Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2017 18:01:18 -0400 (EDT) From: Freddy E. Subject: My Rushed Physical Exam, Part 5 My Rushed Physical Exam, Chapter 5: Opa just wants to have fun By Cresive School was finally out! It was a great time of year as it was late Spring, a time when it was still cool at night but warm during the day. The earth was sprouting and everything felt fresh and exciting. I was spending my days riding my bike and enjoying my freedom. I had a Summer job, but it wouldn't begin for a couple weeks, and I wanted to make sure I utilized my time off to the maximal advantage. I felt that carefree life you lose after you reach the age of suffrage. I celebrated this day by riding my bike to the river with my friends. We had a great day, fishing in the morning, and swimming in the afternoon. By the time I arrived home, I was exhausted from the day. I went inside, cleaned up and came downstairs for dinner. Even my mom and dad were in good moods. My brother was still away at college so it was just the three of us. We discussed recent events, I explained my plans for the Summer, or lack thereof, and my even my parents were okay with my lack of production. I guess they were enjoying my youthful joys, at least vicariously. The phone rang and when my mom answered it, she gave me a look. I couldn't think of what I could have done wrong, so I just returned her look with a look of inquiry. She said, ?That will be fine, tomorrow at 9:00, then." She hung up the phone and returned to the table with dessert. She said that that was Mr. Wallace and he wanted me to work at his house tomorrow. What?! I tried to hide my shock, but even my dad noticed. I covered by saying that I was a bit upset that I lost a day of freedom, but I would be happy to work and earn some extra money for college. That seemed to appease both their concern for me and their concern for my work ethic. After dinner, we cleaned up and, being exhausted, I said good night and went to my room. As I lay down on my bed, I tried to organize my thoughts. I had enjoyed my sexual experience with Mr. Fahy, especially the second time. He was very gentle and I hadn't made love with anyone before, or since, so I still felt that the experience was special. However, I didn't want to be gay, or lead a gay life, so a few days after my time with Mr. Fahy I began having contradictory thoughts. Finally, I resolved to lead a heterosexual lifestyle--at least as defined for one who is 15 years old. Since that night with Mr. Fahy, my plan was working fine. That is, I didn't have any sexual experiences. When I did masturbate, I thought of boobs and getting to know what women felt like. Now, I was supposed to report to Mr. Wallace which meant that I would be in for another long day of sexual exploits. However, as much as I was dreading what may happen, I was so tired that I finally fell off to a restless sleep. I had dreams of being naked out in public and everyone laughing and taking pictures of me. As usual in such dreams I could do nothing to prevent my total exposure. I couldn't go to a restaurant without my naked body being plastered all over the TV screens as the news reported about my sexuality, as if it was public concern. People would look at me, back to the TV screen where I was splayed out, and then back at me as if they were comparing the two images. My final dream was about a judge who sentenced me to a public castration and I woke up in a sweat just before the executioner was about to cut off my balls. I was exhausted from having such fitful sleep, but I wasn't about to go back to sleep so the executioner could finish his task. I decided to go ahead and get ready so that I could take my time riding my bike to Mr. Wallace's house. I showered, and put on my best underwear, shorts and shoes, etc. I was a bit chilled during my ride, but I knew I would be warm soon enough, once the sun was a little higher in the sky. I saw Mrs. Wallace leaving the house just as I was arriving. She saw me riding down the road, but didn't pay me much attention. When I arrived at Mr. Wallace's house, I parked my bike and rang his doorbell. Like before, he answered the door in his expensive and comfortable-looking bath robe. Also like before, I my eyes looked down and where I caught myself staring at his bare feet. I was too humbled to look him in the eye, and in looking down, I could help but to gape. Like his manicured hands, his feet were impeccably maintained, somewhat fatter and hairier than mine. I marveled at how they moved with his body motions. I was fascinated with how his toes would point up as he began to step back to allow me entry. I was snapped out of my hypnotized state when Mr. Wallace told me to enter the house and remove all my clothing. I didn't get a tour of the house this time, but was marched into the den. Mr. Wallace sat in a chair and had me walk up to him so he could examine me, up close and personal. This was old hat for me, so I walked right up to him and allowed him to direct the show. He seemed pleased with my package. He gave my penis a good going over, moving it this way and that with his well-manicured fingers. When he was satisfied with my penis, he inspected my balls, and even practiced his testicular cancer screening. He took special notice of my sparse pubic hair and even lifted my balls to inspect my taint. He chuckled when he realized I didn't have hair on m balls yet. He expressed his happiness that I hadn't grown much more hair at all, and especially no more than in my pubic region. He had me turn around and bend over to make sure I hadn't grown any hair around my anus. Using both hands, he spread my butt cheeks to give him the ideal view of my backside. Satisfied that I was still bald there, he gave me a slap on my butt and told me to turn around. I still hated to be so exposed, but Mr. Wallace had seen me plenty, so that tempered my innate bashfulness. When I turned around, Mr. Wallace started to masturbate me until I got a little stiffer. He then examined my piss slit and took in the shape and color of my circumcised cock head. Feeling satisfied, and having ensured that I knew exactly where I stood in our relationship, he moved to the couch, opened his robe and told me to get to work. Resigned to my fate, I walked between his legs, knelt down and looked at Mr. Wallace's tackle. Being a fully mature man, he was much hairier than I. However, he wasn't a bear. In fact, it seemed that God gave him the ideal balance of hair all over his body. He actually looked better unwrapped than he did in a suit, and I had to admit, he was very handsome in his suit. I wanted to reach up and run my hands through his chest and belly hair, but instead I reached out and started to massage his growing cock. The tip of his cockhead was just peeking out from beneath his foreskin, so I gave his piss slit a curious viewing before I skinned back his foreskin and gave his cockhead a tongue bath. Following instructions, I then moved his cock up to his belly and licked his hairy balls. Even his balls were an ideal size! They were about half the size of a small chicken egg. Mr. Wallace really did win the gene pool!! I took each ball into my mouth and carefully washed each with my tongue. Mr. Wallace opened his legs and I licked his taint, as I worked my way back to his 7-inch cock. By now his cock head was at full turgor and I could barely fit it into my mouth. With careful precision, I did take in his cock and proceeded to move my head up and down his shaft. His cock was silky smooth, but with a hard core to it. He didn't taste bad at all, and even had a pleasant aroma to him. Mr. Wallace put his hands on the side of my head and stuck two fingers in my ears to gently direct my movements as a conductor would an orchestra. After about 10 minutes his cock grew even stiffer, and his cock head grew even bigger. It swelled so, that I doubt I could have extracted it from my mouth if I wanted to. I wouldn't have the choice as Mr. Wallace removed his fingers from my ears, placed his hands on the back of my head and forced his penis down my throat. Just as I felt his cock head go past my tonsils, I felt his penis start to pulse as he sent his seed down my esophagus and directly to my stomach. He must have been looking forward to my visit, as he was full of cum. I could tell Mr. Wallace was sending several large loads of cum down my throat that I would not have been able to accommodate had he pulled out and cum into my mouth. As his orgasm waned, he pulled out partially and shot his last, albeit smaller loads into my mouth. I was happy that I could breathe, but now I had the mans seed in my mouth. It didn't taste that bad, but I had resolved that I was straight, and straight me don't eat another man?s cum!!! Mr. Wallace directed me to make sure to suck all the semen out of his deflating cock. I used my hand to squeegee the last bit of cum out of Mr. Wallace's cock before he slipped it from my mouth. I swallowed the last bits of Mr. Wallace as I was told to get up and follow him into his bedroom. Like the last time, I watched him dress in kakis, a golf shirt and weejuns. As before, he looked like someone who was ready to pose on the cover of CEO Quarterly. When he was perfectly coiffed, he walked up to me and directed me toward his garage. I figured he was going somewhere and was going to send me on my way. I couldn't have been more relieved--or more totally wrong! He put a towel down on the car passenger seat and told me to get in. Remembering my last adventure, I moved back a bit and thought about running back into the house. He stepped forward, grabbed me by the arm and directed me into the car. Feeling helpless, I got in and he shut the door. As he walked to the driver's side of his Mercedes, I thought that at least I wouldn't be walking naked around the neighborhood. I was a bit frantic of where I was going, and how far away from my clothes I would be taken, but I sat in the car and resigned myself to endure what was coming. Mr. Wallace placed his hand on my thigh in such a way that his fingers grazed my cock and balls as he reached around me to get my safety belt. "Safety First!" he said as he buckled me in and started the car. We drove away from his house, and my clothes, and to another man's house about five miles away. I say five miles because it only took us about 7 minutes to get there and we were on the same side of town. We pulled into a nice house, in a fairly affluent area. Instead of pulling into the open garage, Mr. Wallace parallel parked at the curb and told me to get out. Slowly, I undid my seatbelt and maneuvered my way out of the car. I moved so slowly that by the time that I was out, Mr. Wallace was on my side and ushered me casually to the house. I was a bit frantic and kept looking around to make sure nobody saw us as we walked in the front yard. This amused Mr. Wallace to no end. I don't know if he was amused at my fretful state of nudity in public, or if he was thinking of what was to come that was far worse. I hadn't been to this neighborhood, and I couldn't get my bearings, for what good that would do. I didn't care, I just wanted to get into the house and away from any neighbor?s curious eyes. Mr. Wallace rang the doorbell and mumbled some small talk to me as we waited for the home owner to answer the door. The thought of being on the front portico naked to the world still frightened me. Unlike Mr. Wallace's place, this house was on a regular street and anyone could have driven by. The houses were nice, but closer together, so anyone could have walked out and had a nice view of my semi-adult life. I was wishing the door to open for what seemed like 10 minutes, but was probably 1-2. Fortunately, my ordeal came to an end as a Mr. Clark open the door. Instead of rushing us in, he looked at Mr. Wallace and they exchanged handshakes, a few platitudes and were just about to reminisce when Mr. Wallace introduced ?our game host? for the day. Game host?! Mr. Clark gave me a nice, and comprehensive visual inspection. I was hoping from one foot to the other unilaterally trying to rush this along which seemed please both men. I guess they were enjoying my turmoil at being naked out in public. Not wanting to see their fun end, Mr. Clark asked me to slowly turn a 360 so he could see what he was getting. Begrudgingly, I did what I was told in the hopes that we could go inside if I did. Mr. Clark decided that I did my spin too quickly and made me do another. He commented to Mr. Wallace that I was a looker and how he liked my tiny ass and how my body moved in space. He also expressed his joy at my lack of body hair. Deciding that I would suffice, he invited us into his house. Mr. Clark had a nice house, that was a little nicer that Mr. Fahy's, but nowhere near as nice as Mr. Wallace's. Mr. Clark grabbed me by my arm, and directed me to his kitchen. Here I found snacks, a few cheese and meat trays as well as soft drinks and mixers. Placing his hands on my sides he turned me this way and that as he explained what my duties were. Apparently, I was to be the waiter for the men's card game today. Expecting mostly the same gang as last time, I figured I could handle things. I was even shown how to mix a few highball drinks so I could bartend as well. Satisfied that I could handle things, he turned me around and had me get on my knees. Knowing what was coming, I didn't even flinch when Mr. Clark opened his zipper and extracted an average cut cock. Mr. Clark wasn't as imposing as Mr. Wallace or Mr. Fahy. He was probably about 60 years old, maybe 5-9 with weight appropriate to his height. He had a short haircut, and his hair was gray and thinning on top. He was well dressed, and his cock was clean as I took it into my mouth. It took a couple minutes to get him to come to full mast, but once there he didn't waste any time face fucking me. I would have been hurt if he was more endowed, but I could fit him into my mouth with only a little banging on my tonsils. Sooner than later, Mr. Clark was shooting into the back of my mouth. Fortunately, he didn't have a gallon of cum, because he was chastising me about not getting his pants messy. He had almond-tasting cum and once my mouth was full, I swallowed him down. I sucked his waning cock dry as he pulled out of my mouth and replaced his cock into his pants. He had me stand and guided me to his back deck where he had a hot tub. Now in the seventies, especially on the east coast, having a hot tub was a BIG deal. I hadn't even seen one before, although I did know what they were. He opened the top and had me get in. The water was rather hot, but I had been chilly since we left Mr. Wallace's house. It was still early Spring and the mornings were cold. They were even colder if you a small, thin and naked. My legs tingled a bit as I got used to the hot water, but I was starting to enjoy myself. I hadn't thought I would ever be in a hot tub! I was told to remain in the tub until Mr. Clark returned. At first, I thought ?no problem!? but after a short while, I was feeling quite light headed. Not wanting to get into trouble, I stayed in the tub, but I did find seats that allowed more and more of my body to be out of the water. By the time Mr. Clark returned, I was sitting in waist deep water, but he wasn't annoyed. I was told to get out, whereupon Mr. Clark took a towel and dried off my body. Of course, he paid special attention to my genitals and ass. I figured he would, but I still resented the familiarity with which he handled my body. I was escorted back into the house and was greeted by the poker group. I was totally off base when I thought it would be the same men as before. I was greeted by 5-6 men of which I knew only Mr. Wallace. I did recognize Father Lewis and perhaps one other, but the rest were total strangers. All eyes were on me, with a few questioning glances at Mr. Clark who waved off any queries. I could tell a few of the men were not expecting a naked teenager at their game. I allowed myself to be guided into the room and introduced to the poker group. Mr. Clark announced that I would be serving the group during the game. I was trained to fix simple highball drinks, and would get whatever they asked for in the kitchen. I was then marched up to Mr. Wallace and introduced. Mr. Wallace reached out and grabbed my penis, looked at it a second or two gave it a squeeze and then shook it as he said "nice to meet you." Even as obtuse as I was back then, I knew he was setting the stage for the rest of the gang to do the same. I was then introduced to Father Lewis. Father Lewis was the local catholic priest and I only recognized him because he was on TV once for some charity work his church conducted. He was from Britain so he had a nice British accent. He was about five feet ten, and somewhat athletic looking for a man in his seventies. He had that aura that only priests seem to have. I don't know how to give it justice, and I don't have the words to describe the aura, but you know what I mean. His complexion was very clean, and wholesome looking. He was clean shaven, but I could tell he had a thick beard if he didn't stay on top of it. He also had a smile that could disarm Stalin! As his face was in full smile, Father Lewis reached out and took hold of my penis. His hands were old, but he obviously hadn't done much hard labor in his life. Like Mr. Wallace, his hands were well manicured and even beautiful looking. I made the mistake of looking at his attractive hand as he fingered me. He had a very meaty, square-shaped thumb that totally fascinated me. Watching as his hand took hold of my penis made my knees weaken a bit. I immediately started to really chub up as he did so. I couldn't help it. I hated being naked in front of these men, but if I had to be sexually assaulted, at least the men were handsome, powerful and civic leaders. Father Lewis gave my penis a good squeeze as he shook me hello. He said that I look to be the entertaining waiter and he looked forward to having me serve him. His penis manipulations had its effects on me and I started to harden in earnest. Someone in the crowd made some religious remark about the laying on of hands and my erection, but I was too young to catch the joke. Before Father Lewis passed me along, he reached down and gave a fondle to my hanging balls. He remarked that they were nice and warm for a cold day. His hands were cold, and I jumped a bit, but didn't stop him from fondling me. I next met Mr. Akin. He was a doppelganger for Dakin Matthews (in his younger years, say during the 90s). He had the same soft, porcelain-like complexion, smooth skin and thinning hair as Dakin Matthews. I was taken in by his healthy complexion and was a bit surprised by how eagerly he grabbed my now erect cock. He pulled me closer to him by my cock and gave me a kiss on my lips. Mr. Clark semi-encouraged him, but said to hold on so that I could be introduced to the remaining players. I looked down to see Mr. Akin's smooth hand release my cock and reach to give me a slap on my ass as I turned to meet Mr. Bowe. He said he couldn't resist my pouty lips--Pouty? I guess my lips were a bit red and puffy after Mr. Wallace and Clark's blowjobs. Mr. Bowe was a dentist and I knew his son. I hadn't met Mr. Bowe, but I recognized him from some advertisements around town. He had short-cropped hair, around a bald pate and today reminds me of Sonny Purdue. Mr. Bowe gave me a quick dickshake before holding my cock straight up to look at my piss slit. He pinched my cock head to open my slit before giving me a couple quick jerks. I was then introduced to Mr. Kircher. Mr. Kircher was the odd man of the group. He was from Germany and still had the German Accent when he talked. He had a rosy face and cute chipmunk cheeks that gave him the look of a kindly old German Grandfather. He was rounder than the other gentlemen, but he carried it well. He had on shorts, and I got a nice look at his knees. I have no idea why, but I thought he had handsome knees. Only having access to his face and knees felt erotic to me. Considering that I had literally nothing to hide from him, the thought struck me funny. I had a quick chuckle to myself before coming back to reality. Mr. Kircher reached out a chubby, blonde-hair covered hand and began a casual fondling of my penis and balls. He was forceful, but gentle as he let his hand really get to know my cock and balls. The contrast of his plump fingers as they wrestled with my hard cock wasn't lost on any of the group. One person even commented on how his fingers compared favorably to my cock. Being so exposed, and being fondled by this German Opa was quite disturbing. However, it was also quite stimulating. I almost shot right in front of everyone as his chubby hands were fondling me. Even in front of the crowd, I would have let Mr. Kircher fondle me all day. When he finally let go of my cock, the men began teasing me about how straight up my cock stood and how straight down my balls hung. I just stood there and accepted their teasing. What else could I do?! After a few moments of teasing, the game was called and the men sat down. I was sent to get drinks as the men set up the table for their game. As things settled in, I was made to stand near the table and await orders as the men played. As I was getting a sherry for Father Lewis, I felt a strong tug on my balls by Mr. Clark. It hurt, but it surprised me more than anything. I had barely served Father Lewis and only managed to move my hand before I spilled some of his sherry on the table. I bent over at the hip as I turned to face Mr. Clark. He gave my balls another tug and then a squeeze as he ordered me to bring in some munchies for the game. I couldn't get out of his reach fast enough as I walked to the kitchen and returned with some snacks. I made sure to avoid nearing Mr. Clark and went to Mr. Akins side of the table. This wasn't a good strategy, because as I approached the table, Mr. Akin ran his hand up my inner thigh and flicked my balls. Again, I was more surprised than hurt at his actions, and I couldn't really move without making a mess that I knew I would be punished for. Therefore, I just stood there andvlet him have his fun. Seeing that I didn't move emboldened Mr. Akin. He stuck his hand right up my crotch and even worked his thumb into my ass. When his turn to bet came around, he left his thumb in my ass and wiggled it a bit as he checked. Moving his thumb up my ass caused me to wiggle my cock left and right a bit which didn't go unnoticed. I had no idea of what I could do. If I backed up and away from the table, I would insert his finger farther up my ass. My predicament was not lost on Mr. Wallace who eyed me with great intrigue. Father Lewis turned to look at Mr. Akins thumb up my ass and gave a small chuckle. Hearing his chortle made me realize that having Mr. Akin's thumb up my ass was one thing but to have the other men laugh at my situation was really demeaning. Finally, Mr. Akin removed his thumb and had me get him a paper towel. I ran to the kitchen to get away and to fill my order. When I was rushing back, Mr. Wallace grabbed my balls and pulled me to him. He spun me around, took a sheet of the paper towel I was bringing to Mr. Akin and cleaned up my ass. Again, as demeaning as this was, it was totally humiliating to have this done in front of everyone. He told me to stand up and continue bringing the towel to Mr. Akin. When he was done, I took both towels to the trash. As I returned to the table, Mr. Clark again grabbed me by my balls. He pulled me toward him and snickered as he explained that he had me soak in the tub just so my balls would hang low for the game. I was wondering why they were hanging down, as they usually are quite tight to my body, especially when I have been forced to be naked in front of other people. Even when I had my physical exam, Dr. Brown had to warm my balls just to examine them. Knowing my balls would be hanging free for more abuse, made me feel even more vulnerable for the rest of the day. Fortunately, I was only grabbed a few more times before the men lost interest in the game. As the men grew a little more bored with the card game, I soon became part of the winnings. A set of chips were labelled and turned upside down as they were mixed in the bank. If you were lucky enough to win the pot with a special chip, you could have me do a number of tasks. Most of the men kept the chips and tried to win more without losing their special chips. The first person to cash in a special chip was Father Lewis. He wanted to take a break and turned in the first chip that had me as a prize. He reached out and grabbed my balls as He slid his chair out. He then used them as a leash to walk me into one of the bed rooms. As I was having flashbacks to my last poker game, Father Lewis began to remove his collar. He told me to sit on the bed while he got comfortable. When he was naked, he turned to me and leered. As he stood before me, I took in his body. His body was nicely shaped, but old. He was also quite hairy. Unlike my description of the other men, if Father Lewis was a heftier man I WOULD say he was a bear. I am not a hairy body fan, but Father Lewis didn't look bad. In fact, the hairy body seem to go with the British Accent. Being English, he was of course intact and his cock dropped down between his legs and over his balls. His cock hung straight down, with a slight bulbous head covered by and exact-fitting foreskin. I hoped he didn't grow much when excited, as he was already at least 8.5 inches! He saw my wide-eyed expression as said not to worry. He had lost the chip that allowed him to fuck me. The chip he did win allowed him to explore my body but not to fuck me. I was relieved as Father Brown sat down on the bed and had me lie down next to him. He started at my feet and slowly caressed my entire body. He marveled at my nicely formed toes, and soft soles. He commented that I didn't have the bumps and scars so many of the boys my age had. He then rubbed up my hairless legs making sure not to miss a single millimeter of my body. He had me raise my knee as he rubbed down both the front and back of my leg to my crotch. His excitement was rather obvious by this point as he turned and poked my hip with his hard cock. His cockhead was partially exposed, but still hiding in his foreskin like Puxatony Phil on a sunny ground hog day. He was smearing a bit of precum on me, but we both enjoyed that feeling. For some reason, having a naked priest ogling and fondling me was wrong, but exciting at the same time. This was decades before the Catholic Church scandal, and I didn't know if I should be scared, excited or repulsed, but I had to let him do what he wanted if I ever wanted my clothes back. Father Lewis took his time and enjoyed exploring me. He massaged my balls, and took his time rubbing up and down my cock. He wasn't jacking me off, but he was having the same effect. Before he let me cum, he ran his hands through my sparse pubic hair which also felt so erotic to have a septuagenarian man of the cloth looking at me that way. He rubbed up my belly and paid special attention to my tits. I didn't think I had sensitive tits, but his attentions almost made me cum. They definitely shot bolts of electricity through my body! Eventually, he stood up and as he said a prayer, he placed his penis in my mouth. He didn't fuck my face as others had done, but expected me to get him off. I was glad about that, since he did in fact grow a bit. I have no idea how big he finally grew, but I was sure it would have killed me if he had inserted it into any of my orifices. I suckled the head of his cock and was soon rewarded with gallons of Catholic Cum. Father Lewis spouted at least two mouthfuls (and I mean full mouths!!) of cum. I had to swallow several times, and that was before I suckled him dry. I was on my side, so what I didn't swallow when up my nose--and a LOT went up my nose. Fortunately, Father Lewis smelled/tasted nice. He had an almost vanilla, mixed with old spice, flavor to him. I say fortunately, because I had his scent in me for the rest of the day. After he shot his load, he blessed me and turned around to get dressed. I noticed his shapely ass. It was old and hairy but Father Lewis must exercise as his ass was nicely formed. His pucker winked at me from behind a den of hair when he bent down to get his underwear. I laughed as I finally saw someone else?s ass for once. Father Lewis seemed to not mind, and finished getting dressed. He exited the room, leaving me to my thoughts and the smell of his cum. I was soon called back into the room where I was told to clean up some empties and replenish the drinks. After completing my job, Mr. Akin stood up and approached me with a poker chip. Knowing full well what that meant, I followed him to a different bedroom. As I sat on the bed, Mr. Akin disrobed exposing a body that was almost as hairless as mine. Mr. Akin had that white complexion of someone who, even if he was out in the sun a lot, wouldn't really tan. This gave him a milky-white complexion that made him look much younger than he was. He was a bit pudgy and his tits hung down, but I wouldn't call him unattractive. I was beginning to notice that older men's tits didn't retain that defined look of guys my age. Again, it wasn't unattractive and seemed to fit with the age group. When he donned nothing but his smile, he walked up to me and gave me a hug. He then started to French kiss me as our cocks danced between us. He chuckled when he mentioned that my mouth tasted like cum and asked if that was Father Lewis. As mortified as I was, I had to admit that yes it was. He laughed and said he knew how to fix that. Like me he was cut, but his cock had much more girth compared to mine, especially his cock head which was also much more robust. His endowment wasn't huge, but his cock grew wider the farther from his body you went, culminating in a huge cock head that was wine-colored. His cock and balls extended out from the only hair on his body. He looked like a wider version of me, hairless except for his pubic hair, and his white-skinned cock stood out in stark contrast to the black pubic hair. My pubic hair was much lighter, so the contrast was not so great on me. As we kissed, I could feel his cock engorge and eventually he was poking me in my belly. He then had me like on my back with my head hanging off the side of the bed. Without a preamble, he walked up to me and inserted his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I hadn't even thought this position was possible and was trying to figure out what was happening when I felt his cock going into and out of my throat and mouth. I was getting a bit frightened, but couldn't think of a plan to extricate myself out from under Mr. Akin's assault on me. It seemed like he took forever before I felt him stiffen up a bit and shoot down my throat. He had a large load as well, although only half that of Father Lewis. He managed to get it all down my throat and only had a dribble or two fall into my mouth. As soon as he removed his penis from my mouth, I turned over and swallowed the remaining cum. Mr. Akin didn't taste bad, but I was getting full and tired of the taste of cum. About this time, I realized that I had skipped breakfast and was living on a diet of men's ejaculate. Mr. Akin had me clean off a few drops of cum that dribbled out of his cock before he got dressed. I couldn't help but notice that his cock head was bright red as he massaged the last of his cum out. Again, the bright color was in contrast to his pale complexion. Mr. Akin gave a satisfied sigh, and proceeded to get dressed. I sat on the edge of the bed as my mind roiled and tried to make sense of the day. We both returned to the game room as Mr. Akin caressed my butt with his hand. He gave me a quick peck on my even puffier lips and said his goodbyes to the gang. I didn't hear what else was said as I went into the kitchen for some crackers to settle my stomach and dilute the cum taste. I was able to get the taste off my tongue, but could still smell Father Lewis when I inhaled. I returned to the game room just as Mr. Kircher was standing up. He said his goodbyes and thanked Mr. Clark for a nice time. Mr. Wallace and Clark both stood up and we all walked Mr. Kircher to the door. When the door was opened, I tried to step back, but Mr. Wallace pushed me forward and into the arms of Mr. Kircher. I expected a hug and then to be released, but Mr. Kircher kept his hand on my back and directed me out the door. I kept trying to hold back, but Mr. Wallace said goodbye to both of us. I froze at the edge of the portico steps. What the hell was going on?! I was rewarded with a hard slap on my ass by Mr. Kircher. With his German Accent, I had a hard time understanding him as he excitedly started to yell at me. Soon, Mr. Wallace announced that I was won fair and square and that I was Mr. Kircher's now. Mr. Kirchers??! I was summarily marched, stark naked, to Mr. Kircher's car. He was parked a bit farther down the road and the extra distance was not lost on me as I struggled with my [lack of] options. Not wanting to be outside for longer than I had to, I quickly jumped into his car, hoping for a full explanation. Mr. Wallace and Clark went inside and closed the door without looking back. Mr. Kircher got in and started the car. My entire soul collapsed as the car started to move. I was naked, in the car of a total stranger, my clothes were at one man's house who just allowed the stranger to drive off with me from a third man's house and I had no idea of where I was heading. I watched Mr. Clark's house disappear in the mirror as my mind went blank. I was awakened from my funk by Mr. Kircher's fat hand on my cock. He was casually alternating massaging my cock and balls and rubbing my leg. He gave my leg a light slap with his hand and began to massage my thigh. He was talking to me, but between his accent and my terror, I literally could not understand a word he said. We drove for about 45 min, which put us way out of town! I figured the next time my mom would see me was on the side of a milk carton. After a long while, we drove down a country road until we pulled up to a nice country house, in a group of about 5 houses. The five houses were the only ones for miles. We parked on the street and got out of the car. After the empty streets at Mr. Clark's house, I assumed that it had been arranged for nobody to be there as I hadn't been caught naked outside yet. Again, I was wrong. As I straightened up, I looked around and the neighborhood was totally alive. Just as I was stepping away from the car, two kids rode up on bicycles and started laughing at my nudity. One toe-headed blonde said something in German and the girl who was riding beside him started to giggle, all the while taking in the view of my cock and balls. I was too startled to cover myself, even when one of their mothers came up to chastise them. She took a prolonged gander at me and then asked Mr. Kircher something in German. He answered in German and she seemed satisfied. About this time, the girl asked something, again in German, and Mr. Kircher assented. She then dropped her bike and tentatively walked up to me and reached out to feel my penis. Just before I was about to step back and slap her hand way, Mr. Kircher said that he had given her permission to take a closer look. I had to stand there on the street as a girl examined my naked body while her friend and mother watched. The boy giggled again and without asking joined the girl. They both took a good look at my cock and balls (which were still hanging down from the hot tub). The girls carefully reached out and touched my cock. When it moved slightly she shrieked and stepped back. The boy, emboldened by his friend's hysteria, reached out and grabbed me rather roughly. I flinched as he tugged on my penis, but he let go and went back to his bike. They both rode off and left me with the two adults, and a slowly growing penis. The two adults chatted a minute before Mr. Kircher said, "auf wieder sehen" and escorted me to his house. It was a small house compared to all the other's I have visited in this story, but it was well organized and well kept. Around the house were pictures of his family, both in the US and in the old country. He welcomed me in, gave me a coke and told me to relax while he took a shower. I sat in a kitchen chair while Mr. Kircher washed. He quickly returned, naked, and drying off his hair. He had the fattest cock I have ever seen, resting on two very large balls. His cock didn't look that long, but it was very wide. He was hairy, but it was strawberry blonde and thin, so you would think he was hairless from a distance. He had a belly that hung down and you could see where it would flop over his belt if he had on clothes. He motioned for me to follow him so I did. This allowed me to see his big butt as he walked into his bedroom. I wouldn't say he waddle, but he was a large bodied man, and he looked huge to a 14-year old, wrestler. He told me to wash up in the shower. When I was cleaning up, I realized how dirty I had become after spilling drinks and spreads down my front. When I thought I was clean, I stopped the shower, only to have Mr. Kircher open the curtain to ensure I did a good job. He was very thorough and even spent a good deal of time examining my anus. I soon realized why, as he inserted an enema tube up my ass and started to fill me up with fluid. It took a few minutes to register what was going on, and by the time I started to feel full and crampy, Mr. Kircher had explained what he was doing. Having never had an enema before, I as a bit intrigued. Since we were alone, and I figured I was in for something going up my ass, I wasn't too vexed. I could handle being alone with another man. In fact, I always wondered what an enema entailed, so I let Mr. Kircher do his work. I soon found out as I was starting to cramp a bit. Mr. Kircher massaged my butt cheeks and when he removed the enema tube reached around and massaged my belly a bit. I had to remain bent over for about 5 minutes before I was escorted to the toilet and told to release everything. Man! Did I release! I was very embarrassed to have Mr. Kircher watch me clean out my bowels, but I couldn't have waited a second longer. We repeated the enema 3 more times, before Mr. Kircher decided I was clean. I did another quick rinse before Mr. Kircher allowed me to step from the shower and allow him to dry me. Like Mr. Clark, he was very liberal with where he dried but the assumed familiarity didn't seem so bad with Mr. Kircher. Once I was dried sufficiently, I was escorted to a "play room." There was a bed there, but it had very sturdy posts at each corner. I was told to like down in a spread-eagle fashion. Since I had already resigned myself to being on a milk carton by the end of the evening, I did what I was told. Summarily, my legs and arms were tied to keep me in that position. What follows will be my best recollection of events. I start with that caveat, because my recollection will not do my experience justice. This was my first introduction to full blown domination/submission and I was too young to truly grasp the nuances and subtleties of the lifestyle. As I said, I will do my best to describe what happened, but forgive my shortcomings as a writer. Once I was secured, Mr. Kircher examined his work and my body. He took his time to visually inspect me again, before he began to caress me with his chubby fingers. He lightly ran his fingers up and down my inner thighs to my feet. When I say lightly, I mean angelic soft! I struggled to actually feel his fingers touch me. He did the same with the soles of my feet. He had a hypnotist's touch! I vacillated between enjoying the caress and missing him touching me. At times, I was confused as to whether or not he was making contact, only to realize he hadn't stopped caressing me. Painfully slow, he made his way up my legs, around my crotch and repeated his attentions on my naked belly. Like before, I had a hard time recognizing when he was caressing me, and when he had barely removed his finger from my body. By this point, I had closed my eyes and surrendered myself to my Opa. When he reached my nipples, I almost came as he moved them around like to turgid erasers. He somehow managed to use his chubby fingers to caress my areolas without touching my actual nipples. He repeated the same tender touch as he ministered to my underarms and inner arm. Years later, I would read about subspace--that ethereal state that subs enter when playing with their dominant partners. However, at the time, I didn't have a word for being lost in my surreal fugue. I was lost in my thoughts, such as they were, while Mr. Kircher played with my earthly body. What little consciousness I had allowed me to realize that Mr. Kircher had yet to come near my cock and balls. He was really taking his time and enjoying my body while my thoughts were elsewhere/everywhere. I was taken out of my Elysian state as Mr. Kircher inserted something up my ass. It didn't hurt, but new sensations did awaken me, slightly, from my fugue. Soon, Mr. Kircher resumed his ministrations and I was lost in Elysium again. I was once again alerted when a larger item was inserted in my anus, but by this time, I barely noticed and quickly returned to my dream like existence. I hadn't noticed that Mr. Kircher never stopped caressing me when he changed the items that were inserted into my rectum. I also noticed that someone was paying attention to my cock and balls, but the attention was so subtle that I could barely feel it. What seemed like seconds later, I was aroused when I was moved sideways and with my legs off the side of the bed. I had no idea when I was untied, and struggle to remember anything from the last few moments. I wasn't asleep, but I couldn't tell you anything about the lost time. Before I could register the new events, my legs were placed on Mr. Kircher's shoulders as his large penis entered my ass. I was so relaxed that he slipped right in. He humped me like a mad bull as I was coming out of my stupor. He was really giving it to me, but I was too stuporous to have put up much of a defense had I wanted to. As I was coming back into reality, I looked up and saw a determined, albeit cherubic face looking down on me. I soon saw his body shudder as he emptied his balls into my rectum. I couldn't feel how large a load he deposited, but I could tell it was substantial. He pumped into me a few more times before carefully removing his large penis. He quickly closed my legs and rolled me onto my belly so I didn't leak any of his cum from my ass. As he rolled me over, I got a quick glimpse of what looked like a Foster's beer can between his legs. I was thinking that I was glad I was semi-conscious when he inserted that log into my ass. I was also struck by the fear that I would never be able to close my ass after that assault. Fortunately, I was able to get my ass to close after a few minutes of Mr. Kircher massaging my butt. He was very gentle and loving as he continued to look and caress over my body. He got up and put on a pair of house pants, just before two boys ran into the room. The boys were about my age, probably a year or two younger. I tried to cover my naked body as Mr. Kircher laughed. "Liebste Kleine, you have nothing to hide from these two!" "They have seen all of you, already." When I looked at him, confused, he went on to explain that he had allowed them to insert the objects into my ass and fondle me while I was in my stupor. They were his grandsons and he was teaching them of my biology. The two boys looked at me, but acted as though they expected me to be there and to be naked, so they turned to their Opa and asked him some questions in German. I just sat there as he kindly replied and sent them on their way. He chuckled and said that they wanted to know if they could fuck me as well. He told them next time, and smiled as they were dismissed. It took me some time to realize that I had not only had my most surreal sexual experience, but that multiple men/boys had taken me there and had enjoyed my body while I was out of it. I was wavering between trying to process my unique sexual encounter with Mr. Kircher and trying to process how my body was manipulated and enjoyed by multiple people while I was too out of it to notice or defend myself. Mr. Kircher sent me a long after the two boys, still naked, while he straightened out the room. I learned two things that day: 1: These people had a totally different moral outlook when it comes to sex and nudity, and 2: These people were fastidious in keeping their life ordered and clean. Not knowing what else to do, I followed his instructions. I walked out of the room, cognizant that I had a huge load of cum in my ass. The two boys met me in the hall and, taking my hands, took me into the back yard to entertain ourselves. We ran into a group of a few more boys and a couple of girls of varying ages. I couldn't cover myself as the grandkids were holding both of my hands. The two boys introduced me as their grandfather's "Spielsache" which seemed to satisfy the extent of their curiosity as to who the new, naked person was. Everyone gave my body a quick perusal, and a couple of the boys pointed out that my cock was missing its foreskin, but nothing more came of my nudity. We played some version of tag for about 3O minutes while Mr. Kircher straightened up. I could make up a story about how I was always tagged on my cock, etc. but basically, we just played. I guess having a naked playmate was not a new experience for these kids. I was aware that I had a load of cum up my ass as I ran around, but other than that, our game was uneventful. However, I never forgot that I was naked and that anyone could see everything about me as I ran around. I am sure some of the kids got a good look as I was running about and my cock and balls swinging all around. Mr. Kircher called me to the house and we made our way to his car. He put down a towel on his seat, and told me to get in. He had redressed in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. He had on sandals and I noticed he had short, chubby feet. His legs and feet looked like the legs and feet he should have at his age and weight. However, he was very clean and well kept. He may have been old and chubby, but he was definitely aware of his body and kept it as organized as his house. Once inside and belted in, Mr. Kircher reached over and ruffled my hair. He thanked me for a nice time and said he hoped to win me again in the future. Sitting there, naked and with a load of his cum in my ass, I tried to reply with something resembling English. My mind was too busy trying to sort through my emotions, and even to try to figure out what happened to my lost time. I used that moment to look at the car clock. I was hoping it was broken, because if it was correct, I had been in Mr. Kircher's bed for four hours!!! I had dreamed away an entire half day while an old German man took his pleasure with me. Not only that, but had let his young grandkids use me as a learning model for sex. As you can imagine, I just looked at him and mumbled some vowels. I was returned to Mr. Clark's house. As before, he took his time before he answered the door. This made me stand on his porch, totally naked for the world to view, until he opened the door. When he did, he asked Mr. Kircher if he had enjoyed his winnings, to which he just chuckled and said he would definitely return to play power again next week if he was invited. Mr. Clark looked me over and told Mr. Kircher that I was a one-time grand prize and that he hoped he had enjoyed the pleasure. We were still on the porch while they chatted and I was growing more agitated, wanting to get in from prying eyes and the chill that was starting to set in. Being naked, you are much more sensitive to such changes in ambient temperature. Mr. Kircher noticed I was getting antsy and after giving me a nice squeeze on my shoulder told me to go on inside. Mr. Clark moved aside so I could go in. Mr. Clark said to wait for him in the foyer and to NOT sit down. I walked in, waited for him to send Mr. Kircher on his way and return to me. When he came in, he looked at me an inquired as to how good the sex was. Stupefied, I tried to answer something indirect, but was queried in a more specific manner. I was trying to figure out what happened myself, and really struggled to answer Mr. Clark's question. I did admit that we had sex and that Mr. Kircher had fucked my ass. I also had to reply that yes, his load was still in my ass. This made Mr. Clark almost giddy and he inquired further. I don't know if he wanted to figure out Mr. Kircher's sexual proclivities, or if he just enjoyed twisting the knife into my psyche. Either way, I had to recount, to the best of my abilities, how Mr. Kircher had showered, cleaned me out, then proceeded to caress me until he put his penis into my ass and fuck me. I had to describe how Mr. Kircher positioned me, how his body moved as he drove in and out of me. I even had to describe just how large Mr. Kircher cock was! After what seemed like hours of this inquisition. Mr. Clark phoned Mr. Wallace and informed him of my return. He then led me into his kitchen and bent me over the counter. Even a simpleton could predict what happened next. Mr. Clark pried open my butt cheeks to see what my anus looked like. He commented that I was a bit red, but not too worse for wear. I was worried that some of Mr. Kirher's cum would leak out, but Mr. Clark let go of my butt cheeks and stepped back. I soon felt Mr. Clark's penis enter my rectum as he proceeded to give me a hurried fuck. He was nowhere the size of Mr. Kircher, and Mr. Kircher had prepared me for a fucking, so I didn't feel much. I did feel a bit squishy down there, but MR. Clark didn't seem to mind the sloppy seconds. After a while, MR. Clark came and added his load to Mr. Kircher's. He pulled out, gave me left cheek a smack and told me to wait on the front stoop for Mr. Wallace. I was spent, and resigned to my fate, so I went out front and sat on the steps, still naked but with two loads of cum in my ass. Dusk was settling in on the neighborhood, so I wasn't too conspicuous-at least until Mr. Clark turned on the front porch light. Very soon, Mr. Wallace drove up, parked and stepped out of his car. He walked up to me, took me by the hand and slowly walked me to his car. He also asked about my time with Mr. Kircher. Both men seemed obsessed with Mr. Kircher's technique and endowment. I started to realize that he was not part of the usual poker crowd. I had no idea the root cause of their interest, and I didn't really want to bother. Being anxious to get out of sight, I answered as quickly and accurately as I could. Not wanting me to mess up his car, Mr. Wallace when to the trunk and pulled out my clothes. He didn't give me a towel or anything to clean up, just my clothes. He handed them to me as watched me get dressed in Mr. Clark's front yard. I quickly donned my clothes and Mr. Wallace drove me to his house with instructions to remain silent on our activities. I didn't want anyone to know ANYTHING about what had happened to me, so I agreed to remain mum. Satisfied, Mr. Wallace said that he would require me to work a party at his house. I was told he would clear it with my mom and also that I should plan to stay the night, since I will be working a long day. Figuring I had no choice in the matter anyway, I noted the time and date and that I needed to be prompt, as always. I rode back to my house and tried to walk up to the front door without giving away that I had an ass full of cum. When I walked in, my mom greeted me and asked about my day. I told her that I did some odd jobs and helped Mr. Wallace set up for a poker game. My mom didn't want me to gamble and I assured her that I helped set up and clean up, but I was not included in the actual game. Game?! If she only knew. I did say that I was tired from two active days and worked my way up the stairs the best I could. I quickly went to the bathroom to expel the cum up my ass. I didn't mind Mr. Kircher's, but the thought of having Mr. Clark inside me made me ill. For some reason, I had a dislike for Mr. Clark. I know that sounds funny, but He didn?t strike me as someone I wanted in my body. Therefore, expelling him felt good. Fortunately, I didn't leak to badly on my way home and was able to clean up quickly. I took a shower, and went to sleep trying my best to recall the time I spent at Mr. Kircher's house. Hopefully, I would remember in my dreams. Fortunately, those were the thoughts that filled my head as I drifted off to dreamland.