My first all male group sex session part one
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My First All-male Group Sex Session - Part Two free porn video
Nick was as good as his word.
After wanking each other off, we climbed into his bed and, intertwined, we talked for a good while. Even though it had been a long, eventful and emotionally draining day, the adrenaline rush of at long last having mutually satisfying sex with another man was keeping Morpheus at bay. My right arm was behind his head and my left hand continually marveled at the dense thicket of chest hair as it stroked and caressed. My head was nestled into his left shoulder and in between short bouts of chat, we'd romantically brush our lips together, tenderly feeding each other with affection. Although I'd shared a bed with a man once before, and even ended up sucking his cock and tasting his cum, there had been no affection, no mutual pleasuring and certainly no kissing. I had been a mere means to an orgasmic end by a man who at best would have described himself as "not particularly fussy who sucks me off"! But this, this, was completely different. Here was a man who touched me, kissed me, talked with me, wanted me. And I'd never felt so happy, so complete in all my young life. I'd thought about and fantasized about sex since reaching puberty, but I'd never actually given any thought to any emotional reaction to sex. Now here I was, in the arms of a male sex partner and I was feeling so much more than pure sexual relief. I was feeling .... love? I had no words then to describe the genuine feelings that I was experiencing.
Our lips brushed again, and Nick's probing tongue entered my mouth for the first time since we'd mutually pleasured each other to orgasm. The kiss became harder, deeper, more frantic and I instinctively pulled down the duvet in order to free his lower half. My left hand grasped onto his swollen cock and as his kisses continued, and his dick throbbed, my own slumbering prick stood to attention. He broke off and moved himself down the bed and positioned himself between my legs. Taking my cock into his hand, he pointed it towards his mouth and began to suck. The sensation was almost too much to bear, just as it had been a few hours earlier. I desperately wanted to suck his cock again, form a 69, but my desire to please him, to ... learn from him was greater, and I remained in that position, enjoying his oral attentions. He'd occasionally stop sucking my cock and lick around my ball sack and the crevice between the sack and my thighs. He sucked both my balls into his mouth and placing his hands behind my knees he lifted them up. Suddenly, he released my balls and his teasing tongue searched into the cleft of my bum cheeks. He pushed both my legs up even higher and as he did so, he began to make circular motions with the tip of his hard tongue around my arse hole. Oh God, he was rimming me again and sending me into orbit! He spat on my hole and used his tongue to force it up into me and licked and even sucked at my anus with continuous gusto. He stopped and knelt on the bed and with his hands still gripping my knees, he pushed them towards my head and I felt his hard dick push against my wet hole. He'd said that he was going to fuck me and he was now going to do what he'd promised. I was thrilled and panicked at the same time. How would it feel? Will I be good at it? Will I please him? I so wanted to please him!
The dawn was well under way and I could see in the increasing light his intense gaze burrowing into me as he pushed against my virgin ring. The head of his cock began to ease its way into me. The feeling was so alien, so unexpected that my head swam in confusion. I knew that this was what was expected, what I was meant to do. I knew from the way Nick looked at me that he needed to fuck my arse, but my God it hurt! And he hadn't begun to properly fuck me yet, he wasn't even anywhere near being fully inside me. I felt the full cock head push into my arse and I held my breath, my eyes screwed tight and my teeth firmly clenched. Sensing my reticence, fear even, he leaned forward towards me and kissed me tenderly and yet desperately. "It's OK" he said, "I'll be gentle, you'll be fine, you'll love it, you just need to relax and trust me". And then, righting himself, he pushed in further ... With a final effort, Nick forced his hips towards my ass cheeks and his full 8 inch length was completely in me. The look on his face as he reached his goal was pure lust, total ecstacy. The knowledge that I was giving him what he desired felt divine. In that instant, I was his, both physically and spiritually. He began to gently but purposefully fuck my hole, small strokes at first using only the base of his shaft, 2 or 3 inches and then half his length. As he fucked, as he stared lustfully into my eyes, I relaxed and as I did so, more cock length was pummeled in and out. When he was fucking me with his full length, he picked up speed and purpose. Within half a minute, Nick was fucking me at full pelt, pounding and banging away at me like a crazed bull at a heffer! He began to utter soft, gutteral moans that got louder and louder as he fucked faster and faster. At last, he came into me with a screaming shudder that seemed to last and last. He threw his head back and grimaced at every spurt of cum that he blasted into me thrusting even harder, deeper with each eruption of his jizz. He pulled out and without a word he fled the room. I heard him washing his dick in the bathroom before re-emerging and collapsing into bed next to me. "You'd better go and sit on the loo" he said. "I don't want shit and cum all over my fitted sheet". I dutifully did his bidding and upon my return, he'd laid on his side. As I cuddled into him, nuzzling his neck, I felt the deep, rhythmic sighs of a sleeping body.
On waking later, Nick was charming and attentive, making the obligatory post hook-up breakfast before asking for my number. I didn't actually have my own telephone, but the communal space of the flats where I lived did, and if he called "someone would probably let me know" I said. Funny, but I didn't even ask him for his! He kissed me goodbye and I floated back to my own bed, less than half a mile away.
I thought that he'd call later that day, and then maybe in the evening. I hoped that the next day would lead to communication, and the following one too. And the next. But no phone call came. Eventually, Saturday arrived and I headed into town to attend the gay youth group.
"I got fucked last Saturday" I almost matter of factly announced to the group of around 15 attendees, almost as soon as I arrived. "Good for you, did you get a telegram from the Queen?" was the quick reply. "Don't tell me" said another, " 'Nick the dick'? We saw you with him when we left the pub last week and I said didn't I, he'll have his pants off in about 3 seconds flat!". "Oh ignore her!" said someone else "she's just jealous coz she fancies Nick and he won't have her!"
I'd never heard males being referred to in the feminine before and it sounded really odd. And I admit that my heart sank when I realised that Nick seemed to have a reputation for deflowering young things like me. In fact, it stung. He'd been my real 'first' and typically, I'd developed a longing for him. I suppose I'd hoped that he might develope something similar for me, but as the days had passed without any contact, that possibility seemed less and less likely. Now, this bitchy queen with 'her' somewhat jealous, waspish attitude confirmed it - I was a pathetic, naive, idiotic fool and nothing more than a notch on Nick's bed post. I'm pretty sure both my cheeks were red with humiliation. "Yes it was Nick. I think he's nice and anyway, I needed to get fucked sometime didn't I so why not by him" was my defensive statement in response. "Yeah, I liked him too when he had me" said a voice sat by the coffee bar. "Well I actually fell for him a bit when I was seeing him but I knew it wouldn't go anywhere" said another. "My God, will this humiliation have an end!" I thought to myself. Just then, Mark appeared. "Shall we have a chat?" he said and I heartily grasped the opportunity to be released from this public torture.
"I should have warned you about Nick" said Mark. "He can be a bit of a terror with the newbies"
"It's okay, I'm not stupid, I knew what it was all about" I lied in order to save face. Mark instinctively saw through my self defence and persisted in offering console. There really wasn't any need, I'd had what they call 'a good time' and I'd learned a valuable lesson, no matter how hard won. I rejoined the group and was pleased that the conversation had moved on to less personal topics.
At the usual time, the centre closed and the usual group moved on as they usually did to the usual pub. As usual.
"Hiya! I'm glad that I bumped into you! I lost your number" was the lie that Nick offered. I was doing up my fly, and like most men, I did not take kindly to chatter whilst having a piss in public venues. Secretly though, I realised that I was pleased to see him, despite the fact that he hadn't called and was probably the complete bastard that his reputation indicated. Still, in spite of that knowledge, I wanted him. I wanted his cock again, either in my mouth or in my arse. I just wanted him. Sharing a drink in the bar, he said:
"So what are you up to then? Moving on with this lot? They never stay here long
"Depends on what's on offer I guess" was my coquettish retort
"You don't mess around do you? I like a lad that's direct and adventurous. Come on!" Nick replied as he pulled up his collar and headed towards the exit. I of course dutifully followed. "Have you met Peter?" he asked as we stood in the queue for a cab. "Peter? There's a lot of Peters!" I said as he pushed himself closer to me than two men in public ought to be. "He's the school teacher. Always wears that leather jacket, big tall guy who lives in ......". "No I don't think so and anyway, why would I, I've only been on the scene a week!" "Well I don't know what you've been up to since we were together" he said. "I think you're mistaking me for you!" I heard myself saying. "What the fuck was that meant to mean" he snapped back and I laughed whist saying "touchy aren't you Nicholas! I was only joking!" He looked at me suspiciously and I could hear the cogs and wheels whirr in his mind as he tried to put the pieces of his tattered reputation into some order. I admit I was secretly pleased to make it obvious that I wasn't quite as naïve as he thought I was. "Where are we going anyway?" I said. "Peter's..."
Nick walked briskly up the path and knocked on the door. And again. And again. He turned to speak to me just as the door opened. "Oh Nick, glad you could come! Come on in" said the voice of a man I could not see, such was the small width of the slit of the open door. The door opened and as Nick entered, I still didn't see the occupier of the house, merely the expanse of a long hallway. I stood there, waiting to be invited by the person behind the door. "Come on if you're coming!" said Nick as he turned to see where I was. I followed him in and entered the hall. I took a few steps towards Nick who'd now disappeared into a room. As I too neared the room, I instinctively turned to see whether the person who'd answered the door was behind me. He certainly was. A tall man, about 6 feet 6" was heading along the multicoloured, patterned hall carpet, heading in my direction. He was swarthy in complexion, a full tan except for where he had worn trunks whilst tanning, a partially smooth chest and his balls hung way below his cut cock. I knew all this because the man approaching me was completely naked! I stared in utter awe and disbelief. So, this was Peter! "Hello" he said, "Nick said he'd be bringing a friend but he didn't say he was bringing a very cute one" I nervously half smiled in appreciation as I uttered back "Hi, I'm ....". Embarrassed, I faced towards the doorway where Nick had disappeared and went in. Nick was folding his trousers into a neat parcel and placing them on top of the rest of his clothes. He too was completely naked and I couldn't help staring intently at his thick, long uncut prick. God, he was just so sexy and I wanted him completely; and I knew that he was well aware of that by the way he stood there, casually chatting with the naked Peter who was still behind me. "Come and join us when you're ready" said Peter as he walked away down the hall to enter another room. My eyes lingered over his firm, pale buttocks, the way they did when I was in the pool changing rooms. We've all done it; taken just a bit too long showering, too slow while toweling off, too tardy when dressing; eyes everywhere, watching others showering naked, drying off, dressing, undressing...
"He said 'us' Nick, who else is here?" I asked. "I dunno, that's the exciting part. I'll know a few, the usual suspects, but just like you, there's always someone new to meet". "What's going on though Nick? Why's he answering the door in the nude and why are you stripped off too?" And it hadn't passed my notice that Nick's weren't the only pile of clothes in that room. "Peter's a nudist" said Nick, "he's always and I mean always nude at home, and on holiday. He arranges get-togethers of like minded men from time to time. Come on, not scared are you, I thought you'd be up for brand new adventures what with you being so new on the scene? You should be eager to experience everything you can while you can, but if you want to go...?" "No, I didn't say that, I was just a bit shocked and confused that's all. I've never seen anyone I didn't know waking round their house nude before!" I replied. "Christ! Wait till you get in there then" he said as he nodded down the hallway. "Just take 'em off and put them with mine" and he pushed passed me to leave the room. "Don't leave me!" I pleaded. Nick laughed as he turned back towards me and he half spluttered "OK then shy boy, I'll hold your hand". I nervously removed my clothes and as I placed them on top of Nick's, I noticed that my cock had shriveled in fear and I furtively pushed on either side of it in order to coax it back out. Looking at Nick's proudly dangling 'wedding tackle' didn't make me feel any better!
Nick led the way and he confidently turned the door handle and entered the room that Peter had disappeared into. So confidently that I realised that Nick had more than likely been to this house many times before. I quickly followed, heart beating, mouth dry, dick shriveling again. The large room had sofas on three of it's sides, the one containing the door also had a TV on a long, dark wood cupboard which also incorporated a well stocked drinks bar. Heavy, dark red velvet curtains hung from the window above one sofa and the floor was covered with a huge woven, murky coloured rug that didn't quite reach the walls, exposing the varnished floor boards beneath. I heard the up till then alien sounds of men engaging in the sex that I could see on the TV screen. Gay porn! I'd never seen any before and was momentarily transfixed. But only momentarily as there was much else to see. For instance, every large sofa was filled with rows of naked men, smoking, drinking and chatting. They were checking me out as much as I was checking them, and it was exciting to see that the glances weren't furtive like mine were in the public changing rooms, but were full on, confident states. "Hello again Nick, lovely to have you, I mean see you again! Who's this tasty morsel you've brought with you then?" said a middle-aged greying man from the sofa opposite the TV screen. This is ..... replied Nick, now be nice he's only new on the scene and he doesn't need you buggers eating him alive!" "I bet the only one buggering him is you Nick!" piped up another voice from someone I didn't see. "You mind your own business you jealous queen" was his somewhat proud reply. Everyone in the room knew Nick had fucked me. The knew Nick, they knew how he worked and they knew that now he'd had me, I was up for grabs. But I hadn't realised that then.
Nick squeezed himself between two younger guys and he told me to get a drink. I looked at Peter and he said "hang on, I'll get it for you" and standing, he made his way over to me. I was grateful because until he did so, I was the only person stood and I felt really self conscious. Peter was at least 5 inches taller than me. At 6 foot 1" I wasn't used to looking up at anyone whilst talking to them, and I actually found it a really sexy experience, so much so that my dick decided to lose its shyness and come out for a look around... "So how long have you known Nick?" Peter asked.
"I only met him last week" I replied
"Did he bed you?
"Sorry?
"Did you sleep with him? I bet was there wasn't much sleeping involved!" he said, but I didn't reply.
"Come come now, don't be coy, we're all men here.
"Well yeah, we had sex and it was great
"Was he your first?
"No!" I replied indignantly
"Does he know that? Nick normally likes to pop a cherry if you know what I mean?
"No I don't think I do actually. Anyway, what we've done is our business
"Oh don't mind me, I'm just jealous of him. I think most of us here are, you're very lovely". I blushed all over and shuffled in embarrassment. "Well, you are, you're a very cute young man and you could have anyone here that you wanted. You could even have me" he said. I looked down and saw that Peter's cock was semi solid and on the rise. "Hey there Peter you randy sod! Hands off". It was Nick, he'd been watching us presumably and as he issued his admonishment he rose from his seat and came over to us. As he reached us, he took Peter's dick in his hand and, casually wanking it, he thrust his tongue into my mouth. He then just as casually returned to his seat. The feel of a cock in his hand and kissing me had had an effect and his prick was standing proud. One of the young guys sat to his right started to wank him off. He turned to the other and deep kissed him. "I bet you're the jealous one now aren't you" Peter said into my ear as he leaned towards me. "No!" I protested but I knew that that my face told a different story. I wanted Nick so much, I couldn't stand seeing someone else with him, let alone 2 young guys. Peter moved his mouth from my ear and gently kissed me. The scent of his recently finished Galois cigarette reached by nostrils, mixing with the heady tones of his expensive cologne. I didn't resist and when he realised this, he kissed even harder. I reached forward and taking his prick in my hand, I gently wanked it. We continued to kiss and I became aware that these signals were all that was necessary for the rest of the room's occupants to spring into action. Peter stopped kissing me and, moving around to my side so I could continue wanking his dick, he took my pulsing knob in his hand and joined in. We both watched as the naked bodies began to indulge in man-on-man sexual activity. Two men stood in front of us, kissing passionately and feeling each others bodies. Peter let go of my dick and moved towards them. Kneeling, he took both cocks into his hands and then began using his mouth on them. "Come here" he turned to say in my direction, and moving over, I crouched down by his side. "Have a suck, they don't mind" he did. Trembling with anticipation and lust, I explored both dicks with my hand and then my mouth. Peter joined in sucking the pricks and he then moved round to spread arse cheeks and commit to some serious rimming. Nick walked over, big prick waving in front of him and he knelt in front of the other guy's arse. Spreading the firm buttocks with his hands, he dove in to tongue that sweet hole. I knew how good Nick's tongue felt and I wanted him to rim me too. Still holding the arse open, he said "come here and give him a good licking". Without hesitation, I moved into position and stuck my hard tongue towards the wet hole. This was Nick's spit on this fuck hole and that fact made what I was doing even more sexy. I licked and tongue-fucked that hole and as I did so, I felt fingers searching for my own bud. Nick was pushing his wetted fingers alternately into my ass hole, and then even deeper. He lay on the floor under me so that he could such on my dick and balls and, turning back into his knees, he parted my buttocks and rimmed me, hard! Peter pushed his rigid prick towards my face and pausing the rimming, I forced as much of his cut dick into my mouth, slurping on and devouring this cut prick. All the while, the two guys continued to kiss and concentrate on each other. I looked around as Nick licked at my arse and Peter wanked his cock only inches from my face. Bodies were everywhere engaging in sex of all varieties: sucking, licking, kissing, wanking and even fucking. Some were smelling at the neck of small brown glass bottles which seemed to make them turn wild! I felt Nick spit at my hole and I instinctively knew that he wanted to fuck. Fuck me, not one of those young guys he'd been with; me. I pushed back, groaning encouragement as he practically plunged into me. The seering pain was sweet agony as he began to fuck me in earnest. Peter offered me his dick again but before I could take it into my mouth, a hand appeared and settled under my nose. "Breathe it in" grunted Nick and I compiled. And again. Suddenly ... Whoosh!!! The poppers hit their mark and I took off like a rocket. My arse hole quivered to the intense pounding it received and I greedily sucked Peter's dick. Another cock appeared next to Peter's as a new play mate joined in. The guy was kissing with Peter as I sucked Peter's prick, and Peter began to wank the guy's cock, faster and faster. The guy sniffed constantly at the bottle and with a loud cry, his spunk pumped out and onto my chest. "Woah! Just look at that!" cried Peter. A hungry mouth appeared and began to lap up the cum that had splattered onto me. The mouth quickly sucked at my dick before moving back to my nipples. Teeth gently teased then pulled more forcefully on my pink buds, sending me into another orbit of intense pleasure! "Lemme fuck him" Peter said and Nick suddenly pulled his cock out and then stood in front of me. As Peter moved around to my back, kneeling to gain entry, a guy knelt in at the side of Nick so that he could suck his dick. More cocks circled round as Peter placed his hands on my shoulders and roughly fucked my arse hole. I held onto cocks and wildly sucked on any prick that presented itself. Young, older, big, small, cut, uncut I didn't care; these were delicious men's cocks and I couldn't get enough. I was offered bottle after bottle of poppers and I was as high as a kite. Men took turns to use my fuck hole as I wanked and sucked on cock after cock. "Suck that dick'" "Fuck that hole" was repeatedly uttered from all angles as the fever continued to grow. Cock after cock was thrust into me as the men literally queued to take their turn at pounding my newbie arse. I was fresh meat and these guys wanted their slice! I could hear from behind me the sounds of guys cumming in me, the cock would be removed and someone would suck at the scum that was dripping out, occasionally passing it to me by kissing. Another cock would thrust in and I'd be hard banged again. Pricks would be pulled out and then the cum blasted onto my face or in my open mouth. In one week, in one night, I'd turned into a total cum whore. I loved the taste, the smell, the juicy consistency of hot man spunk, on me, in me...
Eventually, the last load was dumped into my gaping mouth and the last cock spewed it's cum into me whilst pounding my tight arse hole. The party was over. The cum had been fired from every cock, sometimes more than once, that was obvious from the shouting voices I'd heard: "fuck, he's still hard" "he's going in again" "Ed's come again!". Bodies lay around and smoke rose towards the ceiling. More drinks were poured and quiet conversions ensued. "You're a very sexy young man" whispered Peter as he lay with his head next to mine. "You simply have to come over again" he said. "Oh I will, make no mistake" was my excited reply.
Nick didn't even say goodbye. In fact, it was a while before I noticed that he'd gone and only then because I looked for him. Peter noticed my searching gaze and, reading my mind, he said "Nick's gone. He never stays afterwards, but you can if you like, there's no rush to leave, most people hang around till morning".
Peter called, Nick never did. Peter asked me around to his place when he was having his get-togethers, but despite Peter telling me he'd invited Nick, he never showed. Except for once. I'd actually long gotten him out of my system and didn't give him a second thought. Peter had amassed a usual crowd of some familiar and new faces. The preliminaries out of the way, thoroughly enjoyable group sex ensude. I saw a familiar face. I was knelt down on a bed and was being fucked hard by a big bear of a guy, when Nick wandered over. He waved his dick in my face and grasping it firmly, I sucked it like the pro that I'd become. He thrust his crotch at me, hands on hips with an arched back, moving to and fro with my wanking strokes. "Oh yeah Nick, I fucking love your big cock! Look at this guy fucking my tight arse hole, the hole you've fucked and licked, don't you wanna join him fucking me? Dicks together? Double fuck me Nick, come into me when he comes, mix your spunk in me...". He groaned loudly as his cock spewed out shot after shot of hot, creamy white spunk into my mouth and onto my face. I wanked his prick to get every drop of cum from it for me to use for my pleasure. As soon as he was spent and I'd had his scum, I let go of his prick and immediately turned my attention to another cock waiting in line. I didn't look at Nick, I didn't speak to him. I merely noticed from the corner of my eye as he again left the group, as was his nature. I never saw him again for many years and when I did, I barely nodded my recognition.
After wanking each other off, we climbed into his bed and, intertwined, we talked for a good while. Even though it had been a long, eventful and emotionally draining day, the adrenaline rush of at long last having mutually satisfying sex with another man was keeping Morpheus at bay. My right arm was behind his head and my left hand continually marveled at the dense thicket of chest hair as it stroked and caressed. My head was nestled into his left shoulder and in between short bouts of chat, we'd romantically brush our lips together, tenderly feeding each other with affection. Although I'd shared a bed with a man once before, and even ended up sucking his cock and tasting his cum, there had been no affection, no mutual pleasuring and certainly no kissing. I had been a mere means to an orgasmic end by a man who at best would have described himself as "not particularly fussy who sucks me off"! But this, this, was completely different. Here was a man who touched me, kissed me, talked with me, wanted me. And I'd never felt so happy, so complete in all my young life. I'd thought about and fantasized about sex since reaching puberty, but I'd never actually given any thought to any emotional reaction to sex. Now here I was, in the arms of a male sex partner and I was feeling so much more than pure sexual relief. I was feeling .... love? I had no words then to describe the genuine feelings that I was experiencing.
Our lips brushed again, and Nick's probing tongue entered my mouth for the first time since we'd mutually pleasured each other to orgasm. The kiss became harder, deeper, more frantic and I instinctively pulled down the duvet in order to free his lower half. My left hand grasped onto his swollen cock and as his kisses continued, and his dick throbbed, my own slumbering prick stood to attention. He broke off and moved himself down the bed and positioned himself between my legs. Taking my cock into his hand, he pointed it towards his mouth and began to suck. The sensation was almost too much to bear, just as it had been a few hours earlier. I desperately wanted to suck his cock again, form a 69, but my desire to please him, to ... learn from him was greater, and I remained in that position, enjoying his oral attentions. He'd occasionally stop sucking my cock and lick around my ball sack and the crevice between the sack and my thighs. He sucked both my balls into his mouth and placing his hands behind my knees he lifted them up. Suddenly, he released my balls and his teasing tongue searched into the cleft of my bum cheeks. He pushed both my legs up even higher and as he did so, he began to make circular motions with the tip of his hard tongue around my arse hole. Oh God, he was rimming me again and sending me into orbit! He spat on my hole and used his tongue to force it up into me and licked and even sucked at my anus with continuous gusto. He stopped and knelt on the bed and with his hands still gripping my knees, he pushed them towards my head and I felt his hard dick push against my wet hole. He'd said that he was going to fuck me and he was now going to do what he'd promised. I was thrilled and panicked at the same time. How would it feel? Will I be good at it? Will I please him? I so wanted to please him!
The dawn was well under way and I could see in the increasing light his intense gaze burrowing into me as he pushed against my virgin ring. The head of his cock began to ease its way into me. The feeling was so alien, so unexpected that my head swam in confusion. I knew that this was what was expected, what I was meant to do. I knew from the way Nick looked at me that he needed to fuck my arse, but my God it hurt! And he hadn't begun to properly fuck me yet, he wasn't even anywhere near being fully inside me. I felt the full cock head push into my arse and I held my breath, my eyes screwed tight and my teeth firmly clenched. Sensing my reticence, fear even, he leaned forward towards me and kissed me tenderly and yet desperately. "It's OK" he said, "I'll be gentle, you'll be fine, you'll love it, you just need to relax and trust me". And then, righting himself, he pushed in further ... With a final effort, Nick forced his hips towards my ass cheeks and his full 8 inch length was completely in me. The look on his face as he reached his goal was pure lust, total ecstacy. The knowledge that I was giving him what he desired felt divine. In that instant, I was his, both physically and spiritually. He began to gently but purposefully fuck my hole, small strokes at first using only the base of his shaft, 2 or 3 inches and then half his length. As he fucked, as he stared lustfully into my eyes, I relaxed and as I did so, more cock length was pummeled in and out. When he was fucking me with his full length, he picked up speed and purpose. Within half a minute, Nick was fucking me at full pelt, pounding and banging away at me like a crazed bull at a heffer! He began to utter soft, gutteral moans that got louder and louder as he fucked faster and faster. At last, he came into me with a screaming shudder that seemed to last and last. He threw his head back and grimaced at every spurt of cum that he blasted into me thrusting even harder, deeper with each eruption of his jizz. He pulled out and without a word he fled the room. I heard him washing his dick in the bathroom before re-emerging and collapsing into bed next to me. "You'd better go and sit on the loo" he said. "I don't want shit and cum all over my fitted sheet". I dutifully did his bidding and upon my return, he'd laid on his side. As I cuddled into him, nuzzling his neck, I felt the deep, rhythmic sighs of a sleeping body.
On waking later, Nick was charming and attentive, making the obligatory post hook-up breakfast before asking for my number. I didn't actually have my own telephone, but the communal space of the flats where I lived did, and if he called "someone would probably let me know" I said. Funny, but I didn't even ask him for his! He kissed me goodbye and I floated back to my own bed, less than half a mile away.
I thought that he'd call later that day, and then maybe in the evening. I hoped that the next day would lead to communication, and the following one too. And the next. But no phone call came. Eventually, Saturday arrived and I headed into town to attend the gay youth group.
"I got fucked last Saturday" I almost matter of factly announced to the group of around 15 attendees, almost as soon as I arrived. "Good for you, did you get a telegram from the Queen?" was the quick reply. "Don't tell me" said another, " 'Nick the dick'? We saw you with him when we left the pub last week and I said didn't I, he'll have his pants off in about 3 seconds flat!". "Oh ignore her!" said someone else "she's just jealous coz she fancies Nick and he won't have her!"
I'd never heard males being referred to in the feminine before and it sounded really odd. And I admit that my heart sank when I realised that Nick seemed to have a reputation for deflowering young things like me. In fact, it stung. He'd been my real 'first' and typically, I'd developed a longing for him. I suppose I'd hoped that he might develope something similar for me, but as the days had passed without any contact, that possibility seemed less and less likely. Now, this bitchy queen with 'her' somewhat jealous, waspish attitude confirmed it - I was a pathetic, naive, idiotic fool and nothing more than a notch on Nick's bed post. I'm pretty sure both my cheeks were red with humiliation. "Yes it was Nick. I think he's nice and anyway, I needed to get fucked sometime didn't I so why not by him" was my defensive statement in response. "Yeah, I liked him too when he had me" said a voice sat by the coffee bar. "Well I actually fell for him a bit when I was seeing him but I knew it wouldn't go anywhere" said another. "My God, will this humiliation have an end!" I thought to myself. Just then, Mark appeared. "Shall we have a chat?" he said and I heartily grasped the opportunity to be released from this public torture.
"I should have warned you about Nick" said Mark. "He can be a bit of a terror with the newbies"
"It's okay, I'm not stupid, I knew what it was all about" I lied in order to save face. Mark instinctively saw through my self defence and persisted in offering console. There really wasn't any need, I'd had what they call 'a good time' and I'd learned a valuable lesson, no matter how hard won. I rejoined the group and was pleased that the conversation had moved on to less personal topics.
At the usual time, the centre closed and the usual group moved on as they usually did to the usual pub. As usual.
"Hiya! I'm glad that I bumped into you! I lost your number" was the lie that Nick offered. I was doing up my fly, and like most men, I did not take kindly to chatter whilst having a piss in public venues. Secretly though, I realised that I was pleased to see him, despite the fact that he hadn't called and was probably the complete bastard that his reputation indicated. Still, in spite of that knowledge, I wanted him. I wanted his cock again, either in my mouth or in my arse. I just wanted him. Sharing a drink in the bar, he said:
"So what are you up to then? Moving on with this lot? They never stay here long
"Depends on what's on offer I guess" was my coquettish retort
"You don't mess around do you? I like a lad that's direct and adventurous. Come on!" Nick replied as he pulled up his collar and headed towards the exit. I of course dutifully followed. "Have you met Peter?" he asked as we stood in the queue for a cab. "Peter? There's a lot of Peters!" I said as he pushed himself closer to me than two men in public ought to be. "He's the school teacher. Always wears that leather jacket, big tall guy who lives in ......". "No I don't think so and anyway, why would I, I've only been on the scene a week!" "Well I don't know what you've been up to since we were together" he said. "I think you're mistaking me for you!" I heard myself saying. "What the fuck was that meant to mean" he snapped back and I laughed whist saying "touchy aren't you Nicholas! I was only joking!" He looked at me suspiciously and I could hear the cogs and wheels whirr in his mind as he tried to put the pieces of his tattered reputation into some order. I admit I was secretly pleased to make it obvious that I wasn't quite as naïve as he thought I was. "Where are we going anyway?" I said. "Peter's..."
Nick walked briskly up the path and knocked on the door. And again. And again. He turned to speak to me just as the door opened. "Oh Nick, glad you could come! Come on in" said the voice of a man I could not see, such was the small width of the slit of the open door. The door opened and as Nick entered, I still didn't see the occupier of the house, merely the expanse of a long hallway. I stood there, waiting to be invited by the person behind the door. "Come on if you're coming!" said Nick as he turned to see where I was. I followed him in and entered the hall. I took a few steps towards Nick who'd now disappeared into a room. As I too neared the room, I instinctively turned to see whether the person who'd answered the door was behind me. He certainly was. A tall man, about 6 feet 6" was heading along the multicoloured, patterned hall carpet, heading in my direction. He was swarthy in complexion, a full tan except for where he had worn trunks whilst tanning, a partially smooth chest and his balls hung way below his cut cock. I knew all this because the man approaching me was completely naked! I stared in utter awe and disbelief. So, this was Peter! "Hello" he said, "Nick said he'd be bringing a friend but he didn't say he was bringing a very cute one" I nervously half smiled in appreciation as I uttered back "Hi, I'm ....". Embarrassed, I faced towards the doorway where Nick had disappeared and went in. Nick was folding his trousers into a neat parcel and placing them on top of the rest of his clothes. He too was completely naked and I couldn't help staring intently at his thick, long uncut prick. God, he was just so sexy and I wanted him completely; and I knew that he was well aware of that by the way he stood there, casually chatting with the naked Peter who was still behind me. "Come and join us when you're ready" said Peter as he walked away down the hall to enter another room. My eyes lingered over his firm, pale buttocks, the way they did when I was in the pool changing rooms. We've all done it; taken just a bit too long showering, too slow while toweling off, too tardy when dressing; eyes everywhere, watching others showering naked, drying off, dressing, undressing...
"He said 'us' Nick, who else is here?" I asked. "I dunno, that's the exciting part. I'll know a few, the usual suspects, but just like you, there's always someone new to meet". "What's going on though Nick? Why's he answering the door in the nude and why are you stripped off too?" And it hadn't passed my notice that Nick's weren't the only pile of clothes in that room. "Peter's a nudist" said Nick, "he's always and I mean always nude at home, and on holiday. He arranges get-togethers of like minded men from time to time. Come on, not scared are you, I thought you'd be up for brand new adventures what with you being so new on the scene? You should be eager to experience everything you can while you can, but if you want to go...?" "No, I didn't say that, I was just a bit shocked and confused that's all. I've never seen anyone I didn't know waking round their house nude before!" I replied. "Christ! Wait till you get in there then" he said as he nodded down the hallway. "Just take 'em off and put them with mine" and he pushed passed me to leave the room. "Don't leave me!" I pleaded. Nick laughed as he turned back towards me and he half spluttered "OK then shy boy, I'll hold your hand". I nervously removed my clothes and as I placed them on top of Nick's, I noticed that my cock had shriveled in fear and I furtively pushed on either side of it in order to coax it back out. Looking at Nick's proudly dangling 'wedding tackle' didn't make me feel any better!
Nick led the way and he confidently turned the door handle and entered the room that Peter had disappeared into. So confidently that I realised that Nick had more than likely been to this house many times before. I quickly followed, heart beating, mouth dry, dick shriveling again. The large room had sofas on three of it's sides, the one containing the door also had a TV on a long, dark wood cupboard which also incorporated a well stocked drinks bar. Heavy, dark red velvet curtains hung from the window above one sofa and the floor was covered with a huge woven, murky coloured rug that didn't quite reach the walls, exposing the varnished floor boards beneath. I heard the up till then alien sounds of men engaging in the sex that I could see on the TV screen. Gay porn! I'd never seen any before and was momentarily transfixed. But only momentarily as there was much else to see. For instance, every large sofa was filled with rows of naked men, smoking, drinking and chatting. They were checking me out as much as I was checking them, and it was exciting to see that the glances weren't furtive like mine were in the public changing rooms, but were full on, confident states. "Hello again Nick, lovely to have you, I mean see you again! Who's this tasty morsel you've brought with you then?" said a middle-aged greying man from the sofa opposite the TV screen. This is ..... replied Nick, now be nice he's only new on the scene and he doesn't need you buggers eating him alive!" "I bet the only one buggering him is you Nick!" piped up another voice from someone I didn't see. "You mind your own business you jealous queen" was his somewhat proud reply. Everyone in the room knew Nick had fucked me. The knew Nick, they knew how he worked and they knew that now he'd had me, I was up for grabs. But I hadn't realised that then.
Nick squeezed himself between two younger guys and he told me to get a drink. I looked at Peter and he said "hang on, I'll get it for you" and standing, he made his way over to me. I was grateful because until he did so, I was the only person stood and I felt really self conscious. Peter was at least 5 inches taller than me. At 6 foot 1" I wasn't used to looking up at anyone whilst talking to them, and I actually found it a really sexy experience, so much so that my dick decided to lose its shyness and come out for a look around... "So how long have you known Nick?" Peter asked.
"I only met him last week" I replied
"Did he bed you?
"Sorry?
"Did you sleep with him? I bet was there wasn't much sleeping involved!" he said, but I didn't reply.
"Come come now, don't be coy, we're all men here.
"Well yeah, we had sex and it was great
"Was he your first?
"No!" I replied indignantly
"Does he know that? Nick normally likes to pop a cherry if you know what I mean?
"No I don't think I do actually. Anyway, what we've done is our business
"Oh don't mind me, I'm just jealous of him. I think most of us here are, you're very lovely". I blushed all over and shuffled in embarrassment. "Well, you are, you're a very cute young man and you could have anyone here that you wanted. You could even have me" he said. I looked down and saw that Peter's cock was semi solid and on the rise. "Hey there Peter you randy sod! Hands off". It was Nick, he'd been watching us presumably and as he issued his admonishment he rose from his seat and came over to us. As he reached us, he took Peter's dick in his hand and, casually wanking it, he thrust his tongue into my mouth. He then just as casually returned to his seat. The feel of a cock in his hand and kissing me had had an effect and his prick was standing proud. One of the young guys sat to his right started to wank him off. He turned to the other and deep kissed him. "I bet you're the jealous one now aren't you" Peter said into my ear as he leaned towards me. "No!" I protested but I knew that that my face told a different story. I wanted Nick so much, I couldn't stand seeing someone else with him, let alone 2 young guys. Peter moved his mouth from my ear and gently kissed me. The scent of his recently finished Galois cigarette reached by nostrils, mixing with the heady tones of his expensive cologne. I didn't resist and when he realised this, he kissed even harder. I reached forward and taking his prick in my hand, I gently wanked it. We continued to kiss and I became aware that these signals were all that was necessary for the rest of the room's occupants to spring into action. Peter stopped kissing me and, moving around to my side so I could continue wanking his dick, he took my pulsing knob in his hand and joined in. We both watched as the naked bodies began to indulge in man-on-man sexual activity. Two men stood in front of us, kissing passionately and feeling each others bodies. Peter let go of my dick and moved towards them. Kneeling, he took both cocks into his hands and then began using his mouth on them. "Come here" he turned to say in my direction, and moving over, I crouched down by his side. "Have a suck, they don't mind" he did. Trembling with anticipation and lust, I explored both dicks with my hand and then my mouth. Peter joined in sucking the pricks and he then moved round to spread arse cheeks and commit to some serious rimming. Nick walked over, big prick waving in front of him and he knelt in front of the other guy's arse. Spreading the firm buttocks with his hands, he dove in to tongue that sweet hole. I knew how good Nick's tongue felt and I wanted him to rim me too. Still holding the arse open, he said "come here and give him a good licking". Without hesitation, I moved into position and stuck my hard tongue towards the wet hole. This was Nick's spit on this fuck hole and that fact made what I was doing even more sexy. I licked and tongue-fucked that hole and as I did so, I felt fingers searching for my own bud. Nick was pushing his wetted fingers alternately into my ass hole, and then even deeper. He lay on the floor under me so that he could such on my dick and balls and, turning back into his knees, he parted my buttocks and rimmed me, hard! Peter pushed his rigid prick towards my face and pausing the rimming, I forced as much of his cut dick into my mouth, slurping on and devouring this cut prick. All the while, the two guys continued to kiss and concentrate on each other. I looked around as Nick licked at my arse and Peter wanked his cock only inches from my face. Bodies were everywhere engaging in sex of all varieties: sucking, licking, kissing, wanking and even fucking. Some were smelling at the neck of small brown glass bottles which seemed to make them turn wild! I felt Nick spit at my hole and I instinctively knew that he wanted to fuck. Fuck me, not one of those young guys he'd been with; me. I pushed back, groaning encouragement as he practically plunged into me. The seering pain was sweet agony as he began to fuck me in earnest. Peter offered me his dick again but before I could take it into my mouth, a hand appeared and settled under my nose. "Breathe it in" grunted Nick and I compiled. And again. Suddenly ... Whoosh!!! The poppers hit their mark and I took off like a rocket. My arse hole quivered to the intense pounding it received and I greedily sucked Peter's dick. Another cock appeared next to Peter's as a new play mate joined in. The guy was kissing with Peter as I sucked Peter's prick, and Peter began to wank the guy's cock, faster and faster. The guy sniffed constantly at the bottle and with a loud cry, his spunk pumped out and onto my chest. "Woah! Just look at that!" cried Peter. A hungry mouth appeared and began to lap up the cum that had splattered onto me. The mouth quickly sucked at my dick before moving back to my nipples. Teeth gently teased then pulled more forcefully on my pink buds, sending me into another orbit of intense pleasure! "Lemme fuck him" Peter said and Nick suddenly pulled his cock out and then stood in front of me. As Peter moved around to my back, kneeling to gain entry, a guy knelt in at the side of Nick so that he could suck his dick. More cocks circled round as Peter placed his hands on my shoulders and roughly fucked my arse hole. I held onto cocks and wildly sucked on any prick that presented itself. Young, older, big, small, cut, uncut I didn't care; these were delicious men's cocks and I couldn't get enough. I was offered bottle after bottle of poppers and I was as high as a kite. Men took turns to use my fuck hole as I wanked and sucked on cock after cock. "Suck that dick'" "Fuck that hole" was repeatedly uttered from all angles as the fever continued to grow. Cock after cock was thrust into me as the men literally queued to take their turn at pounding my newbie arse. I was fresh meat and these guys wanted their slice! I could hear from behind me the sounds of guys cumming in me, the cock would be removed and someone would suck at the scum that was dripping out, occasionally passing it to me by kissing. Another cock would thrust in and I'd be hard banged again. Pricks would be pulled out and then the cum blasted onto my face or in my open mouth. In one week, in one night, I'd turned into a total cum whore. I loved the taste, the smell, the juicy consistency of hot man spunk, on me, in me...
Eventually, the last load was dumped into my gaping mouth and the last cock spewed it's cum into me whilst pounding my tight arse hole. The party was over. The cum had been fired from every cock, sometimes more than once, that was obvious from the shouting voices I'd heard: "fuck, he's still hard" "he's going in again" "Ed's come again!". Bodies lay around and smoke rose towards the ceiling. More drinks were poured and quiet conversions ensued. "You're a very sexy young man" whispered Peter as he lay with his head next to mine. "You simply have to come over again" he said. "Oh I will, make no mistake" was my excited reply.
Nick didn't even say goodbye. In fact, it was a while before I noticed that he'd gone and only then because I looked for him. Peter noticed my searching gaze and, reading my mind, he said "Nick's gone. He never stays afterwards, but you can if you like, there's no rush to leave, most people hang around till morning".
Peter called, Nick never did. Peter asked me around to his place when he was having his get-togethers, but despite Peter telling me he'd invited Nick, he never showed. Except for once. I'd actually long gotten him out of my system and didn't give him a second thought. Peter had amassed a usual crowd of some familiar and new faces. The preliminaries out of the way, thoroughly enjoyable group sex ensude. I saw a familiar face. I was knelt down on a bed and was being fucked hard by a big bear of a guy, when Nick wandered over. He waved his dick in my face and grasping it firmly, I sucked it like the pro that I'd become. He thrust his crotch at me, hands on hips with an arched back, moving to and fro with my wanking strokes. "Oh yeah Nick, I fucking love your big cock! Look at this guy fucking my tight arse hole, the hole you've fucked and licked, don't you wanna join him fucking me? Dicks together? Double fuck me Nick, come into me when he comes, mix your spunk in me...". He groaned loudly as his cock spewed out shot after shot of hot, creamy white spunk into my mouth and onto my face. I wanked his prick to get every drop of cum from it for me to use for my pleasure. As soon as he was spent and I'd had his scum, I let go of his prick and immediately turned my attention to another cock waiting in line. I didn't look at Nick, I didn't speak to him. I merely noticed from the corner of my eye as he again left the group, as was his nature. I never saw him again for many years and when I did, I barely nodded my recognition.
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