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I suppose that before we start I should describe myself. OK I'll be the first to admit that there is, as they so coyly used to put it a "touch of the tar brush" in me. I have fairly dark skin, my hair is black and my features are slightly Negroid. Some of my family were "out in the colonies" way back when and I think that there was a minor slip up.
I am also about 6 foot 9, but I'm in proportion, not long, thin and built on the lines of a lamppost. If I am built on the lines of anything, then it is the lines of a brick shithouse. I am neither ugly nor pretty, but when I smile at least I don't scare young children.
I have always been big even as a kid. No one has ever tried to bully me and I've never had anyone try to pick a fight with me. As a result I tend to be known as the "Gentle Giant". As I said I'm built to proportion, so my cock, whom I call Ole George, is on large side and is uncut. He also has a mind of his own and keeps getting me into trouble
In bed I tend to be a Top, however if you can hold me down long enough, you can fuck me, but it carries a price, as we may see.
Once I used to like family gatherings. Our extended family is not super rich, but most of them are either professionals, lawyers, doctors and the like, or small businessmen. So formal gatherings tend to be fun affairs, and it was at one of these that my sex life really started.
Somewhere in England about the mid '60s
Great Grandma Hutchinson had made it to 100. So a gala blow out was organised. A small hotel had been totally booked for the weekend by the family and we all descended on it.
Our branch of the family arrived early and at first I thought that my sister and I had been given a room each. Alas this was not the case. I had to share with my cousin Michael and my sister with his sister. They arrived just behind us.
Now Michael and I, although we got along all right and lived reasonably close, seldom saw each other. At this time I had just got over puberty. The voice had dropped, Ole George had some hair round his base but had yet to reach his full size and I had had the pubertal growth spurt so than I was now not only taller than my classmates but larger than some of the teachers too,
One quick look at Michael, the heavier set to him and the much more pronounced eyebrows, told me that he too had gone through the change and was no longer really a boy, but half way to being a man.
After a brief chat we decided on who was having which side of the bed, put our things away and went down to join in the festivities.
Great Grandma Hutchinson was wheeled in and we all got our chance to shout at her, she's been as deaf as a post since she was 90. Five generations of the family, if you count a babe in arms, all together. Real boring stuff for a pair of 15-year-olds.
Eventually we moved into the dining room and dinner was served. For the first time in my life a glass of red wine was put in front of me. I noticed that Michael got one too. Gee we were growing up.
I tasted the wine. Yuck it was terrible. It was the first alcohol that had ever passed my lips and I hated it. As it turns out it was not the glass of wine that was bad, I just don't like alcohol. However I did notice that the contents of my glass were going down. Down Michael's throat, if you must be exact.
So by the time the tables were cleared away and the dance band set up, young Michael was on the outside of double rations of booze and looking ever so slightly the worse for wear. I decided that perhaps a strategic retreat and an early bed might be a good idea. I suggested this to Michael and almost fell over when he agreed.
Once we were back in the room the reason for his ready acceptance was easily seen. The bugger had pinched most of a bottle of red wine and stashed it in our room.
About this point I became aware that some sort of game was being played. The trouble was, I was too naive to know what the game was and what the rules were. The air between us was charged, something was happening but I didn't know what! It was like watching dogs play. The one who knows the game, barks, runs a little way, turns round and is disappointed to find that his friend is standing there looking at him in a bewildered fashion.
We began to get ready for bed and we were both in our underwear when the horseplay started. We were wrestling on the bed, I was putting up only a token resistance and so Michael was on top when it happened.
He sort of twisted round and he was suddenly between my legs. He pushed his crotch into mine and made mock fucking motions. To tell the truth, Ole George worked it all out before I did, and he began to rise to the occasion.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Fucking you so you'll have my baby", he said.
Something inside me clicked and I rolled him over until the positions were reversed, that felt much better. He offered no resistance at all. In fact he made encouraging motions with his hips to get things moving. Ole George was getting very excited about this turn of events.
"Gosh you've got a big one", he said, the drink loosening his tongue, "Can I see it?"
For some reason this seemed to be a reasonable request. So I rolled over and lay spread-eagle on the bed allowing him to help himself.
He took his time, first looking at Ole George who was pretending to be a tent pole in my briefs. Then very gently caressing him through the thin material. Ole George loved every second.
Eventually he slid his fingers under the waistband and slipped it down and allowed Ole George to pop out. "It is big", he gasped. "Wow and you have got loads of hair too. Somehow my underwear got totally removed and Michael settled down between my thighs to admire my manhood.
His gentle grasp slowly became a gentle jack off. Ole George was just about thrusting up into his hand with excitement. Michael stopped, spat on his hand and used that to lubricate the jacking off. Ole George took over, I just got to lie there and watch.
After a couple of minutes he asked, "Do you like that?"
Ole George made my head nod vigorously.
"Wanna try something better?"
My natural instincts were to be cautious as I was in totally unknown territory, but Ole George pulled the strings that made my head nod again. What occurred next I did not believe was happening to me. Michael leaned forwards, pulled back my foreskin and took Ole George right into his mouth!
Before I could really react he began moving his tongue all over Ole George's head. Ole George had never been in somewhere warm and wet before and Michael's tongue was performing like a bucket of worms. I wanted to stop him but I couldn't get my arms interested in moving his head away. Ole George started sliding in and out of Michael's mouth.
I will admit that at this point I was not exactly capable of holding an intelligent conversation, but I was making an interesting range of gurgling noises. Ole George's movements were getting more frantic and I muttered something about it might be better if we stopped. Michael made negative noises and if anything put more effort into it.
Fortunately everyone else was two floors below on the dance floor because I suddenly felt that the world needed to know that I was about to blow. "I'm coming!" I screamed and right on cue Ole George exploded in Michael's mouth.
My actual sex life had started a year ago when I jacked myself off. That first orgasm had shook me to the core. I had never experienced anything like it in my life. Since then there had been a lot of orgasms but none had been as good as the first, it had been a 10. Until Michael put his mouth to work, that was an easy 15. I just floated on a euphoric cloud while it felt like Michael was sucking the life out of me. I just let him drink his fill.
By the time I came down Michael was sitting on the edge of the bed washing my cum down his throat with a swig of red wine straight from the bottle. Ole George was lying limp on my belly and quietly oozing cum. Every so often he'd twitch and a blob of cum would weakly shoot out. I was whacked.
Michael put down the bottle and slid into my arms. He felt nice and cuddly there. I hugged him without speaking. I felt his lips brush my cheek and thought that felt OK. When his lips brushed mine it still felt OK. When he kissed me it didn't feel OK it felt great, then that damn tongue of his got in my mouth and the next few minutes breathing seemed to be optional.
After a while we came up for air and Michael began to probe my sex life. He seemed most disappointed that I had never had a girl. It appears that he hadn't had one himself and was wanting to pick my brain on the subject. Boy did he ever come knocking at the wrong door.
When I revealed the true extent of my ignorance he didn't seem to be too put off by it. He just wriggled around in my arms and it felt OK. After about 20 minutes of kissing and cuddling he straightened out on top of me and guided my hands down to his waist and led them under the waistband of his briefs and on to his buns. They felt kind of nice and I began massaging them. This caused Ole George to stir from his slumber.
"Do my buns feel good?", asked Michael.
I nodded and made an animal noise deep in my throat.
"You fancy fucking me?", he asked coyly.
Woops! That one threw me. Michael was running way ahead of me. I was still dealing with the fact that I had just shot my load in his mouth and he had swallowed it. Now he was wanting fucked. I wasn't ready for all this at one go. I wanted to stop, discuss it and most of all think about it. Ole George on the other hand thought it was a terrific idea and lost no time in getting ramrod stiff again.
About here I got sidelined in the game, Michael and Ole George just played on while I watched. First Michael stripped off his underwear then lubed Ole George up with loads of spit. Next he straddled my waist and positioned himself with Ole George between his buns. "Now very gently!", he cautioned as he slowly lowered himself onto Ole George.
I was totally spellbound. The feeling of my manhood sinking slowly into that warm moist tube that was my cousin's ass defied description. Something felt just a bit wrong about it all. I tried to fuck him but it was an awkward movement. Eventually a little light came on inside my head and I grabbed him and rolled us both over.
Now I was on top. His ankles were round my ears. That felt a lot better. I could move my hips much more easily. I gently pushed Ole George all the way in. Michael gasped and Ole George took over again. My hips moved him in and out of my cousin. Ole George decided when he needed to go deep and when he needed to go shallow.
I must hand it to Ole George he certainly knew his job. He stoked Michael's tight little ass as if he had been doing it all his life.
However all good things must come to an end and the way Ole George was pumping I could sense that end approaching fast. Michael must have also seen it coming because he spat on his hand and started jacking himself off. He really went at it and came just before me. Feeling him writhe beneath me, his hot cum spraying onto my chest and his ring jerking on Ole George was the icing on the cake and this orgasm was another one for the record books. Pumping my seed into another guy was something else.
By the time was had disentangled our bodies, got cleaned up, Michael had taken another swig at the bottle and we were back in bed we were both ready to sleep. So we wrapped ourselves in each others arms, put out the light and dropped off.
About 3 am I woke from a fantastic dream only to find Ole George had got himself half way down Michael's throat again. Again I lay there and let Michael suck me off. Apparently he had felt horny in the night, Ole George had been rampant and willing so they had started without me.
In the morning I decided that I had better find out what it felt like to suck another boy's cock. For some reason Michael wouldn't let me and I had to pin him to the bed and suck him anyway. In the end he went wild. God I was so naive in those days. It took several goes before I discovered that Michael got a kick out of being forced into sex.
However before we left the hotel room we had finally got our roles sorted out, let's say that mine was Tarzan, and become firm friends.
But that is how we stayed, friends. We never became lovers and there was no jealousy between us if one of us had a jump with a third party, in fact we used to compare notes and try out anything we learned.
So Michael became a willing test bed for me to try things out on. It took me a while to notice that most of the things that I became so eager to try our actually originated from Michael's suggestions.
By the time I was really a man, Michael had me fully educated; then he discovered girls. Shit.
Somewhere in England about the mid 70s
These days I hate any family gathering but, of late, weddings have become worse than most. My mother is convinced that I have reached the "marrying age" and keeps pushing eligible girls on me. Naturally any wedding makes her ten times worse.
Since I am young, own a small company, drive a late model car and dress sharply, she is convinced that I either run a string of girls or sell drugs. Alas my source of income is much more mundane, I design and outfit computer rooms. I don't actually get my hands dirty but I oversee all the work. I do a first class job and my company gets well paid for it. In turn my company supplies me with the car and several other goodies, as well as enough to live on.
Yes I'm ripe for the picking, there is only one little problem, Ole George and I don't like girls, we like boys. Oh we did try girls a couple of times, they were all right but not as good as the real thing.
This was my cousin Michael's wedding. A real pisser. I was very sad to see him throw his life away just for the sake of a wife and children.
This was the trouble with growing up. All my childhood bedmates it turned out were "going through a phase" when I bedded them, I wasn't. Now they were all leaving that bit of their lives behind them and and getting married.
In the church I had just about made Michael die as he came down the aisle with his new bride on his arm. One smouldering look from me brought back all those wild romps in the hay in vivid detail.
Ah yes Michael and I had a lot of fond memories. but alas that was all they were, just memories. We moved out of the church and stood around looking spare as the dreaded wedding photos were taken. Fortunately being only a cousin of the groom I was quickly sidelined as the photos closed in on the immediate family.
One young lad caught Ole George's attention. Not even a penguin suit could completely hide his body. He was blond, quite small, well, at my height I see a lot of males as small, his body was very dense, muscular, he had a round face and a very interesting looking butt. I resolved to see more of that butt than his formal suit permitted. Ole George on the other hand wanted to know what the inside of that butt felt like. I had to concentrate otherwise our joint interest would soon begin to show.
His position in the line up put him on the bride's side of the family. As the group being photographed was winnowed down it became obvious that he was directly related to the bride, I speculated that he was the bride's younger brother.
At the reception he was on the top table and I couldn't get near him. But I'm patient and eventually the meal was over, my mother had stopped bending my ear about girls, so as Michael led his bride onto the dance floor I zeroed in on her brother. Well it sort of keeps things in the family as it were.
I found him propping up the bar with a drink in his hand looking totally bored. I quietly ordered myself a tonic water and ice. This is a useful looking drink if you are like me, teetotal. One vice, men, is enough for me. So glass in hand and quietly sipping I moved into his line of sight. To my total surprise he noticed me right away.
Now at this point I will take a little time out to explain something. Most straight guys are "asleep". In that, unless you actually stare at them, or in some other way make it blatantly obvious that you fancy them, they never notice that you are checking them out. However my little victim had noticed me right away, before I had even started. This was odd.
There were several possible explanations. The first was of course total coincidence. This was easily checked out, I moved my position. His interest followed me. So, no coincidence.
Next possibility was he was gay. Another easy one to check out, make direct eye contact and see what happens. There are normally just two results from this. If he is straight, mild confusion, as I will come across as someone who knows him but he has forgotten my face. Then breaking the contact quickly will end the matter. On the other hand if he was gay then he would know exactly what was happening and the game could begin.
We made eye contact just as he was taking a sip from his beer. The result was quite startling! The beer must have been just going over his throat when the shock hit him. He must then have gulped at the wrong moment because he coughed and spluttered and beer began to come out of his nose.
One of the ways I have been successful in this life is to jump on an opportunity the instant it happens. So before he could recover I was standing beside him attentively offering a hanky and asking if it had gone down the wrong way.
A few moments later he was tidied up and able to speak coherently again. He handed me back my hanky, thanked me and the look that he gave me was like that of a younger child wanting to play with older children. He was skating on very thin ice, and we hadn't even introduced ourselves.
I discovered that my supposition was correct, he was the bride's brother. His name was Johnstone, but everyone called him John. He was a first year medical student. The lowest of the low in the medical profession, just below floor cleaners.
In return he discovered that my name was Nick, I was a cousin of the groom and I owned a company. As usual the last one threw him slightly. Being built like a brick shithouse most people think I'm some sort of athlete. Finding that I use my brains rather than my brawn to make a living usually confuses people who don't know me.
One of my abilities is to read body language. This is handy as I am hopeless at all other human languages, other than English. It allows me to see what people are really wanting to say as opposed to what actually comes out of their mouths.
John's mouth was wittering inanities, his mind knew this but seemed unable to stop the flow, his body on the other hand was just screaming for attention. His gaze flicked across my crotch area too much. Yup he actually fancied me, so I just let him witter on, and made sure his glass never got empty. Alcohol is so useful in seduction. Time passed.
Eventually he wound down. Now the conversation lagged slightly. He instantly became worried. He thought that he had bored me and I was going to get rid of him. I let him panic for a while.
I had noticed that, like me, he didn't smoke, by now the air was getting blue from those who did. I hate smoky rooms and I could see that it was getting to him. The bride and groom were just departing and we moved over to the door to see them off. I could see was also just drunk enough to have some of his inhibitions suppressed so I suggested slipping out to somewhere with cleaner air.
He looked up at me with a strange mixture of hope and fear on his face and asked, "Where?"
Taking advantage of the crush of waving people by the door, I slid my hand under the tails of his coat, squeezed his buns, and whispered, "My place." in his ear. Fortunately this time he was not taking a drink when I struck.
Taking advantage of the drink and his state of shock I had him in my car and on his way to my place in less than a minute. In fact we actually made it out of the car park before the bride and groom. Their departure provided a perfect distraction from ours.
I drive an automatic. This is for one reason, and one reason only, you can drive single handed. The drink and fresh air were now getting to him and as I slid my arm round his body he slid across the bench seat and snuggled up against me. It made me feel all butch and protective. It also made me want to fuck the ass off him. Ole George was all for pulling over and having him in the back seat, but I drove on.
I live, and work from, what had been a farm. The farmhouse is still accommodation but the outbuildings are now where I run my company from. I have my own computer room, well why have a dog and bark yourself, my computer actually does all the calculation for my designs. The entire complex is heated and cooled from an industrial air conditioner plant of the type I recommend for my customers. So my home is, miles from anywhere, and set at 23 C summer and winter. Fortunately farms come with a heavy duty 3 phase electrical supply.
I parked the car in the garage and the garage door closed automatically behind me. I got out, unlocked the door to my house then got John out of the car. He was so groggy that he wasn't too sure what was happening to him until he was sitting on my sofa. I could have taken him straight to the bedroom but that might just have been rushing things.
Though I might not drink myself I do keep quite a decent stock at home, it comes in handy at times like this. Soon he was sitting looking delightfully dishevelled in his formal clothes holding on to a glass as if it was the only thing in the world that he understood.
"Why am I here?", he asked. An honest question I had to admit so I decided it deserved an honest answer.
"You found me attractive and wanted to be alone with me", I answered.
He took a thoughtful sip from his glass. "I've never mucked about with another guy before." he said.
I just grinned. I know how good my white teeth look against the dark skin of my face.
"I have no idea what I should be doing.....", he sort of dribbled off with a helpless gesture.
As way of reassuring him I said, "Oh don't worry it is not that much different from doing it with a girl." To a certain extent this was true. What I was going to be doing would not be that much different, however what would be being done to him was something else all together.
There was a long pause, his body language said he was gathering courage, so I patiently waited until he was ready. It all came out in a rush, as a single word. "I've-never-done-it-with-a-woman-either"
For the first time I was knocked off balance. Shit! I had given up bedding male virgins a long time ago. They tended to be a real pain. Female virgins might have some attractions but their male counterparts tended to be frightened and very easily shocked. This meant moving very slowly and gently, neither of which I'm very good at. I tend to be impulsive.
I must have paused too long before he started speaking again, "What do we do first?", he asked.
My mind was not fully on the question and I gave a flip answer, "Well undressing is normally a good start."
Sadly I watched him try to struggle out of his hired suit. In his condition it was pitiful. So I assisted him and soon he was buck naked in front of me.
He was a bear!
Now by that I do not mean he was a more mature man complete with a beard, beer belly and some body hair. He was just hairy all over. I have never seen a blond with so much body hair. Chest, back, legs, even his ass was covered in hair. Shit with him I could go in for bestiality without even having to leave the human race.
He suddenly panicked and went red. I grabbed him and held him close. He held me like a man holds on to the mast of a ship in a gale and softly began to sob. "I'm sorry. I hate it too, but I've been like this since I was 15. I hate undressing in front of people, they always make fun of me."
I spent some time reassuring him that I found all this hair sexy. Ole George spent the time wondering what it would feel like going through all that hair to find the hole. Eventually I got them both calmed down.
By now I was beginning to feel a heel. I was a wolf. I was sober. My prey was drunk, naked and totally out of his depth. What was even worse he trusted me. Shit, even I didn't trust me! Mind you, his furry butt did feel wonderful in my hands and he seemed to like me caressing it. Don't even ask what Ole George was planning.
I picked him up, took him to the bathroom, sat him down and stripped off in front of him. His eyes said that he thought he had died and gone to heaven, his cock, uncut, 6 inches if you must know, screamed its interest in my undressing. Soon he could see all that God, and three nights a week working out had given me.
"Like it?", I asked flexing my muscles and grinning.
He nodded. "What do we do now?", he asked in a vague sort of way.
It was fairly obvious that there was going to be no fighting over who was leading this show. "We shower", I said stepping into the shower and adjusting the taps. When it was spraying warm I beckoned him and he came to me.
I trapped his stiff little cock between my thighs and let mine slowly harden up against his belly. Now I know Ole George is on the large side, but I've run across bigger cocks on other guys. Obviously John had never seen any of them, well naked at least. He backed off slightly, looked down at Ole George and said, "Christ!" in a way that did not come across as religious.
"Meet Ole George", I said. Ole Gorge twitched affectionately against he stomach and John shivered from top to toe.
"Can I ask a question?", he was acting nervous again and it was time to be reassuring.
"Listen little one. You can ask any question, on any subject, at any time and I will do my level best to give you an answer that you will be able to understand." I answered, stroking his buns in what I hoped was a comforting manner.
"What exactly do two guys do together?", he managed to get out.
"Suck, fuck, kiss, that sort of thing." OK I know we do one hell of a lot more, but I was just covering the basics, I was leaving the fun stuff until later.
His body stiffened against mine, oo-er a problem!
"Kissing!", the word was not exactly said in an approving way, in fact down right hostile would be an accurate description.
Now this is what I mean about male virgins. I had just suggested oral sex, reaming his ass out and he takes exception to kissing. For some reason another male's lips touching his is going to make his balls drop off? He must be very unsure of his masculinity. The first inhibition of the evening had raised its ugly head, now to zap it instantly.
I grinned, doing the white teeth bit again. "See these lips?" I asked.
He looked at my face and nodded uncertainly.
"Well they are very soft and feel nice." I said getting a grip of the back of his head with one hand. and holding him against me with the other.
I could see from the look on his upturned face that he knew what was coming next. Fear was in his eyes and he tried to break away but my grip was pretty good and I seriously outweighed him.
My lips gently brushed his tightly closed lips. I nuzzled him gently. His lips relaxed slightly as my tongue ran across them. He relaxed a little more so my tongue darted between his lips and ran round the outside of his teeth. It took over a minute to get on the inside of his teeth but even before they parted I could feel his body relax as he gave in to the assault. As he relaxed I slackened my grip on his head as it was no longer needed, his lips were glued to mine.
Soon I was exploring the inside of his teeth and he began to suck on my tongue. By the time we broke for air we both knew what the inside of each others mouth felt like and any inhibition that he had about kissing men was as dead as a doornail. Some would say I debauched the lad, I say I educated him. In any event, he now had one hang-up less to worry him.
He stood there gulping air and looking confused. His body language said that he loved it but couldn't get the idea that it was "wrong" out of his head. Just out of devilment I grabbed his head again and this time I stuck my tongue in his right ear and reamed it out. He screamed the place down.
When everything had calmed down and all the giggling had stopped I got hold of the soap and sponge and began washing him. All in all I think I should have reached for the shampoo and used it since there was so much hair. He looked slightly perplexed until I started washing his cock and balls. Then he giggled and said, "That is the first time since I was a kid that anyone has done that."
I just grinned and said, "There are a few more `firsts' in store for you tonight." Once again he looked frightened. A couple of things were nagging at the back of my mind. The first was he was quite compliant and seemed to take orders naturally. Sort of like he liked to be led, have the decisions made for him, that sort of thing. The second was, fear for him, equalled excitement, that I could work with.
When I had finished washing him I handed the soap and sponge to him and said, "Your turn".
After a nervous start he began washing me. He washed round Ole George, but seemed to enjoy washing my butt. eventually all of me was clean except that one bit. He was kneeling on the floor of the shower, water running off him, staring at Ole George who was erect and waving before his face.
"He won't bite you", I prompted.
He would however, if he got his way, ream out your ass and explode in your mouth, but he's never bitten anyone. but I left that unsaid.
Very tentatively he got hold of Old George and gasped as he flexed in his grip. Then he slowly began to wash him, peeling back the foreskin and wiping the sponge across the glans nearly making me scream. My balls also seemed to interest him. He carefully weighed each in his hand before soaping it and rinsing it off. When he was finished he looked up at me obviously awaiting my instructions.
"Let's get dried", I said pulling him to his feet and leading him out of the shower. I dried him, then he dried me. Starting a session with a shared shower is my preference. We both get to explore each other's bodies, and my case work out the other guys hot spots, and we at least start off clean.
"Now we teach you how to get fucked." I said closely watching his face. Fear and fascination chased each other across it. I knew what was coming next so I got ready and spoke the words with him.
"I can never take anything as big as that!" we said in unison as he pointed at Ole George, who was still showing his interest in the situation.
"Actually you can, and it needn't hurt, if you do what you are told. Besides once you have experienced it, you'll want more, believe me." I tried to sound reasonable. but he looked disbelieving. Perhaps I had better give him one of my better class blow jobs just to give him something to take his mind off it.
I led him, slightly reluctantly, to bed, my bathroom leads directly off my bedroom, and laid him face up on the bed. Then I jumped onto the bed and got on my knees between his legs. But his feet on my shoulders and went down on him.
Now cocksucking is something I am really good at. Those big thick lips of mine can work wonders on a cock head, especially an uncut one. within seconds he was writhing about making thrusting motions with his hips. I stopped, well it was a bit too soon for him to cum. I pushed his legs back against his chest and held them apart. I could now see his puckered little virgin ring. Mentally I saw it as it would look when Ole George and I were finished with it and growled deep in my throat.
In one slick movement my knees went under his back, thrusting his ass in the air in front of my face and I went down on him again this time targeting his ring. Judging by his reactions it had not occurred to him that this was the spot I was aiming for.
"No! Stop it. You mustn't do that to me there!", he really sounded quite concerned.
I took my mouth of his ring just long enough to growl, "Just try to stop me.", then went back to the interesting job of trying to get my tongue inside his ring.
Give him his due he did try to escape. He hadn't noticed that I had placed him very close to the headboard when I laid him down on the bed. Now he discovered that there was no exit in that direction. Vertical was also out as I had him pinned to the bed. This also blocked sideways and if he tried to go down he would have to let my tongue into him.
As it happened he concentrated on trying to escape instead of keeping his ring tight. So whilst he was struggling my tongue won its battle and was now as far up him as I could thrust it.
The effect was magical, the struggling stopped and he started making "Ah" noises. I kept it up until he was totally under control again. When I finally came up for air he actually looked disappointed that I had stopped.
Whilst he was trying to figure out which way was up, I had the tube of KY open and my finger well lubricated. My middle finger slipped into his ring so easily, you would think it was made for it.
While he was dealing with the concept of having a finger working its way up his ass I further distracted him by returning my mouth to his cock. Everything was going nicely to plan. Within a few seconds I found his prostate with my finger, it is a sort of flat bit just behind the root of his cock. I now began a gentle massage, carefully timed to be in sync with what my mouth was doing to that cute little cock of his.
Soon he was thrashing about like an octopus having an epileptic fit. His balls ware clamped tightly against the base of his cock. His prostate was beginning to move on its own under my finger. This kid was about to blow his lot in my mouth any second.
"NO! STOP! I'M GONNA CUM!", he shouted.
Thank God I have no neighbours. I suppressed an urge to tell him he was stating the bleeding obvious and kept on pushing him towards the edge.
Now he was fighting me. Trying to get his cock out of my mouth before he shot. Of course he never had a chance. But that is a male virgin for you. Any other male just happily shoots his load in your mouth, half of them hold your head so you can't escape the load, and he is trying to "save" me from it.
His ring clamped on my invading finger, his prostate went hard and beautiful little pecker dumped his lot into my waiting mouth. I didn't let him go until I had every drop out of him. By then he was a sobbing shuddering mess.
"Feeling better now, Dear?", I inquired in a solicitous tone, gently getting a second finger inside him while he was side tracked by the after effects of an orgasm that appeared to have been somewhat shattering.
By the time he has stopped saying "Oh God" and was capable of rational conversation I had two fingers in him and they were working delicately on his ring. Well his ring was quite tight and Ole Gorge does need a bit of room to move around in.
However there is some truth in the old saying "big hands, big feet, big cock." and my hands are definitely oversized so if I can get three fingers comfortably inside a guy's ring, he is relaxed enough to let Ole George have the run of his ass. Mind you I'm talking about an experienced guy here, not a virgin. Virgins tend not to do much in the way of relaxing, unless you con them into it.
I rolled over on the bed until I was lying on my back and he was on top of me, though I still had him by the ass.
"I--I've never had one like that before. But why didn't you let me pull out in time?", he asked.
I grinned up at him. "You never had it with anyone else before, that's why. Besides I'm very good at giving blow jobs". No, I have no modesty when I discuss something I'm good at. "It is better that you discovered that way than the other way round. Rule 1. Never put a cock in your mouth unless you can cope with the thing shooting in your mouth. Besides I actually like the feeling of a guy helplessly dumping his load in my mouth, and I wanted to discover what you tasted like."
We lay and kissed for a while. Was this the same guy who was shocked at the idea of two guys kissing? Mi fingers still kept up their work on his ring.
"What are you doing now?", he asked.
"I'm slackening your ass so that it will not hurt you when I fuck you."
"You'll never get it in me, it'll split my ass", he seemed quite convinced.
"Look", I said in a reasonable voice, "Before this night is over, Ole George here is going to be inside you, right up to the short hairs, then he is going to fuck you until you walk funny, and finally, when I'm good and ready, he is going to dump my load so far up you that you might even be able to taste it. Right?"
The wave of fear made his ring grip my fingers almost as tightly as the orgasm had. He positively shuddered at my words.
"Now", I continued, in the same voice, "if you do exactly as you are told, him going in will not hurt at all. But if you try to resist him it will hurt like hell until you stop and co-operate."
Another shudder. When it subsided a third finger entered him and I began to stretch his ring in earnest.
"Look, Can't I just suck you off instead? I'll even try to let you come in my mouth if you like", he said. My little victim was having second thoughts. but it was too late now.
"Oh you can suck on Ole George as much as you like later, but first your ass is his prize." I said. Never give an inch, let them whimper, in the end they'll come round, that's what I've found.
"Please!", it was a plea, he even tried looking pleadingly into my eyes. Oh dear, he was beginning to wish he wasn't playing with the big boys now.
I suppose at this point my heart should have melted and I should have given in. Well if you want to be successful in bed you don't work that way. What in fact happened was it crossed my mind that sticking Ole George down his throat might at least stop the whining. But knowing that he would end up with a mouthful of cum and most likely not be able to cope with it yet drove that idea from my mind.
"Shit!", I said, "I wonder if my cousin is having as much trouble getting inside your big sister as I am having getting inside you?"
"Oh no, that is why they had to get married, he knocked her up. Didn't you know?", he said in that maddingly helpful way idiots have. Oh God if my mother ever found that one out.
By now my fingers had done as much as they could to ease Ole George's passage. I gently withdrew from his ass, rolled over and lifted him into position. He was now on his hands and knees, facing the headboard. I placed a couple of pillows under his chest and knocked his arms away letting him fall onto the pillows. He was now in a perfect position for his first fuck, face down, butt sticking up in the air at the right angle and just begging for it.
I sat back on my heels and greased up Ole George with KY. Then I carefully inserted the tube of KY in John's ass and squeezed the tube hard. He gasped, as well he might. A jet of cold KY where nothing cold has ever been before is quite an experience. I removed the tube and put my finger back in to spread the KY around. "Like that?", I asked.
"You're going to kill me. It's too big, It'll hurt like hell", he sobbed.
"Look", is said, rubbing my finger over his prostate, "does that feel nice?"
He squirmed for a bit and sighed, "Yes"
"Well now that is my finger doing that. Just imagine what it'll feel like when Old George rubs his head over it, and what how much better it'll feel when he slides over it as you get fucked." I said. Again my words made his ring squeeze my finger and his whole body shuddered. God he was ready for it, even if his mind wasn't too sure.
"Can't we talk about it?", he asked.
"Nope. The time for talking is over, trust me, be a good boy, shut you mouth and open your ass.", I said sliding my finger out.
I now was kneeling behind him, my legs between his so he couldn't close them on me. One of the nice points about being uncut is you can use your foreskin to help you get in to tight places.
I positioned Ole George with the foreskin pushed all the way forwards, not peeled back, against John's slackened ring and gave a gentle but firm shove forwards with my hips. I had a good grip of his hips with my hands. You should always be ready for a possible attempt to escape well before it happens.
This pushed the tip of the foreskin through his ring then Ole George just slid his head inside the kid, riding on the foreskin like a tank rides on its tracks. This move works until you run out of foreskin. It is quite gentle on a well slackened ring and John only gasped. Ole George was now sitting with his head right inside the kid and rearing to go. I let him flex a few times as a reward for being patient.
"Now did that hurt?", I asked.
"No, but could you just take it out and we can discuss it?", his voice said. His ass wiggled slipping a couple of millimetres of more of Ole George into him and said exactly the opposite. Oh well time to be a total bastard. As it was his first time it should be easy to trick him into relaxing and letting Ole George get right up him.
"Fair enough, here is what you do. Imagine you're on the toilet. Just you push Ole George out like you were having a crap", I hoped the excitement didn't get into my voice and betray me. But no, he did exactly as he was told. His ring obligingly relaxed and there was a gentle pressure on Ole George trying to push him out. One smooth, but not fast, thrust of my hips and Ole George was almost totally embedded in his ass.
"Hell's teeth. You bastard. What did you do that for?", he said, his voice rising as he realised he was now well and truly pronged.
"Too late, you're being fucked, just hold on and enjoy the ride", I said holding his hips tight while I let Ole George flex himself and straighten out the kid's guts getting him ready for a good fuck.
Now as I said Ole George was almost all the way in, there was about an inch or so of him still on the outside. John wouldn't notice that as he was too busy dealing with the bit that was already in him. However if he had bothered to look closely at Ole George when he had the chance, he would have noticed that the shaft flared out just at the root, and that was the bit that he still had to take. Later, he would discover this.
I eased back slightly and relaxed lying on top of him letting him get used to the invader. "Now, answer truthfully, did that hurt?", I asked.
There was a long pause followed by a, "Well no...."
"And does this feel good?", I twitched Ole George a couple of times.
"Yesssssss", he hissed. We were at last making progress.
"Well if you like that you are going to love feeling him shoot inside you", I said and began the fuck with slow, short strokes.
He made mewling sounds.
"Ole George hasn't had a tight young ass wrapped round him in a long time, he's loving every minute of it", I whispered in his ear. "What does it feel like to have a big cock running you ass for you?"
"Gooooood.....", he gasped.
"You want it a bit harder?", I whispered.
"Yesss...", it came from clenched teeth.
"Well you'll have to ask me", I breathed in his ear.
"Oh yes", was all he managed.
"Oh yes what?", I hissed.
"Fuck me harder, please, fuck me harder", he said.
And that was all I was waiting for. I progressively lengthened my strokes so that at the downward limit only that unused inch was left outside and on the upwards one only Ole George's head was left in. This rubbed Ole George's head and the length of his shaft over the poor boy's prostate every time. A prostate that until now had hardly even been really stimulated. It drove him wild.
So I settled down to a nice fuck, with long slow strokes. As I had said Ole George hadn't been in a tight young bum for quite some time so I let him soak in it, as it were.
Just about when I was thinking of going for gold he once more gasped. "Fuck me harder."
I speeded up and drove into him with a passion. This was how I liked it. He was getting fucked and he was begging for more.
"Fuck me HARDER! You're nearly making me cum." he screamed.
Now we were getting to the fun bit. The next minute or so would be really hectic. I got him in the "Bishop's grip", I slid my hands up his chest and ran them over his shoulders, getting a firm grasp of him as he might try to get away at the vital moment, and there was no way I was going to let that happen.
Now I moved into top gear, I was slamming into him as hard as I could. His ring began to try choke Ole George as his orgasm started. Now was the moment. With callous deliberation a drove Ole George fully home suddenly stretching his battered ring to almost twice its already expanded diameter. My hands locked on his shoulders and I held Ole George right in there.
Now at this point John was out of this mind. His orgasm was just approaching it peak, a height he had never dreamed existed, and suddenly I rammed him causing a massive sensory overload. True this was pain, but he was too far gone he didn't ever try to get away from it he just screamed and his ring milked Ole George, who finally got to blow my load.
"My God I can feel you cuming inside me", he yelled.
For once I was too busy to reply. The feeling of a young man, thrashing around with me deep inside him was taking up all my attention. I hadn't pumped so much cum into another man for years. It seemed to go on and on. Eventually I relaxed my grip and collapsed on top of him. Ole George, sated for the moment began to wilt.
We lay there in a pool of sweat I could feel his heart bounding beneath me and I could feel my heartbeat in Ole George, still encased in his ravished ass. I began to withdraw gently, all hell might break lose any moment.
"No. don't take him out. Leave him in me."
This was the first time John had referred to Ole George as a separate entity. Good progress.
"Why?", I asked, it was an unusual request in my experience.
"I want to feel him go down inside me, then I know that, despite all he has done to me, I've beaten him."
Strange people male ex-virgins. I had held him down, fucked the ass off him, and he thinks he beat me!
"Christ that was fucking fantastic", he said as his breathing returned to normal. I don't know why he was out of breath, I had been doing all the work.
"So you like being fucked?", I tried to make it casual.
"Hell, yes. You took control of me. You just used me for your own pleasure. Everything you did to me was just to make it better for you. God and at the end, when I was shooting and you forced me to take it all in one go, and there was nothing that I could do to stop you.... Shit I thought I was dying and I didn't care. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before", he blurt out.
One of the advantages of being as dark as I am, is when you blush it doesn't show. This kid was sharp. Most of them didn't work out that driving them mad with pleasure was just a ploy to get them to do what I wanted. But on the other hand, being used as the sex toy seemed to be a turn on for him. This had the possibilities of being a fun weekend.
Eventually I did get to roll off. He made about as much fuss about me taking Ole George back out as he had when I tried to get him in.
I sat there, still between his legs and looked at his ring. No longer was it a virginal little pucker. Now it hung slightly lose, KY and spent cum oozed out and was slowly making its way down his crack. Ole George had certainly left his mark on this kid.
Just to freak him out I grabbed his hips pulled his ass up to my face and rimmed him. My tongue found no resistance and I lapped at his ring until I was content. He swore a little, called me a dirty bugger, but I held him in position and he had to let me do as I wished.
Next I took him back into the bathroom, taught him how to clean himself up after being fucked and then cleaned up Ole George.
We took advantage of the comfortable temperature and returned, naked to the lounge. Sitting kissing and cuddling on the sofa. Gradually he ended up sitting on my lap with Ole George in his hand. He was like a kid with a new toy, he didn't want to be parted from it. Ole George began to rise to the occasion and John's head began to droop closer and closer.
"You only have to do that if you want to", I said, beating him to the draw.
He looked up at me with a sort of "guilty little boy" look. Then went back to his descent. He stopped an inch or so off the end of Ole George.
"Kiss him, he likes being kissed." Old George twitched in agreement making the slit on his head open wide for a second. I knew without looking that the slit would be seeping with pre-cum.
There was no point in pushing the kid, he was mine body and soul. If I now worked him at his own pace I could get him doing anything. I just lay back and let it happen.
Soon enough the warm wet lips touched and Ole George jumped. The kid giggled and kissed again.
"Lick him like he was a lollipop", I ordered and he complied.
A few minutes of careful coaching and the kid was on his knees before me with his head bobbing up and down on Ole George like he had been doing it for years. It looked neat, his pretty face trying to swallow Ole George.
Now was not the time to teach him how to deep throat and feel his cute little nose in my pubes. But I did take the time to show him how to treat a cock properly. Alas it seems he didn't know the signs that tell should have told him that the cock in his mouth was about to shoot. It was interesting to watch his face as I held his head and filled his mouth. Disbelief, then shock crossed in rapid succession.
I pulled back slightly and said, "Swallow!"
He looked worried then with a distinct effort gulped. Nothing nasty happened but Ole George was still supplying more so he gulped again without being told to. In the end he was sucking the last drops out all on his own.
He released Ole George, a bit limp by now, and sat gasping between my legs. His face was a picture of confusion. A small rivulet of my cum dribbled down towards his chin and he was breathing heavy.
But when Ole George began to drip the last of my load his head shot forwards and he never missed a drop. I sighed contentedly.
"Can I fuck you?" he asked.
It was an effort not to laugh. Oh it is not that I haven't been rolled over in the past. But usually it is someone of at least the same height and body mass that has had me face down and bum up on the bed. The kid was only half my size and he fancied being on top. Oh what the hell, it was no skin of my nose and if I had taught him how to be fucked I might as well teach him how to fuck. So I grinned, said it was OK and back to the bedroom we went.
I stopped by the side of the bed and looked at him, as if waiting for instructions.
"Do I have to kiss you there first?", he was nervous again.
"Rimming", I said, "it is called rimming and no you don't. But let me show you something that may make it easier", I said getting onto the bed and pulling him on top of me.
It was quite easy to move him into a 69 position and I began licking his nuts. He got the message and licked mine.
Gradually I worked my way back until I was licking that bit of his cock that lies just behind his balls. This I knew from earlier was one of his hot spots.
Obediently he did the same to me. We stayed there for a while as both of us were enjoying it. Then I moved even further back and began rimming him properly.
It took him a while to build up the courage to follow my actions and when his mouth touched my ring he was very tentative, but he soon learned how to do it and with a lot of encouraging noises from me he eventually wormed his tongue inside me, jeeze it felt good.
When we tired of that I carefully inspected his finger nails before rolling over onto my face. Well a jagged finger nail can rip you to pieces. I talked him through greasing up his finger with the KY and he had no trouble in getting it in to me. The little bugger went right for my prostate and started to work it over.
At that point I really should have told him that getting fucked makes me as horny as hell and I have a reputation for jumping any guy who fucks me the second that he finishes. But he seemed to be busy, so what the hell, he'd find out soon enough.
I lay there and enjoyed myself letting him work three fingers into me. Actually I could have taken him cold, on spit alone, but pointing this out might have dented his ego.
Finally the probing fingers withdrew and he lay on top of me. A bit of wiggling on my part got his cock between my buns. A little more and he was knocking at the back door.
"Push forwards now", I told him. He did it and gasped as he slid all the way in.
"Am I hurting you?", he asked.
Now there is a strange pattern here. If the guy on top of you has a dick like a donkey, he nearly always knows how to use it and never hurts you without realising it. On the other hand if the guy is less than well hung he always inquires if entering you causes pain. Shit man if he had hurt me he would be lying on the carpet by now wondering how he had got there.
"No", I answered, "you are doing fine. Don't worry, I like a rough fuck."
Fortunately for me he wasn't well hung because he took me at my word. No waiting to let me get used to it. No gentle beginning. He just started banging away like there was no tomorrow. It was strange lying face down on a bed with a hairy little guy hanging on my back humping me as hard as he could.
Well with that pace I knew he couldn't last long. Soon I felt him getting close to shooting and just the instant before he shot I raised myself onto my finger tips and toes. This arched me well clear of the bed and left him clinging to my back as he shot his lot into me. I held him off the bed until he stopped swearing and punching my back.
I dropped back to the bed, rolled him off, he was limp and unresisting. In no time at all he was back on his face with his legs spread. I spat on my hand, wiped it on Ole George and put him against the kid's ring. After that it was just point and press to get in.
"Hey! You're fucking me", he said, proving, if nothing else, he was observant.
"Yup. Getting fucked always makes me horny and someone usually gets the ass fucked off them right away", and with that as way of explanation I started driving into him.
There was no need for him to ask for me to go harder. I started the way I intended to finish. This was no lazy fuck, this was a desperate, furious fuck. I just gripped his body to mine and drove into him like my life depended on it. Every down stoke went all the way and his ring was tight round Ole George the entire time. I was crying as I shot into him for the second time that night.
I lay on top of him trembling. Shit. I had let myself go totally on a poor kid who had only been fucked once in his life before. He groaned, he was still alive.
I tentatively tried to withdraw but he gasped, "No!" So I left Ole George inside him quietly withering.
"Are you ok?", I asked.
"Oh God, I don't think I'll ever be able to walk again", he managed to say. "Do you always half kill the guy you are fucking?"
"I got a bit carried away just there", I confessed.
I held him to me and rolled over so we were both lying on our backs, him on top of me.
"Can you jack me off?", he said, flooring me again.
"But you just came", I said reaching round and finding his cock as hard as a rock.
"Yeah", was his only reply.
I spat on my hand and wrapped it round his cock, held his balls with the other hand. A nice slow gently jack off seemed to be in order. Ole George still had enough in him to provide an occasional twitch which, if the noises John made, were much appreciated.
When his balls were fully retracted I managed to get Old George interested enough to supply a few good well timed thrusts just as the kid sprayed his cum on his belly. Eventually he caught my hand and made me stop, I was knackered.
After a while we made it back to the bathroom and took turns at cleaning up. I ran a bath and we both got in it and had a good long soak.
When we got out and dried I gave him one of my T shirts, it was like a tent on him but he looked ever so appealing in it. Like a kid dressing up in adult's clothing. Then I tidied up the mess we had made.
I found him in the lounge, a glass of my best scotch in his hand, looking up at the night sky, it had been still light when we arrived but now it was completely dark, there are no street lights on a farm.
I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms round him and gave him a hug. I lifted the back of the T shirt so Ole Gorge was rubbing on his hairy back. He began to speak. It was like a child repeating something he has learned by rote, and he knows that he has to get it right to make it work.
"Star light - Star bright.
First star I see tonight.
Wish I may - Wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight."
There was a short silence as he wished. At precisely that moment someone walked over my grave. I shivered from head to toe, and the hair on the back of my neck moved all on its own. I hugged him again. He felt so right in my arms, like he belonged there, strange I had never felt like that towards someone.
"Want to know my wish?", he asked turning round in my arms and looking up at me.
"Doesn't that stop you getting your wish?", I countered.
"Nah, that bit's an old wives tale", he said grinning.
"So you really think you'll get your wish?", I asked in jest.
"Oh yes. It works every time. Mother taught me how to do it, and she's a witch so she knows what she's talking about", he said. I looked down at him, he was being serious.
"So anything you wish for, you get?", I asked, the temptation to make fun of him was growing.
He laughed, "Not exactly. First, it must be quite possible. Second, I can't make myself rich from it. But most important, I must really, truly want it."
"So what did you wish for?", might as well go all the way along with him.
"You", he said, "Forever."
That funny feeling started again. Quickly I tried to laugh it off. "And you really think that you will get me?"
"Well it worked for my sister when she wished for your cousin", the grin on his face almost made me a believer.
"Daft little bugger", I said ruffling his hair, "Finish your drink and let's go to bed, to sleep this time", I said. He did and off we went.
He went out like a light. I lay there with his furry little body in my arms deep in thought. Now on one hand I did not believe in witches, wishes being granted because you were looking at a star at the time. But on the other hand I was having feelings for John that I had never had in my life before. He was mine and I didn't want to let him go. For some strange reason I really did want him beside me, forever.
May Be Continued - if any interest is shown.
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