Having filled you guys in with the story of the first night I spent with Antony, Ian, Martin and Daniel, I think it’s time to let you know how things progressed with my relationship with my ex-music teacher and his mates.
I was at college in London for three more years, and during that time I saw a lot more of these guys. It was a sort of conflicted time, in that I knew they were all older than me, and remember, we were in the 1980s in the UK, Thatcher was ‘on the throne’ and her morality pervaded everything. The age of consent for gay sex was still 21, and I came of age only in 1986, so all of the experiences I had with these guys were technically illegal. That contributed to a sense of guilt about the sex, but also of course added to the rebellious, horny and crazy energy we shared.
There were times over the next years when Antony pretty much forced himself on me, and the sex was barely consensual, but he always managed to get me to a horny place, and, as a really inexperienced 19-20 year old, I was easily turned on as he would open my pants and take out my dick and then get me to do the same to him. He also started to pleasure me more by sucking my cock, so I learned better how to fill a guy’s hungry mouth with my youthful semen.
As a student I lived in halls of residence in Battersea and would pretty much have my evenings to myself. I was pretty committed to my studies, and often worked late, but I needed a social outlet and when Antony reminded me how much I liked being in the school choir, and that he had formed a choir in London, it seemed natural to join the other amateur singers on a Tuesday night. I liked singing and had a good voice, so the rehearsals were always fun to take part in. The other singers were nice, middle class West London folks, and they liked me as I brought a bit of younger blood into the group.
I was about the only chorister under the age of 50 there. One Tuesday, however, a young guy, who I had never seen before turned up. He was, I thought, around my own age, and had tousled curly hair, a nice lanky frame, a lovely rounded arse and I couldn’t take my eyes off his full lips…. He was a cheerful guy. He was a bass so sang a bit lower than I, and sounded good.
We had a break in the rehearsal, when we’d have tea and biscuits, and Antony introduced me.
‘Meet Carl’ he said to me pulling me over to the young man.
‘Hello – I’m Chuck – nice to meet you.’
‘Likewise’ he smiled. He seemed a bit cheeky, but also a tiny bit aloof and seemed keen to be chatting more with Antony, who he evidently admired and seemed to suck up to a bit. I wasn’t jealous, was I?
At the end of the rehearsal, we all started to disperse. Antony always drove me to the tube station, which was a mile away, and would drop me off there. Sometimes we’d stop off…
And that night was no different. Antony took a turning off the main road into a side street, quiet and residential. He headed down to the very end, where we avoided the streetlights. He stopped the car.
‘So what did you think of Carl?’ he asked.
‘Seems nice – he a pupil of yours too?’ I asked.
‘No, he’s a trainee employee at the company. He’s keen on me, I think.’
‘He seemed to like you.’
‘You, jealous?’ Antony smirked.
‘No…. he’s nice…’
‘His cock is bigger than yours is, Chuck’ Antony smiled. He’d evidently seen it.
‘But I like sucking this’ he continued. His hands were on my zipper and soon I was there in the front seat of his car with my hard cock jutting out and Antony massaging it fiercely. Then he went down on me. This was often the way things went on a Tuesday night. And he sucked well. I was soon bucking and crying out as I shot a week’s load of a 20-years-old’s spunk into his greedy mouth.
‘Your turn’ he said after swallowing my cum.
And then he had his big thick man dick out and was pulling my head down roughly onto him. He took longer to cum, and he rammed my mouth vigorously as he brought himself to the climax.
He drove me to the station. Just before I got out, he grabbed my arse and said to me, ‘Carl is coming over for lunch on Sunday – come on over too. You’ll like what you see.’
‘Sure! I think it’ll be nice to get to know him better.’
‘That’s what you’ll be doing. Now fuck off back home and call me on Sunday,’ he said.
He slammed the door and drove off. On my way back to Battersea I contemplated those hot lips Carl had smiled at me with and that dense dark curly hair. I wondered what his arse looked like, and his apparently big cock. As I sat on the underground train my own erection returned so I had to put my rucksack over it. It had barely subsided by the time I got home….
Sunday came along. I called Antony early and he told me to bring a bottle of wine and some crisps and to get my arse over there for 1pm.
The train journey seemed endless as I was really anticipating the afternoon. I was a tad nervous about seeing Carl again, as the meeting was so loaded with intent. But Ian showed me in to the same flat I had been fucked in for the first time in my life, and it seemed now to be a familiar place. There had been a few parties there often joined by Daniel and Martin, and they had followed similar patterns to the first, often ending in big amounts of drink and weed.
Carl was there already, glass of wine in hand. He looked great. He had grey slacks on, showing off his bubble-butt nicely, and a white t-shirt. I could see he had big nipples, which showed through the fabric, and he must have been wearing boxer shorts as his dick was hanging down one leg. I think Antony was right. It was no small dick, and it curved slightly to one side under the woolen material.
‘Hello Chuck. That’s a weird one… is it your real name?’ Carl asked me.
‘Yes – I think my Dad liked the Americans,’ I answered.
Carl seemed more approachable and friendly. Antony came in and gave me a big hug, which he let turn into more: his tongue went into my ear and as I turned my face, I looked at Carl. He smiled and kind of looked down, as if slightly embarrassed. He took a sip of his drink and moved away.
Antony didn’t stop. He pushed his hand down into my jeans, grabbing at my cock and pulling the head up over the top of the waist band. I was feeling giddy and amazingly horny. I looked around to the other side and watched Carl. Then I took Antony’s crotch in my hands and started to massage his dick. It was already really hard, harder than I remember it on Tuesday night when he’d last filled my mouth with his semen.
Carl was half-watching, sipping his wine and catching the odd glimpse of the unfolding sexual narrative before him.
Antony pulled down my jeans and knelt down in front of me. He took my raging cock in his mouth and started to give me a beautiful blowjob. This seemed to do it for Carl. He put down his glass and came over to me. Those lips approached mine.
‘I want to kiss your lips badly,’ I told him.
‘Kiss them well, then, and enjoy it,’ he said.
We kissed. Something of a spark kindled there that moment. His tongue entered my mouth and searched for my own. My hands moved from Antony’s head to Carl’s beautiful firm arse and pulled him towards me, slightly pushing Antony to one side as I did so. This seemed to slightly galvanise the older man: he got up and pulled his own shirt and jeans off and stood, fully hard under his domed and dampening y-fronts, watching his two young friends making love….
‘You need to see this arse, Chuck,’ he said, and moving right in behind Carl he undid the lad’s slacks and slipped them to the ground. All the while, Carl was kissing me passionately and I was getting more and more turned on.
Carl moved his hand down to my saliva-covered penis and started to massage it. Then he started suddenly to groan. Antony, having pulled down Carl’s pants, was massaging the big dick I had admired earlier in the lad’s blue boxers. I looked down. The shaft was amazingly thick, and the curve was pushing the leg opening of his boxers wide open, as Antony pushed his finger into the heavy tight foreskin. Next, Antony yanked down the boxers and that beautiful dick sprung up erect and proud. I couldn’t resist. I was down on my knees and swallowing the gleaming tight red knob as fast as I could. Carl was trying to pull me up as he wanted to continue the kissing.
‘Chuck, I wanna kiss you deeper…,’ he whined.
But I ignored him. I was in heaven. This was the first time I was sucking the dick of a lad my own age. His clean, smooth belly above me bumped my head as I pulled him in to me taking his shaft deeper and deeper. He tasted of simple soap, and the dense tight bush of his pubes was tickling my upper lip as I pushed far in.
Then Carl started to moan even louder. And I saw why: Antony was face-deep in the lad’s arse. He had roughly spread those firm young cheeks as wide as he could, and then went far in with his tongue. It must have been really entering Carl’s anus and stimulating him as the guy’s crotch started to buck uncontrollably. Yes, I wanted this lad’s semen and I wasn’t prepared to stop until I had it. I didn’t have to wait that long.
‘Chuuuuuuuuuck…. fuck, here I cum….,’ he exclaimed.
And then my mouth filled. And filled. I gagged, and it was clear I wasn’t going to be able to keep all of his seed in my mouth. Though he was deep in my throat, his cum dribbled over my chin and lips as Carl continued an orgasm I hadn’t experienced in my mouth before. The guys I had sucked off with Antony, the gruff and rough ex-teacher, his gentler mate, Ian and the black guys Daniel and Martin, had been quite different. Their loads were always less thick, and certainly less copious. This was like I was swallowing one of my own youthful orgasms, the kind I’d jerk out of my balls on a Sunday morning, as I had even that day….
Carl’s orgasm seemed to motivate Antony again, bringing out a side which I was to see much more of. He seemed somehow a bit pissed off that the first load of Carl’s spunk had found its way into his ex-pupil’s gagging mouth, and so soon. He crawled around Carl, who by now was on his knees, exhausted and spent, and grabbed me firmly by my waist. I knew what was happening. I heard Antony spit on his hand and then he forced my arse apart, a familiar feeling: He spat into my crack.
‘I wanted Carl’s first load…. You don’t have much respect for your host today, young man…,’ he grunted in my ear, his breath hot.
And with that he started. He forced his thickness, his hot sticky pole, deep into me. It was a one-thrust fuck. No easing, little by the way of lube. Of course, I cried out loud…
‘Jesus, Antony, that fucking HURTS!!!!’
I was wrestling with him, but he was a bigger, stronger guy than the weedy student he had pinned under his weight. Carl rolled back on his haunches and watched, a bit taken aback, his now half-flaccid dick dripping the last of his cum onto the floor.
Then two things happened. First, Carl got up. He had come back to reality to some degree, and he saw that I was being taken pretty much by force, without my obvious consent. I was used to it, I guess, but Carl was shocked: he came up behind Antony and started to try to pull him off me. Carl was a lithe and muscular lad, but again Antony’s weight and height counted for too much and it was pretty impossible to get him off my back.
‘Come on, Antony, let him be – I’ll give you another big load soon, you know I don’t take long to restart…’
‘I need to teach this little slut a lesson…’ and with that, Antony rammed deeper in. I shouted out.
And then the second thing happened: The main door opened and there was Ian, a big paper bag of shopping in his arms. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked in amazement at what was happening on the living room floor. He half-dropped the bag.
‘What the fuck…?’ he exclaimed.
Ian was always the gentler of the couple. Now I barely recognised him. He had lost weight, he had a neat beard, salt and pepper, and short cropped hair now. He was wearing shorts and a pullover, and his muscular legs looked like they’d seen a gym of late. I was amazingly turned on immediately, despite the aggressive shafting I was getting.
Antony stood up abruptly, his mast popping out of my hole unceremoniously, and he turned to his partner.
‘Well you knew these two were coming round, didn’t you?’ he said to Ian.
‘Bloody hell, Antony. Fuck….’ Ian couldn’t think of anything to say. He took the bag and marched into the kitchen and started muttering under his breath. He was angry.
Antony pulled on his jeans and followed his partner. I could see there was some sort of domestic about to break loose. I crawled back to the sofa and pulled my briefs back on. Carl, slightly astonished at what had just happened, eventually collected himself and came and sat next to me.
‘Are you OK?’
‘Errr…. no, well, yes… I guess….’ I stammered.
‘That was a bit ugly,’ Carl eventually whispered.
‘It’s pretty much the way it is, he likes my arse,’ I said.
‘But that wasn’t good. He wasn’t asking you if you wanted it. He was taking you by force, Chuck.’ Carl was serious.
I knew he was right. It was getting to be normal now. I was basically identifying sex with this kind of thing in my young mind. But I also knew that it wasn’t necessarily always like that. With Ian, with Daniel, Martin, and now with this beautiful guy my own age I knew there was something else to find.
We sat quietly. Meanwhile raised voices next door indicated that there was a major dispute under way: Ian had had enough of seeing Antony treat me like this. Antony was trying to convince Ian that I was totally up for it and that I liked our rough aggressive sex. As the reasoning went on, I realised that on one level, yes, I did like it. I liked the surprise of being jumped on unexpectedly, and almost always was amazingly turned on by the shock of being taken like that. I remembered the recent occasion after choir practice, when we had been alone in the hall, and I had been helping put chairs away, when Antony had suddenly switched off the lights and pulled off my shorts and pushed me down on the piano stool and fucked me without even speaking to me at all. It had been fast, he had cum in a few moments, and then he sucked me dry. The whole thing had taken about four minutes….
‘Well, I’m going to see if he’s OK,’ shouted Ian in the kitchen. His voice pulled me out of my reverie.
Ian came into the room and came right over to me. He took me in his arms and pulled me up from the sofa. His embrace felt warm and good.
‘I’m sorry. Antony is out of control…. He is so not going to get away with this.’
I slowly put both arms around Ian. I intensified my grip of his shoulders, feeling the muscles around his back and neck. We stood like this for a while. Carl appeared to make a decision, headed off to the kitchen and I heard him talking to Antony, who seemed, suddenly, to be concerned about me. Conversation continued, becoming more reasonable, coercive, and then things went silent in the kitchen….
I was held firm in Ian’s arms, and he stroked my hair. I was still a bit aroused by the wild sexual frenzy I’d been part of and having this man so close was starting to revive my young erection. I was aware that it was right in Ian’s own crotch, and that he must have been going commando under the shorts he had on, as his own penis was stiffening in response.
He leant into my face and kissed me. He was gentle in every way his partner wasn’t. And he sat me down next to him on the sofa.
I couldn’t wait…. I started to push my hands up the leg of his shorts to feel the beautiful, stocky dick I knew was there. He took my hand out and said,
‘Gentle, slow, Chuck…. Let me….’
I obeyed. And I let him. He started by pulling the shirt off me slowly, and then his mouth was on my nipples. He was sending shocks through my nervous system. Then his mouth moved to my armpits. This was something new. I had no idea how horny this would make me. His tongue smoothed over the tufts of curly hair nestling there.
‘Ian, that’s amazing….’
Then he knelt down between my knees and ever so gently eased my sticky knob out of my briefs. He took it in his mouth, the edges of his beard tickling my shaft lightly as he swallowed my full length – a nice six inches – into his mouth.
The sucking he was giving me was such a beautiful sensation after the violence of his partner’s attentions. As he came off my knob, my whole dick twitched, as I knew I was on the edge of exploding. But he calmed me, slipping down on his back so his face was actually under my balls. They were tight and relatively hairy, and his lips and tongue encircled the globes. Then he slipped one of my testicles into his mouth just squeezing enough to stimulate a reaction from me. He guzzled, then switched to the other, and then both were in his mouth. This was real heaven.
Next he slipped further under me and his tongue was traversing my perineum and approaching my anus…. And there it stayed twitching and tickling me with the stubble of his manly beard. I pushed down over the edge of the sofa seat so that he could enter the hole which had just been so brutally fucked. Every move of his tongue, as he gently and so slowly entered me was balm and restorative. I was recovering and my lust was too. I pushed down harder on this handsome face and forced him into me deeply. By now, Ian had his own firmly hard penis in his hand and was beating his erection at the same rhythm as his attention to my hole, so I had the weird impression he was fucking me with his cock and his tongue at the same time.
It was enough – without me even touching my dick, it was jerking as if it was electrically charged, approaching a full orgasm. And here it came…… All over my belly and up onto my chest a big load splattered me. Images flashed through my mind – Carl’s beautiful penis in my mouth, Ian’s own shower of cum as, under me, he reached his own powerful orgasm, but, also, of course, Antony’s angry thrusts into my virgin ass all those months ago in this very room, Ian holding the poppers, that night, against my nose so I could take his lover deep inside my arse.
As we lay back, sated, we heard noises from the kitchen.
‘Fuck, Carl……’ This was Antony. He sounded muffled.
‘Yeah you have to take this….’ Carl was evidently in control.
‘Come on, Chuckie, let’s see what’s cooking,’ murmured Ian.
And we made our way to the hatch which looked into the big well-equipped kitchen. There, with his back to us, was Carl, stripped totally naked, and in front of him, buckled over the work-surface, was Antony.
‘Yeah, feel it like Chuck does when you fuck his sweet arse. And it’s this hard….’ growled Carl.
And with that he thrust hard into Antony, causing the big man to grunt loudly….
‘It’s good….’ Antony responded through gritted teeth.
It was something else to see Carl, his athletic frame apparently towering above my teacher, and grinding his hips, his ass-cheeks tensing and tightening as he fucked. He seemed powerful, dominant. Not the kind lad who had comforted me on the sofa, but a sexual athlete in full flow. He suddenly gripped Antony’s arms as it seemed that his prey was trying to free himself.
‘Not so easy, take it like the man you are….’ shouted Carl.
Ian and I watched, amazed.
‘I never saw anything like this happening to Ant’ said Ian to me
‘It’s great to watch’ I said.
‘Uggggggggggghhhhh….’
Carl was spunking into my ex-teacher’s arse. I could see him shuddering violently. He held Antony firmer than before. And then, immediately after his orgasm, he pulled out and left the room, joining us beyond the hatch.
Carl and Ian went to the sofa to sit down and share a glass of wine, which Ian poured for our spent hero.
But I watched Antony. He was stretched out over the work surface, knackered. Then, he slowly stood up, and put his hand down between his big chunky ass cheeks. He held up his hand which was covered in thick semen. Carl had loaded his ass well and truly. He turned and faced me directly. He smiled, and then put his hand in his mouth.
‘So I got Carl’s second load then, Chuckie.’
When he called me that, with that smile on his face, and with that massive dick pointing straight at me as it was doing now, I was weak. I would do anything he needed me to.
‘Lunch?’ said Ian from behind me.
‘Get in the kitchen, Ian and help me sort it out…. Leave those two lads to get to know each other,’ ordered Antony. He slipped a kitchen apron on over his naked form and washed his hands in the sink.
Dinner was a strange affair: Antony was in cheery, almost manic mood, serving a big casserole with paternal enthusiasm and energy, while Ian was pretty quiet. Carl sat next to me, and ate much less than was put in front of him. I was famished. Being a student it wasn’t that often I had a square meal in front of me. And then there was the wine. It certainly flowed. I noticed that Ian took plenty and made sure my glass was always full.
My mind drifted as I thought back to the choir sessions which were pretty much always an excuse for us to fuck afterwards. On one occasion, when Ian had been away for a few days on business somewhere, Antony had brought me home and I’d stayed over. There had been porn on the TV all night, and he’d fucked me in the living room, halfway up the stairs, and even in the garden in the dark. I’d woken up with mud stains all over my knees and my chest. Sometimes the sex was more intimate but usually it was wild, triggered by some imperceptible catalyst which would set off this amazing randy energy. And not only for Antony – I would sometimes be so horny I would take the lead and get him started, but it was pretty much always the case that he was rock hard in his jeans when he got my attention and my hands were all over his bulge.
But for now dinner proceeded in a jovial way: As Ian became a bit mellow with the wine, he started to smile at me and soon I was aware of his hands on my knee. His fingers groped up to my crotch: I was hardening up again. Antony seemed not to notice, and I was trying to avoid betraying my aroused state by controlling my breathing and eating more slowly. Ian undid my zipper, and his hand took out the moist hot knob that was eager to leave the confines of my pants.
‘For fuck’s sake, Ian. Just get on with it. The lad is so horny now’ exclaimed Antony, between mouthfuls.
Ian shot a glance at Antony, then at Carl, and pushed back his chair, putting away his napkin. Looking Antony directly in the eyes, he stripped off all his clothes. He was in rather good shape now – his chest had seen some work, and his biceps too – mainly looked like he’d been doing work on his top body. And as he lifted his arms high to rid himself of his shirt, he showed his two beautiful armpits, dense curls of man fur in each one. I was developing a bit of a thing for a man’s pits…
‘Come on Chuck, let’s show what you like to be doing…’ Ian said, and with that he got down under the table and took my full erection in his mouth, sucking deeply and meanwhile fondling my balls which drove me crazy.
‘Let’s experiment…’ said Carl to Antony.
He went into the kitchen and came back with a cucumber which had not yet found its way into the salad.
‘Let’s give Chuck a bit of a play with this…’ Carl said, and he pulled me out from my chair. Ian slipped his mouth off my cock and sat back for a bit of air. Antony got me down on all fours, and I felt a warm slippery sensation in my arse. I looked around to see that Antony was dribbling olive oil into my anus from the decanter. It smelt weird but somehow hornier than lube did.
‘Slip this into the lad’ said Antony, handing the oily cucumber to Carl.
And I felt the tip of this big solid vegetable entering my anus. Carl had a great rhythm. He slipped the huge length – it must have been a good foot long – gradually into me.
‘He’s taking it all….’ Carl was amazed.
‘I’m not surprised, he’s a hungry little fuck slave’ said Antony. ‘So, let’s try other stuff.’
Antony headed into the kitchen and returned with a squash and an aubergine – egg-plant to you Yanks. And the cucumber was pulled slowly out of me.
‘Come on Ian – try this on our little slut’ said Antony, passing his partner the aubergine.
‘Oh, come on, Antony – he’s not going to take that…’ protested Ian.
‘He will – use your poppers on his nose’
And the familiar little brown bottle, the Jungle Juice, was held out for me. I grabbed the bottle. Something really wild was in my mind, a desire to see how far I could stretch my tight young hole, and Ian pushed at it with the big curved fleshy end of the fruit… It was massive at my hole, closing it over, sealing my anus with its width and diameter. Then, more olive oil was added to this crazy experiment and I began to get the sense of the diameter finding reception in my ring. I breathed very deeply, and as Ian slightly eased the pressure up, I felt an indescribable release. I seemed to open wider than I’d ever been down there. Yes, I needed another big sniff of the Jungle Juice, but then I felt it entering me.
‘Careful, Chuckie’ said Ian in my ear…. ‘It’s nearly inside you’
‘Push in….’ I whispered
And he did, and once the big bulbous end of the fruit had entered my hole, the rest went in amazingly easily.
‘I can’t grip it’ said Ian, suddenly.
It was quite true; my arse was sort of swallowing the whole aubergine! Carl grabbed a paper napkin to catch the end of the aubergine and grip it, the oil wiped off. And then Carl took over. He started to kiss my lips again, meanwhile easing the fruit in and out of my cunt. I was ecstatic. His mouth tasted so good, and I wanted his tongue inside my mouth. He obliged…
Then Ian moved in front of me and Carl devoted himself to fucking my arse with the fruit.
Ian’s dick was the next thing in my mouth – he was big and very aroused, but, to my amazement, he had other needs.
‘Chuck, I need to piss, lad’ he whispered in my ear. He did not pull out of my mouth as I thought he would after saying this. He looked deep into my eyes and smiled, his thick shaft still between my lips.
‘Do you, do you want to take it in your mouth, lad?’
My eyes must have opened wide, and I think he took this as assent. In any case, he relaxed back on his haunches a bit and then it happened. A sensation I have since long loved, of a man’s urine filling my mouth. It was really amazing. I swallowed and gulped.
And at the same time, Carl eased the aubergine from my hole and replaced it with the beautiful big dick I’d seen him fucking Antony with. Antony by now was wanking his big man dick on the sofa, smoking the first of what would be three joints we would share later that day. I heard him shout out as he came, and shortly after that, the feeling of Carl’s seed spilling into my ass took over. Ian was still pissing, less by now, and I wasn’t letting a drop go. It was my very first piss experience and you lads know it wasn’t my last by any means.
I was at college in London for three more years, and during that time I saw a lot more of these guys. It was a sort of conflicted time, in that I knew they were all older than me, and remember, we were in the 1980s in the UK, Thatcher was ‘on the throne’ and her morality pervaded everything. The age of consent for gay sex was still 21, and I came of age only in 1986, so all of the experiences I had with these guys were technically illegal. That contributed to a sense of guilt about the sex, but also of course added to the rebellious, horny and crazy energy we shared.
There were times over the next years when Antony pretty much forced himself on me, and the sex was barely consensual, but he always managed to get me to a horny place, and, as a really inexperienced 19-20 year old, I was easily turned on as he would open my pants and take out my dick and then get me to do the same to him. He also started to pleasure me more by sucking my cock, so I learned better how to fill a guy’s hungry mouth with my youthful semen.
As a student I lived in halls of residence in Battersea and would pretty much have my evenings to myself. I was pretty committed to my studies, and often worked late, but I needed a social outlet and when Antony reminded me how much I liked being in the school choir, and that he had formed a choir in London, it seemed natural to join the other amateur singers on a Tuesday night. I liked singing and had a good voice, so the rehearsals were always fun to take part in. The other singers were nice, middle class West London folks, and they liked me as I brought a bit of younger blood into the group.
I was about the only chorister under the age of 50 there. One Tuesday, however, a young guy, who I had never seen before turned up. He was, I thought, around my own age, and had tousled curly hair, a nice lanky frame, a lovely rounded arse and I couldn’t take my eyes off his full lips…. He was a cheerful guy. He was a bass so sang a bit lower than I, and sounded good.
We had a break in the rehearsal, when we’d have tea and biscuits, and Antony introduced me.
‘Meet Carl’ he said to me pulling me over to the young man.
‘Hello – I’m Chuck – nice to meet you.’
‘Likewise’ he smiled. He seemed a bit cheeky, but also a tiny bit aloof and seemed keen to be chatting more with Antony, who he evidently admired and seemed to suck up to a bit. I wasn’t jealous, was I?
At the end of the rehearsal, we all started to disperse. Antony always drove me to the tube station, which was a mile away, and would drop me off there. Sometimes we’d stop off…
And that night was no different. Antony took a turning off the main road into a side street, quiet and residential. He headed down to the very end, where we avoided the streetlights. He stopped the car.
‘So what did you think of Carl?’ he asked.
‘Seems nice – he a pupil of yours too?’ I asked.
‘No, he’s a trainee employee at the company. He’s keen on me, I think.’
‘He seemed to like you.’
‘You, jealous?’ Antony smirked.
‘No…. he’s nice…’
‘His cock is bigger than yours is, Chuck’ Antony smiled. He’d evidently seen it.
‘But I like sucking this’ he continued. His hands were on my zipper and soon I was there in the front seat of his car with my hard cock jutting out and Antony massaging it fiercely. Then he went down on me. This was often the way things went on a Tuesday night. And he sucked well. I was soon bucking and crying out as I shot a week’s load of a 20-years-old’s spunk into his greedy mouth.
‘Your turn’ he said after swallowing my cum.
And then he had his big thick man dick out and was pulling my head down roughly onto him. He took longer to cum, and he rammed my mouth vigorously as he brought himself to the climax.
He drove me to the station. Just before I got out, he grabbed my arse and said to me, ‘Carl is coming over for lunch on Sunday – come on over too. You’ll like what you see.’
‘Sure! I think it’ll be nice to get to know him better.’
‘That’s what you’ll be doing. Now fuck off back home and call me on Sunday,’ he said.
He slammed the door and drove off. On my way back to Battersea I contemplated those hot lips Carl had smiled at me with and that dense dark curly hair. I wondered what his arse looked like, and his apparently big cock. As I sat on the underground train my own erection returned so I had to put my rucksack over it. It had barely subsided by the time I got home….
Sunday came along. I called Antony early and he told me to bring a bottle of wine and some crisps and to get my arse over there for 1pm.
The train journey seemed endless as I was really anticipating the afternoon. I was a tad nervous about seeing Carl again, as the meeting was so loaded with intent. But Ian showed me in to the same flat I had been fucked in for the first time in my life, and it seemed now to be a familiar place. There had been a few parties there often joined by Daniel and Martin, and they had followed similar patterns to the first, often ending in big amounts of drink and weed.
Carl was there already, glass of wine in hand. He looked great. He had grey slacks on, showing off his bubble-butt nicely, and a white t-shirt. I could see he had big nipples, which showed through the fabric, and he must have been wearing boxer shorts as his dick was hanging down one leg. I think Antony was right. It was no small dick, and it curved slightly to one side under the woolen material.
‘Hello Chuck. That’s a weird one… is it your real name?’ Carl asked me.
‘Yes – I think my Dad liked the Americans,’ I answered.
Carl seemed more approachable and friendly. Antony came in and gave me a big hug, which he let turn into more: his tongue went into my ear and as I turned my face, I looked at Carl. He smiled and kind of looked down, as if slightly embarrassed. He took a sip of his drink and moved away.
Antony didn’t stop. He pushed his hand down into my jeans, grabbing at my cock and pulling the head up over the top of the waist band. I was feeling giddy and amazingly horny. I looked around to the other side and watched Carl. Then I took Antony’s crotch in my hands and started to massage his dick. It was already really hard, harder than I remember it on Tuesday night when he’d last filled my mouth with his semen.
Carl was half-watching, sipping his wine and catching the odd glimpse of the unfolding sexual narrative before him.
Antony pulled down my jeans and knelt down in front of me. He took my raging cock in his mouth and started to give me a beautiful blowjob. This seemed to do it for Carl. He put down his glass and came over to me. Those lips approached mine.
‘I want to kiss your lips badly,’ I told him.
‘Kiss them well, then, and enjoy it,’ he said.
We kissed. Something of a spark kindled there that moment. His tongue entered my mouth and searched for my own. My hands moved from Antony’s head to Carl’s beautiful firm arse and pulled him towards me, slightly pushing Antony to one side as I did so. This seemed to slightly galvanise the older man: he got up and pulled his own shirt and jeans off and stood, fully hard under his domed and dampening y-fronts, watching his two young friends making love….
‘You need to see this arse, Chuck,’ he said, and moving right in behind Carl he undid the lad’s slacks and slipped them to the ground. All the while, Carl was kissing me passionately and I was getting more and more turned on.
Carl moved his hand down to my saliva-covered penis and started to massage it. Then he started suddenly to groan. Antony, having pulled down Carl’s pants, was massaging the big dick I had admired earlier in the lad’s blue boxers. I looked down. The shaft was amazingly thick, and the curve was pushing the leg opening of his boxers wide open, as Antony pushed his finger into the heavy tight foreskin. Next, Antony yanked down the boxers and that beautiful dick sprung up erect and proud. I couldn’t resist. I was down on my knees and swallowing the gleaming tight red knob as fast as I could. Carl was trying to pull me up as he wanted to continue the kissing.
‘Chuck, I wanna kiss you deeper…,’ he whined.
But I ignored him. I was in heaven. This was the first time I was sucking the dick of a lad my own age. His clean, smooth belly above me bumped my head as I pulled him in to me taking his shaft deeper and deeper. He tasted of simple soap, and the dense tight bush of his pubes was tickling my upper lip as I pushed far in.
Then Carl started to moan even louder. And I saw why: Antony was face-deep in the lad’s arse. He had roughly spread those firm young cheeks as wide as he could, and then went far in with his tongue. It must have been really entering Carl’s anus and stimulating him as the guy’s crotch started to buck uncontrollably. Yes, I wanted this lad’s semen and I wasn’t prepared to stop until I had it. I didn’t have to wait that long.
‘Chuuuuuuuuuck…. fuck, here I cum….,’ he exclaimed.
And then my mouth filled. And filled. I gagged, and it was clear I wasn’t going to be able to keep all of his seed in my mouth. Though he was deep in my throat, his cum dribbled over my chin and lips as Carl continued an orgasm I hadn’t experienced in my mouth before. The guys I had sucked off with Antony, the gruff and rough ex-teacher, his gentler mate, Ian and the black guys Daniel and Martin, had been quite different. Their loads were always less thick, and certainly less copious. This was like I was swallowing one of my own youthful orgasms, the kind I’d jerk out of my balls on a Sunday morning, as I had even that day….
Carl’s orgasm seemed to motivate Antony again, bringing out a side which I was to see much more of. He seemed somehow a bit pissed off that the first load of Carl’s spunk had found its way into his ex-pupil’s gagging mouth, and so soon. He crawled around Carl, who by now was on his knees, exhausted and spent, and grabbed me firmly by my waist. I knew what was happening. I heard Antony spit on his hand and then he forced my arse apart, a familiar feeling: He spat into my crack.
‘I wanted Carl’s first load…. You don’t have much respect for your host today, young man…,’ he grunted in my ear, his breath hot.
And with that he started. He forced his thickness, his hot sticky pole, deep into me. It was a one-thrust fuck. No easing, little by the way of lube. Of course, I cried out loud…
‘Jesus, Antony, that fucking HURTS!!!!’
I was wrestling with him, but he was a bigger, stronger guy than the weedy student he had pinned under his weight. Carl rolled back on his haunches and watched, a bit taken aback, his now half-flaccid dick dripping the last of his cum onto the floor.
Then two things happened. First, Carl got up. He had come back to reality to some degree, and he saw that I was being taken pretty much by force, without my obvious consent. I was used to it, I guess, but Carl was shocked: he came up behind Antony and started to try to pull him off me. Carl was a lithe and muscular lad, but again Antony’s weight and height counted for too much and it was pretty impossible to get him off my back.
‘Come on, Antony, let him be – I’ll give you another big load soon, you know I don’t take long to restart…’
‘I need to teach this little slut a lesson…’ and with that, Antony rammed deeper in. I shouted out.
And then the second thing happened: The main door opened and there was Ian, a big paper bag of shopping in his arms. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked in amazement at what was happening on the living room floor. He half-dropped the bag.
‘What the fuck…?’ he exclaimed.
Ian was always the gentler of the couple. Now I barely recognised him. He had lost weight, he had a neat beard, salt and pepper, and short cropped hair now. He was wearing shorts and a pullover, and his muscular legs looked like they’d seen a gym of late. I was amazingly turned on immediately, despite the aggressive shafting I was getting.
Antony stood up abruptly, his mast popping out of my hole unceremoniously, and he turned to his partner.
‘Well you knew these two were coming round, didn’t you?’ he said to Ian.
‘Bloody hell, Antony. Fuck….’ Ian couldn’t think of anything to say. He took the bag and marched into the kitchen and started muttering under his breath. He was angry.
Antony pulled on his jeans and followed his partner. I could see there was some sort of domestic about to break loose. I crawled back to the sofa and pulled my briefs back on. Carl, slightly astonished at what had just happened, eventually collected himself and came and sat next to me.
‘Are you OK?’
‘Errr…. no, well, yes… I guess….’ I stammered.
‘That was a bit ugly,’ Carl eventually whispered.
‘It’s pretty much the way it is, he likes my arse,’ I said.
‘But that wasn’t good. He wasn’t asking you if you wanted it. He was taking you by force, Chuck.’ Carl was serious.
I knew he was right. It was getting to be normal now. I was basically identifying sex with this kind of thing in my young mind. But I also knew that it wasn’t necessarily always like that. With Ian, with Daniel, Martin, and now with this beautiful guy my own age I knew there was something else to find.
We sat quietly. Meanwhile raised voices next door indicated that there was a major dispute under way: Ian had had enough of seeing Antony treat me like this. Antony was trying to convince Ian that I was totally up for it and that I liked our rough aggressive sex. As the reasoning went on, I realised that on one level, yes, I did like it. I liked the surprise of being jumped on unexpectedly, and almost always was amazingly turned on by the shock of being taken like that. I remembered the recent occasion after choir practice, when we had been alone in the hall, and I had been helping put chairs away, when Antony had suddenly switched off the lights and pulled off my shorts and pushed me down on the piano stool and fucked me without even speaking to me at all. It had been fast, he had cum in a few moments, and then he sucked me dry. The whole thing had taken about four minutes….
‘Well, I’m going to see if he’s OK,’ shouted Ian in the kitchen. His voice pulled me out of my reverie.
Ian came into the room and came right over to me. He took me in his arms and pulled me up from the sofa. His embrace felt warm and good.
‘I’m sorry. Antony is out of control…. He is so not going to get away with this.’
I slowly put both arms around Ian. I intensified my grip of his shoulders, feeling the muscles around his back and neck. We stood like this for a while. Carl appeared to make a decision, headed off to the kitchen and I heard him talking to Antony, who seemed, suddenly, to be concerned about me. Conversation continued, becoming more reasonable, coercive, and then things went silent in the kitchen….
I was held firm in Ian’s arms, and he stroked my hair. I was still a bit aroused by the wild sexual frenzy I’d been part of and having this man so close was starting to revive my young erection. I was aware that it was right in Ian’s own crotch, and that he must have been going commando under the shorts he had on, as his own penis was stiffening in response.
He leant into my face and kissed me. He was gentle in every way his partner wasn’t. And he sat me down next to him on the sofa.
I couldn’t wait…. I started to push my hands up the leg of his shorts to feel the beautiful, stocky dick I knew was there. He took my hand out and said,
‘Gentle, slow, Chuck…. Let me….’
I obeyed. And I let him. He started by pulling the shirt off me slowly, and then his mouth was on my nipples. He was sending shocks through my nervous system. Then his mouth moved to my armpits. This was something new. I had no idea how horny this would make me. His tongue smoothed over the tufts of curly hair nestling there.
‘Ian, that’s amazing….’
Then he knelt down between my knees and ever so gently eased my sticky knob out of my briefs. He took it in his mouth, the edges of his beard tickling my shaft lightly as he swallowed my full length – a nice six inches – into his mouth.
The sucking he was giving me was such a beautiful sensation after the violence of his partner’s attentions. As he came off my knob, my whole dick twitched, as I knew I was on the edge of exploding. But he calmed me, slipping down on his back so his face was actually under my balls. They were tight and relatively hairy, and his lips and tongue encircled the globes. Then he slipped one of my testicles into his mouth just squeezing enough to stimulate a reaction from me. He guzzled, then switched to the other, and then both were in his mouth. This was real heaven.
Next he slipped further under me and his tongue was traversing my perineum and approaching my anus…. And there it stayed twitching and tickling me with the stubble of his manly beard. I pushed down over the edge of the sofa seat so that he could enter the hole which had just been so brutally fucked. Every move of his tongue, as he gently and so slowly entered me was balm and restorative. I was recovering and my lust was too. I pushed down harder on this handsome face and forced him into me deeply. By now, Ian had his own firmly hard penis in his hand and was beating his erection at the same rhythm as his attention to my hole, so I had the weird impression he was fucking me with his cock and his tongue at the same time.
It was enough – without me even touching my dick, it was jerking as if it was electrically charged, approaching a full orgasm. And here it came…… All over my belly and up onto my chest a big load splattered me. Images flashed through my mind – Carl’s beautiful penis in my mouth, Ian’s own shower of cum as, under me, he reached his own powerful orgasm, but, also, of course, Antony’s angry thrusts into my virgin ass all those months ago in this very room, Ian holding the poppers, that night, against my nose so I could take his lover deep inside my arse.
As we lay back, sated, we heard noises from the kitchen.
‘Fuck, Carl……’ This was Antony. He sounded muffled.
‘Yeah you have to take this….’ Carl was evidently in control.
‘Come on, Chuckie, let’s see what’s cooking,’ murmured Ian.
And we made our way to the hatch which looked into the big well-equipped kitchen. There, with his back to us, was Carl, stripped totally naked, and in front of him, buckled over the work-surface, was Antony.
‘Yeah, feel it like Chuck does when you fuck his sweet arse. And it’s this hard….’ growled Carl.
And with that he thrust hard into Antony, causing the big man to grunt loudly….
‘It’s good….’ Antony responded through gritted teeth.
It was something else to see Carl, his athletic frame apparently towering above my teacher, and grinding his hips, his ass-cheeks tensing and tightening as he fucked. He seemed powerful, dominant. Not the kind lad who had comforted me on the sofa, but a sexual athlete in full flow. He suddenly gripped Antony’s arms as it seemed that his prey was trying to free himself.
‘Not so easy, take it like the man you are….’ shouted Carl.
Ian and I watched, amazed.
‘I never saw anything like this happening to Ant’ said Ian to me
‘It’s great to watch’ I said.
‘Uggggggggggghhhhh….’
Carl was spunking into my ex-teacher’s arse. I could see him shuddering violently. He held Antony firmer than before. And then, immediately after his orgasm, he pulled out and left the room, joining us beyond the hatch.
Carl and Ian went to the sofa to sit down and share a glass of wine, which Ian poured for our spent hero.
But I watched Antony. He was stretched out over the work surface, knackered. Then, he slowly stood up, and put his hand down between his big chunky ass cheeks. He held up his hand which was covered in thick semen. Carl had loaded his ass well and truly. He turned and faced me directly. He smiled, and then put his hand in his mouth.
‘So I got Carl’s second load then, Chuckie.’
When he called me that, with that smile on his face, and with that massive dick pointing straight at me as it was doing now, I was weak. I would do anything he needed me to.
‘Lunch?’ said Ian from behind me.
‘Get in the kitchen, Ian and help me sort it out…. Leave those two lads to get to know each other,’ ordered Antony. He slipped a kitchen apron on over his naked form and washed his hands in the sink.
Dinner was a strange affair: Antony was in cheery, almost manic mood, serving a big casserole with paternal enthusiasm and energy, while Ian was pretty quiet. Carl sat next to me, and ate much less than was put in front of him. I was famished. Being a student it wasn’t that often I had a square meal in front of me. And then there was the wine. It certainly flowed. I noticed that Ian took plenty and made sure my glass was always full.
My mind drifted as I thought back to the choir sessions which were pretty much always an excuse for us to fuck afterwards. On one occasion, when Ian had been away for a few days on business somewhere, Antony had brought me home and I’d stayed over. There had been porn on the TV all night, and he’d fucked me in the living room, halfway up the stairs, and even in the garden in the dark. I’d woken up with mud stains all over my knees and my chest. Sometimes the sex was more intimate but usually it was wild, triggered by some imperceptible catalyst which would set off this amazing randy energy. And not only for Antony – I would sometimes be so horny I would take the lead and get him started, but it was pretty much always the case that he was rock hard in his jeans when he got my attention and my hands were all over his bulge.
But for now dinner proceeded in a jovial way: As Ian became a bit mellow with the wine, he started to smile at me and soon I was aware of his hands on my knee. His fingers groped up to my crotch: I was hardening up again. Antony seemed not to notice, and I was trying to avoid betraying my aroused state by controlling my breathing and eating more slowly. Ian undid my zipper, and his hand took out the moist hot knob that was eager to leave the confines of my pants.
‘For fuck’s sake, Ian. Just get on with it. The lad is so horny now’ exclaimed Antony, between mouthfuls.
Ian shot a glance at Antony, then at Carl, and pushed back his chair, putting away his napkin. Looking Antony directly in the eyes, he stripped off all his clothes. He was in rather good shape now – his chest had seen some work, and his biceps too – mainly looked like he’d been doing work on his top body. And as he lifted his arms high to rid himself of his shirt, he showed his two beautiful armpits, dense curls of man fur in each one. I was developing a bit of a thing for a man’s pits…
‘Come on Chuck, let’s show what you like to be doing…’ Ian said, and with that he got down under the table and took my full erection in his mouth, sucking deeply and meanwhile fondling my balls which drove me crazy.
‘Let’s experiment…’ said Carl to Antony.
He went into the kitchen and came back with a cucumber which had not yet found its way into the salad.
‘Let’s give Chuck a bit of a play with this…’ Carl said, and he pulled me out from my chair. Ian slipped his mouth off my cock and sat back for a bit of air. Antony got me down on all fours, and I felt a warm slippery sensation in my arse. I looked around to see that Antony was dribbling olive oil into my anus from the decanter. It smelt weird but somehow hornier than lube did.
‘Slip this into the lad’ said Antony, handing the oily cucumber to Carl.
And I felt the tip of this big solid vegetable entering my anus. Carl had a great rhythm. He slipped the huge length – it must have been a good foot long – gradually into me.
‘He’s taking it all….’ Carl was amazed.
‘I’m not surprised, he’s a hungry little fuck slave’ said Antony. ‘So, let’s try other stuff.’
Antony headed into the kitchen and returned with a squash and an aubergine – egg-plant to you Yanks. And the cucumber was pulled slowly out of me.
‘Come on Ian – try this on our little slut’ said Antony, passing his partner the aubergine.
‘Oh, come on, Antony – he’s not going to take that…’ protested Ian.
‘He will – use your poppers on his nose’
And the familiar little brown bottle, the Jungle Juice, was held out for me. I grabbed the bottle. Something really wild was in my mind, a desire to see how far I could stretch my tight young hole, and Ian pushed at it with the big curved fleshy end of the fruit… It was massive at my hole, closing it over, sealing my anus with its width and diameter. Then, more olive oil was added to this crazy experiment and I began to get the sense of the diameter finding reception in my ring. I breathed very deeply, and as Ian slightly eased the pressure up, I felt an indescribable release. I seemed to open wider than I’d ever been down there. Yes, I needed another big sniff of the Jungle Juice, but then I felt it entering me.
‘Careful, Chuckie’ said Ian in my ear…. ‘It’s nearly inside you’
‘Push in….’ I whispered
And he did, and once the big bulbous end of the fruit had entered my hole, the rest went in amazingly easily.
‘I can’t grip it’ said Ian, suddenly.
It was quite true; my arse was sort of swallowing the whole aubergine! Carl grabbed a paper napkin to catch the end of the aubergine and grip it, the oil wiped off. And then Carl took over. He started to kiss my lips again, meanwhile easing the fruit in and out of my cunt. I was ecstatic. His mouth tasted so good, and I wanted his tongue inside my mouth. He obliged…
Then Ian moved in front of me and Carl devoted himself to fucking my arse with the fruit.
Ian’s dick was the next thing in my mouth – he was big and very aroused, but, to my amazement, he had other needs.
‘Chuck, I need to piss, lad’ he whispered in my ear. He did not pull out of my mouth as I thought he would after saying this. He looked deep into my eyes and smiled, his thick shaft still between my lips.
‘Do you, do you want to take it in your mouth, lad?’
My eyes must have opened wide, and I think he took this as assent. In any case, he relaxed back on his haunches a bit and then it happened. A sensation I have since long loved, of a man’s urine filling my mouth. It was really amazing. I swallowed and gulped.
And at the same time, Carl eased the aubergine from my hole and replaced it with the beautiful big dick I’d seen him fucking Antony with. Antony by now was wanking his big man dick on the sofa, smoking the first of what would be three joints we would share later that day. I heard him shout out as he came, and shortly after that, the feeling of Carl’s seed spilling into my ass took over. Ian was still pissing, less by now, and I wasn’t letting a drop go. It was my very first piss experience and you lads know it wasn’t my last by any means.
