The usual warnings: this is pornography, written expressly for private masturbation. Do not read if details of homosexual activity might offend. This is the final part of a story I wrote a couple of months ago but was unable to post the remainder due to having been abroad. If you take the time to read on, many thanks.
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Rory's Bat
PART FIVE
Anton was slight, and short. He was 26, but a schoolboy haircut on his thin, boyish, 5'5 frame made him look more like 16. He smiled briefly as we were introduced, and I wondered if he knew why he was here. The brothers sat down on my bed; obviously happy playing voyeurs. I had no idea what to do next, which was odd, considering my recent numbers of sexual partners.
It occurred to me that the reason we had no idea how to proceed was that Rory and I had no preconceived picture of what we were actually going to do.
In the bar I had advertised for a talented asshole, a committed bottom to take a very large cock, and so it seemed we might have found one. But I knew that both Rory and I felt that this was about me and him, and not about him and Anton. Even so, Anton needed to be involved here, right at the heart of it.
Rory and I moved together. We stood either side of him and kissed him on his ears and neck. He didn't really respond in any way until Rory lifted his t-shirt off. His chest and stomach were flawlessly smooth and tanned like a pornstar, and his nipples were both pierced with tiny silver rings. As I tweaked one of the rings, he started to breathe heavily, and turned his head towards Rory's chest. Rory unbuttoned his shirt and Anton clamped his mouth to Rory's left nipple. We had begun.
Nipples were important to Anton. The more his were stimulated, the more interested he got in us. After a short while Rory lay down on his bed while Anton straddled him, his head bobbing between Rory's tits. Anton's ass was in the air behind him, albeit still covered by his orange beach shorts. I decided that the goods ought to be inspected. I reached round to Anton's crotch and loosened the drawstring on the shorts, and then slipped them away down his legs. Immediately Anton performed a neat manoeuvre whereby the shorts were pushed past his knees and off while still kneeling either side of Rory's legs. I was impressed.
Anton's buns were small and tight, and again smooth and tanned as if he lived perpetually in a pornstar land of all-over tanning and frequent body waxing. There wasn't a hint of difference in colour between his back and his ass and his legs. I found this something of a turn on, as many of the guys we had been with recently, including ourselves, had merely tanned their bums to match the rest of them, and it was still possible to see the marks of shorts and briefs and thongs. But Anton's colour was perfection. I looked at him, naked now, a small thin but perfect guy chewing happily on Rory's chest, his ass in the air and his legs spread. He was hot, and I envied the brothers having him permanently on tap. I ran my hand over his ass.
Rory was removing clothing. His shirt came off and then he wriggled out of his jeans. I quickly flung mine away in this brief lull, then went back to Anton's ass. I moved round behind him and gently pulled his cheeks apart. There was nothing to indicate that I was looking at a world class hole. The crack was shaved; the puckered ring, slightly paler in colour than his bronzed buns, neatly closed. No gaping, tunnel-mouth shitter here.
I heard the thwack as Rory's angriest, hardest erection sprang up to hit his stomach as his boxers were removed. Anton gasped slightly and muttered something in Flemish under his breath. I watched as he toyed with the meat, stroking it, running his fingers along its length. I caught Rory's eye and he smiled. As Anton opened his mouth to suck the monster, I plunged my face into his crack.
He tasted of soap. If we felt that Anton wasn't as into this as we were, that changed at that point. With half a huge cock in his throat and the best, most energetic rimming I could muster, Anton began to moan and squirm.
I kissed his incredibly soft ring for a long time, while he bobbed more and more enthusiastically on my best friends' rod, then I poked my tongue inside and he yielded to my tongue without resistance. The channel of his crack was not deep and, pulling the cheeks way apart I was able to get my tongue quite some distance inside. It was delicious.
As I pulled my face away I could see a pair of small hairless bollocks hanging in the general area of my explorations, and they were attached to a completely soft, small, uncut dick. It was the only soft dick in the room. I was aching hard and Rory was rigid. The two brothers lazed back on the other bed, slowly masturbating each other as they watched. I didn't really understand how any guy could be soft when they were taking a rimming and sucking on a monster, but I definitely hadn't ever met anyone like Anton before. I licked a finger and inserted it into his hole.
It glided in with warm, soft assurance and ridiculous ease. At once I knew that I was a complete amateur dealing with something quite extraordinary, and I felt barely worthy to be playing with what was increasingly obviously a marvellous hole. Two fingers then three followed with the same effortless penetration. Anton himself seemed unconcerned with what was going on at his back door; he was far more busy up the other end as he chomped on more and more of Rory's shaft. One of the brothers coughed, and then threw me a pump dispenser of lube. It didn't feel to me that any lube was necessary, but then they knew this ass far better than I did. I rubbed a little along his crack, around his pucker and up his chute. Then I went back in, three fingers, all the way in. Then four; only my thumb left outside, digging hard into his ass cheek.
I had no experience of fisting; nor had wanted any. My own hole was far too tight for such an activity and I had never had the urge to insert my hand up someone's ass. But this felt magnificent. I moved my fingers around inside, like playing around in warm, firm jelly. I pulled out and noticed that my fingers were utterly clean and shone from the lube. I licked them a little, but the taste of the lube got in the way of the taste I wanted. My cock throbbed painfully. I added a little more lube, and my four fingers were welcomed back inside like old friends. And then suddenly Anton's right hand was back with mine, rubbing his cheek and stroking my wrist. His fingers ran along a little of his crack, picking up lube that was glistening there. And as my four fingers slowly started to ease in and out in a deep fingerfuck, so two, then three of his joined them.
I was amazed, and I blurted out to Rory that he ought to see this. But neither Rory nor Anton was willing to break the blowjob that was taking place, and I watched on my own in wonder. The brothers smiled knowingly. This seven-finger shuffle was too awkward to continue for long and quickly our rhythm became something else; my four fingers taking a deep plunge into his magic insides, then as mine withdrew, so his four fingers pushed in nearly as far, again and again, slickly, skilfully, beautifully. This rhythm got faster yet I could barely take in it was happening at all. The constant thought in my head was that my own ass could never in a thousand years be this flexible, this elastic. I had a tight little hole that I liked hung guys to poke at and stretch with aggression. But I obviously knew nothing about anal pleasure, while Anton, it appeared, had written the book.
As unexpectedly as it had arrived, Anton's hand was withdrawn and went back to Rory's nutsack. Now my four fingers felt like they had a swimming pool to themselves. I eased the tip of my thumb in as well, but didn't force it any further than the hole had been open before. Certainly the brothers had said that they fisted him, so probably with more lube and time and patience I could force my hand in a lot further, but that wasn't really the point of this whole scene. Rory's eye caught mine again, his eyebrows raised in question. What was this ass like? Well, the answer was that it was awesome. I smiled back in encouragement.
I was briefly at a loss to know where to go next. Anton's hole was supremely malleable, yes, but Rory's cock was preposterous. I had more preparation to do, and looked over at the brothers. One of them looked up from chewing his brother's plums and simply said, "cock".
Well, my cock, as painfully hard as it was, was hardly going to prepare the way for Rory's but I guess it was a step. I knelt behind Anton and held his hips. He seemed to know what was coming, and arched his back, his cheeks seeming to spread on their own. I held onto his hips and pointed my bell end at the magic ring.
I was sucked inside, and nearly shot at the intensity of the feeling. In one sweep my whole shaft disappeared into the sumptuous heat. Anton made not a whimper beyond the lick and slick of the slow blowjob he was giving Rory. I pulled out again and shoved in further, quicker, harder. The inner tissue of his chute absorbed the energy instantly. I gave four hard pounding thrusts. This amazing asshole just cushioned the impact without Anton even moving. You could have run a train through there and the hole would still be spongy, warm and soft. I had to stop fucking or I would cum.
I pulled out my shaft, glinting with the lube. The brothers smiled again.
One of them reached into a bag and threw me a seriously large dildo. It was flesh coloured and heavily ridged, with a convincing cockhead but no bollocks, merely narrower at the bollock end so as to be easier to handle. Again, I smiled. Comparing this piece of equipment with my own dildo was laughable. I had a clear jelly-type 7 or 7 and a half incher, of average thickness, which I inserted every now and again for a long relaxing wank if I hadn't had sex for a while. I had seriously never wanted to try anything bigger, as it defeated the object I thought, which was just to simulate a fuck while you had a wank. I wondered who on earth bought the impossibly vast dildos I had seen on the internet or in shops. Well, Anton had one, and I knew why. Because he had an ass that was in a different class from any I had ever met. I generously lubed the shaft of the dildo and rubbed the end of it against his ring.
His ass pushed back against it, hungry; I pushed slightly. For a moment there was a clash of wills as one struggled against the other, then the dildo was welcomed and I watched Anton's ring expand amazingly to encircle the shaft. His back arched again, further, and he moaned, deeply. I kept pushing. Two thirds of the dildo slid in causing only a ripple in Anton's BJ. The last third I forced home with a twist and a wiggle, and Anton's whole body writhed and squirmed as he let go of Rory's cock and let out a huge, gasping moan. I was hugely intrigued as to where the boundaries of Anton's ass actually were. It was looking highly likely that Rory's cock would get its debut trip fully up an anal canal, and I smiled broadly at Rory, nodding. He grinned back, excited.
I fucked Anton hard with the obscene dildo, each out-stroke seeming to reveal more of the plastic flesh than seemed possible. He lost interest in the blowjob and twisted his whole body repeatedly around the invader, lost in some unimaginable private pleasure. Rory scrambled out from beneath him to see what I was doing and Anton turned round, still with the dildo plugged in, and lay on his back on the bed, his knees drawn up to his chest and spread wide. What had previously been a small soft penis was now a small, neat erection, and his ballbag had drawn up close to his dick. I gave control of the plastic beast to Rory. He wielded it strongly and with disbelief. Anton's ass could, it seemed, swallow anything.
"Cock," said one of the brothers, who were 69ing. Instinctively I knew he didn't mean Rory's; not yet. He meant mine, again. Only with one particular difference. Rory smiled again, as excited as I was. OK, well, I didn't believe it was possible, but I got in front of Anton's upturned twat and aligned my dick along less than half the length of the dildo. I had never done this before and had no idea what it would feel like, but gently Rory pulled out the dildo nearly completely, then we worked the next stroke together as, super slowly, my cock entered Anton's phenomenal ass with the monster dildo. I nearly fainted. It was so tight that I thought it could snap my dick off. I was panting and sweating but eventually pushed all the way in. Anton lay back in a daze, his breathing controlled, his cock pulsing. When I was all the way in, Rory attempted, awkwardly, to continue using the dildo in long sweeps while I remained static inside. I don't know what this did for Anton, but it damn near finished me off. I teetered on the edge, desperate to cum, desperate not to. The sensation of the ridged dildo rubbing incredibly tightly against my own rod all buried up Anton's tight pipe was something I will never, ever forget. Rory and I pulled out, staring at each other. The moment had come.
Despite the presence of a world class ass and a pair of horny brothers in our hotel room, there was no doubt, as I caught the look in Rory's eyes, that this was a personal moment between the two of us. Even so, the brothers knew what was about to happen and gave up their fraternal ball-chewing in favour of a closer view of the other bed. I still had no real idea of how Rory wanted it to happen, but that didn't matter, because Rory had obviously seen the scene in his mind many times, and he moved us into position like he was directing a film. He got Anton lying on his stomach with his legs dangling onto the floor at the end of the bed, then he reached for my hand and kissed my neck as he asked me to sit facing him on Anton's lower back. Instinctively I knew what he wanted. He was going to fuck Anton and pretend it was me. I opened my legs wide so Rory had access to Anton's ass below my balls. The brothers licked and lubed Rory's shaft, and then, carefully, breath held, Rory bent his legs slightly and pointed his enormous tool at Anton's hole.
I can't say what that penetration felt like for either party, but I remember what it looked like. I stared down between my own legs and watched Rory's bat cosy up against Anton's ring and then, after some pressure from Rory, pop through. About half of his incredible shaft disappeared quite quickly inside Anton's body, and Rory sighed in absolute disbelieving ecstasy. I watched his face, his eyes screwed shut while he drowned in the sensations, as Rory slowly eased the rest of his bone inside. As he got closer and closer to his goal, Rory's sighs and moans became infectious. I was somehow feeling his exquisite pleasure. I tried to wrap myself around his body, and he held me tightly as he stared at me, eyes laughing, as his dick hit home. Anton was completely silent. Rory nudged in further, then pushed roughly against Anton's buns a couple of times, but it was certain: the entire length and girth of Rory's young, hard, breathtaking cock was fully embedded in the anal canal of a slight, submissive, beautifully smooth, tanned Belgian boy. Rory pulled my face to his and kissed me. It was electric.
"Oh Jesus," muttered Rory.
Gently, almost as if he couldn't believe it was really happening, Rory pulled out a few inches then pushed back in again. I hooked my legs around Rory's ass and pulled him towards me slightly, so he was lying slightly on me rather than standing with bent knees. He was much more comfortable, as was I because I could wrap myself around him, but I don't think Anton could have been, as he was effectively bearing the weight of both of us while his ass was being violated by a cannon. Even so, Anton didn't even whimper, and the fuck, the one that Rory had been dreaming of and wanking about since he first knew about how cocks and asses fit together, began.
His humping got quickly more energetic and enthusiastic; and gradually, with each stroke, he realised a little more that he wasn't going to split Anton open and he could possibly fuck a little harder, then a little harder still.
After only a few minutes he was not far off pounding, and had built up a good speed. He was flushed with sexual thrill, enjoying that first awesome feeling of knowing how it feels to drive your erection into a tight young ass. I'd known what that felt like for a couple of years, but for Rory, it was utterly new. I watched the happiness spread across his face for the first time. I kissed him again and pulled him tighter. He gripped my body closer, leaned into me more, fucked harder, breathed heavier. Christ it was hot. I looked down Rory's back to see the brothers kneeling behind him, watching the action intently from behind. They both slowly wanked themselves, and one of them leaned forward and began to tongue Rory's buns and crack. Rory's cock was so long that his ass had to make huge sweeping movements in driving his cock in and out. The brother found it awkward trying to rim such a widely-moving target, and went back to wanking. Rory didn't care. His bliss was going on deep in Anton's cunt.
I knew it wouldn't, couldn't last long. We'd been sexually charged for ages, and Rory had just found Nirvana. My experience of that fuck was lived completely through Rory, whose face gave away what he was feeling. We were both laying on Anton now, Rory's bum humping in massive thrusts as I alternately snogged Rory hard and held his face in my hands, watching his ecstasy in wonder. I reached down to feel the penetration for myself, and found a place where a could lodge a couple of fingers at the entrance to Anton's hole: as inches and inches of Rory's bat glided smoothly over my fingers and into that tunnel, I began to imagine what it would feel like if it were my hole that was being stretched by this Olympian club. As soon as I had imagined that Anton and the brothers were absent, and that it was my own ring that was giving Rory this superhuman pleasure, I knew I would shoot very soon. I was on fire.
And then it was just me and Rory. Rory fucked harder, faster, deeper, giving in to all those years of fantasy. He kissed and tongued and hugged like the hole might close up if he didn't. He moaned my name over and over again, and my skin was burning with the heat of the contact with his body. Sweat ran down his back and coated our chests. I knew his orgasm was close, getting closer. His breath seared against my neck and ear in hot ragged bursts and my aching bone hard cock was trapped in the slick space between our hard sweaty stomachs. I was going to shoot. I couldn't hold it back. A massive climax was building deep in my thighs, my ass, my cock, my guts, my balls, my brain. My whole body was obsessed with one single fact: Rory had his monstrous endowment nuts-deep in a luscious man-twat. It didn't seem to matter that I wasn't physically involved in this fuck, or that I wasn't even touching my cock. I was mentally involved in it, and that was far stronger. I clung on to Rory as he drove his way relentlessly to the end of his odyssey.
The friction between our bodies finished me off, and I was light-headed in orgasm as my cock began to spew. Six or seven bolts of jizz shot from my cockhead, and a great deal more oozed out slowly, coating our glistening bodies with a sheen of cum. Rory, right on the brink of his own climax, snogged me passionately, voraciously as my head reeled in giddy relief, my body trembling, all control lost. He roared, and I knew he was there. His perfect ass, moving at a hundred miles an hour, suddenly slowed to long, slower, hugely deep thrusts. He must have cum for a whole minute, unloading chunk after chunk of his juice in startling, bone-crushing spurts. His body was rigid in ecstasy as mine still spasmed in aftershock. He gasped and sobbed into my neck as his ultimate goal was reached: in every wank since he was a boy he had dreamed of this moment, and now he had found it, with me, deep inside a first class asshole from Belgium.
As the sense of mania slightly receded, Rory looked at me with a weak, watery grin. He was wiped out. He tried to tug his schlong out of Anton's hole but he didn't have the energy to do so until the third attempt. The brothers hungrily licked at the superhuman load that was dripping from Rory's cock and out of Anton's gaping ass. And then that was my last memory of them. I concentrated of Rory, on making sure I could share his first time fully, and we lay on his bed, floating on the warmth of afterfuck. The brothers and their talented houseboy packed up their things and left, but we didn't notice.
Anton came over to our room three more times on that holiday, and was every bit as capable each time. But nothing came close to being as important as that first time fuck for Rory. It's still something we both remember with huge emotion.
Rory was never my boyfriend in the conventional sense of the word. But for a couple of years we continued our sexual adventuring together, until he fell in love with a lecturer at university. I'm still very close to him, perhaps closer to him than anyone. I even still get the odd email, every now and again: Last night, cute eager puppy with green eyes, couldn't believe his luck when he saw my dick, no chance of getting it up his chute though. Some things never change! Six out of ten for effort. Love, Rory.
Thanks for reading this far. If you enjoyed this and would like a list of my other stuff at Nifty, please email me at jsmith381@hotmail.com I've been away and am behind on dealing with these requests but bear with me, I am slowly catching up.