Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2007 22:13:32 +0100 (BST)
From: Michael Hancock <london_guy_blue@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Joss's non-consensual cumming

`Come on, Tom, you must have a secret sexual fantasy!' They all
laughed.
`No, not really`, I said. `I'm off to bed anyway. It's past four!
Don't make to; much din when you come up.'
We had been to a stag party together and it had been a disturbing
evening. A group of the boys had thought it very funny to strip the Joss,
the groom-to-be, hold him down naked on the table and then get Alan, the
undeniably pretty boy amongst us, to wank him off as he fought to escape.
And he did fight. `No, Alan, no! It's my bloody wedding night tomorrow.
I'll have nothing to give her. Oh no! Please!'
But Alan wanked him on and on. How he must have regretted having so many
gay mates! I was so hard I knew my erection must be tent poling out of my
jeans. The precum was bubbling from his huge erection through Alan's
long, rather feminine fingers. One or two of the boys were openly
fingering themselves through their jeans. One unzipped and was openly
wanking.
`Cone on, Joss, come for me!' said Alan laughing, his eyes sparkling,
tongue between his teeth as he worked his victim faster. Joss began to
gasp, his body was beginning to jerk his panting grew heavier. `I'll
give you one last chance,' laughed Alan, knowing he had him completely
in his power now. `I'll stop right now if you want to save yourself for
tomorrow night. Or would you like me to finish you off.'
Oh, he knew he had him. `Finish me, finish me!' gasped Joss and they
all laughed and cheered as Alan's expert hand wanked him off into a
great spurting white column of jizz that squirted through his hand and
across the table. And still he showed him no mercy. He milked that
helpless lad on and on, the spurting and squirting dying away until he
begged him to stop. But even then he continued to stroke and to fondle
his balls, feeling, pressing, expertly tickling, running two finger under
his victim, probing and arousing until, to another great cheer, the
erection slowly returned and as Joss screamed in sweet agony Alan fetched
him off again, a thinner paler cum,, until he was quite, quite dry.
`You bastard, you bastard!' he whimpered.
Alan laughed. `I always wanted to have you. For the rest of your life
you won't remember your wedding night, you'll remember your stag night.
And you'll come round and beg me for more.'
When we went home we talked about it and all sorts of wild fantasies. I
kept quiet, although I had never been so excited, deep down. What I had
seen had excited me so much that my pulse was racing like a Ferrari. So
when I went to bed ahead of the rest I was desperate to ease my swollen
balls, to squirt the way Joss had in Alan's hands. I began to stroke,
conjuring up a mental image of what I had seen.
Then the light went on and there they all stood in the doorway. `I told
you!' Alan crowed. `Desperate for it. Let's get him stripped and
stretched out!'

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