In the shower room there was a shower, a toilet and hand basin, a large cupboard and a low table, in the ceiling was a large hook. Tom got a gallon container from the cupboard along with some rubber tubing, and a jar of Vaseline, he three quarters filled the container with warm water, capped it, inserted one end of the tubing in the cap and hung it on the hook. The water filled the tube to a closed tap three inches from the free end. "Lie on your back," he told Paul "and relax, you may get cramps, and feel uncomfortable, but remember I'm here to help you, I won't hurt you." Paul lay back, trembling slightly, his cock had shrunk, leaving a snail's trail of dried precum down his hairless belly. He was glad Tom was doing this for him, he was beginning to think he was in love with the big dicked God. Tom smeared Vaseline on the tube, and around his boyhole, he gently eased a finger inside causing Paul to jump slightly, but he quickly relaxed when he felt no pain, he trusted Tom so much, wanted so much to please him. Tom opened the tap letting about a pint of warm water enter Paul's chute, all the time slowly massaging Paul's belly with his other hand. Paul began to experience strange feelings inside, strange but not unpleasant. Tom allowed another pint enter him. "Clench tight and keep this in for a few minutes" he told Paul, as he eased the tube out, "hold on as long as you can before you use the bog." He continued to gently massage Paul's distended belly, Paul felt a sharp pain in his guts and clenched his arse cheeks tightly, the pain went, then came again a couple of minutes later, he clenched hard again. "Good boy, good boy, not much longer." Soothed Tom. After a couple more minutes Tom helped him as he gingerly went and sat on the loo. He relaxed and pushed down and the water exploded out of him. Tom led him back to the table, repeating the process, this time Paul felt no pain, and got to the loo on his own. The third time went as easy, but this time Tom had him stand in the shower, bend at the waist, and force the water out. "Great that's it" exclaimed Tom, "it's clean and clear." He turned on the shower and washed the boy's proud bum and legs clean.
While this was going on Bill's uncle Don was preparing himself for the afternoon. A very successful photographer in England, he had gone to the U.S.A. 5 years ago, and through a lover had found out that there were large amounts of money to be made taking Gay porn photos. He had quickly established his name and reputation, making enough money to buy the house and some top of the range photographic equipment. Two years ago he'd caught Bill wanking over one of his gay albums and they'd had a brief fling. Remaining close friends, when Bill had told him of the Gang he'd quickly come up with the idea of them utilising the garage as a Club House, and he'd got Bill to help set up another room no-one else knew about. It was attached to the back of the Club House, ten foot by six, there was an eight foot by three foot window looking into the Club room, on the other side it looked just like a mirror. He had a mattress on the floor, various cameras and a cine camera set up. When he'd heard Bill's van pull up he'd glanced out of the bedroom window, his prick lurching to life as he saw Paul, he LOVED white boys, it was such a turn on to see his massive black meat disappear up a tight, hairless boyhole. Don's parents were both black, he was 35, 6ft, he'd begun working out in the U.S.A. and had a tight, well defined body. He shaved all his body hair and his head. His prick was an eleven inch monster, thick, with a big purple knob like a baby's fist. He had lots of foreskin, and big balls in a loose sac. He was in shorts and flip flops, as soon as Bill and Paul went in the Club House he ran down into his mini studio. He was only going to take a few stills today, he wanted to watch as much of the action as possible, and get to see what all the lads had to offer. Bill had told him they were going to break Paul in today, so he'd be imaging what HE would do to Paul when he got hold of him, because that was his target.
In the Club House Paul and Tom returned to the other room to find Bill on his back with John on top in a 69 position, Bill had all of John's 8 inches in his mouth and down his throat and was swallowing rapidly, his strong throat muscles bringing John closer and closer to orgasm. John had about half of Bill's 10 inches in his mouth, sucking hard enough to cause his cheeks to cave in, he was massaging Bill's big balls with one hand as he wanked the throbbing shaft with the other, their grunting and moaning getting louder and louder. Tom turned to Paul, noticing that the boy's cock was beginning to erect at the sight in front of them. He took hold of the boy's cock, gently massaging it to fullness, automatically Paul did the same to him, loving the silky feel and the growing hardness underneath. "Come on, you lick John's balls and crack, I'll do Bill's, you know how good it makes you feel when you come." Paul hesitated for a second, "What the hell," he thought, "I just know I'm going to like it!" He quickly joined the other three, knelt and started licking and sucking John's shaved balls, he loved the sweaty taste and male aroma, he moved his tongue up, licking up and down his crack, he paused at the pucker, licked at it, spit on it and pushed his index finger straight in. John groaned louder than ever, and erupted into Bills throat. Bill, who was being tongue fucked by Tom, couldn't hold back and begun squirting jet after jet of steamy mancream into John's mouth. Tom came round to the kneeling Paul. "Suck me" he said huskily. Paul took the big knob in his mouth, as he licked and sucked at it he began wanking the long thick shaft with both his hands. As he felt the cream race up Tom's shaft, his own cock, which was violently twitching, shot spurt after spurt of sweet boycream onto Tom's legs. When Tom erupted in his mouth, he swallowed as much as he could, then pulled off letting the rest of Tom's spunk cover his face. Don had been busy photographing, his big prick throbbing for attention, the precum trickling down the thick, ebony-black shaft, he wouldn't touch it, he wanted to save his cum for when they penetrated Paul for the first time.
They all collapsed in a heap and began kissing, licking and lapping each other clean, Paul giggling as the rest tickled and played with his lithe young body, soon they were all hard again. They led Paul over to the table, laying him on his back.
End of Part 6. Any comments/suggestions to INSILVA92@aol.com