Date: Sat, 1 May 2004 14:44:47 +1000 (EST)
From: Robert Reardon <ronthepen@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: The Opening Moment Part 5

I didn't know how to re-act when I realised that the nice feeling man cock
in my young arse belonged to my father.

Should I be shocked or pleased? What was going to be his re-action to me
that I had become a lad who enjoyed sex with men.

I looked down at Gordon's half-hard cock and then up into his smiling face
and glowing eyes.

"How do you feel now, lovely boy," Gordon stated.

I couldn't speak, but then my father withdrew his large but now softening
cock from my slippery arse tube. The first thing I thought about was, that
if his cock is that big then mine will be big too in a few years. That
realisation now convinced me that I was going to be a boy who loved sex
with men.

In fact, I couldn't now take my eyes off that fatherly cock as the body
containing it moved around to sit on the low table with me. I looked up at
my father and for what I remember as the first time in my life, he smiled
and bent forward to kiss me. My cock lost its stiffness as my feelings
collided and smashed into each other.

"Are you happy, lad," my father asked, almost in a stern manner.

I couldn't speak. I nodded my head to indicate yes.

A warm hand now moved to my crotch and started to fondle my soft little cut
cock. It started to get hard and then my father lowered his mouth onto it
and sucked me to full erection. The way his tongue swirled around my hard
growing knob delighted me and I closed my eyes and only saw in my mind
Gordon doing the same thing those few nights ago.

My father's fingers now moved between my legs and soon found my greased up
arsehole. One pushed in as I kept my eyes closed. The finger went a long
way inside me and started roaming around touching the walls and sending
electricity coursing through my body. I lifted my legs and a second finger
slipped in, doing more exploring. Then I was pushed back onto the bed, the
sheets now stained with the flow of shit and come from my arse.

A hand covered my eyes and then as my legs were lifted some more lubricant
was applied to my hole. Then a I felt a cock push against my hole
muscle. Soon I could feel it inside me. It was definitely a bigger cock,
and whilst there was some minor pain I could feel it push easily up into
me. It wasn't my father and it wasn't Gordon, as his cock was quite small
even in comparison with my father's.

My fucking commenced and then the hand over my eyes was removed. I looked
straight up into the smiling face of a very handsome man, about my father's
age. Then I realised who it was. This was the man who was married to the
lady who was killed in the accident where my mother died. I had seen him
previously only of a few occasions, including my hated mother's funeral. I
knew he was very rich and that my father worked for him in some way, but
that had never been explained to me, nor did I ever ask.

The big cock pushed further in and it struck something in my body and
suddenly my entire form bucked and heaved and thrashed around and the
feeling inside me was a crescendo of lightening strikes. As I bucked up my
cock spurted forth in the biggest gush of boy cream in my life.

My body wouldn't stop and the man kept on fucking me and then with a growl
and a mighty shove I felt his cock expand even more and he started to fill
my tunnel with blast after blast of man cum. The jerking of the cock
continued for what seemed ages, and then the man fell onto me, and kissed
my face and lips.

He gently pulled his cock back out of me and my father made a sort of
exclamation, and then spoke.

"Did you enjoy that William'.

"Oh yes sir. I enjoyed that very, very much," I replied with sincerity.

The man with the big cock, which was now soft but still huge, bent down and
ran his hands all over my body, playing with my flat un-developed nipples
and over my stomach to my little cock. He fingered my balls, rolling them
around in his hand.

Then he bent forward again and sucked my cock into his mouth. I became
stiff again immediately and his tongue played magic tunes on my knob. It
generated more great feelings in my body and I shot another weaker lot of
cum into the warm mouth.

"Edward, you have repaid your wager and debt, and I am pleased to offer you
your position back, on the proviso that young William here, joins my staff,
permanently," the big cocked man pronounced.

"Sir, William in now a permanent member of your staff, and I know he will
acquit himself for you in every way," answered my father.

With that statement my father left the room. I never saw him again.

The big cocked man now turned his talk to Gordon, and offered Gordon an
executive position in one branch of his many companies. I found out ten
years later that his posting was in the Berlin office. I never saw Gordon
again also. He was murdered by some members of the Nazi youth, as he was
fucking a thirteen-year old Jewish boy in his apartment the following
year. I cried for ages when I was told the sad news. You do that when you
remember the first cock to ever fuck you.

Alex spent that night at the club, and most of the following day, with his
two new older company. The both fucked him several times during the night
and then the following Sunday afternoon, before they arranged their
chauffer to drive he and Tommy and Eric back to their school.

I wrote a note to each of them at their school and received wonderful
replies from each. They were all in code, but I knew that all three were
obtaining master cocks on regular occasions. Tommy also fell in love with a
lad in his form who had admired Tommy since he had first entered the school
at eleven. He had a large cock by time he had his fifthteenth birthday and
Tommy loved to have it inside him. When they moved to senior school they
were offered an apartment in the school, on the proviso that the house
master was able to call at nights to check their schoolwork. Of course, his
cock became his cane as he fucked both lads whenever he felt the urge, and
then encourage Tommy and his young lover to coerce other younger lads into
the clutches of the house master.

Eric came to stay with me for several holidays over the next year. We went
down to Nice on two occasions and enjoyed a lot of male fucking, as well as
from some well educated French lads. I wanted Eric to come with me to
Bermuda when the war broke out, but he joined up and became a fighter
pilot. As you will know, oh so many never came home. Eric was one of the
many. I had loved him so much.

I did not return from Bermuda to England until 1948. I was 28 years old
then and when my big cocked mentor suffered a heart attack as he was
fucking a sweet little thirteen-year old English school lad that he had
lured over to spend the weekend in Paris, I inherited all the vast empire
of businesses. Amongst the assets were a few nice young boys as well, but I
tired of them and never offered them positions in my companies. You see
there were always English school lads eager to please wealthy older men
with their sexual attributes, and there were also many school housemaster's
who received nice new motor cars or motor cycles for their willingness to
assist in this provision.


Ron

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