Date: Tue, 6 Jun 2006 13:06:30 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Me <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: james chapter 18

'James' by Nathan

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James: Chapter 18

Danny released the nipple he had so far monopolised and crept round in
between James' legs to where his brother was still devouring James'
dick. Chris moved aside a little, letting his little brother in. Danny sank
his head and licked around the base of the pole his brother was still
sucking. Danny's tongue ran down to the sack that the teen was fondling and
lower to the seam that ran down, down, down further until Danny reached
James' anus. He lifted James' other thigh so that the boy's leg was over
his shoulder now and he explored the crevice with his wet tongue. James had
never experienced anything like this. He was acutely aware of everything,
every touch, every flick of a tongue every breath on his skin. He felt like
he had never been alive before, but this was.... beyond description.

As James lay, being serviced by so many hands and mouths, the muted colours
he had seen in the room before were now richer somehow and the little
splashes of accent colour provided by cushions and were coming to life,
spreading their colour into the spaces between them. He had never been so
aware of everything. James laughed and thrust his hips up towards
Chris. John stood up from his chair and knelt down beside his son. He
stroked James' tummy, across, up and down and leaned in between the other
boys until he could kiss James square on the mouth. His tongue parted the
boy's lips and flicked across his teeth. James laughed again, allowing the
tongue access even deeper. John let up long enough to remove his own
clothes. He looked over at Trev who had already retrieved and set up his
Video cameras and was recording the boys' activities on the floor.

"Am I ok to join in, or do you just want them, Trev?" John asked as he laid
his clothes on his chair, now standing completely naked.  "Whatever. But
take it all real slow and build it up gently. Don't want to scare anyone."
He winked and John smiled back. "This looks like it could be a great little
discovery, John. Well done."  "Thanks. Like I said, it was Chris that
spotted him first when he was eating pizza in Leicester square. We thought
he was a runaway, so we just waited and followed him till we were sure. You
recording now?"  "No, I did some when they started. Just had one propped on
the side table. I'll strip and then switch them both on." He glanced over
at the boys and said, "Send Sam over. He can get me going before I join
in. Once I get in there the cameras probably won't see much more!" The men
both laughed and John rejoined the boys writhing in please on the floor.

They were well used to initiating a new friend into their group and knew
just how to work James up into a state where he wouldn't care what he was
doing, let alone take any notice of the fact that Trev had positioned a
couple of cameras to record it for posterity. The teen, at the instruction
of his dad, left the boys and went over to Trev, who was now naked. At six
feet four inches tall and over 280 pounds, he was a big man. He was also
covered in hair: his front, his back, his arms, legs and arse were all
hairy. He truly was a bear of a man. Sam stood in front of him waiting for
instructions. Trev, also still standing, placed his plate of a hand on the
teen's shoulder and pushed him down to the thick cock that hung, flaccid,
from a dense bush of dark brown pubic hair. Sam took it in his hand and
began to massage it into life. Very soon it was firm enough to start
sucking on. It continued to grow inside his thirteen year old mouth until
it was over nine inches long and so thick he could barely close his fingers
around the shaft. As he slid on and off the shaft, Trev started thrusting
his hips forwards and, holding Sam's head, pushing the now rigid mass deep
into the boy's mouth and throat. Sam was well versed and able to relax
enough to allow the cock deep into his throat without gagging. It had taken
years of practice to suppress the gag reflexes, but now Trev and John and
their customers really appreciated how expertly this thirteen year old took
their manhood.

Trev glanced over at the nearest camera and realised he hadn't switched
them on. He picked up two tiny remotes from the arm of his chair and
pressed the red record button on each. The TV suddenly switched from the
programme to a split view of what the two cameras were recording. He
reached over to the nearest one and moved it slightly round until it
focused more on the centre of the group on the floor and then he zoomed it
in to watch as Danny and Chris worked James' dick, balls and anus with
their mouths, tongues and fingers. John had resumed kissing the boy, but
was also running his hand, and then his tongue, up and down over the boy's
chest, tummy and groin, occasionally stopping to tease a nipple or the
boy's navel. John loved a boy's navel, the source of life, that pre-birth
connection to the mother, which allowed him so much pleasure as he licked
it, fingered it, kissed it.

This was unbelievable. James felt like he was floating, but every touch of
a finger, ever flick of a tongue, every breath registered and brought him
closer to ecstasy. He watched as the teen's mouth travelled from the tip of
Trev's tool, slowly up to it's base, the boy's nose disappearing in the
bush of hair. That seemed immensely funny and James could help himself, he
burst out in fits of giggles. He had no idea if they had been playing for
seconds, minutes or hours, and quite frankly, at this moment, didn't really
care. Time had become irrelevant. He had nowhere else to be anyway and this
was so much fun. John's mouth had travelled down and was now coming back up
his body. The man's hands were everywhere and his kisses were deep and
long. James wondered if he would ever breath again as he received a
particularly long kiss. Perhaps he didn't need to breath. Perhaps you could
survive without air, on kisses alone. Wouldn't the world be a better place
if we breathed kisses instead of dirty polluted air? His mind swirled with
possibilities and his tongue wound round and around the man's that was
still buried deep in his mouth.

He slowly became aware of a dampness at his anus. At some point both his
legs had been pushed far up into the air and now, knees bent, were doubled
back over his tummy. Chris and Danny were taking it in turns, one on his
dick and sack and one at the puckered little pink hole. It was Danny's turn
just now and he flicked his tongue over the creases of skin around the
closed hole, following each lick with a slow gentle stroke with his
fingertip. Chris pulled Danny up and took his place. He pulled James'
cheeks apart and pushed his tongue against the boy's hole. He pressed
harder and harder until just the very tip of his tongue began to slide into
the hole. James groaned. Never had he imagined this. It wasn't at all like
with Tom. Chris seemed to know just how to make this pleasurable not
painful. There was no force or fear, just a consuming passion that the boys
were sharing.

Seeing the momentarily free cock, John slid down and pushed the skin back
with his lips. He flicked his tongue over the piss slip and forced it open
a little. He surged down the shaft to its base and sucked hard as he came
back up. Up and down, increasing his pace and pressure. Danny, his position
usurped by John, looked over to his dad, who was still being pleasured by
Sam. Trev pointed to James' head and said, "Let him suck you." So Danny
straddled James' head, one foot planted beside each ear, and squatted until
his own little hardon was tickling the boy's lips. He wiggled his hips,
causing it to dance over the boy's face, teasing him. James caught on
quickly and began his part in the game, trying to grab the young prick
between his lips as it passed each time. After several attempts he finally
succeeded and began to suck the little boys pole as hard as he could,
banging his head on the rug each time he descended, experiencing the boy
smell each time his lips came to the base of the little shaft. Once, as he
came up as far as he could, he slipped out his tongue beneath the little
boy's dick and licked the tight young ball sack. Danny giggled and so each
time after that, James paused, teasing Danny as to whether he would lick or
not. This game did not go unnoticed and Trev pushing Sam away, brought out
a third camera and crouched beside his son and James to record their game
with his hand held camera. He manoeuvred round until he had the best shot
he could and zoomed it. The boys continued their game.

For the first time James was becoming aware of the cameras, but somehow, it
didn't matter. He didn't care. He was even aware that Chris was following
each thrust of his tongue with the tip of his finger, slowly pushing
further and further into his young virgin anus, but it didn't
hurt. Occasionally it was uncomfortable, but so much else was occupying him
that he didn't protest, not once. Not even when it seemed that Chris had
pushed a finger deep inside him. The boy's finger was neither wide enough
nor long enough to cause pain or too much discomfort.  Just then Trev
pushed Danny aside and told Sam to take his place. The young teen knelt
over James' chest and held his semi erect dick against the younger boy's
lips. James stuck out his tongue and licked the head. Sam seemed to wipe
the end across the younger boys tongue. James felt it cross each uneven
pore, each taste bud, leaving both a slightly salty taste and a musky
smell. The teen rolled his hips forward and sank his stiffening rod into
the open mouth before him. He rocked back and forth as the boy closed his
lips around the shaft and sucked. Trev brought the camera in close,
focusing tight on the slim dick and the moist lips devouring it. Slowly:
in, out. In, out. Sometimes it slid in so far that James almost gagged, but
it seemed as if Sam knew exactly what he was doing and pulled back just
before James did gag. In, out. In, out.

Trev pulled back and did a long shot of James, taking Sam's cock at one end
and Chris's tongue and finger at the other. Laid behind them were John and
Danny. John was flat on his back with Danny lying opposite, 69, on his
tummy. John was eating out the little boy's hole, while Danny had two hands
on the seven-inch pole and was sucking and licking the head for all he was
worth. Trev zoomed in on his youngest son treating his friend's cock like a
lollipop. Danny attacked it with fervour. He moved round until he was
looking straight down, filming John's tongue diving into the little boy's
hole. The hole responded by opening to invite further exploration,
something it was well used to. After a while, Trev moved behind his other
son and zoomed in as Chris now managed to squeeze two fingers into the
resisting hole, stretching them apart a little each time. His other hand
alternately stroked James' dick and balls, keeping the former rock hard and
sensitive. Each time he went to push his fingers in he also either squeezed
the dickhead or ball sack, diverting any attention away from any discomfort
two boy-fingers might cause during their exploration and stretching
exercise.

Trev paused the camera for a moment and reached between his son's legs. He
had seen that Chris himself was limp and needed a little encouragement. He
squeezed viciously and Chris let out an involuntary yelp, but his young
penis immediately jumped to attention. As Chris continued his ministrations
to James' rear, so his dad pulled up his son's haunches and poked a thick
finger into Chris's own arse hole. It immediately spread wide, ready for
anything. Trev spat on it and pointed his still erect cock at it and
thrust, in one movement, deep into his son's expectant hole. Chris groaned
as the end of his dad's shaft thumped against the very furthest part of his
insides, again and again. Whilst being taken himself, Chris tried to keep
his own rhythm with his tongue and fingers in James' arse. It wasn't easy
and even though James was preoccupied with Sam's cock in his mouth, he
noticed the slightly rougher treatment he was getting below. Not enough to
make his challenge it, because a warm mellow feeling had now completely
overtaken him and he didn't know if he could have challenged it. He wasn't
even sure if he cared anymore.

A few minutes later, Danny was lying flat on his back with his legs up in
the air and John thrusting long and slow into him. James watched out of the
corner of his eye. Everything seemed strange and distorted. Colours moved
independently of the objects they should have been attached to and he felt
as if he were at sea, being rock back and forth by the waves as they
slapped against him, against his butt. Trev had pulled Chris up and roughly
pulled at his son's dick to make sure it was as hard as it could be. He
reached round and forced a single finger into the virgin hole that Chris
had made so wet. He pushed in and pulled out a couple of times, then, still
inside his son, he edged forward until Chris's knees were right up against
James' backside. He took hold of the new boy's buttocks and lifted them up
onto his son's knees until Chris's dick was level with James' hole. The man
used his own hips to push his son forwards, Chris's cock making contact and
with a little help and guidance, sinking into the virgin hole. Although
Chris was fully erect, his cock was no thinker than his two fingers or his
dad's single finger and so James felt no more discomfort than he had
previously. However, he was now aware of what they were doing. Somewhere,
deep inside, an alarm bell rang, but he was still pinned to the floor by
Sam's weight and his mouth filled with Sam's dick. There was nothing he
could do and at just that moment he felt an almighty whack on his rump as
Trev slapped him. In surprise he forgot about Sam's cock and opened up his
mouth to complain, just as the teen's dick surged forwards and down deep,
as deep as it's length would go, into James' throat. He gagged, but still
pinned down there was nothing to be done. Sam pulled back just far enough
to stop the gagging, but not far enough to let him speak.

James was so completely energized by all these new adrenaline pumping
experiences, that apart from the surprise of the slap, nothing so far had
really fazed him too much. Some of it was freaky and had he thought about
it he would have probably run a mile, but nothing quite seemed real: he
didn't quite feel himself and any choice he might have made now seemed
theoretical and implausible. He was lost in mists of unconnected thoughts
and images when he felt Sam's first wave of cum jet out and hit the roof of
his mouth. It trickled down into his throat and he involuntarily
swallowed. He swallowed again and again as wave after wave of teenage juice
squirted into his mouth. Spent, Sam slid back and bent down to kiss the
young boy beneath him. He tenderly cupped James' face in his hands and
lowered his lips to the boy's until they barley made contact. He gave the
gentlest of kisses. The tenderness was amazing. This boy had a heart and
his compassion and tenderness flowed through his fingertips as his cum had
just flowed out and into James' throat. At that moment, James thought this
must be what love was. He looked at Sam and thought he saw that glazed over
look that precedes tears. He reached up with his own hands and pulled the
teen closer, forcing their lips together, tongues entwined, exploring each
other. James wanted Sam. He wanted him to be with him forever. He was lost
in the moment, the emotion and embrace when, suddenly, a wave of pain
flowed from his depths and into his mind bringing with it a cloud of
darkness. He passed out.

Trev had thrown Chris over to John and crawled up to James' exposed
rear. He sank his tongue deep into the now open orifice. He prodded first
one then two bear-like fingers into the hole and then he lined up his
cock. He was hard and ready for this. He had wanted this moment ever since
he had first seen James at the dinner table. He pulled James, with Sam
still pinning him down, towards him and pushed the boy's legs further up
until he had a clear shot and thrust, as hard as he dared, into the boy's
arse. The boy stiffened and then went limp in his hands.


More to come...