out of my arse or mouth
and I felt it come over my back or face there would be another to replace
it.  By this time the brothers had usually removed their shorts as well and
when things slacked off they would enter me, one at either end.  By this
time there was usually an audience and they would really get into it
fucking in and out alternately so I was being rammed back and forth between
them as much as the straps would allow.  They would often come at much the
same time and the sound of me gagging and groaning would bring some of the
others back for another session.  Then the brothers would release me and
turn me over with my arms fastened and my legs pulled up to my body leaving
me arse open and exposed and my head falling off the back of the table.
That's when the canes came out again and sometimes a multi stranded whip,
which they would use on my chest and tits.  They liked to see my body
abused as well as used and would quite often have a piss over me to mix
with the cum that by now usually half covered my body.  Then they would go
round and take turns at my face leaving the rest of me available to who
ever wanted.  I would end up beaten and covered in piss and cum and the
brothers idea of enjoyment was for me to put my old shell suit on and drive
them home without cleaning up where they would make me strip before they
both had me again.

Chapter VIII

On the night in question we arrived rather early, around eleven and had
already been in the woods for one session where they had just made me walk
around and offered my body to a couple of attractive butch leather lads.
Unfortunately they were on their way home and apart from a little rough
handling said we were too late for them but they knew of a couple of
possible lads who lived close and might be interested but were not really
very experienced and would require instruction in how to make use of my
body properly.  They said they would let them know the situation as they
passed if we would still be around in half an hour or so.  Of course the
brothers said yes and as the lads made their way off through the woods we
went back to the car.  It was one of those mild summer nights, almost a
full moon and comfortable to be striped off outdoors.  We just messed
around by the car, had a coffee and another reefer until half an hour had
passed.  The brothers decided they would wait to see if these other lads
turned up as they fancied seeing me used by someone young and new, also
even if they didn't appear there was still plenty of time for me to undergo
the usual ritual.

When they decided the time was right I was taken back into the woods to
where we had met the others and had my arms pulled above my head and tied
to a thick branch that jutted out above.  My feet were flat on the ground
but I couldn't move much without them losing contact so I had to just stand
and take whatever came my way.  All I had on apart from the usual chains
and straps was the leather jock and an old pair of trainers.  The brothers
sat down at a nearby picnic table and we waited to see what would happen or
who would appear. For a while it seemed as though we were out of luck and
the John and Paul had in fact wandered off to see if anyone else was around
when I heard voices and from the corner of my eye saw six youths cycle into
the clearing.  They were all in their late teens, looked clean and were
wearing a mixture of shorts, torn denims, T-shirts and trainers.  I heard
the bikes being put down and voices whispering along the lines of; " He
told us didn't he", "It's why we came down here", and " I'm going to
anyway".  With which one of them came up behind me and carefully put his
hand on my shoulder.  Getting bolder he brushed it down to my tit, which he
gently tweaked, and I moaned more than was necessary in the hope of
encouraging him.  He jerked back but when I made no further protest became
bolder and placed both hands round me and started to pinch on them both.
Then I heard Johns voice saying, " It's better if you can see the pain in
his eyes when you do that, why not go round the front and another one of
you can beat his arse."  "Can I really?" said another and a moment later I
knew John had handed him a cane as he started to lay into me.  I heard John
giving him instructions as how to use it properly whilst another lad came
round front with Paul and was shown how to work on my tits.  Anyone want to
use the whip John said and the glee in the voice replying made me glad it
had been softened as I knew what was coming next.  While the boy behind me
irregularly beat my arse another one started on my chest, tits and cock and
balls with the whip.  I could tell what he really liked from the attention
he paid my cock.  Even with the leather jock and the softened whip he made
quite an impression on me there.

Then Paul said, "He should be ready for something new now," and let me down
and led me to the picnic table where I was bent over and had my arms
strapped down again, leaving my arse up in the air somewhat.  John and Paul
both dropped their pants to a few gasps and without warning I had a black
cock in my mouth, trying not to gag.  "Any of you want to fuck the other
end?" Paul said, "Just come on him, not in him", and after some discussion
I felt a cock roughly push inside.  He may not have had much practice but
very soon got into the feel of it and was in fact just feeling comfortable
when he pulled out and with a gasp shot all over my back.  I had no time to
relax before I felt another cock ram in, more roughly this time, and start
to fuck with the same result only to be replaced with a third.  At this
moment John came in my mouth and hardly giving me time to swallow was
replace by Paul.  I was very glad to feel the other lads cum splatter over
my back, feeling shagged and shattered and god only knows what.

Paul pulled out then and decided to cum over my face to more gasps from the
audience we now had.  I'll say one thing for the boys, they may not have
been very experienced but were quick learners and I felt at least one pair
of hands wipe over my back and face and a couple of fingers push slyly into
my mouth to be licked.  I was untied then and stood up to see we had quite
an audience and that most of the boys were striped as well.  Some of the
older onlookers were eyeing them up but could see they had no chance with
what the brothers were offering and quite a few of them were openly
wanking.  I was made to lie down and Paul got some of the boys to hold my
legs and arms while he whipped my tits and cock again and then offered me
to any whom wanted to wank over.  I was quickly surrounded by a group all
wanking as hard as they could till I felt I was covered in cum.  He asked
the boys if they wanted a piss and a couple of them managed it, the one who
had so enjoyed working on my cock earlier taking great joy in aiming at my
face and open mouth.

By now I was so far gone I hardly heard Paul say "Any of you for a second
helping?" but was glad when only one took him up and made me kneel up while
he fucked my face.  That night I was quite incapable of driving home and
don't really have a very clear memory of what John and Paul did with me
when we got there but did remember them telling the lads when we would be
back and saying they could practice on me to their hearts content.  I
didn't know how I felt about being used as a teaching aid for six fit young
men but knew I would find out soon enough.

Chapter IX

I found out later that John and Paul had exchanged phone numbers with a
couple of the lads and whenever we were in that area and stooped off at the
site, three or four of them were always waiting or turned up soon after.
They certainly had their experienced enlarged and by the end of the summer
needed no encouragement to use my body as they wished.  An audience seemed
to turn them on as well; certainly they had no inhibitions about performing
in front of one.  By now the brothers had told them the only rules were no
permanent damage or scars and usually to cum over me, so quite often they
would let the boys take me away and just follow on behind as observers
until they felt ready to use me themselves.  I was even made to go down in
the winter, 'though without the water sports thank goodness, dressed in the
chains with a leather jock, jeans and a leather jacket I would be set up
for a quick one, several times had my jacket removed and jeans dropped,
bent over a picnic table and fucked when there was snow on the ground.  I
always had to spend a good ten minutes in the car to recover from the cold
afterwards before being taken out again.  A couple of times when it was
raining and the temperature was only just into double figures they had me
strip in the car and then get out and walk up and down in front of the
other cars just wearing the jock and chains with the rain pouring down on
me and it was surprising how many sets of headlights would come on then.

There was a late snow in the following Spring but the temperature was much
warmer than expected when we got down one night and they had me hanging
from a branch and people throwing snowballs at me, the idea being that the
first one to hit my cock got the choice of fucking whatever end they
wanted.  That was the evening when we met a man with a transit van with
some dirty bags on the floor who offered my boys the use of it if he could
watch.  The other boys weren't there but almost everyone else got in and
watched John and Paul work me over, then I was turned on my back and after
getting people to hold my wrists and ankles I was stretched out and used as
a toilet and wanked over and then John let the driver fuck my arse. He had
me turned back over and stuck his cock in with a bang that made my eyes
water so I cried out but all he did was laugh and after getting some of the
others to hold my wrists proceeded to fuck me, it seemed for ever, all the
time pinching and pulling my tits.  Every time he rammed in my cock and
balls were bashed against the floor and I cried out which just seemed to
turn him on more.  He told them to hold my wrists and arms tighter and to
spread-eagle them.  Then he started to nearly withdraw before ramming in
again.  My cock and balls were being battered, my arse was being battered,
my tits were being battered and if I'd been stretched any more I am sure
something would have given.  I don't usually cry out but each time he
rammed in and crushed my balls he grabbed hold of my tits and I yelled.  I
swear his cock got larger and the feeling of relief as I felt him gush
inside me was immense 'though even then he didn't stop but continued for
several more minutes.  Then he just knelt there and I could feel his cock
start to shrink but even then it was a considerable size.  I started to
move but he said to hang on as he hadn't finished yet.  I thought it would
take him ages to get another erection when to my surprise I felt just that
and he started again, and this time seemed to go on and on forever.  It
took me over a week to recover from that session and the brothers said they
wouldn't allow it again.  I must admit that when there was another session
like that I was as ready as they when it got really serious so can't really
blame them for allowing it.

Chapter X

Early the following summer they decided they needed a night out and told me
they knew just where to go.  We drove to a town a short distance away and
from what I could make out in the dusk, round to the end of the local
playing fields.  There was a dilapidated 'cotage' they walked me over to.
When we walked in I could see at once why they had chosen it.  Quite
obviously it seldom got cleaned as the floor was almost black with
ingrained dirt and only one of the stalls had a door on.  It was of an old
fashioned design with a row of 4 double sided urinals down the centre, 3
stalls on one side wall and a couple of sinks on the other.  "Strip", I was
told abruptly and did so without question handing my clothes over to the
boys who placed them in a holdall.  "Now sit", pointing to the step in
front of the urinals facing the sinks.  No sooner had I done so than my
arms were stretched out and the straps on my wrists fastened off at either
end of the urinals.

In some respects the boys and I had, by now, a strange relationship.  For
most of the time we were business partners, very good friends, possibly
even a relationship.  Most nights I slept with one or the other, quite
often both, usually with a mild s/m content.  However, it never caused any
problems if they or I wanted a night of so to speak.  At the same time we
all wanted occasionally to expand the scene so to speak, but only did so
when all three of us were involved.  We all got off on a scene where I
would get abused and they got off on seeing me hurt and used.

I had known that such a situation was on the cards when earlier that
evening, after we had eaten, they told me to go and prepare myself as they
were taking me out.  Knowing what this meant I went and cleaned myself up,
dressed in a tracksuit and shorts, straps on my wrists and ankles, and
presented myself for their inspection.  We had worked out a course of
action over the past year or so and from now on I only spoke when asked a
question and obeyed them without question.

After tying me down so to speak one of them bent down and fastened a
leather cock and ball strap round my equipment and then having placed a
carrier bag in the sink started to leave the room.  "Don't worry", I heard,
"you've been well advertised," and with that they were gone.

What had they cooked up for me this time?  For once I was more than a
little apprehensive.  A dirty strange cottage in a town I hardly knew.
Anyone might come in.  And what did they mean by 'well advertised'?  Even
so I couldn't help but get an erection in the circumstances, realising at
the same time they had not allowed me to empty my bladder and the sound of
dripping water from one of the stalls was having its usual effect and I
would soon need to relive the pressure.

I heard the door open but tied down as I was couldn't see who came in.  I
heard footsteps approach the urinal behind me and a grunt as he obviously
saw my body splayed out on the other side. Then the sound of a zip being
pulled down and a sigh as a stream of piss resounded in the trough behind
me.  When he had finished there was no sound of the zip being pulled back
up, just his breathing becoming more distinct and then footsteps walking
round to stand in front of me.  Raising my head I could see a hand
massaging a medium sized cock that sprouted from a pair of jeans.  He was
standing astride my outstretched legs, too close for me to see much more.
"Your advert says you suck," said a voice as he pushed his cock toward my
face.

Without giving myself time to think about it I opened my mouth and started
to tongue and suck on his cock. Soon my anonymous user was moaning and
squirming, loving it as I worked on his prick.  This made me even more
aggressive, nibbling and chewing to give him greater pleasure but he hardly
needed it as very quickly he came shooting an enormous load in my mouth
without warning and faster than I could swallow.  He pulled out wiping his
cock in my hair before putting it away and zipping up his jeans.  As he
walked away without saying another word I thought to my self that he could
at least have said 'thank you'.

I heard the door open again, swish too and throw a few time, and finally
bang shut.  From the corner of my eye I noticed more than one set of feet
come into view, all wearing sneakers.  A mumble of voices and the sound of
zips was soon followed by an assorted stream of piss being aimed at and
pouring over my body.  Then a cock coming into view and being placed at my
lips.

It was black and cut.  Just as I liked them.  I couldn't help myself but
licked my lips and pushed my head forward as far as possible in order to
approach the weapon aimed at my face.  The owner just waggled it around,
occasionally brushing my lips.  Finally I heard myself saying, "Let me suck
it." I continued to beg to suck the guys cock. After all the training with
the boys, it was almost automatic.  "Hey, Luke," one of the unseen
companions said, "why don't you show him what he's asking for?"  "Sure!
Good idea!"  Luke stood, dropped his pants and stuck his firmly muscled
cock in my face, sticking his fingers in my mouth and spreading it wide
open. "Lick this, boy!"  "Oh, yeah," I groaned, putting a sexy growl in his
voice, "I want to suck your cock, I want to worship it, oh baby make me do
it, make me eat it, sit on my face, grind it in, oh yeah -".  Jeez, the kid
is good, Luke thought.  After a minute, he pulled away and I could see that
the guy was hard as a rock. Luke knelt to peer at me and his face was
flushed.  "Boy, you are one hot number. If you suck as well as you talk,
I'm gonna fuck your face for an hour!"  "Hey, Luke give us a turn!"
"Yeah!"  "Keep your pants on!"  Luke looked me in the face as I squirmed
with the anal thrusts Jack was delivering then reached over and down to
grasp my helpless cock, stroking me.  "No - no, please -".  Luke stroked me
firmly, looking on with lust. I knew he just had to be gay and started to
wonder about the others. After all the stimulation, I knew I wouldn't last
long.  "No - please - don't make me come - please - ah - ah - oh god -- oh
please - oh - oh -".  And then I cried out, erupting in a series of white
jets that splashed against the partition.  Luke watched every squirt and
squirm, grinning. "You sure are a horny boy aren't you?"

He gave my cock an affectionate squeeze. "Don't forget - my cock, and your
face!"  With a lewd grin, Luke moved back and I saw him wipe his cum
covered hand over his cock before plunging it into my mouth.  After ramming
his cock down my throat a couple of times he pulled out and jacked off over
my face.  I moaned with shame feeling his come drip down my face. He was
still hard.  The next guy got in place and it was pretty much the same
deal, only no jack-off this time. Just hot streams of cum down my throat.

Whilst this last session was going on I'd heard the door open and several
more people had entered.  Even with all I was going through I could hear
them talking lowly and obviously watching intently.  "Hey", somebody said,
"I want to piss now and he's covering up the urinals."  "So what", said
another, "just do it anyway".  Almost before I knew what was happening they
were all pissing at me, joking to see who could get up over my head. my
stall.

 "He's yours if you want, we've finished", I heard a voice say as I heard
the bathroom door slam as they departed and I slumped over the urinal in
shame. I couldn't believe what I'd just done! Toilet whore for a bunch of
total strangers!  And I was still tied to the urinal.  I just had to hope
my masters would come in soon when they realised I'd been gone too long.

I felt hands untie me and turn me round.  Looking up I saw that not
everyone had left.  Luke was still there as were half a dozen coloured boys
in their late teens/early twenties, a couple of whom I recognised from
earlier parties in the woods, possibly from the track as they were all
dressed in running shorts and singlets. Also by the door I could see my
masters but they were making out that they didn't know me and I knew better
than to acknowledge any of them.  Obviously they had been keeping an eye on
things but weren't going to interrupt.  Luke told me to sit as the coloured
boys stood around grinning and fondling their cocks.  I could see that some
of them were excited already.  I made to move away from the urinal but Luke
pushed me back and down onto the step.  Then he pulled my arms out from my
body with the ropes that were still attached and tied off at the end of the
urinal.  I was sat on the step with my legs splayed out in front of me,
unable to move and all could see I was splashed with piss and cum from the
College jocks who had just left.

"Who wants to piss on this white boy then" asked Luke and it didn't take
long for them to shrug out of their shorts and play streams of hot piss all
over me.  I couldn't help it.  Even in this predicament I could feel myself
getting hard again.  "Look" said Luke, pushing my cock and balls around
with his boot.  "Whitey likes you.  Why not try him with a black cock.
They just had to have been all gay as before I could breath a thick black
cock was thrust into my face and black fingers pulled at my mouth to force
it open.  As it entered a pair of hands grabbed hold of my head from behind
and pulled it back hard.  Spread-eagled as I was and with my head held I
couldn't move as the boy fucked my face for all his worth.  Just as he came
the urinal started to flush and sprayed all over me as he pulled back.

"Well, that's cleaned him up", said Luke, who seemed to have taken control
of the situation.  "Let's try something else".  With that he untied me from
the urinal and told me to lie down on the floor.  "It's filthy", I
responded as I could hardly make out the colour of the tiles under the dirt
and grime tracked in from the sports field.  All he did was attach a pair
of tit clamps and tell me to lie down again.  I looked over at my masters
and knew I had no choice.  I lay on my back and he pulled my arms out
again, tying them off with at the poles on the stall doors.  "Who wants to
play with him then", he asked the others and after some whispered
conversation one knelt down over my chest and aimed his cock at my mouth.
As his body came to rest on the tit clamps I let out a groan and he started
to get up but Luke told him to continue.  Someone else fastened the straps
round my cock and balls and then started to flick them with his hand.

The pain hit me hard and I couldn't help but pull my head back of the cock
that was just entering my mouth.  He slapped me round the face and said he
would teach me a lesson for disobeying. " We've brought you for the
afternoon and what we want is what we get.  Get It?"  This was the first
intonation I had of what my masters had decided would be a good birthday
present for me.  To be hired out to what seemed to be a bunch of randy
black college kids.  I heard the door open again and a voice said, "You
see.  I told you he'd still be here".  Glancing over I saw Jack had
returned bringing several more new faces with him.  "O God", I thought to
myself.  "When was this going to end?"  Even so, I had one of the biggest
erections I could ever remember but strapped up as it was knew I'd be
unable to cum.

"Hold his legs up," said the boy on my chest as he got off.  White boy here
needs teaching who's boss.  I felt my legs being pulled up in the air and
with my wrists tied behind was immobilised.  A whish and a strap fell
across my arse that now had the vibrating butt plug up it again.  Before I
could cry out another strap and yet another.  "That's what you get if you
don't satisfy, get it?"  With which my legs were spread-eagled again and
tied off somewhere and the coloured boy knelt straddling my chest again.
This time he knelt with his thighs either side of my head and looked into
my eyes.  "Fuck him with those toys and tie of his nuts," he said.  "I want
to see him hurt."

He held my head tightly as the others did as he said.  Fucking my arse with
the big dildos, flicking my cock and balls and pulling on the chain
attached to the tit clamps.  Someone held a popper soaked cloth under my
nose and I started to get off on it again.  "Open your mouth" he said, as
he started to piss over my chest and up to my face.  "Hold it in your
mouth, don't swallow", and I tried to obey as he sprayed over my face and
into my open mouth.  As he finished pissing he moved further up my head and
placed his slowly hardening cock in my mouth where I was trying hard not to
swallow his piss.  He placed his knees either side of my head and grabbed
hold of my hair pulling my face into his crotch and his cock down my
throat.  "Right", he said, "This end's mine.  You can do what you want with
the rest of him just so long as I can see the pain in his eyes".  Then he
pulled his cock out and as I swallowed he forced a hard rubber gag in my
mouth that had a round hole in the middle.  I'd not seen him get it out of
my bag but he knew what it was for as he immediately rammed his now half
hard cock through the hole and back down my throat.  "Just so as you won't
bite if my friends get carried away", he said.

Meanwhile my legs had been hauled further apart and up into the air tied
off somewhere overhead.  This left my arse, cock and balls readily
available to the others who were having a good time abusing them.  The
coloured boy sitting astride my head had felt back and was pulling and
pinching my nipples as his cock got harder and harder, larger and larger
until it was half in and half out of my mouth.  "Hey", he said, "someone
come round here and piss over my cock".  And sure enough, someone did.  I
couldn't see their face but I saw another black cock come into view and
then a stream of piss splash over his chest and then down to his cock as it
went into my mouth.  As the stream trickled down his cock and into my mouth
he started to fuck my face.  Obviously water sports were nothing new to
him.  Even this wasn't enough for him.  "Anyone ready to cum?"  On getting
a couple of Yays, "then wank over my cock", he said.  This time I could see
two black cocks come into view, one darker and larger than the other, and
their owners jacking off for all they were worth.  In no time I saw them
both start to judder and then streams of cum shot forth, over my face, over
his chest, but mainly over his cock, which he then forced fully into my
moth telling me to clean it up.

It was not that I passed out exactly but form then on I was not really
clear what happened.  Continuous jolts of poppers have a tendency to
release my mind.  I just had a vague recollection of walking out, stark
naked and covered in cum and piss, driving the brothers home, and being
worked on and fucked at both ends for the next 24 hours.

Chapter XI

That summer the brothers finally got their permanent resident permits and
it was decided that being a very warm moonlight night, we would visit to
our favourite picnic site as one way to celebrate.  I knew by now they were
in telephone contact with at least two of the boys as it had been the
brothers who told me first that several of them had gone to university, and
knowing it was vacation time I was expecting to see some of them down
there.  I knew that what ever happened I would be in for a long hard
session and preferred it to be people I had met before rather than complete
strangers who I knew I'd be offered to if the boys didn't turn up.  By now
quite a few of the regulars knew what would be likely to happen when we
turned up and I'd become used to seeing familiar faces in the audience
whenever I had a chance to look, which wasn't very often.

We arrived just before mid-night and after changing sat in the car as
usual, coffee and a couple of reefers.  We had in fact given up on the boys
and I had just been told to get out and walk up and down in front of the
other vehicles when a couple of cars turned in to the park at a greater
speed than was usual.  We could see they were both full and even 'though I
never felt at risk when John and Paul were around we decided to stay put
for a while and see what developed.  After driving round a couple of times
they both reversed in a little way from us and after a couple of minutes
the occupants got out.  They were a mixed crowd, a couple of older men
possibly late forties and the rest early twenties.  I could make out a
least one coloured man in the group that were dressed generally in a
mixture of torn denims, sports shorts, T shirts or short sleeves, boots and
trainers.  Just the sort of group I would generally think had left the pub
and were looking for trouble.  I had in fact placed the key back into the
ignition when we recognised two of them as being from what by now we
thought of as our usual group.

We had just recognised them when a motorbike pulled into the site and
everyone apart from the two cars that had just driven in got back into
their vehicles and again the brothers and I sat to see what would happen.
When the motor cyclists took off their helmets I recognised them as the
pair I'd met several times shortly before I'd met the brothers and whilst I
was explaining this to them the motor cyclists walked over to the two cars
that had had just driven in and started to talk to the occupants.  It soon
seemed obvious that they were all together.  After looking round our car
was spotted and a couple of the lads I now recognised walked over to our
car and John told me to get out and kneel down in front of the car while he
talked to them.

After a moment or two he waved the others over and they stood at the back
of the car talking and looking over at me.  I recognised one other face but
had only seen the older pair as audience before and hadn't seen the other
three young men, including the coloured one, at all.  I managed to hear
enough to pick up the fact that the young ones were all at college together
and had met through the local gay group there while a couple of our local
lads knew the older pair who had a house twenty minutes away to where it
was suggested we move.  The motorcyclists who had now recognised me it
turned out had moved into the area the previous year.  It was asked if I
could be a present for the coloured boy who had heard of our earlier games,
as they were described, and had been getting hard all term just thinking
about it.  John and Paul said that would be all right as long as the usual
rules were applied and with that I was told to get back in the car and
follow the others without dressing myself in any way.  I am sure there must
have been quite a few disappointed viewers left behind that night.

We drove off and as arranged I followed the other cars and the bike,
feeling very strange driving dressed only in leather straps chains and a
jock strap.  After several turnings onto more and more minor roads we drove
into a long drive through woods and pulled up in front of a fair sized
house with floodlights that came on as we drove up.  There were some dozen
or so bikes and half a dozen cars.  One of the original boys came up and
after I'd got out of the car Paul attached a lead to the chain round my
neck and handed control of me over to the others.  Generally I shall not
try to write down who said what or who did what as I must admit that it all
started to blur somewhat from then on.  I was given another reefer to smoke
with words to the effect I would most likely need it before the night was
out and as I smoked it was led through the house into the back garden.

There were a couple of dozen men in total, ages from late teens to fifties
I would have said, dressed in a variety of leather and denim, several in
shorts and a couple dressed much as myself in leather jocks with a few
straps and chains.  Added to this group were the crowd that had turned up
with me so the total present were in the low thirties.  I noticed that
several of them were coloured, but never found where they came from.  I was
introduced in a general sort of way and never did find out who the host
was.  I had a couple, or admittedly rather more, quite strong drinks and
was quite ready when it was suggested that I allow myself to be tied to a
set of stakes in the form of and X that left me spread-eagled, with my cock
and balls resting on the V where the stakes crossed.  I was to realise as
the night wore on that this had been designed to allow access to the
largest possible area of my body.  Only then was I told my body was to be
used as an initiation for the coloured boy who had to show what he was
capable after being fucked each end himself.  I did think it rather unfair
that I would be fucked several times when he only had to take it once, but
then again that was why I'd come in the first place.  I didn't know what
else was going to happen to me 'though but guessed I wasn't about to get
away with just a fucking.



Chapter XII

For the next half-hour or so nothing much happened.  I was felt over and
examined by most of the other guests present, nothing too drastic, just
some twisted tits and the odd finger up my arse with the occasional slap,
also fed a few drinks and a couple of reefers.  Then as the alcohol started
to take effect on us all some of them started to get a little bolder.  I
asked where the coloured boy was that I'd been supplied for and was told I
would be meeting up with him later after he had finished servicing the
leaders in private and that I was all the others had to enjoy themselves
with for the time being.  And that is just what they proceeded to do.  Over
the next hour or so I was fucked several times, in between being beaten
both front and back.  Several of them had a pissing competition to see who
could piss up to my face with the winner having the next chance to fuck me
and I was beginning to think there would be nothing left of me for the
initiation when several more men came out of the house and said it was
time.

I was untied and led through the kitchen down to a cellar that had
obviously been re designed with this sort of scene in mind.  Generally it
was dim lit with mini spots into the centre where a low table stood,
complete with straps and chains.  Also chains hanging from the ceiling.
That was about all I had time to see as I was led into the light and after
my soaking leather jock was removed the straps round my ankles fastened to
rings in the floor.  I thought my legs had been pulled too far apart to
retain my balance but my upper body harness was fastened to chains from
above and pulled up until I couldn't have fallen at all if I'd wanted.  My
arms were then clipped together at the wrists and attached to another chain
and pulled above my head.  Another elastic strap was attached to the strap
around my balls, then pulled down and fastened to the floor so that every
movement pulled down on my balls.

For a few minutes they stood around, smoking, drinking and talking before a
coloured boy I'd not noticed before was given a push and came over and
started to feel me, quickly getting bolder as he squashed my balls and
twisted my tits whispering into my ear, "I'm going to hurt you before we've
finished white boy and I'm going to enjoy doing it."

Like I said at the beginning, I could see that he was big, my god he was
big.  There was just something about him that shouted size and energy.  He
wasn't a lot larger than my two friends, but whilst they had made use of
and abused my body on numerous occasions there was something about him that
just shouted size.  He was jet black and whilst I'd always considered my
friends big being six foot or so, well built and quite capable of
controlling me when not strapped down, somehow he dwarfed them.  Not much
taller but broader and black as night, making them seem almost pale in
comparison.  He was wearing a white breechclout but even so I could see he
was in proportion all over.  Somehow I just knew this was going to be a
session I would not get over in a hurry that is if I was able to get over
it at all.

The session that followed continued until breakfast time and he made good
his promise., another set of lighter weights were attached to the ring I
wore at the end of my cock. Then I was whipped and beaten all over with
special attention paid to my cock and arse.  I started to lose track of
what happened from then on but felt myself let down and fastened to the
table where my legs were pulled apart and attached to ceiling chains.  The
attachments to my body harness were fixed to a winch, which was used to
rack my body on the table, and then a cushion put under my head before it
was also strapped down.  Then they really started.  The coloured boy rammed
a cock up my arse that felt like a broom stick and nearly came out of the
top of my head and as he fucked me, trying, so it felt, to rip me open.  He
came almost at once but stayed inside while the others were holding lighted
candles over me seeing who could come closest to my tits or my cock and
balls.  When they tired of that one by one they got up on the table and
took turns at my face.  After some time the obvious happened and I had to
piss.  This didn't faze the coloured boy at all, he just said it would help
the lubrication, and proceeded to demonstrate by pulling out and pissing
over me.  The next time I opened my eyes I could see several of the others
standing on the table above me and pissing over me while I felt the
coloured boy force another entry back up my arse.  He really got off seeing
me hurt and abused and kept on telling them to hurt me more, stick a cock
in my face or whip my tits and chest.  All the time either fucking me or
working on my cock and balls. The cock ring I wore was almost hidden as my
cock got harder and harder without relief and it was only the occasional
piss that allowed it to go down at all.  I never did come off that night
and didn't miss it either with all that was going on.

I have no idea how many times the coloured boy came inside me but I was
unable to service Paul and John for a couple of weeks afterwards. When he
had said he intended to hurt me he meant just that and obviously took great
enjoyment in doing so. My tits, cock and balls were tender for almost the
same period and 'though we visited the house several times afterwards and
even had a session with the coloured boy again it was decided that, with
some regret, it would never go that far again.  I was never told all about
what did go on that night but the brothers always paid attention if I said
'no', afterwards.  In a way I think they were impressed with the amount of
punishment I took but as I said "It's no good using everything up in one
night.  It's better to spread it over a period of time, more fun that way."
We did have fun out of doors and on and off still do but have never gone
quite over that course again.  I don't know if I regret that or not but
know that while I'm quite happy with the situation we have now I wouldn't
have missed it for everything.


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