Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2015 16:01:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: Leslie Carr <lcarr69@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Orgy for 6 [ Don and Craig 2 ]

     This work of fiction contains scenes involving 5 teenage boys and an
adult male in a gay sex orgy. If this might offend you do not read on!

                         Orgy for 6
                          By Androgyne
                         Don and Craig 2

I'm naked and stretched out on my black satin sheets while watching a gay
porn DVD on my TV. Also I'm tossing myself off. Nothing too unusual about a
40+ gay guy doing that I suppose; but I've a better reason to be doing it
than normal. When the Proctor family moved in next door I never guessed
that their son, Craig, would turn out to be the hottest sexiest gay boy
you'll ever meet.

Just a couple of days ago Craig made a pass at me and I happily fell into
bed with him for an afternoon of the best sex I've had for many a day. I
only hope it was as good for him too! No sooner was I delighting in the
thoughts of passing Craig's summer holidays in bed with him than he's flown
out for three weeks holiday in Florida with his parents. That fact explains
my wicked thoughts and frequent erections as well as my just as frequent
masturbation!

I'm watching two boys, who have to be 18 since this is legal porn, but who
look say 14 or 16, fucking each other up the arse. I've a wad of tissues
ready since the satin sheets won't look good splattered with my cum. The
cutest boy, "Sandy", is taking a long cock while Rickie is pumping Sandy's
cock right handed.

I've seen this disc plenty of times so I'm going to cum just about the same
time the boys do. Sandy cums and shoots hard while Rickie pulls out, jerks
his cock, and shoots his load all over Sandy's rear. Right then I cum hard
and make a sort of "Urrrggghh" noise but that wad of tissues soaks up my
cream and saves my sheets. After a short while and with my breath back I
wipe my cock dry.

With the remote I shut off my DVD player then TV and lay staring at the
ceiling. A fast fix is okay but after Craig I need a lot more and I'm
thinking I need a change of scene to take my mind off him. That thought
galvanises me into action. Rolling off my bed I check out a leather bound
directory on the dresser opposite. Inside I find the number I'm seeking, in
red ink, on page three.

Picking up my bedroom phone extension I tap in the number and wait as it
rings.

"Marine View Hotel Reception; how can I help you?"

 I'm instantly sure I recognise the voice from other stays there.

"Victor? That is Victor Jeffers isn't it?"

"Donald Travis? Of course it's you. It's always good to hear from you
sir. What can we do for you Mr Travis?"

"Tell me Victor do you have a suite available as from tomorrow? I'll take
whatever's available."

"Just a moment while I check that out Mr Travis."

  I can hear the clicking of a computer keyboard and then Victor's back.

"The Mayflower suite's available Mr Travis but how long will the
reservation be for?"

"Shall we say one week with a possible extension to two?"

"Fine Mr Travis and we can expect you when exactly?"

"Say tomorrow before lunch. Horseshoe Bay's not that far from here."

"Excellent Mr Travis your suite will be ready for you when you book in."

Hanging up I drag two pieces of luggage out of a cupboard and, still stark
naked, begin packing for my holiday break.

Early the next morning I throw my cases onto the back seat of my Range
Rover Discovery and head off for the coastal resort of Horseshoe Bay and
the Marine View hotel. Around 11.30 I'm pulling up outside the hotel's
frontage and stepping out. Things are as efficient as ever and I'm
intercepted by a porter who collects my bags and I toss my keys to the
young parking guy. He's new from last year but these kids come and go.

At the reception desk I'm greeted by a young and attractive [ well not
sexually attractive to me ] lady in a red blazer.

"I've a reservation for the Mayflower Suite made for me by Victor Jeffers."

She does the key tapping routine and then smiles' showing more teeth than
it seems normal to have.

"Of course Mr Travis and how will you be paying?"

I pass her my credit card, gold or platinum or diamond, or whatever the
latest expensive sounding title is. She slips it into the reader and I tap
in my PIN number and it's done as easily as that.

"Jordan will take your bags up to the suite Mr Travis and enjoy your stay
with us. The lift whisks us up to the fourth floor and once I've tipped a
grateful Jordan and he departs I unpack. That done I take a shower and
change into clean underwear, dark blue slacks, and a pale blue
shirt. Slipping on a pair of moccasins I decide to skip lunch since I
treated myself to a "Full English" at home this morning.

However the coffee here is always good. So I decide that coffee on the rear
terrace with a morning paper I bought but haven't read is my next best
move. Down in one of a bank of lifts I stroll across an acre of red carpet
and out through French windows onto the terrace. Picking an empty table I
settle down there till a waitress arrives and I order my coffee.

She's prompt and soon I've been served with a thermos jug of coffee, cream,
and a choice of white or brown sugar. Since I'm skipping lunch I can treat
myself to cream and sugar. Sipping the rich brew I work my way through the
news and then tackle the first of the two crosswords on the puzzle page.

I'm three parts through it when voices, young voices, intrude on my
concentration.

"You might just get away with it Jacob and so might Harry but we've got no
chance. I don't think they'll serve us here either."

Lowering my pen I take a covert glance at the table, one over and to my
side. That table's occupied by five "Emo" boys and the one who has just
finished speaking, the nearest to me, is so bloody pretty I almost forget
Craig for a second. I figure they range between 14 or 15 up to an
optimistic 16 or 17. The brunette with the mass of tight curls looks the
oldest but I reckon none of them are old enough to vote!

This time it's another blonde speaking and he's damn near as hot as the
first boy.

"Look Allan it's just a beer each; we're not planning on ordering shots or
vodka martinis!"

The first tasty blonde is evidentially Allan since he responds to those
words.

"What I'm saying is this. Okay we're booked in here but I still don't think
they'll let us order booze."

The other brunette, only his hair is long and straight, pulls a face.

 "Ah come on Allan let Jake try for us."

Allan might be the youngest but my guess is he's the most sensible of the
quintet and what he says next proves it.

"Look guys if we push this too far we might end up getting tossed out and
our folks would hit the roof. How much trouble did we have getting them to
let the five of us go on holiday unsupervised?"

I'm a sucker for a pretty face and not one of these boys is ugly. The two
blondes and a redhead who hasn't said a word are sure pretty while the two
brunettes are still easy on the eye. I mightn't have done it if I hadn't
just got and then quickly lost Craig but I turn to face them.

"Look boys your friend Allan here is right. I doubt the bar staff here will
serve you and if you push it you'll get to be talking to a manager pretty
fast. I tell you what. I'm pretty well in here so I can swing drinks for
you. Just one round of beers is all you get so what do you fancy?"

Allan is first in and politely in.

"Oh that's very good of you Mr...?"

He leaves things hanging in the air so I can step into the gap.

"Don Travis, Allan, and who are the rest of your group?"

He points in turn and names them.

"Chris, Brett, Harry and Jake, Mr Travis."

"Oh Don's fine thank you Allan no need for the Mr. So what'll it be boys?"

After a brief discussion they decide on five San Miguel's. I wink at Allan
who by now has my cock showing plenty of interest in him.

"I'll be right back."

I amble through into the bar hoping that last visit's familiar face will
still be here and happily he is.

"Mike my old friend I'd like a favour. There are five nice lads out on the
terrace just longing for a single cold beer each. So a couple of them might
be a tad underage but just the one won't hurt them. Oh and I'd be most
grateful if you could charge the drinks to me in the Mayflower suite and
send one of your staff out to give me the drinks. Five cold San Miguel's
please.

As I'm giving him my best poker face I'm slipping a folded twenty into his
hand. His poker face matches mine and he never cracks the slightest of
smiles.

"Of course Mr Travis leave things to me!"

That twenty vanishes just like magic! When I head back outside I pull out a
seat and settle next to Allan. As I do I catch what looks a knowing glance
from Chris. I'm getting some odd vibes here but I haven't sorted out what
they are yet.

A minute later and a waitress places a tray before me bearing the five beer
bottles and five glasses. I pass them around and also hand out a little
advice.

"Not from the bottle. Pour it into the glass. This is a high class place
and you use glasses here."

I retrieve my coffee and start chatting to the boys, mainly Allan, as they
sample their beers.

"So how are all you boys here together then Allan?"

"We all attend Saint Martin's College Don. It's a private school in...!"

I cut him off there.

"Yeah I've heard of it. In Tadcaster if I recall rightly."

"That's the place. We all board there and this year we persuaded our
parents to let us take a holiday together and they agreed. So long as we
took it in the UK. I guess they wouldn't trust us to fly off abroad."

I'm occasionally glancing around as I talk to Allan and his buddies and
suddenly all those odd vibes I've been picking up come together. As weird
as it might seem I'm sure all five of these pretty Emo boys are gay! So
that's why they wanted a holiday away from their folks! These boys want
privacy so no parents will interrupt any cock sucking sessions.

All of a sudden I'm not just looking at Allan I'm weighing them all up and
getting very dirty ideas indeed. By the time the boys have finished their
illegal beers I've killed off my coffee. I then get an invitation from
Allan. Not that kind of invitation but it's a start.

"We're all going for a swim next Don. Why don't you come as well? The pool
here is almost full Olympic size."

Well if that keeps me close to Allen, Chris, and the rest of this hot crew
then I'm game.

"I sure will Allan. I'll pop up to my suite and change into my
swimwear. See you guys by the pool in five!"

When I get back to my room and strip off I'm trying to figure out if I can
get my big erection tucked away out of sight in these swim briefs. And
these swim briefs are brief indeed. I'm just about to step into them when
my cell phone chimes. It's a text from Craig in Florida which just reads.

"Miss me much?"

There is however an attachment and when I open it I think "Wow that's
nice". I'm looking at a "selfie" of a naked Craig stretched out on a hotel
bed stroking his long slender and erect cock. As I'm admiring my new lover
boy there's a second chime. This time the text reads.

"Jealous much?"

 This time the picture is a photo of a slim dark haired boy who looks
Hispanic. His skin is dark brown like bitter chocolate and he's on a beach
and wearing just a pair of shorts. The third chime is just a text and
reads.

"I hope you're not lonely. I'm gonna fuck Julio tonight or tomorrow,"

Well it's nice to know my boy is going to have a fine time. At least that
leaves me free to think about the boys down at the pool. After wriggling
into those swim briefs I text him back.

"Have fun but save some cum for me when you get home!"

Slipping into a hotel terry towel robe, picking up a full sized bath towel
from the bathroom, and wearing a pair of deck shoes, I set off for the
pool. When I reach it the boys are already cavorting around and my only
disappointment is that they all seem to favour those baggy "surfer dude"
shorts. You know the ones I mean. They are loose and come right down over
the knees.

Given my choice I'd much rather see Allan or Chris or bloody any of them
for that matter in Speedos. Allan in particular! Kicking off my shoes and
dropping my towel on a deckchair I slip out of the robe. The boys have
brought, or found somewhere, a beach ball. They seem to be having an
impromptu game of water polo with it.

Chris flicks the ball away, catches site of me, and grinning nudges
Allan. When Allan spots me he reacts much the way Craig did when he first
saw me naked on my bed. I recall, when about Chris's age, I was taken home
by my first real man as opposed to another boy. He used a phrase I'll
always remember; and this is what he said.

"Damn son you strip well!"

Nowadays I strip a lot better. From all my training I'm compact and really
solid; and it looks like the boys are all impressed. I slide into the water
and a few powerful strokes take me across to where Allan has an arm on the
edge of the pool and is floating at ease. I'm not a classy swimmer but I'm
a strong swimmer; there are guys technically better swimmers but I mainly
beat them in a race as I'm bloody strong and have great stamina.

I have a lot of stamina in bed too!

Reaching Allan I join in floating idly.

"What were you meaning out on the terrace when you said the rest of you'd
have no chance?"

You can shrug in water as Allan proves.

"Tomorrow's Brett's birthday and Jake and Harry have been talking about us
celebrating it at a club. There's no way that me, Chris, and Brett, are
ever going to get into a nightclub no matter what fake I.D. Jake's bought
for us. Now the only way we've managed to get a drink here is have you buy
them for us so the chance of getting into a licensed club is zero!"

I bob there for a minute and then, after weighing things up, make my
decision. Okay I'm influenced by the gorgeous Allan and his almost equally
attractive fellows but I'm honest with myself about that.

"Can I make a suggestion Allan?"

For a second he looks like he's hoping my suggestion will be a sexy one but
he keeps his face fairly straight.

"Sure you can Don! Go right ahead."

"Well I'm booked into the "Mayflower" suite and it's pretty damn
big. Supposing I got room service to stock up my rooms with some nice
drinks and a few snacks. How'd you boys feel about wishing Brett a happy
birthday up there? Okay it'd just be me and you guys but it'd be free and a
no risk situation. All the hotel would know would be I've ordered in booze
and food for a party not who will be attending."

"Oh my God that would be amazing but we couldn't ask you to spend that much
money on us!"

He looks like puppy ready to wag a non-existent tail; which gives me the
opportunity to put one hand on the back of his neck and give it a gentle
squeeze.

"Allan the fact that I'm booked into the "Mayflower" suite should tell you
I'm not short of cash. My dad built up a profitable business salvaging
reusable fittings, wood, slates and all kinds of stuff from old buildings
due to be demolished. After he retired I ran the business. Since then I've
sold a half share in it and work part time. Things are even more profitable
now than back then. Money is the least of my problems!"

Just then Chris strokes over to us. The boy has a slyly sexy caste to his
features that suits him.

"Well you two seem to have gotten up close and personal."

I grin at him lazily as I tread water.

"What's wrong with close and personal Chris?"

"Nothing that I know Don."

Allan prods Chris's chest with an index finger.

"Listen Chris. Don's made us a great offer. Get the boys over here so you
can see what you think."

I end up bobbing in the centre of the quintet repeating my offer to the
four that haven't already heard it. Jake puts up token resistance but his
heart isn't in it so early evening tomorrow night is a date. I'm hoping
it'll be the kind of date we'll all enjoy!

Once the pool spell ends I head back up to my rooms to arrange things for
tomorrow evening. Back there I check my phone and yeah Craig's been at it
again. Text with attachment's arrived again.

"See what you're missing?"

A selfie of my boy having just cum with his cream on his cock, thigh, and
fingers, is that attachment. Despite what I'm hoping for tomorrow night I'm
counting down to the day Craig arrives home.

After showering and dressing again I get hold of my friend Mike on the
phone to arrange for tomorrow night's drinks. For wine I order
Prosecco. I'm not stinting by not ordering Champagne; Prosecco's getting
very popular lately. Furthermore though these boys's clearly come from
fairly affluent backgrounds, them all attending St Martin's college tells
me that, they'll be more concerned with it tasting good rather than how
much it costs.

Next I go through "Room Service" to order the snacks for what I describe as
"a modest celebration" tomorrow night. In anticipation I unpack from a
zipped pocket on one of my cases two what might be vital items. The lube
isn't my "Greek Fire" but "Liquid Silk" is not cheap and I've a feeling
we'll be needing it.

I grin when I unearth the second one. It's a silver cigarette case that was
my late grandfather's; only it doesn't have cigarettes in it! Popping open
the lid reveals those small blue diamond shaped Viagra tablets that will
give natural performance a boost we might want. After this spell of
arrangements I go down to dine in the hotel restaurant. I make the meal
last and take my time over dessert then a coffee and a small brandy.

Rather than go out on the town or even look for a movie or a show I decide
to conserve my energy and stay in my rooms. There's a large screen TV here
in the lounge so I settle for a movie on it and early to bed. Next morning,
on wakening, there's another text with an attachment from Craig. This one
reads.

"Told you I'd fuck Julio!"

The picture must have been taken unawares when the boy was
undressing. Julio is half turned away but I can see a short thick cock
standing erect and pert buttocks. Craig is some kind of a phenomenon at pre
teen gay seduction and I'm so lucky he lives next door. I'm glad he got
this boy into his bed and not in the least jealous. Well maybe just a tad
jealous!

That next evening, with the boys due soon, I've wine chilling in ice
buckets and beer and glasses lined up. The food is laid out buffet style on
a side table across the far side of the room. I'm wearing moccasins, black
slacks, and a dark blue silk shirt. When I hear the rap on my suite door I
jump a little and remind myself I'm not some gay virgin on his first date.

When I open my door Allan is at the fore and right behind him Chris is
smirking; likely at Allan's urgency or excitement. It seems Allan is
somewhat smitten with me but I've a hunch Chris wants a crack at me too.

"Come on in boys and make yourselves at home. Tell me what you fancy and
I'll pour but first....!"

I've already poured, only minutes ago, six glasses of this very nice
Prosecco. I hand them round so we've all got one and raise mine. Nothing
fancy and I keep it short.

"Happy birthday Brett!"

Everybody takes a drink and the rest of the boys add their own good
wishes. When we spread out around the room I'm wondering if this has been a
good idea after all. The boys are a bit stiff and formal; apart from Allan
that is which is fortunate. I'm seated in an armchair and right off Allan
perches on the arm of the chair while chatting to me. He's settled an arm
casually around my shoulders and seems totally relaxed and at home.

Soon our chat is becoming more risqué and outrageous while the rest of
the crew are sampling the buffet and drinking a bit faster than I'd like
them to. Chris is whispering in Brett's ear and giggling, no doubt about me
and Allan, when Brett does something surprising and more outrageous than
the exchange between Allan and me. He downs the last of the wine in his
glass and looks around.

"This is my birthday and we all know what's in our heads. Why don't we get
naked and do some serious fucking and sucking!"

My jaw drops if only because Brett, I don't think, has said a word in the
brief time I've been in his presence. Harry almost chokes on his beer and
Jacob is as surprised as I am at this. Well I'm all in favour of his
proposal so I speak casually into the momentary silence.

"Am I included?"

Brett doesn't get a chance to reply because Allan jumps right in.

"Fucking "A" you are!"

   Chris's already unbuttoning his shirt when Brett picks up the phone from
the side table.

"Yeah hello Room Service? This is the "Mayflower" suite and I'd like to
order an orgy for six please!"

If there was any tension left before this that little gem shatters
it. Luckily Brett never pressed "1" or he would have really been talking to
Room Service and somebody would have had a big surprise. However my next
move is to pull Allan onto my lap and kiss him. He kisses me right back
with gusto and plenty of skill. My cock is rock hard and I'm eager for
things to really get going.

Despite the delight of Allan on my lap and his lips on mine we are all soon
standing to strip naked. There's a fine assortment of cocks, all already
hardening, on display. Long and slender to short and thick we have the full
set. Most of the boys are as smooth as a peach and only Jake, with his dark
Semitic looks, has much of a pubic bush.

I find myself naked and rock hard out in the middle of the room. I'm joined
seconds later by Allan and Chris. In a triangle we're kissing and rubbing
our cocks together and our arms around each other. Before our orgy kicks
off fully I try to keep my mind straight just a bit longer. Reluctantly i
pull away from the two gorgeous boys.

"We'll need this for sure!"

I bring out the bottle of "Liquid Silk" for us. Next, with a wicked grin, I
hold up the cigarette case.

"Now who's up for one of these?"

Harry puts his head to one side even as he's playing with Brett's erection.

"Are you offering us a spliff?"

"God no lad something much better and more useful!"

I flip open the box and the boys gather round. Once we've popped one down
it's time to get down to business. I lead the whole group into the suite's
bedroom. The bed's huge but if it's not big enough the carpet's plenty
thick and plush. We're back to the three way kissing but I put my hands to
good use and take hold of two hard cocks. A few slow strokes of my hands
have the two blondes almost purring like kittens.

We stumble onto the bed and I set myself between Allan's thighs and take
hold of his long stiff cock. Chris's not with us so I take a fast glance
around. He's gotten hold of my bottle of lube and is slicking himself up. I
think I know what's coming and I shiver in anticipation. For now though I
ease back Allan's foreskin and slide my tongue over his bulging helmet. He
pants and then groans aloud!

As I take his smooth cock into my mouth I feel hands cradle my hips and
Chris's standing behind me. He parts my buttocks and I can feel his smooth
curved cock sliding home. A firm thrust of his slim hips and he's deep
inside me and fucking me fast and hard. The old familiar heat burns back
there as I bob my head and go down on Allan with all the experience and
lust I own.

"Oh shit this is so good! So fucking good!"

I can't look around without taking Allan's cock out of my mouth but from
the corner of my eye I can see Harry sucking on Jake's short but really
thick cock. As he is Brett's got his fingers wrapped around Harry's hard on
to pump him slowly. Allan's belly is rising and falling faster now as my
head rises and falls faster and his thighs are trembling. Chris's pounding
away faster now too and grunting with the effort of fucking me.

My own cock feels like iron and that Viagra can hardly be into my system
yet. I know just what I'm going to do soon with my hard-on though. I'm
working slower now on a writhing Allan when Chris bucks and cums with a
hoarse howl as he shoots his load inside me. I'm trying to hold Allan on
the edge of his climax but I think Chris's explosion drives him over the
edge. He arches up from the bed and creams himself right into my mouth.

His head lashes around on the counterpane as he shoots a series of hot wads
of his juice into my mouth. He tastes as delicious as I knew he would as I
gulp it down. Chris's drained himself so eases out of me to settle
alongside Allan as I suck the last creamy drops from his cock. When I stand
the two of them are kissing dreamily and stroking each other's cocks.

I wriggle across the bed which it turns out can just about hold five
aroused boys and a man; though things are crowded. Mind you climbing over
three more hot and pretty boys is no hard task. When I get to Brett I'm
afraid I'll just cum all over him I'm so turned on.

I move behind him, nuzzle his neck and nibble his ear, then whisper into
it.

"I've got a birthday present for you; now where's that lube?"

I ferret it out from beneath Harry's thighs and use it liberally from knob
end to my groin. Lying on my right side I slip my cock between the cheeks
of Brett's arse until I'm pressed against his pucker. Gradually I ease my
cock forward as he stretches and opens for me. One firm thrust and I'm
buried in his tight canal.

I drive forward then pull back, and again, and again, until I'm reaming his
arse like crazy.

Even while I'm thrusting hard Jake takes a hold of Brett's cock and steers
it into his mouth. Birthday boy is getting a double present now; a cock up
his rear and his cock in a mouth! Brett's moaning and I'm grunting with
each heave of my hips while the bed is creaking beneath us. Just to add to
the mix Harry gets atop of Jake and a well lubed cock goes all the way
home.

I'm on fire and I can feel the heat burning away up my cock like the
mercury rising in a thermometer. With a hoarse and strangled howl I explode
inside the birthday boy to flood him with my spurts of thick cum. Whenever
I think I'm finished my cock sort of spasms and I shoot again. Spent
finally I ease back out of him just as Jake gets him off and Brett bucks
and shudders as he climaxes.

I'm stretched out grinning watching a trickle of creamy white juice ooze
from the corner of Jake's mouth as Harry has his cum too. His eyes are
screwed up as he gasps out in release and relief! My pill's worked its
magic as I catch Chris's eye and wriggle across the bed towards him.

"Come here pretty boy. I want your cock in my mouth and mine in yours!"

There's a tangle of boys on the bed but we get enough room for Chris to
straddle my head. Clasping his smooth buttocks I guide him down until I can
take his stiff cock into my ready mouth. Sliding my tongue over the bulge
of his knob-end has him panting; until he goes down on me that is to suck
hard on my cock. I wrap my legs around his upper half and clamp onto his
rear as we try to drive each other over the top.

We're like two bodies fused together as heads bob and tongues lick against
throbbing flesh. The fires burn and rise slowly and then faster inside
me. At the same time Chris's writhing atop me like a pale blond snake as
his own climax roars in. With a buck of my hips I fire off the first spurt
of my cum into Chris's mouth followed by a second blast. I want to howl
with delight but my mouth's full of a hard cock that suddenly fires a full
load into it.

We remain locked together until we've drained each other for the time
being. Things being crazy we just keep swapping around in different
combinations. I find Harry feeding me chilled wine from a flute with one
hand and stroking my cock with the other. The grand finale of the evening
comes when Jake organises us into a circle around Brett.

"We want a special treat for the birthday boy so let's do it guys!"

We're holding each other's cocks and pumping away as we kneel around a
grinning redheaded Brett. Whether the Viagra's still working or whether our
wild orgy is just keeping us going we all manage to perform our christening
ceremony. Four boys and I shoot our loads all over Brett with power and
accuracy. He's laughing like crazy and smearing himself with our cum cream.

 When I wake up its half way through the morning and I'm sandwiched between
Allan and Brett. My arse is hot and tingling and my cock feels still stiff
and tender. Jake's gone and Chris and Harry are wrapped around each other
and sleeping on a sofa in the living room. One by one the boys shower and
dress. We locate Jake with a call to his cell phone. He's ordering
breakfast for himself and the rest of the boys.

I tell the guys I'll join them for that breakfast once I've showered
too. I'm alone in the suite and stepping out of the shower when my phone
chimes. This time it's not a text from Craig it's Craig calling.

"Hey Don missing me much?"

 Just those few words have me, incredibly, getting rock hard all over
again.

"Oh yeah baby I'm missing you and so is my cock. Are you okay to talk?"

"Do you mean am I okay to talk dirty Don? Sure I am and Julio was good but
I can't wait to have your cock right up my arse again. For an old gay fart
you fuck like a machine!"

"Well I can't wait to have your cock in my mouth and swallow your sponk
again. I'll be counting the days till your back baby."

"Good and so will I. I gotta go now Don but I hope you're having a good
time with a boy or two while I'm gone."

I grin before my final words.

"Well maybe there was a boy or two but you're what I'm waiting for with a
hard-on baby. Goodbye till we can get it on again!"

Looking down I really am standing here with a hard-on and when Craig
arrives home that hard cock is going to get lots of use!

In Chapter 3 Craig will be back with Don and a surprising development will
take place.