Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 02:46:58 +0000 From: Ant-boy Subject: Went Looking, cpt 8 Went Looking A homoerotic tale,not for the faint of heart, by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk [Watersports, S&M, group] {Please help to support Nifty and keep somewhere for me to archive these efforts} http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter Eight Almost before I knew it my wrists had been disconnected from my ankles, my body had been taken off the table, turned round to stand between his legs as my coloured abuser lay himself down to replace me though without being trussed up like a chicken, with my hands fastened behind my neck and my ankles to the table legs. I say, my body, as to tell truth I've no idea how or by whom I was rearranged, certainly my brain had no input into the arrangement. 'Now clean me off,' one hand grabbed my hair and the other my neck to bring my face down to his piss soaked black body where my tongue thrust out without requiring orders to lick at his chest and stomach and suck at his nipples when his hands moved my head and thereby my mouth to cover them. My arse cheeks were pulled apart roughly and I was expecting to feel another cock violate the abused hole but instead felt warm breath, a gentle finger stroking down the crack and then, to my amazement, a wet soft hot item it took me a moment to realise was a tongue. It licked and the related mouth sucked at the lips of my sore arse slurping at the leaking contents for a while before I felt the face push closer between my cheeks and the tongue wriggle its way through the entrance to suck harder. It made me feel sore and soothed at the same time and I'm sure I could have stood it for ages but all of a sudden everything was pulled back apart from the hands on my arse cheeks that gripped them even tighter the same time as my hair was gripped to raise my licking mouth from the wet black body it had been cleaning. 'I want to see you feel this,' he said in his deep voice, white teeth gleaming in a half smile, half smirk, that I didn't really understand. Well! Not for the second that it took for my senses to catch up with reality and then I screamed. The cock fucking my poor arse earlier had been quite large, well it seemed so to me, stretched me open and ploughed me deep. But there had been some give in its hardness while what was now driving inside me without a care felt like a bar of steel. It may not have been as broad, was definitely longer and, Christ, just wouldn't stop violating me. Every thrust pulled right back, sometimes actually out, then rammed back in with force. My upper body had pulled away from the hand holding my hair and was arching back without a care for any hair loss but that only gave my first abuser an opportunity to reapply himself to my nipples which he did with gusto. A hand slapped at my face, 'Open your eyes boy and look at me.' I looked down. 'Is he hurting you more than I did?' I nodded with clenched teeth and streaming eyes. 'Should he stop?' I shook my head. Crazy! Crazy! Every thrust was double agony, first as it forced past the internal sphincter and then as it landed, os so deep, inside me. But I had another hard erection being bashed, with my bruised balls, against the table edge and they, at any rate, were enjoying every moment of the abuse. 'Do you want more?' A grunted Yes was all I could manage which resulted in the belt that had been laying across my back almost without my notice was now looped round my neck to pull my head tightly down toward a pair of dark lips and those glinting white teeth. 'Are you sure?' I could no longer see his eyes but knew he was enjoying every moment and merely met his open mouth with my own in reply. The belt was pulled tighter round my neck making it difficult to breath but even so our tongues met and entwined as they fought against each other and our spit sloped from one mouth to the other. Body fluids of one type or another were falling on my back, being transferred to my hair and face, that solid rod was driving in and out and my balls were bursting when somebody ducked between my legs and applied a tight hot wet pair of lips to my thrashing engorged cock and that was all it took to set me on fire. My body bucked against the contact of his tongue with the tender tip of my cock, pulling away from the torture yet wanting it to become more fully engaged when the decision was taken out of my hands. The involuntary jerking back of my body had merely forced that steel like rod deeper inside my poor defenceless arse and with his next thrust my own cock was rammed straight down the throat before it whether that was expected or not. That did it, I couldn't take any more. The feeling of that hot tight home for my cock and the lips still clenching down the base of my shaft and my balls overflowed and gave up their load. It was agony and ecstasy all at one and the same time. My arse cheeks were flexing and clenching, pulling at the item so deeply embedded which in turn gave up the fight and flooded my tender gut with stream after stream of hot, almost burning, steaming man juice. My head was pulled even closer and my mouth attacked almost as forcefully by the black lips and pink tongue beneath it even as I could feel him unleash yet another hot sticky load where his cock was squashed between our stomachs. Breathing was near impossible due to the strap round my neck, my mouth being out of commission and the thrusts at my arse forcing whatever little air I could manage to swallow back out in little popping gasps through minor gaps in our lips. But worse was my own cocks requirements as it so desperately attempted to give up its load. My shaft was jammed against the table edge, in fact being squashed even tighter with each thrust oh so deep in my arse whilst my bruised and overflowing balls were being rammed against the under support in concert and as much as both they, and the mouth under me, were trying unsuccessfully to accomplish this endeavour all I could actually manage were a series of short painful ejaculations before the flow was cut off again. Again and again! It was a torment of such building intensity that I thought something was going to burst, my body was half screaming for release now while the other half of it demanding more abuse. Something had to give and it started with the softening cock up my poor battered arse being slowly withdrawn lessening the pressure of my groin against the wooden table edge and my balls finally gave up their load in a series of massive streams that I could hear were choking the mouth ready under me to catch them. At the same time The hot wet black body I'd been laid onto slipped out from under leaving my upper half flat and exhausted against the table. I felt hands at my arse and knew my body was just not up to another fucking but had not the energy right then to say so but to my relief it wasn't a cock that attacked but a warm mouth and tongue that lapped and sucked at the sore bruised lips and I just lay for a few moments relaxing while one mouth serviced my rear and another the front. Finally of course I had to stand, leaning on the table for a few moments while gathering my senses. There wee only a few others standing round now pulling clothes back on and adjusting their dress in the early morning light. I could hear birds singing and see in the distance most of the street lights were off. I'd been here and my body in use the whole night, I know it was summer but that still had to have been for several hours. No wonder I felt shattered. 'Are you OK boy?' Can you get home without problem,' asked my coloured abuser. I nodded. 'As long as I can find my shorts and get back before too many people around.' One advantage of my flat that was now in view round the other side of the green was an outside staircase and I knew I'd need it to keep out of sight from any early risers. My shorts and trainers were still floating in the half blocked urinal but I just took them out and after a quick squeeze slipped them on. My top had disappeared so just wearing the wet skimpy shorts I started walking, then slow jogging back round the field edge, keeping where possible under the trees. I managed to slip upstairs and inside where I received the shock of my life. The figure in the full length hall mirror was a stranger. Near naked, filthy wet body covered in dirt and cum even in the straggly hair. Bruised and swollen red lips, red protruding nipples and, as I reached carefully to touch them, my cock becoming a stiff erection trapped and bulging in my shorts. What the hell was in that tablet I been given some four hours ago? I had no idea but thank god was not due into work today as I knew there were more important things to take care off. Starting with as much water as I could drink and looking out an old leather belt. Hopefully it was going to be a long day. ############### I do hope you have enjoyed this effort to entertain. If so you may also like to savour my other stories held in the Nifty Archive. 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