Date: Tue, 2 Oct 2018 00:58:10 -0700 From: Dylan Hani Subject: Josh's Adventures Chapter 8 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; please do not repost or claim as your own. This story involves sexual encounters between a teenage boy with several other boys, and a few adult men. If you wish to comment, please send me an email at dyhaniboys@gmail.com. If you're interested in a similar story involving sex between adult men and young boys in a fantasy setting, please check out my new story here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/the-training-of-a-half-elf/ P.S. Please consider donating to the Nifty Archive so we can continue enjoying our erotic stories. Thank you! Josh's Adventures: The Four Day Weekend, by Dylan Hani. Chapter 8 "Get up on the table, Slut" Peter says. I crawl over to the coffee table and get in position. "Wait here" He says. "Yes, Master" I say. I can hear him walking away, going downstairs. I turn and notice that everyone is going downstairs. Before long, I am completely alone in the loft, my ass in the air, waiting for someone to come and take it. I can hear the boys talking downstairs, but I can't make out what they're saying. I look over at my cock and realize that I've gone soft. Time drags on, and I start to get bored. I can hear the boys laughing downstairs, and I hear the front door, which makes me cock jump back to attention. Another boy? I hope so. After a while, my cock and my hopes deflate. There wasn't another boy, it must have been a delivery or something. Finally, after what feels like hours, Peter comes back upstairs. He puts a plate of food in front of me. "Eat, Slut" he says. I look at him, wondering if he wants me to do what I think he wants me to do. "Get your mouth down and eat" He says. I lower my head and start eating as the other boys gather around and watch me. Someone takes a picture, and I can hear Bryce laughing. "We should get him a collar" Duncan says. "Dude, fuck yeah!" Peter exclaims. I can feel my cock getting hard at the thought. I finish eating and Peter takes the plate away. Duncan slaps my ass, making jump and cry out. "Flip over and hold your legs apart" He says. I get on my back and open my legs, spreading them as far as I can, giving him total access to my hole. Duncan smiles at me and starts measuring the space between my knees. "Can you guys help me spread them some more and hold him in place?" He asks. Matt and Bryce each take one of my legs and spread my legs further apart. I grab the table and bite my lip as they stretch too far and it begins to hurt. Duncan measures again. He looks at me and smiles that wicked grin of his. He puts his hands on my thighs and pushed my legs apart until I cry out. He lets go and nods at the guys, who let me go. "That will do. I'm going to head home for a while, But I promise I'll be back later" Duncan says. He pats my balls and winks before leaving the loft. I can hear him getting his things and head out the front door. "Alright, I think this will work better if he's on the floor" Peter says. He points at the puddle of precum on the table and I immediately flip over and lick it clean. Once I'm done, he points at the floor. "On your hands and knees, Slut" he commands. I get down and watch as Bryce sits down in front of me, his beautiful uncut cock hard and waiting. I can feel Peter's hands on my hips behind me and my cock gets hard instantly. "Please" I beg. Everyone laughs. Bryce points at his cock. "Start sucking, slut" he commands. I open my mouth and take the head in. I adjust and reach with my hand to stroke him, but he slaps it away. "Mouth only, I'm in control" He says. I nod and push back his foreskin with my lips, sucking up some of his gooey precum. He puts his hand on the back of my head and pushes me down, forcing half of his cock into my mouth all at once. I can feel Peter pressing the tip of his cock against my sore hole, and I shiver with anticipation at the thought that I'm going to get fucked and throatfucked at the same time. Peter shoves the head of his cock past my sphincter, making me gasp and choke on Bryce's cock. "Fuck yeah, bitch, choke on that cock!" Bryce says, pushing my head down and forcing the rest of his cock into my throat. I choke and try to pull away, but he holds me in place with his hand and begins to thrust at the same time that Peter starts plunging his cock into me. "Fuck! he's still tight!" Peter shouts. And I'm in fucking heaven! I shift my hips a little, giving Peter better access as the familiar feeling of my master's cock inside me makes me moan and choke on Bryce's cock. It's like my hole recognizes his cock, like it knows that it belongs to him. Peter moves my hips and pushes my ass down, so that he's fucking down and into me, using gravity to increase the power of his thrusts. He starts hitting my prostate, which sends shivers up my spine and makes me moan again, which makes me choke. "Fuck YES! Choke on my cock, you fucking whore!" Bryce shouts, wrapping his fingers in my hair and shoving my head down as he rocks his hips, hitting the back of my throat every single time. He pulls my head up by my hair, making me spit out a mess of spit and precum. I barely have time to breathe before he's forcing me down again, shoving his cock all the way into my throat. "Make him stick out his tongue and lick your balls" Peter says between grunts. Bryce pulls me up, making me cry as the pain of him pulling my hair finally sinks in. I stick out my tongue, and before I have time to breathe, he shoves his cock into my throat and begins thrusting hard, making me gag and jerk from the force. I manage to move my tongue a little, licking his ballsack. Bryce moans, and I can hear Peter grunting with each shove over me. I am so close again. Suddenly, Peter stops, pulling out of me and getting up. Bryce pulls my head up and moves away, leaving me feeling empty and neglected as they switch positions. Peter kneels down in front of me and wraps his fingers in my hair, just like Bryce, then shoves his cock into my mouth. He starts humping at the same time that Bryce slides his amazing, massive cock inside me and makes me shudder with pleasure. They're fucking me doggy style from both ends, and I have a moment to picture what it looks like before Bryce hits my prostate and makes me cum. I moan loudly as Peter pulls out, then choke as he shoves his cock back into my throat and goes completely wild, thrusting so fast that I can't even tell when one thrust ends and the next one begins. I'm shaking from the orgasm, my skin feels amazing as Bryce rungs his fingers over my back, and I can feel Peter's cock expand and shoot his cum into my throat. I choke on it, swallowing as fast as I can. Peter holds my head in place as he thrusts one last time, pushing his cock as far into my throat as he can, then holding it there as he moans and shakes with ecstasy. He pulls out, slumping to the ground. He leans back, grinning at me with complete satisfaction. As he catches his heartbeat, he points at his cock, and I notice what a mess iv'e made with my spit. "Clean me up, slut" he says. "Yes, Maste- AHHUCKINGOD!" I scream as Bryce adjusts his angle and starts fucking me so hard that each thrust lifts my knees up from the ground. My head goes fuzzy as he loses control. I can hear him shouting with each thrust, I can feel his hand grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as he digs the fingers of his other hand into my shoulder, making me cry out and whimper as his cock swells and he starts pumping his cum into my guts. It makes me cum again, and I can feel my cock throbbing with each of his spurts, I can hear myself screaming along with each of his grunts. He collapses on top of me, breathing hard and still thrusting as the last of his cum spills inside me. I wiggle my hips at him, hoping that he'll stay inside me as I finally start licking Peter's balls, cleaning up the mess. Bryce stays inside of me until I'm done licking Peter's cock clean. They're both almost soft now, and Bryce takes the opportunity to pull out and move in front of me, putting his cock directly in front of my face. I start licking his cum off of it without being told to. His cum tastes good, more bitter than it was yesterday, and as I lick him clean, I wonder how much of the cum that I'm tasting his his and how much is Duncan's and Matt's. It doesn't matter, all I care about it licking it up, sucking it off of him until his cock and shiny and clean and glistening and hard again. I look up at him, and he wipes my face, making me notice that I cried as they used me. Peter moves over to the couch and starts up the game. Bryce keeps stroking my face, and I can tell he has something else in mind. He smiles at me, making me grin back at him. "Turn around, show me that boyhole" he says. I turn around and lift up my ass, hoping that he's going to fuck me again. Instead, he slips a few fingers inside me, tracing my sphincter and pulling at it, stretching me out. He pulls out and I can hear him squirting lube on something. I flinch when he slaps my ass, then sticks three fingers inside me, sliding them all the way to the base, then starts flicking at my prostate, making me moan and push back on his hand. He slips in a fourth finger, which hurts and makes me want to pull away. I push back instead, and it's only until he puts all of his fingers together and pushes that I realize what he's going to do. "Oh god! Sir, please do it! Please shove your fist inside me!" I cry out. Bryce laughs and begins twisting his hand in a circle, pushing in. I flinch, pulling away a little. Bryce slaps my ass hard enough to echo, making me cry out in pain and get the message. He pushes his hand deeper, stretching out my sphincter so much that my head goes fuzzy with the pain. Just as I feel as if he's going to tear me apart completely, he pulls out, then pushes in again, stopping right then the thick part of his hand is stretching out my hole. I whimper in pain into the floor, reaching for anything to hold on to and finding nothing. He pulls out, then begins twisting his hand back and forth until my hole is stretched out and I can't help but cry and whine. He pulls out again, then pushes hard, and I realize that he hasn't even gotten to the really thick part of his hand, because this time my hole stretches and the edges of my vision go dark. He pulls out just it time, and I can't hear what he says over the sound of my own crying and begging. He slides his hand back in, pushing it deeper, I hold my breath as the pain takes over, as I can feel his hand stretching my hole wider, and wider, and the pain keeps growing, and just as I am about to scream, just as I can't possibly take any more, I feel his fist pop past my sphincter and the ring of muscle tighten around his wrist. My legs jut out and my entire body tenses up, my hole squeezing down on his hand as my body tries to get it out. My legs stiffen and straighten out, pulling him deeper into me. "Fuck YES! FUCK YES! You fucking little WHORE!" Bryce yells as Peter hoots and hollers. I can barely smile at the accomplishment. Bryce closes his fist and turns it, hitting my prostate with his thumb as he slides deeper into me, then pulls back. He repeats the motion a few more times, then clenches his fist and beings to pull out. "AGH! FACK! FUCKKKKK!!" I scream as the pain from his pulling out his fist tears my hole apart, making me thrash and cry as the edges of my vision go blurry. Bryce massages my hole for a few seconds, then slides his fingers inside me, twisting his hand and pushing back in, teasing me as the thickest part of his hand reaches my sphincter. He pushes in, then out quickly. I jerk away, making him grab my leg and hit my ass so hard that I cry out. "You're going to take my fist and you're going to like it, you fucking little slut! Don't try to run away from it!" he yells at me. I go limp, letting him take control. Bryce moves me so that I'm lying across his legs and he can hold me down with one hand as he forces the other back into my hole. I cry out each time he pushes his fist inside me, screaming and whimpering each time he pulls it out. He starts going faster, almost as fast as when he was fucking me, and I cum screaming and whimpering and thrashing as he assaults my hole with his fist, pushing it all the way into me. As I cum, he stops, holding his fist tight and twisting it a little. I can feel him opening his hand inside me, then slide it all the way out, leaving me breathless and limp across his legs, whimpering as the orgasm passes. He slides his hand back inside me, massaging the walls of my hole. He sips his hand out, slaps my ass and then pushes me to the ground. "That was fucking perfect! I am so glad I did that, and I want to do it again later! Man Josh, you really a perfect slut. I'm going to dump that whinny bitch and only fuck you from now on." He says, making me blush. I turn to face him. "Thank you for fucking me, Sir. Thank you so much for fisting me and making me cum, you can have me anytime you want, I swear" I say. Bryce kneels down and kisses me on the lips. "You're welcome, my little slut." he says. I blush, confused by the sudden tenderness. Maybe he isn't straight, maybe he does like me. He stands up and looked at Peter, who had put down the controller and watched as Bryce fisted me into orgasm. "I'm going to head out, I have to drop by my house and run some errands, I might be back later tonight, but if not, tomorrow afternoon for sure" He says. Peter nods and promises him a turn at my ass later. I lay on the ground and watch as he walks downstairs. Matt comes into the loft, fully dressed. "Riley called, so I'm going to go out and meet him, Don't burn the house down while I'm gone bro" he says. Peter laughs and tells him goodbye. I say goodbye, realizing that it's just me and Peter. I look at him expectantly. "I'm not fisting you after him. I'm going to wait until you tighten up again." He says, and I can feel my face fall in disappointment. "Rest a while, you're going to need it" Peter says, and I move to the couch, sitting next to him as he starts up the game and I massage my violated hole.