Date: Sun, 7 Dec 2003 12:52:08 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Club House Games Part 8

   Tom eased his softening prick past Paul's distended ass lips, causing
Paul to moan softly, a trickle of spunk seeped out. "Come on, let's get
you cleaned up, said John, "much as we'd like to play all day Tom and I
have a job to go to. Bill will feed you and calm you down. You were
fantastic Paul, better than we'd all hoped, Bill will give you your own
key before you go. That's if you want to join our Club?"
   "Want to join?" answered Paul, his voice rising, "I'm desperate to
join, that was the most incredible sex I've ever had. I just LOVE cock,
... anywhere!" he blushed.
   Laughing and joking, kissing and fondling the lads showered as Paul
sat on the bog emptying his cum soaked bowels. As he finished John and
Tom kissed him goodbye and rushed off to work. Bill helped him clean
himself out then left him to shower, telling him that he'd put some cream
on his aching hole to help it return to normal.
   As he left the shower he saw Don standing at the door, he hurried
over.
   "Bill I have to have that boy today, don't argue, feed him, give him a
couple of beers, then tell him I'd like to meet him to discuss a photo
shoot, put him at his ease."
   "But Unc, his hole's been really stretched, he shouldn't take any more
today."
   "Nonsense, you should see what they get virgin boyholes to take in the
States, it's better now that he's loose, just put some soothing cream on
it. No more arguments. Ring me [they had a buzzer under the bar for
signalling that no one knew about] when he's ready. I'll come down and
you can go and take some photos."
   Bill sighed "O.K., O.K." and got the sandwiches from the fridge as his
uncle left the room. Paul came from the shower towelling his hair, he
looked relaxed and at ease. Bill noted that his boycock was slightly
tumescent, perhaps his uncle was right, who knew the Boy's capacity?
   "Sit down Paul, I'll bring you some sandwiches, want a drink?" He
watched  as Paul gingerly lowered himself onto the mattress.
   "A Coke would be great, I'm really thirsty, and hungry too, thanks."
   "After today you're a man now, why not have a beer?"
   "Can I? My parents don't allow it."
   "Well, you can drink in here," said Bill bringing him a plate of food
and a can of Red Stripe, "it's only light beer, but first I'll put some
cream on your bum. Roll over."
   He opened a tube of cream and gently applied it to Paul's hole, easing
a finger in to coat the inside, the arse lips were still a little proud
and Paul jumped as they spasmed  around the finger.
   "That's cold." He said.
   "Does it hurt?" Bill asked.
   "Well, it feels a bit funny, and I suppose it's a bit achy, but I
don't care it was great" He blushed again.
   " O.K." said Bill, gently patting a soft white cheek, "food."
   Paul wolfed his food down and quickly drank his can, Bill got him a
second, which he drank almost as fast, so he got him a third. All the
time Bill talked about his uncle and his photos, finally asking if he'd
like to make some pocket money doing a photo shoot. Paul, who was getting
drunk said why not, and swigged at his beer.
    "We going to er ... play anymore this afternoon Bill? I've got all
day."
    "Don't you think you've had enough?"
    "Nah" Paul replied, emboldened by the beer, "I can cum 6 or 7 times
and I'm sure my bum's rested by now, it feels all right."
   "We'll see, my uncle will be here soon, talk to him first. If you want
to freshen up there are some new toothbrushes in the shower, don't know
if you want to put your shorts on?"
    "What's the point, he'll see me naked for the photos, might fancy me
too. Told you I'm horny again!" and he rose unsteadily and went to clean
his teeth and take a piss. Bill rang the buzzer to summon his uncle. As
Paul came back into the room there was a knock on the door and Bill let
his uncle in.
   "Paul, this is Don, Don this is Paul." They shook hands. Don was in a
short sleeved white shirt unbuttoned so that his naked smooth, muscled
chest was in full view. He was wearing a pair of tight white nylon
football shorts which hardly contained his big thick prick.
"Oh my God," Paul thought, "look at this guy's prick, look at his body,
is he for real?" His mouth went dry, he swallowed hard. He felt his cock
begin to stiffen. Staring at Don's prick, the beer giving him Dutch
courage, he croaked "Can I touch it?"
   "Got to go and do something on the van, be right back." Bill said and
hurried out the door.

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