Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 11:20:58 +0800
From: ES
Subject: Dr Snow (Adult-Youth/Young Friends)

DR SNOW

MEDICAL CHECK-UP

  Once a year, there'd we'd have a medical check-up. It was highly erotic
because all the boys would line up in only their white briefs. There was a
smell of boys and everywhere were tight buttocks and bulges. I was a tall,
gangly, fourteen year-old with long blond hair and pale blue eyes, and I
was infatuated with one of my room mates, a delicately built
brunet. Unfortunately, we were lined up alphabetically, so I was unable to
stand behind him in line. But I could see him ahead, his lovely bottom
encased in white cotton briefs, and his lovely phallus, long and slim with
a long foreskin, was curved to one side in front. I wanted to see the
doctor examine him. In fact, I wanted to be the doctor who would pull back
the long foreskin and expose the light rose glans, and cuddle those two
beautiful balls in his scrotum. I wanted to be the doctor who made him turn
round and bend over and expose his arsehole, and touch his
arsehole. Needless to say, all these thoughts had a swelling effect on my
phallus.
  And then it was my turn. In behind the curtain, and the doctor smiled at
me and then pulled down my briefs. Sexy! His soft fingers grasped my
foreskin and pulled it back. Then he cupped my balls and told me to
cough. My phallus was swelling slowly. And then he told me to turn round
and bend over, and he spread my buttocks and touched my arsehole several
times. The tip of his finger rubbed at the edge, heaven! Then he told me to
turn round, glanced at my swollen willy, and then pulled my briefs
up. Smiling, he told me to come and see him at his clinic. He gave me a
card with a day and a time. Excited, I ran back to my pile of clothes. He
wanted to examine me further! Was he going to stick things up my bum? I
wasn't in the least bit worried, rather, I was thrilled.
  The very next afternoon, I walked up to his house. Rang the bell and
waited. Then he opened the door and asked me to come inside. He told me I
was the only patient, and that his nurse had gone. We were alone. I was
taken into his clinic and asked to strip. Completely. Then he examined me
again, thoroughly. Height, weight, reflexes, the works, but he didn't touch
my genitals or my bum. I had lovely legs, a fine bottom, a pretty face,
nice lips, sweet freckles, you name it, he lavished praise upon my fourteen
year-old body. My anticipation of naughty things to come made my willy
swell some.
  Then he told me to lie on the couch. He attached some funny looking
things to the sides. He told me they were called stirrups, and then he put
my feet into the stirrups, and spread them wide. My legs were raised up and
my arsehole was exposed. This was naughty! But I pretended to be shy.
  Now he explained that he needed to examine me inside, and for that he
needed to give me an enema. First he said he needed to lubricate my
anus. He took a blob of vaseline from a jar and applied it to my
arsehole. He rubbed it round and round and slipped his finger inside. He
pushed his finger in and out of my arsehole, pressing on this side and
that, and then told me he was ready. By now my willy was almost hard.
  Dr Snow looked at my swollen willy. `Feels nice, doesn't it?' I blushed
beet red. Then he slipped a finger back inside and rubbed it round and in
and out, making me whine and squirm with pleasure. He explained that there
are many nerves in there, making it a highly erogenous zone, and that was
why it felt so nice.
  `Let's try two fingers.' And he pulled out his finger and inserted two
fingers. I sighed with pleasure.
  `Better, isn't it?' And now I no longer blushed. I nodded.
  `Three?' And then I got three fingers inside. Ah, this was so naughty! He
wriggled his fingers, and I dripped pre-cum.
  `Do you know what buggery is?' And I smiled nodding.
  `What is it?'
  `It's when one boy puts his willy up another boy's bottom.'
  `D'you know why a boy likes getting another boy's willy up his bottom?'
  `Because of all the erogenous nerves?'
  `Exactly, because of all the erogenous nerves in his arse.'
  He held a sort of black pipe up and told me it was a nozzle that was
going up my bum. He told me to move my hands down and spread my buttocks,
and then he slid the black pipe in, very slowly. In, in-out, in-out,
further in, in-out, in-out. Now I no longer tried to conceal my pleasure. I
sighed again and again. When he had slid it all the way in, he smiled as he
slid it almost all the way out and the again all the way in. He was
buggering me with the pipe! I moaned and moaned and he smiled. Then he told
me he was connecting the pipe to a flexible tube and told me to relax. He
was going to release warm water into my bum.
  I lay back and relaxed, and felt the warm water flow into me. This was no
longer a medical examination but a highly sexy situation. After a while, Dr
Snow told me to clench tight as I was full, and he was going to remove the
nozzle. And then he told me to try to keep the water inside as long as
possible. He rolled his chair over to the side of me and examined my
phallus. His soft fingers levered it upright and then he pulled back the
foreskin. He squeezed more pre-cum out, and rubbed it round and round with
his thumb. I squirmed. Then he fondled my balls with his other hand.
  `That's a fine specimen you've got there, Dennis. Well formed, a good
size, and functioning very well.' And he asked me about my masturbation
habits. I told him I masturbated two to three times a day, and upon his
further questions, I gave him details, for example, that I liked to stick
my finger up my bum while masturbating, and that I liked to bend my legs
back over my shoulders so I come into my mouth. I wanted to tell him really
naughty things, but I couldn't think of anything.
  Then it was time to evacuate the water, and I got down and ran over to
the lavatory. Dr Snow stood in the door as I sat on the lavatory. When it
was over, he told me to bend over, and he washed my arsehole with soap and
water, sliding two fingers inside, and then he wiped me clean. Back onto
the couch and a second enema, and more questions. Yes, I had done some
mutual sucking with other boys, but we had never swallowed each other's
sperm. No, I had never tried buggery. Yes, I thought I might enjoy
buggery. No, when we were younger, we used to play around a lot, but now we
didn't anymore. Yes, I was in love with another boy, but we never did
anything. I didn't dare try. All the while, Dr Snow was fondling my
genitals with his soft hands. Why didn't he toss me off, or suck me off?
  Then again I evacuated my bowels of water, which was clean this time, and
again up on the couch, with legs wide apart and arsehole exposed. Now Dr
Snow produced a white cylinder. He said it was for looking inside my
arse. And again he greased up my arse with his fingers, making me squirm
with lust, and slid the cylinder inside. He said there was a lamp in the
cylinder so he could see. He slid the cylinder back and forth and this way
and that, and then he said as far as he could see everything was fine. Then
he withdrew the cylinder.
  `Now we need to check that your reproductive organ is in good working
order.' I knew that meant my willy. Now what? Dr Snow left the room. He
returned with a big rubber penis.
  `D'you know what this is?'
  `It's a dildo.'
  `What's it for?
  `To stick up one's bum.' He chuckled. I told him one of my room mates had
once brought one and he'd stuck it up all our bums. But it hadn't been as
big as the one he had now.
  `I'm going to stick it up your rectum in order to check how your prostate
functions.' I no longer believed all his medical baloney, He was up to no
good, and I played along to humour him. He was going to fuck me up the
arse, and I hoped it would be sooner rather than later.
  Again he greased my arsehole, and then introduced the dildo. It wouldn't
go in. He slid his fingers inside and massaged my arsehole. Then he tried
again and it slid in very nicely. And he slid it in and out. I was sighing
with pleasure, and my stomach was covered in pre-cum, oozing from my
willy. Oh, why didn't he use his own?
  Then he moved up beside me and masturbated me with one hand, while
sliding the dildo in and out of my arsehole with the other. It was a matter
of seconds before I ejaculated. Gasping like one almost drowned, I shot
gobs of sperm onto my face, my chest, even beyond. By the time I was
finished, I was panting and exhausted. Dr Snow stopped wanking me but kept
on sliding the dildo in and out.
  `Very good, Dennis. You're a fine boy!' And he smiled affectionately at
me.
  `Did you like that, Dennis?' I grinned and nodded.
  `D'you want more?' And I nodded more vigorously. And then Dr Snow
proceeded to lick up my sperm from my face and then my chest and my
stomach. That was the end of make-believe. He stood beside me licking his
lips.
  `Yum, Dennis. Your sperm tastes delicious!'
  I squeezed his crotch. There was definitely a stiffy in there behind the
white coat.
  `You got me all excited, Dennis. When I examined you in school, you were
all excited, I could see it, and you got me all excited.' I slipped my
fingers inside and pulled at the zip. Dr Snow chuckled and then unbuttoned
his coat and put it on the chair. Then he unzipped his trousers and pulled
out his willy. It was big and very wet on the tip. I began to wank it. Big
and warm in my hand.
  He gasped. `Suck it, Dennis.' I leaned over but Dr Snow moved up beside
my head, and I turned my head and sucked his big dick. I had to open my
mouth very wide to accommodate the head of his dick. It was very smooth and
I made very loud sucking noises. Then I felt Dr Snow lean over and suck my
own dick. After a while, he stood up and smiled down at me.
  `D'you want to try buggery?' I was so excited, I wanted to try anything.
  I released his dick from my mouth and nodded. `Yes, please, Dr Snow.' And
he moved down and stood between my thighs. Then squeezed pre-cum from his
dick and rubbed it all over and onto my arsehole. He slipped his fingers
inside and massaged my arsehole and then he pressed his big dick against my
arsehole.
  `Ready?' I nodded with a smile. And he pressed. Nothing doing.
  `Relax your arse, Dennis. Pay attention to your anus and relax it. Push
out a bit, as if you were having a crap.' I giggled and then did as he
said. Schwup! His big dick slipped into me, and I gave a deep gasp.
  `Does it hurt?' I mouthed a long `No', and he put his hands under my
knees and pushed them back to my shoulders. And then he fucked me up the
arse, slap, slap. After a few strokes, an intense thrill ran through my
body, from the inside of my arse and up my spine, and again gasping like
crazy, I ejaculated like crazy. It seemed just to go on and on, and then Dr
Snow groaned and groaned, and I guessed he had shot his stuff up my bum.
  Once I was cleaned up and ready to go, Dr Snow pulled me onto his lap and
covered my face and neck with kisses. I was soon hard again, but I had to
run back to school for dinner. He pressed some banknotes into my trouser
pocket, and then we got up and went to the front door.
  At the door, I rubbed my hand up his crotch. `Can I come for another
check-up, Dr Snow?'
  And I came for many check-ups. At the back of his garden, Dr Snow had a
small gate. He told me come in that way, to prevent suspicions: young boy
at his front door again and again after consultation hours was too
risky. I'd call him during the day from a public phone, and we'd arrange
assignations, in the afternoon or evening, the best being Saturday or
Sunday afternoons.
  Dr Snow was not in love with me, for he never invited me into his bed or
lay with me in his arms. Our sessions were always in the clinic. The first
thing was always an enema. Number one was with warm water, and number two
was with urine. While I was holding the water inside, I'd suck his dick
till it was really hard and ready. Then he'd grease up my bum again and
stick it in and piss up my arse. He also initiated long rimming
sessions. He'd sit at the end of the couch, with my legs high up and spread
apart in the stirrups, and he'd slurp and lick my arse till I thought I'd
die with pleasure. Then he'd bugger me and usually I'd ejaculate all
over. If I didn't, he'd suck me off while fucking me with the big
dildo. Sometimes, he wanted me to masturbate. He took lots of
pictures. Then we'd wash and he'd get dressed. I had to remain naked. And
then he'd give me tea and cakes. It was really sexy to sit naked in his
sofa and eat and drink. He'd play porn videos with boys sucking and fucking
and rimming and kissing, really pretty boys. Sometimes, he'd play videos
he'd taken of him and me. Then we'd go back into the clinic and start all
over again. He squirted whipped cream up my arse, waited for it to warm up,
and then sucked it out again. He used cream or butter as lubricant, he said
it was better, because he could rim me afterwards. Vaseline, he said,
tasted no good.
  After three or four sessions, I arrived to find we had company. Two
smiling men of Dr Snow's age waiting to make love to me. I found it
intensely gratifying and erotic to be the focus of men so much older than
me, and I didn't really care that they were balding or a bit pudgy. As long
as they were clean and caring. So after two piss enemas, I found myself on
the cot with one man driving me wild with his tongue up my arse, the other
with his willy in my mouth, and Dr Snow sucking my willy and taking
photographs. Soon I was being buggered, and all three of them had two
goes. I became almost senseless with lust, spurting onto my stomach, and
three grown men gasping and groaning as they ejaculated six loads of sperm
up my arse. I just lay there all sweaty and sticky and warm and spent, my
legs still in the air, and then I felt sperm leak out of my arse. Dr Snow
stuck a finger in and pulled it out onto a saucer. I was told to lick the
saucer clean, like a cat. Yum, warm sperm that had just been up my arse!
Naughtier and naughtier. Then tea and cake and all three fondling me as I
ate and drank, cream up my arse, and back to business. Afterwards I licked
a saucer clean of cream and sperm mixed up. My arsehole was sore, but my
stiffy was unrelenting. Back at school, the hard seat in the dining hall
had me shifting, but I had no regrets. That night I dreamed of more men
sticking their willies up my arse and in my mouth. Being covered in sperm,
my whole face!

RANDY

    A week later, there was Mr Stevens (Dr Snow's age) and Randolph (two
years older than me, and still in school). The two men were fully dressed,
but Randolph was already stark naked. That was the rule of the house: `Boys
must at all times be undressed.' We all shook hands, as if it was perfectly
normal. `Call me Randy', he said.
  Randy was delicately built, with a delicate face, grey green eyes behind
long eye lashes, long thick eyebrows, and the most gorgeous broad mouth
with full boyish lips. His hair was dark brown pageboy style, and his ears
little monkey ears. He had fine hands with long delicate fingers, and his
willy was longish and thin, with a long foreskin just like the boy I was in
love with. He was normal boy thin and I immediately fancied him.
  Happy I was when Dr Snow told me to strip and sit with Randy, two naked
boys. There were several sort of umbrellas with a bulb inside and two video
cameras on tripods, and a very expensive looking regular camera. Today,
there was no enema for me. Randy had already had two. We were told to
follow instructions. First we had to kiss. I didn't know how, so Randy
taught me, and soon we were rolling our tongues around inside each others'
mouths, fondling each other's stiffies and arses. `Freeze!' was a frequent
command, and Mr Stevens would mill about videoing us, moving the lights
about, and Dr Snow took photographs. Randy and I would kiss and then stop
and smile at each other, and then again. Then I was told to give him a
suck. I burrowed down and inhaled the delicious smell of boy's lap, and
then pulled back his foreskin. The glans was like a rosy candy, with a
trickle of clear syrup. Hungrily I sucked like a new-born babe its mother's
tit, Randy's hands tousling my hair with passion. Then he said he was going
to come and Mr Stevens said change places. And I saw my willy disappear
into Randy's pretty mouth, his pretty eyes on mine, and I caressed his face
and his hair. When it was time to come, he pulled off and we snogged like
crazy, our mouths hot and wet. Now I was told to rim Randy's arse. Randy
lay on his stomach with two sofa cushions under his hips and his bum in the
air. Ecstatic, I caressed his lovely bum, rubbed my face in it, and then
spread his buttocks. I slid my face up and down the smooth divide and then
pressed my face against his arsehole, sucking it and licking it and probing
it with my tongue. I was panting with lust, the scent of boy's arse driving
me crazy. On some of the photographs that were taken, one could see only my
long blond hair and my chin, no sign of my face because it was buried
between his buttocks. Randy's mouth open with sighs of pleasure. I wanted
to rim him forever, but then I was told to bugger his glistening arsehole.
  Randy turned over onto his back and spread his legs wide like a ballet
dancer. I was told to squeeze out pre-cum from his willy and from mine, and
lather his arsehole and my willy with it. Randy was grinning all the while,
and every now and then we'd kiss. Then I positioned myself before him and
pressed my glans against his slick arsehole. This was my first time, and he
so lush! I pressed and slid at once right into the burning tight heat. My
pubes pressed against his arse, everything inside his little bum! It took
me by surprise, and I cried out as I ejaculated.
  `I came! No time!'
  Everyone laughed and Randy pulled my face down and snogged me. `Your
first time, Dennis! It was your first time!' And they told me to pull
out. I pulled out, still completely hard. My willy glistened and one side
was smeared with sperm. They told Randy to suck it clean. And this lush lad
got up on his knees and sucked the willy that had just been up his arse,
his brown lock swinging back and forth as he worked. They told him to suck
my balls and my arse, and doing so, he'd emerge again and again for us to
snog. I could smell my arse on his mouth and burned with lust. They then
asked me if I was ready for a second go. Was I! In I went again, but now my
willy was a bit numb, and I was able to give him a buggering, although not
very long. They told me to pull out before I came, which I did, and then I
had to move up and ejaculate over Randy's pretty face. I pulled out, and
after only one wank I spurted over his face. Into his hair, on his
eyebrows, and his nose and lips. How beautiful he looked! Grinning at me
behind gobs of sperm. We snogged and I was told to lick him clean. It was
so sexy, with the sticky sperm stretched in strings between us, Randy's
lips gooey with my sperm. And then I was told to lie down on my back and
Randy squatted over my face and wanked onto my face. I ran two fingers up
his spermy arse. He gasped and gasped, and then, oh, heaven, I felt his
sperm splash onto my face. I wanted him to cover my face, and then we
snogged and he licked me clean, and we lay in one another's arms kissing
each other's sticky faces. We were both still hard, and I wanted to begin
all over again. But they had to leave. They had a two-hour drive ahead of
them, and Randy had to be home for a family dinner. When they left, Randy
hugged me and snogged me and said, `You're really cute, Dennis, really
cute... Oh, so cute.' I just giggled nervously. What a lovely boy!
  Dr Snow told me he was the youngest son of a very well-to-do family, and
he made extra pocket money by participating in porn movies. But he was
choosy. He refused to have sex with Dr Snow or Mr Stevens. Only pretty
boys. He had seen photographs of me and had agreed to a session. We had in
fact just now made a porn movie. Dr Snow stuck a video in the machine and
there was Randy in a porn movie called Handy Andy, with two other boys. Dr
Snow said the black boy was my age, fourteen, and the ginger-haired white
boy the same age as Randy, sixteen. Dr Snow fast forwarded to a scene where
the black boy sucked the ginger boys' willy, and Randy worked his fist into
the ginger boy's arse. One finger, then two fingers, then three, four, and
then all five and the whole hand all the way in. It was called fisting. The
ginger boy was groaning and moaning frantically, and Randy grinned as he
slid his delicate hand back and forth inside the boy's bowels, occasionally
sucking the ginger boy's balls. The black boy stopped sucking and wanked
the ginger boy, and the ginger boy ejaculated up onto the black boy's
face. It hung in gobs on the black boy's lips and nose. Bright white and
clean on the boy's dark skin. He and Randy snogged, the ginger boy's sperm
smeared over their faces. I was now hard and dripping.
  `You wanna try?'
  `What?' Dr Snow made a fisting movement.
  `No thank you, Dr Snow. It's sexy but it's too much. It's not natural.'
  `Buggery's not natural.'
  `I think it is. It comes naturally. But sticking your hand up doesn't
come naturally.'
  He nodded. `Fisting is for those who've become jaded. They need extreme
sensations. And then you don't know what they'll do next.' As he spoke, Dr
Snow pulled my legs up onto his shoulders, spread them, and commenced to
rim me. I watched Randy on the screen. Now the young black boy was
buggering him, a long and thick mutilated willy sliding so deep into
Randy's arse, while the ginger boy was sucking Randy's willy. Randy was
tossing his head from side to side, his mouth half-open with desire. If
only Randy was at my school. Steamy kissing sessions after lights out, his
pretty face, his pretty bum.
  My experience with Randy's youthful beauty didn't really change things
with Dr Snow, because sex with him was mostly his pleasing me. I hardly did
anything, except give him a suck, and then squirm and moan with
pleasure. And it was my arse that was the main focus. (He said some men
called it a boy cunt, but he didn't like making any equation between a
woman and a boy.)
  Every session now, there were increasingly more men, and Dr Snow told me
he was charging a fee. That fee, he said, went into a bank account in my
name.
  `I'm a whore boy, then?'
  `No, Dennis. A rent boy does it for money; you do it for pleasure. The
fee the men are paying is just a kind of gift. If you were a rent boy, the
fee would be much larger. You come here because you like being buggered up
the arse, you like sucking dick, you like your piss enemas. You don't come
here for the money, do you?' So I accepted the gifts, and my bank account
grew. Perhaps one day I'd buy myself a couple of pretty rent boys and have
an orgy. But where were they? Where was the lovely Randy? I still dreamed
of him. Could two schoolboys check into an hotel for an afternoon?
  Six men were waiting in the clinic, and I was sucked and fucked
senseless. I lay there exhausted and replete, covered in sperm inside and
out, having drunk all their sperm from out of my arsehole. I wondered how I
could love Randy so and yet love this too. That was human love, this was
animal lust. Dr Snow and his cronies were only interested in my arsehole
and my mouth, for them too it was pure lust. Dr Snow forbad any kind of
roughness, but there was no tenderness either, just the drive towards
sexual satisfaction. Given the right circumstances, probably they wouldn't
mind raping a boy. And the boy? What I was enjoying wasn't far from rape,
was it? I could understand now why some boys liked being rent boys.
  A month after our session, Dr Snow concealed me in the back of his car,
and we drove into a very quiet neighbourhood in town. He said they needed
an introduction to the porn movie Randy and I had made. That was why I was
told to keep on my school uniform. But he replaced my tie with a plain blue
one, and stuck another badge over my own. It was the same sort of gold
embroidery, but a naked boy with a stiffy. Dr Snow smirked and said it was
from `Ephebhophilia College'. Mr Stevens had his camera, and I was told to
make as if I was closing the gate of a house further down and then I was to
walk down the road. I had a flute case in my hand, for that was the
story. I was a schoolboy called Dee who'd just come from a private music
lesson. Mr Stevens gave me instructions as I went along.
  First, a tennis ball came flying over a high wall and bounced onto the
road. I was to run after it and pick it up. And then I was to go back and
call out. `Is this your ball?'
  And Randy answered `Yes' from the other side. And then he appeared at the
gate. Oh, ravishing! Only baggy blue shorts, his thighs bare and
beautiful. No shirt and oh, so lovely. I wanted to run over and hug him and
kiss him. But we had to stop and stare at each other. `Love at first sight'
said Dr Snow. We both smiled shyly, `Hello', and then I went over and
handed the ball to Randy. He took it but I didn't let go. We stood there
looking into each other's eyes, each holding onto the tennis ball.
  Randy pulled at his crotch. `Wanna play?' And we ran into the garden. I
stripped off my jacket and tie and shirt, and we bounced the ball off the
back wall of the house. After a while, we lay down on the grass panting
with exertion. I could see Randy's white underpants inside his shorts. I
wanted to slip my hand inside and explore.
  `Wanna wrestle?' And Randy jumped on me and we rolled round. His body was
warm and slightly damp, smelling most scrumptious. I got a stiffy at
once. And I could feel Randy had one too. Then we were told to stop rolling
about but to lie quietly, Randy on top. Our faces very close and I wanted
to snog him again. Oh, those lips, those eyes! The microphone came near and
Randy rubbed his crotch against mine. `You've got a stiffy.'
  `So do you.' And he sat up on my chest.
  `Ever done it with a boy?' And he moved up so his knees pinned my wrists
to the ground. I looked right into his shorts and saw his stiffy straining
against his white underpants.
  `Done what?'
  `You know'. And he moved up so his crotch was pressing against my
chin. He flipped out his stiffy from under his shorts, and I could see the
outline of his glans under the white fabric. There was a wet patch.
  `Wanna suck each other off?'
  `All right.' I wanted to say `I'm gagging for a suck. I want to suck you
and lick you and rim you and fuck you and kiss you and everything,' but my
instruction was just `All right', schoolboy understatement. Then Randy
leaned over and rubbed his stiffy in my face. Heaven! The warm scent of his
crotch made me dizzy. My stiffy was leaking.
  `Let's go inside.' And he got up and took my hand and led me to the
house. And there the filming ended. I threw my arms round Randy and we
hugged each other, kissing each other's faces and snogging, stroking each
other's hair back and looking at each other with sparkling eyes. Did I love
him? Did he love me? I knew I didn't want to let go. But Mr Stevens
called. `All right, my pretty ones, time to go.' Randy grasped my head and
kissed me hard, and then we parted. I was told to walk out again and down
the road by myself. Down a cul-de-sac and Dr Snow was waiting in his car
and I climbed in under the blanket on the back seat. I was depressed. No
time with Randy. I wanted to see him every day, kiss him, hear his sweet
voice, watch his pretty face. But we couldn't. Too goddamn young they
said. Dr Snow said the men would go to gaol and I'd probably be taken into
child custody. `Child'! Me! I was almost fifteen years old. As if I didn't
know what was going on! It made me so angry, but Dr Snow said that's the
law, so be careful.
  The next Sunday afternoon, Randy was at Dr Snow's again, for we were
going to finish the introduction of the porn movie. He was already nude. We
were taken into the spare bedroom to put on the same clothes as before. I
had my school trousers in a bag. Before we changed, we hurled ourselves at
each other and lay in one another's arms on the bed. Being fully dressed
and holding Randy naked in my arms was intensely erotic. We both had
stiffies and I lowered my head and sucked his pretty willy. But I wanted
his face, and hugged him, and we stroked each other's faces and hair,
kissing each other's faces all over, a perpetual grin of delight on our
faces. Randy told me he'd made Mr Stevens promise he and I would have an
hour by ourselves after the filming. There wasn't much to do, just some
sucking and one ejaculation each, no buggery. Randy in his baggy little
shorts and I in my school trousers now walked into Dr Snow's living room as
if it was the house in town. Dr Snow told me to really go for it, `as if
you're really lusting for him'.
  `I AM really lusting for him. I am!' And Dr Snow laughed.
  Randy and I got inside and threw ourselves on the sofa. He embraced me
with his legs and we snogged like mad, feverishly pulling at each other's
clothes. I pulled free and tore off his shoes and socks, his shorts and
white underpants and then stood up and kicked off my shoes. Randy pulled
off my trousers and underpants. And he kneeled in front of me and sucked my
willy. Then he spread my legs and sucked my balls and further down, and
then he got behind me and spread my cheeks and licked my arsehole. I lay
down on the sofa with my arse on the armrest and my legs thrown back. With
his back to me, Randy squatted over my face, with his arsehole right over
my face. He lowered his arse so cheeks met cheeks and I slurped away
happily, breathing heavily through my nose, pressed between his buttocks,
and he spread my cheeks and really went to town on my arsehole. Mr Stevens
was wildly enthusiastic, filming up close. I had to pull away so he could
film Randy's slick little arsehole, gaping slightly, and then he filmed me
as I greedily plunged my face into Randy's arse. Now Randy moved his head
up and commenced sucking me off, fingers up my arse. It wasn't long before
I cried out, ejaculating six or seven times into his hot mouth, caressing
his head with my hands. He sat up and I saw on the film later that he let
my sperm drip out of his mouth and down his chin, and then opened his mouth
so Mr Stevens could film his sperm filled mouth. Then with a spermy grin,
he moved up and we had a long spermy snog, interrupted again and again by
the insistent camera. It was so sweet, and I felt warm and loving as I
never did with Dr Snow. When Randy had sucked my willy clean of sperm and I
had licked his face clean, again he lowered his arse over my face but this
time facing me, so I could look up and get eye contact He winked and then
began to masturbate. I slurped away happily, breathing heavily through my
nose, pressed between his buttocks and he masturbated. Then he leaned right
back, and with small cries ejaculated over his chest and face. I wriggled
up between his legs and sucked his willy clean and his hand. A nice pool of
sperm lay on his stomach and I was told to lick it all up, but slowly, so
the camera could catch my tongue as it lapped away. Slowly I filled my
mouth with Randy's sperm and then I was told to move up and let it all flow
out of my mouth and into his open mouth below. And then we had a long
spermy snog and sticky caresses and love light in our eyes.
  Part of the plot was now that Randy's character confessed to me that he
had seen me walking past before and had on purpose thrown the tennis ball
out onto the road to make me stop. Randy's character confessed to me that
he had on purpose stripped to nothing but his little shorts and had planned
that we should play and then wrestle and then make love. My character said
he was very pleased the plot had succeeded, and then we began snogging like
crazy. That then segued into the snogging that began the previous filming
we had done. The film was done. Then it was tea time, two naked boys and
two fully dressed grown-up men, very sexy. It made me think of boy harems,
when the king would sit and eat surrounded by naked boys. We'd drip cream
onto our naked breasts and lick it off each other. The men took
photographs.
  Randy and I demanded our promised hour of solitude, and were allowed to
go upstairs by ourselves. We showered together and lovingly washed each
other clean. We were both aroused when we retired to the bedroom, but we
just lay naked in each other's arms, caressing each other and whispering
sweet nothings to each other. Randy told me he fantasized about me all the
time and I told him I fantasized about him, and it wasn't long before we
declared our love to each other. And then we gave each other a long slow
wank, all the while kissing and nibbling each other. Our ejaculations were
gentle and drawn out. Lovingly, we licked up each other's sperm and let it
flow back and forth between our hot mouths. And then we swallowed and
hugged each other tightly. We exchanged phone numbers and declarations of
love and promises that we had to meet. Randy said his parents were out all
day almost every day, and surely I could come for week-ends. `I want to
sleep in your arms, Dennis.'

CREAM BUM

  On the Sunday after my fifteenth birthday, Dr Snow had arranged a special
birthday orgy. He had invited fourteen men. They had begun to arrive, and
were gathering in the clinic. There was also a birthday present from
Randy. Two vibrating balls to be stuck up the arse. Dr Snow greased them up
and then shoved them inside. Heaven! A wire came out of my anus, connected
to the controls. I lay on the sofa, playing with controls, and he showed me
the movie that Randy and I had made, Schoolboys in Love.
  It was weird and hugely arousing to see myself in action, and Randy's
pretty mouth full of my sperm and his pretty arse slick with my spit; his
lusty face when I rimmed him; his pretty lips pressed against my own
arse. I wanted to masturbate, what with the vibrating eggs up my arse, but
Dr Snow said keep my sperm for the orgy.
  And the phone rang. It was Randy to wish me a happy birthday. We talked
for half an hour; I could have talked for half a year. He said he was naked
in bed watching the same movie. He had a dildo vibrating up his arse and
was having a good wank. He asked me if I had tried the eggs. And I told
them they were sending waves of pleasure through me right then. A lovely
present. He wanted to do another film. Sure, anything. With him, I said I'd
do it for free. And he told me we'd do it in a fortnight. It was called
Cream Bum. Get the joke? Cream bun and cream bum. It involved squeezing
whipped cream up Randy's arse and my sucking it out. He and Mr Stevens were
working out the plot.
  `You wanna suck cream out of my arse?'
  `I love your little arse, sweetie. I'd suck anything out of your arse
sweetie, anything... except... except... you know.' I tittered. Yes, he
knew. Some guys liked shit, but he didn't. He'd have a couple of enemas
beforehand. Part of the plot was that I'd give him a piss enema too.
  `Piss up my arse. You wanna do that?'
  `I wanna sleep with you in my arms. I wanna hold your hand. I wanna marry
you and have your babies.' And we laughed. As we talked, Dr Snow manoeuvred
me down so I lay on my back on the sofa, and then he commenced sucking and
licking my arse, pulling at the wire. I sighed with pleasure.
  `What's up?'
  `Dr Snow rimming my arse. He's so damn good at it. And I've got those two
eggs too. Ah!' Randy said he refused to have sex with older men, only
boys. Mr Stevens was always trying to get into his pants. He'd even offered
a large fee.
  `Does Dr Snow pay you?' No. I did it for pleasure. Sometimes there'd be
others, and they'd give a gift. Just a gift. I'd do it without the gift.
  `Others?' Yeah, they'd all fuck me one after the other. I loved
it. Today, there was a special fifteenth birthday orgy. Fifteen men were
going to fuck me senseless.
  `You're a slut, you know that?'
  `Yeah, they say I am. A cum slut, they say. A boy slut.' And I
laughed. `A boy slut. I suppose I am.' And I told him how they'd make me
drink the sperm that had been up my arse.
  `Well then whipped cream should be a piece of cake!'
  `Cream cake!' And we giggled hysterically. We declared our love and Randy
hung up. It was time for my birthday orgy.
  Dr Snow took me inside the clinic. There were fourteen grinning men in
the clinic, stark naked. I was stripped and carried over to the couch and
my legs fitted into the brackets, and the brackets pushed out, so my legs
were spread wide and my arsehole fully exposed. And then the games
commenced. First, I was given two enemas of urine, each time three men
emptied their bladder up my bum. Once my bowels had been completely washed
out, Dr Snow proceeded to grease up my arsehole with butter, while a man
appeared beside me, pressing his dick against my face, and I began to
fellate him. After a while, he moved over and slid his phallus into my
arse, and another man appeared at my other side. I fellated him until the
first man ejaculated up my arse and then the second man moved down and
fucked me. I lost count after number eight because I was turned on and
panting with lust, having dripped a huge pool of pre-cum onto my stomach
and having had one paroxysmal orgasm, spurting semen even onto my own
face. My pre-cum was every now and then scooped up and rubbed into my face
and hair, as was my sperm. A glass bowl was placed under my arse, the cot
was tilted, and I was told to relax my arse so the sperm could flow out of
my arse into the bowl. Everyone had seconds, and some came even a third
time, so I was sodomized thirty odd times. They had kept themselves all
week, so each one ejaculated a goodly amount up my arse. At last, no one
came forth anymore, and I released the last batch of sperm into the
bowl. Then I was carried into the bathroom and into the bathtub, where a
man held me in his arms, The bowl of sperm was presented, and I was told to
drink until my mouth was full. Then I had to open my mouth so everyone
could see it was full of sperm, and then swallow. After five huge
mouthfuls, I had difficulty swallowing, and Dr Snow said it was enough. The
remaining sperm was poured carefully over my face, and over my hair. It
flowed down, and soon my whole body was covered in sperm. The man who held
me in his arms rubbed the sperm into my hair till it was completely soaked
and sticky. I was panting with lust, my spermy phallus hard as steel. When
I spread my legs, strings of sperm appeared, and between my fingers and my
lips. Strings of sperm swung from my chin. Once my whole body was slick
with sperm, I was told to masturbate. With my spermy right hand I gripped
my spermy phallus and began to masturbate, sliding spermy fingers into my
spermy arse. The sensation of being the centre of sexual attention by all
these men, held in a spermy embrace, everyone all the time videoing and
taking snapshots, was a huge turn-on for me. And soon I cried out and
ejaculated wildly. I grinned at my audience, and then pulled my spermy
fingers out my spermy arse and sucked them dry.
  After I had been washed and dried, I was again cuddled naked in the arms
of a man, this time on the sofa in the sitting room, where Dr Snow had
erected a screen, and we all watched a slide-show of all the photos that
had been taken. I was hugely aroused by the sight of myself being buggered
by all these men. The sight of my own arse being penetrated by someone's
phallus, its dripping with sperm, my face contorted with lust, mouth wide
wide open sucking someone's phallus, and especially the final photos of my
face covered in a thick film of sperm, drinking a thick stream of warm
sperm.
  Someone asked me if I wanted to do this again, and I said yes, please,
but more men. And everyone laughed. And indeed, we had several more
sessions, once with more than twenty men participating. Each time, Dr Snow
would give me the money the men had gifted, and my bank account was
growing. My favourite part of the sessions was drinking the sperm out of
the bowl and being covered in it. And now they all pissed on me afterwards,
a spray of warm piss to rinse off the sperm. Dr Snow was concerned about my
arse, seeing that I was receiving so many adult phalluses, but although I
was always sore afterwards, it was a pleasant sore, and no damage was done.
  Then the Sunday arrived for making the cream bum film. Randy was lying on
the couch receiving his second enema. His phallus was hard and as I kissed
him, I caressed it. Then I moved down and sucked it, and down and sucked
his balls, and he whispered for me to stop.
  He giggled: `I'm full of water!' Then Dr Snow removed the nozzle, and I
sat beside Randy, rubbing his stomach gently.
  `And now you're gonna piss up my arse, and then cream up my arse. What
next?'
  I rubbed my crotch. `I'm gonna stick this one up your arse too. And fill
you up with love cream.' And we giggled. After ten minutes, he went out to
evacuate all the water. It was all clean, and I washed his lovely little
arse. Then we went out into the clinic and he put on his little blue shorts
and a white T-shirt. How lovely he looked!
  We got the giggles as I pissed up his bum and I held my phallus inside
like a plug. Randy's knees were on his shoulders, and I lowered my head
down between in order for us to snog. Then I pulled out, Randy clenched,
and squatted over a basin, to be filmed emptying out my piss. He lay down
on the cot again, I fitted his feet into the stirrups, spread them wide
again, and marvelled at the sight of his lovely little anus. I licked the
whole area clean and then it was cream bum time. The cream squirter meant
for decorating cakes had its nozzle pushed into Randy's arse, and slowly I
squeezed the bag empty of all the whipped cream. And then Randy threw his
legs back again and relaxed his arse so it gaped slightly and the white
vanilla flavoured cream was visible. Barely able to contain myself, I sat
down and sucked out a mouthful. It was warm and yummy. I held my mouth open
for the camera, and then gulped it down, and then another mouthful, which I
let fall from my open mouth into Randy's open mouth. As we proceeded, I
would again and again lick his arsehole clean of cream and give him a good
rimming. I didn't touch myself in the process, for I was so aroused, I
thought I'd come if I touched myself. One mouthful of warm cream I let flow
out of my mouth and over Randy's phallus, and then I sucked it off with
great noise and gusto. He was leaking pre-cum, and as I fellated him,
fingering his creamy arse, he cried out. Quickly, I pulled away and he
spurted onto my face. A spermy grin for the camera, and then I moved over,
and Randy licked his own cum off my face, and we had a sticky snog, strings
of sperm drawn out between our mouths.
  Eventually, the cream bum yielded no more and I slid my phallus
inside. Hot and tight and very slippery it was, and squelched as I buggered
him. It wasn't long before I was ready to come, so I pulled out and over
beside him and he pulled my phallus down to his face and wanked it till I
came into his mouth. Then he sucked my entire phallus clean of the cream
that had been up his arse. And then we snogged, exchanging cum and cream,
and both gulped it down, our faces slick and shiny, smiling to the camera.
  The men went wild with enthusiasm. They both expressed a loud wish to
have a go at Randy's cream bum, but he just laughed: `No way, no
way. Dennis is my only man. Only Dennis.' I sat down between his thighs and
gave him a good long rim job, till he was hard again, and then I sat on his
thighs, pressed our phalluses together, and wanked them with both
hands. Randy caressed my head. It was unplanned, but the men kept on
filming. I came very quickly, and then continued wanking in the squidgy
sperm, and then Randy came, and we shared all the sperm. And that was the
end.
  Randy had already secured an hour's solitude for us both, and after
bathing, we just lay on Dr Snow's bed in our underpants, spooning, hardly
saying a word. We made arrangements for me to visit him at home at the next
week-end. From Friday evening till Sunday afternoon. Two nights with my
beloved!
  The sweetest was lying in one another's arms on the sofa in our
underpants, watching TV and chatting quietly. I'd hug him fiercely, unable
almost to bear my infatuation. And our lovemaking was so gentle and sweet
and drawn out. For hours we'd suck and fuck and kiss and rim and almost
lyrical ejaculations, swilling the ejaculate round and round in one
another's mouths. And lie sticky in one another's arms, snoozing and
canoodling. And that spelt the end of my boyslut period.
  The next time I was fucked senseless by lusty men, I was not disgusted so
much as disappointed at the heartlessness of it all. There they were
thrusting their phalluses up my arse, in deep concentration as they helped
me release their sperm, in deep concentration as they made me drink their
sperm and covered my body in it, but not one of them was interested in me,
the boy, only his orifices, only his boyish bottom and phallus. No doubt,
by the time I was sixteen, they'd have found another, for I'd be too old
for them then. Yes, I'd had fun, but now I'd learned the difference. It was
too bloody scientific the way they sought to please themselves with me, the
clinic was like a workshop, the cot I lay on with my feet in the stirrups
was like a work bench, and always there were some who wanted to stick their
hand inside. I'd had enough, and I told Dr Snow. Dr Snow was sympathetic
but worried. He worried that I'd turn round and accuse them all of having
abused me. No, I said. I'd never felt abused. I had never felt coerced. I
had loved it, hadn't I? It had been my pleasure too, intense pleasure. Had
I not asked for more and more men to fuck me? But now I'd fallen deeply in
love, and it felt no good anymore. I had a goodly amount of money in the
bank, which I had never asked for nor expected, and for that I was also
very grateful. I begged Dr Snow please not to worry. After all, it was
through him that I'd met the love of my life.
  I hadn't touched my bank account, keeping the money for something
special. And when Randy had turned eighteen, I paid for a week's holiday on
Ibiza, just the two of us. We stayed at a gay hotel, surrounded by gays
from all over the world, and what heaven it was to be able to walk about
hand in hand without having to worry. There were many gorgeous young men
there, and several suggested a threesome or a foursome, but we refused. We
wanted no one but each other. And sex took second if not third place. Just
being with Randy kept me in a perpetual state of enchantment. Every day,
seeing him lying beside me in bed or on the beach, in his white underpants
or his pink Speedos, so beautiful and so sweet and loving, I one day asked
him to marry me. `What for?' he said. I said I don't know. But it seemed
somehow more romantic, more something or other. And he agreed. And I
embraced him from behind, he pressed his little bum against my crotch, and
we went to sleep.