Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2015 23:48:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: No Touching
No Touching.
"Is he fucking insane?" I ask, incredulously.
Here's the thing: My friend Ron, my VERY gay friend Ron, who's totally
obsessed with pubescent boys, has been asked, by his own brother, to take
care of his nephew while he, the brother, is overseas for a week. He's
gotta be crazy. Everone knows that Ron is a total fucking pervert, whose
whole life is dedicated to the seduction of twelve and thirteen year old
slender, hairless chested boys. The whole fucking family is well aware
that Ron's had several brushes with the law as a result of trusting
youngsters, whom he'd picked up at the local arcade, not to tell anyone how
he'd groped/fondled/sucked/fill-in-the-blank'ed them, and who'd
subsequently bragged to their friends. We all know that kids can't keep
secrets, which is why I, something of a pervert myself, only occasionally
enjoy sex with the very young. For the time being, I have to content
myself with servicing the cocks of lads of at least sixteen years, that
being the age of consent in merry England, until I can find someone younger
whom I can trust to keep quiet. Some fucking chance!
I ask, "Why would he place his son, who, by the way, is without doubt
the sexiest little fucker for miles around, in the care of, well . . . the
most active child molester in the fucking county? He's fully aware of your
sexual proclivities."
"It's like this, Tony. He has to go to Europe on very short notice
and he didn't have much time to find someone."
"He could've asked me, but then he knows I'm a cock fondler, too, I
suppose."
"So what he did was have me make a solemn oath that I would not under
any circumstances, touch his son in an inappropriate way. So I did. After
all, he is my brother and I have to honour it."
"But," I say eagerly, looking for loopholes, "Is young Nick allowed to
touch you inappropriately?"
"Nice try, but he made Nick promise the same thing. Just an
occasional hug and a goodnight kiss, that's about it. Fuck, it's gonna
drive me crazy!"
"When's all this happening?"
"Tomorrow. I'm gonna drive them up to Heathrow before lunch, drop him
off and come back with Nick."
"You need help. Come straight back to my place," I tell him. "The
less time you have alone with that gorgeous little darling boy, the better.
I'll try to keep you pure."
"You're a pal," he says.
"Always glad to lend a helping hand. Speaking of which . . ." I look
down at the front of his pants, down which he has something long, fat, like
a two pound roll of prepackaged ground beef, only harder. I reach out,
pull his zipper down and push my hand inside. I'm greeted by the feel of
smooth silk over an utterly rigid cock which is bursting to see the light
of day. I extract it and drop to my knees so I can inspect it closely.
It's an old friend of mine. It feels familiar in my hand and it knows the
inside of my mouth well. I lick a bead of precum off the end, savouring
the taste. "Cum in my mouth," I say, looking up at him. "Just pretend
that I'm young Nicky." He closes his eyes and seconds later I'm swallowing
an impressive load of his jism.
It would be hard to tell which of us takes more delight in sucking
cock, rimming and being savagely fucked up the arse. I've swallowed enough
of his cum to fill . . . well not a bucket, but certain a pint mug at the
local pub. Not that I swallowed it all at the pub, only some of it, in the
men's room, but you know what I mean. He's swallowed less of mine, but
only because he likes me to splatter his face, then lets me spread it all
over with my cock until I get soft.
After he leaves, I lie in bed, thinking about young Nick, almost
thirteen, whose longish blond hair, intense blue eyes and kissable lips
make him look like a girl. One of these days, I gotta get him to put on a
dress, so I can run my hand up his leg and grope him. I take hold of my
rigid cock, push the sheet down and cum all over my chest.
______________________________________________________
It's the following day. Ron's phoned and they're gonna be here any
minute. I step out of the shower, towel off and break out a brand new pair
of Marks and Spenser's briefs fresh from the packet, blinding white. I
find a matching cotton tank top, don it and look at myself in the mirror.
I feel like a porn star. My cock is already at half mast in anticipation
of their arrival, bulging in my underpants. I'm hot, and I fucking know
it.
The doorbell rings and I run downstairs and fling the door open.
Fortunately, it's not the postman, although one of these days I'm gonna let
him see what I look like in my undies. I don't think he'll be
disappointed.
"Hi, Tony," Nick says, a broad grin on his face. "Why aren't you
dressed?"
"I am dressed," I tell him. "This is what I wear round the house."
"Cool." He's wearing a pair of camo cargo pants and a white tank like
mine.
"Hi, Ron. Come on inside. How was the trip to Heathrow?"
"The usual traffic nightmare, but it was okay coming back. Couldn't
wait to get here."
"He had a hard on all the way from the airport," says Nick with a
mischievous grin.
"Why wouldn't he, all alone in a car with a sexy boy like you?"
"Well, Dad make him promise not to touch me, so he had to keep his
hands to himself."
"Yeah, I heard about that. Poor Uncle Ron!" We chuckle, as though
it's amusing.
"But," I ask, "Did your Dad say anything about anyone else doing any
touching? Me, for example?"
Nick laughs. He knows quite well that I'm gay, though he may be
unaware that he's exactly my target age range.
"No, he didn't." He's still grinning.
"Anyone for a beer?" I ask. We go in the kitchen and I pull three
cans from the fridge. "You can have one, for the moment, Nick. Don't tell
your Dad." My idea is to implicate the boy in as many "crimes" as possible
which in theory will make him less likely to talk about the even bigger
"crimes" I have in mind. I look at them both.
"I hate to say this, Nick," I say, "but those baggy shorts are really
fucking ugly. I'll be so glad when short shorts become fashionable again."
"You want me to take them off?" The kid is ahead of me. Ron
immediately reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out his phone.
"Yeah, and you take your pants off too, Ron. They're not doing
anything to hide your hard-on." Ron shoot half a dozen pictures as Nick
unfastens the top of his shorts, lowers the zip and spread the front wide.
He has on a pair of white briefs like mine. The flash goes off as he lets
his shorts fall and steps out of them. Ron is wearing silk boxers in an
eye-watering hot pink. Very gay, no surprise there. His cock pushes the
front of his underpants out invitingly. I have an intense desire to grab
it, but that can wait. I open a kitchen drawer and take out my stash.
"I've got some primo weed here," I tell them. I light up a pre-rolled
joint, take a hit and pass it to Ron. When he hands it back, I give it to
Nick, who looks surprised. "Take a pull, inhale it and hold it in for as
long as you can. Just don't tell your Dad and don't ever, ever smoke
cigarettes. They'll kill you." He takes a drag, tries to hold it, coughs
then gives up, handing the joint back to me. That's two "crimes". He
ain't gonna tell his Dad nothin'. "Let's go out to the pool, guys."
I've arranged three chaise lounges with long cushions under the shade
of a big umbrella. It's an unusually hot day. We sit, sipping at our
beers as Ron and I pass the joint back and forth. We take our tops off.
Nick has another pull on the joint, this time a little more successfully.
"This weed is making me even hornier," Ron says. His rigid cock
hasn't drooped a centimetre the whole time.
"We're gonna have to help him," I say to Nick.
"How? I can't touch him, but you could if you wanted to. You could
give him a wank."
"Yeah," I say, "but I have something else in mind."
"A blow job?" asks Ron.
Nick looks at me. "You suck cock?" he asks. Oh, I thought he knew.
"I sucked him off last night and let me tell you - nothing," I say
emphatically, "nothing in the world is quite as exciting as having a big
stiff cock in your mouth."
"Well, Uncle Ron's is certainly stiff."
"With the possible exception of one up your arse," I add, "but you'll
learn more about that when you get older. For the moment, let's just stick
to the delights of cock sucking."
"If you're gonna blow me," says Ron, "can you please get on with it.
I really need to shoot my load and take the pressure off."
"Wait here," I tell them and step indoors. I grab my camcorder and a
couple of tea towels from the kitchen and hurry back out. I throw a towel
to Nick. "Okay, let's tie him down to the lounge. Tie his elbow to the
leg, and I'll do the other one." Within seconds, Ron is secured, helpless.
He can move his legs, but that's all. He waves his hands in the air but he
can't reach his cock.
"Now, here's what I suggest we do. Tell me if you think it's too
weird, Nick. I want you to stand over him with your feet either side of
his chest. Then pull your briefs down to mid thigh. Your Uncle's seen
your cock before, hasn't he?" I set up the camcorder on the table, and
line it up.
Nick laughs. "Every time I pee, every time I shower, every time I
take my underpants off for any reason, he's there, trying to get hold of
it."
"Don't tell me you don't like showing it off, you little fuckin'
tease," says Ron.
"We all do," I say, "but now you can only look." I start the
camcorder. "There was nothing in his oath to your Dad that prevents him
from looking, was there?"
"No, nothing."
"Meanwhile, "I'm gonna pull your boxers down, Ron. Nice colour, by
the way. Can I borrow them later?"
"They might have cum stains on them," he says.
"Even better!" I take my own briefs off. Now I don't want to boast,
but my cock is, to say the least, impressive. Uncircumcised, straight,
long and moderately thick, I think it's perfection. I'm not gonna bullshit
you with a claim of nine inches, you wouldn't believe me and it's not
actually that long, but it's bigger than average. On this hot morning, my
balls are hanging down, swinging gently in the breeze. Nick looks at me,
his eyes big.
"That's an awesome cock, Tony," he says. "It's bigger than Uncle
Ron's, bigger than my Dad's." Has daddy been flashing his cock at his son,
I wonder? Probably not, he's a bit of a prude, but at least his son is
showing interest in penises, which is a good thing. Or maybe the kid's
been sneaking looks at his dad's dick. I did at his age. The sight of my
dad's dick used to thrill me. Nick stands over his uncle and slowly pulls
the front of his briefs out clear of his cock, then slides them down to
where they're just above his knees. His dick, small than ours, naturally,
is almost fully hard. A little tuft of blond hair sits at its base and his
foreskin extends beyond his glans. He thrusts his hips forward.
"Oh, God, you're so fucking beautiful!" Ron groans. "I almost ready
to cum."
"That's the big idea," I tell him. "I'm not gonna suck you off, at
least not right now, and I'm not gonna give you a wank, either. We wannna
see you come with nothing touching your cock. It'll be a measure of how
much you desire your nephew." Nick giggles. "It's perfectly possible,
because I've seen videos of hands-off cum shots on the internet."
"Can I look at them later?" asks Nick, eagerly.
"Abolutely!" More "crime". This is getting good. "Look, Ron. Think
about what it would taste like."
"I've been thinking of little else," he mutters. "Are you gonna suck
him off, Tony, you lucky fucker?"
"Maybe later. Have you ever been sucked off, Nick?" He hesitates.
"Okay, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But you've been
wanked off. Every thirteen year old boy has been wanked off."
"Twelve," he corrects me, not denying it.
"Near enough." I put my hand on his knee, then slowly slide it up his
thigh, past his stretched underpants until I reach his balls. I gently cup
them.
"Jesus!" Ron groans. My heart is racing as my hand goes round the
shaft of Nicks cock, rolling his foreskin back to expose his glans, wet and
shiny. I look between his legs to where Ron's cock is bobbing up and down
in time with his pulse. It couldn't possbibly get harder. His eyes are
almost popping out of his head as he stares at my hand as it slowly moves
back and forth. Nick is now fully erect, the head of his cock peeping out
of my fist on the down stroke and disappearing on the up stroke. I want to
suck it, but it would obscure Ron's view. I keep my strokes slow because I
don't want him to cum before his uncle.
"Cum on me, you gorgeous little darling, cum on my face!" Not if I
can help it, I think, at least not right now. "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!" Ron
mutters. "Oh, Jesus, here I cum." I see his hips buck upwards. Nick
bends down and peers back between his legs as his uncle shoots an amazing
load of cum, four, then five big blobs on to his chest and stomach. I let
go of Nick's cock and take hold of Ron's, milking it as my lips close
around the end. Nick steps away, looking at me. When Ron is completely
dry, I wipe his chest and stomach with his pink boxers.
I turn to Nick. "Now let me finish you off." I walk on my knees to
where he stands, his underpants still round his thighs, put my hands on his
bum and pull his cock into my mouth. I takes him only about ten seconds to
cum, which is not surprising, given my skill as a cocksucker and once again
I'm treated to the exciting taste of semen.
"Untie your uncle," I say to Nick as I collapse on to a lounge and
start pumping my own cock. I don't manage to last any longer that young
Nick, shooting my own load on my chest. I grab Ron's silk boxers, wipe
myself on them. They're nicely stained with two loads of cum. As cum
stains go, they're pretty impressive.
Then we all jump in the pool.
__________________________________________________
After lunch, we're sitting in the living room. I'm wearing Ron's cum
stained underpants, still slightly damp and giving off that sexy cum odour.
Ron has my briefs on and Nick is wearing his own. We've just looked at the
video of our adventures of the morning and, as promised, I'm showing Nick
the collection of facial cum shots that I've collected over the years on to
my laptop. Most have been downloaded from the internet, but some show me
cuming on Ron's face and in his mouth, and vice versa. All our cocks are
hard as we watch and Nick is visibly excited. He's muttering, "Wow," and
"Holy shit," and "Fuckin' awesome!" with each ejaculation of jism. There's
a lot of it.
"So how do you feel about getting your first blow job?" his uncle asks
him.
He hesitates. "Acutally, it wasn't my first. There's a guy at
school; he's a year ahead of me. I've been watching him in the changing
room after P.E. when he strips off. One time he saw me looking and he took
me in the bathroom, pulled my pants down and wanked me off. At the last
minute, he dropped to his knees and I came in his mouth. It was fuckin'
awesome! But you were better, Tony." The idea that I can pleasure him
more than a fourteen year old thrills me.
"Did you return the favour?" I ask.
"I never got the chance."
"I remember the first cock I sucked," Ron says, reflectively. "Some
guy I met in a laundromat. He offered me fifty quid and I sucked him off
in his car, parked in an alley. Had I known how much I was gonna enjoy it,
I'd have done it for free." Nick laughs. I close the laptop. The
constant repetition of splashing cum is getting stale.
"My first was my art teacher, in a store cupboard. He was totally in
love with me."
"What does it taste like?" asks Nick.
"Heaven," says Ron.
"To be honest, Nick, it's not the taste that's so exciting. It's the
fact that you're giving your partner such intense pleasure. Having your
cock in my mouth was the most exciting part of this morning, much better
than when I wanked myself off." He look intrugued. I take the plunge.
"How would you like to try it?"
"Suck you off?"
"You can't suck your uncle off, remember? You did say this morning
that my cock was awesome, as I remember. I don't think you'll be
disappointed."
He looks at me, then down at the still wet front of his uncles boxers
tented by my dick. I lift my hips and slide them off. Maybe he doesn't
like the smell of stale cum as much as I do. My cock points at the
ceiling.
"If you don't suck him, then I will," says Ron. "Let me tell you,
you're gonna enjoy it. Just kneel down between his legs and . . ." Before
he has a chance to finish the sentence, Nick is on his knees, leaning
forward, staring intently at my cock. He tentatively reaches his hand up
and takes hold of it. His touch is so gentle.
"This isn't the first time you've touched a cock, is it?" I say.
He looks up into my eyes. "No."
"Good for you," says Ron.
"There are a few boys in my class. We go into the churchyard behind
some old graves and give each other wanks."
"You can cum on my grave," mutters Ron.
"And you're right, Tony,"say Nick. "I like to wank a dick better than
being wanked." He starts to stroke my cock. It's like an iron bar. His
face is just inches away. He leans forward and touches the tip with his
tongue, tentatively tasting it. Then his lips go round the head.
"Mmmmmmmm," he murmurs. I feel his tongue playing with my foreskin, then
he rolls it back and bathes my glans, running his tongue round and round
it, then pulls my skin forward again with his tongue trapped under it.
"Oh, Jesus, Nick, you're fucking good at this," I groan. "You're
driving me crazy." I let out a few grunts and sighs and the occasional
gasp to let him know how much pleasure he's giving me.
Ron has pushed my briefs down to his thighs and is pumping his own
cock. Nick glances sideways to watch him. I lovingly run my fingers
through the boy's hair and caress the back of his neck. I can feel my
orgasm building. I start to sound like a bad porn video. "Ooooh. Shhhh!
Mmmmm! Oh, fuck, shit, fuck, fuck! Yeah, oh yeah, suck my cock baby." He
bobs his head up and down, masturbating me with his lips. "Suck it!" I
yell, somewhat unnecessarily. "Suck my hot, stiff cock, you little slut!
You darling little cocksucker, you fuckin' whore!" I'm getting carried
away. I thrust my hips upwards and he briefly takes my cock from his mouth
while continuing to stroke it. Then it happens. My cock explodes,
shooting one long stream of cum on to his face. He immediately clamps his
lips round it again and I shoot a second blob, then a third. His hand
milks me as smaller and smaller spurts eject. He takes his mouth off me
and looks in my eyes, with a look that I can only describe as adoration.
His mouth is open, full of my cum. More cum drips down his cheek on to his
chin, where it hangs, threatening to fall. I reach out, wipe it with my
finger and offer it to him to suck. He takes it in his mouth, then
swallows. He licks his lips.
"You were right, Tony. Sucking you was even better than being
sucked.. I could feel how excited you were."
"Sorry about calling you those names," I said. "I got carried away."
"No, it's alright. You can call me a cocksucker, 'cos that's what I am
now. And a slut too, I guess."
"But you're our slut," says Ron. I'd almost forgotten poor Ron,
watching his nephew suck his first cock and unable to touch him.
Amazingly, despite the fact that I've just cum, I think about how exciting
it would be to watch Nick finish him off. Usually at this time, I'm
totally disinterested in sex, but somhow, I'm still excited. Alas, the
rules won't allow Nick to do it, so I lean across and push Ron's hand off
his cock, replacing it with my own. "If you came on Nick's face, would
that count as inappropriate touching?" I ask.
"Not if I don't actually touch him. My promise didn't say anything
about my cum touching him."
"How about it, Nick. You wanna scootch over here between Ron's legs
and let me wank him off so he cums on your face? I thought so. Can you
get a little closer so he doesn't miss? Perfect. Just relax, Ron, we're
gonna take our sweet time." I should say at this point that Rons' cock,
though a tad shorter than mine, is slightly thicker, which is why it feels
so nice when it's up my arse, and it, too, is uncut. Right at this moment,
it feels like iron encased in velvet as I slowly stroke it. We look down
at the boy, kneeling with his face close to his uncles balls, getting a
close-up of the action. I'm gonna have to aim it down at the crucial
moment. Ron starts to grunt and groan and mutters, "You like my cock,
don't you, you little fucking tease! I've seen you sneaking looks at it,
lthough you didn't need to sneak. I'd have shown it to you any time you
wanted. Oh, fuck, Tony, that feels good." There's more to wanking a dick
than just moving your hand up and down. There's speed and varying
pressure, length of stroke, fingers versus fist, all sorts of variables,
and I bring all my skill to bear. After several long minutes I know he's
gonna cum.
"Get ready, Nick," I call and he tilts his head back and opens his
mouth. A dozen strokes later, Ron cums, big blobs of thick, creamy cum,
most of which lands on his nephew's forehead, nose and cheeks, but more
than a little goes right into his grinning mouth. All in all, it's a lot
more erotic that any of the cum shots I got from the internet. Before Nick
has a chance to wipe any of the cum from his face, I grip him under the
arms and pull him up so he's lying on top of me. I put my arms round him
and lick his face, taking care not to swallow any cum. Then I press my
lips to his and he opens his mouth, letting my tongue push as much cum as
possible inside. He sucks on my tongue, then lifts his head.
"That was nice, Tony. I got lots more cum."
He lies there, his body sprawled on top of mine, his hard cock pressed
against my stomach, his head on my chest. "You didn't get to cum," I
murmur to him.
"You can suck me later, if you like," he says.
"I've got a better idea. How would you like to fuck me?"
He looks up at me, his eyes big. "Really? Up the arse? Doesn't it
hurt?"
I laugh. "Your uncle, among others, has fucked me so often that you
could put two dicks up there and it wouldn't hurt a bit. My arse has
stretched, and I think your dick will fit nicely." His face lights up.
"Cool," he whispers, then, to my surprise, "Do you wanna fuck me?"
Even Ron is shocked.
"I love you for saying that, but you're way too young." I say. "You
need to prepare for weeks before you'll be ready to take a dick up there.
Don't worry, we'll help you. I'm truly flattered, though."
Talking of preparation, I wanna go take a shower. I take Nick's hand
and head for my bedroom to pick up a clean pair of white briefs. In the
bathroom, I put them on. "Why are you putting clean underpants on before
you shower?" Nick asks.
"Just wait and see," I say. I step into the shower, leaving the glass
door open. The floor might get wet, but fuck it. I turn the water on and
get thoroughly wet. My half hard cock is perfectly visible through the wet
cotton. I take the bottle of liquid soap, pull out the waistband of my
briefs and squirt some on to my cock, and do the same down the back. I put
the bottle back on the shelf and start to rub my cock and balls and my bum
until my whole midriff is a mass of suds. By now, my cock is rigid. Then
I wash myself all over and take my time rinsing myself off. All the while,
Nick is staring at me. Finally, I lean back against the shower wall, my
wet briefs stretched over my hard cock. "Whotcha think?" I ask, thrusing
my hips out. "Ain't that a fuckin' beautiful cock?'
"It is," he breathes.
"Now come in here and let me wash your briefs." I do the same
procedure to hime and have the satisfaction of feeling his cock respond
immediately to my touch. His bulge may not match mine, but it's
impressive, nevertheless. Then I put my hands on his bum and pull his body
against mine. His arms go round my neck and He hugs me, our cocks grinding
together. I can hear his breath quickening in my ear. "Oh, Nick," I
whisper, "I think I'm falling in love with you." He leans his head back
and lets me kiss him on the lips, my tongue probing his mouth, his own
tongue responding. We run out of air and break apart. I hold him at arm's
length and look in his eyes. "It's time you fucked me," I say, then drop
to my knees, pulling his wet briefs down his legs. "But first, just a
little suck to get us going."
"I'm already going," he says as I take his hard little cock in my
mouth. I keep it brief as I don't want him to get too far ahead of me.
Then I stand up and start to slide my briefs off, but he pushes my hands
away, dropping to his knees.
"Let me take them off," he says, slowly sliding them down. My cock
springs free, hitting him on the chin. When my briefs are round my ankles,
he takes them off and tosses them aside. "A little suck for me, too," he
pleads, looking up at me. For a few seconds I let his sweet, soft lips to
their work and then I take him by the shoulders and lift him up. From the
liquid soap bottle I lube his cock thoroughly, then turn my back on him,
one hand on the shower wall, the other guiding his cock to my hungry arse.
As he puts the tip against my hole, I hear the bathroom door open and Ron
comes in still wearing my briefs, carrying the camcorder. Clearly, he's
recovered, because the briefs are bulging.
"Oh, yeah!" I hear him say. "Go on, you little sex toy. Fuck Tony!
Fuck him right up the arse! He loves it, I can tell you. He likes it hard
and deep and savage. Fuck his brains out, and when you've finished, I'm
gonna fuck him too."
I push my bum back and feel Nick's cock slide smoothly into me. It
may be smaller than I'd like, but it's Nick;s, my darling little stud, and
I'm perfectly happy. I relax on the in stroke and clench my arse on the
out stroke. It's like wanking him with my arse. I hear him gasping and
groaning. "Oh, my God!" he whisper in my ear. "This is blowing my mind."
"Fuck me, Nick!" I croak. "Just keep shoving your gorgeous cock up my
arse! Oh, this is soooo good! Yeah, you're doing great. Keep it up,
don't stop, you're taking me to heaven." But then I feel several long hard
thrusts and I know he's cumming. I'm disappointed that it's over, but
delighted that I was able to arouse him and make him cum so quickly. I
feel his cock slide out of me.
"Here, Nick, grab the camera," calls Ron. "I'm gonna fuck him too. I
want it all on video." He steps into the shower, pulling my briefs down
his legs, revealing that his cock is about as hard as I've ever seen it.
We don't bother with any soap, my arse is already lubricated with Nick's
cum and Ron just unceremoniously shoves his cock all the way up my in a
single thrust. I gasp with pleasure. "Are you getting this, Nick?" he
calls.
"Perfectly. You should see Tony's face. I think he IS in heaven." I
am. I love being fucked, and being watched by a twelve year old boy while
it's happening is the icing on the cake. Ron, ever considerate, reaches
round and strokes my cock as he thrusts faster and faster into me. I'm
right on the edge as I feel him cum inside me, and he keeps going for
almost half a minute longer until his cock begins to soften. He pulls out
of me and I turn to face him. I push my cock against his and my orgasm
explodes, splattering cum all over his abdomen, cock and balls. He laughs.
"A cum bath!" he says, grinning. "I love a cum bath. I can never get
too much cum."
"Me neither," I say. "That was awesome, guys. Thank you both very
much."
Later, in the living room, sitting on the couch in fresh briefs
borrowed from my drawer, we look at the video. My underpants look a bit
baggy on Nick, but that doesn't detract from his sexiness. The action has
all been captured faithfully on the screen.
"Fuckin' awesome," says Nick. "I can't wait find out what it feels
like to be fucked."
"We have to prepare you," says Ron.
"Lie back and pull the crotch of your briefs aside," I say, putting my
middle finger in my mouth to wet it. "Here we go." He smiles at me as my
finger slides smoothly into him.
The End.