Date: Wed, 22 Sep 1999 06:17:43 -0400
From: Jamie Anderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: The Builders

The Disclaimer.
(Normally skipped by sex mad readers)

What follows is a story which contains, I hope, some graphically
explicit scenes of sex between males.

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As ever all the characters depicted in this story are fictional. So
don't Email me asking to meet them. However, if you happen to know any
them do drop me a line, as I would love to get to know them better.

The Builders.

My name is Jim, Jimmy to my peers and James when I'm in hot water. My
Dad is rich and my Mother is a Bitch. To cut a long story short, the
Bitch left us years ago and I now live quite happily with my Dad.

Now, as soon as you say that your Dad is rich, everyone thinks that you
are a spoiled brat, especially when you are an only child. However Dad
isn't like that. No, I do not have an expensive, two-seater sports car,
I have a quite mundane little VW.

I get pocket money for doing my share of the household chores, but if I
do extra work I get paid at the same rate as the minimum wage. To give
him his due he is not stingy, for example he pays overtime, if I have to
work extra or at the weekends.

But now it is the school holidays and on a bright and sunny Tuesday
morning and I'm "working" for him. This involves lazing around the pool
improving my suntan while I wait for the builders to arrive. Well, Dad
did want that big new car of his and it hardly fits into the garage, so
he decided to have the garage torn down and a new, two car, garage
built. He is away on business; so I being paid to make sure the builders
don't run off with the family silver.

Lying in the sun I let my mind drift back to when I was about 11. This
was the summer when Dad and the Bitch were breaking up. Home was a
living Hell. So I got shipped off for the summer break to her brother's
place, my Uncle Arthur. He was training to be a school teacher, so he
was also on holiday.

He was a good bit younger than her and seemed more like a big brother
than an Uncle. Things started slowly, my butt attracted him, but I was
used to that, adults have a habit of patting cute little butts,
regardless of the owner's gender.

Of an evening we would sit on the sofa together and watch TV. At some
point, even I'm not sure when, his arm went round my shoulder and I
snuggled up against him. I liked this position, he felt so strong and
protective. His hand slid down and began caressing my buns. This is a
big difference from just patting them in passing, and I noticed that my
little cock was getting very hard. Nothing else really happened but this
cosy position on the sofa became our normal way of spending an evening.

Now when you are just a kid and your parents are ripping their marriage,
and your life, apart you become a little unstable. As long as Uncle
Arthur was around me I felt safe. But at night I had my own bed; and it
was there that the nightmares lay in wait for me. I suppose that it was
equally bad for him, being wakened by a kid screaming in terror almost
every night.

Then one night I ended up in his bed hugging him very tightly. His arms
went round me and almost immediately I felt secure. It was warm and
comfortable in his arms. He smelled nice. His hand was working its magic
on my buns. My little cock was hard again. Something was slowly pressing
harder and harder against my thigh. It was his cock, and it wasn't
little.

Without saying a word to each other we both contrived to get his cock
between my legs, right under my little nutsack. It felt right somehow.
It also felt right when I began to move my hips and rubbed my thighs up
and down the length of it. This made the cock twitch and my Uncle sort
of gasped, so I kept on doing it.

"You had better stop that or things will get messy," he whispered, in my
ear.

"Messy?" I asked.

"Please, I should only be doing this sort of thing with a girl, not a
boy," he said, in my ear.

"But it feels nice, don't you like it?" I asked.

He sort of groaned, so I kept on doing it. There was a tension building
and, although I could sense it, I had no idea what was happening. He
began groaning louder, then without any warning he gripped me tightly
and started to thrust his cock between my legs with an intensity that
startled me.

At this point I realised that I had started something that was beyond my
power to stop. This gave me a rush the likes of which I had never
experienced before. My own cock, which was getting quite a lot of
stimulation from all of this, suddenly began to shoot. At first I
thought I was wetting the bed but it was different from peeing, it was
like my very life force was jetting out of my willy.

My thighs clamping on Arthur's cock must have been the straw that broke
the camel's back, because it began bucking wildly and everything down
there became warm and wet. Arthur was grunting now, a sort of animal
grunt, one for every thrust.

The thrusts slowed and stopped. The warm wetness soon became a cold
wetness as we lay clutched together. Arthur disentangled us and got up.
He stripped off and I could see some white goo oozing out of the end of
his cock.

I noticed that he was very hairy down there and the same white goo was
matted in the hair. He helped me out of bed and I found that I had a
clear fluid dripping from my willy. He stripped me and led me off to the
bathroom where we had a shower.

Only after he had changed the sheets and we got into bed naked together
did he say anything. Looking back on it, I must have scared the living
shit out of him. But give him his due, he took the time to teach me
where babies came from. He also told me that what we had done was wrong.
I said that I had liked it. He said that he had liked it too, but people
wouldn't understand. So I suggested that we never tell another soul.
After that he loosened up a bit and began to cuddle me again.

So, after that it was sleeping naked with Uncle. Not only did this stop
the nightmares it broadened my education. For example I discovered that
if I used my body correctly, rubbing it up against him, he could not
stop himself getting hard, and once he was hard, we had fun.

It took about a week to move on from him getting his rocks off between
my legs. I quizzed him about the things girls did and soon I was sitting
between his wide spread thighs jacking him off. Feeling his cock shoot
in my hands was another weird experience. About the third time I did it,
I quite deliberately pointed it at myself. I had been aiming for my
chest but he hit my face as well. Now that was something else again!

Dumbfounded I knelt between those muscular thighs, holding his still
pumping manhood, and felt his seed running slowly down my face and
chest. I could feel it come onto my top lip and a perverse urge to taste
it came over me. Almost of its own volition my tongue slipped out and
mopped it up. It didn't taste either good or bad, but knowing what it
was that I had in my mouth was making my head buzz. I wanted more!

There was a strange look on his face as he watched me collect his spent
seed on my fingers then lick them clean. Eventually there was only a
little left and that was still on the end of his cock, so I lent
forwards and licked it off.

"Noooooo!" he cried.

"Yesssss!" I replied.

The next night I timed things carefully and got the head of his cock in
my mouth just before he began to shoot. I cannot describe the thrill of
feeling him shooting his load directly into my mouth. But I do know that
part of the intensity came from the fact that he didn't really want to
be doing it.

The next night he gave in and taught me how to suck cock properly. A few
days later I made an important sexual discovery. I worked out a way for
us both to suck each other's cocks at the same time. That evening I told
him of my idea, he laughed and told me it was called a 69. As it turned
out a 69 was much more exciting than I had ever imagined.

One night I was just getting into the 69 position when his hands grabbed
my hips and I found that I was being pulled backwards. With his face, he
pushed my buns apart and his stubble gently scratched me. Then his lips
touched my ring, his probing tongue came out and a whole new world
opened up for me.

A finger followed his tongue and after a while it was joined by one of
its mates. It felt strange having something moving around in there, but
it did not feel painful. Eventually I realised that he was using
something to make me slick back there, but it didn't worry me, because I
trusted him and so I let him do as he wished with me.

Actually when he withdrew the fingers I felt empty and asked him to put
them back. He said nothing but laid me face down on the bed. Over my
shoulder I watched him squeeze some clear gel from a tube and wipe it on
his dick. Only then did I work out what my fate was. I was going to be
fucked.

"Now just relax and don't try to stop me," he said, as he lent forwards.

I felt the head of that cock of his slip between my buns. It was not
precisely on target so I moved my butt until it was pressing directly on
my back door.

"That's a good lad," he said.

I felt the bed sag as he placed a hand on each side of my shoulder and
took his weight on to them. His initial thrust was surprisingly gentle,
but quite effective and it got the head of his manhood in me.

Then he slowly shifted his weight slightly and began to sink into me.

"There we go," he sighed.

The feeling of my arse getting filled was a novel one. Couple this with
the knowledge that there was nothing that I could do to stop it being
filled, made it a heady experience. But, by now I was having to
concentrate on relaxing my arse.

I had a fair idea that asking him to stop would not work so I pretended
that I was sitting on the toilet and tried to push him out as if I was
having a crap.

Yup, that is how naive I was. My efforts to dislodge him did not have
the desired effect. You see, I relaxed fully and pushed down. But he was
pushing up with a far greater thrust than I could muster. The end result
was he took advantage of the extra relaxation and ploughed deeper into
me.

"Yesssss!" he sighed in my ear, "Now just do that one more time and I'm
there."

I thought for a moment. He wasn't really hurting, I just felt over full
back there. So it was quite easy to try to expel him again. I relaxed
and pushed, he slid all the way home. I could feel the hair round his
cock pushing into my buns.

Slowly he lowered his full weight onto me. I was now helpless. Pinned to
the bed by a grown man, with his hard cock as far up my arse as it would
go. I wriggled experimentally. Deep in my innards his cock responded by
twitching. My God that felt really bizarre. I considered my fate, I was
being fucked. He was using me like I was a girl. When he had got enough
excitement from fucking me that great big cock of his would explode
inside me and all his lovely cum would shoot into me. I shivered with
delight and he began to move.

With exquisite slowness he pulled back and I felt the merciful release
of my bowels emptying. It was not at all like the normal feeling as I
had no control over it. Then just about when I was crying out from
feeling so empty he reversed direction and I was filled up again. When
he got to the deepest part I wiggled and his cock gave an answering
twitch.

"Ah, you like it?" he murmured, in my ear.

By way of an answer I wriggled again and the cycle repeated.

But this was not good enough for him. He kept on asking me and
punctuating his questions with sharp thrusts of his cock. Eventually he
got the answer he wanted.

"I want you to fuck me and cum inside of me," I said.

He kissed the back of my neck and gradually his strokes speeded up. I
found that I was now thrusting back to meet him. His breathing was
becoming ragged and, from experience, I knew his orgasm was close at
hand. His hands gripped my shoulders and his hips began to thrust more
forcefully. Then his cock was jumping around like crazy inside me and I
could feel it pumping his seed into my innards. With each stroke he let
out a triumphal roar.

During the long pause that followed I considered things. One of the
points that I had learned about sex was, how addictive it could be. All
you had to do was have it once and you instantly had a lifetime habit.

There I was lying under a man, his cock still inside me, quietly
wilting, and all I wanted to do was get fucked again. I fully realised
that he had used me for his own pleasure, but this just increased my
perverse delight.

Out of curiosity I twitched my bum and felt his cock respond. He just
groaned. We lay in silence then he made a move to get off me but I
begged him to stay inside me. Eventually he did take it out and I have
never felt so empty, and in a strange way, so lonely, in my life. We
trooped of to the bathroom and I sat there on the toilet and let his
seed come back out of me. He looked very guilty, so when we were having
our shower I kissed him, full on the lips. He held the kiss for ages and
later that night I was introduced to the delights of French kissing.

The rest of that summer was bliss. But my parents were now separated and
Dad had arranged that I would go and live with him. Besides the school
year was starting and Arthur had to go back to work.

I never saw him again until his wedding. He looked quite guilty when he
saw me. Now he has two little boys of his own. But my sex life did not
stop with Uncle Arthur. Wiggling my bum at the right moment got me into
other beds.

Just before the wedding Dad got Arthur very, very drunk. Dad by the way
never touches a drop himself. Anyway he got a tearful confession from
Arthur. Now most men would at the very least have tried to kill Arthur,
but Dad is different. He got Arthur to tell him all the details and
realised that the poor man was not really the one to blame. Naturally I
never found out about this incident until Dad caught me, let us say,
under suspicious circumstances. Then we had a long serious talk. So Dad
knows that I'm gay and doesn't make a fuss about it.

This has caused some consternation to my bed mates when he walks in to
my bedroom in the morning and asks what they would like for breakfast.
For some reason, being in bed with an under-aged lad seems to make them
want to avoid meeting his Dad.

At first getting men into bed was difficult, as Dad was away a lot he
hired a live-in housekeeper-cum-cook to look after me, but when I was
about 15 she quit and he reckoned that I could look after myself by
then. He was right, I like to cook and keep house. He keeps making the
joke, "Some day I'll make some man a wonderful wife", I take it as a
compliment.

Suddenly I am jolted out of my daydreams by the sound of a car engine in
the driveway. A pickup arrives and three men get out. One is obviously
in charge, the other two are much younger. I'm lying on a towel, face
down, wearing only a rather brief pair of bikini type scants. I have
long blond hair and this seemed to cause the confusion. One of the
younger ones assumes that I am female and sunbathing topless, so he
whistles loudly. Grinning I get up and watch his face go bright red. The
other pair crack up. Obviously he has done sort of trick before and they
enjoy it backfiring on him.

Now I'm up I give them all the once over. The one who is in charge is
about 50 balding and running to fat. The one who whistled is about 30,
nice body and a sort of rugged good looks. The third is in his mid 20s,
short but well muscled body. His face has a shy, boyish charm.

They also look me over. They see a lad who can pass for 15 easily,
actually I'm 17. My face is attractive and I'm slim with a pert little
butt.

We introduce ourselves and I discover that the older one is Ben, the
middle one is Norman and the little one is Wullie - his pronunciation -
not mine, he's a Scot you see. Reading the body language, Wullie fancies
me, but this is giving him a hard time. Norman has me all figured out
and Ben doesn't have a clue.

I show them where everything is and go back to my tanning. They begin to
dismantle the old garage and a truck arrives to take away the rubbish.

It's a prefabricated building and it comes down quite fast. Soon the
truck departs and another arrives. On the back of it there is a small
digger and a little dump truck. A third truck arrives with a skip which
it leaves out on the street.

By now all three are only wearing shorts and working boots. The younger
pair look lovely sweating away in the sunshine. Ben looks disgusting,
but you can't have everything, can you?

Norman drives the digger and Ben the dump truck. Between them they dig
out the foundations for the new building, and dump the earth in the
skip. Wullie is assigned only the menial tasks.

When the lunch break comes round it is Wullie who is sent across to ask
me if he can boil some water for their tea. I lead him off to the
kitchen and show him where everything is. By a subtle planning I manage
to meet him in a doorway and we are brushed up against each other. His
is sweaty, hard and muscular. Some of his sweat is rubbed off on me. He
overreacts to the contact and seems flustered by it. So I wink at him
and this makes things worse.

As we wait for the kettle to boil I again invade his space by standing
too close to him. I try to strike up a conversation but he is tongue-
tied. He also has a thick Scottish accent that I think is cute, but I
may have some difficulty reproducing it here in the written form.

Just before I move away from him I glance at his crotch, he has the
beginnings of a stiffy. I'm on a winner. Obviously he finds me sexy,
but, as he thinks he is straight, he doesn't want anything to happen.
Luckily his cock is not interested in his mental hang-ups and is
reacting making it obvious that he has little control of his body's
desires, good.

I join them for lunch and turn on the charm. Norman is having a hell of
a job not laughing as he knows the game. Ben might as well be on another
planet. Wullie is still sweating, although he is not doing any manual
work. Gradually I realise that Wullie does the menial jobs because he is
not very bright. No matter, I want to fuck with his body, not his mind.
A little plan begins to form in my head.

During the afternoon the truck comes back to take away the digger and
dump truck. Almost immediately another arrives and off loads some
reinforcing rods. All three begin to lay them out and tie them together
with wire. Come 3pm Wullie trots across to get permission to make the
afternoon tea and off we go to the kitchen.

This time when I invade his space I do it by standing behind him, then I
slip my hands round his waist and wait. Immediately he stiffens.

"Dinna dae that!" he manages to force out between his clenched teeth.

"Why not?" I whisper. in his ear and lick some of the sweat from his
shoulder.

"It's no right!" he says.

"But you like it."

"No I dinna," he contradicts.

"Well, your cock is calling you a liar," I giggle, as I brushed a hand
over his raging erection and stepped clear. He might only come up to my
shoulder when he is standing up, but he is a big lad in other parts.

He flinches and spins round. Oops, have I over played my hand and is he
going to make a scene? Nope, he is just out of his depth and has no idea
of how to deal with the situation.

"Jist dinna dae it, that's aw," he says, there is a pleading in his
voice and I decide to give up, for the moment. I hold my hands up, palms
facing him and make my body language read, "harmless" as I back off. He
looks both relieved and disappointed at the same time.

So I spend the rest of the day watching them sweat in the sun putting in
the reinforcing rods. Before they depart Ben informs me that they will
be back at 7 the next morning.

I spend a happy evening plotting Wullie's demise.

Next morning and Ben is as good as his word. About 9am the work on the
reinforcing rods is finished, but before they can have a break a pair of
trucks arrive. One is the cement truck and the other is the pump. They
set up shop in the street and the pump truck manages to get its
extending arm over the reinforcing rods and begins pumping cement.

It is now warm and they are all stripped off. By 11:30 the job is done
and the trucks are hosed out and leave. Wullie ends up in the kitchen
with me again. He knows full well that I'm going to make a pass at him
but it is the "snake and the rabbit" bit, he just can't stop himself.

My hands slide round his waist again and this time he makes no protest.
Cautiously I brush my hand across his groin and feel the hardness of his
cock. Still no protest. So I trace the outline of it through his pants.
He gasps slightly. I have to suppress a gasp myself as he must have been
queuing up at the cock counter to be first in line. Pity that made him
late to get in the queue for brains.

"God, you're a big lad, Wullie," I whisper into his ear.

"Aye," he says, with a hint of pride in his voice.

"I'll bet the girls like you," I murmur, as I play with it.

"No they dinna, they just tell me am tae big an' run away," he says, and
I realise I am on thin ice.

"Would you like to fuck me?" I whisper.

I never get to hear his reply as Ben knocks on the back door and we
spring apart. I go to the door while Wullie begins to panic. It turns
out that Ben has decided that as the concrete will need several hours to
set, they're all going off down the pub for lunch, then knock off for
the rest of the day.

The trouble is, our house is in a residential area and they don't know
the location of a pub. Gallantly I offer to show them and they begin to
clean up whilst I put some clothes on and lock up the house.

I intended to drive my car and have them follow in the pickup. But
Norman goes and sticks his oar in, saying that we would all fit in the
cab, provided I sit on someone's lap. No prizes for guessing whose lap I
end up on. So with Ben blissfully unaware, Norman just about wetting
himself laughing, Wullie with a raging hard on and me sitting on his lap
thinking I'm in Heaven, we set off to the pub.

With the bumping of the truck it takes no extra effort on my part to
keep Wullie as hard as a rock all the way there.

Like Dad, I don't drink, anyway I look too young, so I have an orange
juice, the others have pints. After the third one Wullie is already
pissed. I follow him into the Gents. It is a typical pub urinal, one
monolithic slab with a gutter at the base, no privacy.

We are alone and Wullie makes little protest as I hold his cock while he
pisses. Shit the more I get to know Wullie's cock, the more determined I
am to have it. It is uncut and I can just encircle it with my hand. God
knows if I could get my hand round it when it is up. We break when he
has finished and I nip out while he is fumbling trying to get a half
erect cock back into his pants.

As they drive me back home Wullie quietly whispers in my ear, telling me
of his desire to fuck my arse. Ah such is the stuff of romance. Poor
Wullie. Oh, he will get his heart's desire, but I'm going to put him
through the hoop on the way there.

They drop me off and I let myself in and go and jack off thinking of
Wullie's cock and the things I'm going to do with it.

About an hour later the phone rings and I let it ring about 6 times.
This is how long it would take me to get in from the garden.

Yup, I was right, it is Dad.

"Yes, they arrived on time and the old garage is history. At the moment
they are pouring the concrete base for the new one," I lie. Well, he
will not pay me for sitting around if the builders aren't there.

"How many men did they send?" he asks.

"Three."

"And how many of them have you seduced?" he asks.

"Please! These things take time. Besides there is only one that I sort
of fancy. Why one is almost as old as you!" I reply.

"That has never stopped you before," he reminds me.

"Yeah, but he is balding and has a beer belly!"

"Well, don't screw them on my time, and do be careful. One day you
really will bite off more than you can chew," he says, turning into the
concerned parent.

He is a bit depressed as he is going to be stuck there for at least
another week. I try to cheer him up and promise him a gourmet dinner on
his return. It seems to work and he sounds happier when he hangs up.

The next morning they are back at 07:00 precisely. On the back of the
pickup there is a small electric cement mixer, some bags of cement and a
load of sand. They off load it all and Norman asks about a power outlet
for the mixer. I go with him round the side of the house and show him
the external socket. The bastard cops a feel of my arse. I play it off
as a joke and make a grab for his crotch. He ain't even in the same
league as Wullie.

By now another truck is unloading several palettes of bricks and soon
they are all at work. Ben is marking out the layout with bits of string,
Norman is laying bricks and Wullie is labouring away filling the cement
mixer and wheeling the mix over to Norman in a wheelbarrow. Eventually
when the laying out is finished Ben starts laying bricks too. They are
fast workers and the garage begins to grow before my eyes.

Come lunchtime and I get Wullie alone in the kitchen I manage to get my
hands on his cock again. Once again I'm standing behind him with my arms
round his waist. He is strange, as soon as I touch him, he sort of
freezes, as if by not moving he is taking no part in the proceedings.

I notice that he was already well on the way to getting an erection by
the time I touched it. He becomes rigid almost as soon as I begin to
caress him.

"I want to see it when it's hard," I murmur in his ear, as I fumble with
the flies on his shorts.

"Ye canna take it oot here," he hisses.

I demonstrate that I can and just for good measure I ease his balls out
too. My God I can get both hands on the shaft of it and the head still
protrudes. Gently I peel back his foreskin and reveal the head of it.
What I'd give to get my mouth round that.

"I want you to fuck me Wullie. I want to feel you sliding this big cock
of yours right into me. I want to know what it feels like when you shoot
your load inside me,' I whisper into his ear.

Very slowly I begin to jack him off. Almost immediately he begins to
shake. He starts to sag at the knees and I realise that he is very close
to an orgasm.

"Oh Naw!" he cries, and I feel that mighty weapon of his begin to buck
in my hands.

The wall, fortunately tiled, is about 6 feet in front of him. He hits it
easily with his first spurt. The next three also hit it, then the rest
fall short leaving a trail across the floor. While he is recovering I
quietly lick the cum from my right hand.

He now enters some form of panic or guilt state. I have to turn him
round and hug him tightly until he can get back to normal. I also to
have to spend ages reassuring him that I am not going to tell his mates
what we did and make fun of him. When he is OK again, I clean up the
mess and he makes the tea.

Norman must be able to read minds. The look he gives me after lunch
tells me that he knows what the score is. Just before the lunch break is
over he asks me if he can use the toilet and I show him the way.
Naturally he doesn't even close the toilet door. He just unzips and
pulls it out. He is almost erect.

"Want a go on this one too?" he brazenly asks.

My reply is to drop to my knees in front of him and immediately take him
into my mouth. He is of a more normal size and I pull his foreskin all
the way back allowing my tongue to make direct contact with the head.
Over the years my cock sucking technique has been honed to perfection
and, as we have a very limited time, I give him the works. One of my
hands is round the shaft and the other is fondling his nuts. The nutsack
quickly retract and hugs his balls tightly to the base of his cock. He
runs his fingers through my hair.

"Christ, could you teach my wife to do it like that? You're fucking
fantastic," he says.

I keep up the relentless attack.

"You've got about 3 seconds to get off it before I shoot," he warns.

I make a humming noise, knowing that he will feel it through his cock.
He is just about spot on with his estimate and I get the heady rush that
comes from a guy blowing his load in my mouth. Hungrily I suck the jism
out of his balls and swallow it. He just stands there panting slightly.
We separate, I get to my feet and he turns to piss in the bowl.

"Did you suck Wullie off?" he blatantly asks.

"Nope, I just touched him and he shot his load," I answered.

"He's a funny one. If you talk dirty to him he will shoot in his pants,"
he snickers, "He never even jacks himself off. The poor bugger is always
horny."

And with that he shakes the last drops off, puts his cock away, zips up
his pants and leaves. He had just used me for sex and hadn't even
bothered to see if I'd like an orgasm too. Oddly enough, this turns me
on, although I don't really like Norman.

I mull over his words and think about what had happened earlier. I had
been talking dirty to Wullie, then he suddenly shot. I had assumed it
was my actions that had caused him to blow so suddenly, but the theory
that it was my words, does seem to fit the known facts.

Eventually 5pm rolls around and they pack up for the night. Wullie has
not been able to meet my gaze since our little encounter at lunchtime.
Norman keeps giving be dirty leers and gropes me if I go within range.
Ben is still on Mars.

I go indoors and grab the phone.

Now, most of my playmates are straight guys. Usually respectable married
men with children. Their wives tend to be only into vanilla sex and they
use me to spice their sex lives up a bit. But I have a few gay guys and
they have a tendency to pass you one from one to another. One of the
guys that I was passed onto was Danny.

Danny is into rather dirty sex and he set about broadening my horizons,
as he put it. He pushes you into things gently. He never forces you to
do anything. But sooner or later you find that he gets his way. As I
dial his number I realised that he had done it again.

"Hi Danny, are you busy tomorrow night about 5:30?" I ask.

"Nope, I've nothing on until about 10. Why?"

"I need a few favours and some equipment."

"What's in it for me?"

"Remember what you always wanted to do to me, but I wouldn't let you?"

"OK, what are the favours and what else do you need."

I list my requirements and we chat for a while then I hang up.

At 7am I'm ready and waiting. The three of them arrive and start work.
They will have the walls finished today if they go on at this rate.
About 11 Norman needs to go to the loo again. This time there is no
small talk I'm on my knees and he has it out as soon as we are inside
the backdoor.

"Lick my balls," he says, and I do as I'm told.

He jacks himself off and I suck his balls into my mouth, first one then
them both. He makes contented noises then pulls them out and offers me
his cock. I accept it and soon I'm running my tongue round the head of
it while he keeps on wanking. This form of degradation seems to hit the
spot with him.

"Start swallowing," he grunts, then fills my mouth with his seed. I
dutifully swallow.

Again, having used me, he discards me. This almost makes me cum in my
scants.

At lunchtime I get Wullie alone. This time I face him and begin to undo
his shorts. There is a sort of helpless look on his face. Part of him
wants to stop me but his sex drive is not going to let that happen. His
shorts and underpants hit the floor and he automatically steps out of
them. He is now naked except for his work boots. Gee, this is just like
being it a porn movie.

"Are you busy tonight Wullie?"

He shakes his head.

"Want to fuck me?"

His head nods.

"Meet me at the pub at 8?"

Another nod.

"Don't you ever say anything?"

"A wish ye were a lassie, fur then you could suck ma cock," he manages.

That knocks me a bit sideways and it must be showing on my face.

"It's no right fur a laddie tae suck cock, is it?" he says, by way of
explanation.

This point can best be dealt with later. What I need now is a quick fix.
I take hold of his meat and guide it between my legs. Hell's teeth, half
of it sticks out behind me. Now to put my theory to the test. I put his
hands on my buns.

"They feel nice don't they Wullie?"

He grunts and I feel the work callused palms kneading my buns.

"Just think of what it will feel like when you slip your cock between
them. Slowly sliding it right up inside me," I say, quietly into his
ear.

The response is again immediate. His hands grab my buns, His hips start
thrusting and I can feel that his cock is shooting his sperm onto the
floor behind me.

This time there is no panic attack. He just holds me tight and we stay
in each other's arms for a while.

"Ye turn me on when ye talk dirty like that tae me," he finally
announces.

 "You have seen nothing yet Wullie, my boy." I say, as we part. As usual
I clean up while he gets dressed and makes the tea. Suddenly the little
light comes on in my head. Wullie has no imagination. Unless he has
experienced something or has it described to him, he is not capable of
envisioning it. But once he has the experience, he can relive it. Now,
by the time we get to Sunday, he will have enough experience to keep him
going for some time.

By 4pm the walls are finished and as it is Friday they knock off early.
Ben promises to be back at 7 on Monday. Norman manages to blow me a kiss
and get his hands on my buns. Wullie smiles shyly at me and I mouth "8
o'clock" to him. His grin widens and then I wink at him and he begins to
blush.

At 5:30 Danny arrives carrying a briefcase. He is about an inch shorter
than me, running slightly to fat, but has a sly air of menace about him.
We retire to my bedroom.

He opens the case and removes the restraints. He helps me fit them to
the corners of my bed and shows me how they work. He also gives me a lot
of advice on using them.

"If things get out of hand and you are afraid to release him, then phone
me and I'll come round and help you," he says, with a dirty grin.

Next he produces a small pill box, opens it and shakes out two small
white pills.

"They are almost tasteless and dissolve quickly in water. They take
about 40 to 60 minutes to act and once they kick in they are
unstoppable, believe me," he says, obviously reliving fond memories.

"Do I use them both at once?"

"No, they are 80mg, one is sufficient, I just gave you two in case you
want a repeat performance," he says. He is such a thoughtful guy.

"OK are you sure that you want to go through with this?" he asks, and I
nod.

"Right, strip and off we go to the bathroom," he says, grabbing some kit
from the case.

The enema is actually quite an enjoyable experience. He does it three
times before I "come clean" in his words. We return to the bedroom, I
get onto the bed and he tells me to get on my hands and knees.

I comply and watch him take a can out of his briefcase. He opens it and
scoops out a handful.

"You know that you can actually buy this stuff in Britain these days? It
used to cost a fortune to get it from America," he says, as he spreads
my buns and begins to finger the Crisco into my arse.

He has wanted to fist me since the day we met, but I've never let him.
But, unless I get really slack before Wullie tries to get that cock of
his into me, I'll be in real pain.

Danny chats away as my arse is packed with grease. Then he begins to
finger me. He is very good at it and I barely notice the number of
fingers increase. Eventually I realise that the palm of his hand is in
my ring. He pulls back slightly and I feel the fingers curve round the
thumb. With a quick push he manages to get his hand in me and I realise
that my ring is now round his wrist.

He stops to let me get used to the new sensation. He wriggles his
fingers and it really gets me going. I feel the fingers ball into a
fist. Now the fist begins to move up inside me. God this is weird, there
should be pain but there isn't, I can literally, take his whole fucking
fist.

For what seems like an age he fucks me with it then I realise that I'm
going to shoot. I don't need to tell him as he knows. Expertly he guides
me to the most explosive orgasm that I've had in years. The bed cover
will need changed as I have soaked it with my cum.

Getting it back out is something that I am afraid of. Going in I was on
a high, but now I'm coming down fast. As it happens he just uncurls the
fist and it slips out almost effortlessly. I hear the zip going down and
I turn round and begin performing my second blow job of the day. He has
a fat cock and he's circumcised, but fisting me has made him hot and I
don't have to work too hard for my reward.

We clean up, I remake the bed and make a mental note to put a towel down
next time. Danny leaves and I get dressed. I arrive at the pub and find
Wullie in the garden at the back with a full pint in his hand. On
enquiring I discover that this is his third. Good! I don't want to go
into the bar as I look far too young to drink but three pints should
just have him at the right point of insobriety that I need for my little
game.

I slip one of Danny's little pills into Wullie's drink while he is
distracted. Danny was right it quickly dissolves and Wullie sups his
beer quite slowly, he is as nervous as a cat. I glance at my watch and
note the time.

Thirty minutes later we are back home and in the shower. Wullie seems to
find it strange to be washed but makes no objection to washing me. We
leave the shower and get dried. In the bedroom and I get him to lie on
the bed face up.

Following Danny's advice I lie on top of him and distract him by
wriggling about. The first arm restraint goes on without him really
noticing. I manage to get the second one on just about the point he
realises I'm up to something.

Now I have to move fast and I do. I spin round and get his left leg
clamped just as he is trying to free his wrists and I actually get the
final restraint on with no real problem.

"Wit are ye daein' tae mi?" he asks, as I began using the ratchets to
take in the slack.

"I'm restraining you, Wullie," I say, having satisfied myself that his
arms are safe and move down to his legs and repeat the process.

"Restrainin'?"

"Tying you to the bed, Wullie."

"Wit fur?"

"Well, I want to do some things to you Wullie, but I suspect that you
will not want to co-operate, at first. But as you are now not able to
stop me, you might as well lie back and enjoy it," I say, settling down
between his widespread thighs to contemplate the truly awesome sight of
his manhood. I should point out that he is still very erect.

Now according to Danny it can go one of two ways here. One way is your
victim goes totally ballistic and swears by all that is holy that he
will kill you on release. The other is the one who is afraid of
something nasty happening. This one is easier to deal with.

"Are ye gonna hurt mi?" he inquires.

"Nope Wullie. I'm going to show you what sex is all about," I reply.

"But I thought ye were gonna let me fuck ye," he says, sounding
genuinely disappointed.

"Oh, you'll fuck me Wullie, but not just yet. There is something that I
want to do to you first," I say, taking his cock in both hands and
peeling back the foreskin to admire the glistening head of it.

Delicately I pull on the head making the slit open. It, like the rest of
the organ, is oversized. In my mind's eye I can see the cum shooting out
of it.

"Wit are ye gonna dae t' mi?" he asks, fear creeping into his voice.

"Ever had you're cock sucked?"

"Aye, a lassie once did it so I widna' fuck her," he says, with
remarkable candour.

"And did you like it?"

"Aye, it felt right nice," he says, and begins to sound enthusiastic.

"Did she let you cum in her mouth?"

"Naw, she telt mi she wid scratch mi eyes oot if I did that," he says.

"Well, Wullie, I am going to suck your cock," I say, leaning forwards to
get ready.

"Bit, ye canna dae that, yer a laddie, only lassies kin dae that," he
says.

"And that, Wullie, is the reason that you are tied up. I like sucking
cock and yours is the only one around that I can reach," I say, then I
open my lips and get the head right in. Shit, it is big and I can barely
get my tongue round it.

"Ye mustna dae that! That's whit lassies dae!" he protests.

I ignore the objections and his struggles are useless. Using my tongue I
begin to drive him towards his orgasm.

"Ye'd better take it oot o' yer mooth fur I'm gonna..." he gasps, I
comply and give him a short rest.

"Oh, we can't be having that, Wullie. Well, not yet anyway," I say, as I
watch him struggle against his restraints. God that makes his muscles
look gorgeous.

 As soon as I see he is back from the edge I put my mouth round his cock
head and start licking.

Again he warns me so I stop and let him rest. I sneak a look at the
clock, the pill should be working in about 20 minutes, so I have about
15 minutes to give him a bad case of lover's balls. I get back to work
and the cycle repeats.

When I pull him back for the tenth time I notice that he is covered in
sweat and his head it thrashing from side to side.

"Balls beginning to hurt?"

"Aye!"

"Do you want to cum, Wullie?" I ask, innocently.

"AYE!"

"Oh good, we have something in common. Right Wullie you can cum any time
you want. But when you do two things are going to happen. First, your
cock is going to be in my mouth, and second, I'm going to swallow every
drop of it. OK?" I say.

"That's disgustin'," he gasps, a look of horror on his face.

"Yup, I'm a very disgusting person. But we shall just see how long you
can hold out," I say, getting back on the job.

As his orgasm approaches he warns me off, and we break for a moment.

Next round I don't stop immediately on his warning, but keep going to
the very last second.

Third time he warns me and I keep going then I feel his hips begin to
hump his cock in and out of my mouth. I hold my position as he scream
profanities then his cock goes off like a fire hose and I'm far too busy
dealing with its output to listen to Wullie.

His orgasm goes on for quite a long time as I do everything in my power
to prolong it. But all good things have to come to an end, so soon I'm
left sucking the dregs out. Finally I sit back and admire my handiwork.
Wullie is covered in a layer of sweat. His cock hangs limply in my hand,
for the moment a spent force. I can still taste his cum.

"Now wasn't that fun?" I ask.

"Why did ye swallow it? That's really disgustin' y'know." he pants.

"Wullie, I actually like swallowing it. Now I have a part of you inside
me forever. For some reason I like that. Now, apart from me being a
laddie, and swallowing it, did you enjoy it?" I ask.

"Christ, I've never felt anythin' like it before. It wus magic!" he
says.

"Good! Then the next time I want to suck your cock I won't need to tie
you to the bed, will I?" I ask.

"Naw. Are ye gonna let me up now?" he asks, he sounds slightly urgent
and I glance at the time. Yup, the pill should be in full swing by now.

"Not just yet Wullie, I haven't quite finished being disgusting with
you," I say.

"Bit ye've gotta let mi up, I need tae pee," he says, sounding a bit
more urgent.

The pills are lasix, a common, but quite potent, diuretic, and for the
last few minutes Wullie's kidneys have been running in overdrive. Mind
you the three pints of beer, which contained alcohol - also a diuretic,
were contributing nicely to Wullie's plight, by making sure he has too
much fluid in his system. Now a large amount of this fluid is in his
bladder and more is joining it every second. Wullie is inevitably going
to have to do what I want.

I lick some last drops of his load from the slit of his cock and say
nothing.

"Look I've gotta go," he says, desperately.

I smile at him and put his cock head back into my mouth. How long before
the penny drops, I wonder.

"I'm gonna make a right mess o' yer bed if ye dinna let mi up," he says,
now sounding very urgent.

Time to give him a nudge in the right direction. Long ago Danny showed
me the spot, about midway between the navel and the bush. If you push
there you press directly on the bladder. I push and what was urgent, but
under control, now becomes a screaming emergency.

"I canna stop it," he cries, as his bladder control quits on him,
releasing the contents into my waiting mouth. I watch his face as I
drink. The changing emotions are fascinating. Obviously he initially
finds it revolting but, after a moment, he starts to enjoy it. This it
the signal for me to suck it out of him faster than it would normally
flow. Yup, he likes that sensation and stops fighting. I settle down to
the happy task of emptying him. Again all too soon we are down to the
last few spurts. When he has finish I take it out of my mouth and hold
it, almost reverently, in my hands.

"See Wullie, no need to let you up. You did just fine lying where you
are," I say, cheerfully.

"Yer a dirty bugger."

"Yup Wullie, you never spoke a truer word. However you seemed to enjoy
that too," I reply.

He says nothing but his meat speaks volumes by beginning to grow in my
hands.

"And you still have to fuck me," I remind him. This comment obviously
pleases his cock.

"Shall I talk dirty to you Wullie?" I ask.

Dumbly he nods.

"Are you going to slide this up me?" I say, holding his almost erect
cock between us.

He nods again.

"Fuck me like I was a lassie?" I ask, using his term.

He grunts something that sounds fairly affirmative so I reach out and
pull the can of Crisco from under the bed.

"Well, you are so big that I have to grease you up first," I say,
turning my words into deeds.

That done, I straddle him and lower myself until the head of his cock is
pushing through my buns. I watch his face as the head of it goes through
my ring. For some reason he looks afraid.

"OK Wullie, now you push and see how far up me you can get," I say.

Wullie grunts and thrusts forwards with his hips. Thank fuck I had Danny
fist me because this bugger goes for a hole-in-one!

As he subsides to the bed I follow him down making sure he stays in me
up to the hilt.

"Does it feel nice to have your cock inside someone?" I ask

"Aye," he grunts.

"Of course if I was a lassie, and you were fucking me, you could knock
me up," I say, quietly.

It works he begins to thrust with his hips and I lift slightly off him
to allow the movement.

"Just think, you would dump you load into my belly," I say, as the
thrusting increases.

"And my nice flat belly would begin to swell," I continue. I'm obviously
on the right track here as he is pounding my arse.

"And there would be nothing that I could do about it while your baby
grows inside me," I say. By now I'm holding on as he is pile driving
that cock into me.

"Go on Wullie, give me one. Let me have it," I say. This closes the deal
and I finally get to feel his cock explode inside me. It is even better
that I had imagined. I watch him struggle against his bonds, his muscles
flexing and feel the bucking of his cock in my guts as it pumps his seed
further into me than anyone else has ever got.

I fall forward onto his heaving body and reach up to release his arms.
Once they are free he wraps them round me and holds me tight. I'm in
Heaven, strong arms round me, a big cock in my arse and my stomach full
of all the goodies it could give me.

We lie there for a while until he asks me if he can have his cock back.
First I extract a promise that he'll fuck me again before I give in.

We separate and after I release his legs we make it to the shower. I
wash him then he washes me. We stand having a cuddle under the warm
water. He looks up at me and I sense the moment might be right. I lean
forwards and down. Our lips meet and probing tongues go into play
directly. When we break he pulls my ear next to his mouth.

"I need tae pee again," he whispers. I can hardly believe my luck and
fall directly to my knees before him. He holds his cock in his right
hand and I see him pull the foreskin back enough to reveal about half of
the head.

I watch as he strains to get the flow going then I see the twitch that
tells me it is on its way. The light amber jet hits me full on the face
and he hoses me down before directing it back to my lips. For a moment I
let it play on my lips before I open them and begin to drink. Before he
has finished I have the head of it in my mouth and I am again sucking
him dry.

He helps me to my feet and we go into a clinch again. I'm so happy I
can't find word to describe it.

"I wanna fuck ye again," he whispers, in my ear.

I nod.

"Can I fuck ye doggy style?" he asks. I kiss him and we get out of the
shower and get dried. Then I get taken right there on the bathroom
floor. Wullie is learning though. Halfway through he reaches round,
holds my balls in one hand and jacks me of with the other. It takes him
no time at all to discover the joys of having your cock in a boy as he
cums.

Over the weekend Wullie begins to blossom. His self-confidence grows as
I watch it. By Saturday night he is calling the shots and telling me
what he wants. It must be strange for him, no sex life at all then
suddenly it is all on tap. He loves my cooking almost as much as he
loves fucking my butt. The only strange bit is, on Sunday evening he has
me tie him to the bed again. It looks like I'm going to have to buy the
restraints off Danny. Sunday night we have one last fuck and then I
drive him back to his digs.

Monday at 7 the trio return with a load of wood and begin to put a roof
on the new building. Wullie now walks with a slight swagger. He has a
new confidence in himself. He also seems to like ordering me around. We
go in to make the tea for the morning break, he puts the kettle on, then
turns to face me and unzips his shorts. He pushes them and his underwear
down and steps out of them.

"I need tae pee," he says, grinning.

I quickly get into position and take what is offered. When he runs dry I
stand and we cuddle. He slips a rough hand down the back of my scants
and gets a finger directly into me.

"Yer aw greased up ready," he says.

I nod, hoping to get laid.

"Ye'll dae anythin' tae get ma cock up ye, won't ye," he snickers.

I nod again.

"Weel, suck ma cock an' maybe I'll fuck ye later," he says, pushing me
onto my knees again. I take his cock in both hands and reveal the head
before I put it into my mouth, Wullie takes my hands off his cock and
puts them on his hips. As I lick the massive head of it he rocks his
hips pushing it in and out of my mouth.

"Ye look nice like that, wi a cock in yer face," he says.

I look up at him. He may be small but he's built like a brick shithouse.
Currently I'm in a very vulnerable position. As my hands are not on his
cock I can't really stop him if he pushes forwards and chokes me.

It seems that Wullie can read minds too. The forward strokes get longer
and the backward ones shorten. More and more of his cock is pushed into
my mouth. I feel the head of it touch the back of my throat and I begin
to gag. His hands grab my head and the cock starts to force feed me his
seed. I can't breath and I mustn't panic.

Slowly the pumping cock subsides and I feel it withdrawing. There is a
wetness in my crotch as I've shot my load into my scants.

"I had ye goin' there, didn't I," he says, squeezing the last drops out
and offering them to me.

I nod as I lick him clean.

"Ye'd better go an clean yersel up. Ye've made a right mess o' yersel,"
he says, obviously pleased with himself and he starts to get dressed
again.

I do as I'm told.

By the time I come down with my spare scants on he has left. I go out
and join them for tea. Norman pulls the old "need the toilet trick" and
we both go inside.

"What have you done to Wullie?" he asks, as he pushes me to my knees and
starts unzipping himself.

"I made a man of him," I say, as I take my second cock of the day.

Norman's wife must be terrible in bed, because he once again makes a
comparison between us. He prolongs it as long as we dare, then I get to
taste his cum again.

It's the lunch pause, they have the skeleton of the roof on and Wullie
is sent to make the tea. We enter the kitchen and I put on the kettle.
Wullie strips off then pulls my scants down. He has two fingers inside
me almost directly.

"Yer jist beggin' fur it, aren't ye?" he says, wriggling his fingers
inside me.

I nod.

"Right I want ye bent oor the table," he says.

 I bend over the kitchen table.

"I wanna see it," he says, so I reach back and pull my buns apart.

He fingers me again and I begin to get desperate.

"Fuck me Wullie," I say.

He gives a dirty snicker.

"Please Wullie. I don't want your finger, I need your cock in there.
Come on, you know you like being inside me," I plead.

The fingers are withdrawn and his cock head touches my ring. Two coarse
hands take hold of me by my hips and then the thrust comes. I suppose
that it is my fault for not teaching him and other way of entering. God
the length and girth of that cock being shoved all the way home in one
go is terrifying. Once in he wastes no time letting me get used to him
being in me, he just fucks me using long hard strokes. All I can to is
brace myself and encourage him by talking dirty.

"I'm cumin'," he says, and I feel the cock inside me swell slightly as
it once more dumps his load into my guts.

We lie over the table panting. His hand moves to my cock and begins to
jack me off. He has little trouble making me shoot and then we part.

"I want ye te keep it in ye till I get back the night," he says, as we
head for the bathroom.

"Why?"

"I want tae know that ye've got yer arse full of ma cum when I watch ye
lyin' beside yon pool," he says, in a filthy voice. Wullie has taken to
dirty sex like a duck takes to water.

About halfway through the afternoon I notice Norman taking an unusual
interest in the back of my briefs. I take a quick look and see to my
horror that I am leaking Wullie's cum. Norman catches me at it, puts two
and two together and finds it adds up to five. His grin tells me that he
knows where Wullie has been and plans to go there himself in the very
near future. I roll into the water and try to clean up.

Later I drive over and pick Wullie up from his digs and take him home.
First I feed him, my goodness can he eat a lot. For fun I quietly feed
him the second pill. Then he lets me go to the toilet and dump his last
load. He actually stands and watches me do it. Hmm, he is becoming a
right little pervert, and no mistake.

He wants to be tied up again. Great, I now decide to spend the time
until the pill takes effect licking his body. The soles of his feet are
unusually sensitive, but as the leg is already held in position my two
hands can stop the foot moving as I run my tongue up and down the bottom
of it. Occasionally I give him a rest by sucking on his toes.

Licking the inside of his thighs from knee to balls also seems to turn
him on. Then I suck on his balls and watch his cock beat in time with
his heart. I lick the shaft of his cock but not the head. Then I go for
his tits. He hates that, but enjoys having his armpits washed out with
my tongue.

We spend some time kissing then I start licking his nose. He goes all
funny when I stick my tongue up his nostril and goes wild when I stick
it in his ear.

A quick glance at the clock reveals that the pill should be doing its
magic trick so I squat between his legs and start work on his cock. I
slowly bring him to the boil and savour the moment of his orgasm, by
putting the tip of my tongue over the eye of his cock just as he shoots.
My, he does discharge with some force.

Nothing is said, I just keep the wilting cock in my mouth and when it is
soft enough he lets the flow start. When he is finished I lie on top of
him and we start kissing again.

After a while I roll off him and begin to work on the restraints on his
legs. He watches me without saying a word, obviously he has no idea what
I am about to do. I work quickly and I have the restraint on his left
leg attached to the same bedpost as the restraint for his left arm. He
begins to get worried when I do the same to his right leg.

Now he is on his back, with his legs, spread wide and up over his head.
This leaves his ring nicely exposed.

"Whit are ye gonna dae noo?" he inquires.

"I'm just going to be disgusting again, nothing for you to worry about,"
I reply.

I immediately go down on him and begin to rim him. This has the expected
result. Why can't this man just enjoy the experience and give up on
telling me it is disgusting. I know it is disgusting, I like disgusting
sex. Eventually I back off and his protests stop.

"Didn't you like it, Wullie?" I ask.

"Aye, but it's no right," he gasps.

"Oh it gets worse," I say, reaching for the Crisco.

"Wit are ye gonna dae noo?" he again inquires.

"I'm going to finger you, Wullie," I say, telling him part of the truth.

He makes some protest when a greased finger slides into him. However I
quickly get to his prostate and begin to massage it. That gets him going
and he is soon writhing about on the bed enjoying the feeling and
muttering incoherently. He doesn't notice the second finger joining the
first. While all this is distracting him my other hand is being put to
good use greasing my cock up. OK compared to his it is a toy, but it is
the only one I've got, and occasionally I like to use it. When I'm ready
I withdraw my fingers.

"Awe dinna stop noo," he pleads.

"Oh, don't worry Wullie, something much nicer is going in there now," I
say, as I take up my position between his legs. As my cock touches his
ring I watch his face as he realised what is about to happen to him.

"NAW!" he shouts trying to escape the invasion.

"Oh, yes" I say, as I slide into him.

Knowing that you are taking someone's virginity is always a thrill of
any male, and I am no exception. No one has ever been where my cock is
now. I am going to be the first guy to leave my load in there. Couple
this with the interesting fact that I am raping him makes it all the
more thrilling.

"Ye bastard!" he keeps repeating, as I fuck him.

"I'm going to cum inside you, Wullie," I taunt him.

I keep up the dirty talk and slide a greasy hand round his hard cock.
Despite his yelping he is as hot as hell and he sprays his load all over
my face and chest. His ring goes into spasms. Wow!

Much as I'm enjoying the fuck, his helpless wriggling body and his warm
clutching ring, are all too much. With hard strokes I drive myself to my
climax inside his unwilling arse. God it feels good to let go in his
guts. I end up lying sweating on top of him.

Warily I look at him, he is silent now, he is biting his bottom lip. It
looks OK so I reach up and begin to undo the restraints. He has enough
sense not to move until he is completely free. Stupidly enough I take
the lack of action on his part as a good sign. I fail to notice that his
cock is no longer erect.

Suddenly he lets out a roar and explodes beneath me. Now I realise my
mistake. I'm in deep trouble. He has lost his temper and is completely
out of control. Desperately I try to curl up into a foetal ball but he
grabs me. It takes him a remarkably short time to force my body into the
position he wants it, exactly the same way I had him, but he needs no
restraints, his body weight holds me down.

Then I feel his semi-hard cock being forced into me. Thank God I had
greased myself earlier or I'd be taking him dry. Up till now he has been
roaring and grunting, but as he enters me he begins to speak.

"Right ye bastard, fuck me wid ye? Weel noo yer gonna find oot wit it
feels like tae get fucked when ye dinna want it," he growls.

When he has his cock right inside me the sensation begins to make him
get really hard. This time he watches my face as his cock grows larger
and larger in my bowels. God I can feel it reposition my guts just to
accommodate it. My feelings must be showing on my face as he begins to
grin. Viciously he makes a thrust into me and watches as I wince.

"Noo I'm gonna fuck ye reel hard, jist tae teach ye never tae dae that
tae mi again! Ye understand?" he says, making another vicious thrust
with his hips.

I nod in a frightened manner and the rape begins. God he really did mean
it when he said he was going to fuck me hard. On the back strokes I'll
swear he pulls all the way out as I can feel that wide head stretching
my ring as it passes through it in each direction. Then the forward
stroke driving the length of the shaft into me until I feel his balls
thump against my bum.

I'm not normally into pain, but now he is definitely causing me pain.
The strange thing is, although it hurts, I'm getting high on it.

"Fuck me like a man, do it harder," I hear myself growl.

Oh my God, he's taking me at my word! The pain is gone now, no that
isn't true, it is there, but it is now part of the joy of the fuck. No
longer are there two humans on the bed copulating, we have both turned
into animals and we are feeding voraciously on each other's lust. As he
has recently had an orgasm it takes him forever to work up to his next
and he is still out of his mind when he reaches his orgasm, so it is my
mouth that the victorious yells come from.

He lies atop of me and I feel the sweat drip from his chest onto me. My
arse is one dull ache, but I can feel him wilt inside me. I twitch my
ring and yelp from the pain. I realise that he is now crying, his tears
run onto me. Gently I hug him, as he is just realising what he did to
me.

"I'm right sorry, I really am," he gasps.

"Wullie, that was the wildest fuck that I have ever had," I say, as I
kiss his face.

"But I wanted tae hurt ye, I really did," he sniffs.

"I brought it all down on my own head, Wullie. I deserved every bit of
it," I say, cuddling him.

Slowly he comes down and realises that he is not going to have to pay
any penalty for his actions. He carefully withdraws from my arse, a
strange mixture of pain, relief and emptiness. I quietly have a look at
his cock, there is no blood on it, thank goodness. I get up and stagger
to the bathroom and run a bath. Until now the expression, "fucked until
you walk funny" has always been a figurative one, now I realise it can
be a literal one too.

As the bath fills I add some bath foam and Wullie joins me. He still
looks as guilty as Hell. We get into the bath and have a long soak
together. By some unspoken agreement he spends the night with me. What
happened has shocked us both to the core and we need each other to
cuddle as neither of us could face the night alone.

Of course this means that I get up at the crack of dawn just to drive
him back to his digs in time for the other pair to pick him up and bring
him back to my house.

Actually this morning I don't feel as bad as I thought I would last
night. Norman eventually gets me on my own and plays grab ass with me.
Before I know it his hands are on the inside of my scants at the back
and the bugger is fingering me.

"Christ, you let Wullie fuck you!" he says.

I nod, but say nothing.

"How the Hell did you ever take him? He's hung like a horse," he says.

"You don't want to know, you really don't," I say.

Suddenly I'm being bent over and my scants are round my ankles. He is in
me in nothing flat.

"Shit, you're as slack as my wife was just after she gave birth to our
son," he says, as he gets into his stride.

As I ponder on whether this is a compliment or a criticism I wiggle my
bum in an encouraging manner which excites him.

"Do you like having a real man fuck you?" he asks.

I consider the possible replies. Well, for starters real men don't fuck
boys. But I make an affirmative sort of grunt.

I wiggle my bum again and lead him into the end game. Honestly I think
Wullie has ruined me for normal sized cocks. Oh, I can feel him dump his
load but it is not nearly as exciting as when Wullie takes me.

"Wullie has left you a slack arsed slut," he informs me, as he pulls
out.

"Well, you seemed to cum fast enough," I say, not turning round as my
face is burning with shame.

"Imagine letting him fuck you, you must be desperate. Still you are a
good cocksucker, I'll give you that," he says.

Norman is now getting on my tits. He is always knocking Wullie and it
has begun to irk me. I think it is time to put Norman in his place. This
is dead easy to do to a married bloke.

"Maybe I really should drop round and give your wife lessons in
cocksucking?" I say, turning and watching his face.

His smirk freezes on his face. Time to stick the knife in and twist it.

"Mind you she might not take too kindly to the idea of you fucking
boys," I say, and he begins to bluster.

"In fact she might just turn you in to the police and point out to them
that I'm underage," I say.

"They'd never believe the word of a little slut like you!" he manages to
say.

Oops! Wrong sort of answer Norman. Now I'm going to have to make you
squirm. I go into my "little boy raped" act. I crouch slightly, look
scared, my eyes get wider.

"And, and then officer he got hold of my head and, and forced me to..."
I say, turning the waterworks on and letting the tears run down my
cheeks.

This has the desired effect. Norman's face is now ashen and he is
shaking. I revert to normal.

"Not a jury in the land would fail to convict you after I had finished
with them," I say, brightly, "So just get off Wullie's back and stay
away from me until you learn to treat me right."

Norman checks his fly and departs without a word. I doubt if he'll
bother me again.

By now the only thing left to do is fit the electrically operated doors
to the new garage and then they are finished. On the afternoon tea
making session Wullie and I have a nice gently snogging session. No real
sex, just kissing and cuddling with a bit of feeling each other up.

About 8 I grease myself up and go pick Wullie up from the pub and drive
him home. He holds my hand against his cock most of the way. I can only
get it back to change gear. We dash into the bathroom giggling like a
pair of kids. Sensuously we strip each other. I leave Wullie's hard cock
tenting out his underpants. I suck the head of it through the soft
material and make him groan.

Ever so slowly I pull the underpants down just using my teeth. He is now
shaking with excitement. I put the tip of it against my lips and use
them to push back his foreskin until I have the head in my mouth. Now my
tongue begins its job. The head of his cock is so big my tongue has lots
of surface to play with.

"Dinna make mi shoot," he says, "I am dyin' tae gee ye another fuck."

Who could possibly turn down a romantic offer like that? So I let him
have it back and he pulls me into the shower. He turns on the water and
we both scream as we are drenched in the cold spray.

It warms up quickly and we cuddle for a while, then he begins to touch
me up. Gently his fingers enter me. I hold his cock and tremble as the
thought that; what I hold in my hand is soon going to be where his
fingers are.

We kiss and then he lifts me off my feet and presses my back against the
tiled wall. Instinctively I wrap my arms round his neck and my legs
round his waist. I unwrap one arm from his neck long enough to guide his
weapon to its target. Once the head is in I put my arm back round his
neck.

I kiss him full on the lips and as his tongue slips into my mouth he
lets me slide down onto his manhood. My ring is stretched wide to
accommodate his girth. God the feeling of having something that massive
driven into your body. I cling tightly to him and suck on his tongue.

Pinning me against the wall he begins to screw me. As my legs are round
his waist he has unrestricted access to my ring and he puts it to good
use. God he is strong! He breaks the kiss briefly to tell me to jack
myself off.

I unwrap my right hand to do as I am ordered knowing full well he is
strong enough to support me and fuck me at the same time. I know that he
wants me to reach my orgasm quickly and takes little effort on my part
to comply.

I groan and spray my load against our chests. I can feel my ring
squeezing on his cock. His eyes roll up and his cock begins to pump his
seed into my guts. He keeps on thrusting long after his balls are
drained and I can feel his cock beginning to soften.

Slowly we slide to the floor, still coupled. There we sit and the water
pours off us washing the sweat and cum from our bodies. By now he is sat
on the floor of the shower and I am on his lap with his now soft member
still deep inside me.

Suddenly I get a strange sensation. Wait a minute I've felt it before.
Yes, it was when Danny was washing me out. Wullie is giving me a piss
enema! I look at him and he has been watching my face as I worked out
what is happening to me.

"You dirty bugger," I say, as I kiss him and suck his tongue back into
my mouth. I sit contentedly on his lap and feel my guts getting
distended at his whim.

We actually manage to part without making a mess and I do make it to the
toilet bowl in time. Gosh it feels good to get that lot out of my
system.

We go back into the shower and wash each other. Then once we are dried
and dressed I lead him to the kitchen. Dinner is ready and I feed him.
It is strange, but watching him eat the food that I have prepared for
him, gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside.

He is used to simple fare and I'm learning to be a gourmet cook. Well,
Dad likes his food to be interesting. Wullie however finds it
fascinating. How can he eat that much and not get fat?

We watch TV for a while but it is all rubbish, so it is back to the
bedroom. Like this afternoon we just kiss and cuddle, we don't actually
have sex. It is nice just lying in his strong arms kissing him. As we
will have an early start I suggest sleep and he agrees.

It is dark and I'm being manoeuvred into position to be fucked. Nothing
is being said so I assume Wullie still thinks I'm asleep. I try not to
wriggle as he fingers me. Now he moves into position behind me and I can
see the time on my bedside clock. It's 2:15.

For once his entry is gentle but he still slips me the entire length in
one movement. I can't help twitching, it feels so good.

"Aw, yer awake?" he says, sounding disappointed.

"Wullie, there is no way you can get that cock into my arse without
waking me, unless you use a general anaesthetic," I say.

To speed things up I talk dirty to him and to my surprise he begins to
talk dirty to me.

Then the bastard slips a hand under me and jacks me off. Now all this
dirty talk begins to have its effect on me and soon my ring is providing
Wullie with his jollies as I make a sticky mess of the bottom sheet.
Wullie makes his mess inside my arse.

We lie in that warm after sex glow for a while until his weight begins
to make me uncomfortable. He gets off, I peel myself off the sheet and
put the bed light on. I strip the bed, wiping my cum off my stomach with
the soiled sheet and remake the bed.

We get back into bed and start to cuddle. There is a discreet knock on
the bedroom door and it opens. A head pops round. Wullie freezes in my
arms.

"Hi Dad! You're back early," I say.

"Yeah, the deal fell through, so I just came home. I saw your light on
so I thought I'd tell you I was back," he says.

"This is Wullie. He is helping build your garage. Wullie meet Dad," I
say, brightly.

"Oh naw!" is all Wullie can manage.

"He won't be here for breakfast, he has got to get up early for work," I
say.

"OK see you all in the morning," says Dad, closing the door as he
leaves.

"This isn'a really happen, is it?" Willie asks.

"Yup. That was Dad. Don't worry he is not going to kill you. He knows
that I play around with men and he doesn't mind," I say.

Wullie does not look reassured so I put out the light and begin kissing
him. Eventually we drift back to sleep.

We rise at dawn and get Wullie back to his digs in time to go to work.
At 7 the three of them arrive and begin the finishing touches to the
garage. Norman is still sulking but nearly shits himself when Dad
appears. After that Norman walks big circles around me.

Wullie is in a state of confusion about Dad and it persists even after
Dad leaves for the office. I finally get him alone and invite him to
dinner later this evening. He is gobsmacked.

When he comes in to make the tea for lunch I practically have to pull
the pants off him to get at his cock. However fear seems to be a
stimulant with him and I'm soon gulping down another of his loads.

I spend the entire day making dinner. Dad comes back just in time to see
the builders before they leave. He is satisfied with their work and
gives Ben a cheque for the balance of the payments. They pile into the
pickup and leave.

I go round and pick up a very reluctant Wullie and drag him back for
dinner. It starts out with Wullie being very stiff and formal. However
red wine is not Wullie's usual tipple and he doesn't appear to realise
that its alcoholic content is a lot higher than beer. Soon he is more
relaxed and chatting quite animatedly.

He does freeze when I suggest that it is time for bed, considering ho
much sleep we lost last night through his quest for nocturnal nooky. Dad
just laughs and we go upstairs.

 "I canna dae it wi' yer faither in the hoose," Wullie says, when I go
for his cock.

"He doesn't mind, he's not like normal dads," I reassure Wullie.

"It's no right," he insists.

"Honestly, he expects us to muck about. You're probably comparing him to
your own Dad," I say.

"I dinna ken whey ma Dad is," Wullie confesses.

Woops! I have an uncanny knack of putting my foot in it with Wullie. He
doesn't seem to want to discuss it further so we start to cuddle. Alas
cuddling me is a dangerous occupation and soon he is as hard as a rock.
I hate to see a perfectly good stiffy go to waste, so I go down on him.

I like doing a nice slow blow job and at the moment there is no rush. I
play with his balls for a while until they retract against the base of
his cock. I slide a finger back between his buns and begin to finger his
ring. He doesn't protest so I take my mouth off his cock and begin to
lick his nuts. He grunts. I begin to move back and now I'm licking the
him just behind his balls.

He actually parts his legs which I take as an open invitation to rim
him. Just after I start he moves again. I'm now on my back and he is
straddling my face. I watch in the gloom as he lowers his bum onto my
face. I spread his buns and start rimming him.

There is no talk of how disgusting it is, he just enjoys the sensation
of my tongue working its way into him. He starts jacking himself off. I
get ready to move as I know how close he is. In the end it goes as if we
had rehearsed it for months.

"Right!" says Wullie, and he lifts up off my face.

I scoot up the bed and just manage to get my mouth round the head of his
cock as first rope of cum shoots out. The force with which he jets his
load out still thrills me. One second my mouth is empty, the next its
full of his thick gooey cum. The next one hits as hard as the first.
Wullie is making quiet grunts every time he shoots. I keep gobbling it
down until he is reduced to a dribble.

He sits on my chest, his cock still in my mouth. I look up at his
muscular chest and then on to his face. His eyes are closed but he is
smiling. Gently I press on his tummy and with a sigh he lets go and I
drink my fill.

What happens next knocks me for six. He reverses his position and goes
for what appears at first to be a 69. However I get presented with his
ring, which I instantly go for while he takes my cock in his mouth!

Now rimming him while he sits on my face really turns me on. But knowing
that my cock is the first that he ever sucked drives me wild. I'm
determined to savour the moment and make it last. Wullie has other ideas
and begins to play with my balls.

Next I feel his finger enter me. It wriggles around gently probing. I
think it is by accident that he finds my prostate. I of course give the
game away by reacting. Wullie now begins to massage my prostate and. Try
as I might, I can't stop him from making me cum. I feel the seed being
drawn from my cock and the bastard doesn't stop until he has drained
every last drop. He moves off me and lies down beside me. I snuggle down
in his arms.

"It didna taste as bad as I thought," he says.

I kiss him full on the lips and we go into a right spit swapper.

"An' noo I've got a bit o' you inside me forever," he whispers in my ear
when we come up for air. Then sleep claims us.

This getting up at dawn to take him to work has its compensations. I've
never sucked a guy's cock while he was trying to shave. Amazingly enough
he manages to avoid cutting himself, but stops when he has his orgasm.

"Right ya wee bugger, noo yer in for it," he says, and wrestles me to
the floor.

I get my face between those nice muscular buns and go for his ring,
expecting a rerun of last night. But something is going on. There is a
warm wet feeling all over my groin.

"Noo lay verrra still or there might be a terrrrible accident," he says.

I feel a gentle scraping on my belly, just above my cock. Shit! He is
shaving me. I try to protest but he has trapped my face between his
buns. I dare not wriggle in case he cuts me. I'm powerless to stop him.
My little pubic bush is going and I've only had it a few years. God I
can see trouble in the changing room at school. A 17-year-old, as bald
as a baby.

He finishes and wipes me off with a face cloth. I'm as hard as a rock
and now he starts playing with it. This time I let it go without any
warning and he curses as it hits him in the face. He gets off and I
stand up. I'm not sure which sight is the most entertaining. His cum
covered face or my naked crotch.

He admires his handiwork and I clean up the mess that I made on his
face. Then we get back to the task of getting him ready for work.

The rest of the week passes with Wullie too frightened of Dad to fuck
me. God alone knows why. Well, I mean if Dad walks in and finds his only
child being porked by a randy Scot, is he going to be more offended than
if he caught me blowing him?

So a lot of the time in bed is devoted to kissing and cuddling. Odd
that. I like doing it, but it has never been a real substitute for a
good fuck before. But I like just lying in his arms. They are so big and
strong and protective. Every morning he shaves me. It is weird and him
keeping me naked down there gives me a funny sort of high. It somehow
makes me his property.

It is Friday evening and we have had a shower. We're walking back to my
room only wearing towels round out waists. I start some horseplay and in
the tussle we lose our towels. Dad comes out of his room to see what the
noise is all about and we're caught naked!

We are both slightly sexually aroused, well we were just before Dad
turned up, so we are both slightly erect. Dad makes a strange gurgling
sound in his throat when he cops what Wullie is equipped with and then
sees my naked crotch and goes a bit bug eyed. We make a dive for my room
and fall about laughing as soon as we get the door closed.

Finally it is Saturday and Dad is off for a golfing weekend. For that
read "doing business on the hoof" so Wullie gets up enough courage to
fuck me.

I'm trying to clean the house, Wullie is trying to get into my pants.
Considering how reluctant he has been since Dad came home the change is
amazing.

"Come on, let me get it up ye. Ye ken ye love bein' fucked," says my
little Romeo.

Such honeyed words. How can I possibly refuse him? So we head upstairs
to the bedroom. Oops, a problem. I've stripped the bed and put the
sheets in the washing. Wullie is all for doing it on the floor but I
suddenly have a better idea. I go to the cupboard, get out a plastic
sheet and have him help me spread it over the mattress. He begins to
look a bit worried. Well, given some of my kinky habits I can hardly
blame him. But today's little jaunt will not be as bad as he thinks.

"Strip!" I say, "I want you stark bollock naked when I get back."

As he strips I head for the bathroom. Yup I'm in luck there is a full
bottle there, I pick it up and return. My lusty young Scot is naked,
rampant and ready to go. I strip off, jump on the bed and beckon him to
join me. I open the bottle and begin to smear its contents, baby oil,
all over him. As soon as he is covered from head to toe he does the same
to me.

Now we lay down, me on top of him and I begin to slither around. It is
very sensual and he is obviously enjoying it.

"Do you still want to fuck me, Wullie," I ask.

"Aye, too right I do," he says, eagerly.

"Well, the first little problem is, getting it in!" I say, wriggling
about on his stomach.

Now the tussle begins in earnest. He soon catches on to the idea that he
cannot grab me, I just slither away. We wrestle for ages as he gets more
sexually frustrated. Finally he manages to get on top of me. We struggle
some more then he has me face down on the plastic. Now he tries to get
it in, but I'm far too quick for him.

I taunt him mercilessly as he attempts to hold me still. Oops! He has
finally found a grip that he can hold me in. His arms are up my chest
and hooked over my shoulders. His grip is tightening and he is lining
his cock up on the crack of my bum.

I feel him thrust and my buns are parted. At this point it will be
painful for me if he gives another thrust and misses the target, so I
line my ring up on the head of his cock. With a grunt the second thrust
comes and I'm speared. He pauses to catch his breath so I start fighting
to get free.

"Oh no ye dinna," he says, holding me fast, "I'm in ye and I dinna come
oot till I've finished wit I went in tae dae."

I keep wriggling until he starts fucking me properly. Wow, this is
great! Being held down and my arse reamed out by a hot Scot who won't
take no for an answer.

Now I lie still and let him have the free run of my arse and boy does he
make good use of it. He's using those long strokes that use the full
length of his manhood. God, when he fucks you, you stay fucked. Quietly
I begin to match his thrusts and now I can hear his orgasm approach as
his breathing begins to become erratic.

"Fuck me hard, Wullie," I say, and the thrusts get significantly
stronger. Suddenly he's cuming and I can feel his cock go wild in my
guts. He's really ramming it into me, and I want it to last forever. He
slows down and I almost want to weep. Before he even stops I can feel
his magnificence begin to wilt.

We now lie is an oily, sweaty heap. To think just a few brief days ago
he had never fucked anyone and now he can perform like an expert.

After an age he rolls off me, pulling out at the same time. I now really
feel empty. We cuddle for a while and I fondle his cock and balls. But
it is no use, he really put his back into that last session and his cock
remains limp.

Experimentally I massage his buns and try to get a finger in. He rolls
over on his face and spreads his legs. Does he mean what I think he
means?

"If you lie like that, Wullie, I'm liable to slip you a length," I say.

He doesn't say anything but he grips my finger with his ring and gives
it a squeeze. I slide onto his back and wriggle around until my cock
finds its way between his buns. His hand now guides me to his back door
and my cock slithers into him.

His meaty buns feel great pushed into my groin and I just lie there
inside him enjoying the moment. Fighting him has used up most of my
energy, but I have enough left for a nice slow fuck. It is a wonderful
feeling, a grown man beneath me, lying there letting me fuck him.

Suddenly I have to grip him tightly as my moment is upon me. The
thrusting now becomes more urgent as I squirt my seed into his guts as
hard as I can.

The only trouble with a good slither is washing the damned stuff off
again. It takes a really hot bath and loads of soap. But, there again,
if you find the body you are washing as attractive as I find Wullie's,
then even that can be fun.

So the weekend went off just fine and Wullie doesn't seem so inhibited
around Dad after he returns. He'll even sit beside me on the settee when
Dad is in the house. Now he has his arm round me, I like it.

I've just got back from taking Wullie back to his digs. Dad is waiting
for me. Unusual.

"James, I think we had better have a father to son talk," he says.

The use of "James" is worrying. He only ever uses James when he is
serious. He goes into his office and I follow him. I'll bet it is about
Wullie.

"It's about young Wullie," he says.

My heart drops.

"Yes?" I say, in as neutral a voice as I can.

"Well, the school year is starting soon and you can't be getting up this
early then," he says.

I nod.

"You like him a lot?" he says.

"He's different from all the others,' I say.

"Yes, I saw that," says Dad, "part man - part horse."

This makes me giggle.

"Was it him that shaved you?" he asks.

I blush furiously and nod.

"Why?"

"I was - er - mucking about with him when he was shaving, so he sat on
me and shaved me," I say. I try not to have secrets from Dad.

"It'll itch like hell when it grows back," he warned.

"How do you know?" I ask, slyly.

"Although you seem to forget, I was once your age too, and did silly
things," he says, grinning.

"It won't itch, he shaves me every morning," I say.

"What would you do if I said that I never wanted you to see him again?"
he asks, in a very cold voice.

"NO!"

The reply is out of my lips before I realise. My heart is racing. Panic
is setting in. Never see Wullie again? This can't be happening. Dad
likes him.

"Relax, it was just a hypothetical question, to see your reaction. Now
let's put another one. How would you like to spend the rest of your
life?" he asks.

"Wrapped in his arms." I say. "With that cock of his up my arse," I add
mentally.

"Yup, you've got all the symptoms all right."

"Symptoms? I'm not ill," I say.

"It is a form of madness that afflicts the lucky ones during their
lives. You let him shave off your pubic hair. You are in his company as
much as you can. You are going at it like a couple of bunny rabbits. You
would have the greatest difficulty facing life without him. In simple
words, you are in love," he says, smiling.

I know that I'm sitting with my mouth open. I really should shut it but
my mind is in too much of a turmoil. I'm making noises but I don't think
that they are words.

"So it would be a lot easier, not to mention cheaper, if young Wullie
moved in. He seems to be housebroken and although he also mimics a horse
in the amount of food that he eats, I think we can afford it," he says.

I'm hugging and kissing Dad. It is a good job he's straight or we might
get done for incest.

"How come I didn't know?" I ask, when he pulls me off him.

"Oh the first time round, it always comes as a surprise. Some people
don't even recognise the symptoms when it happens again," he explains,
gently.

"I'll ask him tonight," I promise.

We have just finished dinner and I have got Wullie alone in my room.
This puzzles him as we usually watch the News on TV about now.

"Dad and I had a talk about you this morning," I say.

Wullie looks worried.

"He thinks that you should move in with us," I say, sparing him any
discomfort.

"Whit?" asks Wullie.

"You, me, live together, save on your rent," I say.

"He said that?" says Wullie.

"He also said something else," I say.

"Whit?"

"He pointed out that we are in love," I say, watching him closely.

"WHIT!?"

"In love, as in lovers, partners in life," I say, trying to clear up his
confusion.

"Bit, laddies canna fall in love wi other laddies," he exclaims.

"A short while back you didn't think that laddies could suck other
laddies cocks," I say.

"That's different," he says, stubbornly.

"OK here's the acid test. What would you say if I told you that I never
wanted to see you ever again?" I ask.

"NAW!" he shouts.

"Good, you passed with flying colours," I say, pulling him onto the bed
and getting into his arms.

Now there is no need to talk, we kiss and snuggle up to each other
instead. I'm in Heaven. Gradually we work our way round to sex. The
clothes come off bit by bit. When we are naked we end up in a 69 and
begin pleasuring each other's cocks.

Now I'm being placed face down, bum up on the bed. Oh goody, I'm going
to get fucked. But wait, he can't be, he is! I feel my buns being parted
and his stubble begins to tickle as he kisses my ring. My God he's got
his tongue right in me!

He stops and prepares to mount me. For the first time he enters me
slowly and gently. Bit by bit I feel him fill me. I sigh contentedly.

"Part man - part horse," I say, dreamily.

"Aye," he whispers in my ear, "an' ye love every inch o' it, don't ye?"

"Wullie, I love you body and soul," I say.

He fucks my slowly and with a new gentleness. It makes a change from the
usual intense fuck. I lie, revelling in the feeling of a man using my
arse for his pleasure.

"I'm cumin'," he whispers in my ear.

Not that he needs to tell me. The all too familiar and delightful
feeling of his weapon discharging in my back passage is making me shiver
with happiness.

He rolls us both over. Now I'm lying on his stomach, facing the ceiling.
He is still inside me. He spits on his hand and uses it to jack me off.
His cock might just have shot, but it is not soft yet and he makes
fucking motions, driving it over my prostate.

I make no effort to fight it. If my lover wants me to shoot, I shoot. I
watch the white arc start from the eye of my cock and end on my chest.
It feels warm.

Reluctantly we part, shower, dress and go downstairs to see Dad.

"Dad, Wullie has accepted your kind offer and he's moving in with us," I
say.

Dad just grins. We sit on the settee and watch the News. Wullie puts his
arm round me and we snuggle up. I think that I'll just spend the rest of
my life like this.

The End.

My thanks to Karl for editing this piece and pointing out the mistooks.

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