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Boys To Men Part II "Well, tell me about it! I reckon yu' know I'm someone you can trust by now." Cliff sat down on his bunk, next to Moby. He could smell the garlic rising from him, as both men had eaten the pasta for dinner. But through it he could also smell - and taste the essence of the man as well. Moby just sat there, looking deeply into the concrete floor, hands clasped together and a pondering stare on his face. "I thought you said we had to be totally open with one another, now we were cell mates - and more?" "No really understand. Even when I talk to some of the other guys who are here for the same thing, they reckon I've got a twisted attitude about it." "Moby?" The young man lifted his head and looked into the youth's eyes, "I've noticed you get really horny when you do talk about it." Cliff smiled back at him. "And you also said you had plans for us tonight. Gee - its our first real night together!" "Alright, but the second I see any objection in your moosh, I'm stop'n. OK?" "Fair enough." Than a frown dropped across his forehead. "But that don't mean I can't ask a question or something - I mean - it'll all be new to me, so I might have a question so I can understand things better - you know?" "We'll see." Moby slowly stood up and walked to those friendly bars again, as he had done that morning. They seemed to be like his only friend - not holding him inside, but keeping other bastards out. He turned and lent against them, crossing his arms just below his chest, so they forced his already proud bosom into an even more powerful ballooning stance. "So, where do I start?" He waited for an answer and Cliff realized this eventually. "I dunno. Since we're talking about why you ended up here, maybe why you do go for guys so young, it got you into trouble?" Cliff hoped he phrased his answer so as not to offend and end this before it started. "Maybe. But that's like starting with the first battle in World War Two to know why Hitler ended up putting Germany in the shit it got into." Moby turned away and looked out into the empty corridor and the blank bricked wall straight ahead of them. Their view wasn't all that interesting and being the last cell in the row, near the metal steps leading down into the Muster Hall, with a crossing corridor only two cells away, there wasn't even many neighbors, nor their sounds. "I guess I gotta start it, when I was about 10, I had a brother 8 years older than me, and he..." "You told me that this morning." Cliff interrupted. "Yeah, but I never gave you any details. You gotta understand how it begun or it makes no sense. Besides, remembering me brother makes me horny and you want me to get horny don't yu?" Cliff smiled and that seemed enough of an answer for Moby. "Well, as I said before I was rudely interrupted, me brother was just 18 and one night he was baby sitting me because me Dad and Mum went out to the club. He put me in bed and went downstairs to watch some TV. Next thing I heard voices and poked me face through the banister railings. There was Gazza...er...Garry - talk'n with a couple of his mates. They wanted him to go out with them - new where a great party was on and plenty of sheila's. They left and was he pissed off or what? Slamming cupboard doors and kicking things - he made himself a coffee then went back to watching TV. I was about to head back to bed, feeling all guilty, when he drops his dick out and starts playing with it." "He built like you?" Cliff butted in, but prompted by the increasing bulge working up inside Moby's shorts. "Told yu' this morning! He was about 8"." "Don't remember you saying." "Probably too busy watching my dick to listen." Moby looked down at himself and saw his semi erect dick making its way down the leg of his shorts. He smiled lifted it up, so it now pointed up, toward the waistband. "Gotta keep it in check. Now where was I?" "Your brother dropped his 8" dick out in front of TV." "Yeah, well, he was slouched in the chair working his wanger up and down in his hand. I wondered what he was up to and when I noticed his cock was getting different, changing from a smaller size to bigger and it was also looking hard instead of soft, I thought to myself - maybe mine does this too. I don't ever remember having a boner before that night. It all seemed new to me then. Maybe I did, but I don't remember. So I started playing with mine too and maybe it was because I was watching him, I got harder too. Not like we do now, but it was hard - you know?" Cliff nodded. "It felt real nice and I could see Gazza was enjoying it too, because he was humping his hips, hissing like a cut snake and really working it hard. So me being the naive kid I was, I tucked me away in me pajamas and waddled down the steps. "Gazza didn't hear me coming and I was standing right there next to him before I said something like - it makes me feel nice too. Well he nearly shit himself. He jumped up, pulling his zip up and bang! His got his hairy balls caught in the zip. He was trying to get his balls unstuck while his dick waved in the breeze - god it was a funny sight. Can still picture him right now." Cliff could see what the memory of that moment meant to him, as he watched the constrained dick in Moby's shorts give a throb and progress fatter and longer. But not wanting to interrupt this tale, he said nothing. " Gazza was cursing me and wanting to know why I was downstairs, how long had I been there - talk about 20 questions. Anyway, he was making no headway unlocking his nuts from the zip, so I got on me knees and started to help him out of there. He didn't like it and tried pushing me away. But I said I could help and grabbed his hard dick, holding it for leverage, while I went to work, trying to pull the zipper back down to let his ball bag get free. "That had to be the beginning I think. Hanging onto his dick was like owning a Rolls Royce chauffeur driven car. To me, it seemed so big and hard. I got the zip undone and we both massaged his sore balls a bit, but do you think I let his dick go? Not on your Nelly. I must have been holding it only a minute or so, but now it seems like I had a grip on it for a year. And when I started rolling my fist back and forth along it like I'd watched him doing he just stood there, looking down at me. Then he asked me if I liked it and I said of course I did. He asked if I knew what happened if I kept doing that to him and I said no. Then, he wanted to know if I would like to find out. What a silly question to ask an exploring kid. "When I said I would, he bent down and picked me up and carried me on his hip to his bedroom, which was next to mine. I can still remember as he walked me up the steps, I could only reach the tip of his dick then, and my hands got covered in his precum. I smelt my first sniff of manjuice and then I tasted it. So, when we got to his bed and he sat me down, being just at the right position, I licked the head of his cock. Well - he jumped and said something about never had his dick licked before. I liked the taste and licked it again. He saw how much I liked it - or at least - he liked the feeling so much - not sure which - he moved closer and soon I had his dick inside my mouth and sucking it. It only took a minute or two and I quickly found out what happens! "He blew in your mouth?" Cliff felt it wasn't a very nice thing for a bigger brother to do to such a innocent child. "Sure did. But since I had plenty of his juicing before he actually blew, I already knew I loved its taste and kept sucking, hoping he would keep drooling more of that slimy stuff into my mouth. When he gave me an ocean of it - well - I was in heaven. I sat there chewing it and tasting it like a snob with caviar. It was stuck to my teeth as I chewed and strings of it were running out of my mouth everywhere. Gazza knew he found a ready mouth for his cock. And that's how I got started on loving men as well as knowing that young boys can have a great desire for being with a grown man too. "After that, for about a week, I sucked him off twice a night for more than a week. But I got a bit curious and asked him what was a dick for and since he was always talking about going out with girls, is that all they did to him too? He reminded me he'd never been sucked before I did it and then told me about girls - how they didn't have dicks but a hole instead and boys stuffed their cocks inside and fucked them. I didn't know better and told him that I wished I was a girl because I loved cocks more than I reckoned I'd like putting mine inside a girl's hole. He asked me if I wanted to have it the way many girls like it, so they don't have to worry about having a baby to their boyfriends. Babies ? Is that how babies are made ? I told him I'd like that - but at the same time, thought how awful it must have been for Dad to do that to Mum so I could come along. "Anyway, Gazza got himself hard that night, same as always, then sat on the side of the bed, worked a couple of greasy fingers inside me to get me opened up a little, then told me to sit on it. Up the arsehole? He told me I could stop anytime I wished, since it would be me drilling his cock inside my arse. So I tried it and his dick went in pretty easy. Maybe I wanted to try it more than I realized and was really relaxed. I don't know. But I don't remember feeling much pain at all. I would have ridden his dick for about 5 minutes and then he said I was ready. Ready for what? He told me to climb off, then lay me on my back on the bed, knelt between my legs and said he was going to show me how a man fucked a girl. In he went and he screwed me until I wept." "It hurt that way?" "No! I wept for more and he was pounding his whole dick in and said he didn't have more to put inside! I really loved it. I didn't like it when he blew up my arse though. I thought that was a waste. After that first time, he always pleased me by pulling out and shooting in my mouth." "Looks like you're going to shoot now." Cliff pointed to the massive bulge stretching clear across his hip and arching with the form of his body and the confines of his shorts, to bend around toward his side. A large wet spot at the head, displayed his excitement as the dick wept into the fabric of his shorts. "I told you I don't blow until I'm ready." Moby glanced around to make sure there were no Guards nearby, then rolled the elastic waistband down, revealing his dick to just below the head, then squeezed some additional precum out onto his fingertips, as he had done earlier that day in the yard. Eating it away, he returned to his story telling, as he fixed his hard dick back inside the shorts. "I think Gazza fucked me every day for the next couple of years, until he got married." "That ended that ay?" Cliff said with a tinge of sadness in his voice. "No way. He and Mary lived with us and Gazza would get me every night and make me get him all horny before going to bed with her." "Bet that pissed you right off." "Yeah, in a way it did. I was glad to get his dick down my throat every night after dinner and have some of his juice, but I missed him fucking me and especially his spunk loads. He'd give me a full session on weekends and when Mary went to her Mother's place for a break, which she did at least once a month, then I was his only outlet. So, I was still having him right up to the day I came here." "Yeah?" Cliff was surprised to hear that. "Sure. He reckoned it kept his marriage solid. He'd walk from my bedroom into theirs and he'd be so horny, he pleased her every night. Not many guys could boast that after 8 years of marriage." "So then - he screwed you till you were - what? 20?" "What? I'm 23. Do I look that young?" Moby smiled widely. "No! No! I'm no good with ages. I just thought you were a year or two older than me, that's all. I'm only just 18." "Yeah I know. I can smell the young flesh from here." "So, when did you start working it with other guys?" "Well, within weeks of that first time with Gazza, I knew I liked taking dick inside me, whether it was up me arse or down me throat. I got onto some of the boys in my own class first but I found they never got really hard like Gazza and never ever blew a load for me. So I worked me way up the ladder to guys in 6th Class who were at least 12 and got a hard on and most of them were spunking by then. Nothing like Gazza of course, but they could toss a nice load down. Word got around and within a few months of my first time with Gazza I had a regular stable of younger High School guys. The two schools were side by side so we mixed it a bit." "So before you were 11 you ere hitting it with 14 and 15 year olds?" "And 16 and 17 year old guys too. Plus after a year or so, Gazza put me onto a few older guys when he knew I yearned for men." "How old were they?" "Oh mostly his age - around 18 or 19 but his boss tried to hit on him and they had a talk. The guy told him he liked young guys and when Gazza asked how young, he said from nappies to navel hair." Moby smiled. "In other words, naught to 20. So Gazza asked me was I interested and he took me by to look the guy over. He was about 35, ex-footballer and really nicely built. I said yes and Gazza introduced me then walked away. He let me make the moves." "What'd yu' do?" Cliff wonder just how forward Moby might have been by then. "I just said - Gazza told me you like younger guys. He didn't bat an eyelid from memory. He came right out and asked me how much I knew about pleasing men. I told him what Gazza and I did every night and he..." "I bet Garry wouldn't have liked you telling his boss that." "I never told him - didn't seem to matter at the time. But I reckon you'd be right, in retrospect. Anyhow, this is taking too long. I made a habit of dropping by the garage every afternoon after school and have a session with the boss in his office. That lasted until I left school at 18. I think he liked them younger than 18 myself. But through him I come to know a circle of guys into boys and had my regular meeting times and places. I tried to work on 4 guys a day and weekends, I was more or less going from one house to another. Might have had 10 men or young guys every day on Saturdays. Sundays were always tough. Everyone was with their families and that sort of shit. Sundays were boring for me." "Now what about you and young guys?" "Well, it just flowed from there. I was picking up tricks from younger and older schoolboys the whole time I was there, plus older men from Gazza's boss, and he had other younger boys coming in and we often crossed paths, swapped names or had sex ourselves. After I left school, I still had those same contacts and it never really stopped." "So, you're not exclusively out to find boys. You just like sex Moby!" "Yeah I guess you could say that. But once I got a little older, it was really nice being with boys and watching them enjoy my bigger cock - I could see the joy in them, I remembered with Gazza and other older men, when I was young." "You said they appreciated you more." "Yeah they do. Its their innocence. When a guy gets older, all he thinks about is getting his nuts emptied. Those young guys enjoy being with you and getting their own rocks off isn't as important to them." "But you're older now and that's what you look for." "Not really. Sure I enjoy blowing my load - who doesn't? But doing it with a guy who enjoys having me get off more than dropping it himself, is so much better." "I enjoy it that way. Maybe you're calling other guys too short. Maybe more guys you've been with, get more pleasure out of you getting off than you give them credit." "Maybe." Moby ponder a minute. "You do anyway." He smiled. "But I gotta be honest. Most guys just like having my big dick and that's what turns them on and brings them off. Not - me. Just this." He pointed to his ever increasingly seeping dick in his shorts. "If more guys would show an interest in - me - then I'd naturally want to be with men than boys, because after all, men have great equipment." Moby smiled wider still. "But now you're acting exactly like you say you don't want them to act. Now you're saying you'd want them for their dick size and ball load - if they wanted the real you. But you're not taking into account - the real - them." "I see yu' point kid. But anyway, that's my life story and why I got into this mess." "So, what's this first lesson you said you're gonna teach me tonight?" Cliff decided to change the subject, because he felt an urge to carry it further, showing Moby that it had been his own ideas about whether a guy was just enjoying sex with him, rather than being "with" him, and having sex as well, which got him into this situation. To push that point too far too soon, might turn Moby against him. The "mission" wasn't that urgent, not here. "Have to wait for lights out - its more fun in the dark. Meanwhile, you never did tell me how you come to like guys rather than girls." "How could I? You've been doing all the talking." "Well, now's your chance." "Bit like you. I had an older brother too but he was only a few years older than me and we'd play around together - not just Cowboys and Indians, you know?" Moby gave one of his crooked mouth, sneaky smiles. He understood. "I was about 12 and Mark was 15 or so I guess. We'd wank off together and a few times he screwed me. But I think he was only using me for practice. I got into a circle with his friends a few times, but they preferred playing with dicks their own size, that could pop as much as theirs, so it only happened on rare occasions. By the time I was 16 or so, I knew I liked having it off with guys. And by then had found some school mates who also enjoyed regular sessions, before and after school. So, like lots of guys I guess, by the time I left school, I was looking for men my own age." "Men? Young boys you mean." "No, I reckon I was a man at 18. If I can vote, die in a war, work and pay taxes, then why shouldn't I be called a man?" "OK. Carry on." "You're so kind. But there's nothing else to tell. I went places I knew other guys like me went. Took them home. Had fun times. That's all there is to it." "You didn't stick with any old school mates?" Cliff shook his head. "Didn't get the urge to play it with some of the younger guys at school?" Cliff shook his head again. "So guys under 18 don't interest you?" "No, not at all. I'm gay. That means, I like men, not young boys." "But you gotta admit its only a thin line between the two - guys who only like men and guys who like both men and younger boys." "No. I don't admit that at all. That's the trouble. Gays are always being lumped into that category. A lot of straights think that way too. They hear about a young kid being molested and immediately think of gays." "Oh well, that's your opinion." "No - hang on - fair's fair. If a guy only likes cunts, does that immediately mean he likes young girls too? If a woman likes men, does that mean her young sons are automatically in danger? Trouble is, most people put everyone into one of 3 holes - gay, straight or bi. There's heaps more. Women who like little boys, women who like little girls, men who like little girls, men who like little boys, guys who like women over 60 even when they are in their teens. It goes on and on." "So, we're all crazy?" "No, we're all individual. I maybe only young but I've already learnt that one." "OK Cliff. Lets drop it. We've got another 10 minutes till lights out, so lets talk about what you like to do and we can start working out what we get up to tonight." "Anything. I've touched base with the lot sometime or other." "So the whale can do some deep sea diving tonight?" "No way! That thing ain't getting inside my arsehole!" "Shit - young guys of 12 have taken it and loved it. Thought you said you were a man ?" Moby casually walked back over to the bunk where Cliff was sitting, turned the waistband of his shorts down and let his mighty sword spring free. "Sniff it." Cliff lent forward and pressed his nose hard against the underside of the head, breathing in deeply. "Lick it." But Cliff had already opened his mouth and his tongue swiped the crown before his words were fully out. "Yeah! Now tell me again - you don't want it!" "I want it. I want it. But my way." Cliff licked it as if it were a lollipop. "I told yu' I would teach you new tricks. I reckon that's got to be one." Cliff swallowed the head whole. His jaws were better adjusted to its girth than earlier in the day. He found he was even able to roll his tongue around the underside of the shaft before sucking it into his mouth deeper. The more that went inside him, the more he urged with his lashing tongue, still waiting entry. Moby rocked gently back and forth, motivating a little more into the lips with each stroke. Both felt the head tenderly reach the back of the throat before Moby rocked back away from it. His next gradual stab pushed the soft fleshy throat, which Cliff relaxed enough and felt the head slither just fractionally down into the throaty passage, before it slowly drew away once more. The next thrust put the head clear into the bend of his windpipe, forcing Cliff to hold his head back further to create a slightly less acute corner to turn. It didn't withdraw from his throat this time and in a flash, was burying itself well inside the oesophagus. Cliff found he could breath through his nose even as the dick should be stopping his throat completely up. Not a usual deep breath, but enough to remove fear of suffocating and also stopping the urge of gagging. But Moby being experienced with guys trying to deep throat his enormous pole, would edge right out into the mouth now and again. And now and again, Moby would also glance over his shoulder and listen for the clip- clip of a Guard's boots. "Still say you couldn't take it up your bum?" Cliff changed nothing in his throat stroking, tongue lapping or teeth sliding action on that mammoth dick inside him. His fingers had completely freed the tool from the shorts and were now working on quite harsh crushing manipulations of Moby's bull balls. He found the harder he clamped them in his fist and brought tight pressure on the shaft with his mouth, the more often slime coated his throat and tongue. Moby tasted better than any meal he had in or out of jail. And Moby wasn't unskilled in what pleased others, nor what their actions indicated. He knew Cliff wanted another load of fresh, hot cum in his mouth. He flexed his cucumber sized manhood and forced out an ooze, as he had done before, in the yard. But this time, it was unseen. Only Cliff knew about the prize. And Moby did it on one of his outward drags, depositing it right in the middle of the tongue, giving a few short stabs to mash it into the taste buds, and only then, driving back home, into the warm depths of that wet throat. While Cliff's expert fingers teased and almost damaged those balls, Moby held Cliff by the back of the head, fashioning his own strokes into the mouth, in an opposite direction to where he moved the head. His dick would drill 8" into the throat and then, be gone again in a flash. But was back again, firmly lodged in merely a second. Again and again. Over and over. "That's enough kid." He held Cliff's face still and drew all the way out, leaving the slime coated head an inch from Cliff's lips. The boy naturally worked his tongue all over it. But no matter how hard he tried, Moby refused to allow him to swallow more than the head itself, before dragging it out into the cool air once more. "I don't mind if you blow." Cliff whispered almost in a pleading voice. "Oh I'm not cuming yet mate. I'm just making sure you want it badly enough." "I do, I do." Cliff forced his face forward and gobbled many inches inside and sucked on it fiercely. Moby smiled, looking down at the hungry mouthed youth and let him go for it. "I know you do! And now I know the next time I let you have it in the gob, its going to be only to get it all nice and wet for your arse." Moby pulled completely away and stood a foot from Cliff, slowly jerking his giant shaft. He teased Cliff's mind. Immediately, Cliff knew that he was going to be fucked stupid by that immense piece of meat and there was no way he would be able to overcome his wish or fear to reject it. Moby had won. "Lights out in a minute or so." Moby looked at his watch. He then took the watch off and put it on the shelf near his bed, dropped his shorts and turned back to Cliff stark naked. With one of those sneaky smiles, he leapt up into the top bunk. "Reckon you can wait till then?" "You cunt." Cliff spat the words with a sneer, stood and also striped naked. He then sat back down on his bunk, wishing those lights would go out - NOW! He hardly had time to consider the thought, when he was immersed in darkness. Slowly, over a matter of seconds, his eyes began to grow accustomed to the dark and some shapes in and out of the cell, were recognizable to him again. Around him, noise from every cell rose up, as the men cheered, cat- called and made all sorts of sounds - like children at a Saturday matinee. He kept his ears tuned to the bunk over his head, waiting to hear Moby, as he now expected him to leap back down at any moment, then count on Cliff being cooperative - willing - wishing for, if not lusting after - that oversized turret of human steel, to be thrust right up inside his poor, tight little arse. The thought of it sent shivers of fear, replaced instantly by quivers of anticipation to equal Moby's obvious desires. He mentally pictured the stretch his boyish ring would be forced to endure - and the pain it must clearly bring. But then - the delight at knowing, as he pleased Moby, he would certainly have the man on a daily basis. This too and fro within his depths was shattering his ability to reason it through. The devil on one shoulder and angel on the other, giving opposing views, brought confusion. His demon side reminded him of the majesty, power and glory of worshipping and serving that man and his weapon, gave way to the angelic argument, that the pain and possible damage could never be worth any inner pleasure of taking part. The silence in the prison become prominent to Cliff when he could hear the sloppy motions of his fist across his own oozing dick. It was virtually the only sound now. And Moby would also be hearing this, as he lay in the bunk above him. Cliff slowed his masturbating rate until he could no longer hear himself at play - and now - distant clip-clip of a Guard's boots on concrete, a long way away, was all he could hear. The slow motion of his fingers were still plenty, to maintain the seeping leakage from his raging hard-on. It also kept the memory of minutes earlier, when he held Moby's dick in his mouth, clear in his mind. But the see-sawing mental debate of whether to let him try to fuck him or not also continued. From nearby he heard a man cry out in pain, but his second scream was muffled. The screams from only a cell or two away slowly ebbed and turned into moans. Cliff noticed his breathing increased as he listened to the fucking scene. And for the first time, he heard Moby. His breathing was also deepening and Cliff pictured that wonderfully powerful chest rising and falling - only inches away. Why wasn't Moby making a move on him? "Moby?" Cliff whispered, as he craned his neck to look out, and up to edge of the bunk overhead. The heavy breathing continued but no answer came back. "Moby?" Cliff called a little louder than before. But it achieved no reaction, just the same. Cliff climbed out of his bunk and uncoiled his body, to stand tall and look into the top bunk. In the almost pitch darkness, he could make out the man, laying on his back. One arm across his face, the other flung back, resting on the wall. As he had pictured, the robust chest rose and fell in even waves. But the tight rolling muscles of the abdomen remained almost still. Laying in a thick curve up that midsection, he could make out the abundant mass of meat, not erect now but still a frightening sight. The fingers of both hands took it firmly into a grip and fucked it slowly, gently, yet smoothly. He could feel the energy build up inside, spreading his fingers further apart and making his fisting easier, as the tautness gave him something to work the thick foreskin across. "Moby?" His fingers tightened and proceeded more rapidly. He could feel the broad cum tube along the length of the underbelly resist his hands and as he worked them to the head, warm sticky manjuice bubbled out. He worked it over the shaft, making it oily and the harder he rubbed, the more it flowed. Now, he was making more sloshing noises than when he worked on his own cock moments earlier. "Moby? Wake up. Please Moby." "Ah, the magic word." Moby lifted his arm from his face and rolled slightly onto his side so that his dick pointed more directly at Cliff. "Beg me boy." The instant Moby uttered those words, the mental torture of - should - shouldn't - flooded back in. His fingers slowed and his eyes focused on the extensive bulk, now spreading his fingers so far apart, they had no likely chance of meeting by 2", anywhere along its vast length. "Let me hear it sonny." Cliff licked his lips and couldn't resist any longer. He drove his mouth over the head and sucked much of the glue away, coating it. Almost lovingly, Moby slowly rocked on the bed, pushing a few inches more inside the hot mouth and again flexed that beefy cylinder, to produce a sample of ball soup for Cliff's tongue to enjoy. "I won't ask again." Moby pulled out an inch, then another and finally dragged it away from the hot oral cavern. "Alright." Cliff whispered the word and leaned forward to take it again. Moby let it happen and fed more into the mouth, as a reward. He watched the boy chewing and licking his dick for a few minutes before pulling away once more. "On your knees." Cliff stood silently as he watched Moby throw his legs over the side of the bunk and jump down. His enormous tool whipped up and down, slapping his thigh and belly in a very noisy way. Cliff stepped back and looked at the man. Moby pointed to the lower bunk and repeated his words. "On your knees Cliff!" Cliff eased himself onto the concrete floor and rested his face into his bunk, with both arms stretched out, gripping the opposite side of the mattress. He dared not look. His arse grew tighter with the prospect of what was to come. He felt Moby spreading his arse cheeks and then sensed a warmness against the crack. Something hard and wet run up and down the crease then decided on the quivering tight hole. Cliff shuddered when he realised Moby was eating out his arse. He could feel the tongue probe at the entrance and push the doorway apart with its strength and experience of many conquests. It felt beautiful. His ring relaxed and the tongue broke through. It washed and cleaned him. He bucked back onto it and was served with a slightly harder probing, which he just as quickly recognised as a finger. The tongue and finger worked on him more before a second finger was introduced. Cliff felt excited by this, as he was now accepting all three intruders and knew he was relaxed enough now to accept more. Just as a third finger broke inside his passage with equal ease, he turned his mind to the idea of that colossal fucking pole trying to do the same. His hole closed tightly around the 3 fingers and forced the small portion of tongue inside him, completely away. Moby delved deeper and rubbed the contracting anal muscle vigorously until it sprung open again. Then, he drove his mouth back over the spot and buried the tongue into the spread hole. Cliff observed the tongue wasn't just there for the pleasure of it all. He sensed spit being forced in, to assistance the massaging fingers, now up his arse to the last knuckle. They worked inside him in circles, back and forth, right and left. He knew his rear burrow was now wide open. And when he received the fourth finger inside without the slightest bother, for the first time, the idea of engaging in battle with Moby's dick become a distinct possibility. He centered his mind on that region of his body and judged it ready. And with this thought, he noticeably felt the arse muscles slacken even more, allowing the fucking hand to slip completely to the thumb without resistance. Moby stroked inside a few more times and then introduced that thumb. Cliff's assured mind stumbled, with the realization that he might be fist fucked at any second. But although he felt himself tighten against this last invader, Moby's hand slide inside and the band of muscle closed over his wrist. Moby stopped dead in his tracks. Cliff felt the most filled he had ever been and his arse itched to have movement down there. He braced against the wall ahead of him and pushed backwards. He felt Moby resist this and the hand become a fist inside him, sliding deeper and deeper. Moby allowed Cliff to adjust its depth. He merely held his arm stiff and in one place. Cliff had no idea how far up Moby's forearm he was now travelling but it felt wonderful - and without the slightest pain. He stayed his movement and Moby then knew it was up to him. But he not only commenced a slow withdrawing and thrust, he stood and stepped slightly to the side. In the corner of his eye, Cliff saw Moby moving in. Glancing back for the first time, he could see the arm buried to the middle of Moby's forearm and the man was standing alongside. Cliff could also see that majestic tool arching up, thicker than the wrist inside his arse right now. He twisted his own body, just as Moby must have wanted, then swallowed the mighty head inside his mouth. "That's it boy. Get it hot and wet." Moby pumped his dick into the mouth at the same slow pace he arm worked the other opening. Cliff was fast becoming crazy. His mind was in a spin. He gauged the depth the fist was climbing inside him - no more than 7". And he could easily visualise the difference between the diameter of the wrist and lower forearm, as against the cock lodged in his mouth. The dick had to be just slightly thicker. The great pleasure he was feeling in his arse, meant he must have that cock inside him - instantly. He practically spat Moby from his lips, and panting, announced his needs loudly. "Now Moby! Fuck me now!" "Shut up you stupid bastard!" Moby whispered in an angry tone. But without a second thought, drew his arm, then hand, from the hot, well parted hole. He quickly moved around behind Cliff and taking both cheeks in his hands, centered the head of his dick against the cavity. He had so worked it open, the head almost fell inside without resistance. His idea of taking it slowly were smashed, as Cliff moved back against him and the gigantic dick slithered further and further inside. But once he found himself about half way devoured by the arse cunt, he stopped the motion, forcing Cliff forward with his hands and began to screw the hole in steady thrusts. Cliff accepted this and lay across his bunk, tail high in the air, welcoming whatever Moby cared to serve up. And Moby served up more and more with each subsequent lunge. For the first time, Cliff experienced some pain, as the massive dick slammed harder and faster inside his arse. He could feel it cramming higher into his bowel, forcing his stomach beyond any previously encountered depth when being fucked. He must have the entire length inside now. But no. As this thought sunk in, he felt the python climb even higher. And just as suddenly, the cramping ceased. The ride in and out of his back passage become smoother and he remembered being told that extra large dicks could find and break through the higher sphincter between the bowel and intestines. Once this happened, the dick was cradled inside, held between the two rings of muscle, and could scurry back and forth without any pressure on the bowel area. Until now, he had thought this only - talk. What is more, Moby must have known and sort this. He hissed "yes" before hooking both thighs around the front of Cliff's thighs, moving in closer and then - he commenced to pump the arse with increasing rapidity. Cliff lay there, taking the meat deeper and deeper with each stroke until finally - the wiry hairs around Moby's cock crushed against his arse and those huge balls slammed against one thigh, then the other, as the man fucked him like a wild dog. Cliff had never experienced anyone driving at such a pace. Crooking his head around, he watched the man flying into him at piston speed. "Alright you pair!" A flash light shone onto them from beyond the bars. Moby stopped dead as both men looked around at the Guard, standing at their cell door. "Fuck off shithead!" Moby openly called back, as he returned to fucking into Cliff at a slower rate, increasing once more with each passing stroke. The torch went out and the Guard moved away. "Moby? We're gunna get cooked for this!" Cliff lay there, a slave to his emotions and the man screwing him. But felt he had to say what he felt. "Its OK. I know him. So long as I give him a mouthful once a week, he won't say a word." Moby increased his strokes even more until he was getting close to the pace he was at before the interruption. "Might mean you gotta let him suck you off once in a while too." And soon, he was climbing in and out of that hot, wide arse as if nothing had happened. "But you won't mind that, will yu'?" Cliff was in too much pleasure to argue, besides, he was so glad they didn't uncouple, he was prepared to accept whatever might come from being caught. He lay there, slowly dropping his arse lower, as he become weaker in the knees. But this seemed to make it an easier target for Moby and somehow, the pace quickened. Moby held this onslaught for a long time. Cliff lost track of time, but he knew he had to have been screwed for more than half an hour, when Moby released his thighs from around Cliff and changed his attack. His strokes slowed slightly while increasing the depth. This variation sent thunderous waves through Cliff's body. The tool crashed into him completely before drawing out more than half way, then charged back inside again. He could feel the dick slip out of that inner ring of muscle and break it wide open again - he went from feeling the giant mass pushing his guts around, to a smooth passage, then a crowding again. Moby increased these spearing depths, dragging himself out, virtually to the tip of his cock at times. Cliff found he couldn't stop himself from farting loudly on occasions, as the shaft drew out to only an inch or so then plunge back inside. It sucked his guts out with it and often the air just had to escape. These evacuations finally reached the ultimate. The mighty cockhead would completely leave him but rape his arse a fraction of a second later, when he drove back inside. The dick was just too long to go from tip to hilt in one thrust, so Moby would vary his strokes, so he was fucking with his entire length, then only fucking with the head and maybe half a dozen inches, before reverting back to full deep strokes. This did maddening things to Cliff's brain and balls. "I'm - I'm gunna - shoot!" Cliff coughed out. "No you fuck'n don't!" Moby pulled his dick all the way out, emptying Cliff. He turned the boy around, by the hips and looked down at the throbber, bouncing and expanding before his eyes. The head had been spilling plenty of precum and a number of small trickles run in many directions from the crown, down over the shaft. Further evidence of this having been taking place for a while, showed on the damp thighs. Moby grabbed the trembling cock in his fist, right down close to the balls, which were by now, disappearing up into the young man's body. He squeezed tightly and forced the onrush, back into the balls. Cliff lay there with eyes close, shaking and quivering. From the eye of his dick, a thick, white spurt of cum emerged and rolled heavily down the shaft. Moby left it alone and retained his tight grip. Soon the surging stopped, although a couple of chains of cum had escaped despite his hard work. Cliff slowly returned to a restful pose and his dick merely throbbed occasionally in Moby's fist. Once Moby knew Cliff had been saved from blowing, he dropped his mouth down, to the shaft and licked the long, thick strands of spunk from the veined shank. He lapped his way up and swallowed the head, but not closing his mouth tightly around it, in fear of setting Cliff off again. Though he drank down all the cum he could before lifting away. "Over here." Moby let the dick go free, stood and walked toward the toilet in the corner. He sat onto the seat and watched Cliff slowly gather himself up, stand and walk with a slight bandy gait toward him. Moby took his cock in hand, giving it a few quick rubs to bring it back to total attention, then spread his thighs to form a seat on which Cliff could sit. Cliff knew what Moby was suggesting. He spread his own thighs widely, as he walked over Moby's parted legs. Looking down, he aimed his arse at the upright pole and slowly lowered himself over it. His hole was so well oiled and now permanently enlarged, he felt almost disappointed as such a monster of a cock was able to climb inside him with no pain; no sensation of tightness at all. Oh it still felt wonderful inside him, and he would crave this from morning to night, each day of his life, hereafter. And there was no doubting the mass of the meat he was taking inside. But the threat, danger and concerns he once had were not only gone but were now replaced with a strange wish - there might be some pain. But as he felt the hairy crotch under his cheeks and could sense the entire 12" or more inside him, he found himself wondering what it might be like to be fucked by a stallion with a dick twice the size of this human stallion. The thought even came to him - maybe he could take Moby and another man at the same time. That would be a fantastic ride and a half. He rose and fell over the giant tool and pondered these things, clamping his ring tighter and tighter to gain more appreciation of just how massive this dick was. This worked wonders. That was half his problem. He had become too relaxed. So relaxed that he was being lazy in his efforts. He found he could tighten himself so much that both he and Moby gave out little cries of pain. Yes, he could feel pain now and he could also feel that giant organ bending over under the pressures he exerted upon it. "Ah Christ Cliff!" Moby quickly reached back and gripped the pipe coming down the wall from the cistern. His muscular form strained in all direction. Hard flexing muscles ballooned in his arms, chest, stomach and even his throat. Cliff felt the gorgeous thighs under him swell tightly under his arse and the great tower of man muscle inside his belly flexed as well. "No!" Cliff rode that dick as hard as he could, edged on even more by seeing this athlete, who was moments before, always in control, now fighting to contain himself. "No!" Moby cried aloud again. He tried to push Cliff away and when he found he couldn't, he began to stand, forcing Cliff to fall off. Then, Cliff felt the first true pain all night. The giant dick was bent at an acute angle, as the two men stood face to face. Yet, its head was still lodged inside Cliff's arse. It was forced back against his spine and the shaft run out between his thighs, crushing his balls up into his own dick. Now Cliff cried out in pain and stepping back quickly, dislodged it completely. It whipped up, clouting his balls all the harder and as he moved further back, sprung up against his own belly. Both men looked down between their torsos and watched the tremendous bulbous head flaring up, then contracting, before it once again swelled even larger still. The wide eye at the end of the dick seemed to open further and a thick bubble of cum popped out from it. It sat over the eye, covering it. Cliff started to giggle but stopped dead when that bloated creamy, white drop was propelled into the space between them under the force of a volcanic eruption. The long string of spunk flew up and landed on Cliff's chest but was quickly joined by a second, then a third. Realising that he had brought Moby off, despite the man claiming he never cum until he was ready, Cliff pushed him backwards, onto the toilet seat and followed the stream of cum shooting out of the end of the dick, all the way down, until his lips closed over the head and no more spunk came forth. None that could be seen anyway. However, Cliff's bloating cheeks told them both, that his mouth was quickly filling up. They sucked in and as Cliff's eyes rolled to the back of his head with a gleeful look on his face, Moby knew he had swallowed the load. But he could feel his dick continue to burst and pump his juices. Laying back, he did his usual trick of dick flexing, forcing everything he had to offer, out of his balls and into the hungry mouth around his tool. "Yeah." He flexed a little more, as his passions ebbed and threatened to run dry. "Yeah. Eat my babies." He reached down and scooped the plentiful threads of custard from Cliff's chest and belly and held it under the boy's nose. The eyes opened with the scent crowding his nostrils and grew wider at the sight of the delicious spunk. He lifted his mouth off the head and popped his tongue out. "Want it?" Cliff replied by lapping at the fingers, so Moby turned his hand over and wiped them in a downward stroke, across the tongue, coating it with the glutinous sap. Cliff whipped his tongue inside and it returned almost empty, to then lick and lap at the fingers, sucking them clean. He looked up into Moby's eyes and smiled, before turning his face down again and covering the dick once more. "That's it. There ain't no more mate." Moby tried to edge Cliff off his cockhead. The boy obeyed and slowly stood up. "Well, now its your turn. How do yu' want'a lose it?" Moby took the dick near his face, into his mouth and waited for an answer. "I don't care Moby. Tell me what you want." Cliff rocked his smaller, but still better than average dick into the face surrounding it. Not sure if it was because Moby couldn't talk or because he wanted the cock down his throat, Cliff only gave Moby a few moment to indicate somehow, his preference, then pulled away and asked again. "What do yu' want?" "Well, do yu' want Daddy to show yu' how to take dick up the arse?" "Suits me. But yu' more like a big Brother." Cliff run his fingers through Moby's hair. "Real big. Real fuck'n big!" "OK. Do yu' worst." Moby rolled on the toilet seat and pointed his tail into the air. Cliff wet his fingers and began to probe the hole. "No! Do it dry. I want'a feel the pain." "I hope you don't think I'm gunna take you dry next time." "Men and boys." Moby reached back, grabbed the rigid dick and dragged Cliff toward his arsehole. He wriggled his hand around while forcing it into himself. The head popped inside almost immediately. With gritted teeth, he urged Cliff on. "Push! Get that slug inside me!" His voice announced pain, his shaking body told the same story. "Make me bleed you little shit!" With that, Cliff thrust himself inside hard, forcing his dick to travel all the way to his nuts and then back again. Moby's entire body was quaking, just as it did when he was shooting. But he never cried out. Gripping the toilet seat, he forced himself into a half standing position and made Cliff work harder on him. "I'm gunna teach you heaps. That dick is gunna learn how to fuck a man one day. You think you're on a holiday don't yu'?" Cliff knew he wasn't on any holiday but it sure seemed like he was in paradise. "Teach me Brother! Teach me!"