Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2009 08:53:48 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Punctured, part one.

PUNCTURED. Part  one.

This is a homosexual fantasy  involving sex between a teenage boy and older
men. If it is illegal for you to  read it for any reason please leave now.
Because it is a fantasy the sex will be  unprotected. In real life please
practise safe sex.
It was a hot sunny Friday in  summer and I'd been out cycling in the
country with a couple of mates. I was 16  and a half and I'd finished school and
was waiting to go to college in  September. It had just gone 3:30 p.m.  and
we were on our way home when I rode over some glass totally shredding my
front tyre. There was no way we could patch the tyre up to enable me to cycle
home. I'd have to walk and push my bike; it was almost a two hour walk home.
My  mates offered to walk home with me but I told them to cycle on, it was
pointless  all three of us walking. But I did ask the mate who lived nearest
to me to call  round and explain to my Mom why I wouldn't be home before
she left for work at  4:30 p.m. I also asked him to  reassure her that I was
O.K. and hadn't been injured. For some reason none of us  had taken our
mobiles with us; well I couldn't afford to top-up mine and my  mates were
probably in the same financial situation.
Mom worked the telephone for  a taxi service from 5:00 p.m. until  10:00
p.m. and got home around  10:30 p.m. It was her second job;  days she worked
from 9:00 a.m. until  3:00 p.m. in an insurance office. My  parents had
divorced well before I was a year old, and my Dad had emigrated to  the U.S.A.
Mom  only had their wedding photos and I looked just like him. We never heard
from  him apart from the monthly cheque that he'd send through the post;
there was no  return address. The cheques, which stopped on my 16th Birthday,
weren't for very much so Mom had to work. The cheques were drawn on a large
international bank and Mom spent most of the money on me. We lived upstairs
in  the same two bedroomed council maisonette Mom and Dad had moved into
when they  got married. Downstairs was an old guy who'd lived there before Mom
and Dad  moved in. Now he was practically housebound and Social Services
did his shopping  and looked after him. I didn't really know the other
neighbours, they seemed to  change every year or so.
We had access to the back  garden and I sunbathed a lot when the weather
was good enough; I had a good tan,  but my skin was lily-white where I wore my
Speedos. My Mom's parents helped out  by baby-sitting me while Mom was
working full-time in the office. When I was 14,  and Mom agreed that I didn't
need baby-sitting any more, to increase her income  she'd cut her hours in the
office and taken on the taxi job. I was very neat and  tidy and had been
doing my own washing and ironing since I was twelve. I also  helped with the
housework and shopping and I could cook too; Mom had been  teaching me since
I was ten or so. Mom used to joke that I'd make someone a good  husband one
day!
Mom had suggested that I had  a week or so holiday and then look for some
work until I started college,  explaining that she wouldn't be able to give
me much pocket money. She'd given  me the phone number of a distant relative
for me to ring and see if he needed  anyone to do part-time work. He owned a
couple of butchers' shops and I didn't  fancy that kind of work. But I
knew that I'd have to find some kind of work, I  couldn't keep relying on Mom.
Her Dad, my Granddad, had recently bought her a  second hand car; and I
wanted to save up for driving lessons too. So I'd have to  work part-time when
I was at college too. I didn't like my Granddad very much;  although he was
good to my Mom I felt he resented me. On my 14th  birthday he'd told me that
my Dad was a queer and had run away with another  bloke. Mom was furious
with him and it took ages for them to patch things up.  Mom never rubbished my
Dad to me, the only thing she ever said was that he was a  nice person but
confused, and that 18 (Mom was a year older than Dad) had been  too young to
marry.
Mom never dated when I was  growing up, but when I was 14 she started
occasionally seeing a guy from the  office who'd been made a widower 3 years ago.
Mom was 34 and he was 38 and  called Stan. He had two sons, Simon 21 who
was at Uni, and Steve 18 who lived at  home and went to college. I'd not met
the sons yet but I'd met Stan a couple of  times on Saturdays when I was out
shopping with Mom, and once we'd gone to his  house for coffee. He was a
tall, fairly good looking guy with blond hair and he  looked fit. I'd seen
photos of the sons and they took after their Dad; tall  blond and handsome; a
bit better looking than Stan.
I was a quiet, unassuming  boy and only had a few close mates. And although
I'd had a girlfriend for about  four months and I'd fucked her a couple of
times I hadn't really enjoyed it. It  happened in her Dad's garage on a
couple of Saturdays when her parents were  shopping. We didn't do much
foreplay, just snogging, with me groping her breasts  while she groped my cock
through my Y-fronts, before quickly fucking. We didn't  even get naked. Then one
Saturday she asked me to go down on her while she  sucked me off, I said
no. Although I'd never been sucked off before, and  desperately wanted to know
what it felt like after hearing the other guys say  how great it felt, no
way was I going to stick my tongue in her pussy. Yuck! We  had an almighty
row about it and split up; that was a good six months ago.
She'd been the only other  person to touch my cock. Even though I'd been
involved in a couple of circle  jerk-offs at school I'd never touched another
lad's cock or let anyone touch  mine; as I said I was a bit on the shy
side. But recently I'd been admiring some  of my schoolmates' bodies, and older
guys' bodies too, and my wank fantasies now  were always of fit schoolmates
or sportsmen. I wanked off a lot; I had since I  was 13 and had my first
orgasm. So recently I'd been wondering if it was in my  genes and I was a
queer (as Granddad called him) like my Dad.
Anyway back to the story; my  mates gave me what drinks they had left and
we waved each other goodbye. Fifteen  minutes later the heavens opened, a
freak summer storm with thunder and lots of  lightning, the downpour was
torrential. There was no shelter, only fields and  one huge oak tree; but I'd
heard of the dangers of sheltering under trees when  there was lightning so I
just stood there. I couldn't see to walk the rain was  that heavy, and so I
just stood in the teeming rain. Within 2 minutes I was  absolutely soaked to
the skin. I was only wearing trainers, a baggy T-shirt and  white Y-fronts
under a pair of baggy shorts. Ten minutes later the rain stopped  as suddenly
as it had started but the cloud stayed and the temperature dropped
significantly. I was dripping wet, shivering and freezing cold and I sneezed  half a
dozen times. Then I heard a vehicle behind me and looked over my  shoulder,
it was a medium sized white van and it pulled up beside me. The driver  got
out and came around the van; he looked me up and down and smiled before
speaking.
"Are you all right  kid?"
I was being addressed in a  fairly cultured accent by a ruggedly
good-looking 6 foot guy, in his late 20's I  guessed. (I was 5ft 8 with a slim firm
build, shortish brown hair, brown eyes; I  was fit through cycling and
running. As I said I had a good tan apart from a  white area from wearing Speedos
when I sunbathed). The guy was dressed only in a  pair of thin, fairly tight,
dirty white cotton shorts and wearing unlaced boots.  He had a pale,
slightly thickset body, but not bulky and no fat, just hard  muscle. His blond
hair was cropped very short and he had piercing blue eyes; he  was smiling and
his teeth were white and even. His well developed chest was  smooth and
hairless and his nipples were red, large and prominent; the biggest  nipples I'd
ever seen on a man. As I looked his body over I couldn't help but  notice
that he had a sizeable packet and probably wasn't wearing underwear, I  could
just make out the outline of his cock and balls through the thin material.
He looked really sexy and I felt my cock twitch as I stammered out my
reply.
"Er yes, er, no I mean. My  front tire's shredded, I'm soaked to the skin,
I'm freezing cold; and I've got  about a 2 hour walk to get home."
I sneezed a couple of times  again and the guy's smile widened.
"We can soon fix that kid,  I'll open the van so that you can put your
bike in and when we've dried you off  I'll drive you to our cottage and we'll
dry your clothes. While they're drying  you can have a hot drink and take a
hot shower. Then I'll run you home. How does  that sound?"
"Er that sounds great, er,  what's your name?"
"Oh, sorry, I'm Stuart, Stu  to my mates, I'm 28, and you are?"
Stuart stuck out his hand  and I shook it; his large hand engulfed mine and
his grip was powerful. I felt  my cock twitch again when he took my hand
and I gulped before I stuttered out my  reply.
"Er, I'm Paul Stuart, er,  I'm 16 and a half, er, pleased to meet you."
He kept hold of my hand and  looked me up and down again as I wondered why
he'd bought our ages  up.
"Pleased to meet you too  Paul, and you can call me Stu; I've got an idea
we're going to be good  friends."
I blushed, Stu chuckled and  let go of my hand. I was getting slightly
uncomfortable with the way things were  going, Stu was being over friendly. Even
more so because I found Stu very sexy,  he'd definitely be a future
wank-off fantasy; and my cock was now hardening. Stu  opened up the back of the van
and put my bike inside. He jumped into the van and  held out his hand to
me.
"Hop in Paul, let's get you  out of those wet clothes."
As I took his hand and climbed into the back of the van I felt a shiver of
excitement. Stu seemed  friendly enough but somehow I sensed that he didn't
suffer fools gladly and  liked to be in control. In fact I felt a bit in awe
of him. There wasn't much  room in the van, apart from my bike there was a
motorised lawn mower, the sort  you drive, a tallboy, a chest and a chair,
and I was a little surprised to see a  large mattress lying across the van
against the cab partition. It took up nearly  half of the available space. Stu
caught my look.
"We use the bed if it rains  when we go camping, it's better than wet
ground and a damp tent. Now kick your  trainers off and strip off and I'll get
you a towel and a  blanket."
I went bright  red.
"Is there a problem Paul?  Are you embarrassed to get naked in front of me?
I can't see why, we're both men  together."
There was a hint of  impatience in his voice.
"Er no Stu, er, I'll strip  off."
I kicked my trainers off and  as I peeled the wet clothes off Stu smiled to
himself and turned away and opened  the chest taking out a towel and a
blanket. When he turned back I was standing  naked before him with my hands
cupped over my genitals and I was shivering.  Worst of all my cock was now
half-hard and getting harder. Stu threw the blanket  onto the mattress and
approached me looking me up and down and holding the towel  spread out.
"Mmmm, you've got a nice  trim body and a nice tan! O.K. Paul, hold your
arms out, turn around, and I'll  dry you off, then we'll drive home."
Once again I detected the  authority in Stu's voice, so, blushing
furiously, I turned and raised my arms. I  was so embarrassed, my cock was boning up
to a full erection, but in the back of  my mind I liked how Stu was ordering
me about. When it's hard my uncut cock is 5  inches long with a tight
foreskin covering a flared, purple knob. My cock-shaft  is on the thinnish side,
and my corona is much wider. I have bushy brown pubes  and a few hairs on a
tight red ballbag housing a pair of average sized balls. I  was getting more
confused and more embarrassed, I had to say something; and when  I spoke I
almost squeaked.
"Er, are you a gardener  Stu?"
"I've been gardening yeah!  What gave it away, the mower?"
Stu's voice was full of  sarcasm so I didn't say anything else.
Stu dried my arms first but  I didn't drop them when he finished drying
them, he hadn't told me to. Then he  quickly dried my shortish brown hair.
"You can drop your arms now  Paul, but leave them at your sides and spread
your legs a  bit."
The control was there in his  voice again, it was almost an order, so I
dropped my arms to my sides and spread  my legs. He started drying my back then
squatted down and dried my hairy legs  and I almost gasped out loud as Stu
parted my arse-cheeks and dried my slightly  hairy arse-crack and pucker.
Then he pushed the towel between my legs to dry me  under there. My cock
reached full erection and precum oozed from my cock-slit  and I went even redder.
Was Stu coming on to me I wondered? I mean what he was  doing didn't seem
normal. A 25 year old hunk had openly admired my body and now  he was drying
it as if I was a baby! I didn't know what to think but my heart  was
hammering, my mouth had gone dry, my cock was jerking and I was trembling
slightly. I had no idea of what I'd do if Stu actually propositioned me, but I
wanted him to; he was really turning me on. Then I had a reality check; Stu
looked and talked so straight that I was sure that I was letting my imagination
 run riot.
"O.K. Paul, now turn  around."
As I turned Stu was still  squatted down and my twitching erection was in
his  face.
"That's a nice stiff cock  Paul, and I can see that you're producing
precum. If you haven't got a steady  girl-friend I bet you wank-off a lot? I did
when I was your age, and when I was  a lot younger, I started wanking off
when I was nine and a half and I was  cumming within a year."
Then Stu started to dry my  hairy legs. I was mortified and went even
redder my face burning with  embarrassment. No older guy had ever talked to me
like Stu was, no one my own  age either come to that. I couldn't understand
why he'd told me about wanking  off at nine and a half either.
"I, er, um, er,  thanks."
Stu was drying my  balls, sort of fondling and gently squeezing them in the
towel which caused more  precum to ooze from my cock-slit. He looked up at
me with a stern expression on  his face.
"Well Paul where are  your manners? I asked you a question didn't I; have
you got a girl-friend or do  you wank-off a lot?"
This was so embarrassing;  and the authority and impatience were back in Stu
's voice, so I felt I had to  answer.
"Er, er, um, I had a  girl-friend until six months ago but we broke up. And
er, yes I do wank-off a  lot."
"Thought so, now clear that  precum off your knob, and any more that you
make. I don't want it on my blanket  so you'd better eat it; I suppose you do
that when you wank-off anyway, and I  bet you eat your spunk!"
I didn't know where to put  myself, and my face was burning with
embarrassment, but I sort of automatically  eased my tight foreskin back with one hand
and wiped the precum from my knob  with my other hand and ate it. I mean I
DID do that when I masturbated, and  recently I'd been eating my spunk and
enjoying it too; but that was in private!  Stu had to be coming on to me I
thought to myself, and I knew that I wanted it  to happen. As soon as I'd
cleaned the precum from my knob Stu dried my  cock-shaft causing me to tremble.
I wanted him to toss me off, but he didn't,  all he did was ease my foreskin
back over my knob and dry it. Then Stu dried my  belly, then my chest
lingering over my little brown nipples which hardened to  his firm touch. I was
trembling and my heart was hammering so much I was sure he  could hear it. I
realised that I was desperate to have sex with Stu; if that  made me a queer
so be it! When he'd finished Stu threw the towel on top of my  wet clothes
and handed me the blanket.
"Here, put this on then  follow me into the cab."
I was so disappointed that  nothing further had happened; that Stu hadn't
made any sexual advances. I draped  the blanket around my body as Stu pulled
open a sliding door leading to the cab.  He pushed the middle seat down and
climbed into the driver's seat; I noticed  that his buttocks were high, firm
and round. I followed and he grabbed me firmly  by my hips and lifted me
onto his thigh which felt hard and muscular. Then Stu  pulled the middle seat
into the down position and closed the door. Then he  lifted me with ease and
sat me on the middle seat; obviously he was very strong,  then we drove
off. I sneezed again and Stu passed me a box of tissues; I sneezed  a couple of
more times. Stu reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a  strip
of tablets, a half-full bottle of water and a small flask of Brandy. He
handed them to me.
"Here take two tablets, a  precaution in case you've caught a cold. Then
have a swig of Brandy to warm you  up inside"
I did as instructed,  coughing as I took a big slug of Brandy which burnt
my throat, but I drank  another two slugs when Stu ordered me to. When I'd
finished I put everything  back in the glove compartment. Stu turned and
smiled at me; he looked so  attractive, so sexy when he smiled that I felt my
hard cock twitch  again.
"Well Paul, tell me a bit  about yourself."
So I gave him a brief  history, not mentioning my Dad's alleged sexuality
and only telling him briefly  about my ex, nothing about my sex life or
sexual fantasies. I also told him  about needing to get a job before going to
College; adding that because I was a  good organiser and could use a P.C. a bit
I fancied working in an office or  similar. Then, when I mentioned that my
Mom wouldn't be back from work until  10:30 p.m. I was looking at Stu and
he turned and glanced at me; he'd got a funny look on his face. In less than
10  minutes Stu turned the van onto a dirt road that turned out to be the
drive of a  cottage that was hidden from the main road by a line of tall fir
trees. There  was a large garage next to the cottage; Stu operated a remote
control and the  garage door swung up. Stu drove in and parked and we climbed
out; I felt a bit  light headed from the Brandy. The garage was at least 2
cars deep and the back  of the garage was a workshop. Stu got my wet
clothes, trainers and the towel  from the back of the van and opened a door
ushering me into a large kitchen.
"Give me the blanket Paul  and I'll wash and dry everything."
As I handed Stu the blanket  I went bright red again and I cupped my hands
over my genitals trying to hide my  erection; Stu tutted.
"I thought we'd got over  that schoolboy shyness. Drop your hands; you've
got a nice body and cock that  you should be proud of!"
I went even redder as I  dropped my hands to reveal my precum leaking
erection. The palms of my hands  were coated with precum and as I automatically
licked them clean Stu  grinned.
"Good boy; gotta stop your  precum dripping on the carpet. Right I'll get
the stuff in the washing machine  and I'll put your bike in the workshop.
Then I'll make you a hot drink while you  take a hot shower."
"Er, I think I need to go to  the toilet too Stu, to er, sit down."
"You mean you need to shit;  probably caused by you getting so wet. Come
on, I'll show you where to go."
Stu put his large hands on  my shoulders and steered me through a door into
the hallway, my cock jerked when  his hands touched my shoulders. Opposite
there was an open door that led into  what appeared to be a large lounge. To
the right was the front door and facing  that were the stairs. By the front
door was a five foot high replica of  Michelangelo's David; as I looked at
it Stu turned me to the  stairs.
"Upstairs first door on the  right is the guest shower room, there's a
toilet in there, don't be too  long."
I started to climb the  stairs and Stu patted my buttocks.
"Mmmm, looks like you've got  a nice tight arse Paul."
Then he turned and went back  into the kitchen as I continued up the
stairs, my face was burning again and my  cock was rigid. I shat so much I felt
empty when I'd finished, then I got into  the shower. I had a really hot
shower and as I did at home I paid special  attention to cleaning my arse-crack
and arsehole inserting a couple of fingers  halfway into it. For the last
year I'd been finger-fucking my arsehole while I  wanked off, it made me feel
good so I liked to be as clean as possible inside.  When I'd finished I
turned the shower off and got out only to find there were no  towels. Then the
shower room door opened and Stu walked in carrying a large  towel and a
smaller one. He was still in his shorts but had changed his boots  for flip-flops.
His bulge was much bigger and I could see the outline of a big  cock
hanging down his thigh. My half-hard cock instantly erected and I went  bright
red, Stu noticed and grinned at me.
"Come here kiddo, I'll dry  you off."
I walked up to him and he  handed me the smaller towel.
"Dry your face and hair  while I dry your body."
As I started to dry my face  Stu turned me around and dried my back, then
he squatted and dried my legs. Stu  tapped my legs open and dried my
arse-crack pushing the towel as far as my  balls. I felt precum ooze from my
cock-slit and I quickly scooped it up and ate  it. I was still drying my hair when
Stu turned me around and dried under my arms  and then my upper body rubbing
across my little nipples until they erected. He  squatted again to dry my
legs and finally he dried my cock-shaft but he didn't  dry my knob even
though he pushed my foreskin back. I felt his warmth breath on  my knob and I
shuddered. I'd finished drying my hair and my arms were at my  sides; I knew
better than to try and hide my erection. Stu stood and looked me  up and down
and smiled and I noticed that his cock seemed even longer and  thicker and he
'd adjusted it so that it was pointing sideways and upwards,  almost poking
out of his waistband.
"I hope you've cleaned your  arsehole properly."
I went even redder if that  was possible and stammered.
"Er ... um ... yes ...  Stu."
"Good, we'll go to the  bedroom and I'll make you feel even more
comfortable!"
Stu took my hand and led me  down the hall into a very large room, as I
looked around he handed me a mug off  a cupboard.
"Drink this, I'll be back in  a minute, I've got to take a piss."
Stu exited and as I sipped  at the warm beefy drink I looked around
wiggling my feet in the thick luxurious  carpet. In front of me the whole wall from
3 feet up was curtain-less windows  looking out over a large garden
surrounded by more tall fir trees. To my left  was a very large double bed,
probably 6 ft by 7 ft, and set into mirrored  wardrobes, at the foot of the bed was
a low black leather settee. To my right  facing the bed was an
entertainment centre with a large flat-screen TV. There  were cupboards underneath the
windows and entertainment centre. The wall behind  me was covered with photos
and paintings, all of beautiful naked boys with their  soft cocks on
display, I gulped. Then Stu returned.
"Finished your  drink?"
I nodded not trusting myself  to speak and Stu took the cup from me and
placed it on a cupboard. He turned to  me and put his hands on my shoulders
pushing down as he kicked his flip-flops  off.
"OK Paul, kneel down and  take my shorts off."
I was trembling with  excitement and anticipation and I gulped as I knelt.
I took hold of the  waistband of Stu's shorts, took a deep breath, and
lifted them out over his cock  and pushed them down to the floor; Stu kicked them
away. My eyes immediately  locked onto Stu's erect cock which stuck out at
almost right angles from his  firm, hard body. Stu's cock looked huge; pale,
veiny, and uncut his cock was 8  inches long and thick with a loose
foreskin which Stu pulled back to reveal a  precum glistening, torpedo shaped, red
knob. His cock jerked as I stared at it  and a large pearl of precum oozed
from the large cock-slit. I looked up his  body, it was totally shaved and
pale, and Stu's pubes and tight red ballbag had  been shaved too, his balls
were very big. I felt my cock jerk as my eyes feasted  on his body and his
cock. Oh God, I thought to myself, he's beautiful, I so want  his cock. Then I
caught Stu's eyes, he was grinning down at  me.
"Do you like my cock  Paul?"
I just nodded. My heart was  hammering, I was having trouble breathing and
I was trembling with  anticipation.
"Ever played with anyone's  cock?"
I shook my  head.
"Thought not; stand up."
As I stood Stu scooped me up  and carried me over to the bed and placed me
on it on my back. He pushed my legs  up and apart with my feet flat on the
bed. Then he grabbed a pillow and pushed  it under the small of my back. My
bum and groin were raised and my cock, balls,  and bum were totally exposed.
Stu knelt before my exposed groin and I shuddered  as he loving smoothed his
big hands down the back of my thighs until he reached  my bum when he
started to massage my buttocks. Then he pulled them apart and  leant in and
licked up my arse-crack from the small of my back to my ballbag. I  moaned from
the exquisite sensations that gave me. After a couple of minutes  licking my
arse-crack Stu sucked both my balls into his mouth and gently sucked  and
chewed on them. I arched my back in pleasure while continually moaning
softly. Stu released my balls and licked up my quivering cock-shaft. Then Stu
grasped my cock-shaft and eased my tight foreskin back lodging it behind my
wide  corona. He smiled at me and I gasped when he took all of my 5 inch cock
into his  mouth down to my pubes; I could feel his throat muscles working on
my knob, it  felt amazing. When Stu started to suck my cock sensations I'd
never felt before  coursed through me, it felt incredible; my body went rigid
within  seconds.
"Oh my  God!"
I cried out and I clutched  at the sheet as my spunk started to shoot from
my cock into Stu's mouth, and he  pulled back until my knob was in his
mouth. I could hear him gulping down my  spunk as I fired rope after rope of
spunk into his mouth. When I finished  cumming Stu pulled my legs straight and I
sank into the bed totally spent. Stu  moved up by my side and turned my
head towards his and  whispered.
"Open your mouth and kiss  me."
I was mesmerised and totally  under Stu's spell. I opened my mouth and we
kissed, then Stu pushed his tongue  into my mouth and we frenched our tongues
duelling. I could taste my spunk in  Stu's mouth. After several minutes of
passionate kissing and body fondling Stu  broke away. My cock was rigid
again and leaking precum and my foreskin was still  lodged behind my corona. Stu
grabbed the pillow and got into the position I'd  been in but with his back
against the headboard.
"O.K. Paul, play with my  cock then suck it."
I went scarlet and  stammered.
"B ... b ... but  ... er  ... I don't know what to  do!"
"Just do what I did to you;  you know you want to."
And I did want to feel Stu's  cock, suck it even. So positioning myself
between Stu's legs I reached in and  tentatively took his 8 inch cock in my
hand just managing to encircle it. It  felt wonderful, silky, rock hard and
throbbing; I'd never felt anything quite  like it, it was so much longer and
thicker than my own cock. As I squeezed and  released Stu's thick cock-shaft I
slowly moved Stu's loose foreskin up and down,  his ample precum making an
excellent lubricant.
"Now suck my  balls."
Stu ordered in a husky  voice. Still holding onto his cock with one hand I
ducked my head down and  fondled his tight ballbag and big balls; the
ballbag felt silky smooth and  clammy to my touch. I swiped my tongue across his
ballbag, then taking a big  breath I opened my mouth wide and sunk my mouth
around one of Stu's big balls;  he sighed with pleasure. Using my free hand
and opening my mouth wide I managed  to push Stu's other ball into my mouth.
Although it was alien to me I was  enjoying sucking Stu's big balls while
tossing his big thick cock. After several  minutes Stu ruffled my hair.
"That was good Paul, now  suck my cock. Start off with licking my knob."
Somewhat reluctantly I  lifted off Stu's balls and looked at his cock; and
although I'd never done  anything like it before I knew I was going to suck
it. I'd just pulled his  foreskin back so I made one swift swipe across Stu'
s red, torpedo shaped knob  with my tongue when a door banged and someone
called  out.
"Where are you  Stu?"
Stu shouted his  reply.
"Where do you think? We're  in the bedroom. Get your clothes off and come
and join  us."
I was totally confused and  sat back on my heels.
"Who's that? And what do you  mean come and join us?"
Stu grinned at  me.
"It's Ken, my boyfriend,  we're going to share you!"
I didn't know what to think,  I'd never had sex with a guy before today
and now Stu wanted to share me with  someone else. The door opened and this
guy walked in; his jacket, shirt and tie  were in his hands and he dropped
them to the floor. As he kicked off his shoes  he'd already unzipped his
trousers and was peeling them down along with a pair  of tight white CK boxers. He
bent over and removed his socks then stood facing  the bed with his hands
on his hips.
"This is Ken Paul, Ken this  is Paul.
"Hi Paul, you look  sexy!"
"Er ... er ... hi  Ken."
I was totally embarrassed  again but as I looked Ken up and down I realised
that I was still holding Stu's  throbbing cock; I wasn't going to let go
of it. Ken was 6ft 2 inches tall with a  thin, toned body with an all-over
light brown tan. He had straight thick collar  length black hair and brown
eyes; he was handsome with fine chiselled features.  Ken's nipples were dark
brown, large and prominent. His hard 6 ½ inch cut cock  was only slightly
thicker than mine. Ken's dark-red knob was bulbous and thicker  than his lightly
veined light brown cockshaft and his large balls were housed in  a shaved
loosish ballbag. His body and pubes had been shaved too. Ken grabbed  his
cock and squeezed and precum oozed from his cock-slit. He looked into my  eyes
and smiled as Stu spoke.
"Come on Paul, get on your  knees and suck my cock; and Ken'll look after
you and make you shoot another  load."
Then Stu spoke to Ken.
"You can eat Paul's load Ken  no need to share, he's cum once already and
I ate that; his spunk is  delicious!"
Although I was totally  embarrassed and confused the thought of another
attractive guy making me cum  again really turned me on. And I liked it that
Stu had said my spunk was  delicious. So I knelt between Stu's outstretched
legs and felt Ken get on the  bed behind me and push my legs wider apart till
they were touching Stu's. As I  tentatively licked Stu's knob, scooping up
his precum, I felt Ken part my  buttocks. I could feel his breath on my
pucker and then Ken ran his tongue from  the base of my cock along my arse-crack
to the small of my back. I moaned and  shuddered with pleasure and as Stu
fondled my hair again he  hissed.
"Go on Paul, watch your  teeth and suck my cock."
So I took another deep  breath, held firmly on to Stu's big cock keeping
his knob exposed, and, opening  my mouth wide, I lowered it over his precum
leaking knob. I'd done it, I'd got  another guy's cock in my mouth and I
loved it. Stu fondled my hair again leaving  his hands lightly holding my head.
"Good boy Paul, now you can  start sucking me off."
As I started to suck,  mindful of my teeth, I sank my mouth down and took
another inch of Stu's thick  cock in. Ken was continually licking up and down
my arse-crack, lingering over  my pucker and making me squirm with
pleasure. I liked the feel and taste of  Stu's big cock in my mouth, and I loved the
funny, sexy sensations Ken's tongue  was giving me. Surprisingly I hadn't
felt at all grossed out when Stu, then Ken,  licked my arse-crack, or when
Stu had Frenched me after eating my load of spunk.  I supposed that made me a
queer but I didn't care I was enjoying what was  happening to me too much
to care.
Ken turned on his back and  scooted under my body. He pulled my precum
dripping cock down and took half of  it into his mouth while fondling my balls
with his other hand. I shuddered with  pleasure and sucked harder on Stu's
big, throbbing cock. Ken stopped fondling my  balls and I felt a long thin
finger alongside my cock. He took it out and traced  it down my arse-crack
until it rested against my pucker. Ken tapped his finger  against my pucker and
then he started to push it into my arsehole. I tensed up  and Stu, who was
watching, half whispered.
"Try and relax Paul, let  Ken's finger in, I know you'll enjoy what it
feels  like!"
I tried to relax, Ken sucked  harder on my cock, and he pushed his finger
into my arsehole twisting it and  turning it until it could go no further. Ken
's finger felt funny, weird inside  my arsehole, but it made me feel very
sexy. Ken finger-fucked me for a while and  even added a second finger; then
he started to play with my prostate. Waves of  pleasure coursed through my
body and I groaned loudly around Stu's big throbbing  cock. Ken sucked even
harder and wanked my cock-shaft a bit. My body stiffened  and I shouted a
muffled "OH FUCK!" as my second load of spunk spurted from my  quivering cock
into Ken's mouth. I could hear Ken slurping my load down and I  sucked
harder on Stu's cock.
When I finished shooting my  load Ken released my cock and I was manhandled
around until I was on my back  with a pillow stuffed under the small of my
back. Stu had held my head keeping  his cock in my mouth and I'd kept
sucking on it as I was manoeuvred into the new  position. Stu twisted around; he
was now above me facing my feet. Ken lifted my  legs and Stu held them high
and wide apart, then Ken gobbed on my pucker and  started working on my
arsehole with two fingers. I was so turned on by now that  I'd swallowed another
inch of Stu's throbbing cock and my mouth was now stuffed  full of Stu's
cock. My jaws were aching a bit but I didn't care, I wanted to  make Stu shoot
his load. As I sucked on Stu's cock I reached up and took hold of  the base
of his thick, veiny cock and started to squeeze and slowly toss it. Stu
was moaning and groaning "yes, yes, yes!" as I worked on his cock. I hadn't
noticed when but Ken now had 3 of his long thin fingers fucking my arsehole
and  playing with my prostate. I shuddered with pleasure at his touch and my
cock was  still stiff and I could feel precum dripping onto my belly. Then
Stu put his  knees on my shoulders pinning me down and cried out.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!  Eat my big load!"
I was taken aback and opened  my eyes wide when Stu's cock swelled and a
large rope of thick spunk hit the  entrance to my throat. I hadn't realised
Stu was going to cum in my mouth; I  struggled but Stu's knees held me firmly
in place. Another blast of spunk and I  started swallowing fearful that I'd
drown in Stu's spunk if I didn't. Blast  after blast of Stu's spunk filled
my mouth, I choked then snorted and spunk shot  from my nose before I
swallowed again. Throughout the ordeal I kept thinking how  much I liked the taste
of Stu's spunk, it tasted stronger than mine and it was a  lot thicker. He
shot a massive load and some of it had leaked out of my mouth  and onto my
face before I could swallow it. Eventually Stu's orgasm subsided and  he
removed his knees and withdrew his softening cock from my mouth as I gasped  for
breath and worked my jaws to ease the ache. Ken withdrew his fingers, Stu
dropped my legs, and they lay either side of me kissing my face and licking
up  Stu's escaped spunk; even pushing their tongues inside my nose while
they  fondled my cock, balls and body. I was a bit pissed-off with the
treatment I'd  received but I quickly responded to their advances; and when they
frenched me  offering me Stu's spunk that they'd collected I eagerly licked it
off their  tongues. Eventually my breathing and pulse finally returned to
normal.
"Well Paul how did you like  your first load of my spunk?"
I was at a loss for words. I  hadn't liked being forced to swallow Stu's
spunk, but I had enjoyed the taste,  and I'd still got a hard-on.
"Er, I dunno, you were a bit  rough, you gave me a bit of a scare, but I
did like the taste of your  spunk."
"We thought you might not  want to swallow your first load, so this way you
had to. Sorry if it frightened  you."
I was still savouring the  aftertaste of Stu's spunk and enjoying it. And
the more I thought about it the  more I realised that I liked sucking on a
cock and eating spunk. While Stu was  talking to me he and Ken continued to
play with my body, cock and balls and I  was getting aroused again.
"Er, that's O.K. Stu. Er,  um, I think I want to cum again." I blushed. "
And I liked having my arsehole  played with too."
They both laughed and Ken  rubbed my head as he spoke.
"We'll take care of that for  you no problem. I haven't cum yet, so do you
want to suck me off and eat my  load? My cock's smaller than Stu's and I
don't shoot as much spunk so you  shouldn't have a problem with it. What do
you say?"
I didn't have to think about  it.
"Yeah, I'll suck you off and  eat your spunk; I'm beginning to like it."
Stu grinned then  chuckled.
"I knew almost from the  first minute I spoke to you that you'd enjoy
having sex with us; so while you  were in the bathroom I texted Ken to come home
for some fun. Right let's get  into position."
I lay down with the pillow  under my back and Ken knelt either side of my
head. I opened my mouth and Ken  fed me half of his thinnish, rock-hard, 6 ½
inch cock. I started to suck on it  straight away and almost immediately I
felt Ken's precum trickling down my  throat. Stu pushed my legs up; Ken
grasped them and held them high and wide  apart. I felt Stu gob on my pucker and
then his tongue was running up and down  my arse-crack and poking at my
pucker. I was writhing with pleasure and sucking  hard on Ken's cock while
playing with his big balls in their loosish ballbag.  Stu stopped licking my
arsecrack and told me to relax; he gobbed on my pucker  again and pushed a thick
finger straight into my arsehole. I moaned loudly  around Ken's rigid cock
as Stu twisted and turned his finger while fucking my  arsehole with it. I
moaned even louder when one then two more fingers were  worked into my
arsehole and Stu started playing with my prostate and stretching  my sphincter.
Ken now had his knees  holding my head and he started to fuck my mouth with
2 inch strokes while I  sucked harder on his throbbing cock. Because Ken's
cock was a lot smaller than  Stu's I had no problem with him fucking my
mouth. But I'd also liked the way  Stu's cock had totally filled my mouth and
made my jaws ache. Perhaps I just  liked cocks in my mouth whatever their
size I thought to myself. Then, while  continuing to finger-fuck my arsehole,
Stu leaned in and took half of my  jerking, precum leaking cock into his
mouth and started to suck me off. My whole  body tingled with incredible
sensations and I knew that I wasn't far off my  third orgasm. But Ken beat me to
it, he gave a loud groan, his cock swelled in  my mouth and I felt the hot
licks of his thick cum blasting against the roof of  my mouth. I started
swallowing immediately while savouring the slightly sweeter  taste of Ken's spunk.
Ken was right, he only shot about half of the load Stu had  shot and I
swallowed it easily while savouring the taste. Like Stu's Ken's spunk  was
thicker and stronger tasting than mine.
Ken pulled his cock from my  mouth and draped his large balls in their
loosish ballbag over my mouth. I  didn't need telling what to do; I pushed one
then the other into my mouth and  started sucking on them. Then my hands
clutched at the sheet and my body  stiffened; Stu concentrated on working my
prostate with his long thick fingers  and sucked harder on my cock. My back
arched and my third load of spunk erupted  from my rigid cock into Stu's mouth
as my sphincter spasmed uncontrollably  around his thick fingers. I was
sucking so hard on Ken's balls as I shot my load  that he told me to stop and
pulled them from my mouth. I came as much as I had  the first two times and I
could hear Stu slurping my spunk down. When I finished  cumming we lay side
by side with me in the middle as I got my breath back. Then  Stu frenched me
and fed me the bit of my spunk he'd saved. I turned to Ken and  as we
frenched I fed him my spunk and he swallowed it.
We broke apart and lay back  on the bed getting our composure back; I was
sated and couldn't stop yawning.  The room reeked of spunk and sweet sweat.
Ken suggested we showered and then had  a meal, he proposed sending for a
Chinese. We all agreed and they pulled my  reluctant body up off the bed. The
door to the bathroom was the last mirrored  door on the left hand side of the
bed; I hadn't noticed it was a door. The  bathroom was huge, tiled all over
with fluffy rugs scattered on the floor. The  shower was big enough for
four; the bath was on a platform and was round, deep  and big enough for six; I
found out later it was a Jacuzzi. There were 2 hand  basins with mirrors, a
pan, a bidet, and a wide floor to ceiling cupboard.  Finally there was a
large heated towel rail filled with fluffy white  towels.
We showered together,  washing each other's bodies and occasionally
kissing; consequently as we dried  each other off our cocks were three-quarters
hard. Just putting on flip-flops  Stu took my hand and led me down to the
kitchen while Ken phoned in the order  from the lounge and then joined us. I
helped them set the table and Ken put a  cold bottle of Carlsberg by each
setting. It was strange but sexy three naked  guys doing normal stuff, but I was
getting used to it and was slowly losing my  inhibitions. I kept glancing at
Stu and Ken's half-hard cocks and I wondered if  there'd be time for more
sex before Stu ran me home, I hoped so. As they passed  behind me Stu or Ken
would fondle my buttocks or grope my half-hard cock. I was  a bit giggly
about it at first but I soon joined in. When the table was ready  Stu took my
hand and led me through the lounge opening a door into another  room.
"This is my office Paul, as  you can see it's a bit of a mess! I can do
all the bookwork and invoicing stuff,  I'm just so lazy."
Stu wasn't joking; there was  a large desk with a PC, printer/copier and
external drive. There were papers and  invoices and order books everywhere.
"You were saying you needed  a part-time job, so why don't you come and be
my secretary, my P.A.? I run an  internet site that sells men's' exotic
underwear and clothes. Ken set me up with  the suppliers through his business
contacts, he owns  Willow's the  Gent's Outfitters in town. You said you
were a good  organiser and knew how to use a computer. Anything you don't
know, like  spreadsheets and stuff, I could show you; I took a Small Business
course. If you  don't like the work it's not a problem; I won't be angry with
you, we'll still  be friends."
I knew  Willow's, it was a very expensive  shop; I couldn't afford to shop
there.
"Er, I don't know if I'd be  any good but I'd like to give it a go Stu."
"Good boy, I was going to  advertise, but I'd rather work with someone I
know and like, a lot. I'll give  you more details before Ken drives you home.
Any  questions?"
"Er, what was the mower  for?"
"Oh sorry, I probably should  have explained about the mower, my parent's
house is in the country and I'd been  there to mow the lawns. They're on
holiday in Mallorca  visiting Ken's parents who've retired there."
Then Stu embraced me and we  snogged briefly until we heard the doorbell
when we broke apart. Stu put his  finger to his lips and pulled me to the
lounge doorway so that we could watch  the front door through the crack in the
open lounge door. I gulped as Ken went  to answer the doorbell, he was still
naked and his cock was half-hard. The  delivery boy was a handsome young
Chinese guy in red shorts and a short red  singlet. He looked Ken up and down
as he stepped inside and held 2 carrier bags  out. Stu whispered in my ear.
"That's Lee, we always ask  for him, he's 20. He's Mr. Li's, the
take-away owner's, cousin and he's working  his was through Uni."
Lee couldn't take his eyes  off Ken's cock as Ken took the bags from him
and put them down on the floor; Lee  seemed mesmerised. Ken held out some
money which Lee took and pocketed; then Ken  put his hands on his hips and I
heard him quietly say "Go on then!" My mouth  dropped open as Lee reached out
and started gently tossing Ken's cock while  pushing his thin cotton shorts
down below his balls and pulling out his own cock  (it was uncut and about
5 inches long but much thicker than mine) and started  wanking it hard and
fast. Lee's tongue was between his teeth and he continued to  stare at Ken's
growing hard-on as he tossed it. Several minutes later when Ken's  cock was
hard and a pearl of precum oozed from his cock-slit Lee seemed to snap  out
of his trance. Lee let go of Ken's cock, pulled a handkerchief from his
pocket and wrapped it around his cock still wanking furiously. Lee mumbled
something, his face contorted, and he started to cum into his handkerchief as
he  turned and rushed out the door towards the delivery van. Stu and Ken
chuckled.
"You'll get him in bed soon  Ken, your cock fascinates him."
We carried on into the  kitchen and as we tucked in to the delicious food
Ken told me about Lee. It  turned out that Lee had started delivering the
take-aways about a year ago when  he'd come over from Hong Kong to go to Uni.
When they'd  rung in the order for Lee's first delivery Stu and Ken were in
the lounge on the  sofa. They were naked and indulging in some foreplay when
the bell rang. Ken had  hastily pulled on a pair of CK boxer shorts which
did little to hide his  erection and gone to answer the door. Lee stood there
and looked Ken up and down  while holding out the carrier. As Ken took the
carrier he could see that Lee was  staring at his crotch and actually
licking his lips; and he had two bright red  blotches of embarrassment on his
prominent cheek bones. So Ken held out the  money plus tip while groping his
hard cock through his boxers with his other  hand. Lee's eyes had widened as he
took the money, and then he mumbled thank you  before turning and running
to the delivery van and driving  off.
Stu had seen it all through  the door crack and they decided Ken would take
it further the next time. A  couple of weeks later Ken had ordered Chinese
again and Lee had answered the  phone. Lee took the order then he'd
stammered a bit as he asked if Ken minded if  it took a little longer to deliver as
he'd like to bring it over himself. Of  course Ken agreed. It took a lot of
willpower not to get hard but when Lee rang  the bell Ken went to answer it
naked with a softish cock. Ken invited Lee in and  he hesitantly advanced a
couple of paces. Stu watched through the door crack and  he saw Lee's eyes
widen as he looked Ken up and down; Lee's eyes fastened on  Ken's naked
cock. Ken was turned on by the effect he was having on Lee and as  his cock
stiffened Lee's eyes widened and they both saw Lee's cock stirring in  the
tight red nylon shorts he was wearing. As before after a few minutes he took
the money and fled.
"To cut along story short  it's progressed a little more each time Paul
until Lee spunked into his hanky  last time too. Next time I'm going to close
the door behind him when he arrives  and see what happens."
I was so turned on by what  Ken had told me that my cock was stiff and
throbbing. Then Stu told Ken about me  coming to work for him; Ken's eyes
gleamed and he sort of leered at me as he  said it sounded like a good idea. By
then we'd just about finished the meal and  our beer.
"Well Paul, I suppose we'd  better run you home soon, Ken'll drive you and
I'll start working on your bike.  If you like I'll deliver it to your
house tomorrow?"
"Er, that'd be great Stu,  but I have to do housework and help Mom with
the shopping so it'd have to be  after one o'clock  say?"
"That's about the time I had  in mind. You could come back here with me
and the three of us could have some  more fun!"
My cock jerked at the  thought of my being sucked off again and sucking
their cocks  too.
"Er, I'd like  that."
"You could stop the night  you know; I'd run you and your bike home Sunday
morning. What do you think? Tell  your Mom your going to an all-night party
or stopping over at a  mate's?"
Ken  interrupted.
"I've got a better idea;  pretend that a mate gave you a number to ring
about a job he'd seen in  Willow's window for a P.A. which he  didn't fancy.
Then ring me at the shop Saturday morning in front of your Mother  and I'll
arrange to pick you up for the job interview. While I'm there I'll ask
your Mom if you pass the interview would it be possible for you to help run the
 bar at a party we're throwing; the regular barman's phoned in sick. I'll
tell  her that the party will end late so you'll have to use the guest
bedroom and  I'll bring you back Sunday morning."
"Er, that sounds like a good  idea. I know Mom's got a date with Stan and
I bet she'd like the house to  herself for the night. Oh, what about my bike
Stu?"
"Not a problem Paul, tell  your Mom it's in a repair shop. Then I'll pick
you up Monday morning and when I  drive you home in the van Monday night I'
ll bring the bike then.  O.K?"
I stretched and  yawned.
"Yeah Stu that's a good  idea; if sex Saturday makes me as tired as today'
s has I won't be using my bike  on Sunday!"
Stu leered at me, and then  chuckled.
"Oh, so you're too  tired to let us get you off again?"
I blushed  slightly.
"Er no, er, I'd love to cum  again."
So I stood in the middle of  the kitchen and the three of us started
snogging and groping then they dropped  to their knees and while Stu started to
suck my cock and fondle my balls Ken  parted my arse-cheeks and I thrilled to
the sensations his clever tongue gave me  as Ken ran it up and down my
arse-crack before poking at my pucker with it. I  put my hands on their heads for
support and I was soon moaning with pleasure; I  moaned even louder when
Ken began to finger-fuck my arsehole with one then two  fingers. After several
minutes they swapped and two of Stu's longer, thicker  fingers were soon
probing my arsehole. I groaned when Stu added a third finger;  thrusting my
hips forwards to get more of my cock into Ken's mouth. But Ken held  me off
and eased my foreskin back before attacking my exposed knob. Stu  concentrated
on playing with my prostate and in no time at all my body stiffened  and my
spunk started firing my fourth load into Ken's mouth. When I finished
cumming they stood up and we snogged transferring my load from mouth to mouth
until Ken and Stu locked mouths and swallowed my spunk. Finally we separated;
 Stu and Ken were sporting hard-ons.
"O.K. Paul come and put your  clothes on while Ken gets dressed. Oh, don't
wank off tonight or tomorrow  morning; save your spunk for us. We promise
not to have sex tonight too, so  we'll all have lots of spunk. O.K?"
I looked  sheepish.
"O.K. Stu, I  won't."
They both chuckled and as  Ken left for upstairs Stu took my hand and led
me into the laundry room. He'd  washed and dried everything, even my
trainers. As I dressed Stu kept fondling me  and kissing me. My cock was half-hard
and sort of achy/tingly from all the  attention it had received. Stu quoted a
wage to me saying that he'd also pick me  up and run me home whenever I didn
't want to cycle over. I'd be fed and watered  and if the first week went
O.K. I'd get my own key. He leered at me when he  added that there'd be sex
too. I thought the pay and conditions sounded great,  especially the sex,
and hoped I could do the job. Ken came into the kitchen in  baggy shorts and
T-shirt and as he smiled at me I realised he was really very  good looking.
Ken gave me a business card with his name, Mr. Hurst, and the  Willow's
phone number on before he  drove me home in his black Mercedes. We chatted away
about music, films and  stuff. I was getting more relaxed in Ken's company
and he had a wicked sense of  humour. He pulled up in front of the maisonette
and we kissed passionately  before I climbed out of the car; Ken patting my
bum to help me on my way. I  waved until the car was out of sight then went
in.
Although Stu had cleaned and  dried my clothes they were wrinkled so I
changed into the training shorts and  top I usually wore around the house. I'd
just made a coffee when Mom came in so  I made her one too. We sat at the
breakfast bar and I told her that I was O.K.  after the accident and that I'd
dropped my bike off in a cycle repair shop to  pick it up later in the week.
Then I explained that a mate had seen an advert in  Willow's window for a
P.A. He knew I  was looking for that sort of work so he'd gone in and asked
for details. They'd  given him an address card and told him to ring Saturday
morning; he'd given the  card to me. I said I'd ring tomorrow before we went
shopping. I asked how her  day had been and as she told me I couldn't stop
stretching and yawning. Mom told  me to go to bed, so I kissed her goodnight
and went upstairs. After using the  bathroom I lay on the bed remembering
with pleasure what had happened, my cock  was half-hard and still
achy/tingly. In no time at all I'd drifted off to  sleep.

End of part one.  Copyright 2009.

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