Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2008 09:37:07 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Council Flat. Part two.

THE COUNCIL FLAT. Part  Two.

The following is a homosexual  fantasy; if you are not allowed to read this
sort of material, for any reason,  please leave now. Because it is a fantasy
all the sex depicted will be  unprotected. In real life please practice
safe-sex.
Tez left me at the bottom of my  road after suggesting that I wanked off as
little as possible before I got to  Dave's flat on Sunday. Tez smiled and
squeezed my shoulder as he left. His touch  made my cock, which had been half hard
all the way home, spring to attention. I  was in good time to cook dinner for
Dad and myself, but before I started I had  to do something about my hard-on,
it just wouldn't go away. My mind was in  confusion about what had happened in
the flat, and I kept thinking about how  good the skinheads' spunk had
tasted. I was also wondering about what would  happen on Sunday; I was still a bit
frightened, but also very  excited.
In my bedroom I stripped off, my  cock was very stiff and leaking precum.
When I peeled my foreskin back more  precum oozed from my cock slit. I collected
it with my thumb and forefinger then  sucked it off; I'd rather have had some
of Kev's or Tez's spunk to eat! I sorted  an old pair of swimming trunks out,
they were far too small for me, but I hadn't  got around to throwing them out
yet. I struggled into them and arranged my  hard-on. Then I put on a pair of
baggy shorts and a baggy T shirt, clothes that  I normally wore around the
house in the summer, thankfully they did a good job  of hiding my hard-on.
After dinner Dad washed and  dressed my elbow, it wasn't as bad as I'd
thought. Then, when I'd done my  homework, I joined him on the settee and we
watched TV. My cock would get hard  then soften a bit then get hard again all night
long. I couldn't concentrate on  the TV; I kept imaging scenes from the flat.
Thankfully it was eventually my  bedtime; I kissed Dad goodnight and went
upstairs. I used the bathroom, then,  finally, I was alone in my bedroom. I
stripped quickly and stood in front of my  full length wardrobe mirror admiring my
stiff, precum dripping cock. I  remembered what Tez had said about wanking off
but I knew that although I'd cum  4 times at the flat I'd have to have a wank
or I'd never sleep. But I made a  resolution that I wouldn't wank off again
after tonight; I wanted to save my  spunk for someone to suck out of my cock
at the flat.
I got into bed after  retrieving the old tea-towel I used for wanking off
into from my bedside  cabinet. It was stiff from 3 days dried cum and needed
washing. I'd have to do  it sometime tomorrow, probably when Dad fetched the
papers. Lying back on top of  my duvet I put my cum-cloth over my mouth and nose; I
closed my eyes and inhaled  deeply. Instantly I was back in the flat. I
imagined sucking Tez's big cock  while Kev was fucking him. Once again I was
fascinated by the sight of Kev's  thick, juicy cock pistoning in and out of Tez's
bumhole. I grabbed my cock with  one hand and started wanking; with my other
hand I fondled my man sized balls.  Then I had an idea, letting go of my balls I
pushed my middle finger under the  cum-cloth into my mouth and generously
coated it with saliva; then I pushed it  straight up my bum. It went in fairly
easily and I began to finger fuck my  bumhole.
I came in minutes, my fifth cum of  the day, but I still produced a big load.
My thin young spunk landed all over my  body, then ran down my hand. I pulled
the finger out of my bumhole and removed  the cum-cloth from my face. I didn't
 use it to clean myself until I'd scooped up  as much as I could with my
hands and fingers and fed it to myself. I stretched  and yawned then I got under
the covers. I think I was asleep the minute my head  touched my pillow.
I awoke to the sound of Dad  calling me. He shouted up the stairs that my
breakfast was ready and informed me  that he was going for the papers. I heard
him leave, but I didn't hear his car  start which meant he was walking; that
gave me a good 40 minutes to myself. I  threw the covers off and glanced at the
clock, it was half past eight. I had another hard-on which I tried to  ignore.
Grabbing my cum-cloth I padded into the bathroom and ran a basin of hot  water
to soak it in. I was desperate to piss, but my hard-on would make it
impossible to do it in the pan. So I did what I was made to do at Dave's flat; I  got
into the bath (our shower was over the bath) and my strong jet of piss was
soon splashing off the back wall tiles.
When I'd finished I rinsed my  cum-cloth out and wrung it out as dry as I
could; then I swilled my face. I  carried my cum-cloth back into my bedroom which
overlooks the local park. I  opened a window and, thankful that it was going
to be another fine summer's day,  I hung it out to dry; Dad wouldn't see it
there. Pulling on my old trunks I  adjusted my hard-on as best I could, grabbed
my dressing gown and went down for  breakfast. I'd just about finished when
Dad walked in with the papers which he  read while I washed up and made him a
coffee.
Then I went back upstairs to  shower and get dressed. I put the trunks on and
sorted out my baggy shorts and  another baggy T- shirt and went back
downstairs. As I descended the stairs I  heard Dad talking on the phone which was in
the lounge. He called me in, and,  masking the speaker he told me that he'd
been offered another well paying  foreigner tomorrow. It meant that he wouldn't
be home until seven-thirty at the  earliest; did I mind? I told him it was OK
by me, I'd be playing football with  my mates in the afternoon and then I'd go
home with Stuart, my best friend, to  play games until 7pm. Dad knew we did
that often, I knew he wouldn't phone  Stuart's parents to check. I just
thought I'd have extra time at Dave's  flat.
We were visiting my Gran in the  morning, then, after lunch, Dad was taking
me to the pictures to see Oliver.  Then we'd go home, do the housework, and Dad
would go and fetch a Chinese for  our supper. The day went well, the only
problem was my almost continual hard-on  which made me wriggle and squirm so much
in the cinema that Dad finally asked me  what the matter was. I blushed, then
lied that I thought I'd got piles; he told  me where to find the ointment in
the bathroom cabinet. I fell in love with Jack  Wild as the Artful Dodger.
When we'd finished the Chinese Dad  had another look at my elbow and told me
to leave the bandage off, it would heal  quicker. When it was time for bed I
went up to my bedroom and stripped off. How  I stopped myself wanking my rock
hard cock, which was aching to cum I don't  know, but I did. I went into the
bathroom, climbed into the bath and pissed up  the wall as quietly as I could.
Back in my bedroom I retrieved my cum-cloth and  put it into my wardrobe so I'd
have to get out of bed to get it, which would  make me think twice about
wanking I hoped. I got into bed and lay there unable  to sleep. My mind was on my
cock, I wanted to cum so much. I heard Dad come up  to bed about an hour
later, I still couldn't sleep, but I'd still managed not to  touch my aching cock.
I guess I dropped off an hour or so after that, still  without wanking off.
Sunday morning I didn't awaken  again until Dad called me telling me my
breakfast was ready. Looking at my clock  I couldn't believe my eyes, it was
nine-thirty! I heard Dad leave the house and  then I heard the car start up; I hadn'
t got much time. It was already warm and  it must have been a warm night
because I'd thrown my covers off. I stared at my  rampant cock, my foreskin was
peeled back and my precum coated bulbous knob was  bright red, it ached, as did
my big balls. When I got out of bed I noticed a  large precum stain on my
sheet. I went into the bathroom and as I pissed up the  wall I started the shower,
cold water only. When I'd finished pissing I finished  showering; the cold
water had made my cock a little softer. I put on my trunks,  grabbed my dressing
gown and headed downstairs. Just as I reached the hall Dad  walked in, he
ruffled my hair calling me "sleepy head".
By the time I'd finished my  breakfast Dad was upstairs showering. I washed
up and made him sandwiches and a  flask of coffee for work, the usual Sunday
routine. By now it was quarter to eleven. Dad came downstairs, asked  me if I
was sure I'd be OK; I told him yes. He kissed my cheek, gave me a couple  of
quid and left. I was just about to go back upstairs when the phone rang. It  was
Kev; on hearing his gruff voice my cock went rock hard again. He told me to
wear the same clothes as Friday, but no y-fronts, when I began to protest his
voice went hard, so I dropped it. I guessed I'd have to find some other way to
 hide my bulge. I told him about Dad working later which meant that I didn't
have  to be home until 7p.m. He said that's  good, and told me to tell Mr.
Jones. He told me that when I was dressed I was to  go to the park entrance where
Dave would be waiting for me in his maroon  Mercedes. I was to call him Mr.
Jones; he wanted to meet me and then he was  going to drop me at the flat. Kev'
s last words before he put the phone down on  me were:
"Be there at eleven sharp, don't  be late, or else."
I was getting scared again. I flew  upstairs and got dressed, I put my watch
on; it had been in my blazer pocket on  Friday. Although my cock was only 4 ½
inches long it bulged out of my short  nylon shorts obscenely as did my man
sized balls; and there was already a  growing precum stain. I ran downstairs and
picked up an old newspaper out of the  lounge to hold in front of my bulge. I
left the house and locked the door;  dropping my keys into my back pocket
which I zipped up. Feeling foolish with the  paper held in front of my tented
shorts I headed for the park; thankfully there  were only a couple of adults
about and they didn't seem to notice my aroused  state.
As I turned the corner to get to  the park entrance, about a minute away, I
glanced at my watch. Two minutes to  eleven, I breathed a sigh of relief. I
could see the Mercedes parked between me  and the park entrance. It was very posh
and had blacked out windows; a tall man  was stood leaning against it. As I
neared him I got time to look him up and  down. The first thing that struck me
was that he was half-caste; he was probably  in his early thirties. He was 6
ft 2 in tall with what looked like a hard  muscular body. His head was shaved
and he had pirates earrings like Kev's, but  much thicker. He was handsome in
rough way, more the villain than the hero. He  was wearing a short denim jacket
over a tight white T- shirt and tight denim  jeans with shiny black cowboy
boots. He had an impressive bulge in his tight  jeans. I stopped in front of
him. I began to tremble a bit, and my voice wobbled  all over the place when I
coughed then spoke.
"Er, Mr  Jones?"
"Yeah, and you must be Paul; nice to see  that you're punctual. And in
future I want you to call me  Sir"
"Er, yes  Sir."
I was getting more scared. His  voice was deep with a London accent.  He
looked me up and down; then he reached out and snatched the paper from my  hand,
dropping it into a nearby waste bin and eyed my blatant erection. I went
scarlet.
"Mmm, nice, just like Kev and Tez  said."
He opened the front passenger  door.
"Hop in boy and I'll drop you at  the flat."
As I climbed into the car he  fondled my buttocks with a large meaty hand.
Pushing me inside I heard him  murmur to himself.
"Mmm, like they said, nice, very,  very nice."
He closed my door and went and got in the  driver's seat. The upholstery was
black leather; I guessed it was a very  expensive car. As he drove he told me
that an old friend of his Dad's would be  in the flat when I got there. He'd
want to take some photos of me in my clothes  and then nude.
"Do you have a problem with that  boy?"
I was at a loss; an old friend of  Mr. Jones's father's, how old was he
then? But, on the other hand what were a  few photos? I think my straining cock
was taking over my  mind.
"Er, no, well I don't think so. But I  wouldn't want my face showing."
"Haven't you forgotten something  boy?"
"Oh, yes Sir, sorry Sir. Will Kev  and Tez be there while the man's
photographing me,  Sir?"
He chuckled to himself, and I was  getting more frightened. Another man; an
old man at that; and nude photos!  Whatever next I thought? I soon found out.
"Yes they'll be there; and no,  your face won't be in the photos. (Like hell
it wouldn't I later found out.)  Would there be a problem if my Dad's
friend, he's called Dutch, wanted to suck  you off after photographing you?"
I didn't know what to think, my  cock and balls were aching to cum, and I
wanted sex with Kev and Tez, but I  didn't fancy doing stuff with an old man
around. Mr. Jones seemed to read my  mind.
"Don't worry; he'll be leaving  right after so you'll have Kev and Tez all
to yourself. So, will you let him  suck you off boy?"
In for a penny, in for a pound I  thought.
"Er um, I suppose it's all right  Sir."
"Good boy, when you get to the  flat just tell Kev that I said all systems
go, everything's cool. Oh, don't  forget to call Dutch Sir too; that's unless
he tells you  different."
"Yes Sir; oh Kev said I should let  you know that my Dad will be working even
later, so I don't have to be home  until seven at the latest, Sir."
Mr Jones grinned down at  me.
"That's good news boy, more play  time for you and the lads. Oh you'd better
tell Kev that I'll probably be at  home tonight."
By now we were pulling into the  car park of the block of flats. Mr. Jones
parked and turned towards  me.
"OK boy, now pull your shorts down  and show me your cock before you go up to
the flat. Nobody can see in through  these windows."
He was so matter of fact about it  that I was easing my shorts out and down
over my hard cock before I realised  what I was doing. Mr. Jones leered.
"Mmm, very nice, very  tasty."
He reached across with one hand to  fondle and squeeze my balls; with the
other hand he pulled my foreskin back  producing a gush of my precum. I groaned
as he collected my precum off my  exposed knob between his thumb and finger and
licked it  off.
"What a lovely stiff little cock  you've got boy; and any man would be proud
of your big balls. No wonder you came  as much as the lads told me! Now pull
your shorts back up and I'll walk you to  the lifts; it's a bit rough around
here."
I pulled my shorts back up and got  out of the car; Mr. Jones admiring my
balls had made me feel proud somehow. As I  straightened you could almost see my
hard cock through my precum soaked nylon  shorts. In fact my exposed knob
clearly showed through the wet  material.
"Go on ahead boy, I'll just lock  up."
As I turned into the entrance to  the flats two rough looking blokes in their
twenties came out of the doors. They  saw me and their mouths dropped open,
then they looked at me evilly. One of them  pointed to my rampant cock and was
just about to say something when Mr. Jones  turned the corner. Their manner
changed immediately they saw him; if they'd have  had caps I'm sure that they'd
have doffed them. They spoke in  unison.
"Good morning Mr.  Jones."
Mr. Jones walked up behind me and  put his hand on my shoulders.
"This is my young friend Paul; you  may be seeing a lot of him around here
soon. I hope that you'll see to it that  nothing bad happens to him? And be sure
to let your mates know  too."
"You can rely on us Mr.  Jones."
And they were gone. To hide  my anxiety while we waited for the lift I asked
him who else lived on his floor.  He explained that next door was an old lady
who was deaf as a post, and that the  other two flats on his side of the block
were occupied by business acquaintances  of his. He added that he had a lot
of influential friends on the Council  especially the Housing Department. Then
I asked how long Mr Jones had lived in  the flat. He laughed heartily and
explained that he didn't live here; he just  used the flat when he was in the
Midlands on business. He  told me his house was in Brighton and added that he had
an apartment in Amsterdam too. At  that the lift arrived; Mr Jones fondled my
bum as he pushed me  inside.
"Off you go; be a good boy and do  as you're told; you'll find it rewarding."

The lift doors shut and I was off  to the top floor. Kev answered my knock,
opening the door wide. He was naked  save for a thick, black leather dog collar
covered in studs, wristbands the  same, and a pair of tight black leather
shorts. My jaw dropped and my eyes shot  open; I started to get scared again.
"Right on time kid, go on into the  living room while I get out of these."
He saw the look on my  face.
"Don't worry about the leather gear kid;  Tez and me have been doing some
S&M photos for Dutch. You won't be getting  involved in that sorta stuff. We'll
all join you in a couple of minutes. There's  a beer in the fridge if you
want it."
I remembered what Mr. Jones had  said.
"Er, Kev, Mr. Jones said that I  was to tell you all systems go, everything'
s cool, and that he'd probably be at  home tonight. That's in Brighton isn't
it?"
Kev looked at me funnily, almost a  leer, and nodded, then he turned and went
down the corridor. I went through the  living room into the kitchen and got
myself a beer; I thought I was going to  need it. I'd heard of S&M at school,
but didn't really know what it was  about and I was glad that I wouldn't be
doing any of that. I stood looking out  of the window drinking my beer; the
window overlooked a derelict factory and a  car-park. There was a cough and I
turned; Kev and Tez had entered carrying a  load of photographic equipment; they
were naked with half hard cocks. They were  followed by a man in his 70s I
guessed. He was short and thin with a pot-belly;  he was dressed all in denim. His
thick hair was pure white and pulled back into  a ponytail. His light blue
eyes were clear and sharp, and they glittered as he  looked me up and down. He
licked his lips.
"Mmm, beautiful, beautiful; let's  start shooting straight away. Finish your
drink Paul, then I want you to stand  on that table over there and I'll begin.
"
"Y y yes Sir" I stuttered, my  voice rising and falling.
I gulped my beer down, then self  consciously walked over to where he pointed
and climbed onto the table. I was  trembling slightly, but my cock was still
rock hard. Dutch took a camera from  Tez and approached me.
"Now Paul try to relax; stand with  your legs slightly apart and let your
arms hang loose by your  sides."
He started to take photos of me  talking soothingly all the time and I began
to relax, it wasn't so bad. He  walked around me then concentrated on
photographing my precum stained crotch.  The skinheads put the equipment onto the
bench by the table and then Tez went  into the kitchen and came out with beers for
him and Kev. They put their arms  around each others shoulders and watched as
Dutch continued to photograph  me.
Dutch had me pose with my hands on  my hips, and then with my arms in the
air, finally he had me bend over and grab  my ankles and took photos of my bum.
That made me blush; but my cock was still  rigid. He ran out of film and told
me to stand up and rest while he changed the  film. When Dutch was ready he
told me to slowly strip off my T-shirt then my  pre-cum soaked shorts. Finally I
stood naked before him, my rigid cock quivered  in the air. His eyes widened
as he looked at my big balls. He put out a hand and  squeezed them gently,
rolling them in his hand.
"Mmm, big beautiful balls boy,  beautiful, I bet you make a load of young boys
' spunk with  them!"
Dutch let go and told me to pull  my foreskin back; I did and he sighed with
pleasure when a string of precum  started to descend from my cock-slit towards
the floor. Dutch made sure he got  lots of photos of that!
He had to change films again and  when he'd reloaded he made me pose like
before. As I bent over and grabbed my  ankles he took several photos then got Kev
and Tez to pull my arse cheeks as far  apart as they'd go. I blushed
furiously again, but I'd stopped feeling  frightened. For the last half dozen shots
Dutch got me to slowly work my  foreskin back and forth. I was that horny I
almost shot my load, and I produced  lots of precum which really pleased him. At
last he'd  finished.
"Good boy Paul, I'll send you a  copy of the photo set via Mr. Jones when I'
ve developed them. Now thrust your  hips forwards, I want to taste your sweet
boycum."
I could still feel my cheeks  burning as I put my hands on my hips and thrust
my crotch towards him. He ducked  his head and I felt my cock being engulfed
by his warm mouth. He grabbed my  buttocks and kneaded them as he started to
suck. I don't think I lasted more  than 10 seconds before I grabbed hold of his
head, threw my head back and  started to moan. My whole body shuddered as my
boycum blasted from my cock and  Dutch swallowed it all making slurping
noises. When I finished cumming he pushed  my foreskin back and ran his hand firmly
up and down my cock shaft, milking  every last drop of boycum from my cock. I
dropped my hands to my sides. My legs  felt shaky, I'd cum that intensely. My
exposed knob got sore and I had to  whimper which finally made him stop. He
let go of my buttocks and stood up  licking his lips. My knees went weak and I
started to sway, Kev spoke to  Tez.
"Help the kid off the table Tez  before he falls over."
Tez grabbed me around the waist  and lifted me off the table and onto the
floor. He did it easily, he was  surprisingly strong. He held me against his body
and I could feel his big cock  throbbing away in the small of my back. Dutch
spoke to me as Tez was lifting me  off the table.
"Very good boy, you make a lot of  very tasty boycum. I wish I could stay and
drain your balls dry but I have to  go. Do you like being sucked off and
sucking cock and eating  mancum?"
Still blushing I stammered out my  reply.
"Er  ... y  ... yes Sir."
"Good, good. Now Kev, walk me to  the door, I want to have a word."
As they went towards the door Tez  let go of me.
"Bet you're thirsty after that;  I'll get you a beer."
While Tez went into the kitchen I  watched Kev and Dutch at the door. I saw
Dutch hand Kev some money; then they  mouth kissed and Dutch left. Tez came up
to me and handed me a beer, he'd got  one for himself and he handed one to Kev
who'd joined us. I glanced down; both  of their big cocks were hard. Tez's
foreskin was peeled back and they were both  oozing precum. Kev held out his
hand, there were two fivers in  it.
"Here kid, a present from Dutch;  don't spend it stupidly in case your Dad
wonders where it's come  from."
"Oh, right, I  won't."
I took the money from him, found  my shorts and put it into my back pocket. I
didn't know what to think; getting  money for letting someone suck me off!
"Good. I don't know about you kid,  but Tez and me are starving. We're going
to eat. Are you hungry  too?"
I suddenly realised I was hungry  so I nodded. We finished our beers, I was
feeling a bit light headed, and went  into the kitchen.
In the kitchen Kev and I sat at  the table and Tez got three plates of
pre-prepared ham salad from the fridge. He  made some bread and butter and we all
tucked in. They had another beer, but I  refused and had water instead. We soon
finished the salads and Tez got three  bowls of sliced bananas out of the
fridge and put them on the table. Kev stood  up in front of me.
"Tez and me are going to have ice  cream with ours, but you're going to have
lots of hot man cream with yours kid.  We haven't cum today yet, we've saved
it all for you. Now start sucking our  cocks!"
I surprised myself by not being  grossed out at the thought of eating cum
covered bananas; I just liked the taste  of mancum however it was served up! They
stood side by side in front of me and  shoved their big hard cocks towards my
mouth. As I alternately sucked on their  big cocks they wanked each other's
cocks at their bases. They must have been  worked up; they were both oozing
lots of precum, which I eagerly swallowed. They  kept trying to push both cocks
into my mouth at the same time but I couldn't  take them. They must have been
very worked up because their breathing got ragged  quickly. Tez grabbed my bowl
and took over wanking his own cock. Within seconds  he was shooting rope
after rope of mancum onto my bananas. He'd just finished  when Kev grabbed the
bowl from him and added another big load of mancum to  Tez's. When he'd finished
he put the bowl in front of  me.
"I want you to eat it all up kid,  and then lick the bowl clean!"
Luckily for me I liked bananas,  and I was starting to love cum!

End of part two.

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