Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2008 22:41:34 +0100
From: succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: Mick and Friends - 36

Hi there. In case you had not guessed it by now this is an erotic story
involving sexual acts of a gay nature between teen boys. If this is not
your scene or if it is illegal for you to access this material, look away
now.

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Thanks
Rick

Chapter 35 ended

I rolled, or rather was rolled onto my side by Jim and then felt his cock
pushing against my hole. I had been well stretched and so he entered me
fairly easily and without any real pain, and soon I was enjoying being
fucked again. But while Jim was hitting me in the rear, he was also pulling
me at the front and soon enough I could feel the cum beginning to move up
my cock as I orgasmed once more. My spasms must have done the trick on Jim
and he began to shoot his load into me even while my body was still
shuddering from the spasms of my cumming. With one final thrust deep into
me, Jim shot his last load and then squeezed me against him and held me
there with his cock still inside. That is how we were when we drifted off
back to sleep once again.


Chapter 36

And that is how we were when we woke up in the morning. Jim's cock once
again hard was still inside me and as soon as he woke up, he began to pump
me. He had used a lot of lubricant the night before and I had also had a
lot pushed into me during the oil wrestling and following, and fortunately
this seemed to have left enough for this final assault on my ready and
waiting arse. Jim had not played with me during this fuck and although I
had a hard on, I had not cum. Jim then ordered me to swap with him and fuck
him. I was only too pleased to oblige and so soon was ball deep inside his
arse and pumping away very merrily. As I worked my cock inside him, I could
feel the cum of the previous events leaking out and running down the side
of my bum and over my leg to pool on the bed. I used my hand and scooped as
much up as I could and then let it drizzle down between us to add some more
lubricant to aid my fucking. It did not take me long to cum and when I did,
I could feel a number of good squirts shoot out before they became to weak
to feel and shortly after that my orgasm ended with me pushing in as deep
as I could go and then holding it there. But I was not allowed to stay in
Jim as he pulled away from me and told me it was time now to get up and
move to the front room.

I was wondering what the start of the day would bring and did not have long
to wait.  I was made to stand in the middle of the room and wait while Jim
went and found out how Mark and his night partner were faring. Jim returned
with them in less than a minute and so I guess they had been waiting for
us. I learned then that Cliff had shared the bed with Mark for the
night. Now both of us had to stand in the middle of the room and wait while
the others all got up and ready. This only took a few minutes and then we
were marched outside where the cool air took its toll on our balls and
cocks and soon we looked like little six year olds; especially as we had no
hair anywhere to show that we were older than that. The next thing to
happen was that Mark and I were grabbed and lifted off the ground and
carried down to the little stream which ran past the cottage about a
hundred and fifty yards down the hill. We were then unceremoniously thrown
into the water which was freezing cold and had us spluttering with the
shock, and gasping for air as we rose to the surface. The guys were kind to
us and told us to get out and go back up to the cottage straightaway. But
we were barefoot and totally naked and frozen to the core from just the few
seconds we had spent in the river and so the climb back up the hill to the
cottage was both painful underfoot and took a bit longer as we were
shivering so much we couldn't control our legs properly.

In the cottage we ordered into the bathroom and under a nice hot shower
which warmed us up and the we were made to get out to undergo our next
treatment. This treatment was to be thoroughly flushed out. We were made to
bend over first and a large rubber bung was forced into our bum holes. This
bung had three tubes running through it. One of the tubes was fixed to the
mixer tap which had been set at a reasonable temperature and so we had nice
warm water being forced into our bums. The second tube was led into the
toilet bowl and allowed the water being pumped into us to run out into the
loo; this tube had some kind of tap on it so that they could shut it off
and keep the water in our bums for a bit.. The third tube had a small
funnel on the end of it and was fixed to stand holding it the funnel a
little higher than my shoulder This tube also had a tap on it to stop water
running out it when the exhaust tube was shut. The stand that had the
funnel tube fixed to it, also had a kind of stocks on it and we were locked
into this so that we were in a semi standing position, but with our feet
spread apart on the floor. The water was allowed to run for a few minutes
and then it was turned off. When the exhaust tube stopped running the tap
was closed and some liquid was poured into the funnel. I guess it was some
sort of mild detergent. After a little of this liquid had been let in, the
tap on this tube was also closed and the water was turned back on. Then as
the water ran in, I could feel someone pushing the inlet tube in deeper and
deeper up my bum. I could also feel my bum beginning to feel very full and
pressing on my bladder and stomach.  I warned them that the pressure was
building and I was scared that the bung would pop out. The guys said not to
worry because if it did it would be deemed to be my fault and I would have
to clean up the mess. Fortunately it did not pop out and just when I
thought that there could not be another drop fitted inside, they opened the
exhaust tube up and let the dirty water flush out.  We were both then left
there with the water running through us while the others went and I could
smell the appetising aroma of freshly brewed coffee in the air.  Not that
we got any for we were being washed out while they had a coffee break.
After the coffee had been finished, the guys returned and turned off the
flow of water. Then they poured a couple of jugs full of water down the
funnel tube and turned the water flow back on again for about another 5
minutes. Finally the tap was turned off and we had to stay while the last
water drained out of our bums. The exhaust tap was closed again and some
yellowish liquid was poured down the funnel. I learned that this was just
olive oil and was intended to help replace some of the oils lost while
being so thoroughly flushed out. Fully cleaned and re-greased, the bung was
removed and we had to lie down on our stomachs over rolled towels which
kept our bums in the air a bit and wait till our holes closed up to seal
again.

After we had sealed, we were taken back through to the living room where
all the guys were sitting around in their underwear only. Mark and I, of
course were still totally naked. We were blindfolded by having pads put
over our eyes and then these were taped in place using masking tape which
was wrapped all the way around our heads. The blindfolds were done really
well and I could not see even a glimmer of light. Now we had to turn
ourselves around and around, and this kept up for some time until we were
totally disorientated.

"Right, this is a game call blind man's bluff, you need to try and find
someone. When you do, you have to try and guess who you have found just by
touching them, but you cannot put a hand down the person's undies. If you
guess correctly, you get to give that person a blow job. If you guess
incorrectly they ram your backside. Do you understand?" Cliff asked.

We both answered that we did and then we were told to turn around a few
more times. While this was happening, I could hear the others were also
moving and swapping places. This would make it all the more difficult for
us to guess who was in our hands and this would also mean then that we were
more likely to be fucked then to have the joy of feeding on some cum.

"Ok, start." Again Cliff's voice rang out and it sounded like it came from
above us, but I guess that was simply our disorientation. I began to walk
forward slowly feeling ahead of myself with my hands outstretched.  I had
not gone far when I heard Mark give a grunt and then realise that he had
bumped into someone and he began to try and work out who it was. He must
have failed, because when he said it was Bob, he was told no luck and was
taken to the corner to be fucked by the lucky winner. I had been moving
about during this time and bumped into someone. I took my time feeling him
and allowed my hands to linger for some time on his cock causing it to
harden and then I thought I could feel that the head was more definite in
shape and so guessed that my friend was Jim, the only one of us who was
cut. I was told I was right and so was allowed to pull his undies down and
take that lovely piece of meat into my mouth. I also used my hands to
massage his balls and the path to his bum and so heighten his pleasure. It
did not take that long and he was blowing his load into my mouth and I
drank it down greedily.

I could still hear Mark getting it in the rear when I resumed my
wanderings. I could hear the guys shuffling around and realised that if I
just moved straight ahead, one of them would put his body in the way of my
path so that I would find him. And this I did. The one I found, was sitting
on the floor, which made it hard to work out how tall he was. Also my
feeling of his head and body did not tell me much and when I moved on to
feel his cock and balls, they were bunched up in a pair of briefs and this
made identification hard also. I was lost. The only thing I could do was to
make a wild guess and hope to get it right. When I guessed that it was
Michael, I learned that I was wrong and was led off to a corner to take my
corn holing. As the winner slipped his cock into my much lubed up hole, I
worked out that it was Bob by the sounds he made. I called out my guess
only to be told that I was too late and still had to take him inside me.
Bob was gentle with me and every so often would bend forward so that he
could whisper something in my ear. It took Bob about ten minutes to shoot
his load into my bum and then he leant forward again and whispered, "Anton
is going to get in your way next. Remember his cock is long and thin and
you can swallow it right down."

True enough, when I was returned to the middle of the floor with some of
Bob's cum dribbling down my leg after it had leaked out the next person who
got `found' by me through putting himself in my way, was Anton Pirelli. I
made a pretence of feeling his face and chest and then I moved down to feel
his cock through his undies and realised he was already hard and yet his
cock was not even as thick as mine and he was three years older than
me. But it was long. Hard as it was now in my fingers, I reckoned on it
being 7 inches.

"A cock like that has got to belong to Anton," I said.

"Yes, suck me now." Anton confirmed I was right.

I pulled his undies down and licked up his cock shaft and then licked his
balls before taking the head of his cock into my mouth. I kept just the
head in and applied a lot of suction and then worked my tongue under his
skin and played with his glans for a bit. Then I began to bob up and down
and took a bit more in each time I went down on his cock till I got to the
point where I would gag if I did not swallow his cock. So I swallowed and
could feel his penis sliding down my throat as my nose began to bury itself
in his pubes. When I had taken so much of him in that I was finding it
difficult to breathe through my nose because it was pressed so deep into
his pubis, I pulled back just a bit and began to hum. This must have had a
great effect on his cock because he began to moan straight away and also
started to make slow and short fucking movements, so that his cock stayed
down my throat but was also being stimulated by sliding against another
surface, and with my humming, it was a vibrating surface. I stuck my finger
into his bum and felt around for his button. When I found it, I alternated
with pressing down on it and then rubbing my finger back and forth over it,
while at the same time I was fondling his balls with my other hand. He
didn't stand much chance and was soon getting close to exploding. When I
thought he was just a couple of strokes away, I pulled my head back to
allow his cock head back into my mouth and I hit the underside of his cock
with my tongue to massage that favourite spot of all guys. With a shout
Anton began to shoot and filled my mouth with shot after shot of spunk. I
swallowed and swallowed and still was not able to hold it all in and so had
some dripping down my chin as Anton pulled his cock all the way out.

"That was some fucking awesome blowjob Mick. Thanks a lot." Then he noticed
the cum on my chin and had me stand up so that he could lick his own
offering off of me.

I was not left to rest for long and was ordered to continue to find
guys. The next guy I bumped into I did not recognise because he was Cliff's
flat mate and partner, Simon Jones.  Simon is six years older than me and
he was reasonably well endowed and so I had to take a fat sausage in me
once again.  And again when he had finished I was brought back into the
middle of the room with some his cum now running down my leg. The game
continued till each of the others had either fucked, or been sucked by Mark
or me. Then we were both brought back into the middle of the room and made
to lie down on the floor, on our sides. The others moved us to get us into
the right position so that we could 69 with each other and we were order to
suck and finger fuck till we came. We had not been going long when we were
told to make sure we had three fingers in the other's bum. Well we had been
stretched already this morning and so it was no problem to get three
fingers in and keep them pumping as we bobbed on the cock. Suddenly we
heard the call "sandwich" made and were a bit unsure what that meant until
the fingers were pulled out of our bums and a cock was put in instead.
Mark and I were the filling in the sandwich and the slices of bread were
fucking the filling.  We continued to suck, but had to reset our rhythm to
match that of the person pumping the bum behind the cock which was in our
mouth so that we were not just playing catch-up with the movement the cock
was forced to make from the force of the humping. I could hear some other
noises going on, but as I was still blind-folded, I could not be sure what
was happening. Just as I was about to cum, a call rang out, "salad cream"
and I felt something wet land on me. Then I realised what the other noises
I had been hearing was. It was the other guys all standing over us wanking
their meat and their jism was the salad cream to go with the filling in the
sandwich.

When everyone had shot a load, either onto us or into us, and both Mark and
I had fed each other with our spunk, we were allowed to get up and had
blindfolds removed. It took a while for our eyes to adjust, and then we
were sent off to have a wash while the others watched. As we were not
allowed to touch our own cocks, we had to wash each other and our audience
were quick to make comments as well as give instructions on what and how we
were to do things. When we had finished our wash, we were ordered into the
kitchen to help get the brunch ready. It was too late to have breakfast and
so it was agreed to combine breakfast and lunch together. It did make it
easier as we could just get a whole lot of sandwiches made and everybody
could just help themselves to them. While we were eating our lunch we were
informed that after lunch the memorials would be made. When we asked what
was meant by that we were told to wait and see. We should have known better
than to ask, because we were very unlikely to get a straight answer to any
question over this weekend.

After we had all finished eating, Mark and I were taken back to the
bathroom for another enema to clean us out. This did not take as long as
this morning's one and we were not filled with oil this time. Rather after
the cleaning the string of beads was put back in and switched on to help
maintain our erections for what was to come next. Then we were led outside
and around to the back. Both Mark and I were still totally naked, but the
others had all put shorts on. I am pretty sure they did not have any
underwear on though, but cannot guarantee this for all of the them. At the
back we were led to a shed, or rather a small barn as it was a bit too big
to call it a shed. Cliff unlocked the padlock and pulled the door open,
creaking on its hinges. I guess it does not get opened that much.  Once
inside, we were led to something which looked like a work bench covered in
a dust sheet.

"Uncover that, and then bring it outside into the sun." Cliff ordered
us. Then to the others, "Will you guys see to the rest of the attachments
please, while I go and sort out the mix?"

Mark and I shared a look of excitement mixed with nervousness and curiosity
as we approached the object and began to lift the dust sheet. Lifting the
sheet we saw something with a peculiar shape that did not throw much light
on the mystery of our memorial. We took a grip at either end of it and
picking it up discovered that it was quite light and so not too difficult
for us to carry it outside.



Well that is it for this chapter; I thought I would end it with a bit of
mystery to keep some tongues hanging out.  Look out for the next chapter
and please let me know what you think of the story so far. We are nearing
the end of it, and I wonder how many have worked out what the ending will
be.

Please write to the address at the top.  Rick