Date: Sun, 28 Nov 2010 07:21:44 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: I love black pudding part 4

I LOVE BLACK PUDDING. Part four.
This is an exotic homosexual fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy
and older boys and older men of different races. 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.

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I don't know how long I  slept, but I slept deeply and soundly and was
woken up by the sound of people  talking in the corridor. As I sat up in bed and
yawned and stretched I noticed a  bottle of water on one of the cabinets. I
had a terrible thirst and when I  picked the bottle up it felt icy cold, so
I guessed someone must have put it  there not too long ago. I drank half
then paused and looked down my body (like  everywhere in the house the
temperature was a constant 20 degrees centigrade so  there were no bedclothes as
usual), my cock was soft and nestled against my  thigh. I groped myself for a
couple of seconds but my cock didn't respond; then  my belly rumbled and I
realised that I was starving. While I finished the water  I lifted up on one
buttock and gently ran a finger over my pucker, it still felt  a little
puffy; but it didn't hurt it just sort of ached a bit and felt empty.  I'd just
finished the water and was going to get out of bed when the door opened
and Parfait walked in. He was wearing flip-flops and a medium length
terry-towel  dressing gown and carrying another robe and pair of flip-flops which he
threw on  the bed next to me. He gave me a big, friendly smile.
"Good morning Paul, I hope  you slept well and feel alright?"
I just grinned at him and  nodded vigorously; I couldn't believe what a
fantastic weekend I'd had, the sex  had been incredible.
"Good. Now go and use the  bathroom then come back and I'll put some more
balm on your arsehole. Then you  can get dressed and I'll take you for
something to eat. There are cameras in the  bathroom but none in this room or
anywhere else you'll be taken  today."
"O.K. Parfait, I'm starving.  Oh, er, my cock won't respond to my playing
with it."
Parfait laughed out loud and  shook his head.
"It's not supposed to  you dirty little cum-pig! Haven't you had enough
sex this weekend? As well as a  sleeping draught the drink last night
contained a bromide solution. You've had a  very sexually charged weekend and your
body needs to recover. Don't worry your  cock will be alright by tomorrow;
now hurry up and get ready, it's almost  midday  Monday."
So I went and used the  bathroom, putting on a show for the cameras even
though I couldn't get a  hard-on. Back in the bedroom Parfait was sitting on
the bed waiting for me with  a tube of balm by his side. As he laid me across
his lap and gently and tenderly  applied the soothing balm to my
arse-crack, pucker, and very gently poked a  finger inside my arsehole I reached under
his robe for his cock. Even if I  couldn't get a hard-on he could I
reasoned, so I could suck him off! But Parfait  slapped my buttocks lightly and
told me to stop it after playfully calling me an  over-sexed, dirty little
cock-sucker; then he explained that we hadn't got time  for any sex. I was so
disappointed that I wouldn't get a good mouthful of his  thick spunk for
breakfast. When he'd finished with my arsehole Parfait stood me  up.
"Considering the amount of  cock you've had up it your arsehole looks
remarkably healthy; young boys' bodies  are so resilient. Right, now get dressed.
"
I put the robe and  flip-flops on and he took hold of my hand and led me
out of a door I hadn't  noticed last night while explaining that we were going
into their private living  quarters.
The door opened onto a  different corridor, this one was painted pastel
blue and luxuriously carpeted.  On the walls there were paintings and photos of
sexy, attractive naked boys  around my age, and of all sizes, colours and
creeds. There were pictures of  solos, twos, threes and groups. All of the
boys were in an aroused state, and in  some of the solos the boys were
masturbating, in most of the multiples the boys  were having sex together. Although
I was really turned-on by the artwork I  couldn't get aroused. Then I
started to smell bacon, toast, and coffee, and my  mouth watered and my belly
rumbled loudly; loud enough to cause Parfait to  squeeze my hand and chuckle.
"You'll be fed in a minute  Paul, don't worry."
Parfait opened a door and  ushered me into a small dining room with a
serving hatch. Parfait told me to sit  at the table and as I sat he took a plate
off the hatch and put it in front of  me, placing a glass of milk by the
plate. I was so disappointed, there were only  two slices of toast covered with
scrambled egg on the plate and I was  ravenous.
"Eat that, and eat it slowly  chewing it well; remember you haven't had
any proper food since Friday so you  mustn't overeat and upset your stomach.
When you've digested that you can have  some bacon and a coffee."
I supposed he was right and  as I slowly ate Parfait explained several
things to me. After asking me if I'd  enjoyed myself over the weekend, to which
I nodded my head vigorously, Parfait  told me that I'd receive £2,000 for
losing my virginity on film. It would be  paid in 4 monthly payments into my
bank account. I stopped eating for a couple  of seconds and gasped at that; I'
d never expected that sort of money. And  originally I hadn't expected any
money at all; I'd just wanted to have my  virginity taken by a big black
cock, and that had certainly happened! As I  continued with my breakfast
Parfait suggested that my body would need a couple  of weeks to fully recover from
the weekend. Then, if I was agreeable, in two  weeks time I could make
another movie with them and I'd be paid £500 for that,  paid the month after the
last instalment of the £2,000 was paid. By that time  I'd finished my
meagre breakfast but I must admit I felt quite  full.
"While you digest your food  think about what I've told you. And if you
agree to come back and make another  movie for the sort of money we're paying
there'll be certain conditions. I'll be  back in a couple of minutes and if
your answer is yes I'll explain what the  conditions are. O.K.?"
I nodded and Parfait left  the room. I'd loved being fucked by their huge
black cocks and sucking them off  too so much that there was no way I was
going to turn down the chance to have  sex with the three of them again. But
why did I have to wait two weeks I  wondered; why not next weekend? And with
that sort of money going into my bank  account I'd no need to find a job
before I started college; I could spin my  parents some story about working
part-time for one of my schoolmate's Dads.  Parfait soon returned with my
tote-bag and clothes which he put on a  chair.
"Hungry again yet  Paul."
I hadn't been thinking about  food, but now realised I was starving again.
"Er yes Parfait, I think I  could eat a horse!"
Parfait chuckled and tousled  my hair.
"I'll see what the cook's  made for you."
He went to the hatch and  returned with a plateful of crispy grilled bacon
and grilled tomatoes and a mug  of milky coffee.
"Eat it slowly like before.  Now, do you want to make another movie in a
fortnight's  time?"
"Oh yes, but why not next  week? I'm sure my arsehole will be recovered by
then."
Parfait gave a dirty laugh  and gestured for me to start eating which I
did.
"No doubt your arsehole will  be recovered in a couple of days time Paul,
you're a really sexy young fucker;  but we all took drugs of some description
so it's healthier if they're  completely washed out of our systems. And
Monsieur Dumas will want to come up  with a good scenario for the movie to
showcase everyone's talents. However I'd  better tell you the conditions
before you finally agree. You do have a webcam  don't you?"
My mouth was full so I  nodded.
"Good. Now we don't want you  to have sex with anyone else before you come
back here for obvious health  reasons, but we do realise that at your young
age you have a very high sex-drive  and will probably need to cum at least
a couple of times a day. Am I  right?"
I  blushed.
"I, er, well, yes; I, er  masturbate at least twice a day."
"Well, we have a private web-site  that privileged clients can log on to
and watch our boys masturbating,  finger-fucking their arseholes, fucking
themselves with dildos, and other sexual  stuff like that. They are allowed to
request you to do things they want to see,  but it's up to you whether you
comply or not. Of course you'll be able to see  what the clients are doing as
well. Some of the boys have told me that while the  clients watch them
getting off some of the clients just masturbate, some have  sex, usually with a
boy, and some even have orgies. Now, are you willing to do  that sort of
thing in front of your webcam?"
I didn't have to think, I'd  have done anything to get their huge black
cocks down my throat and up my  arsehole again. And as I wanked off at least
twice a day that wouldn't be a  problem; and it'd be sexy to do it on camera
and watch other guys doing it; so I  nodded vigorously.
"Good boy Paul. We'll supply  you with a range of dildos, lube and
anything else you'll need. You'll also make  a percentage of the money we make.
Tomorrow morning after your parents have gone  to work someone will call
around to check out your computer and set everything  up. He'll also have a form
for you to fill in with your bank account details so  that the money you've
already earned can start going into your account,  okay?"
I'd just finished my  food.
"Er, yeah, I think so, but  for how long and when do I have to be online?"
"Only for couple of hours a  day, you let us know the best time for you;
because we allow world wide access  we can always fit you in for any time
slot. You'll be expected to cum at least  once in each hour. Our clients know
that if they only book half an hour they  can't be guaranteed that you'll cum
in that hour no matter how they try to  cajole you. Anyway almost all of
our clients book a full hour with individual  boys; and some even book the
full two hour session. There's always a 15 minute  break between the hourly
sessions, but if you're booked for the full two hours  you and the client
mutually agree when the break is."
I thought for a  minute.
"Probably 1p.m to 3p.m would  be best time for me in the week, but my
parents will be home weekends so I don't  know about doing it with them in the
house. They could walk in on me, that  wouldn't be good."
"I understand, but its okay;  weekdays 1 to 3 sounds fine, weekends we'll
work something else out. You can go  out for those times?
"Yeah, I usually go out on  my bike weekends around noon  anyway."
"Good. One other thing, I'll  be picking you up Friday afternoon in a
fortnight's time so no orgasms after  3p.m. on the preceding Wednesday. I'll
give you a bromide pill to take after your Wednesday webcam session; we don't
 want you to cum again until Friday, we want you to build up your boycum
for the  filming. That means there will be no Thursday webcam session  either."

"I suppose." I replied  sulkily.
Parfait answered me  sternly.
"You have to take the pill  Paul, or we won't let you make the movie, or
any other movies for that matter!  The effects will start wearing off by the
time I pick you up on Friday; now  promise."
"Okay, I  promise."
Parfait smiled broadly at  me, and then he picked up my clothes and
tote-bag and handed them to me and  pointed to another door.
"There's a bathroom through  there, no cameras, first on the left, go and
freshen up and get dressed and I'll  run you home. Oh, there's some balm in
your bag for your arsehole, I've also put  a shower attachment in for you
to give yourself enemas, and the pill is in there  too, don't lose it."
I followed his directions,  found the bathroom, pissed through my soft
cock, brushed my teeth and swilled my  face. Then I put on my short, tight red
T-shirt, my boxers and white tennis  shorts and finally my trainers before
shouldering my tote-bag and returning to  the dining room. Parfait was waiting
for me, he was still in his flip-flops and  robe and he was holding out a
piece of black silk which turned out to be a  bag.
"You're one of our boys now  so there's no need to drug you; just slip
this on until I've driven for a couple  of miles, that way you won't know what
the house looks like or exactly where it  is."
I pulled the bag over my  head and it rumpled around my shoulders, I could
only see very vague shapes  through the silky material. Parfait took hold of
my hand and squeezed it before  slowly leading me from the room. We walked
down the corridor and then went into  what smelled like a garage and Parfait
helped me into a car then he got in. I  heard garage doors open and we
drove off. After 5 minutes or so driving Parfait  stroked my leg.
"Okay Paul, you can take off  the bag now."
I pulled it off and blinked  in the strong sunlight and looked out of the
window; we were driving down a  quiet country lane. Then I looked across at
Parfait who leered sexily at  me.
"Christ Paul, you look so  sexy in those clothes; look you're turning me
on!"
And he spread his legs and  half opened his robe. His big black pudding lay
against his well muscled thigh  and it was half-hard and stiffening as I
stared hungrily at it. Parfait spoke  again, his voice all husky.
"I'm so turned on; I've just  got to cum. There's a blanket on the back
seat, if you get it I'll throw it over  you while you suck me off; no need to
deep-throat my cock, just get me  off."
I didn't need telling a  second time; I was going to get the breakfast I'd
wanted, a big mouthful of  Parfait's thick spunk. I pulled the blanket off
the back seat, opened Parfait's  robe wide and leant in and took his
hardening, big black cock into my mouth as  Parfait threw the blanket over me and
arranged it so that I couldn't be seen by  passing motorists. As I inhaled
his wonderfully musky body odour I eased his  foreskin back to uncover his
slightly bulbous knob, which was covered in precum,  and as I sucked and lapped
at it I stroked his silky cock-shaft with one hand  while I fondled his
huge balls with the other. I'd only been working on  Parfait's cock for what
seemed like a few minutes when he  moaned.
"Oh fuck, you're a really  good cocksucker Paul! Stop sucking for a moment
and just hold my cock in your  mouth while I look for somewhere to park so
that you can finish me off; I don't  want to crash the car when I cum!"
So I stopped sucking and  released his balls, but I still held onto his
thick, throbbing cock-shaft; and I  couldn't stop myself from poking the tip of
my tongue into his big cock-slit and  slurping up his precum. That caused
Parfait to almost purr with pleasure. A  couple of minutes later we stopped.
"We're on the motorway  approach road and I've pulled into an empty
lay-by; now finish me off,  please!"
Parfait hissed the last five  words through clenched teeth. I grabbed his
huge balls and fondled and squeezed  them as I forced his foreskin fully back
and began to suck hard on his bulbous  knob. Parfait started to squirm and
moan when I wanked and squeezed the base of  his huge black cock until his
back arched, his body stiffened and he almost  screamed.
"OH FUCK! DON'T STOP! I'M  CUMMING!"
Parfait bucked up into my  mouth, and his thick spunk shot into my mouth
with real force and I started  swallowing it immediately. He must have been
really turned on because I didn't  think he'd ever stop cumming. However as
he started to slump back into his seat  I managed not to swallow the last
rope of thick spunk and I added to it by  squeezing and milking his thick
cock-shaft while I continued to suck hard on his  knob. Parfait eventually
whimpered and pulled the blanket off my  head.
"That's enough Paul that was  great."
I looked up at him as I sat  up and showed him the spunk I'd saved, and
then I rolled it around my mouth,  swallowed it, and smacked my lips
theatrically.
"I love sucking your big  black pudding and eating your spunk Parfait, but
not as much as I love having  you fuck my arsehole with your big black cock!"

Parfait laughed and tousled  my hair before straightening his robe.
"And I love you sucking me  off, but not as much as I love fucking your
tight little arsehole. Now, let's  get you home you over-sexed young bugger!"
For the rest of the journey  we chatted generally and when Parfait dropped
me outside my house there was  no-one around so we managed a quick snog
before Parfait playfully slapped my  buttocks and sent me on my way. I ran up to
my room and stripped off after  putting the tote-bag in my bedside cabinet.
In the bathroom I brushed my teeth  and swilled my face. I'd just put on a
track-suit and gone downstairs for a  drink when the phone rang; it was Mom.
She asked if I'd had a good weekend and I  told her yes. Then she said she'
d bring a Chinese home for dinner as she was  running late so I gave her my
order. Over the meal my parents did their best to  sound interested about
my weekend, but I didn't have to lie too much because, as  usual, their
interest soon fizzled out. After our meal I helped to clear up and  then I
watched a bit of telly with them; but when I kept on yawning. Mom  suggested I had
some supper and went to bed; which I did. But before going to  bed I
applied some more balm to my arsehole which seemed to be back to normal;  but I
still couldn't get a hard-on. My head had hardly touched the pillow when I
dropped off to sleep.
I was woken up from a deep sleep  by the sound of the front door bell
ringing insistently. I hadn't come properly  around and all thoughts of what I
was supposed to be doing that afternoon had  gone from my mind. As I hurriedly
got out of bed and pulled on my track-suit I  was so pleased to find that I
had a morning woody. I went downstairs to open the  door with my hand
stuffed in my pocket holding my stiffy against my body to  disguise it. I felt
precum leak onto my belly, I'll have a good wank after I've  answered the
door I thought to myself. I opened the door and my jaw dropped when  I saw Bob
the half-caste guy who'd wanked off over my sleeping body standing  there
with a big grin on his face. And I immediately remembered that I was due  to
have sex in front of a stranger in front of my webcam, and that thought made
my cock jerk.
"Come on sleepy-head, it's  almost mid-day and I've got to set everything
up. Dai and I are the in-house  trainee technical guys; Monsieur Dumas is
putting us through  college."
"Oh, er, hello Bob, I hadn't  set my alarm so I overslept."
"I'm not surprised after all  the sex you had over the weekend you dirty
little fucker! We've started editing  the DVDs; you're so sexy in them they'
re going to sell like the proverbial  hot-cakes! Now, are you going to let
me in?"
I stood back, Bob picked up  a back-pack and entered and after I'd closed
the door he put the back-pack down  and embraced me, and then he snogged me.
I didn't resist, I just pulled my hand  from my pocket and embraced him
back. When Bob groped my hard-on and I groped  him back I found out that his 7
inch cock was as hard as mine. Bob broke the  snog.
"Mmmm, primed and ready for  action with your first client. You've got two
today, an hour each. Take me to  your bedroom, and while I set your
computer up you can use your bathroom to get  ready, Parfait informs me you've got
all the stuff you need to clean your  arsehole."
I  blushed.
"Yeah, but I've only just  woken up so I need a drink and something to eat
first."
"Okay, I suppose we've  got just about enough time, anyway I could do with
a drink myself. Oh, I've  bought an extra webcam, its better with two, it
gives the client different  views."
I led Bob into the kitchen  and gave him his requested bottle of water.
While I ate a bowl of cereal and  drank a glass of milk Bob explained that for
the first couple of days I was only  to use small dildos and buttplugs; I
wasn't to overstretch my arsehole. Then he  kicked the back-pack telling me he'
d got a good selection of toys in it. The  thoughts of what was about to
happen kept making my stiff cock jerk and my flow  of precum had already
caused a big wet spot on my track-suit bottoms. While I  was eating Bob gave me
the form to fill in for the bank. When I'd finished my  breakfast I led Bob
upstairs and into my bedroom and while he got to work on my  computer I took
my tote-bag from my bedside cabinet and placed it on the bed  next to Bob's
back-pack. Then I stripped off before picking up my tote-bag and  going into
the bathroom to prepare myself for the afternoon's activities. How I  got
through everything without shooting my load I'll never know; my arsehole was
so sensitive when I applied the balm. And when I walked back into my
bedroom my  jerking cock was as stiff as a poker and leaking precum. My computer
was running  a split screen and Bob had set up both webcams to cover the bed
from different  angles. Bob had also covered the bed with a black rubber
sheet. He looked me up  and down and leered before nodding at my quivering
cock.
"Your first client had  better be prepared, from the state of your cock you'
ll cum the instant he asks  you to touch it!"
I went beetroot, I was a  little embarrassed in front of Bob, I'd only seen
him on film; we'd never been  introduced. I sat on the bed.
"And don't forget Paul you  have to cum at least once in each hour."
Still blushing I  stammered.
"I, er, don't think that'll  be a, um, problem Bob. Can I cum more than
twice in the two  hours?"
Bob gave a dirty  laugh.
"You can have as many  orgasms as you like Paul as long as you have at
least one each hour. Your first  client, we'll call him Mr. A, if he asks you
any questions or you need to speak  to him address him as Sir. In fact if you
have to speak to any of the clients  address them all as Sir unless they
tell you other wise.  Okay?"
"Okay  Bob."
"And if any client asks you  to do something you're not happy with just
tell him that it's more than the  limits your Master has set you. The clients
all know and accept that the boys  have limits as to what they will do."
"Okay."
I was starting to feel a bit  nervous, but I was also very sexually
excited. Bob's mobile rang and he answered  it; he didn't say much he just kept
agreeing with whoever was talking to him. He  finished the call and turned to
me.
"That was Monsieur Dumas  Paul; er, Mr A just rang him and requested a
couple of things for the session.  As you go online Mr. A wants to see you
sucking my cock, then, still sucking on  my cock, you're to stuff a dildo up your
arsehole and fuck yourself with it  until you shoot your load hands-free, I
don't think that will be a problem for  you the sexual state you're in.
When you've cum I'm supposed to shoot my load  all over your face. Mr. A will
tell you, or us, what to do next. Are you okay  with that?"
"Er yeah, which dildo should  I use?"
Bob rummaged in his  back-pack and held up a black one with a handle and
guard, the business end was  a touch longer than Bob's 7 inch cock and about
as thick with a slightly thicker  bulbous knob; he threw it on the bed next
to me and started to strip off. Bob  was only wearing a baggy T-shirt,
cut-off  Levis and a pair of trainers so he  was naked in seconds, his uncut cock
was hard but not rigid. While Bob lubed up  the dildo and I carefully lubed
my arsehole I admired his stiffening uncut cock  and his fit, shaved,
coffee-coloured body.
"Okay Paul, let's try out  our positions and see if I've set the webcams
up  correctly."
We knelt on the bed facing  each other, Bob on his knees, me on my hands
and knees so that my face was  inches from Bob's cock; that webcam was okay,
but Bob had to adjust the one  trained on my arsehole.
"Right, that's a better  view; I'll enter us into the system."
After checking his watch Bob  pushed a key, the split screen went to an
inset and the main screen showed a  darkened room with an empty armchair. Bob
got back onto the bed. He took hold of  my head, I opened my mouth, and he
pushed his stiff, 7 inch cock inside; then he  put his hands under my
shoulders to support me. I'd just started to suck on his  cock and had tasted the
first droplets of his precum when I heard a high pitched  voice.
"Very good boys, now slowly  push the dildo all the way up your boycunt
Paul then slowly fuck yourself with  it while you continue to suck on Bob's
cock."
The man had a pronounced  German accent and out of the corner of my eye I
could see that he was sitting in  the armchair facing the screen. He was
pale, large, bald, fat, and naked and  there was a naked, black haired, dark
skinned boy between his legs obviously  sucking his cock; and I could see a
huge blue buttplug stuck up the boy's pert  little arsehole. Leaving one hand
on the bed I picked up the black dildo and  placed it against my pucker. I
relaxed as much as I could before putting  pressure on the dildo. After a
little resistance it broke through my sphincter  causing me to gasp around Bob's
stiff cock from the initial pain, which I hadn't  expected. I paused for a
second or two to get used to it, and then, very slowly,  I started to feed
the rest of the dildo into my arsehole, twisting and turning  it as I did so.
When it was fully buried up my arsehole the guard hit my  buttocks and I
slowly withdrew the dildo to its knob, then I started to slowly  fuck my
arsehole with the dildo. I was so sexed up by the sensations of the  dildo
rubbing across my prostate that after only three strokes I lifted off  Bob's cock
and gasped.
"Oh shit! I'm gonna  cum!"
Bob pushed my mouth back  over his throbbing cock as boycum spewed from my
jerking cock onto the black  rubber sheet. While I kept cumming I sucked
harder on Bob's cock as I moaned and  groaned around it. Squeals of delight and
the sound of excited clapping came  from my computer.
"Yes, yes, yes! Keep fucking  your boycunt with the dildo Paul, make
yourself cum again; fuck yourself faster  and harder. Bob try not to cum until Paul
's ready to shoot another load, I want  you to try and cum together!"
"Don't suck on my cock so  hard Paul or else I'll cum; I need to last."
Bob whispered to me as I  resumed fucking my arsehole with the dildo,
faster and harder as requested. My  cock was still stiff and it bounced up and
down as my strokes got faster. A  couple of times the dildo left my arsehole
completely; I just grunted as I  rammed it back home. I'd stopped sucking on
Bob's cock; I was just lapping his  throbbing cock-shaft. More gasped orders
came from Mr.  A.
"Give him a bigger dildo  Bob!"
Bob rummaged in his  back-pack and pulled out another dildo, apart from
being about 10 inches long it  was identical in thickness to the one I was
fucking my arsehole with.
"No Bob, give him one that's  thicker too!"
"I'm sorry Sir I can't, his  Master's orders."
Mr. A's voice was petulant  but resigned when he answered.
"Oh well, I suppose that one  will have to do; but fuck yourself hard with
it Paul."
As I pulled the 7 inch dildo  from my arsehole Bob handed me the 10 inch
one, and I steadily fed the whole  thing up my arsehole, shuddering at the
extra length; then I continued fucking  myself with it. After several minutes
of hard fucking I felt another orgasm  building.
"I'm  close."
I whispered to Bob. He  whispered back:
"Start sucking me off  properly then."
I sucked hard on his cock as  I rammed the dildo up and down my arsehole.
Bob just beat me to it; he yanked  his cock from my mouth and gasped.
"Close your eyes and open  your mouth wide."
I did as ordered and as I  felt his first rope of spunk shoot into my mouth
I inwardly groaned as my first  thin rope of watery boycum shot from my
quivering cock onto the black rubber  sheet. I kept the dildo as far up my
arsehole as I could and kept twisting it  about as I continued my orgasm. Bob's
thicker spunk was shooting onto my face as  well as into my mouth and
remembering what I'd been told to do previously when  someone had cum on my face
and into my mouth I didn't swallow any. I finished  cumming just before Bob
and as we gathered ourselves together there were more  squeals of delight and
applause from my computer.
"Yes, yes, yes! Paul I hope  you've been well trained and didn't swallow
all of Bob's spunk. Open your mouth  and show me Bob's spunk, then both of
you lick up Paul's spunk off the sheet  then share it; but Bob, leave as much
of your spunk on Paul's face as you can.  And Bob, keep fucking Paul's
boycunt with the dildo while you're doing  it."
After I'd showed Mr. A.  Bob's spunk and swallowed it when ordered to and
showed him my empty mouth, we  complied. As we lapped up my boycum off the
rubber sheet I noticed that both our  cocks were half-hard, but I didn't
think I'd cum again for a while. After  several minutes of frenching Mr. A
ordered us to swallow my boycum; then I  followed his orders and lay on my back
on the edge of the bed. As I hooked my  legs up and pulled them wide apart,
the dildo shot out of my arsehole with a  loud plop. Bob had let go off the
dildo and was adjusting the webcams to focus  on my arsehole and cock. My
slightly open pucker was now totally exposed and I  moaned with pleasure when
Bob, under Mr. A's orders, began to expertly rim me.  Within minutes Bob was
alternately tongue-fucking and finger-fucking my exposed  arsehole and I was
writhing about as I moaned with pleasure. My cock was  stiffening again, I
couldn't see Bob's. On screen I could see that the young  kid's back and
hair were streaked with thick, yellowish spunk, Mr. A's I  presumed, and the
kid was sucking on Mr. A's cock  again.
"Bob, finger-fuck Paul's  boycunt with as many fingers as you can, and
start wanking his cock. I want him  to cum again before my hour is up."
Bob lifted his head and  whispered.
"If you cum again will you  be able to cum for your next client?"
I gave him a really silly  grin.
"I'll have an hour, what do  you think!"
Bob gave a dirty chuckle,  gobbed on his hand, and began to slowly and
expertly toss my cock with long slow  strokes. He'd soon got three fingers of
his other hand buried far up my  arsehole, and when he began to manipulate my
prostate I writhed about on the bed  in ecstasy. I was moaning loudly and
sweating profusely and I could feel Bob's  cock against the back of my thigh;
it was hard, throbbing and leaking precum. I  tilted my head and looked at
the screen; the kid was now sitting on Mr. A's cock  facing the screen with
his legs stretched wide apart outside Mr. A's meaty white  thighs. The kid's
pouty mouth gaped and his big black eyes were glazed over and  he had a
look of extreme rapture on his face. His thin brown body was devoid of  any
hair, even his pubes were totally shaved off. I could see the base of Mr.  A's
cock where it entered the kid's arsehole; it looked really thick, almost as
thick as Claude's huge cock. Mr. A was lifting the kid up and down on his
cock  and the kid's stiff little cut cock was covered in boycum and bouncing
all over  the place. Mr. A was panting for breath as he stared intently over
the kid's  shoulder at his computer screen watching Bob and me. Waves of
pleasure rolled  over me as Bob increased his manipulation of my prostate. I
gasped.
"I'm gonna cum  again!"
I heard Mr A. call  out.
"Bob, can you cum on Paul  too?"
My body stiffened and watery  boycum started shooting from my cock onto my
chest and belly. While still  wanking my cock Bob yanked his fingers from my
arsehole and grabbed his own cock  and wanked it furiously; within seconds
his spunk was raining down on my body  too. Squeals of delight came from my
computer and I was just in time to see Mr.  A. shuddering as he jammed the
kid down on his cock and pumped his load of spunk  into the kid's arsehole
and the kid groaned and his load of spunk shot straight  at the screen. That
was the last image I saw before the screen went blank, the  kid's
surprisingly thick spunk running down the screen. As I untangled myself  and sat up Bob
leered at me.
"Well done Paul, you really  are one sexy little fucker, I can't wait to
fuck your cute little boycunt! But  that will have to be another time we've
still got work to do. The next client  wants you after-sex dirty, so there's
no need to clean up, but I bet you could  do with a drink?"
"God, yes please, my  throat's as dry as a bone."
Bob reached into his  back-pack and pulled out a mini-cooler, he took 2
bottles of what looked like  milk shakes out and handed me one.
"No aphrodisiacs, but full  of vitamins and minerals, enjoy."
We sat in companionable  silence, arms around each others shoulders as we
drank the pleasant, strawberry  flavoured drinks. After a while Bob looked at
his  watch.
"Okay Paul our break's over,  finish your drink and arrange yourself on
your bed in front of the screen. I'll  leave the webcams as they are, but if
your next client, er, Mr. B. say, wants  them adjusting I'll do it."
So I sat on the edge of my  bed, leaning back on my hands, my feet on the
floor and my legs wide apart  displaying my half-hard cock and balls. I could
feel the drying spunk on my face  and body and my hair was wet with sweat.
I must have looked totally depraved,  and very sexy I guess. The screen
flickered, but I couldn't see anything, the  client's room was in darkness.
Then a mechanical sounding voice spoke; I found  out later that it was
electronically distorted.
"Mmmm, what a sexy,  disgusting mess you look Boy, all sweaty and with
dried spunk all over your face  and body! Stand up you dirty little cum-pig and
get your little-boy cock hard  for me. When your cock's hard turn around,
bend over, pull your arse-cheeks  apart and show me your tight little boycunt."

I did as I was ordered, and  as I tossed my cock it erected in seconds, I
found being sexy and rude in front  of the webcams a real turn-on. After I'd
bent over and pulled my arse-cheeks  wide apart to show Mr. B. my pucker he
gave me another order.
"Now I want you on your back  with your legs in the air and wide apart;
stuff a pillow under your buttocks. Is  there any one with you Boy? I want a
closer view of your  boycunt."
While I got into position I  answered.
"Er, yes, er, Sir, someone's  with me, er it's Bob Sir."
"Okay, but I don't want to  see any more of Bob than his hands and arms."
Bob went and adjusted the  webcam so that it zoomed in on my arsehole until
Mr. B. told him it was  okay.
"While you hold your legs up  and apart I want Bob to get on the floor and
start fucking your boycunt with a  dildo, deep and very slowly."
Bob picked up the 7 inch  dildo, lubed it again, and placed it on my
pucker. He gradually built up the  pressure and it slid into my already lubed
arsehole easily, but I groaned as if  in pain for the camera. Mr. B. reminded
him to go slow and Bob pushed the dildo  into my arsehole centimetre by
centimetre. My cock was soon jerking and dripping  precum onto my belly as the
dildo rubbed across my prostate. When the guard hit  my buttocks Mr. B. told
Bob to twist it about for a bit before pulling it out.  By now I was moaning
from actual pleasure, not for the camera. After a good  minute or so Bob
slowly pulled the dildo back; when only the slightly bulbous  knob was left
inside my arsehole Bob went to push the dildo back up my arsehole  but Mr. B.
interrupted him.
"No, no, no! Pull the dildo  all the way out of the cum-pig's boycunt and
wait until his boycunt lips start  to close before pushing it back in!"
Bob did as he was told and I  shuddered with pleasure when the dildo was
reintroduced into my arsehole. This  went on for 15 minutes or so, and the
gaps between being fucked by the dildo got  longer as my sphincter relaxed and
stayed open longer. Then Mr. B. demanded that  a thicker dildo was used; Bob
looked questioningly at me and I nodded okay, my  arsehole had been well
stretched by now. Bob tipped the contents of his  back-pack onto my bed and
selected another black dildo. This one's business end  was only 6 inches long
but it was half as thick again as the 7 inch one. Staying  out of view Bob
showed it to the webcam.
"Yes, yes, that's much  better; now push it up the little fucker's boycunt
nice and slow, then fuck his  boycunt like you did before! Remember, pull
the dildo all the way out of his  boycunt and don't push it back into his
boycunt until his boycunt lips are  closing."
I only lasted a couple of  long slow strokes before I groaned loudly, my
body stiffened and my boycum  started to spray from my cock-slit. Bob paused
as my sphincter began spasming  around the dildo which caused Mr. B. to
shout.
"Don't stop! Keep dildoing his boycunt, and keep doing it even when he's
stopped cumming!"
When the dildo left my arsehole Bob had to push really hard to get it  back
in; it hurt a bit but my boycum shot even further, up onto my chin. As I
finished cumming Bob continued to dildo my arsehole, he'd just pushed the
dildo  fully into my arsehole a second time when Mr. B. gave further
instructions.
"Boy, put your legs down on  the bed; hold the dildo in place and keep
twisting it about. Bob stuff another  couple of pillows under his buttocks, and
then take the webcam that's focussed  on the dirty little cum-pig's cock
and do a close-up of his cock, then pan over  his body to show me all the
spunk and boycum on it, then focus back on his cock,  do it now!"
We followed Mr. B's  instructions and my cock, which had softened slightly,
slowly began to stiffen  from the constant friction from the dildo on my
prostate. Being dirty on camera  for a stranger and having him call me names
was turning me on too. My arsehole  was now high in the air and my body was
bowed backwards. After several minutes  my cock was hard again and Mr. B.
gave another order.
"Keeping the dildo full in  your boycunt spread your legs as wide as you
can across the bed cum-pig. Bob  focus one webcam on the cum-pig's cock and
the other on his boycunt. Then  replace the dildo with a vibrating buttplug
and switch it on. When it's running  I want you to torture the cum-pigs tits
until they're raw."
I did as I was told while  Bob adjusted the webcams. Then he selected a
buttplug from the pile of sex toys  on my bed; it was roughly the same
thickness as the dildo currently stuffed up  my arsehole but only 4 inches long from
the taper. Bob lubed the buttplug and  when I let go of the dildo, Bob took
hold of the handle and slowly withdrew the  dildo, immediately replacing it
with the buttplug which I felt hit my prostate  when it was fully inside my
arsehole. Bob switched the buttplug on and I  shuddered with delight as it
vibrated against my prostate and the vibrations  began to permeate my young
body. As Bob moved his hands towards my small, red  nipples which had been
erect for ages he whispered to  me.
"I won't do too much to your  nipples, but moan and ask me to stop."
When Bob started to squeeze  and pinch my nipples I writhed about and
moaned and automatically reached for my  cock which was rock-hard by now.
"STOP THAT CUM-PIG! I  haven't given you permission to play with your
worthless little cock; the  buttplug will get you off! But you can pull your
foreskin back behind your  corona."
As I pulled my foreskin  fully back a long thick strand of precum leaked
from my cock-slit and trickled  down my jerking cock-shaft before I
reluctantly let go of my cock. Within  minutes my nipples were really stiff and
getting sore, so I begged Bob to stop  torturing them. Mr. B. laughed evilly and
told Bob to carry on. My whole body  felt the vibrations from the buttplug
causing me to shiver with pleasure. Precum  was now leaking copiously onto my
heaving belly and I knew that I was going to  have another orgasm soon.
"Turn the buttplug up to  maximum Bob, I sense the dirty little cum-pig is
about to have another orgasm.  Leave his tits alone and start squeezing his
balls."
Bob did as he was ordered  and my whole body shuddered and throbbed as he
turned the buttplug to maximum  speed. I gripped the rubber sheet tightly to
stop myself grabbing my rigid cock  and jerking it off. My moans and groans
were getting louder and louder as Bob  squeezed and fondled my balls. Then I
fucked my hips up into the air and boycum  began spewing from my cock
landing on my body and the rubber sheet as it flew  everywhere. It felt as if my
whole body was orgasming; eventually I sank back  onto the bed totally
spent.
"Okay Bob switch the  buttplug off and pull it out of the cum-pig's
boycunt. Boy, when Bob pulls the  buttplug out of your boycunt get on your hands
and knees and lick up all your  boycum off the sheet and then stand in front
of the camera and scoop up whatever  you can off your scrawny body and eat
it."
When I'd finished licking or  scooping up all of my boycum that I could off
the rubber sheet and my body I ate  it. Mr. B. told me to open my mouth
wide and show him that it was empty. Then he  told me to bend over and pull my
arse-cheeks apart and he got Bob to focus a  webcam on my pucker which was
still slightly open. I was ordered to play with my  pucker and arsehole and
then finger-fuck it which I did, groaning suitably for  the camera. A couple
of minutes later the screen went blank, the session was  over. As I
straightened up I breathed a sigh of relief and Bob came and hugged  me.
"Well done Paul, that was a  great couple of hours of sex, the clients will
be well  pleased."
"Thanks Bob, er, do you  fancy another drink, I'm really thirsty?"
"Yeah I've got half an hour  or so before I'm picked up and I could do
with a drink, but I think we should  shower and get dressed first."
"I, um, well er; we can  shower together can't we?"
Bob chuckled sexily and  squeezed my buttocks.
"Of course we can you sexy little  bugger, er, I think you want my cock up
your arsehole  too."
Bob ran a couple of fingers  over my pucker.
"Don't  you?"
I blushed before I stammered  out my reply.
"Er, yeah, I er, fancy you,  and I think you've got a nice cock, it
reminds me of my ex-boyfriend's  cock."
Bob grinned sexily as he  took hold of my hand and led me into the
bathroom. But before we left my bedroom  I picked up a small buttplug out of the
pile of sex toys, I'd want to keep his  spunk in my arsehole after he'd cum.
In the bathroom when I put the buttplug on  a shower shelf Bob gave me a
wicked grin, he didn't say anything but I knew that  he knew what the buttplug
was for. As I got the water temperature right I  glanced at Bob's cock; it
was stiffening up and standing at right angles to his  fit brown body. My own
cock was half-hard, I didn't think I'd cum again after 5  orgasms but I didn
't care, I just wanted to feel a real cock pounding away in my  arsehole
not a dildo. When the water was ready we stepped under the flow, Bob's  voice
was husky when he spoke.
"Bend over and brace  yourself against the wall with your legs slightly
apart. I've wanted to fuck  your arse since the moment I set eyes on you; you'
ve got a great little body, a  really sexy arse, and you're such a sexy
little  fucker."
So I bent over placing my  hands flat against the wall with my torso almost
at right angles to my legs. I  could feel the warm water hitting my back
and running down my arse-crack and  legs. Then I felt Bob right behind me, he
straddled his legs so that they were  outside mine and I felt him rub his
cock up and down my arse-crack and tickle my  pucker with his knob.
"This water's a  distraction."
And he reached over and  turned the shower off before placing his knob
against my pucker and  growling.
"Relax and brace yourself  Paul, I'm going to ram my cock up your arsehole
in one go, I'm so fucking turned  on!"
I tried to relax but I had  to gasp as Bob rammed his hard 7 inch cock all
the way up my arsehole until I  felt his largish balls bang against my
buttocks. As Bob let me get used to the  feel of his throbbing cock he leaned
over my back and cupped his hands under my  shoulders. Then he leant in and
tongued my ear-holes until I squirmed and pushed  back against his thighs.
"Fuck me now Bob,  hard!"
I pleaded as I worked my  sphincter around his cock-shaft.
"You asked for it  Baby."
He whispered in my ear-hole  before starting to fuck my arsehole with ever
increasing strokes. Within minutes  Bob was really banging away at my
arsehole, so hard that even with his hands  pulling my body back onto his cock I
thought I'd bang my head on the shower  wall. The fucking got wilder and Bob
was soon punch-fucking my arsehole every  half a dozen strokes or so.
Although Bob's cock was nowhere as big as the black  guys' cocks I loved the
feeling of him forcing his cock up and down and in and  out of my arsehole at
such a furious pace. My cock still wasn't fully hard but I  didn't care if I
came or not, I just loved having my arsehole fucked. We were  both sweating
profusely by now and I was moaning loudly while Bob was grunting  and
groaning. My pulse was racing and we were covered in sweat as Bob continued  to
ram his cock in and out of my arsehole. My cock was almost stiff but I wasn't
producing any precum, my balls had been drained dry by the afternoon's
events. I  desperately wanted to feel Bob shooting his load inside my arsehole
so, whenever  I could; I tightly squeezed his cock-shaft with my sphincter.
That had the  desired effect, within a few minutes Bob gasped into my ear as
he rammed his  throbbing cock as far up my arsehole as it could go.
"You're an incredible fuck  Paul, I'm gonna cum!"
Bob gripped me tighter as he  shuddered and bucked into me and I felt the
hot licks of his spunk splattering  against my colon walls. Although he'd
already had two orgasms earlier Bob shot a  really big load into my arsehole
before finally collapsing on my back. When we'd  both recovered sufficiently
Bob reached over and picked up the buttplug,  wordlessly he eased his
softening cock from my arsehole and replaced it with the  buttplug. Bob held it in
place for the few seconds it took my sphincter to close  around it.
"That's what you wanted  isn't it Paul?"
"Yeah Bob thanks, I like to  know your spunk is still inside my arsehole, it
's sexy. That was a great fuck  Bob; I really love having a stiff cock
pounding away at my  arsehole."
"And what a great arsehole  you've got kid, I'd fuck it 24/7 if I could!
Now we'd better shower before my  lift gets here and I get a bollocking."
As we tenderly washed each  other's bodies we chatted and found out that we
liked the same sort of music and  films. I read a fair bit but Bob didn't,
he worked out I didn't. We'd  occasionally snog, but when we both started
to get hard again Bob said we'd  better finish showering and get dressed.
Back in the bedroom we dressed and I  put the sex toys back in the back-pack
and hid it in the bottom of my wardrobe.  We couldn't resist having another
sexy snog, but we'd only just started when the  doorbell rang. We broke apart
and I followed Bob downstairs and opened the front  door, Parfait was
waiting. I immediately blushed and he gave a dirty laugh.
"No need to ask what you two  have been up to is there? The look on Paul's
face says it  all!"
I couldn't protest my  innocence and went even redder instead.
"Well, there's no harm done,  both of today's clients have already
contacted Monsieur Dumas to say that they  were well satisfied with their sessions.
Claude watched the sessions too, and he  told me that you appeared to have
a great time Paul. So I hope you both enjoyed  yourselves together as well."
I said nothing, I was still  red with embarrassment, but Bob answered
cockily.
"We sure did, Paul's a great  fuck and he's got an arsehole to die for. I
can't wait for the opportunity to  fuck him again!"
Parfait chuckled before he  replied and reached out to ruffle my hair.
"Well Bob that may be sooner  than you think. Due to other commitments we'
re going to have to bring the next  film session forwards to this coming
weekend; if that's okay with you  Paul?"
Alright with me? I couldn't  wait and answered breathlessly.
"Christ yes Parfait, I can't  wait to have you and the other guys give my
arsehole a real seeing  to!"
"Good, you've got the  bromide tablet handy?"
"Er, yes,  why?"
"Why do you think, we want  your balls full of boycum for the weekend so I
want you to take it now. I forgot  to bring anymore with me but I'll send
someone round tomorrow with a couple  more; one for tomorrow and one for
Thursday. And I'll send you a bottle of the  protein shake for you to have
instead of a solid breakfast Friday morning.  Obviously there'll be no more webcam
sessions either; our clients like to see  our boys have lots of orgasms in
our films."
My face dropped; no more  cumming until Friday!
"Don't sulk; you know it  makes for sexier films when your balls are fully
charged and you have a big  orgasm the first couple of times, right?"
"I suppose so, but I don't  have to be happy about it!"
They both laughed and  Parfait hugged me.
"And don't forget you've cum  5 times already today for the clients so
Claude informed me, so that should hold  you for a bit. Did you cum with Bob
too?"
I blushed  again.
"Er no, my balls were empty,  but I er, enjoyed Bob fucking my arsehole
even if my cock didn't get hard and I  didn't have an orgasm."
"Well there you go; you're  becoming a real little sex-pig I'm pleased to
say. Now go and get the tablet,  we'll wait for you in the kitchen."
I went and got the tablet  and Parfait watched as I took it; then the three
of us had a group hug and a  brief snog and they left. Part of me was
disappointed that I wouldn't be  performing again in front of the webcams, but a
bigger part of me was looking  forwards to the weekend. The lack of orgasms
I could cope with too; I knew I'd  cum loads of times while we were filming.
It was a lovely hot afternoon so I  texted my Mom to say that I'd be home
early evening and then I went upstairs and  changed into a pair of Speedos to
contain the buttplug, a pair of skimpy shorts  and put on my trainers. I
picked up a T-shirt for later when it went cooler,  then got my bike out and
rode to the local park. There were some local lads I  knew playing football
and I joined in. All but a couple of the fatter lads were  dressed like me in
just shorts and trainers, they were all about my age give or  take a year
or two and some of them were really sexy. And I was able to perv  them
knowing I wouldn't get an erection and embarrass myself.
The oldest of the lads,  Mark, lived near me in a block of flats at the end
of my street, he was a couple  of years older than most of us and at Uni.
He always seemed to hang around with  lads younger than himself. He was
handsome, almost pretty, with long blonde hair  (in a ponytail) and blue eyes; at
5 ft 10 he had a fit swimmer's build and a  hairless body with big brown
nipples that were prominent. Although he was blonde  he tanned easily and
never seemed to get sunburnt. Mom said his Dad was Finnish,  but his parents
were divorced and he lived alone with his Mom. His tightish  white nylon shorts
showed a big bulge and whenever he caught me eyeing him up  and down he'd
smile at me which caused me to blush; I began to wonder if he was  into gay
sex.
It felt so sexy when the  buttplug jiggled about inside my arsehole at
first but then it got a bit  uncomfortable and put me off my game so I decided
not to do it again. When we  finished playing Mark walked off with his arm
around the shoulders of an  attractive young lad about my height who I'd only
seen once before and hardly  knew. The lad was Anglo-Indian, 15 years old
and called Dev, that was all I  knew. He had a smooth, slim, lithe, hairless
body with tiny dark brown nipples  and a flat behind, and he had a faint line
of hair on his upper lip. I couldn't  see his bulge, he was wearing very
baggy cargo shorts, but he was continually  playing pocket-billiards! Before
they left Mark had made a point of coming over  and saying goodbye to me
while shaking my hand firmly and holding onto it longer  than necessary. I
cycled home and had some supper; dropping it out to my parents  that I'd be away
for the weekend again, they didn't seem to mind, they just told  me to
behave myself. Then I went to my room and logged onto my computer and  played
games until I started yawning. When I got ready for bed I decided to  leave the
buttplug in my arsehole until tomorrow. As I lay down images of  Claude's
immense cock flashed through my mind and I drifted off to sleep with a  smile
on my face.
I awoke at 10:00 to another lovely warm sunny day. After my  ablutions,
which included washing myself out, I decided to put the buttplug back  in, it
felt sexy even though I couldn't get an erection. If I decided to go and
play football thought I'd take it out. I put on my shorts and trainers from
yesterday, but no Speedos, and went downstairs and had some breakfast. After
breakfast I cleared up and did a couple of chores around the house. All the
bending and stretching made the buttplug move around in my arsehole sending
 shivers of pleasure through my body. When I'd finished it was almost
midday and I was deciding what to do for the  afternoon when the doorbell rang. I
answered it to find Dai on the doorstep; he  was wearing a pair of brief
white cotton shorts, trainers and a tight white  singlet (wife beater). He
groped himself and smiled broadly at me before he  spoke.
"Morning Paul, I've bought  you your two extra tablets; Parfait told me to
see that you take one now in  front of me. Okay?"
"Yeah, you'd better come  in."
I led him into the kitchen  and drew a glass of water, as I turned to take
the proffered tablet from Dai's  outstretched hand I noticed that he was
still groping what was an obvious  hard-on and he had a sexy glint in his eye.
Where's this going I wondered to  myself as I took the tablet off him and
swallowed it. Dai handed me the other  tablet and the protein drink which I
put in the fridge.
"What are you doing today  then Paul?"
"I hadn't made my mind  up yet. Why?"
"Well, I know you can't get  a hard-on, but how do you fancy a fuck? Bob's
told me all about yesterday and he  says what a great boycunt you've got. I
never tossed my morning woody off so I'm  really up for a good fuck."
I leered at him and  wordlessly started to strip off, as did Dai. What a
great day this was turning  out to be I thought; getting fucked even though I
couldn't cum still felt great.  We were both naked in seconds and I could
see that Dai's very thick cock was  stiff and straining.
"How do you feel about me  filming this Paul?"
"I'm okay with it, knowing  I'm on camera makes me feel sexier."
So Dai set up a mini-cam on  a work-top, one on the floor and focussed them
onto the end of the table; then  he pulled me to him and we snogged while
groping each other's buttocks. Dai soon  found the buttplug and began
twisting and turning it. After several minutes Dai  broke apart.
"I didn't expect you to  still have the dildo up your arsehole Paul, you'd
better go and remove it and  clean yourself."
"No need to Dai, I shoved it  back in after I cleaned myself out, it feels
so sexy even if I can't get a  hard-on."
Dai chuckled and playfully  pinched my nipples.
"That's okay then; now suck  on my cock first, get my juices flowing."
I immediately dropped to my  knees and, holding it around the base, I took
his very thick 6 inch cock into my  mouth and started to work on it while I
squeezed and fondled his balls with my  other hand. Dai put his hands on my
head and was soon moaning with pleasure.  Within a couple of minutes Dai's
precum started to trickle down my throat. Dai  lifted me off his cock and I
stood up.
"Lean on the table Paul, I  want to eat out your boycunt!"
I didn't need telling twice;  I bent over the table, put my head on my
folded arms, straddled my legs and  pushed my bum up in the air. After yanking
the buttplug out of my arsehole,  causing me to yelp, Dai sucked it a couple
of times and then placed it on the  table. Then he parted my buttocks and
ran his tongue up and down my arse-crack a  few times before tonguing my
pucker. I tried to relax and Dai veed his tongue  and managed to force the tip
inside my arsehole, it felt so good I whimpered  with pleasure. A few minutes
later Dai forced a finger into my arsehole after  withdrawing his tongue.
Seconds later he introduced a second finger and  concentrated on stretching my
sphincter. I was getting worked up when the  doorbell rang again. Dai eased
his fingers from my  arsehole.
"Stay there Paul, don't  move, that'll be Sean, he arranged to meet me
here for a lift back. Oh, you  won't mind Sean joining us for sex will you?"
I looked over my shoulder  and leered at him.
"On the contrary, now I can  suck a cock off while I'm being fucked; and
then I hope you can swap over so  that I can eat two loads of spunk and have
two loads fucked into my  arsehole."
Dai gave a filthy  laugh.
"You ARE a dirty little  bugger, and yes, I'm sure Sean and I can cum
twice while we have sex with  you!"
As Sean followed Dai  back into the kitchen he'd already pulled his T-shirt
off and was unbuckling his  well-worn Levi cut-offs which he stepped out of
as he kicked off his trainers.  He leered at my exposed arsehole and I saw
his half-hard cock thicken as it  stiffened. He walked over and stroked my
buttocks with one hand while he played  with his stiffening cock.
"Monsieur Dumas suggested  that you keep your sphincter loose ready for
Friday, and what better way is  there than us fucking your arsehole? Dai told
me what's going on when he let me  in, so move back until you're just
gripping the edge of the table and I'll get  in-between your arms so that you can
suck me off."
I did as Sean suggested and  he ducked down and came up between my arms. He
straddled slightly and his cock  was in front of my mouth. I opened wide
and he guided his now hard 8 inch cock  into my mouth, stopping when he'd got
his massively flared knob and about an  inch of cock-shaft inside. Sean
pulled his loose foreskin back and I set about  his knob immediately. While this
was going on Dai gobbed on my pucker a couple  of times before inserting
one, two, then three fingers into my arsehole and  continued stretching my
sphincter. Sean began to leak precum which I eagerly  swallowed.
"Is your arsehole loose  enough for my cock Paul?"
I lifted off Sean's cock  just long enough to gasp:
"Fuck  yes!"
As I took Sean's cock back  into my mouth I felt Dai place his torpedo
shaped knob against my pucker; I  relaxed, and then I gasped around Sean's
throbbing cock as Dai rammed his very  thick, 6 inch cock home, not stopping
until his balls bounced against my  lily-white buttocks. Dai grabbed my hips and
started to fuck my arsehole at a  strong, steady pace. It felt great to
have a real live cock fucking my arsehole  again and to have a hard, throbbing
cock to suck on. I moaned softly while I  worked on Sean's cock,
concentrating on his massively flared knob. Soft moans  and groans filled the air and I
was soon sweating as were the other two guys.  Sean took hold of my ears
and gently pulled my head back and forth so that he  was fucking my mouth with
inch long strokes. Then Sean's grip tightened and he  gasped through
clenched teeth.
"Get ready, I'm gonna  cum!"
His hips bucked and warm  spunk started to flood my mouth. I started to
swallow Sean's great tasting spunk  immediately; no way was I going to hold it
in my mouth to show him later. Sean  had shot a couple of ropes when Dai
clenched my hips, thrust his thick cock as  far up my arsehole as he could and
gasped.
"Fuck yeah! I'm gonna to  fill your tight little arsehole full of my spunk
while Sean fills your mouth  with his!"
And I felt blast after blast  of Dai's spunk splattering against my colon
walls, heaven. When they'd both  finished cumming I expected them to rest but
no, Sean pulled his still hard cock  from my mouth and changed places with
Dai. I almost screamed when Sean's  massively flared knob broke through my
sphincter, but by now Dai was between my  arms and he pulled my head down and
fed me his softening cock. As I began to  suck on it Dai's thick cock
quickly began to engorge once more. I could hear  Sean's cock squelching up and
down my arsehole as he started to slowly fuck it.  His massively flared knob
rubbed across my prostate; and although my cock  wouldn't stiffen I felt a
dribbly sensation and knew that I was producing  precum. Dai's cock tasted
great, a mixture of my body juices, spunk, post-cum  and then precum again,
and I swallowed it all with relish. Sean leaned over my  back and cupped my
shoulders as he thrust his cock all the way up my arsehole  then pulled back
until just his massively flared knob was left inside. As he  continued
steadily fucking my arsehole I felt Dai's spunk start to seep from my  arsehole
and trickle down my legs.
After 10 minutes or so,  although both lads had only recently cum, I knew
that another orgasm was  imminent when their breathing became laboured. I
knew that I couldn't cum, let  alone get a hard-on, but I still loved having my
arsehole fucked by Sean's 8  inch cock and my mouth full of Dai's very
thick, precum leaking cock to suck on.  Dai took hold of my head and I held
still as he proceeded to fuck my mouth with  2 inch strokes. Sean had speeded
up his fuck rate as his second orgasm  approached and my prostate was getting
a real pounding from his flared knob as  his cock ploughed up and down my
arsehole. Shudders ran through my thin young  body as I concentrated on
sucking Dai's cock while spasming my prostate around  Sean's throbbing
cock-shaft. Then Sean rammed his cock home and  gasped.
"Here it comes you dirty  little sex-pig, take my load!"
I felt Sean's cock throb and  expand and then his spunk started to splatter
against my colon walls. Sean shot  about 5 times before half collapsing on
my back. And then Dai's grip on my head  tightened and he started to shoot
rope after rope of spunk into my mouth which I  eagerly swallowed as I sucked
hard on his knob. When Dai finished cumming he  leaned back against the
table and his softening cock dropped out of my mouth.  Wordlessly he passed
Sean the buttplug and as Sean yanked his softening cock  from my arsehole he
rammed the buttplug home in its place. My sphincter soon  closed around the
narrow bit. We untangled ourselves and I noticed a small pool  of my precum on
the floor. Then, while Dai and I snogged, Sean licked up all of  the spunk
he could find in my arse-crack and off the backs of my legs. When he'd
finished he stood up and we embraced and snogged while Dai turned off the
mini-cams and began dressing. I broke away.
"Don't you guys want to  shower?"
Sean chuckled as he started  dressing.
"No, we've got a session  lined up for later back at the house and the
client likes to see us after-sex  dirty; he's been watching what's been
happening via the mini-cams. When we get  back he wants to see us fucked for a
long time by Parfait, Fabrice, Claude and  Farid before we actually orgasm
again; and after this session that should take a  long, long time!"
"Who's  Farid?"
Dai answered  me.
"He's a Moroccan guy, one of  our film making group, his name means unique
or unrivalled. He's about the same  size and shape as Parfait, but a little
thinner, and he has a cock as big as  Fabrice's. I bet you'll like him,
and he's going to be in the film you're acting  in on the weekend."
"Who else is going to be in  the film?"
This time Sean answered  me.
"You'll have to wait and  see, but I can promise you that you won't be
disappointed, your arsehole will be  well and truly fucked!"
A shiver of excitement ran  through me, I couldn't wait for Friday to
arrive. We snogged again and then the  guys left. I felt tired, but after I'd
showered I felt wide awake, so I dressed  again and cycled to the park. I'd
still got the buttplug up my arsehole which  made me feel sexy and I was sure I
could feel Sean and Dai's spunk sloshing  around inside my arsehole. I wasn'
t going to play football because of the  buttplug, but I could watch and
perv the guys, especially Mark and his young  mate. However when I got to the
football pitches the lads had just finished  playing and were going home. I
couldn't see Mark or Dev so I cycled around for a  bit and then went home
and did some studying on my computer. Our form master had  given us some
college related homework to do if we wanted to, so, being diligent  I gave it a
go. I worked until my parents got home, then we had a meal and I  casually
reminded them that I was going away for the weekend again, they seemed
totally disinterested. I went to bed early, I couldn't stop yawning, all the
fucking had tired me out.
When I got up on Thursday  morning (late) there was a text message from
Parfait reminding me to take the  tablet and to play with my arsehole to loosen
it up ready for Friday, and  telling me that he'd pick me up in the
mini-market car-park at the corner of my  street at 1:00 p.m. After, when I logged
on to my computer to check my emails,  Sean imailed me. We chatted for ages
and I told him all about Mark and his young  friend Dev. Sean suggested
that after the weekend's filming I should get in  touch with Mark and arrange a
meeting between the four of us so that he could  suss Mark and Dev out and
I tentatively agreed. I did my ablutions after  removing the buttplug and
dressed in shorts and trainers before going to eat and  take the tablet. I didn
't put the buttplug back in, I was hoping to play  football and it would
have been uncomfortable and maybe noticeable. Then, after  completing some
chores, I stuck a T-shirt, my mobile and a bottle of water into  my tote bag,
got my bike out and headed for the park. There were a gang of lads  I knew
just about to start a game of football so I joined them. Mark and Dev  were
nowhere in sight, and when I casually asked one of the lads where Mark and
Dev were he told me he wasn't sure but he thought Mark was taking Dev to the
cinema.
After the game finished  several of us went to the chippy for something to
eat and then we went to watch  TV at one of their houses, he had just been
given the Fawlty Towers DVD  collection for his birthday. By the time we'd
watched three episodes it was time  to go home. After dinner I went up to my
room after cleaning my arsehole out in  the bathroom. I found a free gay porn
site and while I watched movie clips I  worked various sized dildos in and
out of my arsehole. At midnight my Dad called out for me to go to bed, so I
inserted a fairly large buttplug in my arsehole and got into bed. I didn't
think  I'd sleep but I soon dropped off and dreamt of being gang-banged by a
load of  men and lads.

End of part four; I hope you enjoyed it.

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