Date: Thu, 9 Apr 2009 02:43:22 +0100
From: Anthony <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Ogedei's Boy 12

Ogedei's Boy -- Chapter 12

I woke slowly, quite early, the next morning,
groaning to myself as the memories flooded back
and again when I discovered it almost impossible
to move, it seemed as if everywhere on my body
ached or stung, both externally and internally.
Forcing my eyes open I found Paul's dark head on
the pillow alongside my own, eyes open and looking
at me with some concern.
`Are you OK boy?' he asked, `we went a bit
overboard yesterday, though you did seem to enjoy
yourself.'
I told him, `I can't move, stiff everywhere.'
`I'm not surprised,' he replied as he got out of
bed, `you've got bruises and stripes almost all
over your body.'  Then, pulling the sheet fully
off my body, `This spray should help but God knows
how to explain it all when we get back.'
After a quick cold shock as the spray hit my body
I sighed with relief as the discomfort eased,
though didn't fully disappear.  My body was all
too well aware of what it had gone through the
previous day, but as Paul helped me roll over and
then repeated the application down my front I
began to recover, a fact made only too obvious by
my rapidly growing erection.
`Why explain anything?' I asked him.  `Let people
guess what they want and I'm sure they'll get it
wrong.  Anyway, my body's not the only thing stiff
round here and I can see you have the same
problem.  You did say Andrew's parents are away
all weekend?'
I felt as if a dam had broken somewhere inside, no
longer would I allow recognised perceptions of
right and wrong to keep me in denial about my own
sexual preferences.  I had no intention of
shouting about them from the rooftops, in fact,
even then, was aware what had happened last night
might well be considered extreme by others of the
same sex persuasion, but, given the opportunity,
saw no reason to hide my inclinations.
`They won't be back until after we leave,' he
grinned at me. `Why?  What did you have in mind?'
Where's the bathroom?'  I asked, `I'll take care
of those calls of nature, then see about the other
ones if you let me.'
I really had changed, and it wasn't just about the
sex.  We may have been away from school but even
so I would never considered talking so flippantly
to my senior twenty-four hours ago, I would have
to be careful after we got back.  But right now
access to a toilet was rapidly becoming more
urgent as my body returned to life and I could
feel the pressure of an overfull full bladder.
The problem was, even though Paul's application of
pain relief spray had eased some problems my body
still seemed unwilling to respond when I asked it
to move.
Paul may have guessed the problem as he bent down
to slide his hands under my shoulders and swung me
round, allowing my feet to fall to the floor and
hauled my body upright against his own, our
chests, stomachs and other extremities making
quick contact before he turned me round and
sliding his arms round my chest started to half
carry me out of the door and down the corridor.
I wasn't the easiest way to walk and while I only
felt a mild discomfort when my back or arse cheeks
made contact with his body the humour of our
situation, especially when his semi-erect cock
kept getting lodged between my legs, finally got
to me and I couldn't help but break into a fit of
giggles.  Probably this was also a response of
sorts from my brain to the previous day's activity
but when Paul asked what I found so funny I
referred him to our half walk, half march, as we
tried to keep our various legs in sequence, also
to the proximity of his cock and where it was so
obviously trying to go.
We were now both trying, unsuccessfully, not to
laugh and just as we reached the bathroom door
Andrew appeared, as naked as ourselves, from
another room.  We tried to explain the reason for
our unexpected hilarity as he hurried over to
assist in manoeuvring me through the bathroom
door, but when I tried to approach the toilet bowl
Paul turned me in the opposite direction toward
the shower, suggesting warm water would be good
for the aches and pains that ailed my body.
`But I'm about to burst, I need to piss real bad
now,' I managed to get out now that I'd managed to
overcome my fit of giggles.
`Probably we all do,' then continued, `just do it
in the shower, it'll be good antiseptic for your
grazes as well.'
It was only when Andrew closed the door as we all
stood in the glass sided shower cubicle, almost
the size of a small room with a tiled seat along
one side, that I caught on to his meaning.
`You mean..?' Even after the previous day's fun
and games, and now being naked with two others I
knew enjoyed some of my new found inclinations, I
just couldn't quite bring myself to talk about
such things openly, yet will admit the combination
of my morning piss hard and Paul's naked body had
already placed one or two ideas in my mind.
Nobody answered me as Andrew turned the shower on
just then, actually four shower heads covering the
whole room with a soft warm spray.  Almost
immediately my body started to recover with the
ease that young flesh is capable of.  I was handed
a bottle of shower gel but before I'd even managed
to open it Andrew had started washing my back down
himself so I took the plunge and upended the
bottle over Paul's chest then, hanging the bottle
back on a rail with several others, started to
lather his body.  At first lightly but when he
made no objection, in fact leant back against the
wall, I became more adventurous.
I allowed my hands to examine his body with the
soap as I would never, ever, have contemplated,
even in the throes of deep sex.  I felt his
nipples stiffen and spring more visibly into
relief against his black skin, laid my head
against his chest to feel the beating of his heart
while my hands worked their way over his shoulders
and down his back, all the way down to squeeze and
fondle his tight buttocks.  Then, daringly,
refilled my hands with soap and telling him to
close his eyes, washed his tight crinkled hair,
and then continued over his face.  Even when the
shower had removed all sign of soap from my hands
and his body I continued to trace his face with my
fingers, to fondle his earlobes, to brush over his
thick lips, to drift them across his eyebrows.
I could have continued lost in a world of my own
if he'd not opened his smiling eyes and clasping
my hand brought it to his mouth to start sucking
on my fingers.  That was all it took to fan the
flame still flickering deep inside me.  It was not
so bright, in fact it seldom burnt so intensely as
it had the previous night until I met Ogedei and
he could make it flare up just by touching me,
even so I knew it was there and that was enough.
He removed my fingers, `You've only done the top
half so far boy, now finish what you started
before we turn the water off.  After all you made
me dirty down there.'
That I couldn't deny.  While I'd been so busy
administrating to Paul's body Andrew had been
replicating the effort on my own, though in his
case he'd already worked his way down below and
when his soaped finger gently probed at my sore
backside the effect had been to release the tap on
my bladder thereby soaking Paul's legs.
I ignored his directions, continuing to run my
hands over his face and shoulders and looking him
straight in the face.  It was when the realization
he'd begun to breathe slightly faster and harder
occurred to me that I became aware my body was
responding likewise.   No poppers in here but
almost the same effect of a heated increased blood
flow though my body just from our joint awareness
of the situation.  Andrew would have to take care
of himself, this was between us.
`Are you sure?' Paul asked softly.  `You don't
have to, especially after yesterday.'
In answer I merely reached up behind him to remove
a bottle of liquid soap from the rail, then stood
slightly back, actually squashing Andrews's nose
into my arse crack in the process though he didn't
really seem to mind about it, just adjusted his
position slightly.
I swear that Paul's eyes lit up as his fingers
connected themselves to my nipples and started
nipping and twisting them sending little shafts of
pain  across my chest.  They were still extremely
sensitive from their previous abuse and my legs
buckled slightly before I managed to regain
control and return fully upright.  Even so I was
unable to control the gasps and hisses escaping
through my mouth while he continued to torture
them. Removing one hand he used it to grasp my
hair and pulling my head backwards just told me,
`Get down there and finish what you started.'
Slowly I obeyed, folding my body beneath me as I
allowed my mouth to explore on its way down.  The
hollow under his chin, sucked on his right and
then his left nipple, then allowed my tongue to
trace a path to the tight bust of dark curly hair
in his groin before leaning back and applying the
soap, beginning at his ankles and working my way
upwards, slowly but surely, to the join where his
legs met and I started to pay more attention to
the immediate object of my desires and less to his
body.
Only then did I realise the water had been turned
off sometime previously, leaving me with a rapidly
hardening cock in my hands covered in soap suds
and so not a suitable object for my mouth, which
was where I wanted it to be.  There was some
conversation between the others and while I was
still considering what to do about the situation
we all moved somehow ending with Paul sitting back
on the tiled shelf and myself on my hands and
knees before him, still with that soaped up object
just out of reach before me.
Then the water came back on over my head, but in a
jet, not a spray.  Well, for a moment I thought it
was water but then the smell followed by a taste
as the flow continued from my hair down my face
and dripping over Paul's groin corrected initial
belief.  Andrew was emptying his bladder over my
head and he sure had a large bladder to empty.
Apart from my initial start of surprise I made no
other objection; it would have been churlish after
the previous day and anyway, why should I object
to something that for some reason actually turned
me on, as it obviously did for them?  Andrews flow
altered direction to play over my neck and down my
back but I was more engrossed in attempting,
unsuccessfully, to make use of the residue
dripping from my face and hair to clean the soap
form Paul's package.
He took hold of my hands and pulled my head toward
his own, `You really are up for all this.  Do you
want the soap washed away boy?'
I nodded.
He grimaced and clenched his teeth, then relaxed
and continued, `Like this?'
I felt a spurt, then a jet gush against my stomach
as his equally full bladder let go and I pulled
away from his hold to sit back on my legs to watch
the flow, using my hands to clear the soap from
that area, then quickly knelt back to place my
face close to the stream.  I found something
exciting about watching someone piss from so close
a view, feeling it splash back against my face
where it mingled with Andrews's deposit.  I never
had to consider my next action, it was a natural
reaction, opening my mouth I place it over the
head of Paul's cock, allowing the hot liquid to
flow round my mouth, then as the force reduced,
closing my lips round his cock.
My mouth quickly filled and I had to either to
open it or swallow.  I swallowed.  Acrid, sharp,
but not too unpleasant, luckily for me he'd
already unloaded once this morning.  Whatever,
from somewhere the inclination had arrived to try
more than just piss play round my cock and it
didn't disgust me, just made me feel even
raunchier?  Hopefully the others felt likewise and
as his flow ceased and the cock in my mouth
quickly grew back to choke under my tongue and
lips ministrations I ceased worrying about it and
allowed my excitement to take over, using my hands
to gently pull and fondle his massive black balls
at the same time.
Andrew had been equally busy after he'd finished
emptying his bladder, originally burying his nose
and then tongue between my arse cheeks and probing
the lips of my sore and tender hole with his
tongue.  Now, without my noticing, he'd managed to
get a couple of fingers inside and used them to
explore thoroughly while his other hand was tight
round my ball sac pulling and twisting and
squeezing.  I'm sure that twenty-four hours ago I
would have objected quite vociferously and pulled
away but now I just opened my kneeling legs wider
to allow him easier access and applied my mouth,
and my thoughts, to the cock I so desperately
wanted to swallow.
 Somehow I just couldn't get my throat to accept
its full length, each time I tried being brought
up short by my gag reflex.  I wanted to please
him, and, I wanted to please myself.  I had to be
fully possessed and that would only be if he was
wholly inside me.
I raised my head and looked up at him.  Already
there were signs of pleasure, slightly increased
breathing, flared nostrils and half open mouth but
I wanted him to feel more than that.  I wanted to
take him over the top and to take me with him.  I
waist sure how much more of Andres abuse I could
take, already my arsehole felt like it was being
torn apart and my balls twice their normal size.
`You don't have to take me right down, just do
your best,' Paul told me.
That wasn't good enough.
`Make me!'
His eyes opened fully.
`Go on!  Make me!  You know you want to.'
He grinned, that almost feral grin I remembered.
`Ok boy.  You gona swallow me if it chokes you.'
With that he backhanded me, one side of my face,
then the other, again and again till I lowered my
head.  Then he placed both his hands over it and
grabbing tightly hold of my hair forced my head
lower and lower till my open mouth slid past the
tip of his cock and continued on down without
letup.  Thankfully Andrew had let off torturing my
cock and balls as Paul kept up the pressure on my
head and his cock slid down my throat, past my gag
point, past my ignored and uncared for
spluttering, past the point of no return, and
finally, home!
All the way down and in, my chin resting against
his balls and my nose squashed against his groin.
He was in me!  Right in me as far as he could go!
I tightened my lips round his cock even as I was
labouring for breath, my nose unable to inhale
sufficient oxygen due to being squashed against
his stomach.  Andrew had left off abusing my balls
and judging from the sensations I felt where a
couple of fingers were still shoved in my arse, he
was happily having a wank while he watched Paul
start to use my mouth to bring himself to a like
conclusion.
Paul griped my head tightly at either side,
leaving me where his hands covered my ears, then
got to work pulling my head up and down thereby
running his now hot and throbbing solid black cock
back and forth through my tight lips and up and
down my throat.   I was peripherally aware when
Andrew shot his load over my back and then
transferred his attentions to my cock, jerking it
back and forth while he slapped my arse; even that
Paul scooped up the deposit and dripped it over
his cock each time he pulled out from my mouth but
all that was something else.
All my attention was on the cock sliding between
my lips and trying to choke the life from me,  My
lips ached, my mouth ached, my throat was sore, I
couldn't breathe properly and was loving every
moment.  The fire banked so deeply inside was
returning to life, I just knew somehow that I had
no chance of swimming but maybe a paddle would
suffice.  Why didn't Andrew spank me harder?  I
wanted more, could feel myself heating up, my cock
was as solid as Pauls in Andrews hands and my
balls bursting to release their load.
Paul blew!
His first shot was so far down my throat I never
felt or tasted it, just a hot squirt landing
somewhere in my gut.  Then he pulled back slightly
and started firing on all fours, shot after shot
of hot squirmy cum down my throat, in my mouth,
leaking through my lips when the volume was too
much to swallow at once.
Almost before he'd finished, his cock was still
dribbling, when his hands moved to grasp under my
armpits and pull my body half on top of his own
where his tongue took the place just vacated by
his cock and shoved itself through my cum soaked
lips deep inside my mouth.  That did it.  My cock,
pulled so brutally from Andrews grasp, now bent
backwards against Paul's body, gave up and shot
its load again and again while I tried, almost
unsuccessfully, to remain conscious enough to
breathe.
When we did finally come up for air the shower
running again and Andrew told us we better get
cleaned up and have something to eat before his
parents returned.  We'd been in the shower cubicle
for over an hour.