Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2000 16:10:10 +0100
From: Nightnurse <bryan@thepostoffice.com>
Subject: Money-4-sex

Disclaimer: Call me old fashioned but I think love & sex go together like
"Strawberries and cream" so when you're not with someone you love, you can
only have sex with yourself; but we all know that sex can be bought for
cash, and there are places were gay sex can be bought, where age is never
mentioned. By writing this story I am not condoning, or recommending this
action - and with the threat of AIDS I suggest you stay away from such
practices - but this is just fantasy, and no one was harmed - so enjoy.

SEX FOR MONEY- Chapter One A Fruitless Evening

I had already been cruising around the notorious 'meat-market' for an hour
and the result was just zero! Saturday evening is the best time for
shopping, but this evening the offered goodies were extremely rare -and of
remarkably low quality as well. Only three boys had approached me until
then, all of them above eighteen, and with strange, ominous faces. I
declined, of course.

Like most of the gay people who were cruising up and down the dark allies
in their cars, I had developed an obsession with Saturdays: a willing cheap
boy, a quick fuck or suck in the car - the week's relief. And like most of
my kind, I had made my dreams during the week and waited for the weekend
full of hope.

So, this Saturday was very disappointing, indeed. I had parked my car on a
nearby street, not far from the 'market' but at a safe distance in case of
police raid, and was pondering my next move: should I give up and hope for
a better Sunday evening (not very probable, in fact) or give it another
try? It was already 11 p.m., a time when the best 'pieces' have usually
been already bought out and you should be very lucky to find a decent
left-over.

The street was dark and empty, with the fewest of passers-by. It was not a
spot of business, any way. So, I didn't pay much attention to the people
who occasionally passed by my car. 'Well, I'll try once more, and then go
home for a good wank', I made up my mind.

Just then, as I was reaching for the switch-key to start the engine, a
group of people passed, talking and laughing vividly. I glanced
indifferently and started the engine. The roar of the motor made them turn
around and, as far as I could see in the dim light, I knew it was a group
of five boys, walking casually towards the 'market' main street. I felt my
interest wake up. Mightn't it be an unexpected opportunity? 'Far fetched',
I said to myself, 'They're just going home, you perverted mind!' The group
had obviously lost their interest in that unlit car and kept walking their
way. Without a second thought, I switched the headlights on and drove very
slowly towards their direction. A street lamp ahead better lighted a patch
of the street a few meters and I managed to drive past them as they were in
that pool of light. Gosh! At least some of them were real boys, exactly the
kind I mean by this word: boys in their earliest teens and, beyond any
doubt, poor boys -which means easy boys. With a pounding heart, I stopped
the car 20 meters ahead of them and waited. They didn't change their pace,
but as they passed by my car, they slowed down and turned their faces to
me. Was that interest or mere curiosity? Surely, I should test it!

The boys had now stopped on the sidewalk, three of them facing my car, the
other two with their backs to me. They appeared to be talking of something
very interesting, judging by their gestures. And, if it was not just
wishful thinking on my part, their interest had something to do with my
car.

In a case like this, the best test is creating a new opportunity. So, I
drove slowly past them again, giving them a long and steady stare, and
stopped the car 30 meters ahead, where a big tree made the place really
dark with its shade. The boys were still there, talking and gesturing. One
of them lit a cigarette. So, it was vain hope after all! You're deluding
yourself, I said to myself, and lit a cigarette. I would smoke it and then
go home, hoping that next weekend would be more fruitful.

The light tapping at the right window of my car startled me
disproportionately. I had already smoked half of my cigarette and quit
watching the boys. I turned jerkily and saw a face stuck on the glass. He
was saying something and beckoning. I opened the window halfway.

"Yes?' I said.

"Hi Mister... Do you have a match?" the stooping figure asked with not much
self-assurance, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

"Sure!" I hurried to reply and offered my lighter with slightly shaking
hands. Right then I realized that the whole bunch were looking at me
through the right window or the windshield. In the faint light I could tell
that the one who had asked for fire was the oldest one -seventeen?
Eighteen? - and the less good looking too. But, judging by the silhouettes
of their bodies, the rest of the boys looked very much younger...The ugly
face remained silent within the frame of the window. Then he took a few
puffs at the cigarette, which seemed to give him some confidence.

"Feeling alone?" he asked.

'You might say so..." I said, with a dry mouth.

"Looking for company?" he asked again, after a few more puffs.

"Depends..." I answered vaguely. Surely it was not him I would have as
company!

"OK", he said and tried to open the door, which, prudently, I had kept
locked.

"Look", I said, "It was not you I had in mind..."

"Why not?" he asked. His surprise was very genuine.

"Well, you see, I like younger boys, if you don't mind..." My first
hesitation was already gone and I was taking control of the situation. To
my surprise, he took no offense at my turning him down!

"Hey, you little pricks, it's you the mister wants", he said to the rest of
the group. I was amazed at the way he addressed the boys! Surely, the term
'prick' fitted the case perfectly!

At his call, four boys swarmed around the car door, trying to open it.

"Hey", I said, "I didn't mean all of you! I can only take one!" And I meant
it. Only once in the very distant past I had taken two boys together and
the experience had proved to be very unpleasant.

"It's me then!" a big and rather fat boy said authoritatively and pushed
the others away.

"Why you?" a slim boy shouted furiously and tried to displace the fat one,
but without success. But now that the situation was absolutely under my
control, I was decided to make my choice at ease -and safely: the boys were
obviously underage and the place was too public for picking up a minor.

"Look", I said, "we'd better talk about it in a more suitable place. Take
this street", and I showed them a pitch dark and very isolated ally, "and
keep walking. I'll meet you soon."

And before they had time to object, I drove away. In the side-mirror I saw
them walk towards the street I had told them. So far so good!  I took ten
minutes of wanton driving and then drove to the suggested street. And there
they were, all the five of them, walking slowly with their faces turned to
my direction. I passed them and stopped under a dim street lamp. If I were
to make my selection, I'd need some light. The place was absolutely empty
and secure. The boys came close at once and encircled my car. So, this was
the moment I was always dreaming about: I was given the possibility to
choose a boy out of a group! I was almost shaking with excitement.

The fat boy had managed again to take the place near the window and was
pushing the rest back. He was out of question, of course. The taller and
older one, who had asked for a fire, stood in the back, knowing he was
already excluded. The three remaining boys made an effort to displace the
fat one, which almost started a fight. I had to make my choice soon, before
a war had broken out!

"You!", I said to the tallest of the boys, "come closer."

He put his head through the open window with triumphant eyes. Yes, he
seemed fairly good-looking and at the right age, fifteen, as far as I could
guess in the darkness. "OK, come in!" I said and unlocked the door. He sat
next to me as I was shifting the first gear in.

"Mister, don't you want me too? I have a big cock, mister! You'll like it!"
A boy had pushed almost half of his body through the window and was begging
for a chance! The situation was getting rather complicated. Without a
second thought, I opened the back door. He darted in and slammed the
door. As I was starting to roll the car, in the glare of the dashboard I
saw a lovely face looking sadly at me. Who was this? I asked myself. I had
not paid him much attention before; he had never stuck his face in my car
like the others.

I rolled slowly away carrying my newly acquired goods, but the sad face was
still in my mind.

"Who was the other boy? The tiny one?" I asked.

"Who, George?", asked the one sitting next to me. "Very good boy! He's a
virgin." And after a pause: "Don't you like him?"

"But two is already too many!" I said, trying to persuade myself.

"He's a very good boy", the boy in the rear seat spoke. "And he wants to
try, he's never done it before."

I made a very fast U-turn and the tires screeched, but it was already past
midnight and traffic-police control was very unlikely. The three boys were
going back to the main road. "Tell George to come in", I said to the back
seat boy and stopped near the group. At his call, George leaped in, unable
to believe in his good luck. He wasn't the only one. Myself, I could hardly
believe both the scandalously lucky end of a fruitless evening and what I
was doing. Three boys together was far beyond any of my wildest dreams...



SEX FOR MONEY - Chapter Two - Starters

But, since I had already done it, there was no point in feeling
guilty. Whatever was to come would come. The boys were now silent.

"Do you have a cigarette?" the boy next to me asked.

"Sure", I said and offered him my packed and lighter. In the light of the
flame I tried to see what he looked like. What I saw was rather
disappointing. The dim light of the ally had deceived me. He was older than
I had thought, surely sixteen and not very attractive. In the short while
he took to light his cigarette, I saw a dark face with a marked teenage
moustache and a pitted look.

"How old are you?" I asked him.

"Seventeen" he answered proudly.

"He's lying" the sturdy boy from the back seat stepped in the
conversation. "He's sixteen. He always pretends he's older."

"And you are fourteen, not fifteen!" the one next to me retorted. Now,
fourteen is a magical number for me! At only the mention I felt my cock
slightly stir in my pants.

"What's your name?" I asked the boy next me.

"Costa", he said.

"Have you fucked a man before?" I advanced one step further.

"Many!" he assured me.

"And what do they say about your tool?" I asked, feeling my cock stirring
harder. This kind of conversation always excites me.

"They shout!" he replied with much self-esteem.

"You mean it's big?" I asked. I already had a half hard-on.

"I mean it's a killer! Want to see?"

And before I could answer, he unzipped his fly and brought out his sex
tool!

I was driving on a cardinal street and the light was profuse, so I could
see very clearly a dark brown massive piece of meat dangling down from the
open pants! The foreskin covered the head, but its hugeness was clearly
visible under the skin. It was a killer, no doubt!

"You like it?" he asked proudly. "Will it be enough for you?"

"More than enough!" I replied, still surprised at his equipment.

I reached for the much promising meat, forgetful of the unattractive face,
and held it in my hand. With such an awful tool, who cares about faces? Of
course, tasking it in my arse was totally out of question, it would wreck
my hole for ever, but playing with so plentiful a cock and sucking its
giant head is not something you have everyday...

"Shake it!" he murmured and spread his legs apart to give me more room.

The feeling was extremely arousing: a mass of warm, soft, abundant
cock-meat in my hand! At its base a thick bush of black hair had come out
of the fly. I slipped my hand in the trousers in search of the boy's
balls. Balls play a very important part in my sexual preferences.

He was wearing briefs and the cock had been brought out through the left
leg. I grabbed the balls together with the material that was covering them:
Impressive! Bigger than ping-pong balls! I pulled the material over the big
bulge and forced the balls out of the briefs. Then I pulled them out of the
jeans and looked. Huge, soft and comfortably set in a large, hairy
ball-sack!

I returned to the cock. Despite the fondling, it had remained soft and
flaccid, dangling to and fro with every bump of the car.

"What do you feed it, to grow so big?" I joked.

"Arse-holes!" he said.

"I can only imagine what it must be like when it's hard", I said.

"When I stick it up your arse, you will beg me to pull it out!" he
answered, and taking his cock from my hand, he pulled down the foreskin,
revealing a superb cock-head.

"It's a killer!" he repeated emphatically. "You'll see!"

A small drop of precum was already crowning the slit. I could feel my own
precum damping my pants.

A hand tapped my shoulder from behind and surprised me. Absorbed with
Costa's cock, I had forgotten the other boys.

"Is it far where we're going?" It was the stout fourteen-year-old who
asked.

"Less than ten minutes" I answered, only now realizing that I was driving
towards my own home. Now this is not what I usually do with the boys I pick
up. It's a matter of security. A quick fuck in the car suffices to relieve
me for a week without putting in danger my place. But this time was
special, wasn't it? I said to myself and cut off any recriminations.

Now that I was again aware of the back seat boys, I remembered I had not
checked out their commodities.

"What's your name?" I asked the boy.

"Christo" he said.

"And what do you have to offer?" I said gaily and reached for his
crotch. It isn't too easy to catch a cock in the back seat while driving, I
assure you.

"Here" Christo said and holding my hand, guided it to his cock.

Which was as hard as iron and absolutely free of clothes! He had already
pulled his pants down and exposed his goods! I grabbed the boy's sticking
cock instinctively!

"Oh, shake it..." he said and pushed his hard-on in my palm with fuck-like
moves.

Definitely, it was a very considerable tool: pleasurably long but not huge,
and reasonably fat, enough to cause a pleasant pain on entry but not tear
apart an arse hole.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

"Perfect!" I said, with my arm almost strained in my effort to cup the
boy's sturdy cock. Driving through my neighborhood, I took the last turn to
my home. The time of truth was only a hundred meters away...

"Get dressed, all of you!" I advised the company, "and follow me silently."


SEX FOR MONEY - Chapter Three - A Fruitful Night

Savories

It was past midnight, so nobody was in the lobby and we entered my flat
quite unnoticed. I pulled every shade down ant turned all the lights on. At
last, I could inspect my crop. The boys were obviously feeling a bit
embarrassed. I invited them to take a sit and hurriedly prepared glasses of
refreshments for them and a double whiskey for me. On a second thought, I
added some whiskey to their glasses too. A little alcohol always warms the
atmosphere. I handed them their drinks and sat in the large
armchair. Sipping at my drink, I examined my acquisitions in the profuse
light. Costa was definitely unattractive, but I could not forget his
extraordinary dowry. Surely it would make up for his disadvantage in
looks. I noticed his fly was unzipped. He must have opened it as soon as we
entered. A promising sign...

I turned to Christo. Dark faced and black haired, he was not exactly a
beauty, but not ugly either. In fact he was in a way attractive, with his
slightly swollen lips, which gave him a lustful expression. His lean but
robust frame emitted an air of effectiveness. Both Costa and Christo were
sitting on the couch. George had taken a seat in a corner, somehow isolated
from the rest.

I turned to him. I had not seen his face very well until then, and in the
car he had withdrawn to the darkest end and had not spoken a word. Now, in
the full light, I was surprised to find out that he was a really pretty
boy! His face was ivory white, his hair dark, and his eyelashes long. And
his face was absolutely hairless. Not even a trace of teenage
moustache. Utmost smoothness!

I noticed he had not drunk from his glass and that he was seriously
embarrassed.

"Come closer, George", I said as gently as I could manage and made room in
my armchair for him. Obediently, he squeezed his very slim, almost fragile
body next to mine. The physical contact was very pleasant.

"How old are you, boy?" I asked, putting my arm around his shoulders.

"Fourteen" he said not exactly convincingly.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

Christo laughed mockingly, but said nothing.

'Yes" little George whispered.

"We shall know soon" I said, and tenderly put my right hand on his
crotch. The bulge was despairingly small.

"If you're fourteen, then you must have some pubes" I added. "Do you?" He
hesitated.

"I don't have... But I'm fourteen" he insisted and blushed.

"He's a virgin," Christo reminded me.

OK, I said to myself, what if he is too young? What is the problem? He's
here, willing to offer you his meat, so stop teasing him.

I kept holding lightly the small content of his pants. And all of a sudden,
I was amazed at feeling his cock's size increase very fast! Unbelieving, I
fumbled the small hard thing under the denim. It was a boner, no doubt!

"Boy! You're fast!' I commented and slipped my hand under the waistband and
into his pants.

His erection was no longer and thicker than a finger, but as rigid as
steel! I held the boy's rod tight in my hand, feeling my cock rising up at
an incredible speed. The sense of so small, yet fully erect a cock was
absolutely new to me -and fascinating as well. I stood up and gently pushed
little George back in the armchair to an almost supine position, I
unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his pants down. His boyhood emerged,
stretched to its full length and pointing up to his bellybutton. In fact,
there wasn't much to see, but it was the youngest cock I ever had a chance
to set my eyes on. Going by the size and appearance, the boy was not older
than twelve: not the slightest trace of pubic hair was visible around his
little piece of meat or balls. Absolutely smooth skin. But surely little
George was already a skilled wanker: the foreskin around the cock-head, due
to frequent use, was loose and, if fact rolled down, revealing the tip. The
balls were small, wrapped loosely in a soft ball-sac.

With a slightly shaking hand, I reached out for the boy's treasure and held
his balls. As I grasped them in my hand, the cock foreskin rolled further
back. George spread his legs out to make things easier. With my fingers I
held the throbbing shaft, uncertain of what to do with it. I had a pressing
urge to suck the young cock. But as I was pondering on what to do next, a
voice came from where the other boys were sitting:

"We're here, too, you know."

Still holding George's cock, I turned towards the couch to see Christo
already fully naked! He had taken his clothes off and sitting with his legs
apart, he was looking at me with a telling smile. "What is this!" I
exclaimed nodding towards his fully erect cock.. And 'this' was really
marvelous! A very considerable rod of hard meat, up and proud, bareheaded,
with a very small bush of hairs around its base and a sweet sac of balls
beneath! This was a perfect cock, if I ever saw one!

"Come here!" I said, unable to take my eyes from his cock. Slowly and
obviously proud of his tool, he stood in front of me, exposing to my eyes a
shaft of meat that was pointing straight to my face. With no second
thoughts, I grabbed the luscious dick and sucked it into my mouth. I didn't
waste time tongue-playing with the cock-head or licking the balls. I was so
hungry for cock-meat; I just swallowed the whole thing and kept sucking,
until I felt it hit my throat! Having lost control over myself, I started
chewing on it!

"Hey, you're hurting me!" Christo protested and pulled his cock out of my
mouth. I pulled myself together and did what a cocksucker normally does:
holding the shaft in one hand, I licked and gently sucked its head, cupping
the balls in my other hand. Christo obviously was enjoying the action and
his pole became even harder than before. Soon he took the initiative: he
held my head with both his hands, and started fucking my mouth keeping a
steady rhythm, as if he was fucking an arse-hole. Despite his age, this boy
knew how to enjoy a blowjob!

With my lips tightly around Christo's cock, I noticed little George was
shaking his own meat, watching Christo fuck my mouth. I turned to see what
Costa was doing. Unnoticed and unattended in my fervor for the rest, he was
sitting quietly on the couch. His fly was wide open and his imposing brown
cock was hanging down over the band of his lowered briefs, still flaccid
but even bigger than I had felt it, with an impressive head fully revealed!
His was a really massive tool! I pulled away from Christo's cock, so fast;
it sprang up on its exit from my mouth.

"Come closer, you big dick!" I summoned him and pushed Christo aside.

Costa got up and walked towards me, his long thick cock swinging as it
bounced from side to side. He stood in front of me and, for a couple of
moments; I examined the bulky dark-brown meat hanging down from the rich
growth of dark hair and over the elastic band of the briefs. Then,
impatiently, I pulled his pants down to his knees. Under the cock a pair of
considerably sizable globs were revealed, dangling low in their sparsely
haired, big and soft sac. The cock bounced on the large balls and hung well
past them, its foreskin rolled back and the head fully exposed. Hurriedly,
to prevent it from getting hard, I held the soft mass of meat and sucked it
into my mouth! I love the feeling of a hard-on forming inside my mouth, the
sense of cock-meat hardening slowly under the treatment of my tongue,
expanding and stretching my lips, filling the cavity with its delightful
taste. So, I gulped in the full length of Costa's flaccid cock, until I
felt my nose buried in his soft long pubes. The sense was unique, as I felt
on my tongue the brackish taste of the precum that had oozed from his
cock-slit. With my mouth crammed with meat, and blinded by the boy's pubes,
I reached for the cocks of the other two boys. They obliged, guiding my
hands to their boners and I started to jerk them, waiting to feel Costa's
cock stir in my mouth and start its progress towards my throat.

But after ten minutes of sucking and tongue play, the much promising cock
remained an inert mass of meat! I left George's tiny but fully erect dick
and cupped Costa's balls, squeezing them in an effort to kindle his
fire. Nothing changed. I left Christo's iron-hard rod and holding Costa
from his waist I pulled him closer, applying a stronger suction at the same
time. I felt his cock stretch dangerously, but no sign of life came. "It
hurts!" he complained and tried to pull his cock out. I stopped sucking the
useless meat and it came out of my mouth with a 'pop' sound. Then it
bounced on the balls and hung down, plentiful, desirable and definitely
inert!

Very much disappointed, I turned to Christo. He was watching the cock-suck
intensively, stroking his hard swollen cock, tightly gripped in his
hand. "Stand up" I said. Costa withdrew to the couch and Christo took
eagerly his place in front of me. His cock, fully erect, was proudly
pointing to his navel. Smaller than Costa's, it was a considerable pole
nevertheless. And it surely was a reliable tool!

"Push it into my mouth" I said and closed my lips tight.

He held the shaft, brought it even with my mouth and pressed the large
swollen exposed head of his cock against my lips. I felt the hard meat
pushing harder, trying to open its way to my mouth. The resistance he met
made the boy more passionate and his attempts more forceful. I loosened my
lips just a bit. The cock-head popped in aggressively. I tightened my lips
again. I wanted to have the feeling of this horny boy raping my
mouth. Christo must have read my mind, or was he beyond his
patience. Anyway, he held my head with both his hands and with a strong and
determined move he violated the barrier of my lips and shoved the full
length of his rod into my mouth! The sense was superb as I felt his balls
push against my chin. This was a real boy's cock, the one I had in my
mouth! The effort he made to enter, must have intensified the boy's heat,
because, as soon as he felt his boyhood in the warm and wet cavity, he held
my head firmly and started fucking my mouth furiously, with fast and jerky
movements. He slowly withdrew his cock, but before it could slip out
completely, he rammed it back into my mouth, so vigorously that his balls
slapped my chin. His entering movements were fast and stab-like and I felt
he was trying to push his pole beyond my throat.

Enthralled as I was by the sense of so young a cock fucking so ardently my
mouth, I didn't notice the first spasms. And when I noticed, it was already
late: his whole body went rigid and his cock started shooting in my mouth
spurts of hot and thick boy-juice, hitting again and again the roof of my
mouth, as the raunchy teenager was unloading his love-fluids!

'Shame!' I thought to myself, still with Costa's prick in my mouth. I
hadn't wanted him to finish so soon, I wanted to feel this burly cock
invade my arse-hole and burst in my rectum. After six of seven squirts of
cum, Costa loosened his grip of my head and tried to pull his cock out, but
I held him from his buttocks and stopped him. With my mouth still full of
the boy's unexpectedly copious sperm, I was enjoying the feeling of his
deflating cock. When I finally let it out, it hung down on his still tight
balls and a drop of cum trickled down to the floor, forming a thin sticky
thread on its way.

"It's a shame you finished so soon" I managed to falter, as my mouth was
still full of his cum.

"No problem" he said. "In ten minutes it will be up and ready again!" This
boy's self-confidence and straightforwardness was remarkable indeed! And
very promising... Meanwhile, the sperm in my mouth had lost its heat and
mixed with my spit. I went to the bathroom and let it out in the sink. It
formed the same slimy thread. When I came back, I found Costa and Christo
seated on the couch, with their pants still around their knees. On
Christo's cock-head a last drop of cum had formed, sparkling in the light
of the nearby shade-lamp. Costa's cock lay on his thigh, long and inert
like a sleeping snake. Only George's cock was still alive, without even his
touching it! I went closer and inspected the boy's tool. No longer than 10
cm., it was whitish and absolutely hairless. Hard though it was, the head
was still covered by the foreskin, with only a small part of the tip
protruding. The balls were tight between the smooth thighs and an almost
invisible half-moon of golden down was crowning the base of the shaft.

"What do we do with this now?" I voiced my self-question.

"Suck it?" replied the boy a bit embarrassed.

"Take your clothes off", I made up my mind.

He stood up and with quick movements got rid of all his clothes. Then he
stood and waited. His skin was pale and his body almost fragile. I had
never had so young a boy and the fact was exciting and embarrassing at the
same time. Still watching the naked little boy (and his invariably hard
cock!) I took my clothes off. My cock was hard long ago and the heat of the
previous action had produced lots of precum, which had soaked my
underwear. The boy was watching cautiously. I took him from his arm and
guided him to the bedroom. He glanced a bit anxiously his friends, but
followed obediently. I made him sit on the verge of the bed and then
tenderly pushed him to lie on his back. His little arse was lying against
the rim of the bed and his legs were folded to an angle.

I parted his legs as far as they would go and then I dropped to my knees
and used my right hand to hold the slender shaft and left hand to cup his
hairless balls, while I lowered my mouth to his marvelous equipment. I
started with his balls, licking lightly the hairless sac, and then worked
my way up to his throbbing little rod. I licked it all the way up and felt
the skinny body shudder. Using my tongue, I pulled the foreskin back to
reveal the cock-head, and finally, I grabbed the virgin cock and buried it
deep in my mouth. George left a hollow moan. I clamped my lips around the
shaft and started to give him a slow blowjob, sliding the whole length of
his tiny tool in and out of my mouth. George's breath was now faster and
deeper, accompanied with sighs and louder moans. Five minutes later I could
tell he was about to cum, as his whole body stiffened up and he let out a
loud and high-pitched moan.

This time I was prepared and as soon as I felt his cock spasm and jerk, I
pulled away. The little stiff boner snapped out of my mouth onto his
belly. I clasped it in my hand and gave it one or two jerks, just enough
for the boy to reach his climax. A drop of thick sperm shot from the slit
and landed on his navel. Then two smaller watery drops just oozed out and
crept down his shaft. And that was all. In fact, it was a miracle he was
able to cum at so early an age... Tenderly, I held the deflating boy-meat
and licked the love-juice. It tasted kind of sweet and I swallowed it with
much pleasure. George remained on his back with his eyes closed, apparently
exhausted after his first blowjob, while his cock slowly shrank into a tiny
piece of meat.

The main dish

"How do you like it playing with toys?" I heard Christo say as he sat on
the bed next to George.

He lay on his back with his legs sprawled, and held his marvelous boner
upright, to aim the ceiling.

"Time for the real thing!" he said and pointed his rod to my direction.

"You're hard again!" I exclaimed, surprised at the boy's endless
raunchiness.

"I told you not to worry!" he replied and pulled down his foreskin,
revealing his meaty cock-head, wet again with pre-cum.

I looked at his dark brown boner ecstatically. It was not a huge thing,
like Costa's, it was just an ordinary cock -maybe a bit larger for a
fourteen-year-old boy - but the sense the sturdy organ was emitting was
that of self-confidence and efficiency, of determination and competence. It
was a reliable tool, designed for perfect performance, and I'd be damned if
I didn't fully exploit its capabilities.

"Lie down on the bed both of you and make room for me" I said.

They obeyed and I lay between them, with George on my right and Christo on
my left side. For a moment the situation seemed ideal, but then I thought I
could enhance it a little more, so I called Costa to join the party. In the
mean time, he had taken off his trousers and briefs and as he reached the
bed, his enormous flabby cock was swinging limply left and right like an
off-tune pendulum. Hoping this immense organ might eventually come to life,
I asked him to remove all his clothes and sit in a chair and watch the
action. Then I inspected the two cocks at my disposition. Christo's was as
erect as ever and obviously eager to fill either of my holes. What was a
surprise was Georgie's little tool, which had gone again firm and upright,
despite his recent ejaculation! Being in a way a virgin too, as far as so
young a boy was concerned, I grabbed his immature pole and arching my body,
I took it in my mouth. This insufficient piece of meat had a mesmerizing
effect on me! Without any special effort, I managed to take in the small
balls as well. And as I started sucking the whole of his treasure, George
begun to make jerky, fucking movements, lifting his bottom from the bed in
an attempt to go even further into my mouth. My excitement was great and I
felt thick drops of precum oozing out of my cock-head.

It was right then that I felt a hard, unyielding rod poke against the crack
of my arse! Christo, taking the initiative, was trying to force his cock
into my arse-hole! The timing was perfect, indeed! Still sucking George, I
took a more suitable position and lifted my left leg to offer my back door
to the incomer. My arse-cheeks parted a bit, making room for the probing
tool. In no time I felt Christo slap the head of his cock against my arse
lips. The stiff meat was hot and the sense sent shivers all over my body,
while my hole twitched impatiently. I pushed my hungry arse against its
welcome invader and felt my arse lips slowly give way to the insistent
pressure. I pulled my left arse-cheek with my hand, exposing my craving
hole to the desirable cock. I wanted to shout "Push!" but my mouth was
still full with George's boyhood. But Christo had no need of any
prompting. He just gave a powerful push and the swollen head of his cock
popped into my arse hole!

"Ahhh!" I shouted pulling my head away from George's genitals. "Stop! It
hurts!" and instinctively pulled my arse away form the ruthless pole. I
never thought Christo's cock would be such a killer! My earlier assessment
of his assets proved to be absolutely wrong.

"Come on now, let me shove it in!" Christo protested and held me from the
waist. I felt his hot rod between my arse-cheeks and jerked away.

"No way!" I said. "Not now. You must do it slowly!"

Disappointed, he lay on his back and started to stroke his raging
cock. 'Now what?" I asked myself. My arse, having tasted raw meat, now was
as hungry as a shark. I turned to George.

"You, come here!" I ordered the little boy. Lying on my back, I lifted my
legs, exposing my arse-hole to his view.

"Kneel between and fuck me!" I said in a voice that took no
objection. Tamely, the little boy did as I ordered. Obviously, he was
totally inexperienced, but his stiff cock was very eloquent about his
willingness. I rested my legs on his fragile shoulders and pulled him
towards myself. Soon I felt his rigid meat against my hole.

"Shove it!" I said. "Just shove it in!"

The slim boy-meat slid into my hole hardly making its entry felt.

"More!" I shouted very aroused. "All the way in! Fuck me, boy!"

But the feeling of his balls rubbing against my arse-cheeks was telling me
that this was as far as he could do.

"In and out! Move it, fuck me!" I shouted more aroused than ever.

Little George started pounding my arse as hard and fast as he could. His
eyes were closed now and the little moans he produced made it obvious he
was enjoying his first fuck. And right then I saw Costa's cock above my
head. But this time it was a bit different. It was no more the lifeless
meat I knew. It wasn't a hard-on either. This time it was partially revived
and hung out in a slight arch from the rich growth of dark hair. Watching
the hot action had made its miracle? I grabbed the partly stiff abundant
meat and pulled it towards me together with its owner. Costa knelt on the
verge of the bed. All I had to do was lift my head a bit and the bulky
portion of meat found its way into my mouth. I sucked strongly, trying to
take in as much as possible, but the massive cock was too much and soon I
felt choking. I held the part that would not fit in my mouth. It was still
a considerable length! With my other hand I cupped the enormous dangling
balls, enjoying a really luscious meal!

"Ahhh!" George groaned and stabbed me with his cock more violently. Then he
remained with his body stiff and his cock jerking in my hole. I knew it was
his climax and distracted as I was by Christo's unexpected activation, I
had lost the best part.

George pulled his cock as soon as he unloaded and lay down on the
bed. Pushing him aside, I made room for Costa and nodded to him to ride my
chest. He managed without removing his cock from my mouth! I grabbed his
ass cheeks with both hands, pulling him closer and further down my
throat. The chocking came back as the cock-head hit my throat. Although his
cock was not exactly hard, it was so beefy; I felt my lips stretch around
the shaft.

'Boy' I thought, 'I would never let this pole fuck me!'

And the word 'fuck' reminded me of my pending obligation to Christo. At the
though I felt my hole twitching violently. Anyway, the cock I had in my
mouth, despite its size, was useless. I definitely felt it shrinking
instead of expanding, in spite of my treatment. Besides, if it ever managed
to stand up, it would be useless as well, due to its forbidding size. But
it still could make a tasty side-plate for the main dish. I pushed his hips
away and his cock came out of my mouth.

"Lie down on your back and across the bed" I directed.

Embarrassed by his failure, he did as I said.

"Your turn now" I said to Christo. "No violent movements" I added. "Just
follow my directions and when I say 'Stop' you'll stop."

And having given my orders, I knelt on the bed and bent my body, forming a
kind of triumphal arch for the reception of a victorious king. I sprawled
my legs apart as far as they would go, exposing my arse-gate quite
defenseless to the brute invader. Who, of course, needed no further
invitation and in no time I felt his weapon pushing steadily against my
arse-hole. In the heat of the moment I had forgotten to provide a
lubricant, but now it was too late. I wished he had already produced plenty
of precum, to ease his entry. The sense of the cock-head against my hole
was shattering and I felt my starved sphincter convulse in expectation. But
I also felt Christo was a bit hesitant -maybe due to my previous
directions. Hungry to gulp the luscious stiff sausage, I pushed slightly
against his cock and I felt my arse muscles slowly open as the thick hard
piece of meat was finding its way in. Encouraged by my response, Christo
pushed a bit harder. My tight hole ring resisted for a moment but suddenly
gave and the meaty cock-head slid in. The pain was sharp and
cutting. "Stop!" I moaned with my teeth clenched. He stopped and we
remained as we were, with only his cock-head piercing my hole. Gradually I
was feeling the pain subside, as my muscles relaxed and accepted the pole
that was stretching them. When the pain was bearable, I pushed a bit
back. Christo got the message at once and pushed with much enthusiasm! The
burly rod slid in with a sharp pain. "Stop!" I shouted and instinctively
tried to move away from the torturing organ, but Christo was fast enough to
hold me from my thighs. 'He's too horny to stop now' I said to myself, but
before completing my thought, a frenzied push came and the full length of
the robust cock tore up my muscle ring and stuck into my rectum! "Stop!!" I
screamed. But the sense of Christo's balls pressing against my crack was
telling me there was nothing more to be stopped.

However, he remained motionless. I had a feeling I was impaled. My
arse-hole muscles were burning and I felt my hole stuffed up with something
too much for its size. But the pain did not take long to start subside and
in less than five minutes it had become bearable and then even pleasant, as
my muscles relaxed and loosened, accepting the food they had been craving
for.

"OK." I informed Christo. "Go on."

I felt his rod slowly withdraw from my hole. Though the feeling was
relieving for my still aching hole, this was not what I meant. However,
before having time to tell him, and before the cock could slip out
completely, he rammed it back into my arse, which raised a new wave of
pain. But this second attack felt much more bearable than the first one, so
my response was just a sharp intake of breath. Christo interpreted it as a
sign of pleasure -which was not absolutely wrong- and repeated the act more
forcefully. This time I could clearly hear the slap of his balls against my
arse. I noticed every pounding of his cock was feeling much better, so I
waited a bit impatiently for the next attack to make my conclusion sure. It
was better, indeed. In fact, the next time was sheer pleasure! The stiff
cock slid in with the ease of a well-lubricated piston and the balls landed
with an exciting 'plop' sound. It was time for more action... "Faster!" I
directed the boy that was fucking me.

This time he removed the whole length of his cock from my arse, then he
placed the head against my hole, grabbed my arse-cheeks with both hands,
parted them until my hole was wide open and finally violently rammed his
pole in! I moaned with pleasure.

"Tell me you like it!" he spoke for the first time during the fuck-action.

"Yes!" I said. "Yes, I like it!" And I meant it.

The brawny rod moved out again and returned with such force I thought even
the balls would go in.

"Yes, I like it!" I repeated ecstatically.

"Tell me what I'm doing to you!" he said loudly.

"You're fucking me!" I replied in the same tome. This kind of dialogue was
very arousing. Another fierce cock stabbing came.

"What you have in your fuckin arse?" the boy asked this time.

"Your cock!" I answered very willingly.

"My pole!" he corrected me.

"Your fucking pole!" I enhanced his wording. He started to plunge his cock
in my arse repeatedly, with frenzied movements. More than his cock, I liked
his balls slapping my arse-cheeks.

"Tell me you love it!" he ordered in a panting voice.

"I love it! I love your cock, Christo" I exclaimed in ecstasy. Yes, I did
love this marvelous tool that was digging into my arse, giving me utmost
pleasure. And with that statement, I lowered my mouth to Costa's waiting
cock and sucked in a great portion of it. I was in heavens, with both my
entrances stuffed with boy-meat. And so was Christo, judging by his furious
pounding my hole and his repeated cries:

"I'm fucking you! I'm fucking your fuckin arse! Yeah, I'm fucking you!"

He was very aggressive now and I loved it. I loved the feeling of a
fourteen year old boy plunging his cock as far down as he could get it and
enjoying it as much as I did.  And my excitement was much greater when I
felt Costa's meat suddenly come to life! It was an unmistakable sign of
stirring at first, and then his cock began to fill my mouth as the shaft of
his cock swelled. I Soon felt the magnificent cock stretch my mouth open as
the massive meat stiffened in my mouth. And then I felt the enormous tool
move down my throat as it was growing in length. I grabbed Costa's immense
balls and buried my nose in his rich pubes. I love the slight stench of
manhood a boy's genitals emit. Only half erect, the huge cock had already
hit my throat, and that is as far as can take a cock in my mouth. With my
tongue I stopped it from going further in and shifted my attention to
Christo.

He was in a delirium. He would pull his cock out, then hold the shaft like
a spear and shove it into my arse as though he was stabbing an enemy,
repeating the words: "Fuck you! Fuck you!" every time he felt his ball-sack
hit the rim of my hole, preventing him from going further in. I knew he
would not last long and I was not wrong. A few more stabs, and with an
animalistic groan, he remained stiff with his excellent tool buried deep in
my hole. I felt the spasms of his stout body as he was emptying his
cock-juice in my love tunnel. So much passion was thrilling, indeed! I
remained motionless in respect of the boy's utmost pleasure. He remained
motionless too for a couple of minutes and then withdrew his cock from my
hole.

"I fucked you!" he informed me and his voice was like a sigh.

"You're the best fuck!" I rewarded him, removing Costa's cock from my
mouth. I thought I owed him this recognition.

"The next time will be much better" he said with shining eyes. "Just give
it a few minutes of rest," and nodded towards his cock

As he stood near the bed, his cock hung down in an elegant arch, still not
totally flaccid. The exposed head had an overworked look, purple in color
and swollen. The ball sack beneath was relaxed and in the loose skin two
sizable balls formed slick rounds. A bead of cum that had seeped out of the
slit finally trickled down on the floor.

"Will you sit down on the bed?" I asked Christo.

He sat next to Costa's legs. Tenderly, I stroked his silky pubes and then
held his cock in my hand. Yes, I did love this marvelous love-tool...

After so prolonged lovemaking, my balls were swollen and aching, overloaded
with sperm. I was in urgent need of a good ejaculation to relieve them and
Costa's still not fully exploited cock was the best means to
that. Meanwhile he had not stopped stroking it and, fortunately, had
managed to keep it half erect. I asked him to make room for me to lie down
and lay on my back.

"Now ride my chest" I directed him.

He rode and leaned forward, bringing his still downward pointing cock to my
face. I opened my mouth. He held the giant snake of his meat and placed the
head on my lips. I opened them wide. He started lowering his body and I
felt the half-stiff cock-meat slide in. I sucked, enjoying the sense of the
bulky cock stuffing the cavity and sliding towards my throat. I hoped he
would not reach a full erection, or he would choke me to suffocation! With
the over-rich portion of boy-meat in my mouth, I started giving myself a
wank. In my left hand I was squeezing the enormous balls, wondering how
much cum they might hide. Costa tried to fuck my mouth, but the floppiness
of his tool did not help. I was very close to my climax. I left Costa's
balls and blindly reached for Christo's cock. He knew at once what I was
looking for and placed in my hand a stiff rod of meat. Amazing this boy! He
had a hard-on again! I grabbed it firmly, gave a strong suction to Costa's
cock and with convulsions of pleasure I let a flood of cum spurt out of my
cock.

SEX FOR MONEY Chapter 4 - Desserts

Back in the sitting room, fully naked all the four of us, we were lazily
sat on our seats. Christo and Costa had taken the couch, George the smaller
armchair and I had collapsed in the large one. I had a feeling of happy
exhaustion and fullness, of been satiated after a very luscious and
plentiful meal. George was silent, and Costa obviously sulky, but Christo's
vitality seemed inexhaustible. He was sitting just under the shade-lamp,
with his legs apart and the strong light flooded his sex-equipment. His
dark curly pubes sparkled and for the first time I could clearly see a very
thin line of down climbing up to his belly button. In a year or so he would
have become a hairy stud... Also for the first time his cock-head was
almost totally covered by his rich foreskin, but its bulky shape was still
markedly outlined beneath. He knew I was staring again at his tool.

"How about it?" he asked me.

"Good" I answered.

"Just good?" he exclaimed a bit offended. He held his dangling cock and
shook it left and right like a rubber toy.

"How did it feel shoved into your arse?" he asked again. It was obvious he
was very proud of his assets and wanted it made known.

"Very fulfilling!" I said, and meant it both literally and
metaphorically. He left his cock, but now it didn't hang down over his
balls, as it had slightly risen and formed a lovely arch just above the
ball sac. He pinched the foreskin with two fingers and rolled it back,
slowly exposing the cock-head. It still had a sore look and the area around
the slit was wet.

"Tell the boys what you told my when I was banging you" he said.

"That I loved your cock," I answered.

"He was screaming of pleasure!" he informed the others, although he knew
they had heard and seen.

The conversation was getting arousing, and had an expanding effect on my
cock. As I noticed, the same was happening to Christo's cock, which,
responding to his fondling of it, had already taken a horizontal
direction. He pulled the foreskin as back as it would go and the skin of
the head, stretched to its limits, took a shiny look.

"You know, I can fuck you again," he said.

"I'm sure you can" I replied, "You're a real love machine." I meant this
too. He let go of his cock and the foreskin wrinkled right beneath the
head, but the cock itself remained pointing straight forward, as it was
already half-full of throbbing blood.

"Want me do you again?" he asked. "He's ready!" and shoved his cock in the
air, to show me what he meant.

"My arse is still sore," I answered. "You were too brutal before."

"But now my cock has slackened your hole," he argued. "It'll be much easier
now." He got up and stood before me. His cock was not fully erect yet, and
it stood horizontally, pointing straight to my face. A small circle of
precum had already formed around the slit. I sat up in the armchair and
moved closer to this mesmerizing tool.

"Shove it into my mouth" I said.

He held his rod, took a half step forward and placed the swollen head
against my lips. I opened my mouth wide and he slammed the meaty organ
in. I closed my lips around. In the wet and warm environment of my mouth
its erection was completed and I felt it rub against my palate.

"Suck it!" he said fervently. "Suck my cock!"

I clamped my mouth around the shaft of his cock and sucked hard.

"That's it!" he exclaimed, really aroused again.

He held my head and started employing his good old method, pulling the
length of his cock from my mouth and then shoving it back again, and
again. The length being exactly fitting, the cock-head just hit my throat
at every thrust, but did not choke me, so I enjoyed the slaps of his balls
against my chin. I gripped my already stiff cock and started jacking it as
the piston of the teenage cock worked rhythmically in and out. But Christo
suddenly pulled his cock out.

"It won't do," he said. "Feels better shoved up your arse."

I wasn't sure I needed one more arse fuck. I could feel my arse muscles
still aching from his previous over-active treatment.

"Come on" he said in a more pressing tone. "You know you'll love it, don't
you? Just get up and bend down."

He held me from my shoulders and tried to pull me out of the chair. Despite
my sore arse, I found his urgency very arousing, as well as the idea of
being fucked standing up in my sitting room, in the presence of the other
boys. Having three cocks around you at the same time is not quite a common
instance and I should get the best of it.

"Don't you ever get quenched?" I made a show of protesting and stood in
front of him. Hurriedly, almost violently, he turned me around and placed
his erection between my arse cheeks. The sense of the hot stiff meat sent
waves of quiver all over my body. This boy had a spellbinding effect on me!

I felt him pushing my back down, trying to make my body bend and I followed
his silent instruction, forming an arch with my body and supporting myself
with my hands on the arms of the chair. I kept my legs apart, to give him
unimpeded access to my back hole -which I felt twitching again in
anticipation of a new portion of meat.

"Apply some spittle on your cock," I told him. I'd prefer to enjoy the new
penetration without side effects.

I heard him spit in his hand. And the next moment, in a single move, his
awful pole was stuck all the way up my arse! I didn't even have time to
react, when it slid out and came back with shattering force.

"Are you trying to cripple me?" I moaned.

"That's the way I like it!" he answered and gave me a fast double jab.

I reached back and held his buttocks firmly, preventing him from going on
with his brutal attack. The full length of his fatal arm was trapped in my
hole.

"Stay firm! Don't make a move!" I said very sternly.

He remained motionless with his cock buried deep in my arse. I pushed my
whole muscles out to help them relax and it had a very soothing
effect. Christo felt the stir and tried to pound again, but I stopped him
with a very sharp "STOP!" He was right about his tool having slackened my
arse, after all. It didn't take more than two minutes and my hole felt so
relaxed, so much at ease with the stiff meat that was filling it, that I
thought it could even accommodate Costa's enormous sex-tool -provided it
would ever manage to stand up.

With that thought, I turned to see the other boys. Both of them were
sitting on the couch. George was so absorbed by the fuck-action taking
place before him; he didn't even handle his fully erect cock. Costa, on the
contrary, was working hard with his meat, trying in vain to give it some
spirit.

"Let's go close to the boys" I said and stood upright.

Christo put his arm around my waist, pushed his cock fully in, to make sure
it wouldn't slip out accidentally, and the two of us walked together to the
couch, his hard-on poking my inner parts at every step. Even the slightest
pain in my arse ring had vanished and the sense of the stiff meat slowly
digging my rectum was sheer pleasure.

"Sit closer together" I told the two boys as we stood in front of
them. They moved closer and held their cocks up, already aware of what I
had in mind. I pulled my hips forward and Christo's cock slipped out of my
arse and sprang back, slapping his stomach.

"Hey!" he protested.

"Just wait" I reassured him.

I fell to my knees on the carpet and pulled George's legs apart. He moved
his little body forward still holding his hard cock up. I lowered my mouth
to the firm boy-meat and swallowed it. He was obviously very
pleased. Moving my head up and down, I gave him the sense of fucking my
mouth. He closed his eyes enjoying the blowjob.

I felt a stir behind my and without even looking; I knew Christo had fallen
to his knees too. The forcefully poking boner only confirmed my
thought. Pushing against Christo's cock, I left George's tool and turned to
Costa's, only to see the miracle realized! At last, the massive meat had
formed into a real hard-on that protruded threatening from his grip! The
foreskin was pulled far down and the head stuck aggressively out, huge,
swollen and purple! Once again amazed at its size, I took it in my mouth
and felt it stretch my lips with its bulk. I couldn't even imagine what the
feeling would be if it was forced into my arse! Costa put his left hand on
my head and pushed down. The immense mass of hard meat slid in my mouth,
stuffing all the cavity. I stopped it with my tongue from going further in,
or it would have choked me to death, and sucked powerfully!

Behind me Christo was anxiously trying to shove his cock again into my
arse, but my posture was not very helpful. Repeatedly he placed his
cock-head against my hole, but as he tried to push it in, it slipped
upwards. He put his arm around my waist and pulled my body towards his
cock, but in vain. He was desperate to fuck me and the fuss around my arse
had aroused me too. So I pulled Costa's cock out of mouth.

"Lie down on the carpet" I directed Christo.

He got the message at once and, with a sly smile, did as I told
him. Without my advising him, he held the shaft upright and waited. I got
up and rode his crotch with my back to him. Then I lowered my body until I
felt the hot cock-meat against my arse-hole. As I moved lower, the head
slipped with no resistance into my slack hole.

"That's it!" Christo said full of enthusiasm. "Come on, sit down on it!"

I kept lowering my body, enjoying the painless stretching of my arse hole
as the sizable rod made its way in. Christo was as excited, but let me do
the job. Soon I felt his pubes brush against my buttocks and I knew the
full length was in.

"There's more to go" Christo informed me and pulled my arse-cheeks apart. I
sat deeper and I knew he was right, as I felt his boner go a bit further
in. But then his balls definitely stopped the progress, and the only way
for me to have more meat would be to take in the balls as well.

With one cock buried in my rear hole, it was time I fed the front one. I
looked at Costa's cock. In the meantime, being unattended, it had shrank
considerably, but it was not altogether flaccid, still showing signs of
life. I told him to come close and stand in front of me. As he was not very
tall, his downward arching cock was level with my mouth. I held it in my
hand, and felt a soft layer of meat enwrapping a harder core. The head was
considerably wet with precum, which tasted nice when I licked it off.

"You start fucking" I said to Christo, before stuffing my mouth with the
meat in hand.

The piston-like motion as Christo started pounding my arse gave the
appropriate rhythm to my sucking of Costa. As the size of the penis I was
blowing was far too large, I kept my face at a considerable distance from
Costa's abdomen, which allowed me to watch George. Left untreated, he had
started jerking his toy-cock, holding it with just three fingers. "Move
your arse!" Christo roared beneath me. From the speed of his stabbing I
knew he was again close to a new ejaculation. I sat deeper, in an attempt
to keep him motionless and delay his climax, as I wanted to give time to
the other two boys to cum as well. I knew George was fast, like all very
young boys are, but I had reasonable doubts about Costa. True, his cock had
regained considerable size and hardness in my mouth, but what I wanted was
all the cocks to launch their juices at the same time. So I gave him my
best attention -and that was my mistake! An unexpected flood of love-juice
spurted out all of a sudden, without any warning signs: not body rigidity,
no jerks, and no moans. He just started to shoot an incredible lot of
thick, sticky sperm in my mouth, which, as the massive cock occupied most
of the room, soon overflowed from my lips and tricked down my chin! The
heavy shots hit my throat with such force, that unwillingly I had to
swallow a good portion of cum, just to avoid choking! All the heat, all the
arousal he had gathered during his unsuccessful attempts to get a decent
hard-on, now erupted violently in my mouth in a fierce gush of sperm! I
tried to move away from this relentless shooting, but he grabbed my head
and kept emptying his love-tool. I thought he would never finish, but after
a few minutes the torrent of semen subsided. I felt the cock twitch a
couple of times after the deluge, but it was finally dry. Realizing this,
Costa let off my head and withdrew his cock -which, due to its immense
size, took quite a while to complete its exit! Without a word he sat on the
couch again.

"How are you doing?" I managed to ask Christo, after a last gulp of slimy
cum.

"Any time you say!' he answered, with his usual self-confidence.

"Well, get to work!" I ordered. And as he put his piston back to heavy
duty, I gripped George's little rod and jerked it. It only took him ten
strokes to cum -which is just a way of speaking, as no cum at all came out
of his cock-slit. I knew he had reached his climax only by the jerks of his
body and his deep breath intakes.

My plan of a triple orgasm had not worked and this, coupled with my
exhaustion after so long a time of being fucked all the ways, had somewhat
diminished my heat. All I wanted now was that Costa finished too.

So I clenched my arse muscles around his cock -as far as I could, anyway,
as they had gone really slack after the prolonged and heavy cock traffic
they had undergone. I contracted my ring and started giving Costa's pole a
steady up-and-down wag, pulling it almost entirely out and then sitting
down on it deep, until I felt the bulge of his balls between my
arse-cheeks. He responded with a counter-motion.

"What am I doing to you?" he asked, but the question did not arouse me any
more.

"Just fuck and finish," I said.

I felt him delay his pounding rhythm, in an attempt to prolong his
pleasure. Oh, no, all I wanted was his cock out of my arse. It was not
hurting any more it was just boring. I had had too much of cock for a
session.

Decidedly, I pulled my arse away from his cock and felt it relieving
slide. Its tension was so strong, that, as the cock-head popped out, the
shaft slapped his stomach.

"What are you doing!" he protested. "Come back on it!"

"I want to watch you cum" I said and grabbed his cock. The sense of its
stiffness brought back my admiration for his bottomless vitality, together
with some interest. Holding that excellent love-tool firmly in my hand, I
started jerking it with fast strokes. The view of his swollen cock-head
sliding in and out of the foreskin reheated me a bit, and so did the dance
of his balls between his smooth thighs, as they followed the rhythm of my
wanking this flawless boy-tool.

I already knew very well the way his sturdy body jerked and twitched at the
critical moment, so, when the first jolt came, I turned my attention to his
cock-slit for the final act. Reaching his climax, Christo thrust his crotch
up. "I'm cumin!" he whispered, bending and stretching his legs repeatedly,
while a shudder was running across his body. Finally he left a deep moan
and two drops of watery cum seeped out of the slit and trickled down the
dark brown and swollen shaft. Only two drops was what was left after such
an overuse of his boyhood! Two drops, that settled on my hand, glittering
in the profuse light like precious pearls. And that was all. I let go of
his cock and he remained motionless, almost breathless, with his eyes
shut. Christo, the unquenchable fucker, was at last done up!


SEX FOR MONEY - Chapter 5 - A farewell to arms

Driving the boys back to the district they lived, I was in the state one is
after a very long and very sophisticated banquet, with plenty of
extravagant dishes and abundant first-rate wine. Absolute serenity had
settled in my mind and soul and I was driving through the empty streets
slowly, as if I was rolling on a feathery cloud. The boys in the back seats
were quiet. I had asked little George to take the front seat next to me. It
was a kind of homage to his lost virginity. I liked this little boy, who
had offered me the first harvest of his boyhood.

With a feeling of tenderness, I put my right arm around his fragile
shoulders. I almost loved him that moment.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him.

"Nice" he said.

"Did you like it?"

"Very much!" From the frankness in his voice I knew he meant it.

Good for him he had no guilty afterthoughts. I've seen many boys brooding
over what they have done, after their sexual urges are spent.

We were already in the city-center. Soon the boys would have to
leave. Recklessly, I put my hand on George's crotch. I didn't mean anything
special; it was just a gesture of farewell to the little tool that had
given me so intense pleasure. And this is why I felt so much taken aback,
as I felt it absolutely stiff! Jesus, was that possible?

Disbelieving, I slid my hand into the boy's pants. Yes! It was absolutely
true! Little Georgia's little cock was up again, and as hard as ever!

My surprise must have been too obvious, because I caught him looking at me
with a very sly smile.

"Is this a hard-on I'm holding?" I asked him incredulously.

"Stiff and ready! And all yours!" he replied and, for the first time, his
tone had something of Christo's self-confidence.

Then, with an air of self-assurance, he unzipped his jeans and pulled them
down together with his briefs, revealing my hand clasped around his
unyielding thin stick! "I can do you any time!" he echoed proudly Christo's
earlier statement. Gosh! This little prick was making rapid progress! In no
time he would be an enhanced copy of Christo, more efficient and reliable
-and more pleasurable, too.

"Will you suck it?" he asked almost pertly, fucking my hand with slow
up-and-down movements.

"No!" I barked, really shocked. It was the first time so young a boy made
me feel so embarrassed.

We were very near to where I had met them three hours ago. I pulled over
and stopped the engine.

"Good night" I said in a very determined tone.

The boys in the back opened the door and stepped out. George did not move.

"Time to go, boy" I said, trying to sound convincingly indifferent.

"Are you sure you don't want a last blowjob?" he asked.

"No! Just go!" I said as firmly as I could. I knew I was about to give in.

"Your mistake!" he said a bit vexed and started to pull his clothes up.

"Wait!" I said.

He stopped and, with a triumphant smile, held his prick up. No, I wouldn't
suck him. All I wanted was to pay a last tribute to this charming
love-toy. I gripped his stiffy and pulled the foreskin down. George pulled
his crotch up in expectation. I lowered my head, in a sort of a grateful
bow, and gave a lingering kiss to the tiny, moist head. Dear little George,
I'll be missing your already fading innocence...

"Now you go, boy," I said very gently and he knew this time I really meant
it.

He fastened his clothes roughly and opened the door.

"Good night" he said, not in the least sharing my melancholy, and stepped
out.

For a couple of moments I watched the three boys walking with a light pace
towards the dark allies of the notorious meat-market. Then, very slowly, I
drove back home through the empty streets of the city. 'Homo post coitum
animal triste', I remembered my Latin. Who knows, I might meet again George
one year later, when surely he would have blossomed into an unquenchable
and perfectly rewarding love-machine, even more competent than Christo...