Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2019 09:12:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: bidaddy5@aol.com
Subject: Greyfriars Fun 3

Greyfriars Fun 3

This likely to be the last of these stories. I think I got carried
away. Anyway, as you can see at the end, I've gone on to the prequel.

Maister said I needed a wee rest, and gave me a small whisky which I loved
even at that age. It tasted slightly bitter and seemed a bit grainy, but I
swallowed it down. I was exhausted, and immediately fell into a deep
sleep. Occasionally I seemed to be awake/dreaming, and could see that all
the old men were naked, and in the middle of them was the hunky sexy red
haired gravedigger, also naked and sucking and fucking like crazy. Again, I
woke and as in a dream saw Maister fucking the sexton in the toilet as the
muscled, dark red haired, now filthy body of the younger guy bucked and
writhed, his mouth clamped on a cock sticking urgently through the glory
hole. I woke briefly as I was carried by the tramps across the slate floor
and lifted and lowered onto a hard knob which filled me up. I then passed
out again. When I finally did come fully awake, I was being lifted up and
down so that my prostate responded beautifully to this big hard long
invader. I could see from the dark brown/orange hairy muscular legs below
me that the prick belonged to the gravedigger. I came immediately, spunk
arcing in front of me and splashing in gouts onto a big erect prick close
upto my nakedness. Maister was standing in front of me egging the tramps
on, and immediately using my spunk to wank. Two dirty old guys were crammed
in behind me under the high cistern on its rusted iron brackets, and were
holding me under my armpits. The two others were on either side of Maister
by the door of the stall with its old dark stained wooden door almost off
its hinges, lifting me under my knees, holding me splayed and bent forward
as the Maister brought his drooling raw knobend towards my gasping mouth. I
could hear the tramps behind me commanding the sexton to take their cocks
in his mouth, and eventually to take both. I was dropped onto the pole
inside me, and held as Maister forced his way into my mouth and straight
down my gagging throat. Saliva flowed out between my stretched lips and
onto his big ballsac. He facefucked me furiously as his hands urgently
sought my boycunt with the big cock buried in it. He slowed his facefuck to
concentrate on this new procedure, holding his huge erection so that it
lodged in my open throat for what was to follow. He quickly got three
fingers of each hand in beside the big knob, counted loudly by the guys
holding me open. I could feel that my anal muscles were slack, and I
couldn't repel the slimy digits. I had been well prepared with a relaxant
in the whisky. Soon they were chanting five each, five each, and I could
feel my colon begin to convulse as he fucked me with his hands, and
masturbated the lad's shaft. the movement of the cock end against my
prostate caused me to cum again, my howls of ecstasy muffled by the huge
thing in my throat. Maister then thrust his todger right down my throat and
held it there as the tramps said I was going to be royally shafted. I could
feel the hands at the top of my colon, the wrists now inside me. He cupped
his fingers round the bellend inside me and fingered it and my prostate
fiercely so that suddenly the sexton exploded into the clutching fingers
and I came again, this time almost dry cum, and painfully. Maister bucked
and shivered and spunked copiously straight down my throat into my
stomach. As he withdrew, I choked, and loads of semen spurted from my mouth
down the legs of the three men before me. It was not over however, as the
two tramps immediately replaced his cock with theirs, forcing both into my
painfully stretched orifice. Their foul cocks then aggressively fucked me
until my mouth was once again swamped with hot cum which dribbled down my
chin, onto my smooth chest and was used to massage my painfully erect
nipples and then my equally painfully engorged cock, until I exploded
again.

This stuffing of everything open, in my now half fainting state, brought
memories of earlier encounters. As I said, this was a first of its kind,
but my no means my first sex with men. But that's another story.