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My Teacher, his partner and friends, my first time

I sort of knew what I was doing,I only was 19. I was on the tube to a remote North London station to meet up with my former music teacher, who had just moved down to London from the school he’d taught me at having been ‘retired’ slightly unexpectedly at the young age of 39… there were rumors of disorderly behavior and drunkenness surrounding his departure. I hadn’t seen Antony for many months. We had become friends as well as teacher and pupil as we both shared a real passion for music and he had introduced me to a wide range of it. It started when he heard me playing jazz records at night in my room at school and he’d invited me to have a coffee and listen to his records in his flat. I’d then been to see him increasingly often to hear his amazing collection. We were both really into it. One night he’d invited me there and I could tell he was a little bit drunk, not really obviously, but he was more chatty than usual and though we listened to music he was going on about things, and mentioned another lad at school he knew I was friends with, and soon he was talking a lot about him. This guy, Steve, was a really handsome lad of my own age, 17, and he hung out with me a lot. I was probably in love with him. Obviously, Antony rather liked him…. and suddenly he asked me ‘You play rugby with Steve, don’t you? … you must have seen him in the shower?’ ‘Errr… yes.’ ‘Bet he’s got a big cock… right?’ I was pretty taken aback by this but I had to admit I’d noticed that Steve was quite hung. ‘I think so…’ ‘Mmmm.’ Antony smiled and looked straight at me. Then he went off to get a glass and poured me some wine. ‘Cheers!’ ‘Thanks, sir…’ I wasn’t sure I should be drinking with a member of staff but he encouraged me ‘Don’t worry, one glass won’t kill you!’ I drank up. Antony put some more music on and relaxed into his chair, legs spread. He was a big guy, chunky, and seemed quite chilled that night. I got up to put the glass in the kitchen and came back, past his chair. As I did so, I felt his hand on my arse. He cupped the cheek firmly. No one had ever done that. I moved away instinctively and made a sort of embarrassed excuse… ‘Sorry, sir…’ ‘No problem… just wanted a feel.’ My young heart was racing. I sat down and we listened to a bit more music; nothing in Antony’s face betrayed the slightest awareness of the fact that he’d just groped me. I was too shocked and scared to say anything, and sat, my thoughts falling over each other as I considered what had happened. The teacher seemed sleepy and indeed, after a few minutes, I noticed he had nodded off. His legs were still spread wide and I was sure I could see the outline of his hard cock in his pants. I was aroused, to be honest, but also scared.

Good sense prevailed and I decided to let myself out of his flat quietly so as not to wake him up.

The next few days I watched my teacher as we had classes and there was nothing to show he remembered the evening. I continued to come to listen to music with him. He never made another move. I put it down to him being a bit drunk, and as he never seemed drunk again the whole event seemed to be forgotten. However, I did notice he slightly reduced the frequency of his invitations to his rooms. But I had ‘A’ levels to concentrate on and the year sped to its conclusion.

I’d left school that summer, and found a place in a college in London, where I was sharing digs with a couple of girls out in the suburbs. I was really into my work and spent little time at home, but one night I got a phone call from Antony: he was in London now, and was just moving to a new house in north London. He was having a sort of house-warming party and wanted to see if I fancied coming. I knew little about him leaving the school, in the form of rumors from not terribly trustworthy sources. In any case, I was a lot more self-confident since I’d left home and so I accepted the invitation. So there I was, on the Northern line, with a bottle of wine in my rucksack and it seemed to be taking ages to get there. I barely thought about clothes and was, as usual, dressed in cheap jeans and a t-shirt with a tatty denim jacket. It was the middle 1980’s.

Eventually, I got to my stop and walked the short distance to Antony’s new house. It was in a modern building, and I rang the front doorbell. A man I’d never seen before opened the door. He was a handsome guy – short, and a bit stocky with shaved hair and a cheery smile. He looked me up and down and said

‘Must be Chuck?’

‘That’s me’

‘I’m Ian – Antony said you’d be here soon – come on in’

I went in, following Ian up the stairs to the flat. I took in his bum in his 501s. Solid, chunky and very near my face as I made my way up. How old must he be? 30? 40? ‘Great you made it, Chuck’ said Antony. He was wearing a cook’s apron and seemed really happy to see me. I was relieved. He looked really well; he’d lost a little weight and his hair was really short and smart. Handsome even. He kept his eyes on me…

The guys made me very welcome. The flat was practically unfurnished but there were a sofa and a dining table and we sat around it. Antony was a great cook and the food was delicious. There was wine and we got through two bottles fast.

I was really relaxed.

I was sort of aware that I was being slightly checked out by Ian. This made me feel quite good. As the room was quite warm, he took off his shirt and revealed a nice chest under his t-shirt. Big nipples.

I went for a piss and noticed there was only one bedroom. The room was empty apart from a big futon and I guessed it was Antony’s. There were dessert and more wine. We listened to some music of course. Ian seemed as into it as we were. It was like old times. Antony and Ian sat side by side on the sofa, and I made myself comfortable on a cushion on the floor.

Eventually, I looked at my watch. It was midnight. ‘Oh hell, it’s really late…’ ‘Want to get the tube?’ asked Ian. ‘Too late. Missed the last one’ said Antony. ‘It’s Saturday tomorrow – why not crash here?’ said Ian, looking directly at Antony. ‘That’s good of you guys’ I thanked them. ‘There’s a sleeping bag I can offer you - and if you don’t mind dossing on the floor here you’re welcome to stay. We have breakfast in the fridge.’ So there I was a wide-eyed northerner in some weird bit of north London. The two guys disappeared upstairs and I finally and suddenly realized that Ian was more than just a friend of Antony’s. I was very naïve and had never seen a couple of guys ‘together’ in that way. They’d chucked me a rather old sleeping bag, and when they were gone I slipped out of my jeans and climbed into it. I zipped up. The floor was a bit hard, but eventually, I managed to get into a good position on my front and fell asleep. In my wine-fuelled, woozy sleep I started to dream... The dreams were kind of horny, and I had images of Ian’s chunky arse cheeks, his nipples, and the button fly of his jeans bulging in front of me. Antony was in the dream too - opening his shirt and undoing his belt to reveal a well-filled pair of boxer shorts, a hard cock jutting out… the taste of his slippery knob pushing into my mouth, and the feeling of other hands reaching into my underpants to cradle my balls and work my own boy-shaft hard…. ‘Steady lad, don’t make me cum yet… just getting into it….’ The voice was clear. It wasn’t in a dream. It was close in my ear, a warm tongue exploring there. Suddenly, I was awake. My sleeping bag was open and I was lying on my back. The big shape of Antony was kneeling over my chest, and his fully erect penis was in my mouth. I stared right up and Ian was standing facing Antony with his cock deep in Antony’s throat. My own underpants were in the middle of the floor and my own cock was hard as a rock, oozing precum and throbbing. ‘Hey Chuck, take his cock again, you’re good at it….’ said Ian. I was completely stunned by the situation I was in and all my sensible instincts told me to struggle free and get off the floor. But before I could, Antony grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock deep into my mouth again and I gagged, it was a massive shaft and I had never tasted anything so big. What the two older guys didn’t know was this was my absolutely first time with a man, woman or anything other than my own innocent wanking fantasies. I was a clueless virgin and was being used hard on my first time by two considerably older men in the privacy of their home. But I must have had some abilities as a first time cock-sucker as Antony started to buck and writhe as I swallowed good and hard on his cock. The feeling of a man’s penis, fully erect, sliding over my tongue, was wonderful. I pressed my lips around the shaft, the knob, exposed by my rolling the foreskin back with my efforts a large fruit between my teeth. I took great care not to bite… Then Ian took a rest from fucking his partner’s mouth. He went around behind him and knelt down at my feet. I felt his mouth swallowing my tight young balls deep. It felt brilliant. He slurped his tongue around the base of my cock, a mere six inches, but as hard as iron, and started to tour the base of my knob under the foreskin. Then he lifted my arse off the floor and Antony got off me. The two guys obviously wanted something more. ‘Get a look at the sweet arse on him’ said Ian ‘Yes. One of his best qualities…. Had my hands on it ages ago…’ said Antony ‘Turn over kid…’ Ian told me I obeyed. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was new to all of this weird and almost out of body experience. ‘Ian told me he wants to rim your sweet hole’ Antony whispered in my ear ‘What’s rim?’ I managed ‘This’ came the voice from behind me. Immediately I felt the wonderful feeling of a man’s stubble at my arse, deep between my big cheeks, and then the sensation I have since learned to love so much, a tongue probing into my tight, expectant, twitching arsehole. ‘I’ve wanted your hole too forever since I first set eyes on your big arse in school, and now I’m seeing it get what you always deserved…. And there’s more to come… just wait. I want to get my penis deep in your boy-hole Chuckie’ Antony continued in my ear. ‘Ian is just preparing you for it. And Ian certainly knew how to do that. He pulled my cheeks apart as he pushed his hard tongue inside. I felt tense and nervous, but he slapped my big arse cheeks and said ‘Relax, kid. You’re going to need to be really relaxed…’ Then I felt something cold and sticky at my hole. It felt like jelly. ‘This will help take his monster. It’s not easy, I know all about it….’ I felt fingers massaging deep into my arse hole, pushing the jelly up inside me. Then Antony got up and lifted Ian away from my arse. ‘Bloody hell, Ian, I always wanted to fuck this young man’ Antony said. ‘Take him easy…’ Ian suggested But he started right off. Immediately I felt my hole tighten instinctively as the big firm head of Antony’s cock pushed against it. I cried out. It was staggeringly painful. My hole was tight and resisted every thrust Antony made. I pulled up and tried to get out from under his grip, but couldn’t. ‘Hey, kid, relax. Stay still. Once I’m deep inside you-you're gonna be fine…’ Antony growled. ‘Get the poppers, Ian.’ He held me down firmly. I couldn’t move under him and then I saw Ian go to the kitchen and the fridge door opening. Soon he was back with a small bottle. He opened it and put it under my nose. ‘Breathe this in. It’ll really help you. Antony isn’t going to give up until he is really fucking your hole, kiddo, so get used to it.’ I was a bit scared but had little choice than to inhale deeply. Almost immediately things changed. The room started to spin. I took another big lung full of the odor… ‘Steady, Chuck’ Ian pulled the bottle from me. My arse hole seemed to open up. I was amazingly turned on. I shouted out ‘Fuck me deep. Deep inside me. I want it. I’ve wanted it for ages…. ‘ Antony was laughing ‘Yeah and now you’re getting it. I’m halfway up inside you now Chuckie. You can beg for every inch of the first fuck of your life’ I hadn’t even noticed that my arsehole, so tight and unavailable a moment ago, had allowed this man’s massive cock to get so far inside. ‘I wanna try him’ said Ian, inhaling from the bottle. ‘Wait’ snapped Antony. He started to drive in deeper. Ian held the bottle at my nose and I found I was taking Antony all the way down to his balls. ‘Fuck, you sexy little bitch-whore’ shouted Antony ‘Fill his arse up’ said Ian ‘I’m gonna…’ cried out Antony And he heaved over me, shuddering and shouting. I felt an amazing warm flood of semen fill me deeply. But Antony quickly and tersely pulled out, his hard cock dripping cum over my face and chest and Ian was behind me. ‘You’re such a gorgeous lad….’ Ian told me. He was far more gentle with me, but his shorter, thick cock stretched me. His thrusting was lubed by the jelly and by the cum of his partner, who by now was watching us from the sofa, panting.Antony took a cordless phone from the table and left the room. I wondered who he could be calling at that time of night…. But I didn’t care much. Ian was sliding his tongue into my mouth, searching around my own tongue and kissing me passionately. Antony had fucked me. This guy was slowly and sexily making love to me. I returned the kiss. Ian’s balls felt great bouncing against mine as I felt him fully penetrate me. I wanted him there… We fucked for ages. Then he would pull out and slip his mouth over my raging cock and balls to give me as much pleasure he could. And I took his cock in my mouth. The taste of his own precum and Antony’s sticky load filled my mouth. Then, unexpected, the front doorbell rang. ‘Fuck, what’s he done….’ asked Ian. I heard sounds of voices and the clink of glass bottles in the hall. Ian pulled out of my mouth and kissed me. He got up, pulled his underpants on, and went out, shutting the door behind him. Suddenly, Antony and Ian came into the room again; they were obviously having a bit of a row, but quietly, as if not to be heard. ‘What the hell do you think? You knew they’d come….’ said Ian. ‘I thought they’d just get turned on when I rang them and that they’d have a wank and it would be over. I didn’t think they’d both get up, get dressed and come over….’ replied Antony ‘Well we are here now’ said a new voice. The door had opened and two men were standing in the doorway. They were both tall black guys, one maybe 30, the other quite a bit older than the other, perhaps 60, and both quite cheery. ‘And what do we have here?’ I scrambled to grab my underpants, and then to cover myself with the open sleeping bag. I was really embarrassed and not a little scared. The two guys were pretty impressively built. ‘Hey, I’m Martin’ said the younger one, coming over to me and shaking my hand. He had a smile the size of a melon on his face. ‘Yep. And I’m Daniel. Good to meet you Chuckie’ ‘I’ve been telling the boys about you this evening….’ assured Antony. Some sort of order was restored. I got my underpants and jeans back on and sat with the guys on the sofa and Antony and Ian served more drinks. It was clear that Martin and Daniel were both merry enough to start with, they were laughing a lot. Daniel had a deep laugh on him which filled the room. I was sure it would bring in the neighbors. Martin was next to me on the sofa, and as the conversation seemed to turn to things between Ian and Daniel, he took pity on me, all left out, and asked ‘So this the first time?’ ‘What do you mean?’ Martin smiled: ‘The first time Antony and his man had you over?’ ‘Yeah. It’s pretty…’ ‘Full on?’ Martin said. ‘Yeah, the guys are so fucking hot for you’ ‘Really? How do you know?’ ‘They’d been talking about you coming to London and told us we had to meet up with you too. I just didn’t think it would be so soon.’ Martin seemed really gentler than he looked. I looked around. Daniel was getting up, it looked like he was leaving. He went out of the room, followed by Antony. Ian joined in our chat. ‘Chuckie is a more handsome guy than I thought he’d be from Antony’s pictures. But I guess they were taken a bit ago’ Ian chimed in. I remembered a picnic with some of my schoolmates a few years ago, and Antony taking a couple of group photographs. We had been out on the top of Arthur’s Seat in Edinburgh, and Steve had been there, of course, handsome in his school pants and shirt, his sexy stubble showing on his chin and his beautiful legs spread wide…. My reveries were shattered by the arrival of Antony and Daniel from the hallway. They were both totally naked except that Daniel was wearing a heavy steel ring around the base of his cock. He looked awesome: tall and well-built, a bit of a belly, hairy as hell and that cock was definitely the biggest I had ever seen, even on other black men in the local swimming baths. ‘Time we all got naked’ Martin whispered in my ear, and he started to help me out of my jeans, unbuckling my belt and easing his hands inside. ‘I want you to taste my fuck-hole, Chuckie’ he whispered again, that smile wider than before. ‘You have to fuck this young man’s hole, Daniel, and Martin you’d better not miss out either’ said our main host, his own cock now the subject of the attention of Ian and Daniel. I could see Daniel was getting aroused and very hard. His cock just kept getting bigger. The balls, forced down by his steel ring, swung low. I didn’t know why but I knew I wanted them in my mouth. I pulled away from Martin, who by now was naked as well, his tauter body lithe and rangy, his own balls tight and high under the base of his penis. I knelt down and then lay down under Daniel’s beautiful black testicles. My mouth opened wide. ‘Lower those nuts onto his face’ said Antony And Daniel was there. Both huge, hairy balls in the black silky sac filled my mouth, and I felt the steel against my face. Ian took over servicing the frenzied greed of Antony, who was deeply inhaling from the small bottle. A pair of strong hands pulled me around from Daniel. They were Martin’s; he was kneeling facing me with the most beautiful long black cock upright between his strong legs... his eyes met mine. ‘Chuckie, they say you suck like a veteran’ So I proved it to him. I swallowed the top of his circumcised meat slowly and gradually. He groaned. ‘He’ll suck you off in seconds if you don’t watch out’ said Antony, his voice heavy with lust. I was on my knees with my arse facing Daniel. He seemed to have gone rather quiet. ‘Dan, what are you waiting for? With that hole in front of me, I wouldn’t take any time…. Go for it…. He’s tight.’ ‘Be gentle with the lad’ said Martin, his face twisted with pleasure. ‘Holy fuck, that’s beautiful….’ Finally, we heard Daniel’s voice. I felt his fingers exploring my balls and my cock and then moving closer to his target… my slippery boy/manhole. ‘Give him this’ said Ian. I inhaled again and very soon felt the head of Daniel’s cock at my hole. It was not going to work… I was sure… the simple area of the top of his knob felt wider than the space between my arse cheeks let alone my anus. ‘Fuck he’s a tight hole’ said Daniel…. ‘I’m never gonna get in there…’ ‘Let me get you the key…He’s been well and truly unlocked earlier’ said Antony. He got down behind me again and I felt the familiar shot of pain as he roughly rammed his manhood straight into me. I winced and bucked. I inhaled more. Martin massaged my upper back. ‘Try to let go…. Be gentle with the lad, you big bastard….’ he said ‘Done’ said Antony. ‘His first time tonight. There will be more… Go for it handsome black man...’ I felt Antony pull out gradually and gently. ‘Snort more poppers’ said Martin, holding the bottle firmly to my nose. And it happened. I thought I was blacking out, and then a shot of pain sharply leaped up my back. I felt the most astonishing feeling of crazy desire and pushed my arse down directly onto the beauty that was Daniel’s proud, black cock. My hole seemed to have a mind of his own: it swallowed down on the shaft of the cock ravenously. Daniel was laughing and beads of sweat rolled over his forehead. He was pulling me down onto him. Martin straddled my face with his cock and I felt his hairy perineum against my mouth. Musky, sweaty and moist. I started to lick into his anus deeply. Then Antony was fucking Martin’s mouth. Then Ian pulled him off and pushed his own beautiful member into those thick sexy black lips. Antony was angrily turned on: he took Ian’s bum in his hands and rammed his cock between the cheeks. Ian cried out: ‘So fucking rough tonight, Ant…. This is what you wanted, eh?’ ‘Yes. And we’re going to be doing it again and again so get used to it. Loosen up down there… we will be having this dirty little cunt around some more for his teacher’s pleasure, and yours’ And with that Antony started ramming into his friend’s anus vigorously. So there we were – what a picture: Daniel fucking my tight little arsehole like a machine, my tongue deeply rimming the arse of his mate, Martin, whose own mouth was being sorely used by Ian, whose own arse was being pounded hard by the rough, tough sexual desire of the host, my old teacher, who was groaning and cursing. I came first of course…. I was 19 after all. My own huge, pent-up load jacked out of me by Daniel, who at practically the same moment bucked his load on top of that of Antony in my so-recently-virgin arse. I felt a mouth on my belly licking and slurping. Martin moved back to my face so I could taste the load he had for me which erupted in my eyes, face, and mouth, and he pushed the last jets of cum down my throat as he r*ped my mouth with the end of his orgasm. The taste of cum was lovely. I immediately sprung up and pushed Ian’s throbbing cock into my mouth. I wanted to reward him for making love to me, and as he shook back and forth, the victim of the ramming he was getting from Antony, he unloaded too. His cum was thinner than that of Martin, and I drank it down easily. ‘That little fucker thinks he can get away without a big dirty mouthful from me?’ shouted Antony… And with that, he was down on me. The others seemed to think he was going crazy… ‘Hey, back off the kid’ said Ian ‘Fuck’s sake, Antony…..’ said Daniel. But it was in vain. Antony had me on the sofa, on my knees, and his big powerful frame was astride me. His cock, fresh from pounding the arse of his friend, was firmly in my own mouth. And it all came out: ‘Take the whole of my cock deep in your mouth Chuckie. You know you wanted it ever since school. You wanted it even more than you wanted young Steve’s cock – and yeah, if you need to know, that’s why I’m down here in any case. I was caught giving a blowjob to him in the school baths late one night and they sent me away… but he was worth it. And you’re right, his cock was pretty massive too. You’d have loved it. At least seven inches, uncut, and balls to die for…. Fuck he was hot…. But you’re a hot little cunt and you know it…. Take some more of my cum now you sweet fuck…. Here goes….’ And he exploded. Ramming my face down on his engorged cock, I gagged uncontrollably and tried to swallow, but his cum was coming faster than I could take it, and it poured over my lips. Ian was on my face ready to help and sucked strings of his friend’s juice into his mouth as it filled my chin. As he pulled off me, he grabbed my face and kissed me full on the lips. He was not smiling. ‘A drink, anyone?’ came a voice. It was Daniel, a freshly opened can of beer in his hand. We cracked open another bottle of wine and sat together on the floor of the room. Soon, Antony was asleep, in the arms of his long-suffering friend, and Ian lit up a cigarette. Then I noticed Martin and Daniel talking together; it seemed that they were talking about me. Daniel was stroking his cock again, and I noticed that Martin was actually getting hard again, the beauty of his long slender cock arching between his legs…. He came over to me with a huge grin on his face. Ian smiled approvingly and passed me the cigarette. It was a joint, and my mind opened up even more. The night had only just started. I was a virgin no longer….It was a joint, my first, and my mind opened up even more. The night had only just started. I was a virgin no longer. ‘Let’s take him upstairs away from that sex maniac and his slave.’ said Martin. ‘You good with that, lad?’ asked Daniel. ‘Uhhhhh….’ I could barely speak. My mind was as light as a feather and I felt so dreamy. ‘He’s stoned’ beamed Daniel. ‘Let’s be gentle with the lad’ said Martin The two helped me upstairs to the room with the futon on the floor and closed the door. Martin laid me back on the bed and lifted my heels high. Daniel took my feet and then I felt a tongue on my balls again. It was Martin obviously, and he was licking around my balls, the base of my cock, and finally, his tongue entered my anus. He pulled out and said ‘Jesus Daniel, you gave him such a load’ ‘It’s not just mine in there, he’s been royally gang fucked all night’ ‘Tastes just great’ smiled Martin and was back in there ‘It’s time you entered there as well’ I found myself saying ‘Martin is a bottom…’ said Daniel, but Martin interrupted him. ‘With this sweet lad and in the state, I’m in, I am going to be a top…. I so want to be inside this lad’ Martin was serious. ‘Go for it!’ laughed Daniel. Martin carefully adjusted his legs so he was aimed beautifully at my waiting cunt. He was fully erect. Of all the cocks I’d had this evening, this was certainly the longest, longer even than Daniel, but far slimmer. Its beautiful shining circumcised head gleamed. He leaned into me and placed a big wet mouth on my cock, which, true to a boy of my age, was back as hard as ever, despite the joint. ‘I hope you like this…’he said breathing deeply I didn’t need any poppers. My body ached for his penis. I pulled down on him as he pushed into me, pistoning slowly. His face grimaced as if he was finding it hard to control his approaching orgasm. ‘Jesus Christ, this is fantastic’ he moaned ‘Keep steady… don’t shoot too soon Martin’ Daniel advised ‘I want you in me forever…’ I drooled Martin slowed the pace to almost no movement. He was almost in agony, his face tortured. He then seemed to regain control. This handsome lean black guy, 11 years my senior, was fucking me more beautifully than any of the others had. This felt absolutely special. As he gained confidence, I realized he had pushed all the way in, as I reached down and felt the tight hard testicles hard against my own body. He was fully inside me. It was too much for Daniel and soon saw him stand up over the end of the bed with his huge cock erect. He leaned into me and demanded that I swallow him whole. His cock was fully engorged and swollen, and he was evidently really ready to shoot. And indeed, very soon, I was tasting the watery load from his balls. He shook violently as he rammed his knob as far as I could take it into my throat. Martin at that very moment uttered a big gasp and shouted out. He was almost as far out as he could be without his knob leaving my slippery cunt, and then pushed in for a final devastating thrust: he shouted out ‘Fuuuuuuuck’ And then I felt his semen filling up into my arse, into my rectum, and I automatically started to shoot my own load high up in the air. Daniel was down on my belly with his big hot lips licking my cum off me. Martin collapsed over him, kissing me and smothering my face with his hot mouth, saliva everywhere, his teeth chewing on my lips. The door opened and Antony and Ian arrived. They were not angry to see the bed so full. ‘Roll over, you sleazy cunts, and let us get in too.’ Antony said. And we all managed to get into the bed. I found myself trapped between Ian and Antony. I didn’t sleep so well. Every so often, I’d be aware of hands on my cock, and Antony, who had managed to get behind me, spooning my curved back, took my arse twice in the night: I’d wake to find him whispering in my ear: ‘Keep quiet you little slut. Teacher needs you again’ And with that he’d push hard into my anus with his massive cock. If I tried to say anything, he’d put his hand over my mouth and push in even harder. And in the morning Ian had his way with me, pushing his morning erection into my mouth as, yet again, Antony fucked me exhaustingly. By about 10 am I could barely move. I looked around and it seemed Martin and Daniel had left. ‘They had a morning shift’ said Ian. ‘And you’re not going home until they’ve come back from work and had you again – they are both mad for you’ said Antony. So get your little arse into the shower and clean up. You’ll be busy later on!’ ‘Not until I’ve done this…’ said Ian He was on top of me and hard as a rock again, my mouth had done the trick. He fucked me almost as hard as Antony did. I just lay there and to kit, exhausted but grateful as another big man’s load filled my rectum to overflowing. Then I was in the shower…. Breakfast smelt good. The day was just starting. Daniel and Martin were due back at 5 pm. More food and wine was being prepared, another joint, and I couldn’t wait.

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