Date: Sun, 7 Dec 2008 10:31:35 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Parker <steve14b@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The DVD Tales -5 (Adult-Youth)

This is a `real' story and that means there are no men with cocks the size
of an elephant's trunk and balls as big as eggs! That is fantasy. This is
`real' in the sense that this sort of thing does happen and although a work
of fiction, it is `real' enough to be enjoyed -- real people, real sexual
organs and real situations.

I have been swamped with messages, ideas for scenes, comments and photos of
people they would like to see in the forthcoming chapters. It seems there
are a lot of guys who have friends, people they like or lust after and want
to see them described and name checked in the chapters. Good idea -- so let
me know who you want me to describe for you. Not interested in celebrities
and I will only use first names but with descriptions so they "come alive"
for you! They will go well in the orgy scenes to follow!

If you want to mail me (and please do) then check the end of this chapter
for further information.

By the way -- although based on some real characters, it is an extension of
my imagination. Remember that as you hopefully jack hard to it!

Essex (2008)

THE DAVD TALES -- 5

Driving into London the boys admired Jackson's Lexus. It wasn't a new one
but was impressive all the same. Before they left Mark called his mother
and asked if he could stay over with Patrick his best friend. He grinned
when she said yes and never asked anything else. That seemed to put a smile
on Jackson's face and as they walked to the car Mark thought he'd seen a
knowing glance between Lee and the black man. Maybe he imagined it he
thought and he climbed into the back seat and was expecting Lee to get into
the front passenger seat, but he sat next to Mark. Throughout the journey
Jackson told them about the party and as he did, Lee slipped his hand round
Mark's waist and stroked the smooth skin below his navel, easy to reach as
they were following London Style!

"There will be about five or more guys of all ages, so don't freak when you
get there Mark," said Jackson and watched his reaction through the rearview
mirror,"just stick with Lee." Mark turned to Lee and said,

 "So you've been before?"

"Yeh. Party last month at the place, it was good."

"You have sex?" asked Mark in a sort of hesitant way and Jackson pressed
his lips together in a thin smile at the young teen's almost embarrassed
questioning of the older boy.

"Just blew some older guy and it was hot. And he gave me £20!" They
continued to press against each other and Lee continued.

"Big house with garden but most people will be inside man. Just don't drink
too much!

"Beer? Cool. Just a few then!" laughed Mark and ran his right hand down
Lee's thigh and squeezed his knee. He was just about to lean towards him
and try to kiss him when Jackson turned into a small side street and parked
the car.

The house was Victorian and massive. They went through a small arched door
that led to the garden and even though it as just after 6.00 it was
starting to get a little gloomy, but the house seemed to have few lights
on. They went in by a side door and straight into the kitchen. Jackson was
met by a tall white guy in his late 20s and he made the introductions and
nobody in the next few minutes seemed to bother at seeing the two
boys. They took a can of beer offered to them and then Lee motioned for
Mark to follow him on a tour of the house. The music was Euro-rap with a
touch of hardcore and Europop every so often, not loud, more background,
but enough to keep the place moving. It was warm in the place and as the
moved around the impressive house Mark was pleased to see so many of the
guys without tops on. The party had been going on for an hour or so and
there seemed more talk than anything else. The house was huge and as they
walked upstairs to the giant landing, Lee said there were eight bedrooms
and he had blown "that guy" in number three and pointed at it.

"Look, we're going to go back down and cruise the kitchen. Just do what I
do."

"Cruise?" asked Mark.

"Yeh, take you top off and tuck it into the back of your jeans so it hangs
down the side and that says you're free. Bit like London Style and they
have already seen the red," he said and tugged at both his and Mark's red
string tags on their belthooks.

"You think they noticed this?" asked Mark as they came down the stairs.

"Sure, they will have checked us out and marked us for this and that." Lee
headed for the kitchen before Mark could ask anything else.

Most of the guys seemed a lot older than Mark thought they would be. But at
15, anyone 20 is old he thought and checked out the people standing and
sitting in the living room as he stood outside the wide kitchen door in the
broad hallway. Most were in their 20s, a few in their 30s and a number in
their 40s or maybe older. He counted at least 10 black guys and a few Latin
looking ones and two were big white guys with more muscles than Jackson
had. He wondered if he was the youngest by a long way; he was younger than
Lee, but then he saw two guys maybe 17 or older, maybe younger, chatting
with a black guy and three white guys on the sofas near the window. Then he
felt a tap on his back and turned to face a shirtless Lee.

"Top off mate if you want to suck some cock!" He grinned and Mark took off
his top and tucked it into his waistband which had the effect of pulling
wider the top waistband button and showing more of his smooth skin.

"Cool. You look fuckable!" laughed Lee and motioned for Mark to follow him.

"Take this," he said and handed Mark a small bottle no more than two inches
high.

"Poppers?" asked Mark.

"Yeh, you used them before?" asked Lee.

"Yeh at the shoot, but rather not," said Mark and handed the bottle back to
Lee.

"Okay, but you might want to be loose later!" he said and pulled the boy a
little further into the gloom at the end of the hallway.

"Later?" was what Mark said, but the only thing Lee said was "hold this" as
he handed him his beer and then took a deep breath and inhaled a shot of
poppers into each nostril. He coughed and bent forward a little and then as
he turned to get his beer back, Mark noticed his eyes were a little wider
even in the gloom.

"You okay?" asked Mark.

"Yeh man, that's going to loosen the ring!" he said and then took a swig of
the beer and smiled at Mark. "We are going to need to be loose for this
lot!"

"I thought I was going to suck cock. I'm not sure I want to fuck with
anyone," said Mark.

"Loosen up man, it's a party. Go with the flow. Now we walk up and down
past the kitchen doors and cruise man. Let them see you and swing those
hips boy! You're going to enjoy this." Before Mark had a chance to ask
anything they headed back down the hallway and started their cruise.

They walked slowly past the doors and watched the small group of guys
watching them. There were about seven or eight standing and leaning on the
counters drinking and talking. Lee wiggled his hips as he walked slowly
past and smiled with a sort of "fuck me" look in his eyes, or that's how it
appeared to Mark. But Mark was already loosening from the alcohol and was
feeling hot and horny, no doubt aided by the sweet smell of something
somebody was smoking in the main room. He stopped halfway through one of
his cruises when a heavyset white man in his 40s nodded briefly at him. As
he was about to turn for second time at the far end of the hallway next to
the main room, he looked at the couples who were now starting to get into
the swing of the party. There were three or four naked guys, one flopped
back on the sofa, arms outstretched on the back and one of the 17 years old
kneeling, hands on the man's knees and blowing what seemed to be thick
piece of meat even in the gloom. Mark's cock twitched in his pants and as
he turned to walk back across the kitchen door, he saw Lee blocking the
door by leaning, hands on either side of the entrance and bending forward
to talk to someone. He watched and then suddenly Lee turned and walked
towards him. He was followed by two large black guys, one in his 20s and
big, the other average height, but in his 30s at least. As they walked past
Mark they nodded and all he got from Lee was a grin. He turned and watched
them walk up the stairs and the final thing he saw before the turned the
corner was the younger black guy grabbing the kid's ass and pushing him
forward.

The sounds of sex were now filling the area and as Mark looked back into
the main room he saw a couple doggy on the floor and fucking. Both were
white guys in their late 20s and they were being watched by guys who seemed
relaxed and hardly interested in him or his cruising. As he started his
cruise past the door there was a voice and he looked in and saw he was
being beckoned by the same white guy who had nodded to him earlier.

"Come here boy!" he said and it seemed almost like a command. Mark stepped
into the room and stood a metre from the white guy. Next to him was one of
the biggest black guys he had ever seen. He was leaning back on the counter
with a bottle of beer and looking without any emotion on his face at the
boy. Mark thought he was about 35 or older, thick set with muscles evident
and an almost shaved hairstyle. There were visible tatts on his arms and he
had gold rings on three fingers of one hands two on the other. He looked
mean but Mark wasn't sure if that was because he was nervous and imaging
everyone was mean. The white man clicked his fingers in his face to bring
him back to attention and was almost harsh in the way he spoke to Mark.

"I want to see you fucked by him," he said and jerked at thumb at the black
man. Mark stood unsure what to say.

"Name boy?" asked the black man in a deep voice and stood up. He was about
6'3" and looked even more dominating when he did that.

"Mark, erm, sir." He wasn't sure why he said sir but it seemed to go down
well with the two men. The white guy stepped forward and ran a hand down
Mark's chest and looked pleased at feeling his tight and smooth skin. Then
the black guy put down his drink and said they should "get the show on the
road." Mark was a little uneasy and wondered if he should ask Jackson for
some advice, but he wasn't anywhere to be seen. The white man grabbed a
bottle of beer from the counter and said,

"You heard what I said boy?" Mark nodded and before he could do anything
else

the black man said,

"My name is Tony boy, but you call me Master when we ride. You understand?"

"Yes sir, I mean Master." Mark was talking without thinking and even though
he wanted to ask questions he was feeling overwhelmed by the sheer size and
verbal aggression of the two guys. The word `ride' made him feel hornier
but more edgy. The other guys in the kitchen were looking at Mark and
nodding at Tony and there were a few comments that floated above Mark,
words like "puss," "booty," and "chicken." Mark was oblivious to all that
as he tried to compose himself and he seemed to standing there for ages as
the to men looked at him, but it was less than 10 seconds from the first
words until he felt the strong hand of Tony -- or his black Master as he
was now being told to call him -- pushing him towards the hallway and main
room.

As they walked slowly down the hallway and across the main room there were
the unmistakable sounds of hard sex in the gloom. Mark walked towards the
stairs like a condemned man walking to the gallows, Tony and the white man
behind him and a room full of people sucking, fucking or grinning at the
three of them as they headed for the bedrooms. Mark slowed and felt Tony
push him hard as they started up the stairs and he now started to feel
uneasy and a little scared. He was happy to suck cock and was even keener
to fuck with right man or boy, but this was something that was happening
too quickly. As they passed the second bedroom Tony gripped the boy's
shoulder and Mark stopped and turned to his left as Tony told him to look
into the room. The light from the small lamps in the hallway lit up a part
of the bedroom through the open door. Mark saw Lee on his back with the
younger of the black guys brutally fucking his ass and pressing the teen's
knees wide with his hands. But what made the scene even hotter was the
sight of Mark's head tilted back and his hands on the ass cheeks of the
older black guy as a thick black cock was being forced deeper into the
boy's mouth.

"Ideas boy," said Tony and pushed Mark forward, "get the idea boy?" It was
then Mark became even more edgy and turned to face the towering back man.

"I don't want to get fucked," he said in a nervous way and shrugged his
shoulders to show how nervous he was. Tony's hand was faster than the boy's
eyes and the slap across his face made a loud sound even with the floating
music filtering up from the main room.

"Just get into the bedroom boy!" was all he said and pushed the boy
forward. Mark walked forward and couldn't understand what was
happening. His face stung and there were tears in his eyes, but he quickly
recovered his composure as he pushed open the bedroom door. Tony walked
past him and flicked on a small bedside light and the white man pushed Mark
forward.

"Strip!" the white man said and Mark wanted to resist, but the thought of
the black man slapping him again made him rush to drop his jeans and step
out of them as he kicked off his trainers and stand in his jockstrap and
white socks.

"Socks and jock off boy!" said the white man again and as he did so, Mark
stared at Tony who was kicking off his shoes and peeling off his shirt in
front of him. Both men were watching him strip and as he stood up, hands by
his side, feeling uneasy but still horny, they seemed impressed with his
cock and the white guy sat down in a chair and sipped from the bottle of
beer he was holding and said,

"Good cock kid. You horny?"

"Yes sir," Mark nodded and looked at Tony and his eyes widened a little as
the black man stood before him in just a pair of bulging briefs. He seemed
a giant, but Mark was smart enough to realise that at his age and size
people like that would appear huge. He was solid muscle and Mark made the
mistake of licking his lower lip and that brought a sly grin to the black
muscleman.

"I know boy, I know. You want to blow this meat, but you got to learn to
obey first." Mark felt uneasy when he said that and wondered if there was
another slap coming. Then Tony grabbed the front of his crotch and the meat
inside seemed to expand with his touch and Mark couldn't take his eyes off
the shape inside the blue cotton. It was very big and that would have been
evident even if the lights were out. The shape suggested a thick cock but
what scared the boy was the fact that it looked long. Very long. He wanted
to talk to Jackson or Lee but realised this was what he wanted and this was
what he was going to get -- no matter what he now thought.

"You're going to get fucked now so you better make it good." The white man
sipped more of the beer after he said it and Mark could see a growing bulge
in his pants. Tony was moving a little closer as the words fell away and
the suddenly he clicked his fingers loudly and pointed to the space between
his feet. Mark was now in the groove and instinctively he obeyed and knelt
between the man's wide feet. Without thinking he put his hands behind his
back, opened his legs wide to expose his erect cock and looked up at the
towering presence and into his Master's eyes.

"London style!" said the white man with some glee and then took more beer.

"Bitch is good!" said Tony and then pushed the blue briefs down and let
them pool at his ankles. Mark gulped and suddenly fear came over him a cold
wave. He was scared and wanted to stand up. In front of his eyes was a
piece of black meat that was nearing 9" but was very thick with dark veins
running up the shaft and the head was standing ringed by a thick roll of
foreskin that had peeled back to expose the wet and shiny helmet. What
really amazed the boy were his Master's balls. They were big, plum shaped
and very hairy. They hung down and seemed to be rolling slowly in their
bag. Around the cockroot and separating the man's balls from the thick
cockroot and shaft was a golden metal cockring that held the cock erect and
at an angle of 45 degrees and the balls squirming in their bag. Tony looked
down and sneered at the boy and asked,

"My bitch horny and ready to please his master? Fuck, you're going to be
sore later boy!" Mark looked into the man's face and then felt the strong
hand on his head.



To be continued...



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