The following is a homosexual fantasy, if it is illegal in anyway for you to read it please hit your back-button now. If not I hope you enjoy it. After several minutes of mutual deep breathing I hauled myself of Matt's sweaty body. I went to the end of the table and untied his legs after removing the broom stale, and then I helped him off the table and onto a chair, kneeling at his feet while I massaged his thighs and calves. I waited for him to speak first, because I couldn't judge what his reaction would be to sucking my cock, let alone eating my cum. Matt just lay there, eyes closed, breathing deeply, as I continued to massage him. I couldn't wait any longer the silence was becoming unbearable. "Please say something Matt, tell me everything's all right." Matt's eye's slowly opened, they looked glazed. He shook his head and focussed on my face. When he spoke his voice was low and husky. "Oh Dave, that was brilliant. That thing inside me felt like a football, it made my whole body vibrate, incredible. And when I came it was as if my whole body came, not just my cock! I loved it, it was fantastic." He paused and sniffed the air. "Christ I'm starving, is that chicken I can smell? It smells great." "But what about the sucking Matt?" I persisted. "You sucked me off and ate my cum, remember?" Matt grinned broadly and gave a little laugh. "Oh that," he said dismissively, "you've made me feel so good this weekend I thought I'd give you another little thank you." "But after what you've said about not touching me?" "Perhaps I've changed, grown up a bit, accepted what I am, I don't know. Anyway I liked it, your cum tastes a bit stronger than mine, which I quite like.
Did I suck you good?" "You sucked and deep throated me like a professional, I don't how you learned to do it. It was great, thanks." "Good, I just did to you what you did to me. And, thankfully, your cock is small enough to make it easy to swallow. Now what about lunch? And then I'd like a nice long, hot shower to loosen up my muscles. I love being tied up, but it doesn't half make me ache!" We went into the kitchen and Matt set the table while I dished out the casserole, another quarter of an hour and it would have been ruined. Matt, of course, ate twice as much casserole as me, and he also ate half a French stick, I was used to his appetite by now. He had a couple of apples for desert. Over lunch we decided to watch a bit of TV, and then have a siesta before our evening session. After lunch I had a coffee and Brandy, and a cigarette while Matt went to shower, telling me to come and join him when I'd finished my fag. When I joined him in the shower he soaped me all over, his hands lingering on their journey over my body, as if he was appraising me. Neither of us got aroused, we were both too exhausted. He rinsed me off and gave me a hug as he kissed the top of my head. Then he told me I could go as he was going to turn the power up and use the shower to massage his aching limbs. He patted my bum as I left the shower; I felt like I was the boy and he was the man, weird. I dried off and tied the towel around my waist as I went into my bedroom. I put the TV on and settled down on the bed. There was Men's Tennis on, and it was Rafael Nadal, one of my favourites, I mean, what a body, what a bum, and that cheeky scamp's face! I turned the sound down, I mean, who wants to listen to commentators! I leaned my head against the wall, and stuffed a pillow behind my head, then I lay back to watch. Matt came in to join me, he was still naked; he pointed to his crotch. "Look Dave, my cock's finally gone soft." Matt's cock soft is almost as big as mine is hard. He lay beside me, pulled my towel off, and put his arm around my neck, pulling my head onto his broad shoulder. It was a hot day and we were both soon dozing. I woke with a jolt; I 'd slept for nearly two hours. Matt was still quietly snoring beside me. I gently disentangled myself without waking him and after turning the TV off I crept downstairs. I put the coffee on and went into the conservatory for a fag.
I was just pouring a coffee when I heard Matt get up and go into the bathroom, so I poured a mug for him. He came into the kitchen stretching and yawning, he always seemed to be yawning. "Hi Dave, Christ I've slept well, I feel great, what are we having for dinner? I'm starving. Oh, is that coffee for me? "Yes, it's your coffee; I poured it when I heard you getting up. What would you like for dinner? Steak? Fish? Whatever, you tell me." "How about steak with salad and a French loaf? Is that OK?" "No problem, I've got three steaks ready in the fridge. I presume you'd like two?" Matt grinned. "Definitely, I'll make the salad and lay the table while you cook the steaks, all right Dave?" I couldn't believe how easily Matt had taken to us being nude around the house; Matt was probably more at ease with it than I was. As I grilled the steaks I admired his strong muscular buttocks as he prepared the salad. Each cheek was dimpled and the play of his muscles as he chopped and tossed the salad sent blood to my cock so that I was soon half hard. I didn't know where I was getting the energy from. After dinner Matt had some more fruit while I went to the fridge and took out the champagne. Matt's eyes lit up and he drank his glass with relish after we'd toasted each other. I told him we'd finish the bottle just before we started our evening session. I explained that I wanted to see just what his hole would take. Matt smiled sexily and stood up hefting his thickening cock in my direction. "OK Dave, It looks like little Matt's ready for another session right now. Do you want me to wash-up? Or shall I go and get ready? I probably need the loo and then a wash out if you're going to be giving my hole a real work out."
"Right Matt, you go and shower and I'll clear the kitchen up." When Matt came back down he asked if he could phone his Mum and a couple of mates before we started the session. He'd had his mobile switched off since yesterday. So I left him phoning while I used the bathroom. Finally we were both ready, I poured the rest of the champagne into large glasses making sure that Matt got the lions share. When we'd emptied our glasses I took a bottle of water from the fridge and we went into the garage. Matt wanted to be tied up on the table like before but asked me not use the broom stale if possible, it made his legs ache too much. I managed to get his legs wide apart just using the ropes; when I left his arms by his sides he told me I could tie those in the air too, so I did. I gagged him, telling him that the neighbours were in, but I didn't blindfold him or cover his ears. I' d arranged his body so that his head was on the table and the small of his back was at the edge of the table, his arse totally unsupported apart from the leg ropes, and totally exposed. I got a pillow and doubled it up and placed it under his head, which raised it so that Matt could see straight down his body. Matt's cock was already hard in anticipation. Kneeling between his legs I pulled his hard, muscled arse cheeks apart exposing his wrinkled dark pink pucker. I blew on it and Matt shivered. Matt's hole looked tiny, and as I looked at the table with my array of sex toys laid out I was still amazed to think that I'd be putting most of them up Matt's delectable bum. I leaned forwards and ran my tongue lovingly up and down his hairless crack. Matt shivered again more forcefully and gave a muffled groan. I licked up and down his crack half a dozen times, then I veed my tongue and pushed it against Matt's pucker. I felt Matt relax and my tongue slid into his hole with ease. It vaguely tasted of soap, I was a little disappointed, I wanted it to taste of Matt. I clamped my lips around his hole and started to tongue fuck it. I held onto his strong thighs for support as I buried my tongue as far as I could up Matt's moistening hole. I could feel the shudders running through his body. My tongue was less of a vee now and as I lapped at Matt's hole's inner flesh the taste of soap disappeared, replaced by a lovely manly, musky taste. I tongue fucked Matt's hole until my tongue ached so much I had to stop. I straightened up and took a dildo off the table, it was the first one I'd ever bought, about 6 inches long it was slim and made of silver plastic. It also vibrated. I showed it to Matt then I switched it on and placed it against Matt's pucker. As I watched Matt strained and his hole opened slightly. I pushed the dildo forwards and Matt's hole easily swallowed the whole thing in one go, right up to where my fingers were holding onto it. I began to fuck Matt' s hot hole with the dildo, after a dozen or so strokes I was able to remove the dildo completely before pushing it all the way back in. Matt's cock was jerking and I could see precum glistening on his stomach. I reached out and picked up a different dildo, the biggest I'd got. I was too turned on by now to gradually increase the sizes. The dildo was made of black rubber, venose and had a ball-sac. It was 8 inches long and 6 inches round at it widest point, its corona. Sadly it didn't vibrate. It was the thickest one I'd got, and I hadn't been able to take it. I looked at Matt, his eyes were half closed. "This one now Matt, get ready." He opened his eyes and looked dreamily at the new dildo, he nodded. When the new dildo hit his sphincter I felt resistance so I pushed a little harder and it gave way and I fed the whole thing to Matt's hungry hole until the ball-sac stopped it going any further. Matt had grunted loudly as the dildo's corona had forced it's way past his sphincter. I pushed my belly against it to hold it in place while I played with Matt's nipples until they erected. Then I picked up a couple of pegs and attached them to Matt's nipples. Matt's eyes widened as I attached the pegs and he groaned again. I moved back and started to fuck his hole again, twisting and turning the dildo as I did so. I was bringing the dildo back until the corona hit his sphincter and I felt the resistance, and then I'd push it back in up to its ball-sac. Matt had begun to twist and turn and a fine sheen of sweat covered his body. After 5 minutes I tried to take the entire dildo out and then push it back in. Success, Matt hardly even flinched. I fucked his hot hole like this for several minutes, still twisting and turning the dildo. Matt had flushed pink by now and there was a little pool of accumulated precum on his quivering stomach. I could hear him moaning behind his gag. Even though my own cock was only half hard I was producing precum, I'd felt it drip onto my leg. I looked at the table of sex toys and decided on a set of Chinese balls next. There were eight of them and their circumference was equal to that of the dildo's corona, I hadn't been able to take them either, but I'd got a smaller set that I loved to use. Continuing to fuck Matt's hole I picked them up and held them aloft for Matt to see. "What about these next Matt, they're called Chinese balls, I want to see if I can stuff all eight inside you." Matt's eyes went even wider and he violently shook his head no. "Don't worry Matt, I won't hurt you. I'll go very slowly, one at a time and let you get used to every one. I'll ask you if you can take another and if you really think you can't take anymore I'll stop. But the sensations will be
worth it, believe me." Matt considered for a minute or two, and then slowly nodded yes. I removed the dildo and placed the first ball against Matt's closing hole and pushed steadily. Matt's pouty hole opened and then closed as the ball disappeared into his body, Matt had grunted again as it passed his sphincter. Grabbing the connecting cord I pulled and the ball started to reappear, as its widest part came out it bought some of Matt's shiny red flesh into view. As soon as it popped out I firmly pushed it back in. Matt writhed and groaned again. I looked up at him. His eyes were open wide and staring down his body. "Ready for number two Matt?" Matt nodded enthusiastically. I fed his hungry hole the second ball, still fascinated by the way his hole opened up and then closed around the ball. I was so carried away I fed him number three without letting him get used to the first two, and without asking him if he was ready for it. I'd just placed number four against Matt's hole and started to push, when a muffled shouting brought me out of my reverie. "Christ Matt, I'm sorry, I got carried away watching your hole eat the balls. I'll let you get used to those three before I try number four all right? And I'm really sorry, I'll be more careful from now on, promise." Matt nodded yes, but his eyes flashed with anger, his face and neck were bright red and he was covered in sweat. To try and help soothe him I gently massaged his belly and balls, noting that his cock was ramrod stiff and still leaking precum, his foreskin had actually peeled back to expose his glistening knob. I couldn't resist lapping up the puddle from his body and giving his knob a quick suck. I looked up, Matt's eyes had softened and he nodded "yes". When I pushed number four in I stopped when Matt's hole was fully stretched and eased the ball back until it was only just breaching his hole. I looked back up at Matt and slowly pushed the ball all the way in until some of Matt's flesh touched my fingers as his ring closed up. Matt's eyes were half closed and glazed over. Once again I gently massaged his belly, and I could feel the balls moving beneath my hands. This continued until I'd fed six balls into Matt, but he kept shaking his head "no". I was getting frustrated now, I wanted him to take all eight; I somehow knew he could do it. I remembered something from a DVD, so I slapped him fairly hard on both arse cheeks, one after the other. Matt's eyes shot open, and when I did it again he glared at me. "This is what they do in the porno Matt, sorry." And I slapped him again, two on each cheek. I looked at Matt again. There was a wild look in his eyes, but he nodded yes. When I pushed number seven in as it reached the widest point I reached over with my free hand and quickly released the pegs off his nipples. Matt almost jumped off the table, but his hole sucked in the ball, one to go. I let Matt rest for several minutes as I massaged his belly again, then I showed him number eight, he shook his head "no" , but when I showed him my open hand I swear he grinned as he nodded "yes". Placing the last ball against his pucker I slapped his reddening arse cheeks in quick succession, five slaps for each cheek. I felt some give in his ring so I pushed steadily on the ball. At first nothing happened, and then his hole opened wider and wider around the ball until the widest part was in and I saw the ball disappear into Matt's channel and his ring closed up again. The elasticity of youth. We'd done it! All eight balls were now inside Matt. If anything Matt was even redder and the sweat was pouring out of his body which writhed on the table. Matt's eyes were clenched tightly shut and his face looked contorted in discomfort. I took hold of his cock; it was stiffer than I'd ever known it, and it was slippery with precum. I pointed it towards his face and started to toss it with my left hand, my right had hold of the balls' connecting cord. Matt's body stiffened almost immediately so I pulled on the chord, as I pulled ball number eight out a jet of cum shot out of Matt's throbbing cock, shooting past his head onto the blanket. I managed to pull a ball out every time that Matt shot, his face and body were soon covered in hot man-boy cum. As I pulled the last ball out Matt's cum dribbled from his cock and he gave a long stuttering fart. It was ball number eight, and cum number eight for Matt since last night. I dropped the balls and picked up a medium sized butt-plug. I inserted it into Matt's gaping hole and held it there until his ring closed enough to hold it in place by itself. END OF PART 12. Any comments or constructive criticism welcome at INSILVA92@aol.com (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com) Love Paul. Copyright 2005