Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2003 10:41:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harbour Master

HARBOUR MASTER, Part 12

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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In some ways having Sam in control of me was much
worse than Matt - Sam was only in his early thirties,
and he was much more vigorous in his actions.  As I
opened the door, his immediate reaction was to reach
down and grab my balls and feel them.

"You seem spunked up this morning, slave.  Hasn't Matt
drained you yet?"

I didn't know what to say, but didn't have to say
anything as Matt, still naked, came down the stairs to
greet him.

"I heard that!", Matt replied jokingly.  "And, as a
matter of fact, he hasn't shot this morning.  And,
before you ask, neither have I!  I'm saving myself for
Billy this evening, and I didn't want to use the
slave.  So feel free to do so if you want to."

Matt gave Sam a cup of coffee, and pulled on some
clothes as we both watched.

"Just look after the customers", Matt was telling Sam.
 "Take the money, be polite, and make sure the slave
does a good job in fetching the boats from the
moorings - if you see him slacking, you can give him a
couple of strokes with that belt of yours.  But
remember - no fucking him up the ass!  If you want a
bit of relaxation  over lunch, you can fuck his throat
again if you want - I remember you liked that, even
though he didn't.  But he's got to stay a virgin until
Billy has taken his cherry - if you really want to
fuck his ass, I'll add your name to the list."

"I'll have to wait until my old lady's away again - me
and Jase hardly get time to do it as it is! You'd
never think we were brothers, we get to spend so
little time naked with each other.  Anyway, good luck
with the trip - I'll deliver the slave back tonight
safe and intact!"

He got up and went out, snapping his fingers at me to
follow him.  It was one of those misty mornings when
you know that once the sun burns off the traces of
mist it's going to be blazing hot.  Nevertheless,
walking along naked, I felt chilly and I could feel
all the hairs on my body standing up as they tried to
keep me warm.  I wanted to rub my hands up and down
myself to warm me, but Sam was striding along so fast
there wasn't time.

We got to the edge of the quay where Matt's business
was conducted, and Sam told me to swim out and fetch a
boat in.

"But I don't usually do that until a customer comes -
it's cold, and..."

"Shut the fuck up!  I don't care how Matt usually
treats you - you're a slave, and you obey my orders
today.  Now - in the water!"

I dived in, and the cold water closed over me.  It was
always cold of course as here on this bit of the coast
the water temperature didn't vary that much all the
year around, but I knew that when I got out it was
going to be grim, without he warmth of the sun to dry
my body. But there was nothing else to be done - I no
longer made decisions, my life was not my own, as I
was a slave.

I hauled a boat back, and the tide was mostly out so
that I waded the last few yards back to the quay.  Sam
stood there and watched me, and I saw him looking at
my dick and balls as they swung in front of me as I
pushed my way through the water.

I climbed onto the quay, "planed" as much of the water
as I could off my body, and stood there shivering.

"So, Matt's had you 'skinned.", he observed.

"Yes. The doctor - the one who on the big cruiser -
did it."

"Good.  I like to see a slave 'skinned.  A slave has
no right to conceal his dick head from proper men. How
does it feel?"

"Well, OK, I guess - it's not as good when we're
jerking off.  And I suppose that if I was allowed to
wear clothes, they'd rub on my dick head - and that
might be an advantage, as I'd be erect a lot more!"

"Well, I think Matt should have done the whole job
whilst he was at it - I've watched Matt's customers,
and I think some of them are simply intimidated by the
sight of you.  The women wonder what it would be like
to have that great sausage of yours stuck up them, and
the men are all ashamed when they compare themselves
with you.  If I owned you, things would be different.
However..."

At that moment a customer came up, and he at once
started the spiel about prices, terms of hire, and so
on .  We were pretty busy from then on until  the
after lunch lull, so I didn't get time to ask him - or
even wonder - what the "whole job" was.  I didn't
think he could be talking about castration, as Matt
had definitely ruled that out. What else could he be
thinking of?

Sam led me along to where a little group of fishermen
were gathered to shoot the breeze at lunch time, and
they were all basically just gossiping about the
morning's clients and the prospects for the afternoon.
 His brother Jase was there, so was Craig with a tall
thin hairy guy who I took to be his cousin, and
several others who I recognised but whose name I
didn't know.

"This slave wasn't de-spunked this morning", Sam told
them.  "I think we owe it to Matt to do something
about that.  After all, a young buck like this has
enough erections normally, without being  full of
spunk.  It would be pretty dreadful if he was to shoot
over a customer - wouldn't do the reputation of the
whole place any good at all!  Hey - Grant - you're
about the same age as this slave:  if you don't fuck
that woman of yours every morning, would you have
problems in the afternoon?"

"I know you older guys don't do it so often", Grant
replied, evidently joining in the joke, "But in your
twenties you can cum any time you want.  I've never
had any complaints, anyway!"

"Well,  I still think he should relieve himself of
that load in there....".  As Sam was speaking he
grabbed my balls and had kind of pulled them out from
under my dick to show the other fishermen how big they
were.

"Look", he went on, "When I roll them around, you can
almost see the cum, they're so full.  Anyone want to
come and jerk him off?"

As his fingers probed and prodded at my balls I'd
winced and moved around nervously - at any moment, I
was expecting a terrible pain from his careless
handling of me.

"No", one of the fishermen shouted back.  "When he's
that charged, it will shoot everywhere.  I don't mind
it on my hands, but it's bound to go over my shirt,
too.  A big young stud like that really forces it out
and it goes everywhere!"

"You're right", Sam replied.  "It does shoot
everywhere.  And I bet this slave can shoot several
feet.  Anyone want to bet how far?"

"Right!", he went on, speaking to me. "On your knees,
knees spread, back straight, and get your ass pressing
into your heels.  We're going to have a little
competition, and you're what we' re going to bet on!"

He went around, taking bets off the other fishermen,
then, when they'd done, said casually to me "Right!
Jerk off - it's just as well Matt said you hadn't done
it this morning.  And when you shoot, be sure to have
that dick of yours pointing straight forward - the
prize goes to the guy who guessed the distance your
furthest drop of cum would fly."

I couldn't believe it!  Have you ever tried to jerk
yourself off when a whole lot of people are looking at
you?  I tried and I tried, and at first it was even
difficult to get an erection.  It wasn't made easier
by the fact that all the fishermen started to whistle
and shout - some of it encouraging, like "Come on,
Steve, you can do it, boy...." And some of it was just
insults, calling me a pussy boy who couldn't even get
his dick hard!

I went on and on, and I was glad that when he 'skinned
me the doctor had left the sensitive bit underneath my
flange - if he hadn't, I don't think I could ever have
managed it.   But I managed somehow to blank out the
outside world, and with my eyes screwed tight shut, I
started to think about the sex I'd been having
recently.  As I got to thinking about the way I'd
rammed my dick into Grant, and the way that I was
controlling him totally as I pleasured myself, I got
more and more excited.  The more I thought about it,
the easier it was to get massively erect and start to
bring myself to climax.  And then another thought
struck me - who was really in control here?  Those
fishermen probably thought that they'd got me in an
utterly humiliating position, jerking myself off for
their amusement, but actually it was me who was
controlling it:  it was my body, that I was proud to
exhibit to them, it was my massive load of cum they
were going to admire.  I knew they were all envious of
my body, of my dick, and of the way I could shoot, and
it was me who was in charge here - I could keep them
howling and whistling for as long as I liked.  As I
thought this, I came closer and closer to the edge,
and I knew I wanted to do it, I wanted to show them
how real men produced huge quantities of cum.

I gave a great cry as I did shoot, and I was careful
to keep my dick pointed upwards so it would go as far
as possible.  All the guys cheered, and several
slapped me on the back, and patted my head, saying
"well done, sport!".

Sam told me to remain kneeling there, then got a tape
measure out.  He told me to hold the end of it against
my dick, and he ran the other end out to where I could
see the furthest bit of the slime of my cum on the
concrete paving.  An argument broke out between some
of the fishermen, as Sam measured the distance to the
furthest bit, where the ground was just wet, and they
said that was fine, as those first few drops of
ejaculate counted.  But another group wanted the
distance measured only to where there was the thick,
creamy whiteness of my actual sperm.  I don't know how
Sam resolved it ,and I don't much care!

The rest of the afternoon was work as usual, and apart
from the cold, when the sun wasn't shining, it was
pretty much business as usual.  Sam told me that he
hoped that Matt would be back late - he could use the
time to throat fuck me again, as he could tell his
wife that he had to watch me until Matt cam back.  I
kept hoping that the traffic out of the city wouldn't
be bad, so that Matt would be back early - having
Grant fuck my ass had been pleasurable, as far as it
went, but the brutal use of my throat by Sam had left
me feeling battered and violated.

Fortunately, though, when we got back to our house,
Matt was already there.  He thanked Sam for looking
after the business that day, and money changed hands -
all of this stuff was cash, so I guess the tax man
never got to see any of it.  As Sam left, a man, no, a
youth, I guess I should say, came down the stairs.  He
looked just like Matt - same eyes, hair, body shape.
You could tell that when he was older and mature he
would have the same big, rangy muscles as his father.

When he saw me standing there, he stopped in amazement
then said "Gee, dad! I know you said the slave was
magnificent, but you didn't tell me he was this
stunning.  Can I touch him?"

"Of course you can, Billy.".  Turning to me, Matt
snapped "Did they teach you the display position at
that slave dealers?  If so, assume  it!"

They had, of course, and I put my hands behind my
neck, spread my feet slightly apart, and thrust my
pelvis forward and my chest outward so that all my
muscles went slightly into tension and I was shown off
properly.

The lad approached me, and I could see that he was
almost trembling.  He ran his hand lightly down from
my collarbone over my pecs, then across the ribs of
muscle on my belly.  I could tell he was inexperienced
at inspecting slaves, as unlike all the other men
who'd handled me at the dealers, he didn't stop and
tweak my nipples, or wriggle his finger in my navel.
Never the less, it was pretty humiliating: it's bad
enough having a grown man "handle" you, but when it's
a mere youth, you feel much worse.

"Dad... Is it OK... Is it OK to touch his dick?"

"Of course it is, Billy!  I told you a slave's a
slave.  I own him, his body is mine, and you can touch
any part of it.  Jerk him off if you like, feel his
balls.... Do anything you like."

The boy was actually quivering with excitement as his
fingers moved down through my pubic hair and he picked
up my dick in his long, strong fingers.  He ran them
lightly up and down the shaft, and kind of scratched
around my flange a bit.  I couldn't help it - if
anyone does that to you, you go erect, don't you?  I
felt my erection row, and the kid was visibly excited.

"Don't play wit his dick too much, Billy", Matt
commented.  "He's only 24 and he's still very
excitable.  He's not like your old dad, you know, when
you have to jerk me off for a long time before I cum -
this slave's got more of a hair trigger!  We don't
want him shooting all over the carpet, as we need to
save him for later - you remember I told you I had a
little birthday treat for you, didn't I?"

Obediently, Billy let go of my dick and reached down
and cupped my balls in his palm.  He obviously knew
something about handling men, as his thumb stroked don
the centre of my sac and separated my balls out.

"It's really neat to have them shaved like this, isn't
it dad?  I love the way the skin of the sac is so
smooth.  When I feel mine - or yours - they just don't
feel like this with all the hair on them.  I think
I'll shave mine, too."

"I used to shave mine when  I was your age", Matt told
him.  "As I had to jerk myself off most of the time as
there just weren't the opportunities for a young guy
to play then, I thought it felt better.  I liked to
jerk my dick with one hand and fondle my balls with
the other, and having them smooth made it all so much
more sensual.  I wouldn't have thought you'd have
needed to do that, though - all those guys at that
fancy school, and there just isn't the stigma attached
to guys playing with each other these days as there
was when I was your age."

"Well, dad, you may think that.  But I don't actually
like playing with most of the guys at school.  Of
course I take part in the circle jerks and stuff like
that, as I don't want them to think that I'm strange.
But I don't have any regular wank buddies or anything
- to tell you the truth, I think you've spoiled me for
it!  When I know what fun we can have every vacation,
with your dick, I don't want to play wit the guys who
just cum before the action even really gets started."

All the time this conversation had been going on
neither Billy nor Matt had spoken to me, or even
seemed to show any interest in what I might be
thinking about.  Billy had continued to fondle my
balls, but now he let them go and went around behind
me.  I felt his fingers on my
 shoulders, and then he ran both hands down my sides,
probing at my ribs as he went and ending with his
hands resting lightly on my ass cheeks.

"Amazing muscles here, dad.  I wish I was like this.
You told me he's a swimmer, and I suppose this is
where all the power comes from.  I can't wait to see
him in action.... Hey... Can I take him out now, and
get him to swim across the harbour?"

It was almost dark, and quite cold outside, but the
idea of making me go out there and into the icy water
didn't seem to trouble him.  He just assumed that I
was some sort of toy, like a boat, that could be taken
out and played with in the water.

"No, Billy.  You can see him at work tomorrow.  I
don't want him tired out tonight too much - and he's
had a hard day already.  If you've finished your
inspection - although I must say it wasn't very
thorough - let's eat."

All through the meal - Matt cooked his favourite steak
and baked potatoes - Billy and his dad chatted on.
They never really noticed me at all., I wasn't
included in the conversation, and on the odd occasion
when I tried to add something, they just froze me out.
 They didn't give me any of the steak, either - Matt
was pretty good at feeding me normally, but tonight he
just made me eat the slave food as he was clearly
completely focussed on his son.

I wondered about sleeping arrangements, ut after
dinner, Matt turned to Billy and announced "Son, I've
told you there's a special treat waiting for you.
Well, tonight you're going to become a real man.
We've fooled around with jerking off and sucking, as
all guys do as soon as they're sexually mature.  But
now you need to do real sex - you're sixteen, so it's
legal, and the sooner you get to experience the fun of
it all, the better for you. That's one of the reasons
I'm so glad I was able to get this slave - you can't
fuck me, as you know I've told you that I don't take
it up the ass.  I'm going to fuck you, of course, but
I don't want you to grow up just as someone who's a
bottom - I want you to experiment, to see what causes
you the most pleasure.  Don't get me wrong - I'm not
criticising bottoms, there's nothing wrong with that,
but it needs to be a conscious choice: you need to
work out for yourself, son, whether you're going to be
a top or a bottom.  And the only way you're going to
do this is by topping a guy.  It can't be me, so I've
saved the slave for you.  He's never taken it up the
ass, so he won't be giving you false ideas about what
you should, and should not, do.  Tonight you're going
to fuck him, and then you're going to do it again
tomorrow, and the next day.... I want yo to really
experiment, and understand what real sex is all
about."

"But dad, you know I've been fucking my girl friends
for a couple of years... I don't think...."

"Son, fucking women is one thing.  We need to do it,
in order to breed.  But real sex is between men - how
can a woman possibly understand what a man needs, what
a man experiences, when she hasn't done it herself?
Didn't you tell me that when I'd sucked you off, it
was far, far better than any of those girl friends of
yours had done?  Well, that's because I know what it's
like to be sucked off, and in turn I can bring that
same pleasure to you in a way that a woman never can.
It's just the same with sex - fucking a woman's OK,
and we have to do it if we want sons.  But until
you've been fucked by a man, and fucked him, you'll
never really understand what proper sex is all about."

"OK, dad... I guess you're right.  You were certainly
right about jerking off - when you first got me to
cum, it was so much better than when I did myself.
And you know how much I love your dick in my hands....
And, yes, I did say that your mouth is much better
than all those chicks'.  So let's get stuck in, as
they say!"

Matt told me to go up and lie on the bed, then he and
Billy came up and stood there, looking down at me.
"First thing, son, is to decide how you're going to
take the guy.  There are only three basic ways, with
some variations:  on his knees, standing up and bent
over, and on his back with his legs in the air.  It
all depends on how well I know the man - if it's the
first time, I sometimes fuck him on his back, as I
want him to be able to see me as I drive into him for
the first time.  But, on the other hand, especially
with a 'one off', it's more humiliating to have him
kneel under you - he really understands who's in
control then.  If I know the guy well, then I tend to
choose the method he hates most."

"Hates most, dad... Surely you mean the method he
likes most."

"No, son!  You've forgotten what I told you about this
being a power thing - I'm in charge, I decide what to
do, and if I think the guy hates one form of fucking,
then it's more exciting for me to do it that way."

"So for this slave", he went on, "I'd normally fuck
him on his back - as it's his first time, I want him
to remember for ever what the guy who took his cherry
looks like.  And you can add excitement, too, by
tweaking his tits as you plough into him - it can make
him buck up as you thrust down, and it all increases
the excitement for me.  But as you haven't done it
before, then I think you should do it first time by
fucking him on his knees - his ass is more accessible
(although you can't plough as deep), and you won't be
worried if he looks in pain, or looks threatening."

"OK, dad.  I'll take your advice."

"Right, son - strip off.  Some guys just get their
dicks out, but its better to be totally naked as you
can experience more of the other guy's body
afterwards."

Without hesitation, Billy stripped in front of us. I
suppose he regarded me as someone who didn't count,
but I was amazed that he didn't mind being naked in
front of his father.  I could never imagine stripping
in front of my dad - well, not since I was about five
years old, anyway!  But I guessed that with al this
talk of jerking each other off, playing with each
others dicks, and even sucking each other, Billy and
Matt were used to it. It must be incredible, I
thought, to have that kind of relationship with your
dad - perhaps if mine had really spoken to me as Matt
spoke to Billy, and had taught me about sex properly,
I wouldn't have gone off the rails and wouldn't have
ended up here as a slave.

"Where's the lube, dad?", Billy asked as he stood
there naked.  I saw that as he pushed his jeans down
the front of his boxer shorts was already tented with
his erection, and he had no hesitation in pushing them
down to reveal his long, thick cock standing almost
vertical.   Naked, the resemblance to Matt as even
more striking - the could almost have been brothers.

"OK, lesson two.", Matt answered.  "You only need lube
in one circumstance - if for some reason the guy
you're going to fuck can't provide it - perhaps you've
already had an evening of jerking off, and the guy's
sac is completely empty so he just can't cum again.
Then you might need to use artificial lube. But only
if you want to make it easy for him - sometimes it's
instructive to remind a guy that he has to provide
lube, so if he can't force any out, you just go in and
fuck him anyway.  It will hurt you a bit to fuck him
mainly dry (or just lubed with your spit), but it will
hurt him a lot more."

"Never use that artificial stuff", he went on. "It's
not natural.  And there's no need - guys can provide
all the lube they need, and, if they can't, then they
need to learn!  So jerk the slave off, or get him to
jerk himself off, as you wish.  He's a really big
spunker, and he'll produce so much natural lube that
you, him and the bed will all be covered in it!"

Billy came over and knelt by me as I lay there, then
reached down and took my dick in his hand. He stopped
for a moment, then withdrew his hand and spat in the
palm, then reached down and started to toss me off.
I'd never been masturbated by such a young guy, and
for Billy, handling me was obviously a complete turn
on - as he stroked me his own dick was bobbing up and
down, and soon drops of pre-cum started to appear,
which were gently spread over me as his body moved.

I couldn't help it - well, you can't, can you?  Having
a guy jerking you off, you're going to cum sooner or
later.  And even though I was apprehensive about what
was to come, and I didn't like having Matt watch me as
Billy worked away, I did shoot.  Billy seemed to know
what he was doing, as, sensing my imminent climax, he
pointed m dick up towards my head at the last moment
and my cum shot up and landed over my belly and my
chest.

He knelt there, breathing hard, and looking down at
me.  I thought Matt was going to say something, but
without hesitation Billy scooped up some of my cum and
smeared it all over his rampant dick, and gently
stroked his hand up and down his shaft to spread it
about.

"Careful, son!", Matt reminded him.  "You young guys
are almost always near the edge already, and if you
stroke yourself too much - especially when it's so
sensual when it's covered in the warm cum of the other
guy - you're likely to lose it and just shoot before
the real action begins!  Just do enough so that
there's some on most of your dick - as soon as you go
into the other guy's ass, the action will spread it
about and coat you properly.  Now, scoop up some more,
ad you're going to need to put it up Steve's ass."

I guess I found it mildly interesting that whereas I'd
been "slave" all evening whilst they were eating, here
in the bedroom Matt was treating me more like a human
being, more like the buddies he'd said we were
supposed to be, and was using "Steve".


"Right, Steve - on your knees, and push your shoulders
and face into the bed so that ass of yours is high up
and exposed", he continued, to me.

I did as he told me, even though I hated it.  What
choice had I?  Obey, or be sold to the organ banks.
And then I felt Billy probing along my crack.  When he
touched my hole it was so hesitant, so gentle.

"Hey, dad, it's so smooth down here - when you let me
explore you last vacation, it was all hairy.  And my
crack's full of hair, too.  I guess you make him shave
himself down here, like you have his balls smooth,
don't you?"

"Yes, son. It keeps the slave clean, and when you're
going to be using it for a lot of fuck action, it's
easier.  Some guys like fucking hairy asses, but I
think the majority like to see a nice clean crack -
see how much better his pucker stands out against the
bare skin?   Anyway, get on with it.... Push your
finger in - it will meet resistance at first - but
just go on.  Then when you're through, carry on and
have a good feel around."

Billy's finger started to push at me, and although I
didn't resist my ass hole had a mind of its own as
usual and the muscles held.  I could feel him increase
the pressure, and then he was in me.  It wasn't
painful or anything, as it was only a finger, and he
was well lubed with my own cum.

He leaned forward, and pushed harder and I felt the
warm palm of his hand pressing into my naked ass
crack, so I knew he must be all the way in.  Then I
got that shock, that little frisson of excitement, as
he hit my prostate.  Involuntarily, I flinched a bit.

"Sorry, Steve...."

"Hey, Billy!  Don't apologise!", Matt snapped at him.
"You're in charge here.  He's there to be used.  And
there's no way you could have hurt him with just a
finger - pay no attention when guys make a big fuss
about nothing!"

I knew Billy must be embarrassed, though, as no one
likes to make a mistake, or be criticised, on their
first time, do they?  Although it was good of Matt to
be teaching Billy in this way, I couldn't help
thinking that the lad would probably have been better
to have gone off with other guys of his own age and
done a bit of mutual exploration, and made their own
mistakes, and discovered it naturally, rather than
being "instructed."

Billy continued to slide his finger in and out of me,
and I assumed that Matt would tell him to use two,
then three, as Grant had, to make sure I was relaxed
and stretched.  But Matt was going on again  "Come on,
son, get a move on!  You're leaking pre-cum
everywhere, and if you don't get up that slave soon,
you'll be shooting everywhere.  Get your finger out,
and mount him properly."

Billy had been kneeling by the side of me as he'd been
lubing me, and I knew that what Matt said must be true
as when he was bending closer to push harder with his
hand, his dick had brushed against my flanks and I
could feel the moistness of pre cum in my body hair.
But surely that wasn't it - he wasn't going to fuck me
without any more preparation, was he?

I got my answer as Billy shuffled around and went to
kneel between my legs.

"Hey, dad, where are the condoms?"

"We don't use those, Billy!  There's no point - we're
all clean here.  You only need to use a condom when
you're fucking a guy when you don't know who he's been
with, and this slave is a virgin.  And, of course,
when you fuck your girl friends.  When men are
fucking, they want to feel the warmth of the ass
around the dick, the moistness of the ass juices
around the shaft, the feeling as you shoot,  and the
sensation of the cum trickling out of the sphincter
afterwards - wearing a condom completely ruins it, so
don't do it, son, unless you really think you have to.
 It really deadens the sensation, and spoils your
pleasure - it's like going into a shower with a
waterproof on:  you can feel the water striking your
body, but you don't really experience it. And what
does it say about a guy you're going to fuck, if you
put a condom on - it says to him straight away that
you don't trust him, that you think he might be
infected.  Real men make up their minds about the guys
they're going with in advance, then want to experience
every sensation, ever bit of pleasure they can."

"Mind you", he went on, "Make sure you wear one with
those girl friends of yours..."

"But dad, they're all on the pill.  And they're all
from good families - they won't be infected."

"Billy, you are such an innocent!  Don't you know that
women tell you that all the time, that they've taken
the precautions?  They trap you, they want your seed
up inside them, and they want to tie you down:  what
better way than to get you to fuck them raw, then say
there must have been a problem with their pills or
something when you knock them up!  No, son, always
wear a condom until you want to father kids - don't
trust them."

"But now, get on with it.... Push his legs apart to
make room for you! And if he doesn't move to suit you,
slap his ass a few times to remind him what you're
about."

Billy pushed at my legs and I spread them further, and
I sensed the heat of his body against mine as he knelt
there.  His hands then  rested on my ass cheeks, and
cautiously - yes, that's the word, cautiously - he
pushed to spread them wider.

"Good....  You're a natural, son.  It's good to spread
the guy's ass like that so you've got room to work.
And you can also get another good look at his hole,
before you go in.  If you haven't used his cum to lube
him as you just did, you'd use this opportunity to
spit a big gob at his hole and make that serve as
lube.  But go on....."

Billy grunted with satisfaction, then I felt his soft,
warm dick pressing at my hole.  There's no other
sensation quite like it, is there, when you're about
to fuck, or be fucked?  There's that sexual tension in
the room, and however many times you've done it each
time is subtly different.  All your senses are turned
up "high", and you hear, feel and smell everything
that's going on in such a heightened way.

He wasn't as thick as Grant, and even though he hadn't
lubed me or relaxed me properly, it wasn't too painful
as he pushed at me to get in.  I tried to relax, I
tried to think about crapping so that my sphincter
would open, and then I had that surrender, that kind
of "snap" as your sphincter gives way and his head and
shaft were in me.

He started to slide backwards and forwards, and I got
those tingles of sensation inside me as he started to
fuck - but then it was all over:  he was motionless.
I could feel his dick still up my ass, but he'd fallen
forwards and was gripping me around the ribs, and
laughing.

Between his little cries and laughs the words were
tumbling out "Oh dad... Fucking amazing.... The best
thing I've ever done... Slave's ass so much better
than a girl's cunt... Oh, fucking hell.... Wish it had
gone on for ever...."

"Don't worry, Billy", Matt murmured. "It's quite
normal for a guy to shoot so quickly when he's as
excited as you were.  Your first time, a virgin ass, a
big muscular body under your control - it's only to be
expected.  Next time you fuck him, you will go for
longer and I guarantee it will be even better."

"But now we need to move on - there's something else
we need to do to make you a man.  Pull out of
Steve.... Slowly, though, you don't want to suck his
guts out - your dick is like a piston in his ass, you
know!  Then go and wash your dick - we'll get on to
giving Steve an enema to make sure he's really clean
in a later lesson - and get back here."

"And you", Matt continued, talking to me, "You go and
wash your ass.  You've got another part to play in
tonight's lessons, and I don't want the stink of your
crap all over the bedroom."

It's just as well that Grant had actually taken my
cherry a few days ago.  I'd have been disappointed if
my first experience of anal penetration had just been
Billy.

End Of Part 12