Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2008 07:31:21 +0100 From: P J Subject: STRIP POKER - 4 Chapters POKER ROLL - Chapter 3 After the time at the pool, kevin and I had, shall we say, gotten to know each other much better. We decided that it would be fun to involve more mates in another game of strip poker. After a few phone calls, it was arranged and we all met at Kevin's, six of us: Ray, Mike, John, Matthew, Kevin and myself. Just the six of us, no girlfriend allowed. We drank beer, ate pizza and stayed up doing generally lad things. By eleven we were all pretty drunk and getting quite boisterous. "Hey" said Kevin casually. "Anybody up for a game?" "What's that then?" said Matthew. "Strip poker," said Kevin, raising an eyebrow. This idea was greeted around the table with a weird silence. We were all looking at each other, trying to see who'd be the first one to turn it down. Nobody wanted to bottle out. We were all grinning. Eventually Mike said, "Well, I'm game." "So am I," said John. "So am I," I said. Only Ray and Matthew were holding out, grinning at each other. Of all of us, Matthew was the least likely to go for it, while Ray would do anything to show off. Matthew held Ray's gaze and said "Sure." "Fair enough," said Ray, and he collected up our cards and started to shuffle them. "How about a side condition?" said Kevin with an evil grin. "Whoever loses has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the evening." This was going to be a re-run of what had happened a few weeks before except this time there was 6 of us. I glanced at John. He was looking at me sidelong, a spark of mischief in his face. I grinned, a little nervously. This was shaping up to be potentially very embarrassing for whichever poor bastard lost the game. These guys were my best friends, which isn't to say that I trusted any of them for a moment. "Sounds good," said John. The rest of us nodded assent, trying to look as confident as possible. The game started, and I was having a run of luck. I'm not the best poker player in the world, Kevin had proved that, but I was doing well and my bluffing was working. One by one, items of clothing came off; shoes, then socks, then shirts and then trousers and one by one whoever was down to his underpants invariably folded before having to go all the way. John was loudly voicing his disappointment that none of us had had the nerve to push our luck. He changed his tune half an hour later when he was down to his jockey shorts and facing Ray, who was in t-shirt and boxers, and me who still had my cargo pants on over my own boxers. He folded. We ribbed him for that. So it was between Ray and myself, and while he was the better player, I had the better hand. Two pairs. There was no way Ray had anything to beat that. "I'll see your boxers," I said, "and I'll raise you my boxers and my combats." There was a low whistle. The tension was electric. Six drunk young men in various stages of undress were sitting quietly in a circle, and there was something undeniably erotic about all the testosterone. I had the beginning of a slight hard-on. Deep down, I was kind of hoping that if we played another hand I might lose, and have to pay the forfeit. In the meantime, I was planning what to do with Ray when he lost those boxers. "I'll call you," he said carefully. I knew he was bluffing. Smiling, I laid down my two pairs. I was sure I'd beaten him. He looked at the cards impassively for a moment. Then he looked up at me and said softly, "Not bad." Then he laid down his own cards. A full house. The guys burst out laughing and cheering. I went totally crimson. I couldn't believe he'd beaten me and that I was now going to have to strip naked in front of them. Ray grinned. "Get out there in front of the fire," he said, and took a pull at his beer. I got up from the table and walked the walk of shame, over to where the fire was burning. The guys were chanting "Strip! Strip! Strip!" I decided to do it quickly. I unbuttoned my cargo pants and let them drop down my legs, then I stepped out of them and pulled my shorts down, stepping out of them too. I picked up my clothes and tossed them aside. I was finally naked. There were cheers. "What about the rest of the conditions?" said Matthew, smoking a cigarette. "Oh yeah," said Ray. "What do we make him do. Hmm." I stood there, naked, resting my weight on one hip, my arms by my sides. My cock was definitely not dormant. It was hanging there, swaying a little, sticking out slightly in front of me. Nobody'd commented on it but I knew they had all noticed. Ray glanced at John, who was sitting at the table staring at me, his lips slightly parted, looking flushed. "John," he said, "what do you think?" John grinned and Ray returned his gaze at me. "Okay," he said to me. "Get down on your knees and suck John's cock." "Oh, come on," I said, scared and excited. "We never said anything about that." "You have to do whatever I want, right?" said Ray. "That's what I want." John looked somewhat shocked but did not protest. He got up from the table in only his shorts, and walked towards me. I was naked and ordered to drop to my knees. I was about to give John a blowjob as the other guys looked on. I was starting to get hard. This was intimate, and weird, and definitely off the map. I was determined not to wimp out in front of the other guys and to go through with it. The others had no idea about Kevin and I was genuinely curious to see how they would react. He looked down at me, his soft brown eyes smiling. "You want me to take off my shorts?" "No," I said. I wanted to be the only one who was naked. He opened the front of his shorts and took his stiffening cock. The other guys were totally silent, watching us. I took his cock in my hands and began to lick and suck on it, tasting John. If this was to be my forfeit, I could do it, this I could handle. I closed my eyes and felt them looking at me as I moved my tongue along the whole length of John's dick, stroking him, taking him between my lips and sucking on him. I reached up behind him and slid my hands inside his shorts, cupping his tight buttocks in my hands. His hands were all over my head, stroking my cropped hair and shoulders, and then he was holding my head and started to fuck my mouth. It was a head-fuck in every sense, raw and crude and also disorienting and dizzying. Am I gay, then? Because I was enjoying the feeling of another cock in my mouth? I tried not to think about it and tightened my lips around his shaft as it plunged in and out of my mouth. I heard movement and then felt a pair of hands on my naked arse. I opened my eyes and Matthew was behind me, fondling my hips and ass, stroking my cock, and kissing me on the back of the neck. "MMMM!" I muffled in protest, but John said softly, "Shut up, bitch!" and there was a chuckle from the table. It was looking like I was going to have more than just John in my mouth. Perhaps I was about to be ass-fucked into the bargain. I took my mouth off John's cock and gasped, "What are you doing!" "I told him he can do anything he wants." Ray murmured from the table. John took his cock and pushed it back in my mouth and I tried not to think too much. I went back to sucking him off. I moaned into John's crotch as he urged me on. I went on sucking, kissing, pulling on the hard cock in my mouth, keen to make him cum. Lube was now being smeared into my crack and I was no longer in any doubt that Matthew was about to fuck my ass. He didn't seem to be interested in whether or not I wanted him or not. His stiff, lubed-up cock stroking me between my naked buttocks. John was fucking my face frantically and Matthew, leaning into me, had the head of his shaft pressing into my ass. There was a brief moment of pain as Matthew's cock forced open my hole, penetrating me and I made the transition from being a semi-reluctant cocksucker to a total slut. Seeing Matthew sliding his cock into my ass sent John over the edge, grabbing my head, he came hard into my mouth. I swallowed his cum, or as much of it as I could, slobbering and licking what remained off his cock while Matthew worked my ass. John pulled his cock out of my mouth, wiping it over my face, strings of cum running from my mouth as he stepped back from me. Matthew was now fucking me with slow, deep thrusts and I moaned with the force of it, pushing myself back into him, really wanting him, wanting to engulf his thick cock with my arsehole. I bent forward, puting my hands on the floor, Matthew holding onto my naked hips as he fucked my arse. The other guys were watching me take it up the arse and for some reason, I found that incredibly arousing. I had never felt so utterly used and violated. I had just taken a load in my mouth and now, a guy I had known and called a friend for years, was fucking my arse, and yet it felt so sensual and dirty and nasty that I didn't want him to stop. I kept my eyes closed and all too soon, he was bucking his hips into mine, fucking me roughly, and I gasped as he came in me, deep in my arse, his hot cum pulsing into me. He paused for a moment to get his breath back and then he pulled out of me quickly. I didn't want him to. I could feel his spunk trickling out of my anus as I crouched on my hands and knees, my head hanging, panting for breath. I had a brief moments rest before Mike came over and, unexpectedly lifting up my face, kissed me. Taking my face in his hands and putting his tongue in my mouth, his passionate kiss was as good as any I had ever had from a girl. After a minute or two of kissing, he knelt behind me, grabbed my hips and in a matter of seconds he was pushing his thick, blunt cock into my anus. I was moaning and gasping with the strain of letting another mate enter me. It was dawning on me that every one of them was going to fuck my arse, and more importantly, I wanted them to. To be used like the most abject slut of their wank fantasies. I wanted them to cum over my naked body, cover my face with it, make me suck them off, bum-fuck me - all the things they'd always wanted to try, and had never been able to. I wanted them to live out their filthiest fantasies, to do things their girlfriends wouldn't let them do. I was their bitch, for tonight anyway. It felt good to give myself up to my friends like this. At last they were able to put their imaginations into action, because at last they had some slut who was willing to let them. Mike's penis wasn't long but it was thick, and the friction of having him inside me, even with the lube and Matthew's cum, was almost overwhelming. Having held this position for quite a time, my legs were tiring and sure enough they gave. I dropped down in to a cobra position, reared up on my elbows and moaning harshly as Mike buggered me: "Uh, uh fuck, oooh, ohh, ohhh, oh fuck..." I opened my eyes, breathing fast and heavily, and I focused on the others still sitting at the table; Ray, staring fascinated at the spectacle of Mike fucking me on the rug before the fire; John, sitting once again, looking flushed and sated; Matthew, lighting one of his ever-present cigarettes; and Kevin, smiling, took a gulp of wine and looked on. Mike was mounted on my arse and pushing deep into the cleft of my buttocks, my cock being squashed against the thick rug. He wasn't fucking me the slow, deep, sensual way Matthew had. He had just grabbed me and mounted me like an animal, and now he was thinking only of his own pleasure, ruthlessly buggering me in fast, rough strokes. I remember thinking that this was what it must be like to be raped. "Oh yeah...yeah...yeah! Oh mate!" He gasped as the first shot of cum pumped into me, and I hissed "Oooh yessss!" as I felt more cum shoot inside of me. Then I collapsed and sank face down onto the rug, shoving my slim hips back and upwards into his groin, milking the last of his cum from his swollen cock. I lay with my face buried in the rug, breathing heavily, overwhelmed at what I had allowed them to do - two of my best friends had just sodomised me and another had fucked my mouth, and there was more to come. Mike gingerly withdrew his softening penis from my arse, stroking me gently as if to apologise for how hard he'd fucked me. I heard footsteps and I raised my sweating head. Ray,the winner of the game, was standing by my head, looking down at me where I lay prone, naked and fucked in the firelight. "Pick him up," he said. Matthew and Kevin came over, grabbed me under my armpits and lifted me onto my knees. Ray inspected me, my slender body, my ribcage rising and falling, a thread of John's cum cooling on my lips. My cock still swaying, half-erect, between my thighs. "Do you want more?" he asked me. "Yes," I whispered. "You want to get fucked again? You want to get fucked by every single one of us?" "Yes," I said, staring at him, imploring him to use me. A friend he'd known for five years was now naked, stained with cum and begging to be used. "We're gonna shave you," he said softly. "Your whole body. Every inch. I don't want a single hair left. I want you as naked as possible before I fuck you." I gazed at Ray. I was giving myself over to them, now. They really were doing whatever they wanted with me. "Take him into the bathroom," said Ray, and he turned and walked out. Matthew and Kevin held me under the arms and John and Mike picked up my legs, and I was carried bodily into the bathroom, still naked. I didn't struggle. I was letting them do it. Ray instructed the others to put me down on the tiled floor, then told me to get on all fours. I did so. They were shaking up their cans of shaving foam. "I want him totally covered," said Ray. "Every inch." They sprayed handfuls of foam and started smearing it over my nude body, their hands moving the white foam all over me, first my back and shoulders, my upper arms and then my arse and thighs, John smearing it deep into the cleft of my buttocks. Ray ordered me to kneel and I sat back on my heels, my arms by my side, as Mike rubbed foam all over my head and face. I closed my eyes and he smeared it completely over my face while one of the others covered my chest and stomach and then my cock and balls with shaving foam. In a couple of minutes I was completely covered in the stuff. Ray broke open a bag of disposables and they all started shaving me at once. Two of them were doing my back and arse, another was shaving my chest and belly, another my arms and another my legs. They didn't touch my head, yet. I felt my body hair coming off me, and the coolness of the air and the astringents in the foam made my bare skin tingle. I couldn't see what they were doing because of the foam in my face and eyes, but God, it felt erotic to have my friends doing this to me, humiliating me, shaving off all my body hair to make me into a purely sexual object. They made me lean back on my hands to give John better access to my genitals, which he shaved expertly. I was tense about having a razor down there, but he was swift and precise. Then they made me go on all fours again, and I moaned as I felt them parting my buttocks, and then there was the careful scratching of the razor shaving the hairs out of my crack. As they went on they mopped me with wet flannels, and I felt my chest and arms and legs becoming smooth and cool. Lastly they made me sit, and then I felt the razor scything the short hair from my head, over and over again, making me bald; then the careful scraping around my jaw and neck and under my nose and on my chin. I heard John say, "I think that's it," and I was helped to my feet. I heard the shower running. Ray's said, "Okay, have a shower, get cleaned up and let's see what you look like." Under the shower I gasped as the water hit me. It felt so intense, so wet, now that I had no body hair. I was as smooth as a girl, and totally hairless. I washed the foam out of my eyes and off my body, and when I was clean I stepped out of the shower. The guys were looking at me. John looked a little amused. Matthew and Mike were intrigued. Kevin looked hot and bothered. Ray looked definitely hungry. They stepped back from the full-length mirror. I got a good look at myself. It was me all right, but how different; bald and smooth and alien-looking, my body pink from the shaving and the warm water, my chest hair gone, my head with none of the masculinity that came from a crop. I was about skin, about flesh; I looked less like a man, without actually looking like a woman. What I really looked like was a blank slate, a shop-window mannequin with genitals, a sexual template for anyone to inscribe fantasies on. My naked, hairless cock and balls were hanging pink and gleaming between my dripping thighs. Kevin grabbed me and kissed me, his hands groping me all over, and I moaned inside his mouth as he gathered my naked body up against him. I closed my eyes. He was reaching down into the smooth crack of my arse and touching my anus and I shuddered. I felt someone smearing cool gel into the cleft and Kevin's fingers moving it around, pushing gobs of it up into the already stretched tunnel of my anus, lubing me up once more. Kevin's body was warm inside his t-shirt and boxers and with my shaven skin it was as though I could feel every single fibre of his underwear. It was sensual. While kissing me, he carressed every inch of my naked body, finding out what aroused me, making me give up every part of myself to him. I could hide nothing from him. "You're fucking beautiful," he muttered as he kissed my neck and throat, and I opened my eyes, my head lolling, to see the others standing and watching as Kevin pushed his fingers into my ass and pulled on my prick, making me hard again. They were watching me, the friend they had known so well for years, now shaved, hairless and smooth, pink and naked, in the arms of another friend, kissing and being caressed in the most intimate way and getting off on it. Mike went up to John and simply pulled John's boxers down over his hips, stripping him nude. John gasped and turned to Mike putting his arms around Mike's shoulders, drawing him in and kissing him. Matthew went up to them and stood behind John, taking his cock out of his jockey shorts and putting it in the cleft of John's narrow ass. From time to time each of them turned to glance at Kevin and myself. I had already been fucked twice and my third time was coming. Kevin's strong arms went around my waist and he locked his fingers under my ass. I lifted my feet off the ground and wrapped my legs around him. He carried me out of the bathroom, still kissing me. Kevin, being strong, had no problem carrying me and took me across the room to the fire. I unwrapped my legs from around his waist and he set me down on the thick rug. Laying on my back, he lifted my naked legs up, pushing them against my chest so that my arse was fully exposed to him. I stared up at him as he grasped my cock and pulled on it lovingly, smiling, he then slid his hand down over my balls and into the cleft of my buttocks, fingering my anus. Leaning back, he kneeled up and reached into his boxers, taking out his cock out. I could hear panting coming from across the room, and then I heard Mike groan "Oh, fuck!" I smiled at Kevin "It's not just me that loves your poker nights". Mike was bent over a chair and John was holding his hips, pushing into him. Now Mike was being buggered, like I'd been, and by John. But while he was fucking Mike, John was watching Kevin and me and I sensed that he had only taken Mike because I was currently claimed by Kevin. I looked back at Kevin and he was looking down at me with a grin. "See what we started," he said, and then he took his cock in his hand and he guided it to the slightly loose knot of my anus and leaned down, pushing himself into me. It was an incredibly vulnerable position, with my legs bent back over me and Ray facing me. He started to push his thick cock into me, stretching the muscle of my anus, and as I felt him sliding up inside me and filling me I winced a little. Kevin started to fuck me, easing his giant length in and out of my arsehole. He looked at me and said softly, "You okay?" "Yeah," I replied, "oh, God, yeah. Just...just don't stop...oh...fuck me..." I knew Kevin didn't need encouragement. He seemed to go further and further into me with each stroke, until I was totally impaled on his thick meat. I clenched my teeth and breathed harshly, my eyes shut tight, as Kevin ploughed a furrow into my rectum, fucking me deeper and murmuring to me about how cute I was, how I was doing great, how I had a gorgeous ass and how good it felt to be fucking me. Every time he sank into me, his balls would touch my now shaved and sensative arse. I found myself wondering what Jenny would think of the fact that her boyfriend had taken one of his best friends and made him submit to being fucked up the ass. Then I fantasised about Kevin doing to Jenny what he was doing to me now. I had an image of her lying naked on her back moaning while Kevin stuffed his cock up her arse. It aroused me so much that I felt myself about to cum. Kevin could tell how aroused I was because my penis was rock hard, bouncing off my belly, and I was moaning loudly, "Oh! Oh God, yeah! Oh, please! Please! Fuck my arse! Fuck my arse...ooohh!" He started thrashing in and out of me, really fast and strong, and he muttered, "Go on, go on, mate, cum for me, go on, you can do it, you can do it." I clenched my teeth as I felt myself about to cum. I held it back for as long as possible until I could no more and exploded, shooting cum over my belly and chest, so hard that some even hit my face. Seeing me cum, Kevin growled and continued fucking my arse. As his pace quickened I tell he was close to cumming and said, "Coat me". With that he pulled out his cock and not a moment too soon. He grabbed the base of his cock and I watched as several streams of cum shot out, landing on my chest and hitting me on my neck, chin and mouth. His body shook slightly as he dragged a clenched fist up the length of his cock, drawing out the last of his semen onto my chest. He now hung his head, panting for breath and collapsed down onto me kissing me hard and licking the cum from from lips. As we kissed, Kevin ground his body against mine, coating the both of us in sweat and cum. I felt totally sated; I had now been fucked by three men. But while I had had my own orgasm, I wanted to finish the job and service the others. The pleasure of allowing myself to be used by them was something I wanted to go on. I turned my head. Mike and John were on the couch now, with Mike between John's legs the way Kevin had been between mine, and they were fucking slowly and steadily. John was still the only other one of us who was completely naked. "Ray?" said Kevin. Ray was sitting at the table, drinking wine. "You want to take a turn?" "I think it's only fair, don't you?" I rolled onto my belly and smiled at Ray. "You can do whatever you want," I said. "Anything." "Anything?" he said. I nodded and smiled. "Can we not do it in here?" he said, glancing at Mike and John on the couch. "We don't have to," I assured him. Kevin looked amused, and went into the kitchen. Ray got up and said, "Okay," and I got up slightly unsteadily and followed him out of the living room and up the stairs. Ray then led me into a bedroom and sat on the bed. "This is Helen's bedroom," he said. I leaned against the doorframe, my arms folded, smiling. Helen was Kevin's sister. She was nineteen now, but we had all known her since she was in her early teens, and she had always been a teasing, flirtatious, sexy little pain in the arse. None of us had ever asked Helen for a date because we knew she'd just burst out laughing. She was a flighty, funny, rude, long-legged, tomboyish sexpot who had been the focus of quite a few sexual fantasies over the years. Ray got off the bed and went over to the chest of drawers. He opened it and started rummaging through Helen's underwear. He pulled out some black lace panties and held it out to me. "Put it on," he said in a slightly abstracted tone. I guessed what he wanted from me. I smiled at him, and pulled on the panties; Helen was quite tall, so it wasn't too bad a fit, although I only could just tuck my genitals inside. Ray went through more of the drawers and found a white t-shirt with GIRL POWER on it, and a pair of cut off denims. He handed them all to me and I pulled on the t-shirt - it was tight across my chest - and then the shorts, which were extremely tight. Dressed in Helen's clothes, I sat on the bed. The erotic tension in the room was palpable. Here I was, shaved smooth and dressed in the clothes of a teenage girl and about to live out Ray's most private sexual fantasy. He was trembling a little and sweating. "God, you're gorgeous," he muttered. "Thanks," I said softly. "You're fucking gorgeous," he said hoarsely and cleared his throat. Playing the role, I pulled up my knees and hugged them, head tiltedm smiling coyly at him. "You're good-looking too, you know," I said. "What are you doing right now," he said. It took me a while to figure the question out. "I'm at home in bed," I said, finally. "Are you sleeping?" I tried to imagine Helen lying in bed and decided I would spice it up a little. "No," I said, "I'm touching myself." Ray trembled some more. He sat on his shaking hands. "Are you having a fantasy?" he said. "Yeah," I said. "I'm imagining being kissed by a girl." "You're a slut, Helen," he said tightly. "Yes," I breathed, and my lips brushed against his shoulder. "You're a dirty slut," he repeated. He grabbed me and shoved me on my back, pulling the hem of the t-shirt up. It was tight, and as my arms were lifted over my head it got stuck, still around my neck, covering my head so that I couldn't see. Ray cursed and pulled at the shorts, hauling them halfway down over my hips. "Ray!" I exclaimed, my voice muffled by the t-shirt, "Wait! Hang on a sec!" He finally unbuttoned the shorts open and pulled them down and then flipped me over onto my belly. Now I understood why Ray was so keen to have me shaved. I am sure that face down, my smooth body in girlie panties could pass for the tom-boyish Helen. He wanted me to be the girl of his fantasies. He ran his hangs along my inner thigh and then massaged my smooth arse through the lace of the panties. Taking the waistband, he then pulled the panties off me. "You fucking bitch, Helen," he muttered, "you fucking slut, I'm gonna give it to you up your arse, you wait..." "Oh no! Stop" I cried. Ray had crossed the line, he was lost in his fantasy. He pulled my buttocks apart and spat on my anus. He shoved a finger into me, although he barely needed to, I had been buggered three times already. I wriggled in his grip, but he was stronger. I managed to wriggled free enough from the T-shirt to look around at Ray kneeling over me. My eyes widened. I'd seen Ray's cock before, but I wasn't prepared for what it looked like erect. It was enormous. He rubbed more lube over it so that it glistened. He pushed my face back into the duvet and then I felt him mount my hips and the hot helmet of his prick rubbing at the slippery cleft of my arse. Ray wanted to bugger Helen and because he couldn't have her, he was going to do it to me instead. He grunted, shoving the stiff head of his penis into the socket of my arse. I sprawled nude underneath him on the bed as he forced himself into me, his entire length pushed into my hole. Helen's shorts and panties were tangled around one ankle, her t-shirt still wrapped around my head, trapping my arms. "Take me, you little bitch," he gasped, and I didn't know if he was talking to me or Helen. "Say you like my cock in your arse. Say it." He reached around me and grabbed my own cock in his fist and pulled on it. "OOOOH!" I moaned as Ray kept on driving his member into my arse. "Say you like having my cock in your arse!" he rasped into my ear. "I love it," I moaned, "I love it, I love it...ooohh, please...please..." Saying it made it seem more true. Ray groaned as he came into my rectum and kept on humping me for several minutes, forcing his dick into me. I could hear squelching noises as his cock slid in and out of my cum-sodden arsehole. I whimpered with shame and humiliation. He squeezed my naked bottom as he urged his prick into my arsehole one last time, then he pulled out of me and left me sprawled on my face, naked and tangled up in Helen's T-shirt. He got off the bed and left the room, and it was several minutes before I could pull myself together enough to roll over and sit up. I pulled the t-shirt off my head and sat on the bed, breathing heavily. So it had got a little out of hand. I had no idea that Ray had such dark fantasies about his Helen and figured that it was better that he act them out on me, rather than her. I couldn't quite decide whether or not he had, technically speaking, raped me. I had followed him into the bedroom with the express intention of having sex with him. The sex itself had been of a nature that I hadn't wanted - hadn't I? "You okay?" said a voice. I looked up; John was in the doorway. "He's always had a thing about her," John sighed. "It wasn't that bad," I said. "I mean, I wanted him. But he wasn't doing it to me." John then surprised me by saying "I've fancied you for years." "I thought you had," I said with a smile. "I like it when you flirt with me." "Yeah, and it's a funny thing," he said. "I'm the only one here who really fancies you, and I haven't even had you." "Hey, I sucked your cock," I protested, grinning and feeling my face go red. He looked into my eyes and then leaned forward and kissed me. The memory of what had happened with Ray faded as John touched my cock and I felt myself getting hard yet again. "It's not too late, you know," I whispered as he tenderly kissed my neck. "What's not," he murmured absently. "We can still fuck. I mean, if you want to." "You still up for it?" he said, raising his eyebrows. "Well...you might want to be gentle with me," I giggled. John gave my cock a squeeze, and I smiled, amazed at myself that I was so willing to let another man take me. He got up and led me across the landing. In the room there was a king-size bed and crawled on, laying on my back. John shut the door, stripped off and joined me on the bed.. "You've had the rest," he murmured. "Now have the best." He took my face in his hands and began to kiss me, laying on top of me so that our cocks were pressed together. At first I was surprised as the other guys had mostly just wanted to fuck my ass. I'd assumed that was what they all wanted to do to me. But John was treating me not like a sex object, but like a lover. He was running his hands all over my body, and because I was so smooth and hairless it felt incredibly intense. I was already hard, but in only a few moments I was gasping with desire. He caressed my bald skull and his lips were all over my face. Then his hand was holding my cock and pulling on it gently and I sighed softly. John moved down my body and his lips closed around my cock, I moaned, "Ohh, yeah." He began to lick and suck on me. None of the others had been even slightly interested in my cock. He took his time to pleasure me, licking, kissing and encircling my cock with his tongue. He then reached under my ass and probed my hole with a finger. His tongue was that of a virtuoso. He was making me feel all kinds of pleasure I'd never dreamed of. He parted my thighs and put his face between them and licked me, his tongue dragging over the shaved area between my balls and anus. I whimpered, "Oh, man, John, oh please, fuck me, please..." "Now, now. What's the rush?" he whispered, and took my balls in his mouth, letting the roll over his tongue. "Oooh!" I sighed, my voice breaking slightly, and he pushed into my anus with a finger. I squirmed, desperate for him to enter me, to really fuck me, to really make me his the way the others had. He pushed a second and then a third finger into my moist hole. I moaned lighty as he slowly probed me. He pulled out and pushed at my buttocks a little and I eagerly rolled onto my stomach. I invitingly lifted up my ass, but he merely parted them with his hands and dragged his tongue over my sticky anus, still smeared with the other guy's cum. Rubbing my face into the pillow, I whispered "OOOH! Oh yeah! Oh please, now, please, John, please..." I couldn't believe it. He kept doing it, licking my arse with his tongue, snuffling his face between my naked buttocks. I then felt his tongue pushing into me a little which made me even more so agonisingly horny. I clenched my teeth and groaned into the pillow. John seemed to be feeling it too, for he moved up from my ass, his tongue stitching a line of kisses up my back until he was at long last mounted on my naked hips. He slid his cock easily between my greasy buttocks, but still did not enter me. He kissed the back of my shaved head and I moaned as he slowly, sensuously as he finally worked his long, thin, beautiful cock into the tingling, pulsing socket of my arse. I lay on my belly, pierced by John's penis, and I wanted nothing else than to be there and at that moment. I was making indescribable noises as he eased his cock in and out of me, fucking me long and slow and hard, kissing me as he did so, murmuring in my ear about what a fucking sexy bitch I was. At that momemt I came. A few moments later, I felt him cumming deliciously inside me and I was wonderfully satisfied and content. He pulled out of me, got off and curled up next to me. Only then did I realise how exhausted I was. Apart from the fact that I'd had sex five times, which normally would be unprecedented, but this had been with men, the emotional intensity of it had been as draining as the physical exertion. My ass pleasantly ached and was slimy with cum. I had allowed my mates to turn me into a panting, whimpering ass-slut. And, I loved it. "I don't know anything any more," I murmured sleepily as John cradled me in his arms. "What do you mean?" he replied. "I mean, am I straight, am I gay, who fucking knows. One things for sure, that was the most amazing night of my life. But I know that next time I walk down a street, I'm gonna be looking at the girls' asses, not the guys'." "Yeah, whatever you say. It's your choice, mate," he chuckled and patted my bald head. I don't remember anything after that, I was so knackerd than I dropped straight off. Comments to: fun2bhad4u@googlemail.com