Gay Erotic Stories

I had just woken up, and the sun was already streaming through my window. It was going to be a fine day. Although it was a Tuesday, I was going to be home all day while I had a new kitchen fitted. The delivery was supposed to be arriving any time after 8.30, and a glance at my bedside clock showed me that it was already 8.25. I jumped out of bed, wrapped my robe around my naked body, and went across to the kitchen. I could have a shower later while the men were working, but I thought I had better be ready for when they arrived. I had cleared everything out the night before, apart from my coffee maker, which was just coming to the boil as I entered.

On the dot of 8.30 the bell rang. I opened the door, and a large black man was standing there. I was six foot, and barely came up to his chin, and his shoulders nearly stretched across the doorframe. “Good morning” he said, “I’m George, from the Acme Kitchen Centre. My colleague should be here later on this morning”.

“Hi” I replied, my voice almost a whisper, “I’m Ian, come in, and I’ll show you where it is”. I could feel myself blushing as I said that; I knew what I wanted to show to him. I quickly turned around, and showed him into the kitchen. “Would you like a cup of coffee? It’s freshly brewed”. He replied yes, and I asked if he would like a biscuit with it; with another yes from him, I went across to the spare room, and returned with a biscuit caddy. As I offered the tin to him I told them I made them myself, and was looking forward to cooking in my new kitchen.

As he chewed on the biscuit I had time to study him. He was wearing an open necked check shirt, a light jacket, and some pretty tight jeans. I imagined he was well endowed between his legs; there was certainly a large mound there. I realised I was staring. Not only that but my own small manhood was beginning to become aroused, and I could see it making an appearance between the flaps of my robe very shortly. Once again I felt myself blushing, and I went to leave the kitchen. Unfortunately my gown cord had become stuck in something, and as I moved away the two flaps, no longer restrained by the cord, fell open. I stammered something incoherent, totally embarrassed, wondering what to do or say. I was frozen in time. Nobody had seen me naked since I had left school where we had big communal showers after sport. Then he spoke, and I quivered as I heard his deep voice ring out again: “Walk across to me, Ian, and slip your robe off your shoulders”. I did as I was told, and could feel my penis stiffen with excitement.

Although I was 35 my only sexual experience with another person had been in my early school years. I had been the first boy in my dorm to get an erection, and the other boys used to love wanking me off. I loved it too; I just lay on my bed while they stripped off my pajamas, and pulled my penis. The thought of five pairs of eyes looking at me was heaven, and being used like that was absolute bliss. After that I had just wanked myself, until I learnt about anal toys.

Before I go on to the sheer wonder of George, I should perhaps describe my own body. Although I was six foot, as I have said, I was quite thin, certainly not muscular, and devoid of body hair, apart from some pubic growth, which I kept away with shaving or waxing. Even under my arms was practically bare. My penis erect barely measured 4” and ¾” across. It had never worried me. I could still enjoy cumming with it. As I reached George he put his arms around my waist and lifted me up, with as much ease as most people would lift a bag of sugar. When my mouth was opposite his, he put his tongue into it, and rolled it around inside. He put me down again, and said, “I’m gonna roll my cock around, just like that, and then I will pluck your cherry. You’ve never been fucked before, have you?”

“No”, I replied “but I have used toys”. He grunted, and then told me to strip him.

I suddenly thought of the window. Across the garden was a block of flats, which overlooked my bungalow; but I was far too excited to give it more than a moments thought. I knelt down and removed his shoes and socks, then stood up, and slid the jacket over his shoulders. I could feel him shaking slightly so, I thought, you are equally excited. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and removed that. As it fell to the floor I nearly swooned. His chest was beautiful…there was no other word for it; smooth, black and shining. His arms had muscles nearly as big as my thighs. My penis strained as I looked at him. I unbuckled his belt, lowering the zip down over that increasingly large mound. The jeans fell to the floor, and there were just his underpants to go. I put my arms around his waist, and starting from the back, gradually slid them down. As they moved over his half erect cock, it sprung out. I gasped. From the middle of a thick dark forest of pubic hair his cock gradually stiffened. Never had I imagined anything so big; it must have been at least 10” long and over 2” across. He stepped out of his pants and told me to kneel down and then lick his cock. I did as I was told, putting my hand up to feel his balls. They must have been the size of small lemons. I moved my tongue up, along the ridge of his penis, reveling in the musky smell of his crotch; I licked around his massive head and them pushed my tongue into the slit. He was groaning and shuddering as my mouth closed over the top and I sucked his dick into my throat.

I could already feel the pressure at the back of my throat, and taste the deliciously salty precum. Although I had often tasted my own the flavour of another man’s was out of this world. Then he just pulled my head back, lifted me up, and placed me face down on the table. He spread my legs, and then I could feel his finger probing my arsehole. He smeared some precum into the hole and gently pushed his finger in; then I could feel two fingers, easing the hole apart. As they withdrew I knew what was coming next, and tried to relax as I thought of that piece of meat about to enter me. At first I could feel the gentle pressure of his head spreading my hole, and then the sharp pain as it forced its way in. I screamed, and he stroked my buttocks. He moved back and forwards slowly, each time progressing further into me. I was moaning away, partly from pleasure and partly from pain. I could tell I had received most of his cock as I could feel his prickly pubic hairs on my bum when he made a final thrust. I yelled again but this time he just increased his speed and I knew he was about to cum. I felt the warm spurt inside me, and loved it. I was no longer a virgin. He pulled out, and turned me over, cum still spurting from his cock; I felt the warm fluid land on my chest. He took my little penis in his hand and began to pull it, roughly and quickly. It didn’t take long before I ejected my load; a thimbleful to his flood.

I just lay on the table for what seemed hours, but was probably no longer than two or three minutes. I felt exhausted but fulfilled. I heard a door click, and assumed it was George, but then, with a shock, I heard voices. “Hi, Josh, I’ve got a feeling this job’s gonna take longer than planned. Just see what’s cooking in the kitchen”. That was George’s voice, but I had no idea who he was talking to, apart from the fact that his name was Josh.

I was about to leap off the table when George walked in. “Ian, meet Josh, my colleague. I think you’ll find him equally satisfying”. Josh was another black guy, but not built to the same proportions as George. I suddenly found myself wondering how big HIS penis was.

“Trust you to find a nice bit of white pussy George; you’ve already been trying the goods, I can see. I hope he’s left something for me, Ian.” It felt weird, sitting on my kitchen table totally naked, with drying semen coating most of my chest, talking to two men I thought I had employed, but who seemed were going to make use of me. It felt weird, but exciting. I agreed with George. This kitchen was certainly going to take longer than a day; I had better ring the office and tell them I wouldn’t be in for the rest of the week!

“I think that all depends, Josh. What were you looking for?” I felt like a tart on a pick up, and I liked that feeling. I slid off the table, and slowly advanced on Josh. I could see George out of the corner of my eye, and noted his rising cock. I put my arms around Josh’s neck, kissed him, and then drew my arms down the front of his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as I went. I finished undressing him, bar his pants, and said to them both to follow me. I led them into my large living room, and knelt down on the floor, bringing Josh with me. I pulled his pants down, and his black meat sprung to attention. It was not as large as George’s but was still massive in my eyes.

He was lying on his back, and I knelt in between his legs. I licked his balls and then led the tip of my tongue down to the crack in his buttocks, to his arsehole. As my tongue slid down he lifted his legs onto my shoulders, and I pushed it into his hole, feeling George’s big cock forcing its way into me again at the same time. I went back to sucking Josh’s cock, which was well down my throat, with him thrusting it into me, and George pushing down. With a gigantic heave and groan, and nearly choking me, Josh came, and a fountain of sperm ejected into my mouth, and over my face as he pulled his penis out. Just like George, he didn’t seem to stop cumming and his lovely sticky liquid blinded me in my eyes.

Meanwhile George was thrusting hard into my buttocks, using all 10” in and out, in and out, each time his massive balls came slamming into my little ones. Suddenly he lifted me up, with his cock still right up my arse, and walked over to the window. He pulled the net curtain to one side, and told me to hang onto the latch. If I had been thinking normally I would have cringed from the idea, but I was so wound up I did as he said, and he carried on fucking me in full view of the street. With my feet resting on the back of the sofa, and my hands on the window latch, George’s penis was free to carry on piercing my arsehole. The thrusts became longer, as he almost withdrew each time, and then once again I would feel his testicles slam against mine; this time my shouts were of pure pleasure. I gave no thought to anything that might be happening outside the window, until I thought I felt a torpedo rip through my belly. That was George cumming. As he did I looked up, and saw my neighbour from up the street looking on, with a broad grin on his face. He was an elderly black man who had moved in with his wife about four years ago, but had kept to themselves, so I hardly knew him. Judging by the look on his face, we were about to become better acquainted. In fact, when the reality of the situation dawned on me, it was surprising there wasn’t a long queue for the door. Luckily there were no houses opposite to overlook, just a park fence, but there was a fair bit of traffic along the road; hopefully none of the drivers looked this way, or maybe I hoped they did!

“Hey, is this private, or can I join in?” Bert announced his presence at the living room door, making me realise that the front door must still be open from Josh’s arrival. “Come on in Grandpa,” says George. It didn’t look as if I had a say in the matter. “This little white pussy is starving for black cock. Did you see him howling, through the window?”

“Not so much of the Grandpa, young fella; the name’s Bert. And yes, I did. My trousers could hardly hold my stiffening dick. Come on white pussy, make my day”. I could still feel the semen dripping between my buttocks and down my legs from George’s last cum, and here was someone else wanting to fuck me. I hadn’t had any sexual experience, and now I was a whore. Bert wasn’t waiting for an answer, and had already removed all his clothes. For an older guy he was in pretty good shape, if a little chubby, and his pubic hair was greying. His dick was similar in length to Josh’s, but about as thick as George’s, making it look quite stubby. They just stood there watching, their pricks for the moment at half mast.

“Okay Bert”, I said, “Come and get me!” I ran through the door and into my bedroom. It was a big room, and I had a big bed. I jumped up on it, and knelt, doggy style, with my ass pointing to the door. Bert followed me on to the bed and thrust his stiff dick straight in, causing me to fall flat on my face. He kept driving into me, each jab making me quiver. My head had ended up hanging over the edge of the bed, and my gaping mouth was soon filled with cock. It was George’s weapon, and this time I felt I could swallow more of it; the angle was better, and my throat, like my pussy, was becoming used to it. In fact I began to feel that Bert’s dick was going to meet George’s half way. I could sense the cream of Bert’s cum in my belly; his movements had slowed and groaning stopped; my face was being showered, once again, in George’s delicious cum, and Josh was cumming on my back.

I just lay there, on my stomach; by now hardly a square inch of me wasn’t covered in cum, and I was full up inside with black man’s sperm. When I had woken that morning I hadn’t realised what an awakening I was going to receive. I heard the guys leave the room, and the sound of water running, against the background of splashes and laughter. I could imagine the three of them in my shower room, soaping each other over their beautiful black bodies, fingers running through their cracks, and over those solid black balls; their penis’ would be soft now, but still awesome. I could also feel my own little contribution requesting some attention. I had only cum once while pleasuring my black stallions, and my testicles were straining to be emptied. I rolled over onto my back, the last of Josh’s semen soaking into my sheets, and roughly wanked myself. As I came, I saw the three of them pass my bedroom door, not taking any notice of what I was doing. I liked that. It made me feel even more of a slut, and that was what I wanted. I continued to lie there; the door slammed, and I assumed that it was Bert leaving. I had no idea how long the two kitchen fitters were going to want me but I was certain I would be seeing Bert back on a regular basis.

A voice called from the kitchen, “Hey, slut! It’s time for coffee.” I walked into the kitchen, and was about to pick my robe up, when Josh continued, “From now on you can call us ‘Sir’, and you won’t be needing that for the next few days. In fact you won’t be needing any clothes for the next few days. Will you like that?” He could not have proposed anything more to my liking. I had often wandered around the flat naked, and to have to do it, and be at someone else’s beck and call was beyond my wildest dreams.

“Yes, SIR!!!” I confirmed.

“Good. I’m glad you like the idea. George has rung the works to say that you want some extra work done which will probably fill the rest of the week, so they won’t be expecting us back until next Monday. By that time we will have fucked that cute little arse of yours into oblivion”. The assumption was that my office wouldn’t be expecting me, which was right as I worked most of my time away from it, but it was still more confirmation that over the next few days I was there to do as I was told. Even just standing there naked, with the two of them fully clothed, made me feel sluttish. I suppose that it was the same as when I had been at school. At the time I thought I had been controlling the other boys, whereas they had been using me.

There was a small utility room off the kitchen, so I took the coffee maker through there, plugged it in, and returned to the kitchen. “Is it alright if I have a shower now, Josh, sir?” “No, you will be told. And if there are any more unnecessary questions George will tickle your buttocks with his belt. When you have made the coffee you can clear up the living room, and change your bed sheets. George and I will fit this kitchen; otherwise we won’t be getting any food today. Now get out of here”.

I gave them their coffee, and then did as I had been told. It was amazing what a mess we had made in the living room--dried semen everywhere. I soon had it cleared, though, and went through to prepare the bedroom for more action. I vacuumed the carpets, then picked up the waste bins and walked through the utility room to the back door. The trashcan was kept behind the garage, and I was already half way along the path when I realised what I was doing. I quickly tipped the rubbish away, and raced back to inside, trying to look up at the flats as I ran. I couldn’t see anyone, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t see me. I rushed inside and pushed the door closed. As I turned round I saw Josh and George laughing their heads off. I nearly snapped at them, and then remembered the belt. Not that a few lashes across the buttocks didn’t appeal to me.

It was coming up to lunchtime, so I prepared the table in the dining room, with some salad, and put out some beers, hoping that I wasn’t supposed to await orders on that as well, and called them through. “Well done slut pussy, beer as well. You can join us, but only speak when you are spoken to,” George said. “Now sit down.”

“Thank you sir”, I replied. As I wasn’t spoken to until the end of the meal it was a fairly quiet affair for me, and when Josh did speak, it was about supper. “Have you got any North African take-aways around here?”

As it happened, there was a good Moroccan restaurant that delivered meals, as long as they were ordered by 5.00 pm, so Josh said he would go round now, and arrange for our evening meal. I was about to ask for my favourite, when the no speaking rule rang in my head, and I just listened to them discussing what they might have. Josh left, and George went back to the kitchen, so I cleared up the table, and went to sit in the living room. It felt strange sitting there in the daylight, in the nude, with a man working away in the kitchen.

I eventually dozed off, and was awakened by a yell demanding tea, which was duly delivered, and I went back to the sofa. It was 4.30, and Josh had ordered the meal for delivery at 7.30. I was hoping I would be allowed a shower before then, as I was still encrusted in dried sperm, although I have no doubt it probably felt worse than it looked. However, I couldn’t ask, but merely sit and wait. At 6.00 George came through, sat down with the comment, “That’s it nearly finished. We should complete it tomorrow. Now I think we have time for a beer or two before we eat.” I took that as an order. Josh came through and joined us, they chatted, allowing me the occasional comment, but still no mention was made of a shower. Time went by, and it was now nearly 7.30. It looked like I would be eating my supper as I was. Then the front bell rang. I didn’t move, as I didn’t expect they would want me to answer the door as I was, then George roared, “Get up, you filthy slut, and open the door”.

“But, I can’t,” I stuttered, “not like this.”

The answer was George moving to undo his belt. I moved to the door, and looked through the spy hole. It was the meal, and Ahmed had brought it. He was a young Moroccan lad, whose parents had come over when he was about 8. He was now 18, and doing well at school. He worked at the restaurant during the school holidays, and had often delivered meals to me. Apart from one occasion, soon after he started, we had got on well; but that time he had turned up late and the meal apart from being nearly cold, had been thrown around, and looked inedible. On top of that he was dirty, and his clothes were a mess. If I hadn’t had a bad day, I probably would have engaged my mind before speaking instead of which I gave him a proper tongue lashing, at which he dropped my food and fled.

I later learnt that he had been mugged, and apologised to him, and all seemed to have been forgotten. And now here he was delivering the meal, with me naked and covered in cum. He was just about to press the bell again, so I opened the door a little and asked him to leave it there, “I’m just in the middle of changing,” I explained, hoping that Josh had paid for it.

“Good evening, Mr. Manners,” he replied, “But Josh said you would pay for it when I brought it round.”

At this point Josh came through, and taking the door out of my hand, pulled it wide open. “Come in, Ahmed. Our little white slut pussy doesn’t want you to see him like this. And let me remind you not to talk you filthy pimple of a whore. Has he ever given you any bother?” Josh asked Ahmed. The boy’s face was one of amazement. He obviously had no idea what was going on, but just looked from my nude body that of Josh, and now George, who had joined us in the hall.

“Mr. Man…”he began, but was interrupted by George, who said. “If you are referring to that,” pointing at me, “he is our slut, for fucking when we like, so call him filth or slime, but not Mr! Isn’t that right, you piece of ordure.”

“Yes, sir.” I meekly agreed.

“Now Ahmed,” George went on, “Has he ever been rude or unpleasant to you?”

“Only once, and he did apologise”, came the reply.

So George picked me up, tipped me over the back of the sofa, with my buttocks facing the window, and pulled back the curtains. It was dark outside, and the living room was brightly lit, so I felt as if I was on a stage. He whipped out his belt, and called for Ahmed to come over. It was then I noticed his expression had changed, from bewilderment, to anticipation. “Now, this slut needs some correction. So first you can belt him, and then he will pleasure you, if you want it, won’t you slovenly trollop. I’m sure you would like some teenage meat in your little pussy”.

Another glance at Ahmed’s face confirmed his thoughts. He was beaming. Whether it was in anticipation of demeaning me, or perhaps he was losing his virginity, I didn’t know, but I knew the answer that was expected of me, and the one I did want to give. “Yes, sir. I look forward to doing anything this gentleman requires of me, sir.”

George gave Ahmed his belt, and told him to thrash my arse, six times hard. If he didn’t do it hard enough I was to receive another six. I braced myself and felt the leather make contact with my naked flesh. It was agony, but the warm glow that followed filtered through to my loin. The remaining five were soon administered, and George decided I had had sufficient for the moment. “Right, hussy. Now pleasure this young gentleman.”

He pulled me back off the sofa, and I stood naked in front of the window. I walked to Ahmed and kissed him, pushing my tongue through his lips, and rolling my tongue around his mouth. Was it only this morning that George had been doing that to me? His tension began to flow out of him, and I eased his jacket off his shoulders, and then unbuttoned his shirt, which followed the jacket to the floor. His chest was lovely and smooth, somewhere between puppy fat and the muscles of manhood, part of which was urgently pressing against his jeans. I bent down, removed his shoes and socks, and then went back to his waist. With one hand I unfastened his belt, while the other pulled the zip down, pressing against his hard cock.

I lowered the jeans to the floor, pressing my face into his crotch as I went. I moved him to the back of the sofa, pulled his pants down, and spread his legs apart; I pushed his head down, and started licking his crack, starting from the top and moving towards his hole. He was moaning and shaking, and when I pushed my tongue deep into his anus his whole body stiffened and shuddered. I turned him round, and his cock stood out proudly in front of him; it was a good size for a seventeen year old, and his coating of pubic hair still had the downy softness of youth. I sucked his testicles into my mouth, covering them in my saliva, and then my tongue licked its way up his shaft. I thought he was just about ready, so I lay him down on the floor, kneeling over him, and gradually lowered my pussy onto his erect penis; I moved up and down, slowly at first, gradually increasing the speed, and he thrust his hips upwards. I could feel the life inside my canal, and once more that day felt the warm glow of cum inside me, the fourth different man.

I had been oblivious to what had been going on around me while I had been pleasuring Ahmed, but as I pulled my anus off his dick, feeling his sperm flowing down my legs, I realised George and Josh were either side of me, both naked, with their cocks standing out at right angles. Still kneeling on Ahmed, I sucked George’s wonderful meat into my mouth and felt Josh entering my white pussy again. This time they used me furiously, spurred on by Ahmed lying on the floor. He looked up at me as my body was thrust back and forth, George’s cock disappearing into my mouth as Josh pushed his forward into my arsehole. Before they came I was lowered onto the floor and they stood above me wanking; by now Ahmed had joined in. Suddenly a waterfall of cum descended on to me; what landed on my mouth I sucked up greedily; it was like having a shower in a warm sticky compound, and I felt so used.

Day Two

I woke up the following morning wondering where on earth I was, and what had been happening, and then it all “came” back to me. As I recalled the events of the previous day, I thought of what was to happen today. The previous evening had finished off with me being thoroughly demeaned. As this morning, they went off for a shower, dressed, and invited Ahmed to share the meal. While they ate I had to stand to attention at the end of the table. I was still naked, and the cum covering was beginning to feel like a second skin. They all left something on their plates for me, and I had to go around licking it up when they had finished. Ahmed left around 11, George ordering me to see him to the front door.

“When you get there,” he had said, “open the door wide, and give Ahmed a long, lingering kiss. And make sure you can be seen!” He wanted to shame me thoroughly; and he knew I was enjoying it. I did as instructed. I stood in the open doorway, embraced Ahmed around the neck, and thrust my tongue deep into his mouth; my body writhed against his. I could hear traffic going past, but was heedless to the world. When I went back inside I found Josh & George already in my bed. They had put blankets on the kitchen floor for me. And that was where I was now.

I looked at the clock and saw it was nearly nine, so I got up and made some tea. It came to me that I had now been naked for somewhere around twenty-four hours. If they were going to stay until Sunday I could see I was going to be naked for a lot longer yet. I took the tea into the bedroom, and woke them up by kissing them. “Ah, our little slut is ready for the new day. And how is your pussy this morning?” I had put a lot of cream up my arse before sleeping, and it was only a little tender, surprisingly, considering how many times I had been fucked the previous day.

I told George this, and he went on, “Good. We have worked out a nice little surprise for our white strumpet today, as it appears you just can’t get enough good black meat inside you. Now go and prepare some toast, and we will “fill you in” on the day’s plans”. When I learnt what they had in mind, my tummy turned a somersault. I was aware that gays met in some outdoor areas, and had heard of cruising, but I had little idea of what went on. What they intended doing, basically, was to take me to a place only used by blacks, and see how many I could satisfy.

My garage had an entrance directly into the house, so I was instructed to go out and lie on the back seat of the car. Josh covered me in the tartan rug I kept on it, and off we went. I knew the area where we were going vaguely, but had never stopped there. The north side of the city was mainly populated by blacks, and there was a large common ground between it and the airport to the east. The part we headed for was a small hill, with a car park part way up. Below that it was mainly scrub, and trees; above it cleared to grassland. For some years it had been frequented by gays, and the only time you saw a straight guy up there was either by mistake, or because he wanted some thrill. The cops tended to leave the black area alone, anyway, and they certainly never visited Challock Hill.

I felt the bumps as the car drew off the main road, and the butterflies I felt in me began to turn into something rather larger. The plan was to drive to the top, where Josh and I would get out, and George would go and park the car. That was all they had told me. And that’s what we did. As George drove off I stood there naked, next to Josh, and for the first time began to feel a little trepidation. There didn’t appear to be anyone around, then Josh started shouting: “White slut available; come and try his little white pussy; let him suck your black meat dry.” And so on. It was like a variation of the old city cries.

We moved around the hill, and were eventually joined my George, who joined in. By now 5 or 6 blacks had appeared eyeing me hungrily. I felt like a mouse in a room full of cats. When we came to a bench I was made to stand on it so as I could be seen, and then George read out the rules. I was to be given a 30 second start, and then the chase was to begin. First to get to me was allowed sole use, and then it would be a free for all. With a nod from George, I jumped off the bench, and ran towards the scrub. Josh was shouting out the seconds, and then I heard the shout, “GO!”

I had counted at least ten men around me before I started, and I could guess how word of this could get around. “White pussy, on heat”. I stumbled as my feet hit the unevenness of the scrub, and then fell flat on my face. The brushwood was coarse, and stuck into my loin, but as I tried to get up the first man literally landed on me, pushing back onto the earth. I could feel him undoing his trousers, and yanking them down. Although he had sole use of me he was obviously too excited to take his time; I spread my legs, and felt his rampant cock push its way into my hole. It was big, but no monster, for which I was grateful. The last thing I needed to start with would have been a huge cock. He was thrusting right up my canal, and grabbing my nipples with his hands; every time he pushed down my penis and testicles were ground into that scrub.

By this time all the others had caught up, and were shouting encouragement to the guy on my back, driving him faster and faster. I could see as they shouted and yelled they were stripping off ready for action, and then with a final huge shove the first one came, ejecting his sperm into my bowels. The waiting men could see he had cum and started jockeying for next go. One gigantic man pulled me forward, off the other cock, and onto my knees; as he did so he pushed his meat into my mouth. I reckoned it must have been at least fourteen inches long, and at least three across; my jaws ached as he forced them apart with his dick. I could only breathe through my nose as the head forced my tongue down. At the same time I could feel someone riding me, and all the while the raucous noise continued.

A gigantic stream of very salty cum flowing down my throat announced the satisfaction of mega cock. As he pulled out the cum flowed out of my mouth, and down my chin, producing another roar of approval. Luckily the next customer was sized more normally, and I enjoyed it more. They changed at my rear as well, by now the cum up my arse served as lubricant, making entry easier. It went on for some time, and then I was turned over and fucked from the front. I could see who was doing me now; I could also see that there were plenty there to satisfy. Some were just standing over me, wanking, and as they came the sperm fell on to my chest and face.

When I woke up I was lying on the back seat of the car. It was moving, and it was dusk, which was lucky as there was nothing covering me. My mouth felt strained and dry, and my arsehole strained and painful. I moved slightly, and heard a voice from the front “Welcome back fuck machine, and congratulations. 32 blacks fucked you before you blacked out, and 6 afterwards; and no-one knows how many you sucked. You must have beautiful black man’s semen flowing through you now.”

I wondered what had happened to the day. It was about 1.00 when we had started, and it must have gone 7.00 by now. “Where…” I started to say, and grasped the fact rapidly how sore my jaw was.

“I suppose you want know where we’ve been all day?” I nodded. “Shall we tell him, George?”

“Well…maybe. Why not.” Josh then proceeded to outline where the missing hours had gone. Once all the participants had dressed, and generally sorted themselves out, I had been carried down the hill, and along the road, to much cheering and noise. At someone’s house I had been doped, partly to keep me down and partly to ease any pain. It was then announced that I was to be covered in cum, and from what was said I think the cum from every man within a five mile radius had flowed on to me. They had even held my mouth open and let it flow in there. I was promised I would see the pictures as soon as they were available!

Day Three

When we had got home the previous night, they had ordered another take away, which Ahmed had once again delivered, only this time he hadn’t stayed, and I was allowed a proper meal. I was sent to my mat in the kitchen, and fell soundly asleep. The first thing I knew was a gentle shove in the ribs, to see George towering above. “Come on, lazy hussy, we’ve got to get this kitchen finished today, then we can go down to Regis Bay for the weekend.” That was a gay only community, with naturism promoted. Miles of golden sands, etc!

I decided to summon up my courage and spoke “That sounds great, but please can I have a shower”. I almost cowered, expecting a verbal assault, if not a physical one.

Instead George just replied, “Of course, otherwise you’ll start to smell”. I was under that shower like a flash. It was glorious to feel the water cleaning and soothing me. It was also time to shave, as pubic hair was just beginning to show. When I had finished I towelled myself down and went back to the kitchen.

“How long do you think it will take to finish,” I asked.

“About two to three hours,” Josh replied, “We’ll head off to Regis tonight so we should arrive first thing in the morning. That will give us three full days there. George and I have got a cabin there, but we’ll need some supplies, so I’ll go out this afternoon to get them. I should think your pussy needs some rest, anyhow.” He was dead right there; it wasn’t impossible to sit down, but it wasn’t comfortable either. I had put the cream on after the shower, but I hoped they would lay off it for today.

While they toiled away in the kitchen I lay out on the sofa, dreaming and thinking. After yesterday the position didn’t seem so slave and masterish, although I was obviously still expected to do as I was told. I didn’t expect it would have been a very easy position to maintain at the seaside anyway. Talking of positions, I suddenly remembered yesterday’s photos. I wondered if they would be ready.

The rest of the day passed very peacefully. Considering neither Josh nor George had fucked me yesterday they both seemed pretty tired, and then I thought… I had no idea who had fucked me. Even at the start things had been chaotic, and after I had passed out, who knows. I had been seen by all the guys in town; maybe they had fucked me too. After our supper we loaded up the car with any gear needed, and were ready for the journey. They weren’t letting me cover myself up as it was dark and I had to sit upright, not lie down.

The town was deserted as we left and the first couple of hours we drove along the motorway. Then we had to stop for petrol, and as usual the service area was brightly lit. Josh got out and started to fill the tank, and then minibus drew up on the other side of the pumps. It was full of blacks, so Josh yelled to them. As one of them came over I heard Josh say, “We’ve got our white slag in the car, come and have a look.” They all piled out of the van, and followed their pal over. “Hey, slut, get out, they won’t be able to see you properly there.”

“Thanks George,” I thought, and got out. As I did I glanced over at the pay booth. Not surprisingly for that time of night there was a black face at the window. Or there was. As soon as I got out of the car he came over. Once again I found myself in the middle of a ring of black faces, being prodded and felt.

“Hey, man, not bad. He’s not that whore that serviced all those guys yesterday at Challock Hill?”

“The very one,” George helpfully replied, “But he’s having a day off today.” A groan rang out from their lips, when George added, “Well, his asshole is, but there’s nothing to stop a mouth fuck or two.” After much debate they decided the cashier deserved a go, and of the twelve in the van three had to “toss” for it. I was picked up by willing hands, and laid on the bonnet of the car, with my head hanging over the front. It made a perfect angle, and the cashier’s cock slid straight in my ready mouth. I was held spread-eagled by my hands and feet, otherwise I would have slid down onto the ground, and the boy, for I doubt he was much older than Ahmed, fucked my mouth; he groaned, and shot his load.

They changed over, and number two started. This was a more mature prick, and the pubic hair coarser. It was as I was thinking this I became aware of another car driving up. “Hey, look--a car load of honkies. Look over there white scrubber.” The cock in my mouth was temporarily withdrawn, and my head turned in the direction of the car. I could see clearly into the car for a brief moment, and then my head was turned back, and the cock reinserted. I think he thrust extra deeply until the car drove off. By the time the fourth black cock had ejected its load into my mouth I was beginning to have had enough; the previous day, or was it the day before that, was beginning to catch up on me. They slowly lowered me onto the tarmac, and I just lay there, watching the van drive off, and the cashier walk back to his office. George picked me up, and flung me into the back of the car. Once again, we were on the road next stop, hopefully, Regis Bay.

Day Four

It was still dark when we arrived at the site, and I couldn’t get much of an idea of the layout. We pulled up outside their cabin and the car was quickly unloaded. The cabin itself was made up of one big living room in the middle, with a small kitchen off, and on the other side a big bedroom and bathroom. There was no mistaking that the place was set up for fun. George and Josh retired to the bedroom, while I had to make do with a blanket on the sofa. In no time at all the place seemed to be flooded with light, so I got up and wandered over to the window. It was certainly well positioned; right on the beach, with swathes of golden sands, and a gentle sea. It was too tempting. I ran out across the sands, and plunged into the sea. It was cold and refreshing, and I could feel the waves flowing over my naked body. Naked body! I had spent so much time naked now I took it for granted. I hoped that the bit of beach I was on it was allowed, and then I remembered the policy and knew I would be okay. Not that there was anyone else around anyway.

I strolled back to the cabin, found a towel, and gave myself a good rub down. Time to wake the other two. I put their teas down by the bed, and was grabbed by George’s arm. I knew what he wanted, and I was ready for it, but I decided to tease him first. I twisted round, and slipped out of his grasp, saying, “Come on outside, and play on the sand.” I ran out the door, wiggling my arse at them, and through the living room. I heard the gulp of tea going down throats, and then the bedcovers were thrown back.

I jumped off the veranda and lay on my back in the rapidly warming sands. It was stimulating. I lifted up my legs so that they would have a good look at my hole as they came out. George reached me first, his beautiful black meat now nearly solid. I took it in my hand as he knelt over my face and stroked it, pulling it slowly into my mouth. What a feeling, lying there on the sand in the open air my mouth full of cock, and Josh massaging my hole with his finger ready to fill that with cock too.

They worked on me until they once more filled my body with their delicious sperm; my insignificant little cock was needing some attention too, and as they walked back to the cabin I just wanked myself until I came. I rolled over and over, and the sand stuck to my cum. I was sorry when it was time to go home.