Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2017 21:58:55 -0400 (EDT) From: Freddy E. Subject: My rushed physical exam, chapter 3 My Rushed Physical Exam, Chapter 3: Movie Star to Star Attraction. By Cresive Don't forget to support the Nifty Archive!!!! In chapter three I expand my story into a more fiction realm. This installment actually has two episodes to it. There are a few true events in this story, but the are sprinkled into the story only sparsely. I did have to do some chores at Mr. Wallace's house and my mom did want me to make a good impression. Yes, he did greet me in his bathrobe and yes, I did get to see him naked when he sat down and his robe opened. You can probably guess what else is true in the story. I hope you enjoy this installment. _________________________________________________________________ I was shopping with my mom for about 20 minutes and nothing happened. We picked up a few things for the house, even a few things for me. It was weird when we bought new pants for me because I had to try them on without any underwear. I was a bit worried, but other than feeling a bit overexposed when I took off my pants to try on the new pair, nothing really happened. It was bizarre feeling the air on my backside and cock and balls while my mom was only a curtain away, but I managed to get through the experience without incident. My mom sent me to pick up a few things on the other side of the store, so I had to separate from her. Just as I was out of earshot, I heard an unfortunately familiar voice call out my name. It was the security guard who only a few hours earlier had escorted me out of the store with instructions to not return. My anxiety immediately went through the roof when he put his hand on my shoulder and chivied me to Mr. Wallace's office. When we arrived, the guard knocked on the door and we entered after receiving permission. Mr. Wallace gave me a wide-eyed, but cold greeting. The guard said he caught me walking the aisles and immediately brought me here. Mr. Wallace gave a sigh and asked me why I was trespassing in his stores after I had agreed to stay away. Here I was, back in the same room where I had my cherry taken only hours before, and facing another round with the man who took it. I was almost in tears, but somehow got out that my mother brought me here to buy some clothes and items for the house. I tried to plead my case that I couldn't tell her I was banned from the store and thought that if I stayed with her, Mr. Wallace would show some leniency. Mr. Wallace didn't seem to be in a lenient mood. He stood up, came around to the front of his desk and looked down on me. He began to lecture me on the deal, and that he had been generous in letting me go earlier. My trespassing made me look ungrateful for his compassion. Even as scared as I was, my ass was still sore, and I knew I had been assaulted, so I didn't quite get his thinking he had been compassionate with me. However, I was too scared to realize that since they hadn't caught any contraband on me, that I was actually free to go and that I could probably get them both into serious trouble. Again, I beg for mercy and promised to leave with my mother and not return until given permission. Mr. Wallace seemed to push the fact that I could be arrested for trespassing by returning to the store during my ban. He made a big deal about the signage in the store stating the fact that persons within the premise who had been banned could be arrested for trespassing. Again, I was shaking so badly, that I couldn't realize that none of that would probably happen. However, I didn't want to get my mom involved in ANY of this. Just about that time, some film canisters arrived and Mr. Wallace seemed to cheer up. He told me to sit down until he was ready to deal with me. He went into an adjacent room and fiddled with some machines. In a few seconds, I heard some whirring and the far wall lit up. I guess Mr. Wallace had a system that allowed him to review his security tapes. Mr. Wallace returned, moved over next to me and said that I would enjoy this. I was so happy to not be suffering his scolding I started to relax a bit. Then I saw the subject of this tape. It was my strip search!!! The film playing on the other side of the wall was focused on me, as I removed pieces of my clothing and handed them to a person off camera. The quality was very good and you couldn't mistake who was the star of the show! The film was unedited, so you could see me hesitate now and then, but eventually there I was standing with my hands behind my head and showing everything I had to the camera! I even turned around, spread my legs and bent over to show my virgin (at the time) rosebud to the camera. While the show was playing, Mr. Wallace was giving me a commentary about how nice I looked on film and that I could be a porno star, etc. etc. I was mortified. It was one thing for him to have a polaroid of me, but now he had all of me, face included, on video! As I had said, I am not used to nudity in any form. I barely had a playboy magazine growing up. I had also had my privacy at home since I was about 11, so nobody had seen me naked since then. Being the nude star of a movie mortified me!! Mr. Wallace then went back to the projector room, and changed reels. The next reel showed me milling about his office in the nude. The film then focused on my face and showed me giving Mr. Wallace a blow job. Again, it was unedited, so there was hesitation and you could tell I didn't know what I was doing. However, I am sure that could be edited away with little effort. The film then showed me walking over to the desk, bending over and showing my ass to the camera. How did he get the camera to focus on me?! The GUARD!!! He didn't' check on the other guys, but went to operate the camera!! HE had watched my entire deflowering!!! My emotions were all over the place! I was mortified to see that Mr. Wallace had a film of me and my rape, but to realize that the guard had watched the entire thing added to my degradation! No wonder he had that knowing look when he returned with my clothes! I refocused on the scene in front of me and saw a large, uncut cock push into my ass and a suited body begin to fuck me slowly. I did notice that the film had my entire body from my toes to my head at times, but never showed the face of Mr. Wallace. I almost immediately realized the implications! If the film got out, I was easily identifiable, but Mr. Wallace was not. I guess someone could say it was his suit, but the suit, while expensive, wasn't that distinct so it probably wouldn't get much traction. I was brought out of my thoughts when Mr. Wallace put his big hand on my thigh. He gave it a playful squeeze, and asked if I was enjoying the show. I almost peed my pants I was so confused and embarrassed. Not only had Mr. Wallace raped me, but he had a very high-quality film of the event to review over and over again. He did mention that it was the unedited version, but it showed everything he liked. Of course, the edited version would have me "willingly" taking off my clothes, "freely" walking about his office, and "of my own accord" swallowing his uncut cock. Imagine what my mom would think of me after seeing this film! Just as I was coming to grips with what had happened to me earlier that day, I had an entirely new set of circumstances to contend with. I had to get hold of that film!!! How can I do that? Even if I made a mad dash to the projector room, I wouldn't be able to get the film and get out of the room before Mr. Wallace or the guard grabbed me. I would also be stealing store property again!! I was totally at the mercy of these men!! Mr. Wallace started to laugh and said for me to calm down. The film was for his enjoyment, unless I decided to try and make any trouble for him. I understood the unspoken threat. I was still shaking and was desperately trying to figure out how I was going to get out of Mr. Wallace's office, and how I was going to get out of this pickle and keep my mom from discovering the truth!My Mom!!! I am sure she is looking for me in the store!! With a cracking voice, I begged Mr. Wallace to let me go and meet with my mom before she called the cops!! That must have jolted him out of his reverie, as he said of course. He stood up, beckoned me to the door and escorted me to the store. I was trying to walk fast to get some separation from him, but he put his hand on my shoulder to keep me close. As we reached the end of the hall that contained the office, and entered the store, I heard my mom call for me. I answered and she came over with a very red face. Before she could give me an earful, Mr. Wallace intervened and apologized for keeping me. He said that we were discussing me doing some general work at his house. My Mom looked at Mr. Wallace and immediately succumbed to his charm. After a little back and forth, it was decided that I "could" do some odd jobs for Mr. Wallace, and that I could ride my bike to his house and start this weekend. I was very stoic as I didn't want my mom to learn what actually transpired, but inside I was petrified. Mr. Wallace owned me now! He even had my mom's permission!! During the week, I began to calm down a bit. I hadn't slept well the few nights following my shopping adventure, but as the week wore on, I was able to get some semblance of my life in order. A couple days later, I ran into my friends who were upset that I hadn't joined them in the squad car. I really wish I had joined them, but I said that since the store was unable to find anything on me, they couldn't press charges. I did mention that they tried to get me to admit to being the lookout, but I weathered that threat. I also assured them that I didn't say ANYTHING about them, what they had taken or whether or not they had done it before. They were still upset with me, but bought my story. Their story was uneventful, other than they had a trip to the police station where their parents were called, etc. etc. I was thinking how lightly they had gotten off and they were thinking the same of me-little did they know. Saturday Morning arrived and my mom reminded me of my job with Mr. Wallace. My friends weren't looking to hang out with me yet, and I really didn't have a choice, so I got up, took a shower, dressed and rode my bike to Mr. Wallace's house. It was about 9 am when I arrived. Mr. Wallace didn't live that far from me, maybe a couple miles, but the neighborhood was much, much nicer. His house was at the end of a small side street, which afforded a lot of privacy. The house was HUGE!! I knocked on the door and Mr. Wallace answered wearing nothing but an expensive robe. This was really the first time I could notice him. He really was a classically good-looking man, especially for his age. He had a nicely shaped face, well-groomed hair and he looked like he took care of himself. Even his bare feet were perfectly shaped groomed. For some reason, I kept staring at his feet. I was mesmerized by them, but it was probably that I didn't want to look Mr. Wallace in the eyes. Mr. Wallace beckoned me into the house and said he was happy I was prompt. I walked into a nice entry foyer as he closed the door. Once the door was closed, he instructed me to strip off all of my clothing. As nervous as I was, I was even more scared to be naked in his house. Who else was there?! What was going to happen?! Before I could think another thought, a firmer command for me to strip naked was given. His commanding voice, along with the fact that I didn't really have a choice, caused me to obey. I took off my shirt, shoes, pants and underwear and folded them up nicely. As I stood there, totally naked, with my clothes in my arms, Mr. Wallace proffered a store bag and told me to place my clothes in the bag. Having no choice, I did as I was instructed. He thanked me and escorted me into the house. He gave me a quick tour of the house, but I was so out of it, I can't remember much. I do remember his hands running up and down my back and chest as he directed me to look in different directions and to guide me into another room. At times, he had me walk a couple feet in front of him so he would watch my butt cheeks as I walked. Knowing that he was ogling my naked body as I walked around his house was quite demeaning. The fact that I had to let him touch me wherever he wished was also a bit disheartening. I could only guess what was to come next. After what seemed like hours, he guided me into a recreation room. I guess today you would call it a man cave. There was a nice, plush leather couch at one end that he proceeded to walk to and sit down. At this point, his robe opened up a bit and I got to see what he looked like. Again, he was a classically good-looking man! He was squarely built and about 220 lbs. But he didn't look like one of those guys that should be about 180 and let himself go. He was well proportioned, with muscular legs and a fit chest. He did have a little belly, but even that looked appropriate! As he opened his legs, I got my first full view of his tackle. He had nice, hairy balls about twice the size of mine. On his balls floated his uncut cock. It was chubbing a little, but not hard. His cock looked just over 3 inches long, with a well-formed head hidden by a nicely fitted foreskin. I was getting even more intimidated by the fact that not only did Mr. Wallace have me by the balls, but he was a very good looking, and powerful man. He probably would have been able to manipulate me into this position without my "alleged" transgression. He was one of those guys who life favored in every way. He was handsome, rich, powerful and used to getting what he wanted. I wasn't dumb enough to not realize that right now, I was what he wanted. I just stood there, naked under his stare. He noticed that I looked at his cock, and body. He also realized that I didn't find him lacking. He gave me a smirk and told me that I should get to work. He looked down at his cock and I realized what he meant. I walked between his legs, knelt down and picked up his cock. Slowly, I retracted his foreskin to look at his cock head. Even IT was perfectly shaped as it glistened in the morning light. Mr. Wallace cleared his throat telling me to get busy. I slowly lowered my mouth over his naked cock head and just as I was about to put his penis in my mouth I was told to lick the cock head. I reached out my tongue and licked his cock as I would an ice-cream cone. He squirmed a little when I did that, but I kept at it. After a minute or two, I was sticking the entire head into my mouth and giving it a thorough tongue bath. By this point, Mr. Wallace was fully hard and his cock at its full 7 inches. The cock head was really fat, so I had to really open my mouth to just get it in. After a few minutes, I was going up and down on him like a cheap whore. My ministrations were not going unappreciated by Mr. Wallace. This went on for about 5-10 minutes, when I noticed his cock getting a bit more rigid and filling my mouth even more. I heard a "harrummphhh" just as Mr. Wallace pushed his cock all the way to the back of my mouth and began to ejaculate down my throat. This was it. I had just given my first full blow job! The first two large blasts went down my throat, but he pulled back a bit and the last blast and subsequent oozing landed right on my tongue. Mr. Wallace told me to suck out the remaining jism from his cock, which I did my best to do. He then pulled out and squeeze his hand from the base to the tip to get the last bit out. He had me stick out my tongue and wiped the dribble on my tongue. I had to leave my tongue out for a minute so he could see me with cum on it. After he let me reclaim my tongue, I had to swallow all the remaining cum. I didn't find the taste too offending. I loved eating raw oysters and the taste and consistency were similar. It even had a touch of saltiness which also reminded me of eating raw oysters. Now that I had satisfied him, I thought Mr. Wallace would let me go, but that was not going to happen. Mr. Wallace lay back and relaxed a bit, I am sure enjoying his afterglow. I remained on my knees and watched as his cock slowly shrank and his foreskin slowly recover his cock head. His cock head was a little redder now, I guess from the blood that engorged his cock while he shot in my mouth. After a few minutes, Mr. Wallace sat up, closed his rob and stood up. He told me to follow him, which I did. We went to his bedroom whereupon he proceeded to get dressed. He donned a nice golf shirt, kakis and Wenjuns. He looked like the CEO going on a golf weekend. He took me to the back of his house and outdoors. I hesitated at the back door, but he gave me a stern look that said hurry up. As I said, his house was at the end of the street, so I hoped his back yard was private. I couldn't believe he would take me out, naked, if it wasn't. We walked through his back yard and toward the back end of the yard. I did notice the late morning chill on my naked skin, as well as the warmth from the sunlight after we passed from under the shadow of the large house. The grass was still damp from the morning dew and made my feet wet and cold. As mentally beaten as I was, my anxiety started to go up again. We walked through the back of the yard and into a section of trees toward a neighbor's house. The feeling of utter helplessness I had in the strip search room when the guard took my clothes returned in spades!! I was walking totally naked to a stranger's house and my clothes were locked somewhere in Mr. Wallace's house! As we walked out from the cover of the trees and into an open yard, Mr. Wallace didn't seem to be in a hurry to get to the next house. I was hoping to run along and hurry things up, but I didn't know where we were going. Finally! We walked up onto the back deck of a neighbor's house and Mr. Wallace knocked on the door. He forced me in front of him and in front of the back door as he stepped back. Before I realized it, he had walked down the steps and was walking back to his house. Just then, the back door opened and an much older gentleman greeted me with a little surprise and a hearty hello. He stepped out and ushered me into his house before someone noticed me. I was caught between running back to Mr. Wallace's house and getting in from being outside before someone saw me naked. I was not an exhibitionist, and didn't like to be naked in front of anyone. I had no idea who this older man was, and felt trapped in his house. Like Mr. Wallace, he had a very nice house, but the grandeur was lost on me at the moment. Sensing my trepidation, the man gave a chuckle and gave my naked body a nice visual inspection. He made no apologies for leering at me as he took me in. He gave a chuckle and told me I was in a predicament-like I needed him to tell me that! He reached out his wrinkly hands and had me turn around a bit. Leaving one hand on my shoulder, he caressed down my back and gave a prolonged massage to my butt cheeks. He even wedged his hand into my ass crack as he kneaded each single cheek. He then bent over a bit as he squeezed his hand between my legs to feel my inner thighs. As scared as I was about my situation, his caressing of my butt and inner thighs was making my body react in the usual way. Just then he spun me around to repeat the process down my front. He held me by my shoulder as he rubbed his other hand down my chest, caressing each nipple, then down my sides, belly and finally fondling my cock and balls. He was humming an old song as he did his ministrations. I was petrified and had to allow this old geezer to enjoy my body. As he fondled my cock and balls, I started to sprout a nice erection. This elated the old man to no end. Using my shoulder as a handle, he ushered me farther into his house and up to his bedroom. He had me bend over the bed so that my torso was on the bed and my ass was sticking up in the air. He spread my legs and admired the view of my ass which was totally open to his gaze. He gave a nice whistle and proceeded to caress me again. Then he licked my ass, right over my asshole! I thought the act was quite gross, and couldn't figure out how to register the feelings I was having as he gave my ass a tongue washing. Again, I had to catalog a whole host of new emotions and feelings. He ran his hands all up and down my inner thighs, the back of his fingers barely touching my balls. Finally, he ran his thumbs down my ass crack and circled my anus. He used his thumbs to spread my cheeks and moved in his head to get a closer look. "Yesiree! You are a looker!" "Why were you on my back porch, naked?" I was unable to answer. What do you say? I was ushered here by your neighbor? Who by the way still has all my clothes?! The old man continued to knead my butt and ogle my anus. I had no idea who this man was, or really where I was? I was on a totally different street, so I had no idea of what address I was located. I was confident I could find Mr. Wallace's house, but I was naked and alone. What was I going to do?! About that time, the old man said that I may as well pay some rent while I was there. He had me turn around and follow him to a chair. He undid his belt, and lowered his pants and underwear. He kicked them off, sat down and had me kneel between his knees. By this time, I had a good idea of what was required of me. I bent down and took his penis into my mouth. Like Mr. Wallace, he was uncut, but he was much smaller in the endowment area. I would say about 5 inches totally hard-even though that wasn't as quickly attained at his age. He did have much larger balls and his pubic hair was so long it was actually in the way. He also had a much heavier musky smell about him. When I peeled back his foreskin, there was (as I later learned the name) smegma on his cock head. I almost threw up when I put it into my mouth, but it dissolved and was quickly swallowed. I gave the man the best blow job I could-after all I was in his house. However, it was only my second effort so I can't say I did a great job. He seemed to enjoy it, and after about 10 minutes, I was rewarded with a mouthful of his cum. Unlike Mr. Wallace, he didn't push to the back of my head but came right in my mouth. I had a hard time keeping up with the slow gusher, and had to keep swallowing but still some went up my nose. His cock shriveled up right after he came, but he had me suck him dry. His musky smell was in my mouth, up my nose and all over my face. Every time I breathed in, I could smell him. I just stayed where I was, wondering how the heck I wound up here! He had me stand up and bend over so he could look at my ass again. He continued to kneed me and spread my cheeks until he got bored. At this point, he just stood up, got dressed and told me to leave. LEAVE?! I looked at him imploringly, but he just waved his wrinkly hand and said to go back to where I came from! Again, I was almost in tears! What the hell was I to do. I was ushered to the back door and sent on my way. Once outside, I looked to see how clear I was before I made a mad dash for Mr. Wallace's house. I sprinted to the trees that were along their property line where I stopped to see the surroundings. I was breathing hard due to my sprint and being so nervous and I could smell the old man in every pant I made. As miserable as I was, I realized I couldn't stay there. I moved to the edge of the trees and check the area. The coast was clear, so I made a made sprint to Mr. Wallace's back door. It was locked! Oh hell, oh hell, what to do now?! Here I was, totally naked, and in someone else's yard! How the hell did I get into this predicament?! Not knowing what to do, I checked some windows, but they were well secured. I slowly crept up the back steps to the deck. I was certain that someone could see me, but I had no other choice. As stealthily as I could, I made my way to the sliding glass doors that opened to his deck that fortunately were not locked! I opened one and quickly entered Mr. Wallace's house. As I was closing the doors, I heard Mr. Wallace's voice. He chuckled and exclaimed "What do we have here?! Just as I turned around to yell at him, I saw not only Mr. Wallace, but 4-5 other gentlemen with him. I was naked, had just entered Mr. Wallace's house and 5 men were there watching me do it. For all I knew, they thought I was some perverted naked burglar. I tried to talk, to chastise Mr. Wallace for leaving me at his neighbor's house, but all I got out was some guttural syllables and a stammer or two. By this time, Mr. Wallace walked up to me, grabbed me by the shoulder and ushered me into the middle of the room. As I was ushered in, the men encircled me. Mr. Wallace then mentioned to everyone in the room that he has had trouble recently with someone coming into his house and vandalizing it. I guess this one thought the house would be empty today. That was his mistake!All the men had me surrounded. I was totally unable to speak. What was happening?! Mr. Wallace then interjected that we should have some fun with this intruder. Intruder?! I yelled out that I was no intruder, but Mr. Wallace pointed to a stocky man and said that this was officer Fahy and that he witnessed me breaking into his house. I tried to say something, but the officer walked up to me and started to recite the Miranda warning to me. Mr. Fahy was at least six feet tall and very solidly built. Unlike Mr. Wallace, Mr. Fahy was solid from a lifetime of doing heavy work. He had a stout face, on top of a brickhouse solid body and muscled arms that went down to a chubby hand that he was pointing in my face as he towered over me. When he finished, he said that I should remain silent if I knew what was best. Being caught naked by the police, and accused of breaking and entering! I just nodded at the officer and stood there, dumbfounded. Mr. Wallace asked the group what they thought we should do with the little imp that broke into his house. Mr. Fahy said that today's youth needs to be disciplined. We were out of control and need a good spanking. He then roughly grabbed me by my arm, and dragged me over to an armless chair. Like Mr. Wallace, Mr. Fahy was much bigger and stronger than I was, and there was not much I could do to prevent him from manhandling me. I was totally unable to defend myself, but I wouldn't have been able to put up much resistance as Mr. Fahy's forearm was the same size as my leg! His hand easily wrapped around my bicep as he maneuvered me into position. He sat down, threw me over his knee and locked my legs under his. In this position, my ass was facing the crowd of older men that gathered to witness the scene. Whap! A big, hairy hand mad contact with my left butt cheek. I tried to straighten up after my mind registered the pain, but his other arm held me down, firmly. Mr. Fahy was very strong, and easily controlled my movements. Whap! A big hand landed on my right butt cheek. Again, I struggled to get away from further punishment. I was a little more forceful this time, so Mr. Fahy had to put his hand on my sore ass to help stabilize me. At this point, all my struggling did was to manipulate my ass cheeks to open up and give the gallery a fine view of my anus. Mr. Fahy's actions helped to open my ass cheeks to open me up further. As soon as I stopped struggling and hand came down on my left cheek again. As my ass became more sensitized, I started to cry from the repeated spanking. I was trying to be a man, but my emotions finally got the better of me. I was naked, being spanked by an angry Irish cop in front of a gallery of other men I didn't know. The public humiliation would be bad enough, but the spanking HURT! Whap!! Another swat. Whap! Whap! Whap! I was totally out of my mind when Mr. Fahy finally stopped abusing my butt. I couldn't control my breathing, and sobbing. When he finished abusing my ass, he massaged my butt cheeks, again allowing everyone else in the room ample viewing of my asshole. Someone commented on how red my cheeks were as MR. Sneed finished his kneading. He stood me up, and told me that he hoped I learned my lesson. Someone took a towel and wiped my face. I am sure I was a sight, crying eyes, running nose, etc. The crying didn't relieve me of the smell of the neighbors cum, but that was the least of my worries at the moment. While my face was being wiped, I noticed a lot of hands on my body. The men were inspecting me. With the towel on my face, I couldn't tell who was touching where, but that didn't matter much. A few hands roughly handled my cock and another set were tugging at my balls. At the same time, someone was pinching my nipples to the point where I struggled to get away. At this point, the person wiping my face threw down the towel and called me ungrateful for trying to help me. I didn't want him to think me ungrateful, but just as I was about to apologize, my nipples were indelicately pinched again. Just as I was about to try to escape the nipple pinching, whoever was tugging at my balls gave a hard pull. Instead of moving backward, I bent forward at the pain. Mr. Wallace announced that in lieu of pressing charges for B&E, and possible vandalism, that I should be the side entertainment during the poker game. This announcement provided my body with a slight reprieve as the men all look toward Mr. Wallace. I was too out of it to understand. "Poker game?" The group agreed that the idea sounded like a nice bargain. "Bargain?!" Mr. Wallace told the group to continue to get to know me, while he got up and burglar proofed his house. He went to some console and turned on his burglar alarm that also secured all the windows and doors. While he did this, I felt multiple sets of hands exploring my body. Two different hands were tweaking my nipples, a rough set of hands was rubbing up and down my body, another set was manipulating my cock and balls while still another was opening my butt cheeks. The sensory overload was too much for me and I just stood there and let them do what they wanted with me. I had no clothes, I had no way out of the house and I had no idea of how I was going to get through this. Finally, everyone stopped fondling me when Mr. Wallace returned into the room. He announced that I would be the side entertainment for the game. As he was talking, the other men started setting up a poker table and divvying up chips, etc. I was escorted by Mr. Wallace back to a bedroom with a queen bed in the middle. I was told to scrub up in the en suite shower and when I was finished to sit on the bed and wait. Being totally compliant at this point, I did was I was told. Mr. Wallace supervised my shower and ensured that I meticulously cleaned myself up, especially my sore butt, face and feet. Once satisfied, he left me to dry off and wait. The men started playing in the other room while I sat on the bed, naked and beaten. I probably sat on the bed for about 45 minutes before a Mr. Newsome came into my room. He leered at me for a few minutes then told me to lie back on the bed. I did so, and Mr. Newsome gave me a thorough visual and hand inspection. He started at my feet where he rubbed them, looked at my toes, between my toes and up my legs. He had me pull back my knees so that I was totally open for him. He then rubbed down my inner thighs, circling around my anus and even rubbing a finger across my opening a few times. With my legs open like that, it was easy for him to reach out and give my nuts a tussle. He then had me sit on the edge of the bed. He walked in front of me and dropped his pants and underwear to expose a circumcised, average cock. His cock was about 6 inches, cut and thin in circumference. I took his cock in my mouth and started to blow him as best I could. After the first two, I figured I was a pro by now. Mr. Newsome face fucked me for about 10 minutes before ramming his cock down my throat and shooting his load. Having finally gotten the old man's cum scent out of my mouth, I appreciated not having to taste this load. When he was finished, He pulled up his pants, tussled my hair and said see you later as he left the room. I guess a couple hands later a Mr. Clark entered the room. Mr. Clark was about 70 years old, but in good shape. He looked like an every-grandpa, with a disarming smile and close cropped white hair. He had me stand in front of him so he could look at me at his leisure. Neither his eyes, or his hands, miss a millimeter of my body. He also had me lie down so he could inspect my feet. (What is it with old men and feet?) He kept mumbling about how smooth my skin was, and loved the fact that I didn't have much hair. He had me help him remove his clothes and was eventually as naked as I was. His body looked old to me at the time, but he was a typical 70-year-old, healthy man. He wasn't fat, but he didn't have well defined muscle tone either. He was rather hairy all over his body, but it was mostly gray and thin hair. Like the old man in the other house, he had very long pubic hair that almost completely hid his balls from my view. Like Mr. Wallace, Mr. Clark was uncut, but his cock was rather long. Mr. Clark skinned back his foreskin, as his cock started to come to attention. He had me lie down on the bed where he joined me. He then proceeded to fondle and kiss me all over. He even kissed me on the lips and used his tongue. I had barely kissed a girl at this point and now I was being French kissed by someone's grandfather! His hands rubbing my body had the usual effect of getting me erect so he began to jack me off. He told me to do the same with him which I did hoping I could get out of giving another blow job. Unfortunately, after a few minutes, Mr. Clark changed positions and we sixty-nined each other. When his mouth went over my cock, I was overwhelmed with pleasure-for once! I hadn't had anyone blow me, and this was the first anyone had even tried to give me pleasure. Since he was being so nice, I tried to pay extra attention to his cock. Unfortunately, he was so big that I could only get so much in my mouth. Mr. Clark continued to orally pleasure me and, despite my defeated emotions, I came in his mouth. Mr. Clark let me finish shooting into his mouth, whereupon he changed back to kissing me. He was on top of me and kissing me again. As his tongue entered my mouth, it also allowed my cum to transfer from his mouth to mine. I couldn't get out from under him and had to let him feed me my own cum. While I shouldn't have minded tasting my own cum, having it fed to me from another's mouth was very weird. When I had accepted all my cum, Mr. Clark then spun around again feeding me his cock. I tried to blow him as best as I could, but eventually he took control of matters. He started face-fucking me with that long cock. Since my head was against the mattress, I couldn't move my head to buffer the invading cock. I could feel his cock sliding down my throat as I felt his pubic hairs on my nose and face. I was having trouble breathing, but made due when he withdrew his cock for a second or two. It is funny how your body will adjust to almost anything to stay alive. After about 5 minutes, I felt his cock go down my throat and start to pulsate as he shot his load down my esophagus. He lay there for a second or two until my squirming to get him off so I could breathe got his attention. Mr. Clark climbed off of me and thanked me for a nice time. He said that I was the only person who could take his cock down their throat. I was thinking that I didn't really have a choice in the matter, but just shook my head. By now, my lips were getting a bit chapped from giving so many blow jobs and my throat was getting sore, so that I didn't walk to talk any more than I had to. Mr. Clark got dressed and rejoined the game. The next player to come into the bedroom was a Mr. Grant. Mr. Grant owned a plumbing repair company and had the blue collar build of a tradesman. He didn't do much other than run the business, but he was still solidly built from working hard when he was younger. I would guess he was about 60 or so, about 5-11 and 200 lbs. While he was clean shaven, he had the face of someone who was outdoors a lot. Mr. Grant, while intrigued, didn't seem to be comfortable with what was going on. However, he wasn't going to let the opportunity to get his rocks off pass him by. He instructed me to get him hard. I basically sat on the bed, took his belt buckle and undid his trousers. He really didn't want me seeing him, so he had me close my eyes as he directed his cock into my mouth. I felt a fat, probably cut cock enter my mouth. Mr. Grant rapidly face fucked me until he shot his load, after which he immediately zipped up and left the room. He said he would see me later-Later?!-and rejoined the game. Mr. Fahy was the next man in the room. He looked at me and asked how I was doing. He kept calling me nipper and giving me compliments on my body. He took his time in looked me over. I took the time to look him over as well. He had a very Irish face, by that I mean, he had a lighter complexion, with rosy cheeks. He chatted me up a bit as he undressed. Like I said, he was more heavy set, but he didn't look fat. Even when he was unwrapped, he looked quite fit. He was definitely stocky, with a good smattering of body hair and a HUGE set of balls under an uncut cock. His balls must have been the size of chicken eggs! As he walked, they would swing with his leg movements. Calling me "nipper" he told me to suck him until he was hard. By this point, I figured I would be doing everyone, so I obliged him. When I pulled back his foreskin, I was met with the reddest cock head, which was also HUGE. He had a big piss slit at least a half inch long, on a huge head that quickly tapered down to a slightly larger than average shaft-at this point I was an expert on the male anatomy!! I could barely fit his cockhead into my mouth. He chided me about teeth, and then let me get to work. As I worked on his cock, it grew even bigger!! As I was starting to have trouble getting it into my mouth he chuckled and said "not to worry, Nipper." "I know what we need to do" At this point, he told me to like down on my belly. He stuck a pillow under my waist and moved on top of me. I have no idea how I didn't see this coming, but as soon as I felt some Vaseline on my ass, I realized what was about to happen. Mr. Fahy was slowly opening me up, but I was petrified that he was going to stick that huge cock up my ass. I started to fidget, but a quick slap to my right butt cheek stopped that! I was still sensitized from my earlier spanking, so I stopped moving and allowed Mr. Fahy to slowly work his fat fingers into my ass. After it seems like his entire hand was up my ass, he changed positions and slowly, and quite gently, inserted his cock up my rectum. I was amazed at how easily it went in. I hurt a little, but mostly I just had a full feeling. Mr. Fahy, started slowly, but built up to a nice pace as he enjoyed being the second person to fuck me. While he was on me, he started gently chewing on my ear, then tongue fucking my ear. For some reason, I not only let him do this, but having him entering me in two places made me feel like I was totally his! As I paid attention to his tongue fucking of my ear, his body tensed up and he shot his load up my ass. We lay like that for a few minutes, before Mr. Fahy climbed off me and picked me up. He carried me into the en suite bathroom where he had me wash him. I lathered up his body, making sure I washed every inch of him. I scrubbed his chubby feet, getting in between his toes and making sure the soles were scrubbed. I worked my way up his strong legs and gave his huge balls extra attention. By the time I got to his underarms, he was erect again. He told me to give him a quick blow job before he left. By this time, I was actually enjoying being with this strong man so I quickly obliged him. He took a while to cum, but I was rewarded with a mouthful of tasty Irish Cream to finish our session off. I dried him, helped him dress and then dried myself off and waited. He left me naked, but satisfied. Even though I had shot a load, I had a hard on the entire time I was in the shower with Mr. Fahy. For the first time today, I allowed myself to enjoy my experience. The last man to visit me was Mr. Morris. Mr. Morris was the odd man in the group. Even though he was older, I could tell he was never an athlete, even when he was younger. He had a cute face, but a flabby body. He entered the room and stripped naked right away. He had what seemed like a double belly. He had the main section-the part we called the Dunlop-as in it done lopped over your belt. Today they call it a muffin belly. He also had a smaller, lower belly that seemed to absorb his cock. When he walked up to me, all I could see of his cock was the circumcised cock head. I had to reach out and dig the rest of his cock out from his lower belly. By turning my head sideways, I was able to get my mouth on him and slowly blow him. His cock grew from the attention, but it never made more than 4-5 inches. He barely got to full mast before he shot a large load into my mouth. I was glad he was quick, but he had nasty tasting cum. I swallowed it as fast as I could, but the taste lingered in my mouth. This was the second time I had the taste of unpleasant cum in my mouth. Once he was pleasured, Mr. Morris quickly dressed and left. Eventually, Mr. Wallace came to get me. I was told to return to the main room where the game was wrapping up. Everyone tipped me a few dollars for my entertainment. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically. As the men exited the house, they all came by to tell me goodbye and shake my cock. At this point, I just let them have their fun. When everyone had left, Mr Wallace had me help clean up, still naked, and then put away the poker table. When I was done with the cleanup, Mr. Wallace gave me twenty dollars for the "odd job work." He handed me a bag with my clothes in them and told me to get dressed and go home. Thankfully, I dressed as Mr. Wallace watched. I pocketed my pay, and my tips and got on my bike to ride home. I had to fart on the way, but I realized what it was and held it until I reached home. When I arrived home, my mom wasn't there. I went upstairs to shower and wash away my day. I cleaned out Mr. Fahy's cum and cleaned myself up. I was so tired by that time, that I could barely stay away until bed time. At dinner, my mom said that Mr. Wallace called and complimented me on my work ethic. He also said he had some other jobs for me, but would call when he wanted me. I thought "wanted me?! Crap!" Mom was excited that I had entered the work life and that I had made such a good impression on a successful businessman. She lectured me on keeping in Mr. Wallace's good graces as he could help me get into a nice university when the time came. That would be three years from now!!!