Date: Tue, 20 Jul 2010 09:07:01 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: I LOVE BLACK PUDDING Part one.

I LOVE BLACK PUDDING. Part one.


This is  a homosexual fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and older
men. If it is  illegal for you to read it for any reason please leave now.
Because it is a  fantasy the sex will be unprotected. In real life please
practise safe  sex.


I had been at Grammar school with  David since we were both eleven; my
birthday falls on the 5th of the month,  David's on the 9th of the month. The
school is an all boys' school and has a lot  of overseas pupils of all
nationalities because there are several multi-national  companies in town. We
became friends the first break of our first day when David  stopped some bigger
coloured boys picking on me in the playground because I was  so small and
very white. David's Nigerian and black, his Nigerian name is  Dumaka; it was
changed to David when he was baptised. His Dad works for the  Nigerian
diplomatic corps and his Mom works for UNICEF, they're both very  religious. They'
re a social class above my family, as are most of the boys at my  school; we
live in a Council house and David's family lived in a nearby gated  estate.
My Dad is a successful sales rep and my Mom is a manageress for Marks  and
Spencer. They work all the hours they can to put my twin sisters, who they
dote on, through Uni; my sisters are 6 years older than me. I know I wasn't
planned, and although my parents do love me and treat me well they tend to
ignore me and leave me to my own devices.
Somehow David  and I became firm friends, and we were in and out of each
others' houses all the  time and we soon started having sleep-overs, usually
at David's. For sports,  David favoured football and was the School's Team
Captain, while I liked  athletics, mainly middle distance running. We both
enjoyed swimming and cycling.  Although we were the same age David seemed like
an older brother to me,  physically he was much bigger and much more
street-wise. We discovered sex  together when we were about 12, and we used to
wank ourselves off in front of  each other when we slept over; we always slept
in the nude. I think I was in  love with David. Shortly after our 14th
birthdays, after much cajoling on my  part, we progressed to mutual masturbation.
By now David was producing more than  twice as much boycum than I was. I
know David enjoyed us wanking each other off,  but for ages he wouldn't try
anything else. Although not as religious as his  parents he'd told me he
sometimes worried that what we were doing was sinful,  but he enjoyed it too much
to stop. David's bedroom had a whole wall of built in  wardrobes which had
mirrored doors. Before sex, when we were naked and our cocks  were stiff, I
used to get David to stand with me in front of the mirrors and put  his arm
around my shoulder while I put my arm around his waist. The contrast of  his
bigger black body next to my smaller white body really turned me  on.
One Saturday, on a weekend David was away, about 6  months before my 15th
Birthday, I'd been cycling in the park and I'd needed to  go to the toilet.
The nearest public convenience was very smelly and dark but I  was
desperate; as I'd entered I'd seen a notice which said it would be closed  and
knocked down next week, no wonder I thought. I entered a cubicle and was  pleased
to find that there was a window that let in a fair amount of light.  While
I was sat doing my business I noticed that the walls were covered with
crude drawings of cocks, cocksucking, bumfucking, and rude stories; some about
men having sex with each other, but mostly about men having sex with boys
around  my age. I got a hard-on reading the stories. When I'd finished and
cleaned  myself I stood up, flushed the pan, and prepared to wank off while
reading a  story about a 14 year old boy getting raped in the toilet by two
Rastafarian men  with long thick cocks. The fact that the protagonists were
black and white, and  it was a boy with two men, really turned me on. The story
was written from the  14 year old's point of view; and as I read I wanked
my cock. I managed to shoot  my load while I read about one Rasta filling the
boy's arsehole with his spunk  while the other Rasta filled his mouth with
his spunk and the boy shot his load  unaided onto the toilet floor. I
cleaned myself up and cycled home vowing that  I'd go back Sunday and wank off to
more stories, maybe even copy a few for my  pleasure at home.
Sunday I cycled to the convenience and  went into a different stall. I soon
found a story about a 16 year old white boy  who was picked up by a
Pakistani man and taken to his flat for fucking. I'd just  started wanking when I
noticed a magazine tucked behind the water pipe. I took  it out and found
that it was a photographic porno magazine with photos of black  men fucking
white boys; very young white boys. I found a double spread of a fit  black guy
probably in his twenties getting his very thick and veiny 8 inch uncut  cock
sucked by a small white boy who appeared to be only about 12 or 13. How he
got his tiny mouth around the big black cock I'll never know! The black guy
had  a smooth hairless body with wiry, trimmed and shaped pubes, but the
white boy's  body was totally hairless, and he had no pubes at all. The next
photo was of the  black guy rimming the white boy. The third photo was of the
black guy fucking  the white boy, who was lying on his back with one leg on
the black guy's  shoulder and the other leg flat so that you could see him
tossing his thin 3  inch cut cock which had a shiny, red bulbous knob. The
sight of the black guy's  big cock buried halfway up the white boy's well
stretched arsehole made my cock  jerk and ooze precum. The last photo was of
the black guy, whose half-hard cock  was streaked with spunk, standing over
the white boy stretching his legs wide  apart so that you could see that the
boy's arse-crack, belly, cock and small  balls were covered in both loads of
spunk. I shot the biggest load ever;  forgetting the story I stuffed the
magazine into my pocket and cycled home. From  that moment on I knew that I
wanted to suck a big black cock off and get fucked  by one too.
I never mentioned anything about the magazine  to David; it was my special
secret. That night I had a bath instead of a shower  and I tried to stick a
finger up my arsehole, it took quite a while and lots of  soap, which stung
a bit, but I did it and managed another finger too. Then I  wanked off while
finger-fucking my arsehole, it felt great! I knew it would hurt  to get
fucked so I knew that I needed to loosen my arsehole up somehow. The next  day
after school I remembered that Dad had recently broken a garden trowel.
Before Mom came home I went to the shed and fished it out of the waste bin; the
 handle was some 6 inches long and not too thick. I levered the broken
business  end off, then I sandpapered the handle smooth and finally I varnished
it, and I  took it up to my room to dry.
That night, after  generously coating my arsehole, my fingers, and the
handle with Vaseline I  worked a couple of fingers into my arsehole and tried to
stretch my sphincter in  readiness. Then I placed the handle against my
pucker and applied pressure while  twisting and turning the handle. Eventually
I managed to work it into my  arsehole just past my sphincter. It hurt quite
a bit so I tried to relax before  I pushed anymore inside. My cock was
stiffening, so, when the pain subsided, I  continued pushing the handle up my
arsehole. It felt incredible when it slid  across my prostate, but my arsehole
nearly swallowed it when I got about 5  inches inside. That was no good so
I eased the handle out and half-heartedly  finished my wank while trying to
work out a solution to the  problem.
I came up with an idea and the next afternoon  after school I drilled a
hole in the bottom of the handle where the head had  fitted and pushed a
pre-glued 7 inch long piece of doweling halfway through and  left it to set. Then,
whenever I fucked myself with the handle while wanking  myself off (like
every night I wasn't seeing David), the dowel stopped the  handle from
disappearing up my arsehole. Of course every time I wanked off at  home I'd have
the porn magazine open at a page showing a young white boy being  fucked by a
black man with a big cock. Most of the photos were sets of four  similar to
the first ones I'd looked at. After a week or so I went rummaging in  the
shed and found an old wooden footstool; I lightly hammered 2 large u-shaped
nails into the top and took it to my bedroom. I slid the dowel through the
nails  then hammered them home so that they held the dowel firmly in place.
The handle  now stood at right angles to the stool. I vaselined my arsehole
and the handle  well, then, kneeling either side of the footstool, I steadily
lowered myself  down until the handle was fully buried inside my arsehole.
Afterwards, while I  tossed myself off, I rode myself silly on the handle. I
came twice in quick  succession and just had time to clean everything up and
hide the stuff in my  wardrobe before Mom came home.
To celebrate our 15th  birthdays David nicked some vodka from his Dad's
drinks cupboard and we got  half-drunk and giggly in his bedroom. I was
sleeping over and we were both naked  so we'd both got hard-ons knowing that we'd
be wanking each others' cocks soon.  But when David lay on his back on top
of his bed and told me to join him I  didn't. Instead, emboldened by the
alcohol, I knelt on the floor by his side, I  took a deep breath and leaned over
the bed, and then I grasped his stiff black  cock and took a good half of
it into my mouth. David gasped and told me to stop,  that it was wrong, but
he didn't attempt to lift my head off his rigid cock. I  must have been born
a cocksucker because I seemed to instinctively know what to  do, tonguing
his knob as I sucked, and wanking the part of his cock-shaft that  wasn't in
my mouth. I was doing such a good job that David was soon moaning with
pleasure. When his body stiffened and his watery boycum started to fill my mouth
I automatically swallowed it; I loved the taste. David was thrashing his
head  about and moaning until he finished cumming. We were both a bit
embarrassed and  David turned over and went to sleep. I went into the en-suite
bathroom and  wanked my rigid cock off as I savoured the lingering flavour of
David's boycum;  I came in about 10 strokes. I didn't brush my teeth, I went
straight to  bed.
The following morning, a Saturday, David was very  quiet over breakfast and
when we went up to his room to get ready to go swimming  he sat me down on
his bed and we had a serious talk. The upshot was that he'd  loved having
his cock sucked off so I could continue doing it; but he said that  he'd never
suck me off, but he'd continue to wank me off. So that's how it went  for
the next year. For our 16th birthdays I talked David into fucking me between
 my legs as we lay face to face. I loved the feeling of his body banging
against  my balls and stiff cock, then as David's orgasm approached his jabs
speeded up  and he started to shoot his load between my legs; the backs of my
 thighs  and bum getting covered in his boycum in the process. When David
pulled his  still hard cock from between my legs I pushed him onto his back
and grabbed hold  of it. And as I began to wank it I pointed my own cock at
his groin and wanked  it until my spunk rained down on his cock and balls
just as David had his second  orgasm. He loved what we'd done and actually
kissed my lips; but he wouldn't  french. Of course I was still fucking myself on
the trowel handle whenever I  wanked off alone.
I suppose you'd like a physical  description of David and I when all this
took place?  I was 5 ft 6 tall and  small in stature, I was thin, but wiry
from cycling, swimming and athletics. I  had longish blonde hair, blue eyes;
marble-like white skin which David called  lily-white, and small, but
prominent, bright red nipples. When hard my thinnish  5 inch cock stood straight up
almost flat against my belly and I had a tightish  foreskin covering a
bulbous bright-red knob. My smooth cockshaft was almost as  white as my body and
had flat blue veins. When hard my cock was rigid like a  steel rod, and
when I came I'd shoot 3 watery spurts of boycum quite far and  then the last
bit of boycum usually dribbled down my cock-shaft. My small balls  were housed
in a tightish, almost hairless, pale-red ballbag, and I only had a  few
blonde pubic hairs and no body hair; just peach fuzz on my lower arms and
legs. My hairless buttocks were small, round, and hard, my arse-crack was
hairless and I had a tiny pink pucker.
David (4 days  younger than me) was 5 ft 10 tall, slim but bulking up. He
was black of course  with short crinkly hair, and had a 7 inch, averagely
thick cock with a smooth  black cock-shaft with a long foreskin covering a
deep-purple, flared knob. David  had average sized balls in a loosish, slightly h
airy, purple ballbag. He had a  small patch of short, wiry black pubes,
smooth hairless legs, and a slightly  hairy arse-crack. He'd shoot 6-8 spurts
of boycum which was a little thicker  than mine.
We were finishing school in a week's time; and  a month later we were both
going to the local College to take a 2 year I.T.  course. I was looking
forward to a month off in David's company; perhaps I'd be  able to persuade him
to fuck me properly, in my arsehole. The Saturday evening  of the weekend
before we were due to finish school disaster struck. David's Dad  was being
posted to the U.S.A. with immediate effect, there was some sort of  crisis,
and the whole family, David had a younger brother Tom, were going with  him.
I couldn't even spend a last night with David; he'd got to pack as the
family were flying out from Heathrow in a few hours. The house would be sorted
out by someone from the Nigerian Embassy. I actually cried when we shook
hands  for the last time, which embarrassed David no end.
When  they'd gone I moped about in my bedroom and on my computer waiting
for bedtime.  Then to crown it all about a couple of hours later just before I
was going to  bed I got a long rambling email from David sent from
Heathrow. The gist of it  was what we'd been doing was wrong so his going away would
help us both to stop  doing such things. And David was changing his email
address to make the  separation complete! I went to bed and cried myself to
sleep. Sunday I didn't  know what to do with myself and lay in bed for ages,
sobbing every now and then.  I didn't have breakfast but I went down for
lunch and all my parents said when I  told them David had changed his email
address was that I'd soon make other  friends and he'd become a fond memory. I
ran to my room and cried again. I spent  most of the rest of the day in my
bedroom on my computer, and I kept breaking  into tears.
I was disconsolate at school the next week and  I was glad when we finally
finished on Wednesday lunchtime. Since David had left  I hadn't even wanked
myself off, my heart just wasn't in it. I got on the bus  for home, went
upstairs, and sat at the back. I noticed two 13 year olds from my  school a
couple of rows in front of me who were giggling over a newspaper. When  they
got off they left the paper; I was the last person upstairs so I went and
picked the paper up to see what they'd been laughing about. It was a Gay
newspaper and my cock stirred as I started to read it. The boys had left it open
at the dating page. I looked under older men seeking younger and was
immediately  drawn to one advert.
"Three Ivorian guys, 20s and 30s,  are looking to meet inexperienced young
white boys 18 years plus for mutual  satisfaction." Then there was a phone
number and a web site address. Although  the ad said 18 plus I was 16 and
legal; perhaps they had to say 18 for the paper  to publish their advert I
thought to myself. I carefully ripped out the advert  and put it in my pocket.
Ivorian meant they were from the Ivory Coast so I  guessed that they'd be
black, and my cock was stiffening at that thought. When I  got home the house
was empty, both my parents were at work. Up in my bedroom I  switched my
computer on and then I stripped off after taking the advert from my  pocket. My
5 inch cock was rigid, I pushed my foreskin back behind my corona and  a
pearl of precum oozed from my cock-slit. I thumbed it off and ate it.
As I sat at my computer and typed in the web site address  my cock was
jerking in anticipation. At the web site I followed the instructions  and filled
in my age, (I was tempted to insert 18, but from what I'd seen in the  porn
magazine I thought my being 16 would be a turn on) and physical details.
Then under SEXUAL EXPERIENCE I wrote about David and I even mentioned fucking
 myself with the handle; it wasn't embarrassing writing about it. I clicked
on  YES when asked if I was a virgin; and in REASONS FOR CONTACT I wrote
that my  fantasy was to lose my virginity to a black man with a big cock.
Then, as  requested, I uploaded some photos of myself naked, some with a soft
cock, some  with a hard-on, 2 of me cumming, and some of my backside, cheeks
closed, or  pulled open to show my tiny pink pucker. David had taken the
photos of me during  the last 6 months and I'd taken similar ones of him; then we
'd downloaded them  to our computers. I added a required password, my email
address and mobile  number and pressed SEND. A message flashed up to say
wait for telephone contact  and then the screen went blank. I didn't know what
else to do but wait, so I  filled my diary in, I hadn't filled it in since I
'd been told David was going  away. I'd thought about having a wank, but
my cock had lost interest and was  only half-hard.
Half an hour later my mobile rang; when I  answered it a deep melodious
voice with a French accent asked if my name was  Paul. I confirmed that it was
and was asked for my password which I gave. The  voice introduced himself as
Parfait and he said he was 22; although it was  accented his English was
perfect. Then, after getting me to verbally confirm  what I'd written on the
website, Parfait asked me if I was free for sex for the  whole weekend, from
Friday afternoon to Monday afternoon. He added that once I'd  lost my
virginity he presumed I'd be up for more sex with him and his two older  friends
Claude and Fabrice. He told me they'd seen my photos and they thought I  was
a very sexy lad and they would love to fuck my boycunt too after he'd
(Parfait) taken my virginity. I don't know why, but Parfait calling my arsehole
my boycunt turned me on.
I gulped and my cock began to  stiffen as I tried to imagine a weekend of
sex with three black men. Eventually  I managed to stammer out yes while
trying to think of an excuse I could tell my  Parents. Parfait arranged to meet
me on Friday at 1p.m. in the short-stay car  park of the main railway
station in town; he told me to look for a white Range  Rover with blacked out rear
windows. He then ordered me not to masturbate for  the rest of the week. I
asked what clothes I should take, Parfait burst out  laughing and said what
I stood up in and a toothbrush would be all I needed.  Then he added that if
it was warm enough boxer shorts, shorts, a T-shirt and  trainers would do;
and then he rang off. I was trembling with excitement, and  ignoring Parfait'
s instructions I lay back on my bed and tossed myself off; I  was going to
lose my virginity to a black man's cock. I came in minutes, a big  load for
me, it shot up to my chin then down onto my chest, then onto my heaving
belly, the last few drops dribbling down my cock-shaft. I scooped up and ate
what I could.
Over dinner with my parents I  casually mentioned that Chris, a boy in my
class who my parents vaguely knew,  had asked me to spend the weekend at his
parents' house in the country because  he knew I was at a loose end with
David gone. Chris boarded close to the school  during term time, as did some of
the other boys; which my parents knew about. My  parents told me that they
knew I'd soon make new friends and gave their  permission. I told them Chris'
s Dad would pick me up Friday afternoon; my Mom  told me to make sure I
packed enough clothes, and Dad gave me a £20 note. They  never even thought to
check with Chris's parents; I'd taken a calculated risk  guessing that they
wouldn't. That night, and all day Thursday whenever I could,  I used the
handle to try to loosen up my arsehole, and, somehow, I managed not  to have
an orgasm. I tried not to push the handle too far up my arsehole so that  it
didn't stimulate my prostate. Thursday evening Mom supervised my packing of
a  small suitcase; but I wouldn't be taking it, and after the job was done I
hid  the suitcase under my bed.
I had trouble getting off to  sleep but finally did, with a hard-on of
course. My alarm woke me at 10:00 a.m.,  I'd still got a hard-on but I fought
the impulse to wank off. It was a lovely  hot day, so after I'd used the loo
and the bidet I took a cold shower which left  my cock half-hard. After a big
breakfast I went to my bedroom and put on a tight  red T-shirt which ended
at my waist, a pair of red, loose boxers, white tennis  shorts so that I
could hold my cock down with my hand in my pocket if it  erected. The shorts
hung from my hips, so about 4 inches of my lily-white  midriff was exposed;
and finally I put on a pair of trainers. I put my  toothbrush, mobile and
wallet in a tote-bag and went downstairs. My keys were on  the hall table along
with a note from my Mom telling me to have a good time.  Locking up the
house I set off to catch the bus to the station, my hand in my  pocket trying to
hide my cock which was now hard. On the bus I started to have  worries
about what I was doing. I'd be with three strangers for the weekend and  I didn'
t even know where I was going. But I was going to lose my virginity to a
black man's cock which I wanted so much; so I pushed the worries to the back
of  my mind. It was a really hot day and by the time I reached the station I
was  sweating profusely. In the car park I had no trouble at all in picking
out  Parfait's car which was parked in a quiet corner, there was only a
white van  near it, and headed for it. I'd just reached it when a handsome
young black guy  got out and gave me a huge smile as he extended a large  hand.
"Good afternoon Paul, I'm Parfait, pleased to meet  you; you look even
sexier than your photos."
I muttered  hello, let go of my cock, and took his hand; I was given a firm
handshake while  we looked each other up and down. Parfait was much blacker
than David and his  skin glistened; all he was wearing were a pair of open
sandals and a pair of  very brief, tight, white satin boxer shorts which
left nothing to the  imagination. I could see that what must be a huge cock
filling the boxers almost  obscenely. He was so handsome with high cheekbones
and looked so sexy that my  heart skipped a beat. At 5ft 10 he was lightly
built, like Salomon Kalou the  Chelsea footballer, and he had long, muscled
legs. Parfait had a narrow waist,  smooth hairless torso, well defined abs
with prominent, fairly large, dark  nipples, and a small but fully defined
six-pack, his hair was close-shaven with  razor patterns. His strong legs were
hairless too. Having taken in his "to die  for body" I stared at his bulging
shorts and tried to imagine what his cock  looked like while my cock went
stiff as a poker and oozed precum. A deep chuckle  broke my reverie.
"Well, do I meet with your approval  Paul? It seems so by the way your cock
is tenting your shorts while you look at  mine!"
I gulped, went bright red, my mouth dried up and I  looked up at his
grinning face.
"Er ... yes, er, and sorry I  was staring at your ... er ... er"
Parfait laughed and  interrupted me.
"It's called my cock Boy, my prick, my  fuck-stick, my dong, my wang, my
sausage, my big black pudding! Whatever you  want to call it you'll soon see
it properly in all its proud glory. Now get in  the car and let's go; my
friends Claude and Fabrice can't wait to meet you and  get their hands on you
and show you their big black  cocks!"
Still flushed with embarrassment, but so excited  about what was going to
happen to me, I climbed into the back of the car while  Parfait held the door
open for me. He climbed in the driver's seat, locked the  doors and we
buckled up. He turned his head and smiled at  me.
"Would you like a drink before we set off  Paul?"
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak because of  my embarrassment and my
mouth being so dry. Parfait reached into the well of the  car and pulled up
a cooler-bag. He handed me an ice-cold bottle of Coke and took  a bottle of
water for himself. I drank half of my Coke greedily then sipped the  rest
while looking across at Parfait who was smiling at me as he watched me  drink.
When I'd finished the bottle Parfait sort of leered at me, then he turned
back and started the car. Suddenly everything went woozy and then I passed
out.
When I came around I was in a room that was all white and  brightly lit; I
realised straight away that I must have been drugged, and I was  still
drowsy from the drug. I was lying totally naked on a doctor's examination  table
that fitted the length of my body perfectly. My head lay on a padded bit
that raised it enough to allow me to look down my body. My legs were strapped
into stirrups and stretched wide apart, and three black, padded leather
straps  crossed my body holding me down. One ran across my chest and arms just
above my  nipples, one ran across my chest and arms just below my nipples,
and the last  one ran across my belly and arms; I was immobilised. Then I
realised my pubes  had been shaved as had the rest of my body; apart from my
blonde hair my small,  lily-white body was totally hairless. I started to
panic, my heartbeat increased  and sweat broke out all over my body. But my 5
inch cock was rigid and pointing  straight at my face and it was dripping
precum onto the strap. Half of my  buttocks were off the edge of the table so
that my tiny pink pucker was fully  exposed to the world.
But, worst of all, I could see 2  tubes running from a nearby machine
towards my body, and I could feel that they  ran into my arsehole slightly
stretching my sphincter while my insides were  slowly being filled with warm
water. The water continued to be pumped inside me;  and when I tried to writhe
about thinking that I couldn't take any more pressure  I heard a double click.
The pressure in my belly began to ease and I saw  slightly dirty water
running down one of the tubes towards the machine. I  immediately realised that
I was plumbed into a colonic irrigation machine. I'd  seen a clip on youtube
of two young Finnish guys in a game show attached to  similar machines.
When the water drained away there was another double click and  my belly
started to fill up again. My heart was racing now; what had I let  myself in for?
The machine did another 2 cycles and I could see that the water  exiting my
bowels was almost clear.
Then the door facing  me opened and in walked Parfait, he was totally
naked. I couldn't take my eyes  off the big, soft, uncut cock with a smooth
cock-shaft that hung down over a  pair of huge balls contained in a loosish,
shaved, dark purple ballbag. After  he'd turned to close the door I could see
that, like the rest of his body,  Parfait's genital area and arsehole were
devoid of hair and his firm, muscled  buttocks were dimpled. Soft, Parfait's
cock was longer and thicker than David's  cock was when it was hard. I tore my
eyes away and looked up at his grinning  face. When I spoke my voice
quivered with anger; I couldn't hide it, although I  knew that in the position I
was in I was at their mercy.
"You drugged me. What the hell's going on Parfait? Where am I? What are
you  doing to me with that machine?"
"Yes, I drugged you, that  way you don't know where you are, and when you
leave you'll be drugged again.  So, if you want to come back, or try to lead
anyone here, you won't be able to  find the house. If you genuinely want to
come back for more sex you will have to  use the web site, we'll give you a
password, and we'll call your mobile to  arrange to pick you up in the same
way. That's our policy and I don't think  you're in any position to
complain. Now about the machine, you said you wanted  to lose your virginity to a
big black cock so to prepare you we're cleaning your  insides, your
boypussy, out."
"But ... but, you've got me  tied up; that's wrong, I was prepared to come
here willingly; I'm not your  captive!"
The smile went from Parfait's face and his tone  hardened.
"Oh yes you are, you're our captive for the  weekend whether you like it
or not. Now keep quiet Boy and I'll explain what's  happening and what's
going to happen to you."
I decided  not to protest, I'd always been sort of submissive to other
males, and I  listened intently as Parfait continued.
"Our boss,  Monsieur Dumas, produces gay porno movies; they're mainly of
young white boys  being used, and/or abused, sexually by men of other races.
These DVDs sell  extremely well in mainland Europe, Africa, Arabian
countries, eastern countries  and Japan, and curiously the USA. All the indoor
movies are produced here, the  rooms of the house are fully equipped for all
kinds of scenarios; the outdoor  movies are usually produced in Portugal."
Parfait paused  and pointed to certain small black round things on the
walls and ceiling that I  hadn't really noticed before.
"Those are cameras, they're  filming you now; actually you've been filmed
from the time you arrived at the  train station. You were filmed from the
moment you came into the car park. Then,  when you'd passed out, Claude and
Fabrice came out of the van that was parked  near to the car, if you remember
it, and got in the back with you. They stripped  you, and then they examined
your body in careful detail and took measurements of  your genitals while
your cock was still hard. We'd added something to the coke  that quickly made
your cock go soft and then they measured it again; everything  was filmed!
When we got to the house you were carried into here naked. Then  after your
body was shaved, to make you look younger and to make the contrast  between
our skins colouring more pronounced, you were given a full medical.  Blood
tests, heart tests, everything. Your temperature was taken by inserting a
long, thick rectal thermometer into your boycunt; and a urine sample was taken
 via a wide catheter inserted into your soft little cock."
Parfait paused, lowered his head by my ear and whispered, so the cameras
wouldn't pick up his voice I guessed.
"From now own you'll  be called Boy or worse, and the language we use will
get filthy; our customers  like it that way!"
As he spoke I looked up and could see  that the cameras were trained on my
body. I went blood red with embarrassment.  After being drugged, stripped
and examined I was now being filmed having my  insides washed out; I began to
protest but, waving a hand for me to keep quiet,  Parfait continued.
"Everything that happens to you here  will be filmed 24/7, even when you'
re shitting; you'd be amazed at what people  will pay to watch."
I gulped and went even redder; that  sounded so gross!
"But that's totally dirty, it's, it's  perverted!"
I gasped as the enormity of what I'd just  been told hit home. Parfait
ignored me and continued.
"Now  if you're compliant you won't be really hurt. I mean the first time
I fuck you  will probably be painful because you're a virgin and my cock's
so big! As it  will be painful when Claude and Fabrice fuck you for their
first time, their  cocks are bigger than mine. But the pain will go and you'll
eventually start  enjoying yourself; I mean you told us how you like
wanking off while fucking  your boycunt with your home made dildo. However if you
fight what's going to  happen to you you'll be in for a really hard time.
This house is isolated so no  one would hear your screams. Monsieur Dumas
would probably prefer you to fight,  boys resisting getting fucked and being
forced into submission make for very  interesting and very profitable movies.
But I don't think you'd enjoy having  your head shaved, being tied up,
abused, strapped, whipped, tortured and  dry-raped would you?"
I didn't answer; I was trying to  absorb what I'd been told. I couldn't
really complain, I'd agreed to come and I  was going to lose my virginity,
which I'd asked for. And then I'd spend the  weekend being fucked by three
black guys; a shiver of anticipation ran through  me. Another click interrupted
Parfait and I saw that the water draining from me  was crystal clear.
Parfait waited until I was drained and switched off the  machine before another
cycle could start, and then he gently removed the tubing  from my arsehole.
"There you are Boy; you're clean enough  to eat out! Now think about what I
've said while I sort things  out."
I was still trying to get used to the idea of  everything being filmed when
I noticed Parfait go to a cupboard and take out a  pint bottle of milky
liquid which he placed on a nearby table, was that  something more to worry
about I wondered? I didn't want to be raped; but I  wanted to lose my virginity
to Parfait's cock and get fucked by more big black  cocks so I decided to
be amenable.
"I think I'll, um, go  along with whatever you want to do; I don't want to
get hurt but I do want to  lose my virginity to you. Er, how long was I
attached to the machine, er  Parfait?"
"About 15 minutes before you woke up; your  insides will be really clean."
I was still red with the  embarrassment of everything being filmed.
"Er, I find it  embarrassing to be filmed all the time, and I'll be even
more embarrassed when  there are cameramen around."
Parfait  chuckled.
"You'll soon forget the cameras are there. And  this operation is state of
the art; there are no cameramen, some of the cameras  are remote controlled
and all of the cameras beam their images to an editing  suite and the films
are composed there. The only people you'll see this weekend  are myself and
my friends Claude and Fabrice, and remember they've already seen
everything you've got to offer. Oh, they think you're a very sexy young lad and
they can't wait to get their hands on you, sorry, their cocks up your boycunt;
but I'm fucking you first, I'm having the pleasure of taking your cherry.
Now,  before I untie you, you can suck my cock and get it hard so that you
can see  what's going to be fucking your boycunt very soon."
At  that Parfait came up to my head and slipping 2 bolts he dropped the
head of the  table so that my head hung down. Somehow being called Boy and
having my arsehole  called my boycunt was starting to turn me on even more. Then
Parfait straddled  slightly, hefted his cock, eased the loose foreskin back
to reveal a slightly  bulbous purple knob, and rubbed it across my lips.
"Come  on Boy; suck my cock until it's hard!"
I opened my mouth  eagerly, I wanted to taste his big black cock so much,
and Parfait slipped his  knob and about an inch of cock-shaft into my mouth.
As I sucked on the cock I  tongued the bulbous knob; within seconds Parfait'
s cock started to swell and  push further into my mouth. Within a couple of
minutes his knob was at the  entrance to my throat and I gagged slightly.
Parfait pulled back until I could  work on his stiffening cock more easily. As
it expanded I had to stretch my  mouth ever wider, and now I could feel
Parfait's precum trickling down my  throat. Minutes later Parfait withdrew his
erect cock from my mouth and  playfully slapped it across my cheeks a few
times as I worked my well stretched  jaw. He lifted the head of the table and
bolted it back in  place.
"Well Boy, what do you think of my big black  pudding?"
I stared at it before answering; it was huge! It  was much thicker than
David's cock and must have been all of 10 inches long, the  loose foreskin now
revealing Parfait's cock-slit and half his knob. It was  angled at about 45
degrees away from his toned body and had a slight inward  curve. I licked my
lips.
"It's beautiful Parfait, but  it's so big, like your balls!"
I gasped, and I meant it.  My cock was jerking and oozing precum as I tried
to imagine it buried up my  arsehole, I just hoped I could take it and
prayed that it wouldn't hurt too  much. Parfait gave a dirty chuckle.
"Well, you've had your  first taste of my big black pudding Boy, and soon
your tight little boycunt will  taste it too when I take your virginity!"
He went to the  table and bought the bottle over; he lifted my head and put
the bottle to my  lips.
"You won't be having any solid food while you're  here, it makes keeping
you clean inside easier. So you'll be drinking this  supplement instead, we
call it love-juice, it will provide all the nourishment  and vitamins your
body requires. You'll feel hungry but you'll soon get used to  that, all the
boys we film here do. It also contains a muscle relaxant so that  you'll be
able to take my big black pudding a little easier; now drink slowly,  and
drink it all."
I found out later that the drink also  contained a powerful African
aphrodisiac. I'd just finished drinking when a wall  mounted phone rang; Parfait
put the bottle down and went to answer it; when he  returned he was grinning.
"Change of plan Boy, I was  going to pop your cherry here; but, after I've
buttplugged your boycunt, you're  going to meet Claude and Fabrice!"
Parfait went back to  the cupboard and took out a buttplug which was about
the same size as David's  cock was when hard. He gobbed on it a couple of
times, placed it on my pucker,  and pushed firmly, I yelled as it breached my
sphincter; Parfait just grinned  and ignored my pleas for him to stop. He
kept up the pressure until my sphincter  closed around the narrow bit. I was
sweating and gasping for breath as Parfait  started to unstrap me from the
stirrups and then the table. When I was free he  helped me stand and supported
me until I got my balance. Then Parfait moved  behind me, put his hands on
my shoulders and directed me to the door; I could  feel his stiff cock
against the small of my back smearing precum on it. Although  it had been really
painful when he shoved the buttplug into my arsehole my cock  was still
hard. I walked gingerly to the door and opened it on Parfait's  command. We were
in a corridor and Parfait told me to open the door on the wall  opposite,
to the right; I did as I was told. The door opened onto a large, well  lit
room that was equipped like a gym, but most of the equipment seemed to be
made of clear Perspex. Standing opposite me in front of a Perspex bench were
two  big, naked black guys with soft cocks and their arms folded across their
impressive chests. I noticed a shelf behind them that held an assortment of
 different sized dildos and buttplugs and other sex toys; then Parfait
pushed me  forwards until I was directly in front of the two black men.
"These are my two friends Boy, the one on the left is  Claude, he's 36,
and the one on the right is Fabrice, he's 28. Take a good look,  admire their
bodies."
Neither of them spoke, and as I  looked Claude up and down he sort of
glared at me. At 6 feet 4 he was a filled  out version of Parfait and just as
black; he was fairly good looking and built  like Didier Drogba the Chelsea
footballer. Claude had a well defined 6-pack,  large, prominent nipples and his
body and head were shaved. His soft cock was 6  inches long and very thick,
his loose foreskin was pulled back and I could see a  dark purple, flared
knob with a big cock-slit and the corona rim of his knob was  even wider than
his cock-shaft. He had a pair of big balls in a tight, shaved,  black
ballbag, and trimmed crinkly black pubes. When he saw I'd finished looking  him
up and down Claude turned around, his rounded buttocks were hard, and when
he bent over and pulled them apart I saw that he had a hairy arse-crack and
well  muscled legs. He stood back up and turned to face me, he was still
glaring.
I turned to look at Fabrice who was as black as  the other two and handsome
in a rugged way; he too was glaring at me. He was 6ft  2 and also built
like Didier Drogba with an even more defined 6-pack, but he was  slimmer than
Claude. His nipples were even more prominent than Claude's.  Fabrice's black
crinkly hair was close-cropped and his body was totally smooth  and
hairless apart from trimmed, crinkly black pubes. His cut cock was at least  7
inches long, it wasn't quite as thick as Claude's and had a grey
torpedo-shaped knob and big cock-slit; his cock-shaft seemed thickest in the  middle. His
balls were slightly bigger than Claude's, but not as big as  Parfait's
which were huge, and were housed in a looser, shaved ballbag. When  Fabrice
turned and bent over like Claude had, I saw that he had dimpled, well  muscled
buttocks and a hairless arse-crack revealing a deep purple  pucker.
My mouth had gone dry; their cocks were so big  soft I wondered how much
bigger their cocks would be when they were hard. I  began to have serious
doubts that I'd be able to take any of them up my  arsehole. But my still rigid
cock was jerking in anticipation, and my precum was  dribbling down my
cock-shaft and dripping onto the floor. Claude and Fabrice  climbed up onto the
bench and stood facing me with their legs slightly apart;  that brought their
cocks about level with my mouth. I'd just noticed there were  a couple of
cameras embedded in the bench when Parfait slapped my buttocks and  barked
out an order.
"Okay Boy, suck their big black  cocks, get them hard; start with Fabrice!"
I moved  forwards and hefted Fabrice's cut cock in one hand while I put my
other hand on  his hard muscular thigh for balance. Ducking forwards I ran
my tongue over his  knob several times savouring his flavour before engulfing
his knob with my  mouth. If I was going to do it I might as well enjoy it I
thought to myself.  Seconds later Parfait eased the buttplug from my
arsehole, pulled my buttocks  apart, and started to eat me out! I moaned with
growing pleasure around  Fabrice's stiffening cock. After seeing the photos of
the black men rimming the  white boys I'd tried to imagine what it felt like.
I'd never imagined it would  feel so good and precum oozed from my stiff
cock as Parfait's tongue worked its  magic. All three of the men were talking
dirty as I worked on Fabrice's cock  which was lengthening and thickening. I
had to stretch my jaws wider to  accommodate it and I was producing so much
saliva that it was leaking from my  mouth. Parfait removed his tongue from
my arsehole and replaced it with one,  then two and finally a third long
finger and he began to stretch my sphincter;  it felt funny but also made me
feel sexy. Fabrice's cock was filling my mouth to  capacity and his precum was
trickling down my throat. I was just about to pull  off it when he pulled
it out. I gasped for breath and worked my aching jaw as  saliva dribbled from
my mouth onto the floor. Fabrice whacked his cock across  each cheek quite
hard and growled in a deep, heavily accented  voice.
"Well Boy, what do you think of my big black  cock?"
My eyes widened as I examined Fabrice's monster  black cock. It was
sticking out from his body at right angles, the grey, torpedo  shaped knob
glistened with my saliva and his precum. As I stared a big pearl of  precum oozed
from his large cock-slit and I couldn't resist leaning in and  licking it up.
Fabrice's very veiny cock must have been 11 inches long and it  was thicker
than Parfait's, and the cock-shaft was thickest in the middle. I  knew I'd
never be able to take it up my arsehole, it was way too big. My voice
trembled when I replied.
"It's massive, it's bigger than  Parfait's and his cock is huge. I ... er ...
 don't think I'll be able to take  it!"
Fabrice slapped each cheek again with his massive  cock.
"Oh you'll take it all right Boy, whatever I have to  do to force it up
your little white boycunt I'll do!"
I  was getting frightened now, I thought I stood a slight chance of taking
Parfait's big cock but Fabrice's even longer and thicker cock was another
matter. I started to protest.
"But ... but ... it's  ..."
I got no further, Fabrice grabbed my head and turned it  towards Claude's
uncut cock and growled.
"Shut the fuck up  white boy, now suck Claude's cock until it's hard; then
maybe you can moan about  not being able to take it! And watch you don't
scrape it with your teeth, Claude  doesn't like that!"
I was really frightened now and as I  lifted Claude's uncut cock I fought
back my tears and sobbed before opening my  mouth wide and taking his
skinned-back, flared knob and a little of his veiny  cock-shaft into it. Although I
was frightened my cock was still hard and leaking  precum. They were still
talking dirty and calling me names, and I slowly  realised that their dirty
talk and name calling was turning me on. Fabrice  joined Parfait and soon I
couldn't work out whose, and how many, fingers were  stretching my
sphincter. As Claude's cock began to swell someone started to  manipulate my prostate
with a couple of fingers while another hand began  squeezing my small balls
and pulling on my ballbag. I clung tightly onto  Claude's meaty thighs for
support as my orgasm rapidly approached. Within  seconds I groaned around
Claude's cock, my body stiffened and I shuddered as my  boycum shot across the
bench between Claude's legs. Parfait gave a dirty laugh  and called out.
"That's it pussyboy, shoot your load of  sweet boycum. We're only
finger-fucking your tight little boycunt; just imagine  how you'll cum when our big
black cocks are fucking your little white  boycunt!"
Although I was frightened I'd never been so  sexually turned on. Claude's
cock was getting bigger and bigger, and eventually  my mouth was stretched
wider than ever and my saliva was streaming down my chin.  I was having
trouble breathing and I tried to pull off Claude's cock but he put  a meaty hand
behind my head and held me in place, so I got on with the job.  There wasn't
room to use my tongue on Claude's ever growing cock so I just tried  to
suck it as I fought back the need to gag. My jaws were stretched incredibly
wide as I tried to keep my teeth from scraping against Claude's cock-shaft and
 they were aching badly. My balls were released and the fingers removed
from my  arsehole only to be replaced by a mouth that clamped around my pucker
and  started tongue-fucking my arsehole. I shuddered with pleasure again as
I  manfully tried to cope with Claude's ever growing cock which was now
leaking  precum into my fully stretched mouth. It must have been Fabrice's
tongue fucking  my arsehole because Parfait appeared by my side and held up a
buttplug for me to  see. It was only 6 inches long but it was very thick, the
narrow bit was as  thick as David's cock was when it was hard. Parfait leaned
down and purred into  my ear.
"This will keep your boycunt open until I take  your virginity Boy!"
Parfait passed the buttplug to  Fabrice, then he knelt in front of me; he
pulled my foreskin back and licked my  knob clean which caused my half-hard
cock to immediately erect. He let go of my  cock, turned, and licked up all
my boycum from the bench. Seconds later Fabrice  stopped tongue-fucking my
arsehole and steadily pushed the buttplug up it,  holding it in place until my
sphincter closed around the narrow (?) bit. My  breathing was becoming more
laboured and I couldn't open my mouth any further,  it was fully stretched
by Claude's cock, another huge cock I thought to myself.  I was red in the
face and fighting for breath and I was almost gagging, and I  thought I was
going to pass out when, with some difficulty, Claude eased his  massively
thick black cock from my mouth after reminding me to watch my teeth.  When it
finally exited my mouth I coughed and spluttered and fought to get my  breath
back as streams of saliva ran from my mouth while I worked my aching  jaws.
Claude lifted my chin and looked into my eyes, his voice was higher than
the other two and less accented.
"Now look at a truly  monstrous cock pussyboy."
He let me drop my head and my  eyes opened even wider than before. Although
no more than 9 inches long (which  is long enough) Claude's black, veiny,
uncut cock was the thickest of the three.  It was as thick as a can of beer
at the base and hardly got any thinner up the  cockshaft which glistened with
my saliva. Claude's loose foreskin now only  covered half of his
dark-purple, flared knob, and under the foreskin I could see  that his corona rim was
wider than any of his cock-shaft.
"Oh fuck!"
I gasped as I imagined Claude trying to force  that enormously thick black
cock up my arsehole. Then I wondered to myself what  my sucking Claude's
enormous cock had looked like on camera; my little white  face with that
enormously thick black cock filling my mouth. Wordlessly Fabrice  handed me a
small bottle of love-juice and I gratefully drank it as I watched  Parfait place
a couple of small cushions on the bench while Claude stepped off  it. Then
Parfait lay back on the cushions at right angles to the bench; his head  and
feet touching the floor, his legs apart and his huge balls hanging down
against his muscled buttocks. He pushed against his black 10 inch cock until
it  pointed straight at the ceiling; his foreskin slowly peeled back
revealing his  bulbous, purple knob which glistened with precum. Fabrice took the
empty bottle  from me.
"Right Boy, relax while we pick you up; put your  arms around our shoulders
for support, you're about to loose your  virginity."
I gulped, I was mesmerised by my predicament  and in the back of my mind
was a growing awareness that I wanted all 3 of the  huge black cocks to fuck
my arsehole at whatever cost. As Fabrice and Claude  bent and took hold of my
thighs with their big strong hands I put my arms around  their broad
shoulders. They lifted me up until my legs were almost in a splits  position then
effortlessly carried me to the bench. One stood either side of  Parfait's
legs while I looked down at Parfait's grinning face; they positioned  my body
until my arsehole was directly over Parfait's throbbing cock. As Parfait
yanked the buttplug from my arsehole they carefully lowered me and my own body
 weight forced Parfait's knob into my arsehole past my sphincter; then they
held  me steady. I screamed from the pain and begged them to lift me off;
telling them  Parfait's cock was way too big, that it would split me in two.
Claude slapped my  buttock hard causing me to cry out again.
"Shut your mouth  pussyboy or else we'll do this the hard way. After
Parfait's finished with your  little boycunt you'll soon be begging for our big
black cocks! Now try to relax  your sphincter and take the rest of Parfait's
10 inches!"
Tears were trickling down my face and I fought back the sobs as they slowly
let  my body weight force inch after inch of Parfait's big black cock up
into my  arsehole. My head neck and shoulders were burning as was my arsehole;
and  although I was still frightened and sobbing my 5 inch cock was stiffer
than it  had ever been, but I wasn't producing precum. My arms slipped from
their  shoulders and I grabbed onto the edge of the bench for balance as I
tried to  relax my fully stretched sphincter. Eventually my buttocks came to
rest on the  top of Parfait's muscular thighs. Fabrice pulled my hairless,
lily-white  buttocks apart and the last little bit of Parfait's big black
cock disappeared  into to my arsehole. I'd done it, I'd taken all 10 inches
of Parfait's big black  cock up my arsehole; I was breathing deeply, and,
weirdly, I felt a real sense  of achievement. Claude and Fabrice let go of my
legs and there I sat fully  impaled on Parfait's throbbing cock. Parfait
leered up at me and flexed his cock  which caused me to shudder with pleasure.
"Well done Boy,  I'll give you a couple of minutes to get used to my big
black pudding before I  fuck your beautifully tight boycunt."
Parfait kept  flexing his cock and slowly the pain began to ease, to be
replaced with the  incredible feeling of having 10 inches of live, throbbing
cock filling my  arsehole. I stopped sobbing as Parfait's continually flexing
cock sent wave  after wave of pleasure through my body causing my precum to
flow again. Fabrice  handed me another bottle of love-juice and I eagerly
drank it, my mouth had  become incredibly dry. Then Claude and Fabrice
arranged my legs so that my feet  were by Parfait's head; that caused Parfait's
cock to move about which in turn  sent more waves of pleasure through my body.
With Claude supporting my back  Fabrice helped Parfait to stand and he
cupped my buttocks in his big hands; my  ankles were now resting on Parfait's
broad shoulders. Fabrice got some cord from  the shelf; he tied it around one
of my ankles, then he passed it around  Parfait's neck and finally tied it
off around my other ankle. There I was still  fully impaled on Parfait's big
cock with my body at right angles to his. While  Claude continued to support
my back Parfait slowly moved forwards; his every  step caused his big black
cock to move about inside my arsehole which sent  shivers of pleasure
through my young body and caused me to moan softly. We  walked the full length of
the room to a gym horse and they laid me down on it  with my buttocks
hanging over the edge. Although it was made of Perspex it was  warm and not too
hard on my back. Fabrice untied the cord and Parfait grasped my  ankles
pulling my legs wide apart.
"OK Boy, now I'm going  to fuck your tight little boycunt!"
With that Parfait  slowly but surely withdrew his 10 inch cock from my
arsehole until just his  bulbous knob was left inside. It felt as if he was
dragging my guts out as well,  but it also felt so good. Parfait waited a few
seconds and then he, just as  slowly as he withdrew it, pushed his big black
cock all the way back into my  arsehole until his huge balls hit my
lily-white buttocks. I groaned loudly with  pleasure, this felt so much better than
fucking myself on the handle. The pain  of the initial penetration was almost
gone and I thought the pain had been worth  it because Parfait's cock felt
so good inside my arsehole. Parfait paused then  repeated the process,
slowly increasing his stroke rate until he was fucking me  at a steady pace and
his huge balls were slapping against my buttocks. I loved  it; my rigid cock
was jerking about and my precum was flying everywhere as my  moans and
groans grew louder. As before all three men continued to talk dirty  and call me
names.
Claude and Fabrice were standing close  to my shoulders and when Parfait
had a steady stroke rate going they started to  fondle my small, lily-white
body with their big black hands, mainly  concentrating on a nipple each; my
bright red nipples quickly erected. I  instinctively reached out and began to
play with their huge black cocks. I  couldn't fully get my hand around Claude
's enormously thick cock but his loose  foreskin made it easy to rub up and
down the veiny cock-shaft. Both men were  leaking precum which increased as
I started to wank them off, and they began to  moan along with me. Claude
let go of my nipple and Fabrice took over, then  Claude started to fondle my
little balls, gently squeezing them and pulling on  my ballbag while he
stroked my belly. I felt as if I was going into a trance as  incredible
sensations coursed through my body and I felt another orgasm  building. Although
losing my virginity to Parfait's big black cock had been so  painful at first I
was now feeling nothing but pleasure as it ploughed up and  down my
arsehole and rubbed across my prostate. I vowed to myself that I'd never  use the
handle to fuck my arsehole again; I'd wait and find some man to fuck me
instead. The sound of Parfait's voice bought me back to  reality.
"Fucking hell Boy, your little boycunt is so  incredibly tight, so hot;
fucking it is turning me on! I'm going fill it full of  spunk and then fuck you
again!"
But I beat him to it, I  gave a loud groan and boycum shot from my cock
straight up my body. The first of  four thin ropes of boycum landed on my face
and in my hair, the rest worked  their way down my heaving body. And as the
last drops of boycum dribbled from my  cock-slit Claude leant in and after
easing my foreskin back he swallowed my cock  and balls, and then he sucked
hard keeping my cock stiff and I moaned again.  Inevitably my sphincter had
spasmed uncontrollably around Parfait's cock-shaft  as I shot my load causing
Parfait to groan out loud.
"OH  FUCK BOY! Get ready, here it comes!"
Parfait grabbed my  hips and pulled me further onto his throbbing, jerking
cock while pushing it as  far as he could into my arsehole. I felt him
shudder, then his hips bucked and I  felt the hot licks of his spunk splattering
against my colon walls. Fabrice  meanwhile was lapping up all my boycum from
my body. Claude released my stiff  cock and he and Fabrice moved up and
took it in turns to French me; I eagerly  responded, sucking hard on their
thick tongues. Before Parfait finally stopped  cumming, (I think he shot 8 or 9
thick ropes of spunk in total), he yanked his  cock from my arsehole and
shot a couple of ropes of thick spunk onto my pucker;  for the cameras I
guessed. Then Parfait rammed the full 10 inches of his still  stiff black cock
straight back into my arsehole.
"Take my  big black pudding up your white boycunt you dirty little
pussyboy! I'm going to  fuck another load of mancum into you!"
Parfait yelled as I  groaned sexily into Claude's mouth. I was surprised
that I'd hardly experienced  any pain when Parfait forced his big black cock
back into my arsehole. Then,  when his cock was as far into my arsehole as it
could go, Parfait called out  again.
"Fabrice, lube up your thick11 inch cock and come  and stick it up my
arsehole; then I can fuck myself on your cock while I fuck  this little white
pussyboy's boycunt again."
As Fabrice  moved behind Parfait Claude came and stood behind my head, and
he laid his  enormously thick black cock lengthways down my lily-white face
so that his  dark-purple knob lay across my lips. I didn't need any
instructions; I opened  wide; luckily Claude rested just his big flared knob on my
tongue and I sucked  on it like a lollipop. I heard Parfait grunt and gasp "
Oh fuck!" and at the same  time his still hard cock seemed to push further
into my arsehole, I guessed  Fabrice had shoved his thick 11 inch cock
straight into Parfait's arsehole. (I  found out later that from the age of 14
Parfait had been regularly fucked by the  other two; now he especially enjoys
fucking young white boys while either Claude  or Fabrice fuck him.)
"OK Fabrice, pull out a bit so I  can fuck myself on your big cock."
Fabrice must have  pulled back because Parfait started to fuck my arsehole
again and his big black  cock was soon ploughing up and down my arsehole;
Parfait's spunk from his first  orgasm causing it to make a squelching sound.
Parfait was fucking my arsehole  harder and faster than the first time and I
grasped the sides of the horse to  stop my slight body being pushed
forwards as Parfait's meaty thighs and huge  balls slapped against my hairless
lily-white buttocks. Soon we were all moaning  and groaning and sweating
heavily. All the time the men continued to talk dirty  and call me names. Claude's
huge cock was leaking a prodigious amount of precum  into my mouth and I
swallowed it eagerly, enjoying the faint salty taste. I was  really getting
into Parfait's cock fucking my arsehole and my rigid little cock  was bouncing
about and leaking precum. I was sucking hard on Claude's huge knob  and
greedily swallowing his precum which flowed steadily from his wide  cock-slit.
Then Claude eased his knob from my mouth and snarled.
"Here you go you dirty little cocksucker, close your eyes  and take my big
load of juicy mancum!"
With that he aimed  his black, massively thick, 9 inch cock at my face and
tossed it a couple of  times. I saw a thick rope of yellowish spunk shoot
from his cock onto my chest  before I closed my eyes. I felt four more shots
of spunk landing in my hair and  on my face as Claude adjusted his aim; then
he snarled  again.
"Open up pussyboy."
I opened  my mouth wide and Claude positioned his cock so that it pointed
straight at my  gaping mouth and two more jets of spunk shot from his
cock-slit into my mouth  and I eagerly swallowed them; Claude's spunk had a strong
tangy flavour, and I  loved it. Claude pushed his cock into my mouth and I
sucked on his huge knob  until he pulled it from my mouth. I felt a finger
wipe across my right eye-lid  and then I opened my eyes. Claude leered down at
me before dropping his head and  starting to lick up all his spunk from my
body and face. When he was done he  squeezed my cheeks so that I opened up
again and then he let his spunk drip from  his mouth into mine, of course I
swallowed it all.
Meanwhile Parfait's 10 inch cock was still squelching its way up and down
my  arsehole giving my prostate a real pounding. Having fed me his spunk
Claude went  to my side and after spitting into his hand, he reached for my
jerking, 5 inch  cock and started to wank it sensuously; rubbing his saliva
coated palm around my  bulbous knob on the up-stroke. It only took half a dozen
strokes before my body  stiffened, I groaned loudly, my cock swelled, and my
watery boycum shot from my  cock-slit and splattered down on my body.
Claude let go off my jerking cock and  waited a few seconds (for the cameras to
capture film of my spunk stained body I  supposed) before licking up my
boycum and drip-feeding it to me before frenching  me. My cock softened slightly
then stiffened again as Parfait's 10 incher  continued to pound against my
prostate. I couldn't believe my cock was hard  again; of course I didn't
know about the aphrodisiacal properties of the  love-juice yet. Claude broke
our kiss, cradled my head in his meaty hand, and  helped me to drink another
bottle of the love-juice. I'd just finished drinking  when I heard Fabrice
call out.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna  cum!"
He yanked his cock from Parfait's arsehole causing  Parfait to gasp, then
Fabrice came up to my head, his throbbing 11 inch cock in  his hand.
"Close your eyes pussyboy!" he  growled.
I quickly closed my eyes and felt rope after rope  of his hot, thick spunk
raining down on my face; Like Claude he shot 6 or 7  ropes. When he'd
finished shooting fingers cleared my eyes and Fabrice lapped up  his spunk from my
face, neck, and hair and then he drip fed it to me just as  Claude had; it
was strong tasting, but not as strong as Claude's. I'd just  swallowed the
last drop of Fabrice's thick, tasty spunk when Parfait groaned  loudly; he
pulled on my hips and I felt his cock swell and a couple of ropes of  spunk
hit my colon walls before Parfait yanked his cock from my arsehole and
continued to shoot his load, this time onto my gaping  pucker.
"There you go you little white pussyboy, I'm  coating your boycunt's lips
with my mancum!"
When Parfait  finished cumming he yanked his cock from my arsehole and
rammed the large  buttplug straight up my arsehole causing me to yelp; more with
surprise than  pain because my pucker was still quite open. I lay back
spent and exhausted, but  totally satisfied sexually; even though my cock was
still quite hard. By the  time Parfait had started fucking my arsehole for the
second time I'd known that  what I wanted, craved for, were big cocks
fucking my arsehole. The incredible  sensations a big thick cock ploughing up and
down my arsehole caused me far  outweighed the pain caused by the initial
penetration. And I'd never had such  mind-blowing orgasms ever before in my
young life. However I was still  frightened by the size of Fabrice's and
Claude's cocks; but I wanted to feel  them inside my arsehole so bad. Parfait
came and stood by head and offered me  his half-hard cock.
"Open up pussyboy, clean my spunk and  your boycunt juices off my big black
pudding."
Although  Parfait's cock had just come out of my arsehole I didn't
hesitate, and I was  soon slurping on it, savouring the erotic tastes of Parfait's
spunk and my body  juices. Parfait's cock stayed half-hard and after a
couple of minutes he  withdrew it. Then Fabrice scooped me up and threw me over
his broad shoulder and  playfully slapped my bum a couple of times. That
caused the buttplug to move  about inside my arsehole and I moaned with
pleasure. Parfait lifted my head and  frenched me, passionately but briefly. Still
holding my head up so he could look  into my eyes he leered.
"Well Boy, you've well and truly  lost your virginity, and I have to say
that was one of the tightest, hottest  boycunts I've ever had the pleasure of
fucking. And I hope to fuck it many more  times. Now for the second part of
your education; OK Fabrice, let's take this  little white pussyboy to the
special bedroom."
I gulped  and wondered what was going to happen to me next, but secretly I
was pleased at  Parfait's praise.

End of part one; I hope you  enjoyed it.
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