It was a glorious English summers day in early July, plenty of sunshine but not too hot. I had been at work, which usually consisted of a lot of flirting with the middle-aged women in the office (women of a certain age have always been drawn to me in that respect).
Just after lunch, and no doubt fuelled with a little Dutch courage from a pub visit one of those middle-aged ladies squeezed my backside in a jokey way, and would no doubt be going home later fantasizing about being screwed by me instead her un eager husband. After all this was the 1980’s… I never let on that I would have preferred it to have been her husband screwing me.
This brief exchange had got me feeling all a bit horny and I stopped off in a layby on my way back from work to have a pee in the public conveniences, half hoping that I might also get to satisfy the itch. Most of the time it’s a quick wank, getting turned on by the desperate scrawls on the back of the toilet door, but on this occasion, it was somewhat different. Whilst I was relieving myself this older guy joined me at the urinal. I noticed that he was looking at me so I turn my body round ever so slightly to face his direction, he must have got the hint as his hand immediately grabbed my cock, which by now was rock hard. I was now hoping for a quick fumble in one of the cubicles but then he asked me my preferred role to which I replied “definitely bottom only” Instead of a grope in a smelly graffiti ridden cubicle he said that he had a campervan parked outside and wondered if I’d like to see it?
Naturally I jumped at the opportunity and replied “ Absolutely!”
Parked a little way down the layby was a really impressive motorhome, not a nasty Ford Transit conversion with horrible brown draylon upholstery but one of those rather expensive purpose-built things. We got to the door and we both went in, me first and as soon as I’d got inside, I felt a firm slap on my ass from him, this is going to fun I mused!
He said they were parked up for the night. “they”? I thought. I was just about to enquiry when a young guy, a bit younger than me, came out of the bathroom, after just showering. Wearing a very skimpy towel and sporting a main of blond hair, he came over, smiled and shook my hand. “I’m Tony” he said. “Nick” I replied and just then the older guy also chimed in with an introduction, despite having grabbed my cock and slapped my ass, we hadn’t been formally introduced! Hamish fixed us all some drinks and we sat around the table just chatting for a while.
It turned out that he had worked in the city as a trader all his life, had made truckloads of money and decided to get out of the game early whilst he still had life left in him. He’d been married to a lawyer, who also worked in the city and whilst they remained friends, realised that their lives had drifted apart and that they didn’t really share the same interests anymore. She like cosy nights in and reading and Hamish, well you’ll find out what he likes shortly! Tony was 3rd Cousin to Hamish, had just finished his first year at university of East Anglia, studying Fine Arts and was hitching a ride with his uncle on his was to Newquay for some surfing action.
The day before Hamish collected Tony from the family home in Norfolk, despite being related, they’d only met a few times at those compulsory and often quite dreadful family gatherings and for all intents and purposes they were strangers. Casually talking in the way that middle aged men do with young people and it turned out that Tony was bi sexual, he was very open about it which was extremely unusual for the day. It had also transpired that he’d yet to lose his cherry with either sex, as an attempted buggery by a 6th former at public school didn’t count! Hamish confessed that one of the reasons that he’d drifted apart from his wife was that he came to the gradual conclusion that he preferred to pot the brown and not the pink. It was also during this conversation that they also worked out that both being committed “tops only” might prove a bit of hinderance if they were going to have some serious fun on the way down to Cornwall, after all the good old ’69 can get a bit samey after a while.
So this I were I came in, and hence Hamish’s direct question regarding my role. They were after a nice piece of ass and I certainly hoped I could help!
After a couple of drinks, we were all feeling that familiar buzz you get when Hamish suggested that it was about time I freshened up, I duly obliged and came back out of the shower sporting a jockstrap that had left for me to wear. Tony looked a little nervous and Hamish looked as if he wanted to fuck all night long! This was the first time that I’d been with 2 other guys at the same time and the dynamics took a little get used to. After some accidental banging of heads, the 3 of us manage to find a rhythm, By now both of them had rimmed my quivering ass and both of them had shoved their cocks in my mouth and it was now time for the reason why I was here, and that was to be fucked senseless! Remember this was Tony’s first time and he was doing great up until this point. Hamish bent me over the table and guided Tony’s throbbing cock into my eagerly awaiting asshole. He had just started to pump his cock, when I heard that familiar sound and felt a rush of cum flowing inside me. I’m afraid it had all been a little too much for Tony to cope with, he apologised profusely as his cock withdrew from my ass. “Not to worry”, I said. “I’m sure there’s plenty more gas left in the tank!” he smiled and replied; “definitely”. I was still bent over the table and it was now Hamish’s turn to go to work in me. He had an impressive cock and nice big pair of balls and kept them well trimmed. He also knew extremely well what to do with his weapon, at first, he starting teasing my ring with the end of his cock and then he gradually started working it in deeper, withdrawing and repeating the process, but pretty soon he was in balls deep. with he hands wrapped around the jock strap he starting slamming his cock in and out of me, with those big balls slamming against mine with every thrust. By this time Tony had come back online and his cock was standing firm and ready to go again. I asked him, as best I could whilst being pounded by Hamish, to kneel up of the table so I could suck his cock. So there I was being spit roasted for the very first time, and I loved every second of it, which was made even more amazing as they both came at exactly the same time. Hamish let out a deep grunt as his hot seed flowed into my ass and Tony moaned as he pumped his cum down my gullet. The both withdrew their now flaccid cocks from each of my respective holes and I was left bent over the table feeling as if I had a proper seeing too!
I of course, was yet to cum, I prefer it that way as I can look forward to being fucked over and over again. But before that the boys needed time to reload. We all put some clothes on and went out for something to eat. The layby was a short walk from the town where we found a nice Thai restaurant, went in an sat down at one of those amazing carved 3D tables that are very popular in these types of places. We ordered some drinks and some food and Hamish and I were curious about the incident that Tony had had back in Public school. As we were on a table quite away from the other diners chatting openly wasn’t a real issue. Tony told us that he’d been summoned to one of the 6th formers room for some fagging duty, which he thought was probably going to be shoe cleaning or something similar. It turned out it wasn’t. The 6th former had asked Tony to help him retrieve something from behind his desk, apparently he couldn’t do it himself as he feigned injury with a bad back. As Tony was bending over the desk he felt a pair of hands reaching round his waist and then grabbing at his crotch, and the same time he felt a cock pressing against his ass. “I’m going to fuck you now and there’s nothing you can do about it” said the 6th former. Tony knew that he loved cocks but certainly wasn’t relishing the idea of being forced upon! He was much bigger and stronger than Tony and he knew he wouldn’t be able to fend him off in the conventional manner. “What on earth did you do?” we both asked (secretly my cock was straining my trousers as he was telling us the story). “Well” said Tony “I went along with it little while, I let him unzip my trousers and play with my cock, which admittedly was start to stiffen up” “and then?” we both eagerly interrupted. I could tell the Hamish was also getting aroused and Tony was relaying the story to us. “So” he carried on; “I let him then pull my trousers and pants down and spread my legs apart, but then I said wait, please let me suck your gorgeous cock before you screw me”. “Great idea” came back the reply. “this time I had him, just as he shoved hid cock in my mouth I administered an upper cut with my fist to his ball sack and bit his nob, not too hard but just hard enough” whilst he was on the floor nursing his wounded ego, amongst other things, I pulled my trousers up, composed myself and walked out of his room. It was his last term and the incident was never spoken of again.
Both Hamish and I had, I think, gone off the boil a bit and we both winced a little at the recanting of the end of the story.
Our food started arriving in droves, we’d ordered the banquet as Hamish said he was paying. It was lush and soon we were full to bursting point. By this time, it was about 10 pm and just getting dark, the three of us left thanked the staff for a lovely meal, bid our fair wells, as we were leaving the restaurant Hamish made sure no one was looking and gave me a cheeky slap on my ass as we left, saying “now this is where the fun starts”. I thought; “surely it can’t much more fun than we’ve already had”. Little was I, and Tony for that matter, to know what was in store when we got back to the campervan.
We arrived back in the layby in double quick time; I couldn’t wait to play with the boys’ cocks once more. As we got inside there was a call on Hamish’s new-fangled mobile phone thingy. We heard him say;” yah we’re back now come round in 5 mins” Both Tony and I were a bit confused but were soon told by Hamish that he’d arranged a special surprise for us as we’d been such good boys. The 5 mins duly came swiftly followed by a knock on the door. Hamish opened it and in walked 4 guys. “Here’s the surprise!” he said. Just then 3 of the young men starting taking their clothes off and pretty soon they were all standing in front of me in the buff. “What do you think?” enquired Hamish. “Well” I said, “I don’t know what you have planned, but why hasn’t the black guy stripped like the others?” “All will be revealed in the fulness of time” mused Hamish. With these young men standing in front of me my ass was twitching like never before, and I could see Tony’s cock was chomping at the bit. What happened next was nothing short of spectacular. Hamish suggested that I choose the boys in size order. I did, and the smallest of the 4 (although not that small!) sat down on the sofa and invited me to sit on his cock. Well, I certainly didn’t need much persuading and I quickly lubed it up with a couple of firm strokes of my oiled hand. Gliding gently on top of was lovely and I quickly felt his lap pressed against my butt cheeks, he was in balls deep, just how I like it. Hamish then brought over number 2 who proceeded to stuff his cock in my mouth. “It tastes of fruit” I managed to mumble to him. “Ah that will be the strawberry flavoured lube” he said. As I said Tony was chomping at the bit but now he was looking a bit like a spare prick at an orgy. This is where the interesting bit came in; Hamish suggested that he enters the guy with the cock in my mouth. I’m gently bobbing up and down on my guy and now we have the added rhythmical complication of trying to time Tony’s thrusts without chocking on the Willy in my mouth! It took a little while to get it working. The young man I was currently sitting on would thrust up, just as Tony would do the same movement. This meant the cock going in and out of my throat was timed perfectly with the thrusting of the cock up my arse. We were getting quite proficient at it, until yes, you’ve guessed it, Tony came too early! It wasn’t over then as we had some reinforcements. The 3rd guy stepped up to the plate and went in for sloppy seconds. Pretty soon after that the guy I was sitting on shot his load in me quickly followed by the guy with his cock in my mouth. With both of those two spent, the 3rd guy, who hadn’t released yet, bent me over the table and quickly deposited his lovely seed deep in me. By now my ass was run ragged, I still hadn’t cum and was feeling beyond horny. Hamish had got us all beers from the fridge and we just slugging back some much-needed liquid refreshment when he announced “and now please welcome the star of the show…” just as the black guy stood up and dropped his trousers. We all gasped in unison and then, for some inexplicable reason, started applauding.
I’d heard people talking about how some black fellas are endowed downstairs but Desmond, as he was now introduced to us, was literally hung like a horse. So, there he was, standing in front of us, hands on hips and his boa constrictor of weapon hanging half way down to his knee.
Hamish, who had been filming a lot of the evening’s exploits zoomed his camera in between Desmond’s legs in aw and we all stood there not really knowing what to do. I looked at Hamish as he looked at me and said “do you think you could handle that?”
“For Queen and country, I’ll give it a damn good try!” I said, “although that thing would split me in two” I thought to myself! “
Desmond was still standing in the living room with his monster cock hanging flaccid. Two of the other guys knelt either side of him and started to go to work to wind the beast into life. A combination of stroking his inner thigh and running their eager tongues up and down it didn’t appear to be working.
“Anything wrong?” asked Hamish
“I need rimming” came back the reply.
I don’t think of us were expecting that reply, but the 3rd guy duly obliged and got to wear the “men working at rear” t shirt.
Whilst this was going on Hamish suggest that we go into the bedroom and get ready. He got me to lay on my back and placed and inflatable wedge under my backside. Tony brought out a bottle of analeze and started to cover my man pussy with whilst I was deeply inhaling on a bottle of freshly opened room aromas. I could feel that sexual charge washing all over me and my trepidation turned to excitement as to what was about to unfold.
Desmond waltzed in with his tool facing in very much the right direction! Hamish was filming and we were all set. “wait” I said, “we need a safe word just in case” Desmond agreed and we settled on “Beetle juice”, as it had just come out in the cinema…
Desmond climbed onto the bed and started kissing me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and could feel the throbbing head of his manhood up to my chest, it must have been a foot long if it was an inch.
“Please be gentle” I whispered in his ear. “of course,” came the reply
And then it started, he pulled back off me and starting teasing my ass with the end of his cock, ever so slowly easing it in. I was feeling really anxious but through gentle coaxing he managed to get it all in, “Fuck” I thought “this is hitting in a way that I’ve never experienced before”.
By now Desmond was in full throw, due to some cleverly place mirrors in the bedroom I could watch the gloriously rhythmical action of his butt as he slammed into me time after time. “Time to change” he exclaimed as he withdrew his huge throbbing cock from my ass and within an instant, he had flipped me over onto my front and re-entered me.
So there I was, on my back, with my legs wrapped around a black man’s waist. His huge cock was battering my prostate. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better Tony straddled my chest and slipped his oh so rock hard cock down my throat, and in typical ‘Tony’ style it wasn’t long before he was flooding my mouth with his hot seed, I didn’t spill a drop… Then Hamish followed suit. With his weapon working my mouth I could sense that Winston was about to cum, I felt the pre-ejaculation shakes and the intensifying grunts and then it happened, it seemed to go on for ever and finally after one final thrust with his penis, he withdrew from my battered arse.
Hamish was still pounding away down my throat
and then quite un expectedly I felt a pair of hands lift my thighs up and a tongue slipping up my ass, I knew there was a lot of Winston’s spunk up there, so I pushed it out only to have lapped up by one of the other guys. Hamish also finished in my mouth, and withdrew.
Blimey, I thought to myself, what a night! I was left lying on the bed, looking at 5 guys who had fucked me sucked me rimmed me and left pints of spunk in all my holes! I couldn’t move, I was exhausted, Hamish and Tony said goodbye to them and I managed to blow them a kiss and give them a wink!
Once they’d left Hamish turned around to me and said; “well done, you must be exhausted, and you still haven’t cum yet!’
Hamish was, of course, correct, my balls were most definitely still full.
I’m exhausted, why don’t you wake me up in the middle of the night and surprise me?’ I said.
Well, I must have dropped of to sleep immediately as the next thing I remember was being gently woken from my deep slumber by fingers rubbing my ass and stroking my balls. I felt my cock stiffen followed by the sensation on a mouth enveloping my proud manhood. I was still half asleep, but managed to utter the words “omg I’m just about to explode” I looked up and could just make out in the darkness that it was Hamish who was blowing me. I smiled and finally shot my load; he didn’t flinch and let it just fill his throat. Tony shortly afterwards came, again! and we all fell asleep in a lovely spunky man heap
I had a fantastic weekend with Hamish, Tony and friends and returned home on the Sunday with a massive grin of my face and an ass full of cum. When Winston had literally exploded inside me, I thought it was going to dribble out of my ears!!
I went to bed that night going over everything that all the amazing guys had done with me that Saturday night and couldn’t help having a wank imagining it happening all over again! Any next morning came around, I was rudely awakened by the alarm clock, as per usual, dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. I could still feel that my arsed was stretched and not in its normal tight fashion, thanks Winston, as I chuckled to myself.
I got dressed and went downstairs stairs to grab some breakfast, when my mother commented on me walking a bit funny. ‘Looks like you’ve been riding a horse’
I looked at her, smiled and said that I’d slipped on the steps and had probably pulled a calf muscle. “Oh” she said, “you just be careful” “yes mother” came back the all too familiar reply.
Anyway, a month or so went past without much excitement, I returned to my old stomping ground a few times, hoping that Hamish was parked nearby, but in reality, knowing that would never be. Managed a few fumbles in the cubicles and even got fucked outside behind the bushes by some fat old guy called Terry
But something very exciting happened the following day on returning from work, my mother had taken a message from a chap called Hamish who was in Los Angeles in California in the USA!!
OMG, I’m so excited, I don’t know why but I really am. My thoughts instantly return back to that night last year and am lost in a world of rock-hard cocks pounding every orifice I have and sucking balls and riming glorious sheriffs’ badges
I read my mother’s message which said that I can call anytime, but make a ‘transfer charge’ call as it would probably be quite expensive.
I ran upstairs jumped on my bed, by now, my Cock was literally bursting out of my trousers, picked up the phone and dialled the operator and requested a transfer charge call to the states.
Holding the earpiece in one had any my cock in the other I heard an unfamiliar ring and then a voice at the other end saying “Hello” followed swiftly by the operator asking if he would accept the charges, which of course he did.
So now it’s just me and Hamish on the phone. So much to ask, so much I’m eager to find how about his adventures, but I’m conscious of the phone bill racking up, and despite his wealth it’s quite rude to take advantage, so I say, “wow, wasn’t expecting to hear from you, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
Hamish replied “well I’ll be brief, although we could talk for hours”
“Very long story short
“He said “and I hope you don’t mind but I put forward the video that we made in the Moho to the world pornography awards and you’ve only been selected as a finalist for “gay rear of the year”
Well, I’m not often lost for words, but in this case, I was! I heard Hamish say “Nick, are you still there?”
“Sorry, yes, I said, bit bold over, as you can imagine. Anyway, thanks for letting me know” I replied. “it was great to hear from you” and I was just about to say my goodbyes when Hamish said “I don’t think you understand, you need to come to LA for the awards ceremony”
“Blimey, well unfortunately I can’t afford to do that right now, sorry”
At this point Hamish must have thought that I was a right numpty “No” he said “it won’t cost you a penny the organisers are paying for the flight and you can stay with me at my villa I’m renting in Beverly Hills.”
Well, it was probably a good job that I was lying down when Hamish told me all this. “When and for how long” I splurged back. Hamish quickly replied by saying that the awards ceremony was not for another month and that I could stay for a long as liked.
My brain was working overtime and I asked him if i could ring him back in a couple of days after I’d spoken to work and my mother, “no problem”, he said “they need to know by the end of the week if you’ll be attending”
The phone went back on the receiver and I was left there on my bed, my mind working overtime trying to make sense of it all!
I wasn’t really enjoying my job, I didn’t have a career, it was just a job to pay the bills, and I certainly had had enough living with my mother. Although I was tinged with a certain amount of guilt for leaving her on her own, I pretty much made my mind up that the best thing to do for me was to grab this opportunity with both hands a throw caution to the wind, ‘GFI!’I thought!
I’d only been abroad once before, and that was with my mother, shortly after my father died. I think it was a celebration for her, but right now I didn’t care as I was the proud owner of an in-date passport.
What was I going to tell her though? It couldn’t very well be the truth; I was convinced she wouldn’t be able to cope.
Ideas came and went but I finally settled on a work-related trip. As luck would have it the company that I worked for was a UK subsidiary of an American firm. As I only worked in the mail room I had to try and formulate a reason as to why they were sending me to the States!
I sat down with my mother that evening, after she came back from work and told her that I’d got a promotion to a junior sales role and that they run a global sales training program in America.
She was very pleased for me, but after some thought she said “Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you were going for the promotion?”
“I didn’t want to disappoint you if I didn’t get the job” I replied.
I was due some holiday and booked the week off, fortunately my employers are quite flexible regarding time off, I guess that being reflection of how unimportant my job actually is!
To be continued…
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