Date: Thu, 22 Oct 1998 02:22:11 -0400
From: Jamie Anderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: Ole George's tale IV

                     This is the boring prefix.

This story is fiction and contains quite explicitly described sex
scenes between males. Should this offend you may I point out that
sticking your finger down your throat is a much cheaper and more
effective alternative 

For those of you who are underage and reading this; well at least if
you are busy reading in here then you are not hacking the Pentagon's
computers and starting a nuclear war."

Comments and criticism are welcomed at the Email address mentioned.
Flames however will incur the "Curse of the Internet" which causes
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                             The Party.

Two things woke me. First was a full bladder the other was Ole George
lying on the outside of John's buns, but wanting to be on the inside.
It was strange waking and finding myself in bed with someone who was
not a one-night stand. John was curled into a ball and I was curled
round him. I reached round heading for his groin. There was too much
fur there, then it moved and stretched.

"Bloody hell! That flea-bag Tinker is in the bed", I said.

Two paws, claws retracted, grabbed my hand and a set of teeth gave me
a friendly nip. Instantly Tinker washed my fingers, showing that it
was all in fun and he began purring.

John also stretched and rolled over grabbing Ole George in the
process.

"Let him alone. First I gotta take a pee", I said trying to get his
hands off.

"It's mine", he growled.

Shit my memory must be going. I should have tried to slip out quietly
without waking him.

John scooted down the bed and got ready to slide Ole George into his
mouth..

"Ready?" he asked.

"Hey, I can't just start doing that in bed", I spluttered.

"I'll bet you can", he answered. He put Ole George in that nice warm
mouth of his and just held him there. Then he pressed quite hard on my
lower belly midway between my navel and my bush. The need to go became
very urgent. I tried but I couldn't. He gave me a short sharp jab on
the same spot and Ole George began to flow. John must have paid
attention to his anatomy lessons.

 I was still not used to the feeling of it being sucked out of me. I
quite enjoyed it but I wouldn't ask someone to do it to me, if you
know what I mean. Ole George on the other hand found nothing wrong
with it and showed his appreciation in his usual method. This made the
last bit quite difficult.

When I was finished and he was quietly giving Ole George a blowjob I
asked him why he liked it.

"It feels like someone was cuming in your mouth forever. Next time
though, will you do something for me?" he asked.

"That depends on what it is", I said. I've been caught before giving
blind promises.

"Next time", he began slyly, "you make me take it instead of me having
to ask for it. OK?" he asked.

I thought about this for a moment then nodded. If it made him happy
and it harmed no one I might as well do it.

"Can I fuck you?" he asked.

"When you can hold me down long enough", I replied.

"Are you going to fuck me", he asked.

How, I ask you, can any sane man lie there with my raging erection in
his hand and wonder if he is going to get fucked with it? I was lying
on my back feeling lazy. Ole George was pointing to the ceiling and
looking for somewhere to hide. 

"Go sit on Ole George and we'll play buckin' broncos", I said with a
dirty grin.

He looked at me quizzically.

"You straddle me."

He did.

"Now sit down on Ole George"

With remarkable ease, and only spit as lubrication, he slowly slid
down the full length of Ole George, who was happy to be home again and
showed it by twitching.

"Now what?" he asked.

"Now you try to stay on, while I try to buck you off", I said with a
grin.

I gave an experimental buck with my hips. He shot about six inched
into the air then his buns were pressed hard into my groin again as he
fell back. Ole George likes this game but can never play it for very
long as he is inclined to get over excited, if you follow my drift.

John looked startled.

"You wrap your legs under me to hold on", I volunteered.

Once he had a firm grip the game began for real. I bucked my hips this
way and that. He was thrown into the air and bounced around. Ole
George was having a field day. You see there is no steady rhythm to
this kind of fuck. The guy who is on top is forever fighting for
balance and the guy underneath is calling the shots. After quite a
short time the guy on the bottom can usually tell just how hard he can
buck without suffering from what is known as the trade as "fall-out".

John soon got the idea and was whooping like a cowboy. But as I said,
Ole George never lasts too long and all too soon I was gripping John's
hips while Ole George did his business up inside John's belly.

I spat on my hand, grabbed John's cock and jacked him off. He sprayed
cum all over my chest and face. An action that stimulated Ole George
who pumped the dregs from my balls and deposited them in John. 

This is a fun way to start a Sunday and put me in good mood for most
of the day.       

Breakfast over I made John get dressed and we went for a walk. Tinker
was the first cat that I have ever seen who would go for a walk with
you. Mind you he got fed up about half way so he jumped onto my
shoulder and spent the remainder of the journey riding in comfort.

When we got home the phone started ringing. I picked it up and rattled
off my number.

"Ah Nick, got any plans for lunch today?" asked the plumy voice of Big
Al.

"Well not exactly but..."

Al cut me off by saying, "Good. You see Little Al had made a large
brunch and some people have called off. I'm frantically phoning round
so I don't have to eat leftovers for a week."

By way of explanation I should tell you that Big Al and Little Al are
a gay couple. They have been together since Adam was a lad.  Little Al
is the housewife type and keeps the home. Big Al earns enough to keep
them both in a large house. His actual profession will become relevant
later in our tale, so I'll leave the telling of it until then.

"Actually I have someone with me..." I said.

Al again cut me off, "Oh bring him along too, old chap. That'll make
up the numbers nicely, and you can get rid of him if someone else
picks him up"

"Er, it's not quite like that", I said.

"Oh he's straight?" asked Al.

"No", I answered evasively.

"Well why can't he come along.... Oh Nick. You haven't finally got
yourself a boyfriend, Have you?" there was a laugh in his voice.

I made some strangled sounds.

"Well bring him along a bit early and we can both look him over for
you", said Al trapping me.

I put my hand over the microphone and asked John, "Ever been to a gay
party?"

He shook his head.

"Want to go to one?" I asked.

He nodded eagerly.

I sighed, removed my hand and said, "Ok we'll be there. Is it casual
or formal?"

"Oh casual dear boy, just come as you are", said Al.

"OK when do you want us?" I asked.

"Come right over and well see if we can give your boyfriend our seal
of approval", he concluded.

"Ok we are on our way", I said as I hung up.

The two Als are a nice pair of old queens, but they are matchmakers.
They have the idea that, since they are happily married, every gay guy
should settle down. The number of "perfect" partners that they have
found for me must be well into double figures.  True they know my
physical tastes, but the guys were all like me, footloose and
fancy-free.

I went to tart myself up a bit, John would just have to go in the
clothes he had. As I changed I told John how to behave at a gay party
and warned him about venturing upstairs with one of the other guests
would lead to sex. Then removing his hands from my crotch, yes Ole
George does look good when I wear tight jeans, we set off in the car.

We arrived obviously well ahead of the pack, as there were no cars in
the driveway. Our hosts were at the door to greet us. I introduced
John to them both.

We all went in and got drinks. Big Al took me to one side and said,
"He's a bit young, isn't he?"

"Well he is eighteen and very willing", I replied.

"It is only legal if he is over twenty-one", reminded Big Al.

As it was totally illegal when I started I have never really bothered
about the law, so I just shrugged.

"But if his parents find out, there could be serious trouble with the
law", pointed out Big Al.

"I've met his mother. She knows he is gay and having it off with me,
but she doesn't seem to mind", I answered watching Al's eyebrows make
a lunge for his receding hairline.

"I haven't met his father yet, but I assume that if it is OK with the
mother, the father will go along too", I said.

"Ah the mother rules the roost", he said.

"Well let us just say that she is a bit of a witch", I grinned as I
said it, and he got the wrong joke.

We rejoined the others and chatted in general for a while. After a
bit, Big Al took John off to look over the house. Little Al is a good
bit younger and has met Ole George on more than one occasion. Judging
by the looks I was getting, Al wanted to meet him again. I allowed
myself to be dragged off into the library, with a high ceiling, lots
of bookshelves and narrow windows. The sound of the key turning in the
lock behind me confirmed my suspicions.

Al had my fly open and Ole George out in a flash. Using his mouth he
brought Ole George to the peak of perfection in record time. Then he
went to the library table and pulled open the drawer. The library must
be Al's favourite playroom if he keeps his lubricant so handy. As soon
as he had got Ole George all ready he pulled his jeans down to his
ankles turned round and bent over the library table.

Little Al has one good point, a delightfully round ass that just begs
to be fucked. I spread his cheeks and lubed him up. I then pushed Ole
George's head up against his ring and pushed watching his ring dilate
to accept the intruder. 

"Any preferences?" I asked.

"Slow and deep, we have the time", he replied.

So with great deliberation I sank Ole George deep into Al. He groaned
slightly when the wide bit at the base opened him up. I waited letting
Ole Gorge and Al's ass get used to each other, then I started to fuck
him. Following his wishes I pulled back gradually until Ole George was
just touching his ring then at the same speed slid him back in.

"Oh yes", said Al appreciatively and wiggled his ass, much to the
delight of Ole George.

 So for about five minutes I let Ole George slowly dilate Al's ass. I
was just enjoying the feeling, not really thinking, when the little
light bulb lit above my head.

"Why have we got loads of time", I asked.

"Because that little love of yours and that big butch husband of mine
are doing roughly the same as we are upstairs in our bedroom", he was
giggling as he said it.

"You pair of bastards", I said.

I pinned Al to the table and began to fuck him hard and fast. I wasn't
really angry, I just like fucking hard and I had been given a good
excuse. Al yelped a bit, but made no move to escape. 

"Jack yourself off", I growled in his ear. He was quick to comply.

"Make yourself cum". I ordered. He must have been close to the edge
because the words did it.

The thought of Al cuming to order and the sensation of being inside
him when it happened was too much. Ole George started filling Al up
and I thumped Ole Gorge home, time and again, until my balls were dry.

Fortunately Al lets you have your cock back when you have cum. So we
were soon cleaning up with some tissues that also seemed to live it
the same drawer as the lubricant.

"My, my", he said, "you are an animal when you are roused", he said
appreciatively 

Dressed and decent we returned to the lounge, where we found we were
running ahead of time. So I nipped off to the downstairs toilet and
washed Ole George. Eventually the other pair arrived. John looking
guilty and Big Al looking like the cat that got the cream.

Now for this next bit timing was critical. I waited until we all had
fresh drinks. Big Al raise the glass to his lips and just before he
could drink I said, "I really surprised that you screwed John" 

"Why not my dear boy, you were no doubt up to the short hairs in my
boyfriend at the same time", he said going to take a sip of his white
wine.

Just as he had a mouthful of wine I said, "What with John being a
first year medical student, and all that."

It was a good job that it was white wine, the red stuff makes a hell
of a stain on a light coloured carpet, because Al sprayed it liberally
around.

Little Al rolled into a hysterical ball of laughter on the settee
while John looked at me questioningly.

"Al, the one with the bright red face, is a professor of cardiology at
one of the better teaching hospitals in London. Fortunately not the
one that you attend", the look of relief that these closing words
brought to Al's face, took the sting out of the situation.

"You might have warned me", he said.

"Had you but asked me before you had your wicked way with him, I would
have", I said sweetly.

We made small talk until the others arrived. They were the usual
assortment of middle class gays.

When we had a moment alone I said to John, "I did warn you about going
upstairs"

"Yes with guests, not the host, I thought I was safe with him", he
replied.

"Safe? With Big Al? You would be safer with a live tiger. But was it
fun?" I asked.

"Well he was very kind and gentle, not like Max last night, always
groping. In fact I didn't realise he was serious until he was rimming
me", he said.

I rolled my eyes.

"Well he just seemed to be playing around, wanting to see me naked,
that sort of thing. I now know why he is called Big Al", he snickered.

"If you can take Ole George, you can take him easily", I said.

John nodded. "He fucks so gently and he cums a lot"

"I think getting inside a teenager might have something to do with
it", I offered. 

He nodded, then we got interrupted by Little Al desperate to show John
off to some old queen.

Just before the buffet opened I had an urge to go. Remembering my
promise I waited until John was not talking to anyone and told him to
follow me at a discrete distance. Then I went to the library, entered,
shut the door and stood behind it.

A few seconds later he walked in and was surprised by the fact that I
did not seem to be in the room. I silently closed the door and noisily
locked it. John jumped and turned round to face me. Slowly I unzipped
my fly and pulled out a limp cock. With my free hand I forced John to
his knees. Holding Ole George about half was down the shaft I pulled
the foreskin back slightly and touched the naked head against John's
lips. There was fear in John's eyes. He wasn't sure if we were playing
a game or being serious.

"Drink", it was a command.

His lips opened and accepted the first inch of Ole George. I turned
Ole George into a hose pipe and let John have the works. Greedily he
began sucking and kept on till I was dry. It must have excited him
because he then blew me making Ole George fill his mouth again, this
time with a more viscous fluid.

We tried to appear casual as we rejoined the rest. Some other had
arrived, one of them, Ronnie, cornered me.

Now I had better put my cards on the table here and state that I do
not like Ronnie and generally try to avoid him. The reason is, he is a
slime ball of a chicken queen and gives us all a bad name. Given the
fact that I was screwing a teenager rigid may cause some of you to see
this as hypocrisy, but John is old enough to know what the game is and
is a willing player. Ronnie likes them too young to know what is
happening to them.

"I saw you with the blond, kid. What's his name", he asked wasting no
words.

"His name is John. Why do you ask", I countered.

"I'm going to have him", was the stunning reply.

This riled me slightly. Not just the fact that he was after my
boyfriend, but the idea that John had no say in the matter.

"He's a little old for your tastes, isn't he", I said sweetly, holding
my temper in check.

"What do you mean?" he said in a slightly ugly voice.

"Well he has got hair round his cock", I said.

"You bastard", he said in a controlled voice. "Is he with someone? Who
brought him here?"

"He is my boyfriend and he will be leaving with me", I said flatly.

Ronnie laughed. "Who are you trying to fool? You could never pull a
cute looking kid like that in a million years, never mind have him as
a boyfriend." Then we were interrupted by another couple and drifted
apart.

While Ronnie was held in conversation I nodded to John to get into the
kitchen. 

"The lad in the red sweater, Ronnie, fancies his chances at picking
you up. He doesn't believe we are together and is going to make a play
for you. Going on passed form he will not try to get you alone here,
he'll try to get you to go home with him", I told him quickly.

He giggled.

I left and shortly after that I saw Ronnie in a corner chatting up
John who was looking up at him in what appeared to be blind
admiration. I grinned and began to circulate.

"Ah Nick", said Big Al, tapping me on the shoulder, "You do know
Digby, here, don't you? 

I turned to look down at Digby. He is a short rotund lad. A bit older
than me but usually a very cheerful and jolly chap. But today the
unfortunate man looked quite stressed. 

"Yes", I said, "What's the problem?

"Well you do something about computer rooms don't you", Al said in
that vague way people have.

I nodded and Big Al drifted off leaving me with poor Digby. 

"Why the long face Diggers. I heard that you got a nice promotion the
other month, head of department no less", I said, sipping my orange
juice.

"That's the problem old boy. The bastard who had the job before me has
dropped me right in it, then buggered off back to the States. You see
he made a contract with a big company to set up a computer for us. The
trouble is, they see this as a small order and just sort of ignored
the deadline. The fool never put any penalty clauses in and I'm left
with it", 

My ears picked up. If you run a one-man business you are always at
work. "Well it is hardly your fault is it. Can't you drop the blame on
his departed shoulders?" I asked.

"Not really old boy. You know what my American masters are like, they
will see it as me fumbling the ball. Al said you might be of some
help", he said sounding just slightly hopeful towards the end.

I swiftly got all the essential facts out of Digby. This might be
small cheese for a big company but it was big enough to make me drool.
Added to the fact that if we pulled this one off there would be a
series of other computer rooms being built the length and breadth of
the country. I could make a bomb out of this. I told him to telex me
all the details and I promised to have the complete plans in his hand
by Tuesday lunch time at the latest.  He brightened up considerably at
this.

"Well if I can go into that meeting on Tuesday afternoon with it all
in my hands I'm home safe and dry. And I promise you that I'll move
heaven and earth to see you get a contract for the rest", he said
beaming.

"Diggers, Do that and I'll let you take the virginity of my first
born", I said grinning.

"But you're gay", he said.

"Nitpicker", said I as a parting shot.

I spent some time chatting to my friends, most of which were in shock
from the idea that I might at last have found a partner. Several of
them commented on how Ronnie was monopolising the lad and seemed to be
trying to seduce him. I smiled and nodded.

The party was beginning to wane when I fetched our coats. Then I
walked into the lounge where everyone was and Ronnie still had poor
John cornered and snapped my fingers. There was a deathly silence. I
looked at John and said, "Time to go"

John smiled sweetly at Ronnie, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Gotta
go" then walked over and let me help him into his coat. There was
suppressed snickering all round and Ronnie's face matched the red of
his sweater.

We thanked our hosts on the way out. Big Al could hardly stop
laughing. "Nick, you are impossible", he said.

John snuggled up to me in the car and said, "Shit what a boring fart
Ronnie was. He could talk of nothing but how good he was in bed. Oh
can we stop at my house to pick up my things for school tomorrow. If
you'll drive me to school that is?"

"Yes and yes, but get your hands of Ole George, this is a busy road
and I need to concentrate on my driving", I replied.

He ignored me.

"Your mother thinks that we are lovers. Please stop licking me there",
I said as his tongue flicked up and down the slit of my cock.

"If she says it, then it must be true. How about if I lick you here?"
he said retracting the foreskin and running his tongue round the edge
of Ole George's head, "Al taught me that."

I whimpered for a while then noticed the sign for a parking area up
ahead. All I had to do was control the vehicle until we got there.
John, for his part, tried to make me shoot before we made it. I won
and we screamed to a stop in the most distant part of the parking
area. I clamped his head with my hands and held him there while Ole
George poured my load into his mouth.

We got Ole George to go back to sleep and stuffed back into my rather
tight jeans so that we could continue our journey. When we arrived at
his house I was all for staying in the car while he changed.

"You had better come in, mother is waiting for you", he said in a
resigned sort of way.

Reluctantly I followed him in and went to sit in the lounge while he
shot upstairs to change and get his school things. Cedric was on my
knee almost before I was seated. I began to stroke him and he began
his impression of a diesel engine with a badly adjusted idle speed. 

"He really likes you, you know", said Mandy. She was wiping her hands
on a towel so I assumed that she had entered from the kitchen.

"How do you tell his growl from his purr?" I asked.

"Oh that is his purr. His growl can be heard two streets away", she
said smiling. "So Tinker has settled in nicely", this was not phrased
as a question, it was a comment.

"Er, yes. You already know his name?" I asked.

"A simpler task than you may imagine, Nicholas. I do know my son's
sense of humour", she said.

"I was told that he is there for my protection", I said grabbing the
bull by the horns.

"You would prefer a Rottweiler, or something of that ilk?", she asked.

"Well a little cat is not really a lot of use in an emergency, is
it?", I replied.

"How can I put it", she began. "The cat is not there for your physical
protection, he is a charm. All he can do is... well give your luck a
nudge in the right direction", she said.

"Luck?", I asked. 

"Not luck as you currently think of it. Let me give you an example. As
you know I placed a charm on Johnstone when he was born. Eighteen or
so years later he began to study medicine. Within a short period, and
with no good sound logical reason, he ends up in the bed of someone
who is at the top of the tree in medicine. This will do his fledgling
career no harm", she explained.

In the silence that followed there was an audible click, it was the
sound of my jaw dropping. 

"Look Nicholas if I need to, I know what my son is doing at any time.
Don't worry I never pry. It just that sometimes it is better if I know
what is going on", she concluded.

"Oh my God", I said slightly surprised that my voice was working and
fearing that the end was nigh. "So you know what happened last
night...", my voice failed again as the full horror of the situation
sunk in.

"Last night was of no relevance, but what you did this afternoon was",
she said.

I racked my brains for the thing that I had done this afternoon that
was freakier than what had gone on the night before. By confusion must
have shown on my face because she spoke again.

"The very last thing I said to you, was to warn you not to insult
someone at a party. So the very next party you went to you grabbed
poor Ronnie and rubbed his nose right in it. You made him very angry
indeed", she said.

"He was asking for it and had it coming to him", I growled.

"Oh you are quite correct. He was asking for it and he most certainly
has got it coming to him, but you are not the one to give it to him.
Ah well what is done is done. Don't worry Tinker will protect you.",
she said.

"Is there anything that I can do?" I asked.

She smiled. "So you want advice?" she asked, "But will you follow it?
I really doubt it. But for what it is worth her it is; go with the way
your luck is running. Never push it because it only makes things
worse."

I nodded dumbly, wishing she would make sense occasionally.

She sighed. "I 
shall miss Johnstone when he leaves".

"He is moving out?" I asked.

"Well he will be living with you."

This point had not occurred to me. Sharing my life was something that
I had never done as an adult. But she had just told me go with my luck
so I said, "Is he packing now?"

"No, not yet. It would make things very difficult if he moved in with
you now. But don't worry it will be soon", about here John arrived,
changed and with his school things.

"Ready?" he inquired after giving his mother a peck on the check.

Was I ever ready.  This woman would put the wind up anyone. She
appeared to know all the debauchery that her son had been up to while
he was with me and she didn't seem to care. But the fact that I had
made a fool of some asshole of a chicken queen worried her. We made
our goodbyes and left.

"Did she tell you off for what you did to Ronnie?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Ah don't worry it'll all work out for the best, just you wait and
see.", he said in a carefree way,

"She scares the living shit out of me", I said.

"You'll get used to it after a while", he said snuggling up and
reaching for Ole George.

"Leave him alone, at least until we get home", I said.

"If I do, can we go play downstairs again?", he offered.

"You're perverted", I said.

"True, true, and you are learning", he said grinning. So he just
caressed Ole George from the outside of my jeans. Since they were
tight jeans this caused me some discomfort.

So a short while later we could be found in the dungeon. I adjusted
the frame as John stripped. Once he was securely strapped in I moved
it to the "sitting in the air" position that Andy had used to clean
out the slave.

"What are you going to do to me?" John asked.

"That is for me to know and you to worry about", I growled.

"Are you going to put a butt plug in me?" he squirmed a bit as he
asked.

"You'll find out when it happens", I said 

"Are you going to clean my out?" he asked.

I went to the racks of toys and found a gag. I brought it over and
showed it to John. 

"This is what we use on boys who will not shut up and keep asking
questions", I said, first waving it in front of his face to make sure
he got a good look, then draping it across his arm, just to keep it to
hand.
Fear was back in his eyes and I sort of liked that.

Actually my plans were not to clean him out, well not quite yet. But
last night's little performance had intrigued me. The way the slave
had cum spontaneously, with no stimulation of his cock, just having
his ass played with. I was sure it was within my ability to get John
to do the same.

I stripped off, got a chair and sat on it. Using the small remote
panel I raised John until I was sitting between his wide spread thighs
and staring directly at his hairy navel. I reached over and got a tube
of KY and used it first to grease up Ole George. Although he would not
be used until later in the game I wanted him ready for action.

Next I applied a goodly portion to my middle finger and worked it
through John's ring. With my free hand I began to play with the
external hot spots on his body, everywhere but his teenage cock, and
slowly let the inserted finger work its way round to his internal one.

"Now all the way home you gave me lover's balls. You kept me hot but I
couldn't cum. So to get my own back I'm going to give you lover's
balls. But, since I am basically a nice sort of guy, I'll allow you to
come whenever you want", I said sounding reasonable.

After a short while his cock began bobbing. Then his prostate began to
go hard under the gentle persuasion of my index finger. Other fingers
brushed the inside of his thigh from knee to crotch, scratched the
base of his buns, played with his nuts and rubbed him just behind his
nuts.

Soon he was close to breaking. He was heaving and pulling trying to
get his cock to rub up against something, anything would do, but I had
carefully made sure it could make contact with nothing.

"I gotta cum", he whimpered.

"I told you, you can cum when ever you want", I said sounding
reasonable.

"But can't you just jack me off or blow me?", he begged.

"Nope!  The kid last night didn't need any help, so if he can learn to
do it I reckon you can learn", I said putting an edge on my voice.

"But you've gotta help me cum", there was a sobbing in his voice.

"Look when you let me fasten you into this thing you gave up all your
rights for calling the shots. Until I choose to release you there is
nothing you can do to help yourself. You just have to do as I tell
you. So if you wanna cum, you cum", I said, enjoying myself.

"My nuts hurt, I gotta cum!", he was becoming quite strident. If I
wasn't careful I would take pity on him.

"Well there is one way I could help...", I said in a silky voice.

"What!", he was desperate enough to try anything.

"I could tell you what I'm going to do right after you do cum. That
might push you over the edge", I offered.

"Yes!", he cried.

"OK the instant that you have shot your load I'm going to flip you
over until you are face down and then I'm going round behind you. I'm
going to spread those hairy buns of yours until I can see your ring.
Then I'll pull my foreskin all the way back and push Ole George's head
through your ring. I'll watch your ring get wider and wider as he
disappears up inside you inch by inch until every last millimetre of
him is inside you.  Next..."

 I never got any further. He cried out, his prostate went into spasm
and his cock jumped this way and that spraying my face and chest with
his warm sticky cum. I had done it!

I waited until he had stopped jerking. Removing the chair I went to
the control panel and put him into the perfect position to have his
ass reamed out. Then just as I said I would, I skinned back Ole
George, placed the tip against the puckered ring of his ass and very
slowly pushed. Only this time I really did see Ole George being
swallowed up by his ass and, even better, I could feel it too.

As my partner was firmly restrained, and could do nothing at all, I
had all the time in the world to fuck his ass. Since he had such a
good time playing with Ole George in the car I now returned the
compliment and let Ole George play as long as he wanted. Long strokes,
short strokes, slow, fast, hard, gentle, we did them all. Finally when
Ole George could hold back no longer I spat on my hand reached round
and found John was hard, so I made him cum once more. Then Ole George
got to inject my jism as deep in John's belly as he could reach.
Sexually I was satisfied, however I still had one ace up my sleeve.

"Please leave him in", said John as Ole George began to wilt.

"Oh yes I'm not quite finished in there just yet", I said, sounding as
sinister as I could. I felt John shiver again.

When Ole George was soft enough I once more used him as a hosepipe.
This time I hosed John down on the inside. Actually it was quite a few
seconds before he caught on to what I was doing. But he seemed to
enjoy it.

"God that feels really strange. I'm sort of all swelling up inside",
was his only comment.

When I was finished I managed to withdraw slowly enough, then get him
into the upright position above the drain and not cause a mess. Then
he cleaned himself out. When I released him completely he clung to me
like a frightened child.

"God that was really terrifying. I really was scared. You could have
done anything to me, couldn't you?", he asked breathlessly.

"Yes. You must always be absolutely sure that you can trust someone
when they get you in that thing. Don't ever use it with someone you
don't know very well. You took a hell of a chance with me", I said.

He looked up, grinned impishly and said, "You forget I have a charm on
me."

"Well with this gadget, and some of the people Max brings down here
your charm may have its operational limits tested", I said.

The rest of the night was peaceful. A late supper, a cuddle with
Tinker and John on the settee while we watched the idiot's lantern,
then off to bed early.

As we will, see the idea of an early night was the last sensible idea
I would have for about 24 hours.

To be Continued.