Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2010 14:37:17 +1200
From: gazebox@fastmail.fm
Subject: "Against the Wall" Uncle Greg (Historical) (MM, oral, anal)

(Usual disclaimers apply)


"Get my nob slippery and wet so it'll slide up your arse", Karl ordered.  I
tentatively licked the big hunk's erect penis which exuded a distinct manly
aroma. The year was 1959 when real men only bathed once a week. His hand
slapped my bare bum, hard.


"In your mouth", he grunted.


I stuck my tongue out and somehow managed to get his monster cock into my
mouth. He gave my already smarting backside another meaty slap.


"No teeth", he said.


Sucking dick was not a skill that came easily to me, this being my first
sexual experience. He pulled out of my mouth.


"Turn around. Hands on the wall. Legs apart".


Anxious not to be spanked again I quickly did as I was told. I felt his hot
breath on my neck and his nob press hard against my hind-hole. With one
mighty thrust his hard penis penetrated my sphincter and became fully
lodged inside me. His big hands lifted me up by the legs, spreading
them. He paused for a minute to give me time to adjust to the strange
sensations and the painful stinging of my tortured sphincter.


Then he started thrusting, slowly at first but quickly gaining momentum. It
took a minute or two before I stopped hurting back there. Karl continued
fucking my virgin arse relentlessly. There was a heavy smell of man-sex in
the air and the big's man's sweat dripped onto my naked flesh.


Karl was in his late 20s. He laboured on buiding sites. I was 19 and worked
for the government.


His left-hand smacked my bum-cheek, a light slap intended to be concilatory
rather than for correction. All the while his enormous man-flesh pounded
inside my hot, tight chute.


He'd been up me for over ten minutes I guessed but showed no sign of
stopping. The position was uncomfortable but Karl had explained that was
how it was done in borstal. No need for a bed, just up against a wall, one
that was out of sight of the screws. Borstal was the kindergarten of the
prison service where Karl had done time for thieving. He went in as a boy
and came out a hard man. I thought about Chrissy his girlfriend and
wondered what she would think if she could see what her man was doing to
me. Not that I minded.


More slaps and still that big rod pistoning inside me. He was grunting now
with each hard thrust. My feet were off the ground to accomodate the
difference in our sizes. I was slender but Karl was tall with a big
build. I trusted him not to damage me and so far he had not.


'He certainly knows what he's doing", I thought.


My wrist watch showed it took close to thirty minutes before he sighed and
I felt his cock discharge ropes of spunk into my bowels. Slowly, he lowered
me down and when he finally pulled his slack penis out of my behind I
missed it.


"I'll have some of that", a deep voice said behind me. It was Kark's mate
Dazzer. He must have let himself in quietly and watched the fucking. He was
not as gentle as Carl. Rough hands grabbed me and I was hoisted up and on
to his hard throbbing weapon. My sphincter protested but he thrust until he
was fully inside me.


"Sloshy in here", he commented.


"Just get on with it", Karl growled. "Mum will be home in a minute".


Dazzer responded by giving me a short but truly memorable fuck. Dazzer's
long cock reached a spot untouched by Karl. He shot his bolt noisily and
then withdrew his subsiding weapon from my sore hole.



"Clean yourself up", Karl told me. He helped me pull up my shorts and I
hurried outside to the toilet. Some minutes later, relieved that I had
expelled only a copious amount of man-seed and not blood, I went back to
the kitchen. The men had opened the windows to let in the fresh air and get
rid of the smell of man sex. They ignored me and kept on talking about fast
cars. I picked up a book and winced when my sore hole made contact with the
hard wooden chair.


Karl, Dazzer and their mates used my arse every chance they got. I
eventually grew to enjoy the masculine intimacy of being hard fucked by a
strong young man. What great days they were.


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