Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2008 07:31:21 +0100
From: P J <fun2bhad4u@googlemail.com>
Subject: STRIP POKER - 4 Chapters

POKER ROLL - Chapter 3



After the time at the pool, kevin and I had, shall we say, gotten to know
each other much better. We decided that it would be fun to involve more
mates in another game of strip poker. After a few phone calls, it was
arranged and we all met at Kevin's, six of us: Ray, Mike, John, Matthew,
Kevin and myself. Just the six of us, no girlfriend allowed. We drank beer,
ate pizza and stayed up doing generally lad things. By eleven we were all
pretty drunk and getting quite boisterous.

"Hey" said Kevin casually. "Anybody up for a game?"

"What's that then?" said Matthew.

"Strip poker," said Kevin, raising an eyebrow.

This idea was greeted around the table with a weird silence. We were all
looking at each other, trying to see who'd be the first one to turn it
down. Nobody wanted to bottle out. We were all grinning.

Eventually Mike said, "Well, I'm game."

"So am I," said John.

"So am I," I said.

Only Ray and Matthew were holding out, grinning at each other. Of all of
us, Matthew was the least likely to go for it, while Ray would do anything
to show off. Matthew held Ray's gaze and said "Sure."

"Fair enough," said Ray, and he collected up our cards and started to
shuffle them.

"How about a side condition?" said Kevin with an evil grin. "Whoever loses
has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the evening." This was
going to be a re-run of what had happened a few weeks before except this
time there was 6 of us.

I glanced at John. He was looking at me sidelong, a spark of mischief in
his face. I grinned, a little nervously. This was shaping up to be
potentially very embarrassing for whichever poor bastard lost the
game. These guys were my best friends, which isn't to say that I trusted
any of them for a moment.

"Sounds good," said John. The rest of us nodded assent, trying to look as
confident as possible.

The game started, and I was having a run of luck. I'm not the best poker
player in the world, Kevin had proved that, but I was doing well and my
bluffing was working. One by one, items of clothing came off; shoes, then
socks, then shirts and then trousers and one by one whoever was down to his
underpants invariably folded before having to go all the way. John was
loudly voicing his disappointment that none of us had had the nerve to push
our luck.

He changed his tune half an hour later when he was down to his jockey
shorts and facing Ray, who was in t-shirt and boxers, and me who still had
my cargo pants on over my own boxers. He folded. We ribbed him for that. So
it was between Ray and myself, and while he was the better player, I had
the better hand. Two pairs. There was no way Ray had anything to beat that.

"I'll see your boxers," I said, "and I'll raise you my boxers and my
combats."

There was a low whistle. The tension was electric. Six drunk young men in
various stages of undress were sitting quietly in a circle, and there was
something undeniably erotic about all the testosterone. I had the beginning
of a slight hard-on.  Deep down, I was kind of hoping that if we played
another hand I might lose, and have to pay the forfeit. In the meantime, I
was planning what to do with Ray when he lost those boxers.

"I'll call you," he said carefully. I knew he was bluffing. Smiling, I laid
down my two pairs. I was sure I'd beaten him. He looked at the cards
impassively for a moment. Then he looked up at me and said softly, "Not
bad."

Then he laid down his own cards. A full house.

The guys burst out laughing and cheering. I went totally crimson. I
couldn't believe he'd beaten me and that I was now going to have to strip
naked in front of them.

Ray grinned. "Get out there in front of the fire," he said, and took a pull
at his beer. I got up from the table and walked the walk of shame, over to
where the fire was burning. The guys were chanting "Strip! Strip! Strip!"

I decided to do it quickly. I unbuttoned my cargo pants and let them drop
down my legs, then I stepped out of them and pulled my shorts down,
stepping out of them too. I picked up my clothes and tossed them aside. I
was finally naked. There were cheers.

"What about the rest of the conditions?" said Matthew, smoking a cigarette.

"Oh yeah," said Ray. "What do we make him do. Hmm."

I stood there, naked, resting my weight on one hip, my arms by my sides. My
cock was definitely not dormant. It was hanging there, swaying a little,
sticking out slightly in front of me. Nobody'd commented on it but I knew
they had all noticed.

Ray glanced at John, who was sitting at the table staring at me, his lips
slightly parted, looking flushed.

"John," he said, "what do you think?"

John grinned and Ray returned his gaze at me.

"Okay," he said to me. "Get down on your knees and suck John's cock."

"Oh, come on," I said, scared and excited. "We never said anything about
that."

"You have to do whatever I want, right?" said Ray. "That's what I want."

John looked somewhat shocked but did not protest. He got up from the table
in only his shorts, and walked towards me. I was naked and ordered to drop
to my knees. I was about to give John a blowjob as the other guys looked
on. I was starting to get hard. This was intimate, and weird, and
definitely off the map. I was determined not to wimp out in front of the
other guys and to go through with it. The others had no idea about Kevin
and I was genuinely curious to see how they would react.

He looked down at me, his soft brown eyes smiling. "You want me to take off
my shorts?"

"No," I said. I wanted to be the only one who was naked. He opened the
front of his shorts and took his stiffening cock. The other guys were
totally silent, watching us.

I took his cock in my hands and began to lick and suck on it, tasting
John. If this was to be my forfeit, I could do it, this I could handle. I
closed my eyes and felt them looking at me as I moved my tongue along the
whole length of John's dick, stroking him, taking him between my lips and
sucking on him. I reached up behind him and slid my hands inside his
shorts, cupping his tight buttocks in my hands. His hands were all over my
head, stroking my cropped hair and shoulders, and then he was holding my
head and started to fuck my mouth. It was a head-fuck in every sense, raw
and crude and also disorienting and dizzying. Am I gay, then? Because I was
enjoying the feeling of another cock in my mouth? I tried not to think
about it and tightened my lips around his shaft as it plunged in and out of
my mouth.

I heard movement and then felt a pair of hands on my naked arse. I opened
my eyes and Matthew was behind me, fondling my hips and ass, stroking my
cock, and kissing me on the back of the neck. "MMMM!" I muffled in protest,
but John said softly, "Shut up, bitch!" and there was a chuckle from the
table. It was looking like I was going to have more than just John in my
mouth. Perhaps I was about to be ass-fucked into the bargain.

I took my mouth off John's cock and gasped, "What are you doing!"

"I told him he can do anything he wants." Ray murmured from the table.

John took his cock and pushed it back in my mouth and I tried not to think
too much. I went back to sucking him off.

I moaned into John's crotch as he urged me on. I went on sucking, kissing,
pulling on the hard cock in my mouth, keen to make him cum. Lube was now
being smeared into my crack and I was no longer in any doubt that Matthew
was about to fuck my ass. He didn't seem to be interested in whether or not
I wanted him or not. His stiff, lubed-up cock stroking me between my naked
buttocks. John was fucking my face frantically and Matthew, leaning into
me, had the head of his shaft pressing into my ass. There was a brief
moment of pain as Matthew's cock forced open my hole, penetrating me and I
made the transition from being a semi-reluctant cocksucker to a total
slut. Seeing Matthew sliding his cock into my ass sent John over the edge,
grabbing my head, he came hard into my mouth. I swallowed his cum, or as
much of it as I could, slobbering and licking what remained off his cock
while Matthew worked my ass.

John pulled his cock out of my mouth, wiping it over my face, strings of
cum running from my mouth as he stepped back from me. Matthew was now
fucking me with slow, deep thrusts and I moaned with the force of it,
pushing myself back into him, really wanting him, wanting to engulf his
thick cock with my arsehole. I bent forward, puting my hands on the floor,
Matthew holding onto my naked hips as he fucked my arse. The other guys
were watching me take it up the arse and for some reason, I found that
incredibly arousing.

I had never felt so utterly used and violated. I had just taken a load in
my mouth and now, a guy I had known and called a friend for years, was
fucking my arse, and yet it felt so sensual and dirty and nasty that I
didn't want him to stop. I kept my eyes closed and all too soon, he was
bucking his hips into mine, fucking me roughly, and I gasped as he came in
me, deep in my arse, his hot cum pulsing into me.

He paused for a moment to get his breath back and then he pulled out of me
quickly. I didn't want him to. I could feel his spunk trickling out of my
anus as I crouched on my hands and knees, my head hanging, panting for
breath.

I had a brief moments rest before Mike came over and, unexpectedly lifting
up my face, kissed me. Taking my face in his hands and putting his tongue
in my mouth, his passionate kiss was as good as any I had ever had from a
girl. After a minute or two of kissing, he knelt behind me, grabbed my hips
and in a matter of seconds he was pushing his thick, blunt cock into my
anus. I was moaning and gasping with the strain of letting another mate
enter me.

It was dawning on me that every one of them was going to fuck my arse, and
more importantly, I wanted them to. To be used like the most abject slut of
their wank fantasies. I wanted them to cum over my naked body, cover my
face with it, make me suck them off, bum-fuck me - all the things they'd
always wanted to try, and had never been able to. I wanted them to live out
their filthiest fantasies, to do things their girlfriends wouldn't let them
do. I was their bitch, for tonight anyway. It felt good to give myself up
to my friends like this. At last they were able to put their imaginations
into action, because at last they had some slut who was willing to let
them.

Mike's penis wasn't long but it was thick, and the friction of having him
inside me, even with the lube and Matthew's cum, was almost
overwhelming. Having held this position for quite a time, my legs were
tiring and sure enough they gave. I dropped down in to a cobra position,
reared up on my elbows and moaning harshly as Mike buggered me: "Uh, uh
fuck, oooh, ohh, ohhh, oh fuck..."

I opened my eyes, breathing fast and heavily, and I focused on the others
still sitting at the table; Ray, staring fascinated at the spectacle of
Mike fucking me on the rug before the fire; John, sitting once again,
looking flushed and sated; Matthew, lighting one of his ever-present
cigarettes; and Kevin, smiling, took a gulp of wine and looked on.

Mike was mounted on my arse and pushing deep into the cleft of my buttocks,
my cock being squashed against the thick rug. He wasn't fucking me the
slow, deep, sensual way Matthew had. He had just grabbed me and mounted me
like an animal, and now he was thinking only of his own pleasure,
ruthlessly buggering me in fast, rough strokes. I remember thinking that
this was what it must be like to be raped. "Oh yeah...yeah...yeah! Oh
mate!" He gasped as the first shot of cum pumped into me, and I hissed
"Oooh yessss!" as I felt more cum shoot inside of me. Then I collapsed and
sank face down onto the rug, shoving my slim hips back and upwards into his
groin, milking the last of his cum from his swollen cock.

I lay with my face buried in the rug, breathing heavily, overwhelmed at
what I had allowed them to do - two of my best friends had just sodomised
me and another had fucked my mouth, and there was more to come. Mike
gingerly withdrew his softening penis from my arse, stroking me gently as
if to apologise for how hard he'd fucked me.

I heard footsteps and I raised my sweating head. Ray,the winner of the
game, was standing by my head, looking down at me where I lay prone, naked
and fucked in the firelight.

"Pick him up," he said.

Matthew and Kevin came over, grabbed me under my armpits and lifted me onto
my knees. Ray inspected me, my slender body, my ribcage rising and falling,
a thread of John's cum cooling on my lips. My cock still swaying,
half-erect, between my thighs.

"Do you want more?" he asked me.

"Yes," I whispered.

"You want to get fucked again? You want to get fucked by every single one
of us?"

"Yes," I said, staring at him, imploring him to use me. A friend he'd known
for five years was now naked, stained with cum and begging to be used.

"We're gonna shave you," he said softly. "Your whole body. Every inch. I
don't want a single hair left. I want you as naked as possible before I
fuck you."

I gazed at Ray. I was giving myself over to them, now. They really were
doing whatever they wanted with me.

"Take him into the bathroom," said Ray, and he turned and walked out.

Matthew and Kevin held me under the arms and John and Mike picked up my
legs, and I was carried bodily into the bathroom, still naked. I didn't
struggle. I was letting them do it. Ray instructed the others to put me
down on the tiled floor, then told me to get on all fours. I did so.

They were shaking up their cans of shaving foam. "I want him totally
covered," said Ray. "Every inch."

They sprayed handfuls of foam and started smearing it over my nude body,
their hands moving the white foam all over me, first my back and shoulders,
my upper arms and then my arse and thighs, John smearing it deep into the
cleft of my buttocks. Ray ordered me to kneel and I sat back on my heels,
my arms by my side, as Mike rubbed foam all over my head and face. I closed
my eyes and he smeared it completely over my face while one of the others
covered my chest and stomach and then my cock and balls with shaving
foam. In a couple of minutes I was completely covered in the stuff.

Ray broke open a bag of disposables and they all started shaving me at
once. Two of them were doing my back and arse, another was shaving my chest
and belly, another my arms and another my legs. They didn't touch my head,
yet.

I felt my body hair coming off me, and the coolness of the air and the
astringents in the foam made my bare skin tingle. I couldn't see what they
were doing because of the foam in my face and eyes, but God, it felt erotic
to have my friends doing this to me, humiliating me, shaving off all my
body hair to make me into a purely sexual object.

They made me lean back on my hands to give John better access to my
genitals, which he shaved expertly. I was tense about having a razor down
there, but he was swift and precise. Then they made me go on all fours
again, and I moaned as I felt them parting my buttocks, and then there was
the careful scratching of the razor shaving the hairs out of my crack.

As they went on they mopped me with wet flannels, and I felt my chest and
arms and legs becoming smooth and cool. Lastly they made me sit, and then I
felt the razor scything the short hair from my head, over and over again,
making me bald; then the careful scraping around my jaw and neck and under
my nose and on my chin.

I heard John say, "I think that's it," and I was helped to my feet. I heard
the shower running. Ray's said, "Okay, have a shower, get cleaned up and
let's see what you look like."

Under the shower I gasped as the water hit me. It felt so intense, so wet,
now that I had no body hair. I was as smooth as a girl, and totally
hairless. I washed the foam out of my eyes and off my body, and when I was
clean I stepped out of the shower.

The guys were looking at me. John looked a little amused. Matthew and Mike
were intrigued. Kevin looked hot and bothered. Ray looked definitely
hungry.

They stepped back from the full-length mirror. I got a good look at
myself. It was me all right, but how different; bald and smooth and
alien-looking, my body pink from the shaving and the warm water, my chest
hair gone, my head with none of the masculinity that came from a crop. I
was about skin, about flesh; I looked less like a man, without actually
looking like a woman. What I really looked like was a blank slate, a
shop-window mannequin with genitals, a sexual template for anyone to
inscribe fantasies on. My naked, hairless cock and balls were hanging pink
and gleaming between my dripping thighs.

Kevin grabbed me and kissed me, his hands groping me all over, and I moaned
inside his mouth as he gathered my naked body up against him. I closed my
eyes. He was reaching down into the smooth crack of my arse and touching my
anus and I shuddered. I felt someone smearing cool gel into the cleft and
Kevin's fingers moving it around, pushing gobs of it up into the already
stretched tunnel of my anus, lubing me up once more.

Kevin's body was warm inside his t-shirt and boxers and with my shaven skin
it was as though I could feel every single fibre of his underwear. It was
sensual. While kissing me, he carressed every inch of my naked body,
finding out what aroused me, making me give up every part of myself to
him. I could hide nothing from him.

"You're fucking beautiful," he muttered as he kissed my neck and throat,
and I opened my eyes, my head lolling, to see the others standing and
watching as Kevin pushed his fingers into my ass and pulled on my prick,
making me hard again. They were watching me, the friend they had known so
well for years, now shaved, hairless and smooth, pink and naked, in the
arms of another friend, kissing and being caressed in the most intimate way
and getting off on it.

Mike went up to John and simply pulled John's boxers down over his hips,
stripping him nude. John gasped and turned to Mike putting his arms around
Mike's shoulders, drawing him in and kissing him. Matthew went up to them
and stood behind John, taking his cock out of his jockey shorts and putting
it in the cleft of John's narrow ass. From time to time each of them turned
to glance at Kevin and myself. I had already been fucked twice and my third
time was coming.

Kevin's strong arms went around my waist and he locked his fingers under my
ass. I lifted my feet off the ground and wrapped my legs around him. He
carried me out of the bathroom, still kissing me. Kevin, being strong, had
no problem carrying me and took me across the room to the fire. I unwrapped
my legs from around his waist and he set me down on the thick rug. Laying
on my back, he lifted my naked legs up, pushing them against my chest so
that my arse was fully exposed to him.

I stared up at him as he grasped my cock and pulled on it lovingly,
smiling, he then slid his hand down over my balls and into the cleft of my
buttocks, fingering my anus. Leaning back, he kneeled up and reached into
his boxers, taking out his cock out.

I could hear panting coming from across the room, and then I heard Mike
groan "Oh, fuck!"

I smiled at Kevin "It's not just me that loves your poker nights".

Mike was bent over a chair and John was holding his hips, pushing into
him. Now Mike was being buggered, like I'd been, and by John. But while he
was fucking Mike, John was watching Kevin and me and I sensed that he had
only taken Mike because I was currently claimed by Kevin.

I looked back at Kevin and he was looking down at me with a grin. "See what
we started," he said, and then he took his cock in his hand and he guided
it to the slightly loose knot of my anus and leaned down, pushing himself
into me.

It was an incredibly vulnerable position, with my legs bent back over me
and Ray facing me. He started to push his thick cock into me, stretching
the muscle of my anus, and as I felt him sliding up inside me and filling
me I winced a little. Kevin started to fuck me, easing his giant length in
and out of my arsehole.

He looked at me and said softly, "You okay?"

"Yeah," I replied, "oh, God, yeah. Just...just don't stop...oh...fuck
me..."

I knew Kevin didn't need encouragement. He seemed to go further and further
into me with each stroke, until I was totally impaled on his thick meat. I
clenched my teeth and breathed harshly, my eyes shut tight, as Kevin
ploughed a furrow into my rectum, fucking me deeper and murmuring to me
about how cute I was, how I was doing great, how I had a gorgeous ass and
how good it felt to be fucking me. Every time he sank into me, his balls
would touch my now shaved and sensative arse.

I found myself wondering what Jenny would think of the fact that her
boyfriend had taken one of his best friends and made him submit to being
fucked up the ass. Then I fantasised about Kevin doing to Jenny what he was
doing to me now. I had an image of her lying naked on her back moaning
while Kevin stuffed his cock up her arse. It aroused me so much that I felt
myself about to cum.

Kevin could tell how aroused I was because my penis was rock hard, bouncing
off my belly, and I was moaning loudly, "Oh! Oh God, yeah! Oh, please!
Please! Fuck my arse! Fuck my arse...ooohh!" He started thrashing in and
out of me, really fast and strong, and he muttered, "Go on, go on, mate,
cum for me, go on, you can do it, you can do it." I clenched my teeth as I
felt myself about to cum. I held it back for as long as possible until I
could no more and exploded, shooting cum over my belly and chest, so hard
that some even hit my face.

Seeing me cum, Kevin growled and continued fucking my arse. As his pace
quickened I tell he was close to cumming and said, "Coat me". With that he
pulled out his cock and not a moment too soon. He grabbed the base of his
cock and I watched as several streams of cum shot out, landing on my chest
and hitting me on my neck, chin and mouth. His body shook slightly as he
dragged a clenched fist up the length of his cock, drawing out the last of
his semen onto my chest. He now hung his head, panting for breath and
collapsed down onto me kissing me hard and licking the cum from from
lips. As we kissed, Kevin ground his body against mine, coating the both of
us in sweat and cum.

I felt totally sated; I had now been fucked by three men. But while I had
had my own orgasm, I wanted to finish the job and service the others. The
pleasure of allowing myself to be used by them was something I wanted to go
on.

I turned my head. Mike and John were on the couch now, with Mike between
John's legs the way Kevin had been between mine, and they were fucking
slowly and steadily. John was still the only other one of us who was
completely naked.

"Ray?" said Kevin. Ray was sitting at the table, drinking wine. "You want
to take a turn?"

"I think it's only fair, don't you?"

I rolled onto my belly and smiled at Ray.

"You can do whatever you want," I said. "Anything."

"Anything?" he said.

I nodded and smiled.

"Can we not do it in here?" he said, glancing at Mike and John on the
couch.

"We don't have to," I assured him. Kevin looked amused, and went into the
kitchen. Ray got up and said, "Okay," and I got up slightly unsteadily and
followed him out of the living room and up the stairs. Ray then led me into
a bedroom and sat on the bed.

"This is Helen's bedroom," he said. I leaned against the doorframe, my arms
folded, smiling. Helen was Kevin's sister. She was nineteen now, but we had
all known her since she was in her early teens, and she had always been a
teasing, flirtatious, sexy little pain in the arse. None of us had ever
asked Helen for a date because we knew she'd just burst out laughing. She
was a flighty, funny, rude, long-legged, tomboyish sexpot who had been the
focus of quite a few sexual fantasies over the years.

Ray got off the bed and went over to the chest of drawers. He opened it and
started rummaging through Helen's underwear. He pulled out some black lace
panties and held it out to me.

"Put it on," he said in a slightly abstracted tone. I guessed what he
wanted from me. I smiled at him, and pulled on the panties; Helen was quite
tall, so it wasn't too bad a fit, although I only could just tuck my
genitals inside.

Ray went through more of the drawers and found a white t-shirt with GIRL
POWER on it, and a pair of cut off denims. He handed them all to me and I
pulled on the t-shirt - it was tight across my chest - and then the shorts,
which were extremely tight. Dressed in Helen's clothes, I sat on the
bed. The erotic tension in the room was palpable. Here I was, shaved smooth
and dressed in the clothes of a teenage girl and about to live out Ray's
most private sexual fantasy. He was trembling a little and sweating.

"God, you're gorgeous," he muttered.

"Thanks," I said softly.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he said hoarsely and cleared his throat. Playing
the role, I pulled up my knees and hugged them, head tiltedm smiling coyly
at him.

"You're good-looking too, you know," I said.

"What are you doing right now," he said. It took me a while to figure the
question out.

"I'm at home in bed," I said, finally.

"Are you sleeping?"

I tried to imagine Helen lying in bed and decided I would spice it up a
little.

"No," I said, "I'm touching myself."

Ray trembled some more. He sat on his shaking hands.

"Are you having a fantasy?" he said.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm imagining being kissed by a girl."

"You're a slut, Helen," he said tightly.

"Yes," I breathed, and my lips brushed against his shoulder.

"You're a dirty slut," he repeated.

He grabbed me and shoved me on my back, pulling the hem of the t-shirt
up. It was tight, and as my arms were lifted over my head it got stuck,
still around my neck, covering my head so that I couldn't see. Ray cursed
and pulled at the shorts, hauling them halfway down over my hips.

"Ray!" I exclaimed, my voice muffled by the t-shirt, "Wait! Hang on a sec!"

He finally unbuttoned the shorts open and pulled them down and then flipped
me over onto my belly. Now I understood why Ray was so keen to have me
shaved. I am sure that face down, my smooth body in girlie panties could
pass for the tom-boyish Helen. He wanted me to be the girl of his
fantasies. He ran his hangs along my inner thigh and then massaged my
smooth arse through the lace of the panties. Taking the waistband, he then
pulled the panties off me.

"You fucking bitch, Helen," he muttered, "you fucking slut, I'm gonna give
it to you up your arse, you wait..."

"Oh no! Stop" I cried. Ray had crossed the line, he was lost in his
fantasy. He pulled my buttocks apart and spat on my anus. He shoved a
finger into me, although he barely needed to, I had been buggered three
times already. I wriggled in his grip, but he was stronger.

I managed to wriggled free enough from the T-shirt to look around at Ray
kneeling over me. My eyes widened. I'd seen Ray's cock before, but I wasn't
prepared for what it looked like erect. It was enormous. He rubbed more
lube over it so that it glistened. He pushed my face back into the duvet
and then I felt him mount my hips and the hot helmet of his prick rubbing
at the slippery cleft of my arse. Ray wanted to bugger Helen and because he
couldn't have her, he was going to do it to me instead.

He grunted, shoving the stiff head of his penis into the socket of my
arse. I sprawled nude underneath him on the bed as he forced himself into
me, his entire length pushed into my hole. Helen's shorts and panties were
tangled around one ankle, her t-shirt still wrapped around my head,
trapping my arms.

"Take me, you little bitch," he gasped, and I didn't know if he was talking
to me or Helen. "Say you like my cock in your arse. Say it." He reached
around me and grabbed my own cock in his fist and pulled on it.

"OOOOH!" I moaned as Ray kept on driving his member into my arse.

"Say you like having my cock in your arse!" he rasped into my ear.

"I love it," I moaned, "I love it, I love it...ooohh, please...please..."

Saying it made it seem more true. Ray groaned as he came into my rectum and
kept on humping me for several minutes, forcing his dick into me. I could
hear squelching noises as his cock slid in and out of my cum-sodden
arsehole. I whimpered with shame and humiliation. He squeezed my naked
bottom as he urged his prick into my arsehole one last time, then he pulled
out of me and left me sprawled on my face, naked and tangled up in Helen's
T-shirt.

He got off the bed and left the room, and it was several minutes before I
could pull myself together enough to roll over and sit up. I pulled the
t-shirt off my head and sat on the bed, breathing heavily.

So it had got a little out of hand. I had no idea that Ray had such dark
fantasies about his Helen and figured that it was better that he act them
out on me, rather than her. I couldn't quite decide whether or not he had,
technically speaking, raped me. I had followed him into the bedroom with
the express intention of having sex with him. The sex itself had been of a
nature that I hadn't wanted - hadn't I?

"You okay?" said a voice. I looked up; John was in the doorway.

"He's always had a thing about her," John sighed.

"It wasn't that bad," I said. "I mean, I wanted him. But he wasn't doing it
to me."

John then surprised me by saying "I've fancied you for years."

"I thought you had," I said with a smile. "I like it when you flirt with
me."

"Yeah, and it's a funny thing," he said. "I'm the only one here who really
fancies you, and I haven't even had you."

"Hey, I sucked your cock," I protested, grinning and feeling my face go
red.

He looked into my eyes and then leaned forward and kissed me. The memory of
what had happened with Ray faded as John touched my cock and I felt myself
getting hard yet again.

"It's not too late, you know," I whispered as he tenderly kissed my neck.

"What's not," he murmured absently.

"We can still fuck. I mean, if you want to."

"You still up for it?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Well...you might want to be gentle with me," I giggled.

John gave my cock a squeeze, and I smiled, amazed at myself that I was so
willing to let another man take me. He got up and led me across the
landing. In the room there was a king-size bed and crawled on, laying on my
back. John shut the door, stripped off and joined me on the bed..

"You've had the rest," he murmured. "Now have the best."

He took my face in his hands and began to kiss me, laying on top of me so
that our cocks were pressed together. At first I was surprised as the other
guys had mostly just wanted to fuck my ass. I'd assumed that was what they
all wanted to do to me. But John was treating me not like a sex object, but
like a lover. He was running his hands all over my body, and because I was
so smooth and hairless it felt incredibly intense. I was already hard, but
in only a few moments I was gasping with desire. He caressed my bald skull
and his lips were all over my face. Then his hand was holding my cock and
pulling on it gently and I sighed softly. John moved down my body and his
lips closed around my cock, I moaned, "Ohh, yeah." He began to lick and
suck on me. None of the others had been even slightly interested in my
cock.

He took his time to pleasure me, licking, kissing and encircling my cock
with his tongue. He then reached under my ass and probed my hole with a
finger. His tongue was that of a virtuoso. He was making me feel all kinds
of pleasure I'd never dreamed of. He parted my thighs and put his face
between them and licked me, his tongue dragging over the shaved area
between my balls and anus. I whimpered, "Oh, man, John, oh please, fuck me,
please..."

"Now, now. What's the rush?" he whispered, and took my balls in his mouth,
letting the roll over his tongue. "Oooh!" I sighed, my voice breaking
slightly, and he pushed into my anus with a finger. I squirmed, desperate
for him to enter me, to really fuck me, to really make me his the way the
others had. He pushed a second and then a third finger into my moist
hole. I moaned lighty as he slowly probed me. He pulled out and pushed at
my buttocks a little and I eagerly rolled onto my stomach. I invitingly
lifted up my ass, but he merely parted them with his hands and dragged his
tongue over my sticky anus, still smeared with the other guy's cum. Rubbing
my face into the pillow, I whispered "OOOH! Oh yeah! Oh please, now,
please, John, please..."

I couldn't believe it. He kept doing it, licking my arse with his tongue,
snuffling his face between my naked buttocks. I then felt his tongue
pushing into me a little which made me even more so agonisingly horny. I
clenched my teeth and groaned into the pillow. John seemed to be feeling it
too, for he moved up from my ass, his tongue stitching a line of kisses up
my back until he was at long last mounted on my naked hips. He slid his
cock easily between my greasy buttocks, but still did not enter me.

He kissed the back of my shaved head and I moaned as he slowly, sensuously
as he finally worked his long, thin, beautiful cock into the tingling,
pulsing socket of my arse. I lay on my belly, pierced by John's penis, and
I wanted nothing else than to be there and at that moment. I was making
indescribable noises as he eased his cock in and out of me, fucking me long
and slow and hard, kissing me as he did so, murmuring in my ear about what
a fucking sexy bitch I was. At that momemt I came. A few moments later, I
felt him cumming deliciously inside me and I was wonderfully satisfied and
content.

He pulled out of me, got off and curled up next to me. Only then did I
realise how exhausted I was. Apart from the fact that I'd had sex five
times, which normally would be unprecedented, but this had been with men,
the emotional intensity of it had been as draining as the physical
exertion. My ass pleasantly ached and was slimy with cum. I had allowed my
mates to turn me into a panting, whimpering ass-slut. And, I loved it.

"I don't know anything any more," I murmured sleepily as John cradled me in
his arms.

"What do you mean?" he replied.

"I mean, am I straight, am I gay, who fucking knows. One things for sure,
that was the most amazing night of my life. But I know that next time I
walk down a street, I'm gonna be looking at the girls' asses, not the
guys'."

"Yeah, whatever you say. It's your choice, mate," he chuckled and patted my
bald head. I don't remember anything after that, I was so knackerd than I
dropped straight off.



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