The following story is a Homosexual fantasy. If it is illegal for you to read such material please leave now.
Don lay back on the bed after stuffing a couple of pillows under his firm black butt as Bill held Paul upright. Paul's eyes were still glazed and half shut, he was swaying, almost mesmerised, leaning into Bill. "You going to come and sit on my big black prick Boy?" Don asked, holding it up straight. "I so want to Don," Paul moaned, "but it's so big, it'll hurt me too much even if I get it in." "Just straddle me, once it's in gravity will do the rest. You know it will be painful, but once my knob's in think how good it will feel." Bill helped Paul to straddle Don's body face to face, he positioned the Boy's twitching hole directly above Don's knob. Don reached up and caught him by the hips steadying him. Bill got some grease and liberally coated the thick black cock, then he gently eased a couple of dollops up the Boy's hole causing him to moan loudly. He grabbed his camera and continued shooting as Don bought Paul's body down until the tip of his massive purple knob was just touching the tortured red flesh. "Ready to lower yourself Paul?" he murmured. "I think so." Came the breathless reply. "Aaaaaagggghhhhh. Noooo!" he screamed as he tried to sit on the knob, pain searing through his young body. "I just can't take it" and he began to sob as he lifted his body up. "It's all right," soothed Don, getting more and more desperate for the Boy's beautiful white arse, "you pushed too hard, try again, go as slow as you like. Think about how it will feel when you're finally sat on it. Catch your breath and try again." Breathing deeply Paul valiantly lowered himself again, stopping as soon as he felt the giant knob begin to part his battered lips. Bill was dashing backwards and forwards, wanting to capture the prick going in and the expressions on Paul's face. His face was screwed up in pain, his eyes tightly shut, the odd tear trickling down his hairless cheeks, sweat standing out all over his youthful body, but he had gained control and was breathing slowly and deeply. His boycock had shrunk to nothing. "That's it, that's it" encouraged Don "breath deeply and take your time, gently, gently." Paul pushed down and more of the knob disappeared up his boyhole, he was now at the widest part, he knew he wanted this monster inside him so bad that that was almost a pain. Remembering everything he'd been told he forced himself to relax, thought of Tom inside him, how good that had felt, and pushed again. "AAAAAAYYYYYY." He screamed as the whole knob lodged inside his ravaged chute, he felt as if he'd been split in two, the pain was incredible. Bill dropped his camera and held him around the waist rubbing his belly. "Good Boy, good boy." he whispered soothingly in his ear. Don reached up and held his hips. "Stay there, don't move anymore until you're really used to it." He knew that if Paul moved now he'd loose control and cum, the Boy and his arse were so sexy. Paul had never felt pain like it, but at least it had been quick, as he knelt there supported by the two men it eased off, still painful but bearable. After 5 minutes Paul felt ready to finish the task, he'd got this far, he wanted so much to get it all inside. "O.K. guys," he said huskily "I want to carry on." You're sure?" they asked in unison. "Yeh, I sure." He replied, his voice thick with lust. They released him, Bill picking up the camera, Don lying back. Paul tensed, breathed deeply, then relaxed and slid down the thick greasy pole until he was sat in Don's lap, the only sound he uttered was a sustained grunt. The two men couldn't believe their eyes, Paul's small white frame fully impaled on the monster black cock! Paul sat as if mesmerised, eyes still tightly shut, face screwed up, fists clenched, his whole body drenched in sweat. It felt incredible, sensation after sensation swept over his trembling body, pleasure and pain indistinguishable! He felt Don's massive tool throbbing deep inside him like a second heartbeat. Don lay perfectly still, the only movement the throbbing of his prick and the heaving of his chest as he tried to control his heartbeat, the Boy was incredible, his boychute wrapped around his prick like an enormous hot mouth. He knew now that he'd been right to fuck the Boy today after he'd been loosened up by the others, he'd never have got his prick into him otherwise, he was incredibly tight. After a couple of minutes Paul raised himself up about an inch then gently pushed back, a few seconds rest then the same again, he was slowly fucking himself on Don's big black prick. Bill had reloaded the camera with the last roll of film, he'd used 6, the pictures would earn a fortune, and was snapping away. Paul was now slowly rising 2 inches, then 3, his eyes still shut and a continual low deep sigh coming from his gaping mouth. His asslips formed a curtain around the shaft as he rose, disappearing back into his hole as he sunk back down. His sphincter began to clench and unclench around the shaft, he reached 4 inches and speeded up a little. "Huh ... Huh ... Huh" he grunted on every push down. It proved too much for Don. "This is it. I'm cumming, I'm cumming" he called out, grabbing Paul's waist, forcing him all the way down as he shot blast after blast of hot man cum deep inside the Boy's hot, young body. Paul threw his head back and groaned even louder as he felt the hot spunk coat his insides. Finally Don stopped coming, but his prick remained as hard as ever. He inched forward, put his arms around Paul and stood. Paul hugged him close, he was exhausted, but strangely content to be held in this black god's arms, impaled upon his massive prick. "Get something for us to drink Bill" he said "this isn't over yet. Bill had finished the film so he went and got some coke, which they thirstily drank. Don walked slowly towards the table, every step jolting his prick up Paul's hole, his spunk was seeping from it and tracking down his balls and onto his muscled thighs. "YOU fucked yourself on my prick Boy, now I'M going to fuck you" Paul's head shot back, his eyes wide open, filled with dread.
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