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As Skip let go, I felt my arse lips straining to take the massive head of his fearsome weapon. Fortunately Cooky had stretched me with his fingers, and lubricated me with his tongue, while the cock head itself was slick with precum and spit from where I had been licking and sucking it. Nevertheless I gasped as it forced its way in, and I felt rather than heard my lips close in as the swollen head forced its way through my first set of muscles. Every ridge and vein on his swollen cock made themselves known as I slid down the top end of his cock, and then came to a sudden and painful halt as the second set of muscles tightened. The pain made me cry out, and tears flowed down my face as I felt my deepest innards being ripped apart by the steel cock. Skip wiggled a little and fresh agony coursed through me, making me cry out again. "We can't have this on your birthday," said Skip, and suddenly tickled me. This made me relax, and the muscles deep within me relaxed too, and I slithered down the whole length of his fierce manhood, again feeling all the ridges and veins. I came to a halt, impaled on his cock, feeling his bush tickling my balls and cock. The tears stopped, and I gasped in wonder that I had taken so great a cock the first time trying. "That's better,” said Skip. "You've lost your cherry now, and I've made a real man of you. How do you like it?" He tenderly wiped the tears from my eyes and looked at me closely. "I'll give you a moment to get used to it. I've never known a virgin take it so well. Many experienced men have struggled, and this is your first time.” He must have known how to make me feel better, and I knew I wanted to please this big muscled hairy man so much. I liked the feeling of his cock, hot and hard deep within me, and I said so, smiling at him. I leaned forward and kissed him, and forgot that a few minutes ago I was in danger of being thrown overboard. I wanted him to hold me, cuddle me, keep me warm, and above all fuck me and fuck me hard. As if reading my mind, he started to jiggle and bounce on the chair, and I loved the feeling as his cock probed my innermost secret places. "As it's your birthday, I have another treat for you,” said Skip, and told me to put my hands around his neck. This I did, enjoying the feeling of his coarse hairs brushing against my nipples and stimulating me further. Skip stood up, supporting my arse cheeks with his hands, and then jumped up and down a couple of times, forcing his cock even deeper inside. "We call this 'ramming the peg home'," he said. It goes without saying that I had never experienced such a sensation before, with the cock head thrust against my prostate, and all. I started the biggest orgasm of my life, jetting stream after stream of thick, creamy spunk flying all over his hairy chest where it stuck glistening in the light like a string of pearls. String after string shot out, while at the same time my muscles in my love tube went into spasm, gripping and releasing his thick cock. Then he, too, climaxed time and again as I milked his cock and balls, feeling his cock head swell even bigger. He shuddered as he shot loads of spunk into my guts. A wonderful feeling of warmth spread deep within me and I kissed him again. "I liked that," I said, and Skip assured me that he hadn't finished and I would be getting a whole lot more. He carried me over to the chart table, and laid me on my back, and I wrapped my legs around him. "You'll remember this birthday," he said and slowly withdrew from my arse until the cock head was pulling at my lips from the inside. As I looked down, I saw his cock was covered in thick creamy spunk, and well-lubricated. Slowly but surely he drove his mighty cock back into my ravaged love tube, right to the hilt, and then withdrew again and repeated it again and again, gradually increasing momentum. Every move I felt all the ridges and veins as they stood out from the stalk, stimulating every nerve end into ecstasy. I hammered on his back to drive him harder faster and deeper. The rhythmic slapping of his great ball bag against my arse excited me further, while the coarse hair on his belly rubbed against my own cock and balls, so that I wanted to cum again. I said so, and Skip told me to hang on, and withdrew from me altogether. The disappointment showed on my face, so he laughed, turned me round so that I had my back to him, and then drove deep within me. I nearly fell over, but First came and supported me, putting his great uncut cock in my mouth. So I sucked First's cock, teasing the foreskin back so as to get to the sensitive area under the head, and Cooky came and massaged my balls, pulling them down every time I came near to climaxing. Skip pounded my arse in long deep strokes. I was almost crying for relief as I wanted to cum so much. My balls were aching, but still Cooky wouldn't let me cum. Chief went behind First and he started fucking him, and I was being pushed in all directions as Skip really tried to shove me against the others with each stroke. I loved it. Skip announced that he was nearly there, and so Cooky increased the suction on my young cock and let me cum just as Skip climaxed again. Cooky sucked every drop from my balls, slurping and sucking as hard as he could, while my muscles tightened on Skip's wonderful great love stick. By tightening and relaxing I managed to drain Skip's balls. Every time he thrust there was a great grunt from Skip, and again I had the wonderful feeling of warmth deep within me as Skip unloaded wad after wad of thick spunk. Reluctantly he withdrew, leaving me feeling empty. Cooky went straight to his cock, and started licking it and sucking it clean. "Cooky's a great spunkhound," said Skip, and as soon as Cooky had licked Skip clean, he went round to my arse, spread my cheeks, and started sucking and licking the double load of spunk from my tube. I loved the hot wet lapping coupled with the rough prickles from his lips and squirmed, trying to help him go further in. "Hang on a second, Cooky, I want a go. I want some young arse too!” It was the first time I had heard First speak, and before I had chance to examine him properly, he shoved his great uncut cock right up my ravaged arse in one violent thrust. I yelped with the suddenness of it, but in fact he wasn't as big as Skip, and I was well stretched and well lubricated with Skip's cum. First ploughed my arse as if he was drilling for oil, and it wasn't long before he came, too, and then both Chief and Cooky had their way with me. By now I knew how to make it feel good, and I timed my muscles as they thrust and withdrew. I was surprised when Skip came and knelt under me, and he took my cock and balls in his mouth and rolled them around, playing with them and letting the roughness of his tongue tease the lips of my cock which were so sensitive after coming twice. I realised that I was going to cum again, and so Skip asked Cooky if he was ready, and then Skip sucked me off vigorously while Cooky shot his load up my tube. He withdrew and then licked my arse clean until he was satisfied there was no more to get out. Skip ruffled my hair. "What a way to celebrate your birthday, Puss. You've lost your cherry, and we all hope you enjoyed it." I assured them I had loved every minute, and Skip told Cooky to take me down to his cabin and put me to bed as there was a party for my birthday that evening, a real fuckfest. I went to bed, sore but happy, and sniffed the warm smell of Skip in the bed. I looked forward to my birthday fuckfest, and drifted off to sleep.