Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 23:56:52 +0100
From: Nom de plume <czykguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: BOYLOVER'S TALES - GANG BANG TIM PART 1

        BOYLOVER'S TALES - Gang Bang Tim - Part One - by czykguy

 `Hi guys, a slight change of style here which I hope you will like just
  as much as my other stuff. Regretfully my seasonal job which pays the
working wage is gearing up so my writing time is reduced for the next few
months until my season winds down, so it will be a reduced output for the
 time being.  I hope you will bear with me until I am free to write for
 longer periods around October. Thanks to all of you who have written it
is nice to be so well supported and thanks for all the ideas which I will
 mull over whilst I have my nose to grindstone earning the money to keep
 my computer running and hopefully paid off for. My Boyloving regards to
   all. I still have a number of stories which I need to revamp before
 posting so stuff will arrive as I have time, just keep an eye on nifty
and if you can please, please support them financially for without them I
                  can't keep you cumming to the boil.'

     Tim woke to the incessant sound of the alarm ringing loud and
buzzing and resounding through his hung-over tired brain. Groggily he
stretched out to turn off the infuriating device, which true to luck fell
off the bedside table causing him to lean over the side of the bed to
find the dratted timepiece to turn it off. Annoyed he sleepily held the
now silent clock to his breast and attempted to go back to sleep.
     As the sound of the alarm was still ringing in his ears he pressed
the offending clock even harder against his chest and alcohol confused
ordered the `bloody thing to stop.' As the damned device refused to
listen to mental commands Tim grudgingly opened one reddened eye to give
it the evil eye when a small portion of alcohol moved and let his brain
now understand that it was not the clock at fault - it was the front door
bell. Worse than that it was now one am and he had only been to bed for
twenty minutes.
     The realisation of his error woke the befuddled man up and deciding
his boxers and vest would do as suitable covering he trudged warily
downstairs cursing who ever it was who was now banging on his front door.
Throwing it open he squinted his alcohol inflamed eyes to complain.
     "What the..," he started when his open mouth was covered with a soft
melting set of young lips and his head was held lovingly by a pair of
strong, sweet smelling arms. The kiss was soft and sweet and Tim found
his body responding to familiar sensations as finally his befuddled brain
caught up to the fact as to who was kissing him so deliciously.
     "Arun," he whispered into the open lips of his soft assaulter.
     "You remember Arun," the broken English voice which sang of hazy,
juicy summer nights and afternoons broke off the kiss to whisper just as
gently back.
     Tim grabbed back the youthful figure and reciprocated the kiss. The
boy had been wonderful and just the summer tonic for a jaded thirty-five
year old who was so lost in looking up his own arse he was letting life
go by him. He recalled the day they had met. He had been sitting on that
especial arse nursing his second drink of the day and wondering how long
it would take him to get so drunk again when a delightful Moroccan dark-
skinned beauty had leaned over him and whispered.
     "You want girl?" the soft broken honeyed voice had insinuated itself
past his alcoholic defence.
     "Err- No," he had looked up to say sternly and found himself lost in
the deep brown eyes of the youth who had addressed him. All Tim could see
was hot deep passion staring back at him and he was lost momentarily in
the shimmering eyes of the olive skinned beauty that spoke to him.
     "You want Boy then?" that same passion promising voice that emanated
from heaven rolled over his senses like a wondrous symphony.
     "Oh," said the voice wonderingly, "You want me," and it was a
statement of fact, although lust, downright durty, degraded decadent
wanton lust was more the actual fact.
     "Oh Yesss," Tim had twittered lost in the brown pools that were
tempting him to unheard and unexperienced heights of delight and
depravity; then shocked he had gathered himself together and sat up
straight intending to apologise and refuse the proffered offer. But, `yes
but' and Oh what a butt he had so instead Tim found himself leading his
new friend back to his hotel room where he let the wondrous youth fuck
him twice, good and hard and Oh So Hard in less than forty-five minutes.
     Afterwards, finally after Tim had satisfied himself whilst his new
lover Arun had watched; they fell to talking. Arun it turned out was
seventeen and engaged to be married to a family arrangement that had been
worked out before he and his fiancee had been born. He however was not
allowed to have sex with a girl, it was some sort of religious thing, but
for some reason he and his boyfriends could play around with each other
and fucking foreigners was also supposed to be acceptable to his god as
well. So Tim had become the fucked foreigner for the remainder of his two
holiday weeks and deep in lust he had paid through his arse for the
privilege of having his arse serviced so often and so hard and so well
and so hard and hard and so on. Tim was in lovelust, fucklust,
overtherainbowdorothylust and never saw the faults, the youthful
selfishness, the impersonal disinterest and never really saw the details
on the piece of paper he signed at the airport as they clung ferociously
to each other. Tim promising fervently, ardently he would send for Arun
just as soon as he got back and just as soon as the grey light of England
dawned so did the fact that he would not, could not send for his holiday
fucklover it was, it was.. `Well to be truly honest it was bloody
stupid', so Tim had confessed to his envious mates of his sexlusty
vacation and then set to, to work off the credit card bill that reminded
him there was no fool like a thirty-five year old arse, even if it did
tingle sometimes with the memory of some of those holiday fucks. And now
Arun was here kissing him.
     "What the... Where did you...?" he spluttered, commonsense finally
overcoming throbbing lust.
     "Plis. Plis we go inside yes?" smiled Arun, "Is cold here in
Enkland," and he shuddered convincingly.
     "Oh - Oh, oh yes of course yes please do come in." trembled Tim with
hospitality and lets be fair, lusty anticipation and he stood aside to
let the youth and his three friends enter the flat.
Hey wait a minute, three friends- did he really let three strangers walk
past his fucklovelorn eyes.
     "What.. Who..?" Again Tim spluttered.
     "Teem, Teeem," smiled Arun suggestively, "thes are my frens, they
cum wif me from Morocco. You invite me to stay you say is OK to bring
frend."
     "Yes but A friend," insisted Tim, "not, Oh hell," and he followed
the quartet up the stairs to his two bed roomed flat, noticing the
engaging tight jean covered buns that bummed their way up the stairs. In
his mind's eye he was already working out where to put them so he and
Arun could get some - and as he thought this at last Tim smiled for the
first time for weeks.
     Arun and his friends soon settled themselves in Tim's living room
and Tim once he had grabbed his dressing gown; was kept busy getting them
drinks and food, sandwiches and crisps and some bread sticks and dip that
he found stuffed in the freezer from a long ago forgotten dinner-party.
Tim did not recognise any of the youths that Arun had brought in but then
he had to admit, he hadn't much looked at the few people who had been
around Arun when they met outside the hotel. Engrossed with playing the
host and wondering how to inveigle them into sleeping arrangements he did
not take too much notice of the introductions.
     "Here Teem," smiled Arun getting up, "you sit here," he said
vacating his seat in an armchair.
     Tim thankfully sat down and was pleasantly surprised when Arun
immediately sat down on his lap, squeezing against his half hard cock.
     "Jus' like bak home," Arun smiled wriggling his body deeper into
Tim's lap and causing Tim's erection to grow. Even worse he leaned into
Tim and began to kiss him sexily, tonguing Tim's dry lips.
     At first Tim held back and then as the holiday memories flooded back
he closed his eyes and let Arun devour his mouth with his stiff boyhard
tongue. Tim relaxed and slowly opened his lust filled eyes to stare
deeply into Arun's deep brown pools. On his way to blissfully happy he
looked around at the other two youths.
     `Two!' he thought, `where was the other one?' and flustered and
concerned he eased Arun up so that he could go and check. Arun laughed
and pushed back down scoring his denim hard bum against Tim's now
engorged cock and actually rubbing his body against the tented boxers
that were now exposed. Tim gritted his teeth at the unexpected passion
that surged through his body and insistently pushed Arun up.
     "I just need to," he spoke flustered, running his hand through his
tousled hair and quickly ran to check his bedroom, where he knew his
credit cards and wallet and cheque book was laid out on the dresser ready
for the next day. As he entered his room he heard from the bathroom
between the bedrooms, the sound of the toilet flushing, but saved his
sigh of relief for when he saw that everything was safe. Quickly he
locked his valuables away with his other personal papers and items in the
hidden drawer and returned to his `guests.'
     Back in the lounge Tim found that Arun and his friends had found and
opened his drinks cupboard and were already started on the unopened
bottle of Jack Daniels which he had been keeping for his birthday and the
other meagre supply of booze he kept at home. One of them was drinking
cheap supermarket whisky straight from the bottle and Tim resolved that
as long as they just kept to the drink then perhaps everything would be
alright, perhaps his flat and its contents would be safe. He returned to
the armchair and Arun with glass of Jack Daniels in hand was once again
semi impaled on Tim's re-growing erection. Tim eased some answers out of
Arun.
     It appeared the piece of paper he had signed for Arun at the airport
was some sort of official document that made him responsible for Arun's
appearance in England. He was now some sort of guarantor on Arun's behalf
and somehow this included Arun's three friends. Tim did not understand it
fully but was horrified that he was in some responsible for this youthful
party. Further questioning provided that Arun and his friends had only
just arrived in the country, the piece of paper had given them entry and
they had come straight to Tim's address as soon as they had cleared
immigration. Their flight had also been delayed due to an Air Controller
problem somewhere. The best bit of information was that they were
supposed to be staying with Abbes' brother; Arun pointed to the stocky
youth drinking the whisky and had only come here because they could not
get to Abbes' brothers' address which was outside of London. It seemed
they would only be here for the night after all. Arun had intended
telephoning him once he had been settled so that they could meet and Tim
could see from the body language and the sideways looks that the meeting
would have been a financial one on Tim's behalf. Once he admitted to
himself he would probably have paid through the arse again for; -at this
his colon twitched and Tim felt his lovelust levels passionating.
     Explanations over they fell back to kissing and after a few minutes
of cock erecting saliva exchanging Tim surfaced to see that the others
had also paired up and a friendly threesome was developing on the sofa.
Tim watched in awe of their youth as the boys kissed and caressed each
other openly and with sweet youthful abandon. He could not recall a
freedom of such permission when he had been that young. His had been a
quietly hidden closeted sexlife and it was not until his parents died
that he had felt comfortable with his sexuality. He had found holidays
abroad away from the usual tourist haunts safer havens than the teeming
London nightlife and had experienced a number of sexually passionate
holiday affairs that had been left behind, just as his affair with Arun
had been forgotten once he had landed back to his usual going nowhere
life. Tim looking at Arun however did feel that this boy, this affair was
different.
     "Hey everyone," he called out, "Bed, sleep, jigajig.." he was lost
for descriptive expressions and pushing Arun up he waved his arms in the
direction of the bedrooms. The trio took no notice so Tim pulled Arun
with him to the bedroom corridor and showed him his room and the spare
room.
     "Sleep, bed," he insisted.
     "You want fuck," smiled Arun.
     Exasperated Tim shook his hands in frustration.
     Arun giggled at the funny sight and went back to the lounge. In
seconds he was back with the others and proudly showed them the two
rooms. The boys chattered in their sing-along dialect, laughing as Arun
slipped an arm around Tim's waist and then heartily slapped him on the
fleshy part of his arse. There was more conversation that went over Tim's
head and then as he and Arun stood together in the doorway to Tim's
bedroom, the others one by one kissed Arun and to his delight, Tim
himself and went giggling joyfully arms entwined into the other room. The
last boy, Abbe instead of kissing Tim grabbed him by the waist and pulled
him towards him grinding his hard full groin into Tim's anticipating
basket. Abbe then said something to Arun and both boys howled a little
drunkenly at each other. Tim realised that the trip to his drinks
cupboard had not been their first alcoholic drink that night.
     Inside the bedroom Tim lost no time in getting undressed and then
naked with a weeping dripping cock he started to help undress Arun. Soon
the beloved olive sun kissed skin was fully exposed and Tim began to
gorge on the youthful body, licking and sucking and gently nipping as new
areas of skin became available. As Tim's unexpected lat night meal
progressed beyond the starter, Arun found the every ready tube by the
bedside and swilling back the last of his drink roughly began to prepare
the main course, starting with two of his stubby sun-brown fingers.
     As the welcome sensation of the first fingers insertion began Tim
felt himself begin to heat up. There was nothing so erotic to him as
beautiful sun kissed olive skinned youth and he felt his heartbeat step
up a notch followed by his pulse. Salivating with anticipation he left
wet trails of lust across the young hard body until at last his mouth
came into contact with the holiday meat he remembered so well. Greedily
he slurped the already hard five inches into his eager mouth and began
sucking avidly the much loved love muscle.
     Arun was not hung, but his five-incher was in proportion with his
young body and Tim well knew how Arun was a perfect example of `its not
how big it is, its what you do with it that counts.' Tim was now
positioned with his head over Arun's groin and his fingers probed arse at
Arun's head. The constant probing was having its effect and Tim felt his
anal canal sucking back as Arun pulled his two then three fingers back
and out.
     No words were spoken as Tim positioned himself on his knees and Arun
slid up between the open legs and took his place between them. With one
short thrust Arun buried himself to the hilt in the warm tunnel that he
knew so well. There was no waiting just the constant hard thudding
thrusting as the youth began hammering away at Tim's fuck-chute.
     Tim felt a second of pain and then heaven took over. As the boy
fucked, Tim drank in the smell of the boy as it wafted around and over
him, inflaming his senses and reminding him over and over again of the
times that summer he had knelt in the same position time and time again
as Arun had fucked him. They did not make love, they made fuck and Oh
What a Fuck. The feeling of the boy's soft skin as he bounced of Tim's
arsecheeks kept sending Tim's pulse racing faster and faster, the steel
of the body beneath the soft outer reminding him of the sexual strength
of the fuckbody that was now servicing him. The quickening deepening
breaths Arun took excited Tim higher and higher reaching heights of lust
and passion that he had ever fantasised about. As the fucking motions
quickened, Tim alerted to Arun's impending climax concentrated on
contracting his anal muscles to provide greater pleasure not only to his
fuckee but to himself. He could feel the hard hot cock rubbing slightly
against his prostrate, just enough to prolong the elation and to increase
the anticipation of sexual climactic pleasure.
     Arun began to grunt and thrust and Tim knew it was not long now. He
opened his legs slightly and with long experience backed slightly harder
against the hot invader. His fuckchute sucking at a faster rate than Arun
was fucking had the desired effect and the boy now grunted heavily as he
climaxed deep into Tim's lovechute; the hot jets of boyspunk spitting
hard against Tim's prostrate and sending stream after stream of pleasure
pounding through Tim's wanton nervelusted body.
     Arun now sated collapsed across Tim's hot trembling body as Tim
shook on the edge of orgasm. Taking deep and deeper breaths Tim
controlled the sensations that threatened to explode throughout his
emotional, sexual and nervous system. As the boy similarly took deep
breaths and murmured unknown words against his sweat covered back Tim
finally regained control and gently began the gentle anal milking of the
still hard, still hot, still pulsing boycock inside him. Carefully he
began to rotate his arsehole and manipulate his back as gradually Arun's
breaths turned first to gentle moans and then to pig like grunts. At this
point Arun began to gain strength and penile length and began to move
slowly in time with the pulsing of his cockroot.
     "Teem," Arun moaned between his increasing short grunts, "Oh Teem, I
hav missd you so much. So much, much, much," and the dance began again
although this time with a different beat. Now they steadied into a gentle
fucking action, still well, well short of making love as Tim was really
only the one interested in giving pleasure, Arun being really only
interested in getting it and off. Slowly, slowly the rate of action
increased as Tim sought to hit the rate that would also bring himself off
at the same time. Steadily they evolved jointly into a mutual movement of
pleasure. Tim sure of destinations end allowed his passion to take over
and started to lose himself in the climactic journey.
     Quietly now the bedroom door opened slowly and it was the draft of
air rather than any noise that alerted Tim to the new presence in the
room. Startled he looked up, the sudden movement causing Arun to grunt
hard and for a moment they were out of fucksexsync. Tim looked up to see
the one called Abbe standing in the doorway, watching them; a cigarette
held in one hand, the smoke spiralling upwards to the ceiling, giving him
a devilish look. The youth was dressed in tight fitting slightly grubby
looking off white vest and briefs. The groin area was tented hard and out
and as Tim watched he could see the youth's cock pulsing and throbbing
and a damp patch had appeared over the obvious knobhead. The boy smiled,
his white teeth gleaming in the light, but Tim noticed that his eyes
glittered with something else. Tim shivered with anticipation of. , he
did not know what but he felt a wave of concern cool over his skin.
     Abbe said something and grabbed his engorged groin with his free
hand, squeezing the throbbing contents and grinning more broadly. Behind
him Tim heard Arun grunt something in reply and then Abbe moved towards
him pulling down his grubby briefs to expose the wetly dripping slab of
olive boymeat that stood out proud and lewd. As Tim started to say
something he felt Arun slap him hard on the thigh, this unexpected pain
caused him to open his mouth in surprise and before he could say
something Tim found his mouth invaded by a boywet, boyhot, boycock and
the aromatic smell of the Moroccan cigarette smoke grew stronger.
     "Suck Teem, suck Teem, you make my Abbe feel good yis," grunted
Arun, "You suck, we fuck OK," the youth commanded.
     Tim spluttered but with his mouth filled and his head now held
tightly by Abbes youthfully strong hands there was nothing he could do.
Helpless he began to experience his first spit roast, with two good hard
young cocks fucking him expertly from both ends. Unsure and worried he
tensed at first, then as the sensations in his arsehole continued to grow
and were enhanced by the feeling of the hot rock in his mouth he relaxed
and began to enjoy what was happening. He had fantasised about this
before but never, ever felt that he would actually take part in an orgy
and here he was right slap bang in the middle of it.
     Arun experienced with his living cumhole continued on his selfish
way towards his climax. He liked this man, he liked fucking this man and
he knew this man liked the way he fucked him. He had told all of his
friends of the cute fucking foreigner who had provided him with almost
two weeks of constant sex and money and they had exchanged stories of
similar foreigners who had also provided financial support for their
youthful services and he knew Tim was 'an easy mark' as the American
movies had told him.
     Beneath him Tim continued to undulate and move working towards the
goal of climax. Arun now however speeded up, this was not usual but then
the two went permanently out of sexual sync. Tim almost groaning aloud
with disappointment if it were not for the hard cock in his mouth as Arun
fucked himself over the top and blasted a second load of boyseed up and
hard against Tim's lusting prostrate. As Arun's climax subsided his cock
was suddenly withdrawn leaving Tim feeling empty and frustrated. `This
was wrong' he wanted to protest but the demanding cock in his mouth
prohibited him from doing anything but spluttering which Abbe seemed to
like as it increased his pleasure.
     Tim was further surprised as the offending cock was shortly
withdrawn, but before he could do anything it was replaced by another.
Another of the boys had entered the bedroom and wanted in on the action.
As before the new boy held Tim's head strongly in his hands as the new
face fuck began.
     "My frens like you Teem. I say you good fren, good fuck,"-the soft
sweet voice breathed over his cheek and Tim felt Arun's hand caress his
sweat damp back. As Arun spoke Tim felt the warm prickheat at his rear
and he grunted as Abbe thrust hard and thick and hot, burying his six
inches of Mediterranean meat inside him. Tim jerked at the initial pain
and then as the hard hands grabbed his arse cheeks together and forced
them closer together and mashed them around the invading pole; he slipped
into the new fuckrhythm. He looked anxiously to the left to catch a
glance of his beloved Arun sitting on the bed beside him. Tim could see
the boys' limpid, semen dripping cock lying gently on his thigh. The
sight of this much loved muscle caused Tim to twitch with unrequited lust
and then instinctively Tim found himself adjusting to the new tempo of
the cock thrusting away inside him and altered his own position to get
the new cockhead rubbing in the right place. Arun continued to caress
Tim's back, occasionally stroking the side of Tim's face as he sucked at
the new cock, invading his mouth.
     "You be good to my frens, please Teem," said Arun's silky voice as
he continued to stroke him, his sensual touch confusing Tim further,
inflaming his overloading senses and overriding Time' sense of sexual
commonsense.
     As Tim steadied into the new syncopation he felt a light touch on
his right side and glancing away from his beloved Arun he looked to see
the last boys cock sliding slickly up and down his cheek, leaving a slimy
trail of boy cum as it slurped across his face. The new boycock, thick
and spermwet moved slowly towards the cock thrusting in and out of his
mouth, now rubbing the cumslick head over the jining of cock to mouth.
Tim was held tightly by the youth he was sucking and his head was pressed
hard against the youth's stomach. The new cock now rubbed up hard against
his sucking lips and he could hear more of the boys' musical language.
Suddenly he felt his head being released, but it was only for a moments
and then to his horror he felt his mouth being stretched as two younghard
cocks fought their thrusting way inside.
     "Is good Teem," Arun smiled sexily whispering against his bulging
cheek, "my frens say you good fucking foreigner - the bestest ever," the
youth added proudly. Again Tim found the sweet smell of the boy
intoxicating and with his passion mounting gave in to the now triple
mounting he was taking. The sensations of two cocks fighting for
superiority in his mouth became exhilarating, whilst the third cock in
his arse now began to constantly hit his g-spot. Tim felt his pulse
racing faster than ever and his temperature rising as his own climax
neared. His friends were really not going to believe it when he told them
about this.

     To be continued...

     (As ever I hope you are all enjoying my Boylover's Tales series-
judging by the e-mails I have received a lot of you are true boylovers
and have fallen in love with my boys just as much as I have. If you would
like the full list of my stories then please e-mail me on
czykguy@hotmail.com for the current list of nifty postings- or check out
the Authors page where I am now listed. Read enjoy and please play safe -
czykguy)