I Love Black Pudding

I LOVE BLACK PUDDING. Part four. This is an exotic homosexual fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and older boys and older men of different races. If it is illegal for you to read it for any reason please leave now. Because it is a fantasy the sex will be unprotected. In real life please practise safe sex.

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I don't know how long I slept, but I slept deeply and soundly and was woken up by the sound of people talking in the corridor. As I sat up in bed and yawned and stretched I noticed a bottle of water on one of the cabinets. I had a terrible thirst and when I picked the bottle up it felt icy cold, so I guessed someone must have put it there not too long ago. I drank half then paused and looked down my body (like everywhere in the house the temperature was a constant 20 degrees centigrade so there were no bedclothes as usual), my cock was soft and nestled against my thigh. I groped myself for a couple of seconds but my cock didn't respond; then my belly rumbled and I realised that I was starving. While I finished the water I lifted up on one buttock and gently ran a finger over my pucker, it still felt a little puffy; but it didn't hurt it just sort of ached a bit and felt empty. I'd just finished the water and was going to get out of bed when the door opened and Parfait walked in. He was wearing flip-flops and a medium length terry-towel dressing gown and carrying another robe and pair of flip-flops which he threw on the bed next to me. He gave me a big, friendly smile. "Good morning Paul, I hope you slept well and feel alright?" I just grinned at him and nodded vigorously; I couldn't believe what a fantastic weekend I'd had, the sex had been incredible. "Good. Now go and use the bathroom then come back and I'll put some more balm on your arsehole. Then you can get dressed and I'll take you for something to eat. There are cameras in the bathroom but none in this room or anywhere else you'll be taken today." "O.K. Parfait, I'm starving. Oh, er, my cock won't respond to my playing with it." Parfait laughed out loud and shook his head. "It's not supposed to you dirty little cum-pig! Haven't you had enough sex this weekend? As well as a sleeping draught the drink last night contained a bromide solution. You've had a very sexually charged weekend and your body needs to recover. Don't worry your cock will be alright by tomorrow; now hurry up and get ready, it's almost midday Monday." So I went and used the bathroom, putting on a show for the cameras even though I couldn't get a hard-on. Back in the bedroom Parfait was sitting on the bed waiting for me with a tube of balm by his side. As he laid me across his lap and gently and tenderly applied the soothing balm to my arse-crack, pucker, and very gently poked a finger inside my arsehole I reached under his robe for his cock. Even if I couldn't get a hard-on he could I reasoned, so I could suck him off! But Parfait slapped my buttocks lightly and told me to stop it after playfully calling me an over-sexed, dirty little cock-sucker; then he explained that we hadn't got time for any sex. I was so disappointed that I wouldn't get a good mouthful of his thick spunk for breakfast. When he'd finished with my arsehole Parfait stood me up. "Considering the amount of cock you've had up it your arsehole looks remarkably healthy; young boys' bodies are so resilient. Right, now get dressed. " I put the robe and flip-flops on and he took hold of my hand and led me out of a door I hadn't noticed last night while explaining that we were going into their private living quarters. The door opened onto a different corridor, this one was painted pastel blue and luxuriously carpeted. On the walls there were paintings and photos of sexy, attractive naked boys around my age, and of all sizes, colours and creeds. There were pictures of solos, twos, threes and groups. All of the boys were in an aroused state, and in some of the solos the boys were masturbating, in most of the multiples the boys were having sex together. Although I was really turned-on by the artwork I couldn't get aroused. Then I started to smell bacon, toast, and coffee, and my mouth watered and my belly rumbled loudly; loud enough to cause Parfait to squeeze my hand and chuckle. "You'll be fed in a minute Paul, don't worry." Parfait opened a door and ushered me into a small dining room with a serving hatch. Parfait told me to sit at the table and as I sat he took a plate off the hatch and put it in front of me, placing a glass of milk by the plate. I was so disappointed, there were only two slices of toast covered with scrambled egg on the plate and I was ravenous. "Eat that, and eat it slowly chewing it well; remember you haven't had any proper food since Friday so you mustn't overeat and upset your stomach. When you've digested that you can have some bacon and a coffee." I supposed he was right and as I slowly ate Parfait explained several things to me. After asking me if I'd enjoyed myself over the weekend, to which I nodded my head vigorously, Parfait told me that I'd receive £2,000 for losing my virginity on film. It would be paid in 4 monthly payments into my bank account. I stopped eating for a couple of seconds and gasped at that; I' d never expected that sort of money. And originally I hadn't expected any money at all; I'd just wanted to have my virginity taken by a big black cock, and that had certainly happened! As I continued with my breakfast Parfait suggested that my body would need a couple of weeks to fully recover from the weekend. Then, if I was agreeable, in two weeks time I could make another movie with them and I'd be paid £500 for that, paid the month after the last instalment of the £2,000 was paid. By that time I'd finished my meagre breakfast but I must admit I felt quite full. "While you digest your food think about what I've told you. And if you agree to come back and make another movie for the sort of money we're paying there'll be certain conditions. I'll be back in a couple of minutes and if your answer is yes I'll explain what the conditions are. O.K.?" I nodded and Parfait left the room. I'd loved being fucked by their huge black cocks and sucking them off too so much that there was no way I was going to turn down the chance to have sex with the three of them again. But why did I have to wait two weeks I wondered; why not next weekend? And with that sort of money going into my bank account I'd no need to find a job before I started college; I could spin my parents some story about working part-time for one of my schoolmate's Dads. Parfait soon returned with my tote-bag and clothes which he put on a chair. "Hungry again yet Paul." I hadn't been thinking about food, but now realised I was starving again. "Er yes Parfait, I think I could eat a horse!" Parfait chuckled and tousled my hair. "I'll see what the cook's made for you." He went to the hatch and returned with a plateful of crispy grilled bacon and grilled tomatoes and a mug of milky coffee. "Eat it slowly like before. Now, do you want to make another movie in a fortnight's time?" "Oh yes, but why not next week? I'm sure my arsehole will be recovered by then." Parfait gave a dirty laugh and gestured for me to start eating which I did. "No doubt your arsehole will be recovered in a couple of days time Paul, you're a really sexy young fucker; but we all took drugs of some description so it's healthier if they're completely washed out of our systems. And Monsieur Dumas will want to come up with a good scenario for the movie to showcase everyone's talents. However I'd better tell you the conditions before you finally agree. You do have a webcam don't you?" My mouth was full so I nodded. "Good. Now we don't want you to have sex with anyone else before you come back here for obvious health reasons, but we do realise that at your young age you have a very high sex-drive and will probably need to cum at least a couple of times a day. Am I right?" I blushed. "I, er, well, yes; I, er masturbate at least twice a day." "Well, we have a private web-site that privileged clients can log on to and watch our boys masturbating, finger-fucking their arseholes, fucking themselves with dildos, and other sexual stuff like that. They are allowed to request you to do things they want to see, but it's up to you whether you comply or not. Of course you'll be able to see what the clients are doing as well. Some of the boys have told me that while the clients watch them getting off some of the clients just masturbate, some have sex, usually with a boy, and some even have orgies. Now, are you willing to do that sort of thing in front of your webcam?" I didn't have to think, I'd have done anything to get their huge black cocks down my throat and up my arsehole again. And as I wanked off at least twice a day that wouldn't be a problem; and it'd be sexy to do it on camera and watch other guys doing it; so I nodded vigorously. "Good boy Paul. We'll supply you with a range of dildos, lube and anything else you'll need. You'll also make a percentage of the money we make. Tomorrow morning after your parents have gone to work someone will call around to check out your computer and set everything up. He'll also have a form for you to fill in with your bank account details so that the money you've already earned can start going into your account, okay?" I'd just finished my food. "Er, yeah, I think so, but for how long and when do I have to be online?" "Only for couple of hours a day, you let us know the best time for you; because we allow world wide access we can always fit you in for any time slot. You'll be expected to cum at least once in each hour. Our clients know that if they only book half an hour they can't be guaranteed that you'll cum in that hour no matter how they try to cajole you. Anyway almost all of our clients book a full hour with individual boys; and some even book the full two hour session. There's always a 15 minute break between the hourly sessions, but if you're booked for the full two hours you and the client mutually agree when the break is." I thought for a minute. "Probably 1p.m to 3p.m would be best time for me in the week, but my parents will be home weekends so I don't know about doing it with them in the house. They could walk in on me, that wouldn't be good." "I understand, but its okay; weekdays 1 to 3 sounds fine, weekends we'll work something else out. You can go out for those times? "Yeah, I usually go out on my bike weekends around noon anyway." "Good. One other thing, I'll be picking you up Friday afternoon in a fortnight's time so no orgasms after 3p.m. on the preceding Wednesday. I'll give you a bromide pill to take after your Wednesday webcam session; we don't

want you to cum again until Friday, we want you to build up your boycum for the filming. That means there will be no Thursday webcam session either."

"I suppose." I replied sulkily. Parfait answered me sternly. "You have to take the pill Paul, or we won't let you make the movie, or any other movies for that matter! The effects will start wearing off by the time I pick you up on Friday; now promise." "Okay, I promise." Parfait smiled broadly at me, and then he picked up my clothes and tote-bag and handed them to me and pointed to another door. "There's a bathroom through there, no cameras, first on the left, go and freshen up and get dressed and I'll run you home. Oh, there's some balm in your bag for your arsehole, I've also put a shower attachment in for you to give yourself enemas, and the pill is in there too, don't lose it." I followed his directions, found the bathroom, pissed through my soft cock, brushed my teeth and swilled my face. Then I put on my short, tight red T-shirt, my boxers and white tennis shorts and finally my trainers before shouldering my tote-bag and returning to the dining room. Parfait was waiting for me, he was still in his flip-flops and robe and he was holding out a piece of black silk which turned out to be a bag. "You're one of our boys now so there's no need to drug you; just slip this on until I've driven for a couple of miles, that way you won't know what the house looks like or exactly where it is." I pulled the bag over my head and it rumpled around my shoulders, I could only see very vague shapes through the silky material. Parfait took hold of my hand and squeezed it before slowly leading me from the room. We walked down the corridor and then went into what smelled like a garage and Parfait helped me into a car then he got in. I heard garage doors open and we drove off. After 5 minutes or so driving Parfait stroked my leg. "Okay Paul, you can take off the bag now." I pulled it off and blinked in the strong sunlight and looked out of the window; we were driving down a quiet country lane. Then I looked across at Parfait who leered sexily at me. "Christ Paul, you look so sexy in those clothes; look you're turning me on!" And he spread his legs and half opened his robe. His big black pudding lay against his well muscled thigh and it was half-hard and stiffening as I stared hungrily at it. Parfait spoke again, his voice all husky. "I'm so turned on; I've just got to cum. There's a blanket on the back seat, if you get it I'll throw it over you while you suck me off; no need to deep-throat my cock, just get me off." I didn't need telling a second time; I was going to get the breakfast I'd wanted, a big mouthful of Parfait's thick spunk. I pulled the blanket off the back seat, opened Parfait's robe wide and leant in and took his hardening, big black cock into my mouth as Parfait threw the blanket over me and arranged it so that I couldn't be seen by passing motorists. As I inhaled his wonderfully musky body odour I eased his foreskin back to uncover his slightly bulbous knob, which was covered in precum, and as I sucked and lapped at it I stroked his silky cock-shaft with one hand while I fondled his huge balls with the other. I'd only been working on Parfait's cock for what seemed like a few minutes when he moaned. "Oh fuck, you're a really good cocksucker Paul! Stop sucking for a moment and just hold my cock in your mouth while I look for somewhere to park so that you can finish me off; I don't want to crash the car when I cum!" So I stopped sucking and released his balls, but I still held onto his thick, throbbing cock-shaft; and I couldn't stop myself from poking the tip of my tongue into his big cock-slit and slurping up his precum. That caused Parfait to almost purr with pleasure. A couple of minutes later we stopped. "We're on the motorway approach road and I've pulled into an empty lay-by; now finish me off, please!" Parfait hissed the last five words through clenched teeth. I grabbed his huge balls and fondled and squeezed them as I forced his foreskin fully back and began to suck hard on his bulbous knob. Parfait started to squirm and moan when I wanked and squeezed the base of his huge black cock until his back arched, his body stiffened and he almost screamed. "OH FUCK! DON'T STOP! I'M CUMMING!" Parfait bucked up into my mouth, and his thick spunk shot into my mouth with real force and I started swallowing it immediately. He must have been really turned on because I didn't think he'd ever stop cumming. However as he started to slump back into his seat I managed not to swallow the last rope of thick spunk and I added to it by squeezing and milking his thick cock-shaft while I continued to suck hard on his knob. Parfait eventually whimpered and pulled the blanket off my head. "That's enough Paul that was great." I looked up at him as I sat up and showed him the spunk I'd saved, and then I rolled it around my mouth, swallowed it, and smacked my lips theatrically. "I love sucking your big black pudding and eating your spunk Parfait, but not as much as I love having you fuck my arsehole with your big black cock!"

Parfait laughed and tousled my hair before straightening his robe. "And I love you sucking me off, but not as much as I love fucking your tight little arsehole. Now, let's get you home you over-sexed young bugger!" For the rest of the journey we chatted generally and when Parfait dropped me outside my house there was no-one around so we managed a quick snog before Parfait playfully slapped my buttocks and sent me on my way. I ran up to my room and stripped off after putting the tote-bag in my bedside cabinet. In the bathroom I brushed my teeth and swilled my face. I'd just put on a track-suit and gone downstairs for a drink when the phone rang; it was Mom. She asked if I'd had a good weekend and I told her yes. Then she said she' d bring a Chinese home for dinner as she was running late so I gave her my order. Over the meal my parents did their best to sound interested about my weekend, but I didn't have to lie too much because, as usual, their interest soon fizzled out. After our meal I helped to clear up and then I watched a bit of telly with them; but when I kept on yawning. Mom suggested I had some supper and went to bed; which I did. But before going to bed I applied some more balm to my arsehole which seemed to be back to normal; but I still couldn't get a hard-on. My head had hardly touched the pillow when I dropped off to sleep. I was woken up from a deep sleep by the sound of the front door bell ringing insistently. I hadn't come properly around and all thoughts of what I was supposed to be doing that afternoon had gone from my mind. As I hurriedly got out of bed and pulled on my track-suit I was so pleased to find that I had a morning woody. I went downstairs to open the door with my hand stuffed in my pocket holding my stiffy against my body to disguise it. I felt precum leak onto my belly, I'll have a good wank after I've answered the door I thought to myself. I opened the door and my jaw dropped when I saw Bob the half-caste guy who'd wanked off over my sleeping body standing there with a big grin on his face. And I immediately remembered that I was due to have sex in front of a stranger in front of my webcam, and that thought made my cock jerk. "Come on sleepy-head, it's almost mid-day and I've got to set everything up. Dai and I are the in-house trainee technical guys; Monsieur Dumas is putting us through college." "Oh, er, hello Bob, I hadn't set my alarm so I overslept." "I'm not surprised after all the sex you had over the weekend you dirty little fucker! We've started editing the DVDs; you're so sexy in them they' re going to sell like the proverbial hot-cakes! Now, are you going to let me in?" I stood back, Bob picked up a back-pack and entered and after I'd closed the door he put the back-pack down and embraced me, and then he snogged me. I didn't resist, I just pulled my hand from my pocket and embraced him back. When Bob groped my hard-on and I groped him back I found out that his 7 inch cock was as hard as mine. Bob broke the snog. "Mmmm, primed and ready for action with your first client. You've got two today, an hour each. Take me to your bedroom, and while I set your computer up you can use your bathroom to get ready, Parfait informs me you've got all the stuff you need to clean your arsehole." I blushed. "Yeah, but I've only just woken up so I need a drink and something to eat first." "Okay, I suppose we've got just about enough time, anyway I could do with a drink myself. Oh, I've bought an extra webcam, its better with two, it gives the client different views." I led Bob into the kitchen and gave him his requested bottle of water. While I ate a bowl of cereal and drank a glass of milk Bob explained that for the first couple of days I was only to use small dildos and buttplugs; I wasn't to overstretch my arsehole. Then he kicked the back-pack telling me he' d got a good selection of toys in it. The thoughts of what was about to happen kept making my stiff cock jerk and my flow of precum had already caused a big wet spot on my track-suit bottoms. While I was eating Bob gave me the form to fill in for the bank. When I'd finished my breakfast I led Bob upstairs and into my bedroom and while he got to work on my computer I took my tote-bag from my bedside cabinet and placed it on the bed next to Bob's back-pack. Then I stripped off before picking up my tote-bag and going into the bathroom to prepare myself for the afternoon's activities. How I got through everything without shooting my load I'll never know; my arsehole was so sensitive when I applied the balm. And when I walked back into my bedroom my jerking cock was as stiff as a poker and leaking precum. My computer was running a split screen and Bob had set up both webcams to cover the bed from different angles. Bob had also covered the bed with a black rubber sheet. He looked me up and down and leered before nodding at my quivering cock. "Your first client had better be prepared, from the state of your cock you' ll cum the instant he asks you to touch it!" I went beetroot, I was a little embarrassed in front of Bob, I'd only seen him on film; we'd never been introduced. I sat on the bed. "And don't forget Paul you have to cum at least once in each hour." Still blushing I stammered. "I, er, don't think that'll be a, um, problem Bob. Can I cum more than twice in the two hours?" Bob gave a dirty laugh. "You can have as many orgasms as you like Paul as long as you have at least one each hour. Your first client, we'll call him Mr. A, if he asks you any questions or you need to speak to him address him as Sir. In fact if you have to speak to any of the clients address them all as Sir unless they tell you other wise. Okay?" "Okay Bob." "And if any client asks you to do something you're not happy with just tell him that it's more than the limits your Master has set you. The clients all know and accept that the boys have limits as to what they will do." "Okay." I was starting to feel a bit nervous, but I was also very sexually excited. Bob's mobile rang and he answered it; he didn't say much he just kept agreeing with whoever was talking to him. He finished the call and turned to me. "That was Monsieur Dumas Paul; er, Mr A just rang him and requested a couple of things for the session. As you go online Mr. A wants to see you sucking my cock, then, still sucking on my cock, you're to stuff a dildo up your arsehole and fuck yourself with it until you shoot your load hands-free, I don't think that will be a problem for you the sexual state you're in. When you've cum I'm supposed to shoot my load all over your face. Mr. A will tell you, or us, what to do next. Are you okay with that?" "Er yeah, which dildo should I use?" Bob rummaged in his back-pack and held up a black one with a handle and guard, the business end was a touch longer than Bob's 7 inch cock and about as thick with a slightly thicker bulbous knob; he threw it on the bed next to me and started to strip off. Bob was only wearing a baggy T-shirt, cut-off Levis and a pair of trainers so he was naked in seconds, his uncut cock was hard but not rigid. While Bob lubed up the dildo and I carefully lubed my arsehole I admired his stiffening uncut cock and his fit, shaved, coffee-coloured body. "Okay Paul, let's try out our positions and see if I've set the webcams up correctly." We knelt on the bed facing each other, Bob on his knees, me on my hands and knees so that my face was inches from Bob's cock; that webcam was okay, but Bob had to adjust the one trained on my arsehole. "Right, that's a better view; I'll enter us into the system." After checking his watch Bob pushed a key, the split screen went to an inset and the main screen showed a darkened room with an empty armchair. Bob got back onto the bed. He took hold of my head, I opened my mouth, and he pushed his stiff, 7 inch cock inside; then he put his hands under my shoulders to support me. I'd just started to suck on his cock and had tasted the first droplets of his precum when I heard a high pitched voice. "Very good boys, now slowly push the dildo all the way up your boycunt Paul then slowly fuck yourself with it while you continue to suck on Bob's cock." The man had a pronounced German accent and out of the corner of my eye I could see that he was sitting in the armchair facing the screen. He was pale, large, bald, fat, and naked and there was a naked, black haired, dark skinned boy between his legs obviously sucking his cock; and I could see a huge blue buttplug stuck up the boy's pert little arsehole. Leaving one hand on the bed I picked up the black dildo and placed it against my pucker. I relaxed as much as I could before putting pressure on the dildo. After a little resistance it broke through my sphincter causing me to gasp around Bob's stiff cock from the initial pain, which I hadn't expected. I paused for a second or two to get used to it, and then, very slowly, I started to feed the rest of the dildo into my arsehole, twisting and turning it as I did so. When it was fully buried up my arsehole the guard hit my buttocks and I slowly withdrew the dildo to its knob, then I started to slowly fuck my arsehole with the dildo. I was so sexed up by the sensations of the dildo rubbing across my prostate that after only three strokes I lifted off Bob's cock and gasped. "Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!" Bob pushed my mouth back over his throbbing cock as boycum spewed from my jerking cock onto the black rubber sheet. While I kept cumming I sucked harder on Bob's cock as I moaned and groaned around it. Squeals of delight and the sound of excited clapping came from my computer. "Yes, yes, yes! Keep fucking your boycunt with the dildo Paul, make yourself cum again; fuck yourself faster and harder. Bob try not to cum until Paul 's ready to shoot another load, I want you to try and cum together!" "Don't suck on my cock so hard Paul or else I'll cum; I need to last." Bob whispered to me as I resumed fucking my arsehole with the dildo, faster and harder as requested. My cock was still stiff and it bounced up and down as my strokes got faster. A couple of times the dildo left my arsehole completely; I just grunted as I rammed it back home. I'd stopped sucking on Bob's cock; I was just lapping his throbbing cock-shaft. More gasped orders came from Mr. A. "Give him a bigger dildo Bob!" Bob rummaged in his back-pack and pulled out another dildo, apart from being about 10 inches long it was identical in thickness to the one I was fucking my arsehole with. "No Bob, give him one that's thicker too!" "I'm sorry Sir I can't, his Master's orders." Mr. A's voice was petulant but resigned when he answered. "Oh well, I suppose that one will have to do; but fuck yourself hard with it Paul." As I pulled the 7 inch dildo from my arsehole Bob handed me the 10 inch one, and I steadily fed the whole thing up my arsehole, shuddering at the extra length; then I continued fucking myself with it. After several minutes of hard fucking I felt another orgasm building. "I'm close." I whispered to Bob. He whispered back: "Start sucking me off properly then." I sucked hard on his cock as I rammed the dildo up and down my arsehole. Bob just beat me to it; he yanked his cock from my mouth and gasped. "Close your eyes and open your mouth wide." I did as ordered and as I felt his first rope of spunk shoot into my mouth I inwardly groaned as my first thin rope of watery boycum shot from my quivering cock onto the black rubber sheet. I kept the dildo as far up my arsehole as I could and kept twisting it about as I continued my orgasm. Bob's thicker spunk was shooting onto my face as well as into my mouth and remembering what I'd been told to do previously when someone had cum on my face and into my mouth I didn't swallow any. I finished cumming just before Bob and as we gathered ourselves together there were more squeals of delight and applause from my computer. "Yes, yes, yes! Paul I hope you've been well trained and didn't swallow all of Bob's spunk. Open your mouth and show me Bob's spunk, then both of you lick up Paul's spunk off the sheet then share it; but Bob, leave as much of your spunk on Paul's face as you can. And Bob, keep fucking Paul's boycunt with the dildo while you're doing it." After I'd showed Mr. A. Bob's spunk and swallowed it when ordered to and showed him my empty mouth, we complied. As we lapped up my boycum off the rubber sheet I noticed that both our cocks were half-hard, but I didn't think I'd cum again for a while. After several minutes of frenching Mr. A ordered us to swallow my boycum; then I followed his orders and lay on my back on the edge of the bed. As I hooked my legs up and pulled them wide apart, the dildo shot out of my arsehole with a loud plop. Bob had let go off the dildo and was adjusting the webcams to focus on my arsehole and cock. My slightly open pucker was now totally exposed and I moaned with pleasure when Bob, under Mr. A's orders, began to expertly rim me. Within minutes Bob was alternately tongue-fucking and finger-fucking my exposed arsehole and I was writhing about as I moaned with pleasure. My cock was stiffening again, I couldn't see Bob's. On screen I could see that the young kid's back and hair were streaked with thick, yellowish spunk, Mr. A's I presumed, and the kid was sucking on Mr. A's cock again. "Bob, finger-fuck Paul's boycunt with as many fingers as you can, and start wanking his cock. I want him to cum again before my hour is up." Bob lifted his head and whispered. "If you cum again will you be able to cum for your next client?" I gave him a really silly grin. "I'll have an hour, what do you think!" Bob gave a dirty chuckle, gobbed on his hand, and began to slowly and expertly toss my cock with long slow strokes. He'd soon got three fingers of his other hand buried far up my arsehole, and when he began to manipulate my prostate I writhed about on the bed in ecstasy. I was moaning loudly and sweating profusely and I could feel Bob's cock against the back of my thigh; it was hard, throbbing and leaking precum. I tilted my head and looked at the screen; the kid was now sitting on Mr. A's cock facing the screen with his legs stretched wide apart outside Mr. A's meaty white thighs. The kid's pouty mouth gaped and his big black eyes were glazed over and he had a look of extreme rapture on his face. His thin brown body was devoid of any hair, even his pubes were totally shaved off. I could see the base of Mr. A's cock where it entered the kid's arsehole; it looked really thick, almost as thick as Claude's huge cock. Mr. A was lifting the kid up and down on his cock and the kid's stiff little cut cock was covered in boycum and bouncing all over the place. Mr. A was panting for breath as he stared intently over the kid's shoulder at his computer screen watching Bob and me. Waves of pleasure rolled over me as Bob increased his manipulation of my prostate. I gasped. "I'm gonna cum again!" I heard Mr A. call out. "Bob, can you cum on Paul too?" My body stiffened and watery boycum started shooting from my cock onto my chest and belly. While still wanking my cock Bob yanked his fingers from my arsehole and grabbed his own cock and wanked it furiously; within seconds his spunk was raining down on my body too. Squeals of delight came from my computer and I was just in time to see Mr. A. shuddering as he jammed the kid down on his cock and pumped his load of spunk into the kid's arsehole and the kid groaned and his load of spunk shot straight at the screen. That was the last image I saw before the screen went blank, the kid's surprisingly thick spunk running down the screen. As I untangled myself and sat up Bob leered at me. "Well done Paul, you really are one sexy little fucker, I can't wait to fuck your cute little boycunt! But that will have to be another time we've still got work to do. The next client wants you after-sex dirty, so there's no need to clean up, but I bet you could do with a drink?" "God, yes please, my throat's as dry as a bone." Bob reached into his back-pack and pulled out a mini-cooler, he took 2 bottles of what looked like milk shakes out and handed me one. "No aphrodisiacs, but full of vitamins and minerals, enjoy." We sat in companionable silence, arms around each others shoulders as we drank the pleasant, strawberry flavoured drinks. After a while Bob looked at his watch. "Okay Paul our break's over, finish your drink and arrange yourself on your bed in front of the screen. I'll leave the webcams as they are, but if your next client, er, Mr. B. say, wants them adjusting I'll do it." So I sat on the edge of my bed, leaning back on my hands, my feet on the floor and my legs wide apart displaying my half-hard cock and balls. I could feel the drying spunk on my face and body and my hair was wet with sweat. I must have looked totally depraved, and very sexy I guess. The screen flickered, but I couldn't see anything, the client's room was in darkness. Then a mechanical sounding voice spoke; I found out later that it was electronically distorted. "Mmmm, what a sexy, disgusting mess you look Boy, all sweaty and with dried spunk all over your face and body! Stand up you dirty little cum-pig and get your little-boy cock hard for me. When your cock's hard turn around, bend over, pull your arse-cheeks apart and show me your tight little boycunt."

I did as I was ordered, and as I tossed my cock it erected in seconds, I found being sexy and rude in front of the webcams a real turn-on. After I'd bent over and pulled my arse-cheeks wide apart to show Mr. B. my pucker he gave me another order. "Now I want you on your back with your legs in the air and wide apart; stuff a pillow under your buttocks. Is there any one with you Boy? I want a closer view of your boycunt." While I got into position I answered. "Er, yes, er, Sir, someone's with me, er it's Bob Sir." "Okay, but I don't want to see any more of Bob than his hands and arms." Bob went and adjusted the webcam so that it zoomed in on my arsehole until Mr. B. told him it was okay. "While you hold your legs up and apart I want Bob to get on the floor and start fucking your boycunt with a dildo, deep and very slowly." Bob picked up the 7 inch dildo, lubed it again, and placed it on my pucker. He gradually built up the pressure and it slid into my already lubed arsehole easily, but I groaned as if in pain for the camera. Mr. B. reminded him to go slow and Bob pushed the dildo into my arsehole centimetre by centimetre. My cock was soon jerking and dripping precum onto my belly as the dildo rubbed across my prostate. When the guard hit my buttocks Mr. B. told Bob to twist it about for a bit before pulling it out. By now I was moaning from actual pleasure, not for the camera. After a good minute or so Bob slowly pulled the dildo back; when only the slightly bulbous knob was left inside my arsehole Bob went to push the dildo back up my arsehole but Mr. B. interrupted him. "No, no, no! Pull the dildo all the way out of the cum-pig's boycunt and wait until his boycunt lips start to close before pushing it back in!" Bob did as he was told and I shuddered with pleasure when the dildo was reintroduced into my arsehole. This went on for 15 minutes or so, and the gaps between being fucked by the dildo got longer as my sphincter relaxed and stayed open longer. Then Mr. B. demanded that a thicker dildo was used; Bob looked questioningly at me and I nodded okay, my arsehole had been well stretched by now. Bob tipped the contents of his back-pack onto my bed and selected another black dildo. This one's business end was only 6 inches long but it was half as thick again as the 7 inch one. Staying out of view Bob showed it to the webcam. "Yes, yes, that's much better; now push it up the little fucker's boycunt nice and slow, then fuck his boycunt like you did before! Remember, pull the dildo all the way out of his boycunt and don't push it back into his boycunt until his boycunt lips are closing." I only lasted a couple of long slow strokes before I groaned loudly, my body stiffened and my boycum started to spray from my cock-slit. Bob paused as my sphincter began spasming around the dildo which caused Mr. B. to shout. "Don't stop! Keep dildoing his boycunt, and keep doing it even when he's stopped cumming!" When the dildo left my arsehole Bob had to push really hard to get it back in; it hurt a bit but my boycum shot even further, up onto my chin. As I finished cumming Bob continued to dildo my arsehole, he'd just pushed the dildo fully into my arsehole a second time when Mr. B. gave further instructions. "Boy, put your legs down on the bed; hold the dildo in place and keep twisting it about. Bob stuff another couple of pillows under his buttocks, and then take the webcam that's focussed on the dirty little cum-pig's cock and do a close-up of his cock, then pan over his body to show me all the spunk and boycum on it, then focus back on his cock, do it now!" We followed Mr. B's instructions and my cock, which had softened slightly, slowly began to stiffen from the constant friction from the dildo on my prostate. Being dirty on camera for a stranger and having him call me names was turning me on too. My arsehole was now high in the air and my body was bowed backwards. After several minutes my cock was hard again and Mr. B. gave another order. "Keeping the dildo full in your boycunt spread your legs as wide as you can across the bed cum-pig. Bob focus one webcam on the cum-pig's cock and the other on his boycunt. Then replace the dildo with a vibrating buttplug and switch it on. When it's running I want you to torture the cum-pigs tits until they're raw." I did as I was told while Bob adjusted the webcams. Then he selected a buttplug from the pile of sex toys on my bed; it was roughly the same thickness as the dildo currently stuffed up my arsehole but only 4 inches long from the taper. Bob lubed the buttplug and when I let go of the dildo, Bob took hold of the handle and slowly withdrew the dildo, immediately replacing it with the buttplug which I felt hit my prostate when it was fully inside my arsehole. Bob switched the buttplug on and I shuddered with delight as it vibrated against my prostate and the vibrations began to permeate my young body. As Bob moved his hands towards my small, red nipples which had been erect for ages he whispered to me. "I won't do too much to your nipples, but moan and ask me to stop." When Bob started to squeeze and pinch my nipples I writhed about and moaned and automatically reached for my cock which was rock-hard by now. "STOP THAT CUM-PIG! I haven't given you permission to play with your worthless little cock; the buttplug will get you off! But you can pull your foreskin back behind your corona." As I pulled my foreskin fully back a long thick strand of precum leaked from my cock-slit and trickled down my jerking cock-shaft before I reluctantly let go of my cock. Within minutes my nipples were really stiff and getting sore, so I begged Bob to stop torturing them. Mr. B. laughed evilly and told Bob to carry on. My whole body felt the vibrations from the buttplug causing me to shiver with pleasure. Precum was now leaking copiously onto my heaving belly and I knew that I was going to have another orgasm soon. "Turn the buttplug up to maximum Bob, I sense the dirty little cum-pig is about to have another orgasm. Leave his tits alone and start squeezing his balls." Bob did as he was ordered and my whole body shuddered and throbbed as he turned the buttplug to maximum speed. I gripped the rubber sheet tightly to stop myself grabbing my rigid cock and jerking it off. My moans and groans were getting louder and louder as Bob squeezed and fondled my balls. Then I fucked my hips up into the air and boycum began spewing from my cock landing on my body and the rubber sheet as it flew everywhere. It felt as if my whole body was orgasming; eventually I sank back onto the bed totally spent. "Okay Bob switch the buttplug off and pull it out of the cum-pig's boycunt. Boy, when Bob pulls the buttplug out of your boycunt get on your hands and knees and lick up all your boycum off the sheet and then stand in front of the camera and scoop up whatever you can off your scrawny body and eat it." When I'd finished licking or scooping up all of my boycum that I could off the rubber sheet and my body I ate it. Mr. B. told me to open my mouth wide and show him that it was empty. Then he told me to bend over and pull my arse-cheeks apart and he got Bob to focus a webcam on my pucker which was still slightly open. I was ordered to play with my pucker and arsehole and then finger-fuck it which I did, groaning suitably for the camera. A couple of minutes later the screen went blank, the session was over. As I straightened up I breathed a sigh of relief and Bob came and hugged me. "Well done Paul, that was a great couple of hours of sex, the clients will be well pleased." "Thanks Bob, er, do you fancy another drink, I'm really thirsty?" "Yeah I've got half an hour or so before I'm picked up and I could do with a drink, but I think we should shower and get dressed first." "I, um, well er; we can shower together can't we?" Bob chuckled sexily and squeezed my buttocks. "Of course we can you sexy little bugger, er, I think you want my cock up your arsehole too." Bob ran a couple of fingers over my pucker. "Don't you?" I blushed before I stammered out my reply. "Er, yeah, I er, fancy you, and I think you've got a nice cock, it reminds me of my ex-boyfriend's cock." Bob grinned sexily as he took hold of my hand and led me into the bathroom. But before we left my bedroom I picked up a small buttplug out of the pile of sex toys, I'd want to keep his spunk in my arsehole after he'd cum. In the bathroom when I put the buttplug on a shower shelf Bob gave me a wicked grin, he didn't say anything but I knew that he knew what the buttplug was for. As I got the water temperature right I glanced at Bob's cock; it was stiffening up and standing at right angles to his fit brown body. My own cock was half-hard, I didn't think I'd cum again after 5 orgasms but I didn 't care, I just wanted to feel a real cock pounding away in my arsehole not a dildo. When the water was ready we stepped under the flow, Bob's voice was husky when he spoke. "Bend over and brace yourself against the wall with your legs slightly apart. I've wanted to fuck your arse since the moment I set eyes on you; you' ve got a great little body, a really sexy arse, and you're such a sexy little fucker." So I bent over placing my hands flat against the wall with my torso almost at right angles to my legs. I could feel the warm water hitting my back and running down my arse-crack and legs. Then I felt Bob right behind me, he straddled his legs so that they were outside mine and I felt him rub his cock up and down my arse-crack and tickle my pucker with his knob. "This water's a distraction." And he reached over and turned the shower off before placing his knob against my pucker and growling. "Relax and brace yourself Paul, I'm going to ram my cock up your arsehole in one go, I'm so fucking turned on!" I tried to relax but I had to gasp as Bob rammed his hard 7 inch cock all the way up my arsehole until I felt his largish balls bang against my buttocks. As Bob let me get used to the feel of his throbbing cock he leaned over my back and cupped his hands under my shoulders. Then he leant in and tongued my ear-holes until I squirmed and pushed back against his thighs. "Fuck me now Bob, hard!" I pleaded as I worked my sphincter around his cock-shaft. "You asked for it Baby." He whispered in my ear-hole before starting to fuck my arsehole with ever increasing strokes. Within minutes Bob was really banging away at my arsehole, so hard that even with his hands pulling my body back onto his cock I thought I'd bang my head on the shower wall. The fucking got wilder and Bob was soon punch-fucking my arsehole every half a dozen strokes or so. Although Bob's cock was nowhere as big as the black guys' cocks I loved the feeling of him forcing his cock up and down and in and out of my arsehole at such a furious pace. My cock still wasn't fully hard but I didn't care if I came or not, I just loved having my arsehole fucked. We were both sweating profusely by now and I was moaning loudly while Bob was grunting and groaning. My pulse was racing and we were covered in sweat as Bob continued to ram his cock in and out of my arsehole. My cock was almost stiff but I wasn't producing any precum, my balls had been drained dry by the afternoon's events. I desperately wanted to feel Bob shooting his load inside my arsehole so, whenever I could; I tightly squeezed his cock-shaft with my sphincter. That had the desired effect, within a few minutes Bob gasped into my ear as he rammed his throbbing cock as far up my arsehole as it could go. "You're an incredible fuck Paul, I'm gonna cum!" Bob gripped me tighter as he shuddered and bucked into me and I felt the hot licks of his spunk splattering against my colon walls. Although he'd already had two orgasms earlier Bob shot a really big load into my arsehole before finally collapsing on my back. When we'd both recovered sufficiently Bob reached over and picked up the buttplug, wordlessly he eased his softening cock from my arsehole and replaced it with the buttplug. Bob held it in place for the few seconds it took my sphincter to close around it. "That's what you wanted isn't it Paul?" "Yeah Bob thanks, I like to know your spunk is still inside my arsehole, it 's sexy. That was a great fuck Bob; I really love having a stiff cock pounding away at my arsehole." "And what a great arsehole you've got kid, I'd fuck it 24/7 if I could! Now we'd better shower before my lift gets here and I get a bollocking." As we tenderly washed each other's bodies we chatted and found out that we liked the same sort of music and films. I read a fair bit but Bob didn't, he worked out I didn't. We'd occasionally snog, but when we both started to get hard again Bob said we'd better finish showering and get dressed. Back in the bedroom we dressed and I put the sex toys back in the back-pack and hid it in the bottom of my wardrobe. We couldn't resist having another sexy snog, but we'd only just started when the doorbell rang. We broke apart and I followed Bob downstairs and opened the front door, Parfait was waiting. I immediately blushed and he gave a dirty laugh. "No need to ask what you two have been up to is there? The look on Paul's face says it all!" I couldn't protest my innocence and went even redder instead. "Well, there's no harm done, both of today's clients have already contacted Monsieur Dumas to say that they were well satisfied with their sessions. Claude watched the sessions too, and he told me that you appeared to have a great time Paul. So I hope you both enjoyed yourselves together as well." I said nothing, I was still red with embarrassment, but Bob answered cockily. "We sure did, Paul's a great fuck and he's got an arsehole to die for. I can't wait for the opportunity to fuck him again!" Parfait chuckled before he replied and reached out to ruffle my hair. "Well Bob that may be sooner than you think. Due to other commitments we' re going to have to bring the next film session forwards to this coming weekend; if that's okay with you Paul?" Alright with me? I couldn't wait and answered breathlessly. "Christ yes Parfait, I can't wait to have you and the other guys give my arsehole a real seeing to!" "Good, you've got the bromide tablet handy?" "Er, yes, why?" "Why do you think, we want your balls full of boycum for the weekend so I want you to take it now. I forgot to bring anymore with me but I'll send someone round tomorrow with a couple more; one for tomorrow and one for Thursday. And I'll send you a bottle of the protein shake for you to have instead of a solid breakfast Friday morning. Obviously there'll be no more webcam sessions either; our clients like to see our boys have lots of orgasms in our films." My face dropped; no more cumming until Friday! "Don't sulk; you know it makes for sexier films when your balls are fully charged and you have a big orgasm the first couple of times, right?" "I suppose so, but I don't have to be happy about it!" They both laughed and Parfait hugged me. "And don't forget you've cum 5 times already today for the clients so Claude informed me, so that should hold you for a bit. Did you cum with Bob too?" I blushed again. "Er no, my balls were empty, but I er, enjoyed Bob fucking my arsehole even if my cock didn't get hard and I didn't have an orgasm." "Well there you go; you're becoming a real little sex-pig I'm pleased to say. Now go and get the tablet, we'll wait for you in the kitchen." I went and got the tablet and Parfait watched as I took it; then the three of us had a group hug and a brief snog and they left. Part of me was disappointed that I wouldn't be performing again in front of the webcams, but a bigger part of me was looking forwards to the weekend. The lack of orgasms I could cope with too; I knew I'd cum loads of times while we were filming. It was a lovely hot afternoon so I texted my Mom to say that I'd be home early evening and then I went upstairs and changed into a pair of Speedos to contain the buttplug, a pair of skimpy shorts and put on my trainers. I picked up a T-shirt for later when it went cooler, then got my bike out and rode to the local park. There were some local lads I knew playing football and I joined in. All but a couple of the fatter lads were dressed like me in just shorts and trainers, they were all about my age give or take a year or two and some of them were really sexy. And I was able to perv them knowing I wouldn't get an erection and embarrass myself. The oldest of the lads, Mark, lived near me in a block of flats at the end of my street, he was a couple of years older than most of us and at Uni. He always seemed to hang around with lads younger than himself. He was handsome, almost pretty, with long blonde hair (in a ponytail) and blue eyes; at 5 ft 10 he had a fit swimmer's build and a hairless body with big brown nipples that were prominent. Although he was blonde he tanned easily and never seemed to get sunburnt. Mom said his Dad was Finnish, but his parents were divorced and he lived alone with his Mom. His tightish white nylon shorts showed a big bulge and whenever he caught me eyeing him up and down he'd smile at me which caused me to blush; I began to wonder if he was into gay sex. It felt so sexy when the buttplug jiggled about inside my arsehole at first but then it got a bit uncomfortable and put me off my game so I decided not to do it again. When we finished playing Mark walked off with his arm around the shoulders of an attractive young lad about my height who I'd only seen once before and hardly knew. The lad was Anglo-Indian, 15 years old and called Dev, that was all I knew. He had a smooth, slim, lithe, hairless body with tiny dark brown nipples and a flat behind, and he had a faint line of hair on his upper lip. I couldn't see his bulge, he was wearing very baggy cargo shorts, but he was continually playing pocket-billiards! Before they left Mark had made a point of coming over and saying goodbye to me while shaking my hand firmly and holding onto it longer than necessary. I cycled home and had some supper; dropping it out to my parents that I'd be away for the weekend again, they didn't seem to mind, they just told me to behave myself. Then I went to my room and logged onto my computer and played games until I started yawning. When I got ready for bed I decided to leave the buttplug in my arsehole until tomorrow. As I lay down images of Claude's immense cock flashed through my mind and I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. I awoke at 10:00 to another lovely warm sunny day. After my ablutions, which included washing myself out, I decided to put the buttplug back in, it felt sexy even though I couldn't get an erection. If I decided to go and play football thought I'd take it out. I put on my shorts and trainers from yesterday, but no Speedos, and went downstairs and had some breakfast. After breakfast I cleared up and did a couple of chores around the house. All the bending and stretching made the buttplug move around in my arsehole sending

shivers of pleasure through my body. When I'd finished it was almost midday and I was deciding what to do for the afternoon when the doorbell rang. I answered it to find Dai on the doorstep; he was wearing a pair of brief white cotton shorts, trainers and a tight white singlet (wife beater). He groped himself and smiled broadly at me before he spoke. "Morning Paul, I've bought you your two extra tablets; Parfait told me to see that you take one now in front of me. Okay?" "Yeah, you'd better come in." I led him into the kitchen and drew a glass of water, as I turned to take the proffered tablet from Dai's outstretched hand I noticed that he was still groping what was an obvious hard-on and he had a sexy glint in his eye. Where's this going I wondered to myself as I took the tablet off him and swallowed it. Dai handed me the other tablet and the protein drink which I put in the fridge. "What are you doing today then Paul?" "I hadn't made my mind up yet. Why?" "Well, I know you can't get a hard-on, but how do you fancy a fuck? Bob's told me all about yesterday and he says what a great boycunt you've got. I never tossed my morning woody off so I'm really up for a good fuck." I leered at him and wordlessly started to strip off, as did Dai. What a great day this was turning out to be I thought; getting fucked even though I couldn't cum still felt great. We were both naked in seconds and I could see that Dai's very thick cock was stiff and straining. "How do you feel about me filming this Paul?" "I'm okay with it, knowing I'm on camera makes me feel sexier." So Dai set up a mini-cam on a work-top, one on the floor and focussed them onto the end of the table; then he pulled me to him and we snogged while groping each other's buttocks. Dai soon found the buttplug and began twisting and turning it. After several minutes Dai broke apart. "I didn't expect you to still have the dildo up your arsehole Paul, you'd better go and remove it and clean yourself." "No need to Dai, I shoved it back in after I cleaned myself out, it feels so sexy even if I can't get a hard-on." Dai chuckled and playfully pinched my nipples. "That's okay then; now suck on my cock first, get my juices flowing." I immediately dropped to my knees and, holding it around the base, I took his very thick 6 inch cock into my mouth and started to work on it while I squeezed and fondled his balls with my other hand. Dai put his hands on my head and was soon moaning with pleasure. Within a couple of minutes Dai's precum started to trickle down my throat. Dai lifted me off his cock and I stood up. "Lean on the table Paul, I want to eat out your boycunt!" I didn't need telling twice; I bent over the table, put my head on my folded arms, straddled my legs and pushed my bum up in the air. After yanking the buttplug out of my arsehole, causing me to yelp, Dai sucked it a couple of times and then placed it on the table. Then he parted my buttocks and ran his tongue up and down my arse-crack a few times before tonguing my pucker. I tried to relax and Dai veed his tongue and managed to force the tip inside my arsehole, it felt so good I whimpered with pleasure. A few minutes later Dai forced a finger into my arsehole after withdrawing his tongue. Seconds later he introduced a second finger and concentrated on stretching my sphincter. I was getting worked up when the doorbell rang again. Dai eased his fingers from my arsehole. "Stay there Paul, don't move, that'll be Sean, he arranged to meet me here for a lift back. Oh, you won't mind Sean joining us for sex will you?" I looked over my shoulder and leered at him. "On the contrary, now I can suck a cock off while I'm being fucked; and then I hope you can swap over so that I can eat two loads of spunk and have two loads fucked into my arsehole." Dai gave a filthy laugh. "You ARE a dirty little bugger, and yes, I'm sure Sean and I can cum twice while we have sex with you!" As Sean followed Dai back into the kitchen he'd already pulled his T-shirt off and was unbuckling his well-worn Levi cut-offs which he stepped out of as he kicked off his trainers. He leered at my exposed arsehole and I saw his half-hard cock thicken as it stiffened. He walked over and stroked my buttocks with one hand while he played with his stiffening cock. "Monsieur Dumas suggested that you keep your sphincter loose ready for Friday, and what better way is there than us fucking your arsehole? Dai told me what's going on when he let me in, so move back until you're just gripping the edge of the table and I'll get in-between your arms so that you can suck me off." I did as Sean suggested and he ducked down and came up between my arms. He straddled slightly and his cock was in front of my mouth. I opened wide and he guided his now hard 8 inch cock into my mouth, stopping when he'd got his massively flared knob and about an inch of cock-shaft inside. Sean pulled his loose foreskin back and I set about his knob immediately. While this was going on Dai gobbed on my pucker a couple of times before inserting one, two, then three fingers into my arsehole and continued stretching my sphincter. Sean began to leak precum which I eagerly swallowed. "Is your arsehole loose enough for my cock Paul?" I lifted off Sean's cock just long enough to gasp: "Fuck yes!" As I took Sean's cock back into my mouth I felt Dai place his torpedo shaped knob against my pucker; I relaxed, and then I gasped around Sean's throbbing cock as Dai rammed his very thick, 6 inch cock home, not stopping until his balls bounced against my lily-white buttocks. Dai grabbed my hips and started to fuck my arsehole at a strong, steady pace. It felt great to have a real live cock fucking my arsehole again and to have a hard, throbbing cock to suck on. I moaned softly while I worked on Sean's cock, concentrating on his massively flared knob. Soft moans and groans filled the air and I was soon sweating as were the other two guys. Sean took hold of my ears and gently pulled my head back and forth so that he was fucking my mouth with inch long strokes. Then Sean's grip tightened and he gasped through clenched teeth. "Get ready, I'm gonna cum!" His hips bucked and warm spunk started to flood my mouth. I started to swallow Sean's great tasting spunk immediately; no way was I going to hold it in my mouth to show him later. Sean had shot a couple of ropes when Dai clenched my hips, thrust his thick cock as far up my arsehole as he could and gasped. "Fuck yeah! I'm gonna to fill your tight little arsehole full of my spunk while Sean fills your mouth with his!" And I felt blast after blast of Dai's spunk splattering against my colon walls, heaven. When they'd both finished cumming I expected them to rest but no, Sean pulled his still hard cock from my mouth and changed places with Dai. I almost screamed when Sean's massively flared knob broke through my sphincter, but by now Dai was between my arms and he pulled my head down and fed me his softening cock. As I began to suck on it Dai's thick cock quickly began to engorge once more. I could hear Sean's cock squelching up and down my arsehole as he started to slowly fuck it. His massively flared knob rubbed across my prostate; and although my cock wouldn't stiffen I felt a dribbly sensation and knew that I was producing precum. Dai's cock tasted great, a mixture of my body juices, spunk, post-cum and then precum again, and I swallowed it all with relish. Sean leaned over my back and cupped my shoulders as he thrust his cock all the way up my arsehole then pulled back until just his massively flared knob was left inside. As he continued steadily fucking my arsehole I felt Dai's spunk start to seep from my arsehole and trickle down my legs. After 10 minutes or so, although both lads had only recently cum, I knew that another orgasm was imminent when their breathing became laboured. I knew that I couldn't cum, let alone get a hard-on, but I still loved having my arsehole fucked by Sean's 8 inch cock and my mouth full of Dai's very thick, precum leaking cock to suck on. Dai took hold of my head and I held still as he proceeded to fuck my mouth with 2 inch strokes. Sean had speeded up his fuck rate as his second orgasm approached and my prostate was getting a real pounding from his flared knob as his cock ploughed up and down my arsehole. Shudders ran through my thin young body as I concentrated on sucking Dai's cock while spasming my prostate around Sean's throbbing cock-shaft. Then Sean rammed his cock home and gasped. "Here it comes you dirty little sex-pig, take my load!" I felt Sean's cock throb and expand and then his spunk started to splatter against my colon walls. Sean shot about 5 times before half collapsing on my back. And then Dai's grip on my head tightened and he started to shoot rope after rope of spunk into my mouth which I eagerly swallowed as I sucked hard on his knob. When Dai finished cumming he leaned back against the table and his softening cock dropped out of my mouth. Wordlessly he passed Sean the buttplug and as Sean yanked his softening cock from my arsehole he rammed the buttplug home in its place. My sphincter soon closed around the narrow bit. We untangled ourselves and I noticed a small pool of my precum on the floor. Then, while Dai and I snogged, Sean licked up all of the spunk he could find in my arse-crack and off the backs of my legs. When he'd finished he stood up and we embraced and snogged while Dai turned off the mini-cams and began dressing. I broke away. "Don't you guys want to shower?" Sean chuckled as he started dressing. "No, we've got a session lined up for later back at the house and the client likes to see us after-sex dirty; he's been watching what's been happening via the mini-cams. When we get back he wants to see us fucked for a long time by Parfait, Fabrice, Claude and Farid before we actually orgasm again; and after this session that should take a long, long time!" "Who's Farid?" Dai answered me. "He's a Moroccan guy, one of our film making group, his name means unique or unrivalled. He's about the same size and shape as Parfait, but a little thinner, and he has a cock as big as Fabrice's. I bet you'll like him, and he's going to be in the film you're acting in on the weekend." "Who else is going to be in the film?" This time Sean answered me. "You'll have to wait and see, but I can promise you that you won't be disappointed, your arsehole will be well and truly fucked!" A shiver of excitement ran through me, I couldn't wait for Friday to arrive. We snogged again and then the guys left. I felt tired, but after I'd showered I felt wide awake, so I dressed again and cycled to the park. I'd still got the buttplug up my arsehole which made me feel sexy and I was sure I could feel Sean and Dai's spunk sloshing around inside my arsehole. I wasn' t going to play football because of the buttplug, but I could watch and perv the guys, especially Mark and his young mate. However when I got to the football pitches the lads had just finished playing and were going home. I couldn't see Mark or Dev so I cycled around for a bit and then went home and did some studying on my computer. Our form master had given us some college related homework to do if we wanted to, so, being diligent I gave it a go. I worked until my parents got home, then we had a meal and I casually reminded them that I was going away for the weekend again, they seemed totally disinterested. I went to bed early, I couldn't stop yawning, all the fucking had tired me out. When I got up on Thursday morning (late) there was a text message from Parfait reminding me to take the tablet and to play with my arsehole to loosen it up ready for Friday, and telling me that he'd pick me up in the mini-market car-park at the corner of my street at 1:00 p.m. After, when I logged on to my computer to check my emails, Sean imailed me. We chatted for ages and I told him all about Mark and his young friend Dev. Sean suggested that after the weekend's filming I should get in touch with Mark and arrange a meeting between the four of us so that he could suss Mark and Dev out and I tentatively agreed. I did my ablutions after removing the buttplug and dressed in shorts and trainers before going to eat and take the tablet. I didn 't put the buttplug back in, I was hoping to play football and it would have been uncomfortable and maybe noticeable. Then, after completing some chores, I stuck a T-shirt, my mobile and a bottle of water into my tote bag, got my bike out and headed for the park. There were a gang of lads I knew just about to start a game of football so I joined them. Mark and Dev were nowhere in sight, and when I casually asked one of the lads where Mark and Dev were he told me he wasn't sure but he thought Mark was taking Dev to the cinema. After the game finished several of us went to the chippy for something to eat and then we went to watch TV at one of their houses, he had just been given the Fawlty Towers DVD collection for his birthday. By the time we'd watched three episodes it was time to go home. After dinner I went up to my room after cleaning my arsehole out in the bathroom. I found a free gay porn site and while I watched movie clips I worked various sized dildos in and out of my arsehole. At midnight my Dad called out for me to go to bed, so I inserted a fairly large buttplug in my arsehole and got into bed. I didn't think I'd sleep but I soon dropped off and dreamt of being gang-banged by a load of men and lads.

End of part four; I hope you enjoyed it.

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