We settled into rural life quite easily. Our neighbours seemed to like us. Everyone seemed chatty and pleasant. We heard no homophobia, which was one of our main worries, We face-timed friends and family back in Sussex. Luke promised us he would come and stay, but we're still waiting.
We did some performances for our online fans. They were greeted with approval, and cash. We took up a bit of role play on them, which went down very well. We re-enacted some of the situations from when we were whoring ourselves in Brighton (see previous chapters)
Sam popped by quite often to `relieve himself' after rugby. One day, we thought we could push it a little further. He arrived early Saturday evening, as usual. We greeted him wearing silk dressing gowns and matching PUMP! Jock straps. Once inside, we led him to the bedroom, We kissed and gently stripped him, teasing him a little as we did so. Once naked, I led him to the shower, while Pete prepared the bedroom. He also set the cameras rolling. In the shower I soaped him all over, paying particular attention to his oversize penis. We kissed, I turned him round, kissing the nape of his neck, with my cock sliding between his thighs. Once out I towelled him down and asked him to lay face up on the bed. I took the feet and legs, Pete the neck and shoulders, giving him a thorough massage. He closed his eyes to the world, enjoying the sensations. I spread his legs, working slowly up to his thighs, making sure I brushed his tightening scrotum with every upward stroke. Pete worked down on his pecs, running oily fingers round the nipples. Sam was sighing, away in another world. Pete reached the abs, his dick sliding up and down Sam's neck as he headed to the pubic mound, his hand, rubbing the underside of Sam's cock that was straining up past the belly button. Pete was tempted to wank him, but we didn't want to lose control. We then asked him to turn over. Pete started on his shoulders and back. I was on his feet and calves. I then knelt between his legs, massaging his buttocks with extra oil, so it became very slippery. My fingers were in his crack, seeking out his pleasure hole. I thought he may tell me to stop, but he just moaned, so I eased my index finger in, to the sound of more moaning. He pushed back slightly on my finger, so I pushed my middle finger in as well. Oooh, that's so nice he went so I started very carefully finger fucking him, finding his prostate. Pete, by now had spread a liberal amount of oil on his back and sliding his hands around. I leaned over and fell onto Sam's back, using my body to massage him, my hard cock sliding along his left thigh. He almost whispered DO IT!. I eased up higher so my dick slipped into his crack. I pointed my cock downward till it found his cherry. For fuck sake DO IT! He shouted. I slid in and he lost his virginity. I lifted myself into a push-up position and started to fuck him slowly. Pete had gone round to the side, so he could stroke my arse as it went up and down. He was wanking, knowing full well, it was all being captured on film. HARDER ! he called out, so I banged him deep till, with a shudder, I emptied inside him. I pulled out and he turned over, His cock seemed bigger than ever. Pete took it in his mouth, wanking the base of it. I'm cumming he cried. Pete took his mouth away as jet after jet shot into the air. As it was subsiding, Pete cleaned him up with his tongue. I got off the bed and knelt on the floor. Pete came round and wanked cum all over my face and body, before leaning down, licking my face clean and kissing Sam, emptying some of my juices into his mouth. Sam was still breathing heavily. Once he had calmed down he took another shower, while we slipped our robes back on and went downstairs. When Sam came down we presented him with some shiny, baggy NFL football shorts. We asked if he'd like to stay the night, but he had to pop home to do some bits on the farm, but agreed to come back in the morning.
That evening, over a glass or 2 of wine, we edited the film, selecting the best camera angles and ensuring Sam's face was well pixelated. 10.30 Sunday morning, Sam was back, wearing his new shorts. Which had a lot more ball room than his others. We sat round with coffee, chatting and easing the conversation round to the previous evening. Sam looked slightly coy to start with, but we were soon all giggling about it. He couldn't believe gay sex would be so satisfying, but insisted he still preferred fanny, though we thought he just preferred to be in control, which he certainly wasn't with us. We asked if he'd like to watch what happened, He looked very quizzical, so we put the TV on and hit play. His eyes grew bigger and bigger as the scene played out. It was as though there were 3 unknown characters on the screen. Pete and I stoked eachother through our boxers, Sam had his hand up the leg of his shorts, his cock tenting them impressively. By the time Sam was on his back on the TV, we were all wanking. Pete went over to Sam, knelt down to suck him off, whilst Sam's eyes were still glued to the screen. I was trying to watch the TV and the 2 of them at the same time, which was too much and I shot onto the laminate floor. Sam filled Pete's mouth with cum and Pete shot onto the floor like me. Wow! We said, almost in unison. We explained to Sam how our little money making video worked. He agreed we could upload it, as long as we split the cash. It very quickly became our biggest earner!