Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2022 12:37:05 +0100 From: nikinak1313@hushmail.com Subject: DIY Danny Chapter 5 New chapter. Danny gets a new experience to file away in his mental masturbation files. But first... "Jesus..." I moaned loudly. It was almost too much. The bed was squeaking quickly as my hips moved up and down, and my breathing was so rapid I thought I was going to hyperventilate. I knew it would feel good...but I'd never dreamed it would get THIS exciting. I looked up at the flushed face of my best friend. Yeah, that friend. Matty. He was above me, sweat glistening on his wrinkled forehead as he concentrated on what he was doing. Which was...fucking the shit out of me. Fucking me good and proper I think they call it. The only person who'd been inside me, apart from in my mouth, which was admittedly a pretty extensive roll call by now, was my stepdad. Who was a: considerably bigger and longer than Matty and b: not even in the country at the moment. He was in fact in Scotland...Edinburgh to be more exact, on some mysterious work trip. But now Matty was increasing speed as the sensation of filling my tight little arse (my stepdads description, not mine) obviously drove him towards what was going to be a sensational orgasm. My own wasn't likely to be far behind. When he first penetrated me...Slowly and with LOTS of the lube my dad kept in the bedside drawer of both our rooms...I'd eased the small discomfort of having his almost 5 inches trying to gain entry, with some self help. Wanking they call it. Pulling on my more modest 4 inches had two effects. It eased the brief and merely uncomfortable sensation of my best friend squeezing the head of his cock past my ring. And it gave me something pleasurable to concentrate on while he adjusted his kneeling position and started to fill me up with excited pre teen stiffness. But by now, all that was academic. We were well past the grin and bear it stage. With dad, it had started out as 75% pain and 25% pleasure...and that only at the end, with MDMA, poppers and the pressure on my prostate gland regular and intense. (He only told me about that little internal button once he'd fucked me into a sweaty, moaning mess). Now the ratio was reversed. Matty was smaller, thinner and less experienced. But as I gripped his flexing tight cheeks with both hands, and urged him to go faster...deeper, I was past caring. By the looks on my schoolfriends face, an explosion was imminent. His eyes were staring but not seeing, if that makes sense. Mouth open and breath coming in big gulps as his hips pistoned that rigid bar of flesh into me. I couldn't help it. The rubbing on my prostate, the slapping of his small balls on my behind and the feel of his smooth flesh under my fingers was enough for me too. I felt the rising surge of a pretty spectacular orgasm build below. My own eyes fixed on Mattys face and I groaned long and loud. "Oh fuck Matty...you're gonna, Oh...fuck me, fuck me...I'm coming, fuck, I'm coming!" I arched up, pushing against his thrusts as his face contorted....then felt my own cum spurting between our bodies. More cum than I've ever spurted before. Then I opened my eyes wide, my balls still contracting and my cock jerking madly. But when I looked down. There was no Matty. No cock in my tight arse. Instead, grinning up at me was the face of my stepdad. Cum streaked his bottom lip and as I stared in disbelief, he swooped again and enveloped my pulsing cock with his oh so familiar warm mouth. The sensation in my behind puzzled me...I was being fucked...wasn't I? Well, I was..but it definitely wasn't my so called straight classmate. Instead, as I stared in disbelief, I felt Dad slowly withdraw a straight, glistening middle finger from inside me. "That was some wet dream, Danny boy" he smirked. "You were so into it, when I got back from work, I couldn't resist giving you a hand...well, a finger" I'd just been finger fucked by my step dad, while no doubt moaning Mattys name aloud in my sleep. Embarrassed isn't really in it.. XXX Three days later and I'm over my embarrassment. Dad teased me good and hard for the first 24 hours, but I got annoyed in the end and the prospect of Danny Boys mouth being sealed shut for the duration soon stopped him mentioning Matty. Oh yeah, Matty. More on him later, but to be honest, he's being a dick at the moment and not in a good way. Started off pretty much ignoring me at school and only after a few days did he deign to acknowledge my existence. Fucker. We're barely talking but I suppose that's an improvement on Coventry... But after Dad gave me the news about our visitors this coming weekend, I stopped worrying about Mattys continuing pouting over swallowing a teaspoon full of splooge and concentrated on what was going to be a whole new experience for me. It turned out Dad's frequent trips to Edinburgh and Glasgow have had a purpose. He sat me down last night and told me the whole story. Basically, he's hooked up with this guy Bill. Mid 40's, pretty good looking with a nice smile (I'm looking at his photo while I write this) and as Dad told me gleefully, a big 7 inch cock ...uncut too, which will be a first for me...and the bonus prize is...he has a kid my age in tow. Not just a random either. Some 12 year old he rescued from the people traffickers in Scotland. And...he's fucking gorgeous. Skinny, like me, but with dark brown skin, a dazzling white smile. And, get this, he's as gay as a window! Apparently, Bill's been sampling his fit body for a couple of months. Adam, the kids name is. About my height and Dad says he has a really nice 6 inches in those tight shorts. Can't wait to find out if both of them are as much fun as Dad's told me they are. A little bit apprehensive too, cos Dad says Bill will definitely want to fuck me. 7 bloody inches...Jesus...I'm gonna need a shed load of lube and some serious MDMA to squeeze that monster in my rear. I'm excited and scared at the same time. I don't mind calling him Uncle Bill, which he likes apparently. If he sucks my cock and rims me as good as Dad says he will, I'll call him anything he likes. Daddy, Sir, Your Highness or Uncle Bill. And if he gets that monster in me and I don't pass out getting it in...I'm pretty sure I'll be screaming his name good and loud when he's pumping me hard later. I know what I get like on ecstacy and cock. Wild animal, Dad calls me when I'm past caring how hard he's fucking me. I go off into my own little frantic world and all that matters is the maddening sensation of my prostate throbbing against that smooth head and the knowledge that I'll feel jets of hot liquid filling me in seconds. Jesus, I had to nip into the school toilets at break time and have a quick wank, the photo of Uncle Bill and Adam in my free hand. Just managed to avoid soaking the glossy print in cum when I shot across the cubicle...close thing. But anyway...fast forward and its Saturday morning. We got up at the usual time, just before 8. Dad made us a light breakfast of toast and tea. As the barbecue would be on at 12, no point in stuffing ourselves too early, he said, with a broad wink as I giggled at the double entendre. See that...? I'm learning French too... Anyway. After tidying up the house and mowing the lawn, Dad and I showered together, without the usual mutual stroking. I was hot as hell, as per usual...anticipation does that to me...but I had my sensible head on and agreed with him that there would be quite enough 'activity' later to make up for going without an orgasm right now. Showered and changed into shorts and tee's, we started the gas barbecue at 12 and got everything ready. There was beer and wine in the fridge, along with a few bottles of that sweet Kopperberg cider I like. Ice cubes in the freezer and enough food to feed an army. We just needed our guests. About 12.45, I heard a low rumble out front and sure enough, a giant, white RV pulled into our drive and parked behind Dad's Range Rover. Luckily we have a decent sized in/out driveway as the big RV took up well over half of it. I watched through the living room window as the occupants got out...my Dad had gone out the front door to meet them. I wasn't disappointed, let's just say that. Bill was as tall as my dad, brown hair, with a touch of grey at the temples. He looked pretty fit for an old guy...you'll have to forgive me, anyone over 20 is an old guy to me...and I was glad to see, clean shaven. Dad has left enough stubble burns on the inside of my thighs when he's woken me at midnight after a business trip to have his way with me. I love the way he licks my balls and nuzzles my rear end, but I'm sensitive down there, right? I also remembered Dad saying he'd asked Bill to shave and wax down below when he visited. Dad has always been smooth as a baby there as I still like that. Bill had said that was no problem, which made him even more likeable to me. I don't like hairy guys much... I wasn't going to have that problem with Adam either. From this distance, he looked even cuter than in the photo. His smile was wide and genuine too when my dad ruffled his black hair and hugged him hello. Time to meet our guests, I thought as they started to walk towards the house. Time to put on my game face... Greetings over...with the memory of Uncle Bill's firm but comfortable handshake and Adams fist bump filed away, we went into the house. The men chatted away amiably and after a few moments awkwardness, with me and Adam not quite knowing how to play this sudden 'friendship', I resorted to the time honoured pre teen boys standby. PlayStation 5. Although I wasn't even close to the 16 age limit on the box, Dad was quite lax in what he allowed me to watch. After all, it's difficult to impose an age restriction on a 12 year old who's just been watching boy porn on the TV with your cock in his mouth, right? So 'Hell Let Loose' was my latest shooter game. The Second World War wasn't even a distant memory for my grandad, let alone me. But a shoot the enemy game is the same all over the world. As soon as I got the game loaded and Dad had instructed me to be back downstairs in an hour "NO longer Dannio?" We were up the carpeted stairs in our bare feet and away. After ten minutes of kicking Adams arse on the game, I paused it. PS5 was all well and good, but we both knew why we were here. Sooner rather than later, both of us would be minus clothes and servicing adult cock...one end or the other. (Or both, my inner devil prompted) "So..." I said, turning to the boy next to me "...what's he like?" nodding in the direction of downstairs. I'll give Adam his due. Young he might be, but that innocent face was hiding a kid with at least as much experience as me. He didn't blink. "Mr Bill is kind...generous, and..." he paused before grinning at me, "He likes sex with me very much...very VERY much" he sniggered. "What sort of stuff?" I asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear the words tumble from those soft, pink lips. Deviant that I am. Again, there was no attempt to dodge. I was learning that Adam got straight to the point...which was about the only straight thing about him. Unlike me, he'd obviously decided even at 12, what his sexual preference was going to be. "He likes to take his time" he said "...sucks me for a really long time, till I'm crazy for it...then use his tongue, you know..in my poopoo...?" My turn to giggle...poo poo? Wtf? "Yeah" I said when I stopped snickering "..Dad's well keen on my poo poo, too" Luckily for us, there was a tap on the bedroom door just then and my Dad's head poked through the gap. He looked relieved Adam and I were getting on so well. I suppose when he and Bill were planning this weekend, they must have been uncertain if their kids would get on as well as they obviously did. I hadn't got much out of Dad about the way he and Uncle Bill hooked up, but I'm guessing a whole lot of Internet chats and shared kinks had pushed them together. Dad was naturally cautious about sharing any information about his sexually active 12 year old with strangers, so I'm probably right to assume Bill checked out just fine. Knowing Dad, it wasn't just Adam who'd been sampled. My stepfather had told me more than once that he shared my desire to suck adult cocks as well as pubescent. Like me, he'd been active with boys and men from an early age. Not quite as young as I'd been, but close. "Barbecues about to start boys" he said breezily "...downstairs in five? It's hot out, so swimming trunks and put some of that factor 50 on Dannio...don't want that lily white body getting burned, do we?" I made a face at that. Its not as if I'm even that pale. This summer I've got quite a bit of colour. Enough to make it look like I'm wearing white speedos when I strip right off...I groaned theatrically and without thinking...nudity being common in the Sullivan household, dropped my shorts and pulled off my tee. I was half way to the cabinet when I remembered Adam sitting on the bed. I turned round to see him staring at my body intently. I blushed vividly as his eyes crawled over me from head to toe. Pausing for a looong time you know where. We'd only been introduced half an hour ago and I've never been naked in front of another kid like this, but something in my head wouldn't let me cover up. I could feel my cock stiffening as he stared at it. "See something you like?" I said slyly as he licked his pink lips. "Uh...yeah...I mean...yes" he said thickly. I could see a definite bulge in his own shorts now. The atmosphere in the room went up about 20 degrees. We had seconds before Dad would be yelling up the stairs again...guaranteed to break any mood. I decided to do something before the moment passed. I took two steps and stood in front of Adam, watching his eyes narrow as I got within touching distance. "Uncle Bill is gonna love this..." he said thickly. Again his tongue came out to lick his lips, but my erection was now so close, I felt the tip of it flick my exposed glans. "That's later....if you don't touch me right now, I'm going to explode" I said in a high pitched voice I hardly recognised. I saw a shudder go through him before he reached out and encircled my small cock with a cool fist. Now it was my turn to shudder. Later there would no doubt be hours of hands and tongues and breathless moans...but right now it was just me and this pretty dark skinned North African with my cock in his hand. I heard the downstairs door opening...my Dad was definitely on his way up. Adam jumped as he recognised the sound for what it was, but pulled me closer for a brief second. His tongue lapped round my glans and there was an instant when slippery, warm moisture covered an inch of my quivering, purple hard cock. I nearly stumbled as he released me and sat back. The door to my bedroom opened and Dad stood there, grinning. "Thought so...my little cockhounds" he chuckled. "There'll be plenty of time for dessert after you've eaten properly. Now, it's rude to leave Uncle Bill all alone downstairs while you two compare dicks...come on, 2 minutes...Danny, put that back in your pants..?" The mood was well and truly broken. I did as I was told and a couple of minutes later, swim trunks on and shoulders glistening with factor 50, I was sitting on a garden seat, Bill next to me, drinking a Kopperberg and swapping knowing looks with Adam, who was on the other cane seat, next to my Dad. It looked like partners had been sorted. Suddenly the roast chicken and burgers didn't sound as attractive. We were all waiting for another type of main course... there would be protein aplenty, but not roasted... XXX It wasn't long before appetites changed. The barbecue was turned off, the last of the burgers and scorched sausages either eaten or put into a kitchen storage box to cool. The men had another beer each and Adam and I were allowed another ice cold Kopperberg each. Dad slyly passed me a whole tab of MDMA, which made my eyebrows shoot up. I'd never had more than half before, but he took a moment to whisper in my ear as Uncle Bill helped Adam open his bottle of cider. "It's pretty strong stuff, but you can handle it, Danny Boy...I guarantee you'll be gagging for cock right up till midnight, with this inside you" "What about Adam?" I whispered back. "Bill reckons he can handle half a tablet, so it's going into his cider as we speak. Give it 15 minutes and both you boys will be stiff as a coke bottle and raring to go?" Now THAT was a prospect I couldn't resist. Suddenly this whole thing was very real. That 15 minutes crawled by. The evening was fast approaching and the shadows had been lengthening across the garden. Our back area was well screened with tall conifers right round, as well as big fuschia bushes, so we didn't have a problem with curious neighbours. More than once, in the long summer evenings, I'd knelt in front of Dad, while he sipped a beer and relieved his frustration. But I didn't think tonight was going to end in an alfresco orgy. Dad had joked once about the nuisance amateur drones could be...I don't imagine he was keen to appear on some TikTok clip, being sucked off by two underage boys... And so it proved. After ten minutes of waiting for the chemicals to hit, I finally felt the first fluttering in my stomach. Then a surge of pleasure ran up my spine. I started to grit my teeth...a sure sign the amphetamine ingredient was working. I was sitting next to Bill by now. His naked thigh was pressing against mine, which was already distracting. I looked across, to see Dad's arm draped over Adams shoulder. The dark skinned boy was staring wide eyed at me and his Uncle. Conversation had properly dried up by now. Next moment, I saw Dad's hand drop to Adams chest and his fingers teased the prominent brown nipples on the smooth skin. Adam jumped like he'd been plugged in, but Dad just used his arm to hold the kid tighter. I saw the tension go out of Adam, just as Bill rested his head on my shoulder, his mouth close to my ear. I shivered in anticipation. By now, Dad was nuzzling Adams neck too, making him wriggle. I could clearly see the already impressive bulge in the dark boys swim shorts grow in front of my eyes. It looked like Adam was a big boy for his age. Things moved along quicker, now both us kids were finding it hard to stay still. Bill was whispering dark things in my ear about sucking and fucking. I hardly needed any more stimulation, but he was giving it to me anyway. I've always been a fool for that sort of talk and suddenly my own loose swimming trunks were too tight. Dad had made a point of unpicking the mesh lining which held your family jewels in check. He said he preferred to see my package as God intended it when I swam...go figure. Well, Uncle Bill was very much getting the benefit now. He'd obviously decided my sensitive pale pink nipples could wait, and went straight for the main event. He slid a warm hand onto my thigh and at the same time told me I had a cock made for sucking. I saw a wet patch appear like magic on the front of my light blue trunks and I was struggling to keep my breathing in check. The cider and MDMA were combining to turn me on like never before. As his hand moved to the front of my shorts, I watched with stoned eyes as my stepdad pulled down the front of Adams shorts. There were three gasps as about six inches of rigid boy flesh bounced free. My mouth watered at the sight, but there was no time to enjoy it for long. Abruptly, just as my Dad picked Adam up in his arms and started walking towards the French windows, Bill gave me a long squeeze on my super sensitive cock, then did the same. We were carried into the room and curtains were drawn after we were told to strip and stand side by side in front of the couch. Adam and I kept stealing glances at each others quivering erections. I could hear my Dad messing around with the TV and memory stick. After a few seconds I heard the familiar sounds of a boy getting off. An old favourite, with a guy methodically sucking some 11 year olds dick to orgasm. An oldie but goodie as Dad described it. Without even looking I knew what the kids face looked like as the guy worked on him. Open mouthed, eyes darting around as if he couldn't believe the sensations going through his body. There were high pitched juvenile moans and gasps...the wet sounds of mouth on small cock, then the boy thrashed about as his dry cum overwhelmed him. Struggling to get free because the feelings were too strong for his mind to cope with. A few months later, I'd seen him in another video, literally fucking the same guys mouth as he chased another climax. We learn quick, us pre pubescent boys...pleasure is pleasure? But just as the sounds of the kids cum faded, Dad told us to turn round. It was hard to see if Adam was as turned on as me by the porn, but I bet he was. Both men had stripped of their own shorts and were now facing us. Now it was our turn to gasp. Bill was slightly bigger than my dad. But not much. Both were shaved and waxed, which made the already impressive adult cocks look bigger. The men walked past us and sat side by side on the big couch. On the TV, a Jura clip was now playing. The beautiful boy, now a bit older, was using a guys cock like a lollipop, slurping, licking and sucking on it. If I wasn't turned on before, I certainly was now. I desperately wanted to touch myself, touch Adam...touch Bill...hell I wanted to touch every male in the postcode. If I didn't get my mouth round something hard and thick soon, I was going to spontaneously combust. I needn't have worried. We were instructed to turn round again. Then to kneel. We moved like synchro swimmers, dropping to our knees, me in front of Uncle Bill...Adam in front of Dad. I didn't look sideways, but I'm positive I wasn't the only boy in the room who licked his lips. Both cocks were big, quivering and glistening at the tip. I groaned with anticipation. It was too much to bear. "Please Uncle Bill" I said slowly "Can I...can I suck your cock..please?" He looked sideways at Dad who was watching Adams face, then back at me. "You love cock, Danny, don't you?" "God yes" I almost moaned. I would have sold my soul to the devil three times over right then. "I'll suck it good...I promise...anything you like, I'll do it. As long as you like" I licked my lips in anticipation "...and you can cum in my mouth sir...I really like that?" Bill bit his lip and nodded. "Show me Danny" he almost whispered "...show me you're as good a cocksucker as your dad says...then I'm going to fuck that cute little arse of yours until you scream the house down...right?" I nodded, any thoughts of denying Bill my arse now gone forever. He could fuck my bum until I passed out, so long as he let me... I leaned forward without waiting any longer. My tongue naturally swiped the plum like head, and I heard myself groan with satisfaction as he sunk back into the cushions, hands clasped behind his head. My mouth swooped lower and I hummed in pleasure as several inches of thick cock disappeared into my hungry mouth. This is what I was born to do...what I simply loved to do. I vaguely heard Dad groan as Adam mirrored my actions on his cock, but I was too into what I was doing to care. Time to start this party... XXX I wish I could say I can remember every detail of the next few hours. In truth, it was an intense, disjointed kaleidoscope of imagery and sensation. My mouth and arse were used relentlessly, but the pleasure I got from giving them up so freely was so good, I was on the verge of passing out several times. "Fuck Danny...you're the best, boy...I've truly never been sucked so good" Bill moaned above me. I heard a murmur of slight annoyance from beside me, as the boy who'd been sucking Bill for months heard the praise being heaped on my oral skills, but it was soon replaced with a gasp and moan from Dad as Adam increased his own suction. I don't think my stepdad was in the least disappointed by the fellatio he was receiving. But it was getting to the point where neither adult cared much if I was better than Adam at taking cock. Bill's hands were on my head now, urging me to suck harder, deeper, I braced myself for his orgasm. My tongue fluttered on the top every up stroke and my fist pumped him hard and fast. His breathing got rapid and irregular. Time for me to finish the job the way I did best. I took him out of my mouth briefly and stared into his eyes. "Cum in my mouth Uncle Bill" I said ."...give it to me...I want it" I heard Dad groan too at those words. He was always a sucker for dirty talk. Nothing he liked better than hearing me beg for a mouthful of warm sperms. I heard Adam gag slightly as Dad starred to cum and swooped back onto Bill just as his cock swelled and jerked. I just managed to seal my lips over the head before he came. One second my mouth was full of hard flesh, the next a spurt of warm liquid competed for space in my mouth. Bill moaned loudly and I sucked and swallowed in one motion to get ready for the second jet. Again and again he spurted, each time I matched it with my hungry mouth. There's nothing so hot to me as a grown man so helpless between my lips. Our eyes locked as I swallowed his hot cum until all that was left was a lingering wheaty taste on my tongue and the still twitching head of his lovely cock. I swiped my lips with a tongue still streaked in pearly white, watching his eyes widen at my obvious pleasure at finishing him off. I'd seen enough porn on the TV to know I was unusual in the way I enjoyed the messy climax. Most boys I'd watched take a man's load did it because they were asked to, not because they loved it. I had no problem showing Bill I was different. I grinned up at him as he stared at my shiny lips. "Thank you...sir" I said cheekily and he grinned back. Now I chanced a look at Adam, who had also done his job properly. He was looking my way and smiling too. There was a line of white cum up his cheek, where dad had fired off a blast before Adam could capture the rest in his small mouth. It was irresistible. While the men watched, cocks slowly deflating, I moved sideways and deliberately licked my way up the brown skinned boys cheek, savouring the familiar taste of my dad's cum. I heard Bill chuckle as Adam let me clean him. "That's it boys...you've both done well...why don't you have some fun while we get ready for round two?" My dad grinned at our antics. " Yeah, Danny boy...you've earned some fun. Why don't you and Adam kiss each other properly, then show me and Bill how much you love 69?" No sooner said than done...I thought. Both our cocks were quivering with anticipation after the blow jobs we'd given. My mouth might have been a bit achy after sucking Bill off so enthusiastically, but the prospect of having Adams juicy looking six inches in there was too much to resist. We kissed, open mouthed, for a long minute before collapsing onto the soft rug in front of the couch. While a noisy boy porno played on the TV, Adam and I slid into a comfortable 69. Him above me. I took one last look at my Dad and Bill, side by side on the leather sofa, hands on each others recovering cocks already, before gripping Adams beautiful cock in my hand and feeding it into my mouth. It was time to have some boy fun too... XXX It didn't take long. Two 12 year olds, superheated by audio and visual sex, mouths full of each other. Adam was a lot slimmer in girth to Uncle Bill and he jerked about a lot more as I worked on him. His small balls almost danced in my hand as I cupped them posessively. They were unbelievably smooth and cute. He moaned continuously as he frantically sucked on me. What he missed in expertise, he more than made up for with enthusiasm. I don't think either of us considered for a second not swallowing our second load of the afternoon. After less than 5 minutes, I felt Adams balls constrict in my palm as I quickly fisted his cock with my other hand. There was a muffled shout from above me as my own dick sunk deep into his mouth. I felt the cum surge up my shaft as his own pulsed in my mouth. My gurgle of satisfaction was also suppressed by the hot flesh in my mouth, but even as I arched up off the floor, back bent like a bow as the slim, dark boy increased the suction on me to almost painful levels. But I was lost in my orgasm by then. So was he, I guess, but I was caught up in a frenzy of ejaculating into that impossibly hot and slippery mouth. I could feel him swallowing and heard him moaning deep in his throat as I filled it with goo. But I had my own ration to savour. Unlike Bill, his cum wasn't thick and creamy. More watery and sweet. But I savoured it anyway as gradually, Adam stopped moaning round my dick and started to copy my cleaning up routine. To be honest, there wasn't much to clean. I'd swallowed most of his sperms without thinking about it. Just a lingering sweetness and the return of an ache in my jaw from sucking two hard cocks in a row. As we untangled ourselves, grinning sheepishly at each other at how much we'd been carried away with our 'performance'. I looked up to see both adults watching us with hot and lustful eyes. Their cocks were fully recovered, that much was obvious. Both Bill and Dad were sporting rock hard and quivering erections. I knew where THOSE were going to be put in about 30 seconds. XXX I wasn't wrong. Watching us go at each other obviously recharged Bill and Dad's batteries. Adam was lifted off me by my stepdad and enveloped in his arms. There was a lot of open mouthed kissing as he savoured whatever lingering taste of me remained in Adams mouth. But I didn't get long to enjoy the view. Bill picked me up bodily and raised his eyebrow at Dad as he finally disengaged from Adams lips and busy tongue. "Can I take this little cutie upstairs?" he asked. I was a bit surprised as I'd thought both adults enjoyed watching the other perform as they took us, but I guess Uncle Bill was craving some private time with me. I knew he was planning on fucking me, so it was OK with me wherever he wanted to have me. A bed is still more comfortable than the floor, even with thick rugs. Dad smirked and cupped Adams butt cheek with his free hand. "Sure...take the biggest double upstairs...more room" They both sniggered, but I knew there was another motive for Dad's generosity. His room had cameras all over. On both walls, above the bed and at the foot of it, hidden in the built in flat screen casing. He was going to get a full movie out of this once our visitors had gone home. A shit ton of expensive editing software would turn the next hour into a full colour, stereo sound porno we could watch together for weeks afterwards. Bill carried me upstairs and I thought we were going straight to Dad's room, but he went into the bathroom instead. "I want you squeaky clean, Danny boy" he said as I wrinkled my brow " I have plans for that peachy little behind of yours...plans...." Despite the heat from the shower as he turned it on full, I shivered slightly. Only Dad had penetrated my behind so far...and I knew how considerate and gentle he was. Bill seemed like the same sort of guy, but who knew once he got excited? I just hoped I was right about him... Well, I was OK...more than OK in fact. Bill turned out to be just as gentle as Dad. And given what he did to me with his tongue and fingers before he even started to ease that monster inside me, I was plenty grateful about his technique. Once we were dried off and on the double bed, he put my mind at rest straight away. On my stomach (I was hoping I wasn't going to be in that position all night) he raised me up, so my stomach was resting on a couple of pillows. I leaned on my elbows and craned my neck to see what he was up to. Me...mostly, obviously. But not before he'd comprehensively blown my mind with his tongue. Don't get me wrong...dad had already educated me about rimming. I'd enjoyed it a lot before he'd started fucking me. But Bill was on a whole new level. Whilst I was straining my neck to see what he was doing, he'd positioned me so my legs were open and he had both cheeks of my small arse spread too. The first touch with the tip of his tongue nearly sent me into orbit. I cried out like I'd been stung. God, it felt incredible. Lapping, circling, probing...it went on and on. I could hear him making low, satisfied noises in his throat as his tongue drove deeper. Without realising it, I was rotating my arse in time with his tongue movements. "Deeper...please Bill, deeper" I heard myself moaning in a voice I almost didn't recognise. He gripped my hips with strong fingers and extended his tongue, compliantly spearing me deeper. I cried out again, beyond caring about how I sounded. If I had to beg for this to continue, I was quite happy to do so. Fucking me might be his ultimate goal, but if he just wanted to rim me all night, I was fine with that. I kept reaching down to grip my cock, desperate for sensation. But every time he batted my hand away. I groaned in frustration, but he was relentless. By the time he straightened up and withdrew his tongue from inside me, I was nearly sobbing with need. Whatever he wanted to do with me, I was his. He turned me over so my rear rested again on the pillows, I panted, face up. I must have looked a real mess, face flushed, hair all over the place, mouth still open. But he obviously didn't care what this hyper turned on 12 year old looked like. My legs still spread, I watched him reach over to the bedside cabinet and pick up the tube of lubrication I knew was always there. With eyes stoned with lust I saw him slather the clear liquid over his quivering cock. It bounced menacingly between his legs as he gathered more on his two middle fingers and slowly inserted them inside me before rotating them. I arched up as he did, fearing the penetration, but unable to stop my body reacting to him. I was ready, he knew it and I was about to be properly fucked. The MDMA I'd swallowed what seemed days ago was still turbo charging my libido, and his tongue and fingers had prepared me as much as any boy about to be mounted could wish for. "I'm going to fuck you now Danny...long and hard...ok?" I swallowed hard. This was it then. My mouth was dry again with the drugs, but I knew I wanted him to have me. I nodded. "Fuck me Uncle Bill" I croaked, wetting my lips with my tongue ""Fuck me good...I want it" And despite my anxiety, I found I actually did. I still winced when the tip of his cock touched my ring. I still bit my lip as he pushed the slippery head inside. I still cried out when the thickness of his shaft threatened to split me in two. Even when the popper burst under my nose and a wave of sensation made me gasp. But once that thing was in me...I reached up and gripped his forearms. My legs circled his waist and when he thrust the first time...my body pushed back. And pushed back again when a few minutes of careful pressure later, his heavy balls rested on the cheeks of my bum. But by then, he was kissing me. Open mouthed, tongue duelling with mine. Dimly, in the distance, I could hear Adam crying out downstairs. Accompanied by the regular slap of flesh on flesh. My friend was being fucked too. If I knew my Dad as well as I thought I did, the dark skinned 12 year old would be on his hands and knees, pert little bum up in the air as my stepfather pounded him from behind. But I had other things to keep me occupied. Bill was whats commonly known as 'fucking the shit out of me'. I cried out loud and often in his ear as he took me over and over. Whatever else this weekend brought, this was where I was meant to be. The taste of two males sperms in my mouth, a man's cock sliding in and out of me like a piston...and soon, the heat and fluid filling me completely. My idea of heaven...