Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2006 09:56:18 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Pablo's Story part nine

PABLO'S STORY. Part  Nine.

This  is a homosexual fantasy and as such will contain unprotected sex,
which, in this  day and age is unwise to say the least; but it is a fantasy. If it
is illegal  for you to read such material, for any reason, please leave  now.
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and encourages me to write more,  thanks.
My  jaws were beginning to ache from keeping my mouth wide open while I
lapped at  and sucked on Marcel's giant knob to keep his 9 inch cock hard. But I
loved the  taste of his free-flowing precum as it trickled down my throat and I
kept poking  the tip of my tongue into his large cock-slit searching for more.
Jomo must have  been getting close to cumming because he now kept his cock in
my ravaged  boy-hole and had changed to stab-fucking me with rapid 2 or 3
inch strokes. The  slapping of his hairless ball-sac on my hairless, sweaty arse
cheeks was clearly  audible above our mutual moaning. Marcel put his hands
under my sweaty armpits  taking some of the weight off my aching arms, a much
welcome support. My own  cock was once again fully stiff to its full, thick 5-1/2
inches. There was no  precum, so I knew I hadn't built up enough spunk to cum
again, even though  Jomo's cock was pounding my prostrate and sending tremors
through my young body.  Although my jaws ached, my hole ached and my arms and
legs ached I didn't want  the sex to end, I wanted to eat more cum and have my
boy-hole fucked until I  could take no more. I just wished they'd have let me
lie on my  back.
"Get  ready Marcel," Jomo gasped, "I'm nearly there, I want you to be ready
to force  your big French cock into his little boy-hole as soon as I pull
out. I can't  wait to see your knob breaking through his tight ring!"
I  braced myself in anticipation of Jomo cumming; he fucked into me even
faster and  harder, his breath coming in loud gasps, and then he buried his 7 inch
black  cock as deep as it would go and pulled my hips backwards. I felt his
cock swell  and he cried out.
"Yes ... Yes, that's it; I'm filling your boy-hole with my hot  spunk."
He  shot 5 or 6 times deep inside me and as he started to shoot Marcel
removed his  cock from my mouth and went to join him. I wriggled my jaws around to
ease their  ache, as I enjoyed the sensation of Jomo's cock shooting his cum
into my arse  chute. When he'd finished cumming he asked Marcel.
"Are  you ready?"
"Yes,  ready and waiting." Marcel replied.
Jomo  pulled his cock from my boy-hole with ease and Marcel grabbed my hips,
wasting  no time in forcing his cock into my open hole. I winced in painful
pleasure as  the massive knob forced my sphincter more open than it had been all
day. Marcel  stopped for a few seconds with his knob halfway through my
sphincter giving me  both pain and pleasure. Then he pushed steadily forwards and I
felt some precum  drip from my cock slit as the knob passed over my prostate.
And I could feel a  warm liquid trickling over my hairless balls, obviously a
mixture of Jomo's and  Mr. Cohen's spunk and my body's juices.
"Fucking hell Marcel, I've always wanted to see your big knob breaking
through a young boy's ring; it's fantastic how it's stretched to accommodate it,
and now it looks like his boy-hole is eating your cock shaft."
Marcel kept going, his massive knob stretching the walls of my arse-chute
ever wider, causing me to shudder with pleasure. It was like a plunger in a pipe
 as the massive knob inched its way up my arse-chute; I loved it. He didn't
stop  until the whole 9 inches were fully inside me, the furthest I'd ever been
 penetrated by a real cock. He held onto my hips as my arse-chute got used to
the  monster cock throbbing away deep inside me. I moaned softly as sensation
after  sensation washed over my sweaty young body, I just knew that this was
going to  be the best fuck yet! When my hole had closed around Marcel's
thinner shaft he  slowly withdrew his cock until his thicker knob hit my sphincter
then he slowly  pushed his cock all the way back in and stopped again. I
shuddered once more and  felt more spunk and juices seep from my well stretched hole
and trickle over my  balls. Jomo came and knelt by my head; he cupped my chin
and lifted it. I gazed  into his eyes and half-smiled, he leaned forwards and
kissed me briefly on the  lips.
"Are  you all right Paul?" Jomo asked his voice full of concern. "When Marcel
's done  I'll give you a warm shower and clean your insides out too."
"It's  the best day of my life Jomo; I love being fucked and eating cum. My
arms and  legs ache a bit but that's O.K." My voice was husky. "But I don't
want to be  cleaned out, have you got a butt-plug for my hole so that I can go
home with all  the cum inside me? Oh, and I nearly forgot, I haven't cleaned
your cock yet  either."
Marcel slapped my right arse cheek causing me to jump.
"You're a right little cum-pig boy, I'll certainly be visiting you in
B***** for some more of your sexy young body and your hot little  arse."
"Don't start fucking him yet Marcel, let me get a butt-plug and specimen
jar, then I'll hold him while you finish fucking him, and I'll be able to
watch."
Jomo  stood and went over to the cupboard and came back and placed a
butt-plug, a jar  of something, and a specimen jar and spatula on a spunk free part of
the bench.  He opened the jar and smeared some of the cream it contained over
the butt-plug.  Before I could ask he explained.
"Mr  Cohen likes young boys' cum, so Marcel will collect as much of yours as
he can  while I give you your shower. The cream is to soothe your boy-hole
and help it  get back to normal. Now you can clean my cock and then I'll give
you some  support while Marcel fucks you."
As  Marcel's cock continued to throb away deep inside me Jomo offered me his
flaccid  cock. I swallowed it eagerly and lapped the sticky knob clean
savouring the  taste of Jomo's cum and my juices. Jomo squeezed the base of his shaft
and I got  a couple of drops of postcum to eat, mmmm! He removed his cock and
straddled the  bench facing Marcel. He passed his arms around my chest where
he interlocked his  fingers and lifted, taking a lot of the weight from my
arms. My head was now  between his legs and I could feel his hairless balls and
soft cock lying on the  nape of my neck.
"OK  Marcel you can fuck him now, I'm holding most of his body weight, thank
God his  body is so small and light."
Once  more I felt Marcel's cock steadily coming back out of my arse-chute
until his  knob hit my sphincter. He stopped then fed his cock back into my chute
until his  balls hit my arse cheeks, when he started pulling back out. On his
out stroke  more of the gooey mixture inside me was forced out over my balls,
I wondered how  much would be left inside me. I was hanging like a rag-doll
as the two men  supported my limp body while Marcel fucked me. My body began to
quiver with  pleasure as Marcel continued to steadily fuck me, and my cock
was rock hard and  dribbling precum. The room reeked of man sex and cum and mine
and Marcel's moans  and groans filled the air. This was sex, lust, sheer
carnality and I was loving  every minute of it, I loved having my boy's body used
by other men. I was almost  semi-conscious as I let my mind wander and I just
enjoyed getting fucked. I did  wonder what I'd feel if it was Leonel fucking
me, I knew his cock wouldn't feel  as good as Marcel's, but loving someone who
was fucking you was bound to be  different.
After  several minutes of steady fucking Marcel swiftly brought me back to
reality, on  his out stroke he pulled his 9 inch cock completely out of my
boy-hole causing  me to cry out in pain as his knob broke through my sphincter.
"Christ Marcel," gasped Jomo, "you've pulled his arse-lips out; his  hole's
open that much I can see his inner flesh!"
"Well, it's not affecting his elasticity, his boy-hole's still really
tight, it must be all the dildo practice Ramon told us about." Marcel answered
breathlessly.
Almost as soon as his cock was out of my battered boy-hole he forced it  back
in.  The pain of re-entry was  nowhere near as bad as the exit. Marcel
developed a rhythm, he'd fuck me  normally for ten strokes, then on the eleventh he'
d pull his cock completely out  of my battered boy-hole, wait a couple of
seconds, then sink his cock all the  way back into me. Of course every time he
pulled out I'd feel more of the gooey  mixture from inside my well stretched
bowels trickle over my hairless balls. How  long he kept this up I don't know but
it was sending me delirious with pleasure,  I wasn't even feeling pain when
his massive knob exited my boy-hole, just  pleasure; and my precum was
trickling steadily onto the mat. I was fighting for  breath and my heart was hammering
as he speeded up his strokes. Two or three  minutes went by.
"Are  you getting close boy?" Marcel asked breathlessly.
"I  think so Sir." I gasped in reply.
"Good. Jomo you'll have to support all his weight, I'm going to wank us
both off so that we can, hopefully, cum together."
Marcel pulled his cock back until just his knob was retained by my  sphincter
and he started to wank his exposed shaft; his fist kept hitting my  arse
cheeks. I felt his right hand come around my thigh and he grasped my rigid  cock
and started to wank me.
"His  fat little cock's great to wank Jomo, he's got so much loose foreskin
and his  cock's as stiff as a poker."
"Just  hurry up Marcel, we haven't got that much time left, we've got to get
him  cleaned up and dressed ready for his sister."
Marcel took the hint and speeded up his wanking of both our cocks. Of  course
the result was inevitable, I gave a loud groan and my body shuddered as  my
spunk shot from my cock onto the mat below for the third time that day. My
sphincter clenched hard around Marcel's shaft every time I shot, seven times in
all, and on my second shot Marcel shouted out.
"Oh ... Fuck ... YES!"
And I  felt his strong jets of hot mancum start to splatter the walls of my
boy-chute;  I shivered with delight, wonderful! Marcel came eight times, one
more than when  I'd sucked him off, he must really have liked my boy-hole.
Marcel was breathing  deeply as he reached down and picked up the butt-plug.
"Christ boy," he gasped, "that was one of the best fucks I've ever had!
You look so young and sexy and your boy-hole is a revelation."
With  that he yanked his softening cock from my hole, pushing the butt-plug
in as soon  as his knob had exited. I shuddered again as the knob broke through
my sphincter  for the last time. Jomo scooped me up into his arms but before
he could move I  spoke.
"Can't I clean Marcel's cock?" I asked plaintively.
"You  never give in do you? You little sex-pig!" Jomo answered with a dirty
laugh.
But  he sat on the bench with me still in his arms and Marcel came over and
pushed  his knob into my open mouth. I licked and sucked his massive knob, and
I pulled  his foreskin back to help me clean it. I loved the musky taste and
would have  sucked and got him hard again if he hadn't pulled his cock from my
mouth.
"Take  him for his shower Jomo, I'll collect as much of his cum that I can,
then I'll  have a quick shower too."
End of part nine. If you have any constructive criticism, or  anything you
wish to share with me, contact me at _INSILVA92@aol.com_
(mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com)  Love Paul.
Copyright 2006