Getting a Life

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This story contains explicitly detailed sexual act between males, all of which, I can assure you, are physically possible.

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Author's Note.

This story has two main characters, Tim and Mark. Each, in turn, gets to tell his side of the story. You, the reader, may choose to read either or both parts, or press your browser's back button and read neither.

Getting a Life. Part 3 - Tim's tale

I woke once during the day and went for a pee. God my bum hurt. Actually, considering what I had done to it and what I had driven him to do to it, I'm surprised it didn't hurt more. But even as I thought over what had happened, I found myself getting aroused and had to control my thoughts if I wanted to pee.

When I got back into bed, a great bear-like paw reached out and pulled me over to him and we once more began to cuddle. Again that strange warm glow enveloped me as I snuggled up against his hairy chest.

When I next awoke it was well into the afternoon. Trying not to wake him I slowly slid down the bed until my face was at crotch level on him. There I lay and admired, close up, the weapon that had so harshly violated me.

Currently it was slightly filled, soft and pliable, but not shrunken. Ever so gently I began to run my fingers round the shaft. I was still not used to having another man's cock in my hand and his was so different from mine.

I realised that, despite my very gentle touch, Mark was becoming aroused. For the first time I watched another male get an erection. Quite slowly the organ filled out. My fingers were being opened by its girth and it was also lengthening.

For fun, I slid as much of it into my mouth as I could, just to feel it grow inside me. It was strange to feel something getting bigger while it was halfway down my throat. I kept it in for as long as I could but eventually I had to give up as I was gagging, and that's what woke him.

He pulled me up and kissed me. "Looking for a spot of breakfast in bed, were you?" he asked.

His hand slipped round to my buns and he slipped his middle finger into me making me wince.

"Ah, a bit tender back there, are you?" he asked and for some reason I blushed.

"Considering what I did to you, I suppose that your arse needs a day off." He was grinning when he said it and his finger was still inside me.

"Can I suck you off?" I asked.

"Not a problem," he said, removing the finger and laying me on my back on the bed. Then he straddled my shoulders with those gorgeous thighs of his and sat on my chest.

From this submissive position looking up I could see his cock and balls, then a view up his flat stomach and following the line of hair up to his chest. He was looking down at me with a dirty grin on his face. He was up to something.

As my arms were trapped by my sides, I couldn't use my hands to guide his rod and he watched with some amusement as I tried to get hold of it with my mouth.

One of his hands came and wrapped round the shaft of the monster. Slowly he began jacking himself off. This rubbed his nuts over my face so I began to lick them.

"Atta girl!" he said, by way of encouragement. After a few moments he inched forward and I found that the bit of his cock behind his balls was now in reach of my tongue. So, as he unhurriedly continued masturbating himself, I got to work licking him there.

The next move forward left me closer to his ring and I realised that he wanted me to rim him. Try as I might I could not quite reach his ring with my tongue. He was teasing me, making me strive to do something disgusting. Still I could not stop myself from struggling to get there.

With a grunt of satisfaction he inched forward again, at last I could sink my face deep between those magnificent buns and put my tongue to work on his ring. I remembered from the last time all the things that he liked and I worked as hard as I could to give him pleasure.

My efforts were not in vain. The slow pace of his fist was picking up! I kept up my efforts and I realised that his orgasm was fast approaching.

"You had better get your face back round here if you want this lot.", he growled, as he lifted the weight of his body off me and allowed me to scurry up the bed as fast as I could.

Unfortunately, I was not quite fast enough, because just as I looked up and saw his cock pointed at my face, with his fist thumping up and down it, he shot his first wad and caught me full in the face.

It was warm and hit with a surprising force. Moving swiftly, I got my mouth round the head of it in time to get the second wad. This, and the following ones, I happily swallowed. His hand came to rest and his cock was now reduced to dripping the last of his load.

"Now jack yourself off.", he said.

So with his cock still oozing cum into my mouth I did as I was told and jacked myself off. There must be a more humiliating way to have sex, but I couldn't think of it. The complete mortification of what he had made me do got me so hot that most of my load hit him on the back. As I shot, he managed to get some more cum out of that prick of his and he watched me to make sure that I swallowed it.

Suddenly I realised what was happening. He was doing to me what I had done so often in the past to dogs. Let me explain: when you want to teach a dog to do a trick, every time the dog does it right you reinforce it with something that gives the dog pleasure, a titbit or praise. Thus, the dog associates the good feeling with the trick it is being taught.

Now he was teaching me to do tricks like I was a dog. Every time I did the trick correctly I got to cum and received praise and, like the dog, I was eager to please my man.

"You look cute like that. Face all covered in a man's cum and a cock stuck in the middle of it. You did a good job of rimming me. It was almost worth giving up the fuck for. Now lets get cleaned up and get this evening started," he said getting off me and pulling his cock out of my mouth in the process. Had he ended with "Good Dog!" I would not have been surprised.

We had a shower together and washed each other. I'm not sure which was the most fun, washing that huge body of his or being washed like a child by him. Drying each other was almost as enjoyable.

It turned out that he didn't feel hungry,but my mother would never have let me leave the house on an empty stomach, so while I had my Muesli, he went to program the video to record Coronation Street for me.

"Shit, how many times a week is this crap on?" he asked, squinting at the TV Guide.

"Four times, Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday, seven thirty until eight," I answered.

He then started tapping the buttons on the small flip down panel on the video. Now when I try to program it the ruddy thing just sits and bleats in electronic pain every time I so much as touch a button. But with him, the machine docilely accepted his instructions and never made a sound.

"There you are." He said as he closed the panel, "Every Sunday you can rewind the tape and it will record each episode during the week. I`ve set it to long play, so a 4 hour tape should record about a month's worth.

I was dumbfounded and it must have shown on my face because he walked over gave me a hug and said, "I'm not just a big cock, you know. I do have other uses."

I could have stayed in his arms forever, but he let me go and began to get dressed. When he was done he began raking through my wardrobe to see what I should wear! Then he had the cheek to make derogatory comments about the contents and inquire if I got a discount down at Oxfam for being one of their best customers. Finally he told me to put some clothes on and we could go shopping.

We took the Tube one stop out from town and Mark led the way into one of those expensive clothes shops that specialise in designer labels. As it was Friday afternoon the shop was empty. Happen as well because he walked up behind a rather tall young man who was obviously working in the shop and grabbed his ass! The young man shrieked and jumped about a foot in the air.

"Oo-er, a virginal twitch from an old cow like you? Watcha Peter." He said as the young man composed himself.

"Peter, this is Tim. Tim, this is Peter," he said introducing us. We shook hands and said hi.

"Ok Peter here's the problem. Tim has the dress sense of a scruffy scarecrow. We're going out on the town tonight. So while I go do some shopping, I want you to find him some decent clothes, some things that show off that cute little ass. Better make it about 3 outfits that can mix and match. That should do for now. I'll be back in an hour or so. Oh, and nothing too tarty. I don't want to be seen out with something that looks like a whore." And with that he was off.

I was rooted to the spot with embarrassment, but Peter took it all in his stride and led the way to the changing rooms.

"Just strip off to your underwear and I'll take your measurements," he said in a matter of fact sort of voice. So I got undressed and he ran the tape measure all over me. For some reason, my 28 inch waist seemed to make him jealous. He then disappeared for ages, returned with masses of clothes and I began putting them on as he handed them to me.

The three walls of the changing room and the back of the door all had full length mirrors on them and as I put each article on I could view myself from every angle. I must admit that Mark was right, clothes could make a big difference in my appearance.

Peter was very fussy and seemed to reject almost everything. However, he also seemed to like the job of dressing me up. As we worked at it, he began to dig about and find out what my relationship was like with Mark.

First he asked how we met and, despite me nearly biting through my tongue, I soon found that he had wormed most of the details out of me. He found it a giggle that I had been all but raped in a public park. Then he managed to get a description of every incident that followed.

"You let him use you like a doormat," he commented.

"Yes, and what's even worse, I can't seem to stop him. I, I, I sort of like it when he does it to me," I confessed.

"Oh, don't worry dear, we all get off on that one sooner or later," he said handing me an outrageous pair of jeans to try on.

I noticed that my detailed descriptions of the degradation Mark put me through was giving Peter an erection. He was wearing a pair of jeans and his cock was slowly growing right across the front of them. He made no attempt to hide it and knew that I was watching it. There was a distinct sexual tension building and I was powerless to stop it.

Eventually I got round to discussing what had happened this morning, how Mark had made me fight to get to rim him and how he was training me like a dog. At this point, I was standing in my underwear and my own erection was tenting out the soft fabric.

Neither of us said anything then Peter calmly undid the buttons of his fly and opened his jeans. Inside I could see the bulge of his erect cock and a damp stain where the precum had got on to his rather skimpy underwear. As he pulled it out for me, I found myself going down on my knees in front of him.

His was shorter and thinner than Mark's but it was still bigger than mine. Quite gently he took hold of my head and pulled me towards him. I opened my mouth and let him slide it in. He was producing an almost continuous stream of precum and I began to lap it up, licking the head as I did so.

At first I only looked at the jet black bush of pubic hair that was before my face. Then I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye and I realised that I could see myself in the mirrors. There I was, submissively kneeling before Peter with his cock in my mouth and his hands guiding the motions of my head. Once more a wave of shame swept over me and, as usual, it made me hotter and want more.

My descriptions of the events of the last few days must have been quite stimulating for Peter as his grip on my head began to tighten. I cupped his balls in my hand and found them retracted tight against the base of his cock. Gently I fondled them and this was the trigger that made him shoot. It must have been a couple of days since he had an orgasm because I counted nine separate wads. He tasted quite different from Mark, and he left it in my mouth until I wanted to let go.

From the moment that he had unbuttoned his jeans not one word had passed between us. He now helped me to my feet and turned me round so I had my back to him and I could see myself full frontal in one of the mirrors.

His hands came round my waist. They pulled my underwear down onto my thighs allowing my erection to spring free. His right hand encased my nuts while he spat onto the palm of his left hand and began to jack me off with it. Idiotically, I noticed for the first time that he was left handed.

He did it quite slowly and after a little time it was obvious that he was not going to let me reach an orgasm. Each time it came near the movement of his hands would change and it would recede again. Eventually I began trying to buck my hips to keep the rhythm. But his right hand would grab my nuts and I soon stopped.

In the end I broke the silence and begged him to let me cum. He grinned at me in the mirror and began to work me up. Helplessly I watched my reflection as my orgasm approached. I could see the lust in my face as he jacked me off and I sprayed my seed up the mirror. After I had finished he held me tightly but the warm comforting feeling that I was used to experiencing when Mark held me never came.

We both tidied ourselves up and he produced some tissues to clean my cum off the mirror. I made some comment about how different it felt when Mark held me in his arms and he asked me to describe it. As I did, his face fell and he began to look quite glum.

"You do realise that you are head over heels in love with the big brute?" he asked.

I went into a state of shock. In love, without knowing and with another man? Impossible!

"Oh dear, you didn't realise, did you?" he said looking at me in an odd, but kindly, way.

"I, I, I wouldn't know, I've never been in love before," I managed to stammer.

"Ok you are in Heaven when you're in his arms?"

I nodded.

"You think about him day and night?"

Another nod.

"You would do anything to give him pleasure?"

An embarrassed nod here.

"You could not face living without him?"

A hopeless nod this time.

"Yup, the good news is, you are in love," he said.

"And the bad news?" Why did I have to ask that question?

"The bad news is, Mark is not the marrying kind, well up till now, that is," he said, trying to make the best of it.

"Up till now?"

"I have known him for a while. He gets through bedmates at a fast rate. He changes them more regularly than some guys change their underwear. But, and it is a significant "but", up till now I have never seen him throw his money about on one of them. He knows full well that the clothes I'll pick out for you will set him back a pretty penny and it doesn't seem to bother him."

We went back to silently trying on clothes while I digested this. My thoughts were churning. I had never really thought about the future much and contemplating one without Mark was frightening. I would be alone, sitting in that damned neat little apartment of mine, watching TV, and letting my life slip through my fingers.

Eventually Peter decided on 3 outfits and I must admit he does have taste. He made me wear one and packed the others. Mark arrived back in nice time and whistled when he saw me.

"If your bum wasn't sore I'd drag you into the back shop, pull those jeans down and fuck the cute little arse off you," he whispered in my ear.

For some reason, this made the warm fuzzy glow happen again.

"What shall I do with your old clothes?" Peter asked me.

"Oh dump them in the bin," said Mark, answering in my place.

"I'll put them in a bag for you," said Peter, glaring at Mark who was grinning evilly.

Peter did this then handed Mark the bill. I didn't see the amount but Mark pulled a massive roll of notes out of his pocket and counted off a surprising number of 20 pound notes. Then we set off for his home.

It turned out to be a detached house, in a street of identical houses. They were apparently built in the 30s by the Tube company who needed the commuters. Metroland I believe was what they called it.

The small garden at the front had been paved over and looked quite neat. Once we passed through the front door, all pretence of neatness ended. It looked like the house had had a set-to with a tactical nuclear weapon, and had come off second best.

"God. How can you possibly live in such a mess?" I asked, as I began to pick the rubbish off the floor.

Mark just laughed and said, "Well, at least everything here works," and grabbed the phone. He dug a book of matches out of his pocket and punched in a number from it. I then heard him book a table for 7pm. He was quite specific and even knew the table number that he wanted.

By the time he was finished, I had filled one rubbish bag and it was actually possible to see the floor, in places. Then he took me on a tour of the house. With the exception of the guest bedroom, the devastation was everywhere. It would take ages to get the place clean. I couldn't even bring myself to describe the kitchen.

Mark suggested a shower and I had to tag along too. I had never had sex in the shower before and it was quite pleasant to suck on his cock with all that water running down me. He was decidedly bigger than Peter and I found the off hand way he treated me more stimulating.

For example, just at the end he pulled out of my mouth and began jacking himself off. Holding my head well back so I could see what he was doing and only pushing it back in to cum. I was just a depository for his cum.

Then he slipped a finger into me and began to rub on my hot spot. When he had me screaming for some form of release, he soaped up his other hand and jacked me off. I didn't last long.

After we were dried off, we ended up downstairs watching the news on the TV. I was sitting on his lap being cuddled and thinking I was in Heaven.

"What did Peter do to you?" he asked.

"He made me suck his cock, then he jacked me off," I said in a very small voice.

"Did he get you to talk dirty to him first?" he asked with a grin.

I nodded.

"Then he got a stiffy and offered it to you?"

Again I nodded.

"Didn't he try to fuck you?"

I shook my head.

"Did he know your ass was sore?"

A very reluctant nod.

"So you told him everything?"

I couldn't meet his eyes.

"Oh, don't worry. Peter's a nosy old cow, he likes getting off on other people's sex life. I'll bet you livened up his afternoon for him," Mark said.

I was much relieved. "So you're not mad at me?"

"Nah, just two girlies mucking about, that doesn't bother me. But don't let me find you with another man up your ass. Your ass is mine and I say who gets up there." He growled the last part.

I got that nice warm feeling when he became possessive. He thought he owned just my ass, when actually he owned me, body and soul.

So anything other than actual fucking was, in his eyes, just mucking about. Interesting the way his mind worked.

Presently we got dressed and went out to the restaurant. It was my first time in that sort of restaurant and I was very slow to catch on. The dinning room was in a basement, and you had to go down a stair to get there.

It seemed that every table had a view of the stairs, and the stairs were the only well lit part of the room, all the tables were lit by candles. When we entered every head in the room turned to look, and without exception every head was male. It was like being on stage.

A waiter arrived and asked if we had reservations. Mark gave his name and we were whisked off to a table in the corner with an excellent view of the room. As I looked round at the other occupants, it gradually dawned on me that they were all gay! Before I had a chance to discuss it with Mark, another waiter arrived.

"Your usual, Sir?" the waiter inquired with what I thought to be over politeness.

"No," said Mark, with a grin, "Tonight I think I'll have a dry Martini. And what would you like, my dear?" he said turning to me.

I was so shocked at being called "my dear" in public that all I could mange to do was stutter that I would have the same. I had never had a dry Martini in my life.

It was the waiter who seemed the most shocked, and I don't think it was the way that Mark addressed me that did it. In fact, he was quite nonplussed later when Mark efficiently ordered the meal and the wine. The pair of them were obviously playing some game with each other.

I have never knowingly been in a gay establishment before and it was quite unnerving. It was obvious that some of the men in there found one or the other of us attractive and they made no attempt to hide it. I found it quite embarrassing.

Suddenly, to my horror, I saw a face that I recognised! Then a second later, a wave of relief swept over me as I realised that although I might know his face he would not know me from Adam. He was the presenter of one of the most popular children's programmes on TV!

"Isn't that Sandy Shore, over at that table?" I whispered to Mark.

"Yup," said Mark, without even looking round. "But that is his stage name. his friends call him by his real name; Phillip Staines."

I glanced again at the far table and nearly shat myself. My interest in its occupants had generated a similar interest in return. As I sat transfixed to my seat, Phillip smiled at me, put his knife and fork down, wipe his mouth with his napkin, excused himself to his guests, stood up, and headed our way!

"Ohmygawd! Phillip's coming over!" I whispered to Mark.

"I expect he wants to talk to us," said Mark not even bothering to look. "I'll bet he fancies you." Then he gave me a dirty grin. "Oh, and for God's sake, don't mention kids!"

"Why hello Mark," said Phillip as he got to our table.

"Hello Philip. "Said Mark. "Now just let me see if I can answer all your questions. My friend's name is Tim. Yes, she is gorgeous, isn't she. We met on the Tube. We would love to come to a party. And you can get your cock up her ass when you can present me with irrefutable proof that Hell has frozen over."

Admittedly Mark was smiling when he said all this, but I was shocked nonetheless.

Phillip, on the other hand, just roared with laughter. "Oh my goodness, am I that transparent?"

"No. But I have seen you in action so many times before."

"Odd, you being possessive, usually you don't mind," said Phillip.

"Well I just am," said Mark in the tone of voice that closed that part of the discussion.

The pair of them were obviously old friends and chatted quite happily for a while. I took the time to examine Phillip closely. He was not as beautiful as he looked on TV. Nor for that matter was he as young. But he still had the grace, charm and wit of his stage personality. He also had a filthy mind.

He told us the joke about the Admiral's daughter, and managed to deliver the punch line with such aplomb that we both howled with laughter.

Presently he left us, but only after extracting a promise that we would come to his party the following evening.

"Why wasn't I to mention kids?" I inquired.

"Because he cannot stand the little buggers. Which is just as well, because if he liked them, he'd end up getting caught buggering one of them. Then the shit would really hit the fan," replied Mark. Then he resumed his strange game with the waiter.

For some reason the rather large pepper mill was referred to as "the donkey's dick" by the pair of them.

From the restaurant we went on to a gay bar, another first for me. Now I always thought that a gay bar would be full of the stereotype gays that are seen on TV comedy programmes. I was quite surprised to find it was full of a fair cross-section of males. The only thing that seemed to make them stand out from the common herd was, they all seemed to look after themselves extremely well. Most were trim and there were none who could be described as a slob.

At the bar stood a couple who were entirely dressed in black leather. Boots that came to just below the knee, tight trousers, a thick belt, a vest under a short jacked and a cap all in black leather. They looked very sinister and I strained my ears to catch the subject of their conversation. Bizarre as it may seem, they were discussing a recipe for Beef Wellington, it sounded quite tasty too.

Mark seemed to know everyone. I was standing next to him at one point while he chatted to a friend. Everyone who passed seemed to manage to rub up against my bum. So I was quite relieved when I could feel Mark's hand caressing my buns. I was just getting used to it when Mark put his arm round my shoulder. Strange as the hand was still rubbing my buns. I looked round to find a young man standing next to me with a hysterical grin on his face. I was too embarrassed to get angry.

From there we went on to a gay club. Once more, you entered and went downstairs. Again, everyone looked up and watched you as you descended. Gradually it dawned on me that it was deliberate. I asked Mark and he confirmed it, "A meat-rack" was how he described it.

Here again, Mark seemed to be popular and I got introduced to several people who were either famous or at the least, public figures. I must confess that it had never occurred to me that any of them were gay, especially the Cabinet Minister.

While we were in the club one guy, who seemed so nice and interesting, managed to get me separated from Mark. Having achieved this he seemed to think that I should now ditch Mark and go home with him.

He leaned forwards and began to whisper in my ear, "Come on, we could slip out now and I could have you between me and the mattress before he even missed you. Look kid, I got nine inches hanging between my legs and it's all yours if we get out of here now. Just think of it, nine inches of it inside you. I'll have you screaming for more. Come on, let's go!"

Then to prove his point he placed my hand on his cock. Well, if that was nine inches Mark must have a foot. I quickly withdrew my hand and tried to get back to Mark, but this guy had got a grip on me and kept whispering filth in my ear. For some strange reason, he seemed to think this was turning me on. Finally, Mark looked our way and I gave him a pleading look.

Mark came directly. He looked calm and controlled. He walked round behind me and placed two protective arms round me and addressed the other guy.

"She came with me, she leaves with me, she's mine. Right!?" he said coldly.

The other guy nodded nervously.

"So why don't you just fuck off and leave her alone?" he said in the same voice. With that the guy turned on his heel and moved off.

A series of emotions rushed through me. First, I was humiliated by being referred to as she in public. But second, Mark being extremely protective, also in public, got the warm fuzzy glow, that I now knew was love, going again. Then there was the idea that two males should fight over me, it gave my ego no end of a boost.

"Stay away from that worm." he ordered.

"He was trying to convince me he had nine inches," I confided to Mark.

"Nine inches? That one couldn't even take nine inches, never mind give it." This Mark said loudly enough for the other guy to hear. There were a few sniggers, the other guy went red and left the club. Still with his arm round me, Mark led me back to where he had been standing and resumed his conversation with his friend.

However, the incident put a cap on the evening and we were soon on our way to his home by taxi. As we both had been working nights, we were still wide awake even though it was the small hours of the morning. I could tell Mark was hot and I desperately wanted to please him. So I stripped off and sat on his lap.

"Maybe if you were very gentle you could fuck me," I said, wriggling around on his lap.

"There is one way we could have a very gentle fuck, but you'll have to stop doing that, or it'll never work," he said, picking me up bodily, like I was a child, and placing me on the settee beside him.

He then got up, stripped off, fetched a tube of lubricant, dug out a video cassette and put it in the machine. He then spent several minutes gently greasing me up. Next he greased his limp cock up. This surprised me but I did not question it.

Then sitting on the settee with his legs wide apart and holding his limp cock vertical, he motioned me to sit on it. I held my ass cheeks apart and slowly slid him into me. He wasn't completely limp, but he had to use his hand to steady it until I got all of it in. It felt strange to have a soft cock inside me, but Mark was right, it caused little pain.

"Shit, half the guys you saw tonight would give their eye teeth just to have their cocks where mine is now. Right up between those cute little buns of yours," he said. His cock twitched and I felt it grow slightly.

After cleaning his hands on a tissue, he reached for the remote and switched on the TV and the VCR. The screen showed snow, then went blank and finally came up with the title, "The Rent Boy's Double Header."

A picture appeared and the title dissolved into it. The scene was an American hamburger joint. It was daylight and appeared to be a summer's afternoon. Seated alone at a table was a youth, late teens. He was looking quite sexy in a T-shirt and tight jeans. Two men approached and began to chat with him.

One was a tall, muscular, black-haired guy. The other was smaller and a kind of shaggy blond, but he had a sort of dirty look about him. I don't mean he didn't wash enough, he just looked like he would revel in muck.

From the conversation two things were clear, they were trying to pick him up and they were willing to pay for his services. After a bit of haggling they managed to get his price reduced if they both went with him together.

"Who will get sloppy seconds?" the youth enquired, with a grin.

"You'll see," said the larger of the two men, and then the two men swapped a knowing grin that the camera caught, but the kid missed.

Mark's cock gave a slight twitch in my ass in response to this.

The scene changed and we saw the three of them get into the front seat of a car. The youth was placed in the middle and the car drove off.

The next shot was inside the car. The youth's pants and briefs were dragged down to his ankles and three hands began exploring him below the waist. One hand went for his cock, another for his balls while the third snaked between his legs and it became obvious that he had been entered from the rear.

"He's a bit tight but we'll manage, head for the Motel." This was said by the dirty blond who was sitting in the passenger's seat. The camera again caught a look passing between the two men that the boy never saw.

The scene faded and was replaced with one looking through a window into a Motel reception area. The taller man was talking to a male receptionist, but the sound was off. The receptionist took a key from one of the pigeon holes behind him and was about to hand it to the man. The man said something and a bank note changed hands. The receptionist returned the key and picked up one from the end row of pigeon holes, this he gave to the man.

We then saw the car drive to the cabin furthest away from the reception. There were no other cars down that end. The three got out of the car and walked into the room. The blond was carrying a small briefcase. Inside me Mark began to grow. Something was turning him on.

"Something is going to happen to the kid?" I asked.

"He's going into an isolated Motel room, with two strange men, either of whom is big enough to overpower him. You bet something is going to happen to him," he said in a dirty voice. He also made his cock twitch again.

Now it was really getting stiff and I squirmed around a little to get comfortable. This made it grow even more, pushing deeper into me and rearranging my guts to accommodate its increasing size. It was a weird and wonderful feeling, being pumped up on the inside.

The next cut took us into the motel room. There the boy was stripped naked. Starting with the larger man the pair of them now stripped. The darker one had a good body, a slightly hairy chest and a large black bush surrounded an above average sized cock.

Then the blond guy stripped. His body was smooth. To my surprise he had no bush, but given the size of his member, it was not really important. He was hung! As they were Americans, all three cocks were circumcised.

The kid took one look at the blond's equipment and immediately tried to back out of the deal. He never had a chance. The pair of them had him face down on the bed in nothing flat. Once there, the dark haired guy just sat on him, while the blond guy went and opened up the briefcase.

The kid began to scream for help and the other pair just laughed at him. When he stopped the guy sitting on him told him he could holler as much as he liked as no one could hear him, way down this end of the Motel.

The blond removed some chains and leg clamps from the briefcase. The next scene showed the kid fastened to the large double bed, face down in a spread-eagled position. The dark haired guy was shoving pillows under the kid's groin to raise his ass into a better position.

The kid was sobbing and begging to be realeased. The blond told him to shut up then reminded him that he had agreed to let them both fuck him and he was being paid for it.

Having got the kid positioned to his satisfaction, the dark haired guy climbed on the bed and straddled the kid facing his feet. Using both hands, he spread the kids ass cheeks as wide as possible. The camera zoomed in on the kid's puckered little ring.

Inside me, Mark got a lot bigger. I could feel my ring being stretched as the girth of his monster increased. God, it felt good to have him back in there.

The blond, meanwhile, had greased up his hands with what looked for all the world like cooking fat. Experimentally, he inserted an index finger and caused the kid to gasp. Then he slid in the index finger of the other hand. Using them he began to slacken the kid's ring. The camera again gave us a close up of the kid's now widening ring.

The two middle fingers slid in one at a time and the kid just moaned. Once they were in, the kid had lost the game. They pulled and wriggled and pulled again.

To my surprise, over the next few minutes, the remaining two fingers on each hand also entered the kid. The camera got a shot of the blond's face. He was enjoying his work. Inside me Mark, was now fully erect and my own ring was also stretched to its maximum.

The camera took one final shot of the kid's ring with both hands pushed in and only the thumbs on the outside. Then they were withdrawn. The kid sighed and the camera stayed focused on his ring. Now it was not a little pucker, it was a greasy slack hole. As we watched, the fingers began to push more and more of the cooking fat into the hole.

Finally, the blond was happy with his handiwork and nodded to his partner. The pillows were pulled out and the blond lifted the kid as far as his bonds would allow, while the other guy slid, on his back, under the kid.

Once he was there he wriggled into position so that his cock stuck up between the kid's buns. The blond greased his partner's erection and then guided it until the head was pointing to the kid's ring. The dark haired guy moved his hips and he slid into the kid in one single thrust. The kid barely gasped. The man began a nice easy thrusting motion with his hips and the camera observed him sliding in and out of the kid.

The blond was now greasing himself up. He climbed on the bed and knelt between the legs of the kid. The camera came in from the side and concentrated on the action of the cock that was fucking the kid.

What happened, next I found difficult to believe. The head of the blond's cock appeared in the frame. It was aligned with the cock that was already screwing the kid. Then it slid forwards and the head disappeared into the kid's ass!

The kid screamed and begged for it to be taken out. In response, it began to go further in. Every time the first cock moved into the kid, the second one slid along with it, about an inch at a time. But when the first cock retreated,the second held its position ready to move further in on the next stroke.

About here, I realised that I was moving my own ass and fucking myself on the cock that was inside me. Mark was just sitting there, holding me and encouraging me by whispering "Yes" in my ear.

Despite all his protests, the kid was unable to stop the progress of the blond's cock and soon it was in to the hilt. The blond paused and gave a grunt of satisfaction. Then he too began to fuck the kid. Unlike his partner, he did not favour slow short strokes. He liked long fast ones. He fucked the kid with a passion that verged on rage.

The camera began doing close ups of the kid's ass and the two pumping cocks that were in it. Then it showed us the faces. The dark haired guy was happily pumping away, and had an expression of contentment on his face. The kid's face was wet with tears and terror was in his eyes. The blond's face was distorted with lust. He was fucking the kid like an animal.

"I think I'm gonna cum," said Mark and I felt his cock begin to buck and jump inside me as he showered my innards with his seed.

While I was getting mine,the guy on the bottom suddenly decided that the kid was going to get his. He let out a yell and drove as deep as he could into the kid's ass. The screen split in two. One side showed the cock pumping cum into the kid. The other showed the faces of the man and the kid.

None of this seemed to affect the blond. He just kept on pounding it into the kid. Eventually,he began to get there and if anything he fucked the poor kid harder, but when he came it was the kid who did the screaming.

The camera then showed us the three sweaty bodies. There was a lot of gasping for breath and sobbing. Inside me, I could feel Mark's erection subsiding. I liked that and there was no chance that he would pull it out for some time yet.

On the screen however, the blond was pulling out of the kid. The dark guy's cock came out too and they both got off the bed. The scene changed and we found the two guys fully dressed and the blond packing the chains into his briefcase. The dark guy produced a roll of banknotes and counted off some. These he chucked onto the kid, who was lying face down on the bed. Then the two of them left.

Mark's hand, wet with spit, now wrapped itself round my raging hardon and began pumping. The camera zoomed in on the kid's ravished arsehole. It was gaping wide and you could see right into it. The sparse hair round it was matted with grease and spent cum. Gradually, spent cum began to ooze out of it. At that point, my cum shot out and jetted into the air. "Thar she blows!" Cried Mark pumping me until I caught his hand and made him stop. Damn! He was training me again.

Mark stopped the tape and rewound it, then switched off the TV.

"Shit! Did that really happen, or was it trick photography?" I asked, still not believing my eyes.

"Oh, it was all real. I mean the kid really took the two guys. But they are actors, they didn't really rape the kid, that bit was all put on," Mark explained.

"He really did take two cocks up him at once?" I honestly needed convincing.

"Darling, on another tape you can see him being handballed. He must be known in the trade as `slack Alice'" replied Mark.

"Handballed?" I asked. It was a term that I had never heard before.

"Fisted," said Mark. "Handballed is the American Politically Correct term for fist fucking. Where they get their hand inside, make a fist and use it to fuck them."

"Ohmygawd! tell me it isn't true." I found it impossible to believe that such a thing could be done.

"Well, old Slack Alice can take two fists together. So two cocks up her at once must have been as difficult as chucking a couple of sausages up a railway tunnel," said Mark "Now, can I please have my cock back?"

"No!" I said in a mock petulant voice.

"But I gotta take a leak," reasoned Mark.

"You'll just have to keep it in until I feel like letting you go, I said in the same voice.

"I might just let it go where it is," threatened Mark.

That got me off super fast. But he did the same trick of pissing in the pan while I was sitting on it again. So for a second time I was shamed by the reactions of my own body. However, Mark seemed vastly amused by it.

For the third time running, I went to sleep in his arms. He was a total bastard, he treated me like shit, and I was hopelessly in love with him. Maybe I needed my head examined.

To be continued.

Getting A life Part 3 - Mark's tale

I woke up to find the bitch gagging on my cock. So she wanted to have breakfast in bed? Fair enough. I could do with my nuts being emptied. I checked out her ass and, judging by the way she winced it could do with a day off. Not a big problem, I could easily find a lot of other uses for her.

I straddled her, locking her arms to her side, and dangled it in front of her face. The poor dear just couldn't get her mouth around it so I began jacking myself off and rubbing my nuts across her face.

She soon got the message and began licking them. When I was ready, I moved forward a bit and let her run her tongue further back. It is nice having that bit washed with someone's tongue.

When that got boring, I inched a bit forward, not enough to let her rim me but just enough to make her try. Eventually I took pity on her and let her get her tongue where she really wanted it to be.

Yesterday's training had not been wasted, she knew exactly how I liked to be rimmed and went at it with a passion. This began to have the desired effect on me and I knew I was about to blow my load, so I told her to move it. Of course I didn't leave her enough time and she got the first shot right across her face. She looked shocked but still managed to get her mouth round the head of it before the next shot hit.

All right I know that it is kinky, but I like jacking off and having someone take my load. Shooting it in their face is fun, too. She looked really messed up. Cum all over her face and a cock stuck in the middle of it. I told her to jack herself off. The whole scene must have turned the bitch on because in nothing flat she was shooting it right up my back. I let her have the last bit of my load that I had been holding back and watched her swallow it after she had shot her lot. That is really evil and I enjoy doing it.

We got up had some fun in the shower then, when we were dried she was all for feeding me. The one thing that I cannot do, is eat immediately on waking. So, while she pecked at her bird food I programmed her video so it would record her damned soap. The bloody crap is on 4 times a week.

Then I got dressed. I checked out her wardrobe. Shit! She must buy her clothes at one of them second hand charity shops. She had nothing that I would want to see her wearing if I took her out on the town. So I told her to get dressed and I would fix it for her. Well, that money was burning a hole in my pocket and I did want her to look good.

We went to see Peter. He manages an upmarket clothes shop and I gave him carte blanche to kit her out. Then I went to do the weekend's shopping. Peter is such a fussy queen it takes him forever if he is doing the selecting. The poor bitch would have everything in the shop that was in her size to try on, and that is boring in a major way.

When I got back, Peter had her looking like a million dollars. I could have fucked her there and then and would have if I hadn't made her so sore the last time. I could smell Peter's cum on her breath and I wondered if he would give me a discount. The bugger didn't and although the bill was steep, it was well worth it.

We went back to my place and she had a hissy fit about the mess that the place was in. Christ, she even began clearing up the mess on the spot.

I dug out the matchbook that I had picked up last weekend when the gorilla lover took me out to dinner. I booked a table and made sure it was the same one that I had had the last time. I wasn't quite finished with the waiter.

Actually, the thought of Tim blowing Peter was turning me on so we went and had a shower. I pushed her to her knees and jacked off in her face. She kept straining to get forwards and suck on my cock, but I wouldn't let her until I was about to cum, then I let the little cocksucker have my load.

Experimentally, I fingered her. There was no screaming, so I hit her hot spot, soaped up my other hand, and when she was begging for it, I jacked her off. It's kind of nice watching her cum when she can't stop herself. She sure is getting nice and slack. She'll be able to take me just on spit soon.

Later, while we were watching the news, I quizzed her about what she had got up to with Peter. She fessed up to blowing him right away. Then I told her that her ass was mine and I didn't want any other cocks up it, without my say so. Again the alarm bells should have rung, but they didn't. She looked quite pleased about the restriction, As I said, pure bitch.

We went off to the restaurant. It is a gay one, all the waiters are queens and most of the customers are gay.

It is downstairs and the staircase is a meat rack that you have to walk down to get there. It is deliberately well lit and everyone in the place can check you out as you enter. Tim was really looking good and she turned a lot of heads. I quietly gloated at the thought of all these guys wanting what I had.

We were shown to our table and the same waiter turned up. He recognised me as the country bumpkin from the weekend before and inquired if I wanted my usual, this being a pint of beer. I grinned at him and ordered a dry Martini. That knocked him sideways. Mind you, I think it was when he took our order that he finally realised that last week had been a performance. The rest of the evening we were sparring. This confused Tim.

About half way through the meal Tim realised that some celebrities were also dining and spotted Sandy Shore. He's the queen who presents a children's programme on TV. We had a brief fling a couple of years back and managed to stay friends. I told Tim his real name so he would not look like an ass and address him as Sandy.

He must have seen me come in and decided to drop over for a chat, because Tim just about exploded with excitement when he saw him heading our way.

This meant he fancied Tim, wanted to know where I had picked her up, then he would invite us to a party where he would do his damnedest to shaft Tim. So before he could ask a question, I answered them all for him, the last being, keep your cotton pickin' hands off my girl.

He took it in good spirit and stayed for a while chatting. We ended up with a date for a party the following evening. Having been to Phillip's "parties" before, I would prefer the term "drunken orgy." There is plenty of booze and one of the large rooms upstairs has low lights and about 6 mattresses on the floor as its only furnishing, if you follow my way of thinking.

Next stop was a gay bar. The poor dear had never done the gay scene before and it was all new to her. The number of people who managed to rub themselves up against her ass as they passed by was phenomenal. As usual, the more men who get the hots for my trick, the hornier it makes me.

After that, we went to a gay club that I favour. It is a bit exclusive and I only got membership because I was balling some bigwig at the time. Again there was a meat rack staircase to get in, this time my little darling actually noticed. She was dead impressed with some of the clientele. A lot of prominent people are closet gays, apparently she didn't know that.

I was chatting to an old friend when I discovered that she wasn't with me anymore. A quick look round soon found the problem. Some slick little weasel, who thinks that he is God's gift to men, was trying to get her to go home with him. She shot me a panic stricken look and I went to her rescue at once.

Without wasting words I told him she was mine and he could fuck off. Apparently the cunt had been trying to tell her he had a nine incher! Wot a wanker. I soon made him die from shame and he scuttled out of the club as fast as his legs could carry him.

That sort of put a damper on my sprits and I decided we should go home and I even sprung for a taxi. As soon as we got home she stripped off and was wriggling about on my lap. She was very good at remembering her training.

Next, she was begging to be fucked. Now, I had told her that her ass had the day off. But on the other hand, we both wanted to fuck. Now there was one way we could do it and not do too much damage. It was tricky mind you. So I stripped, put a porn video in the machine, lubed us both up, sat down, held my limp cock at the base, squeezing it hard so it became slightly stiff and told her to sit on it.

Like a good girl, she did as she was told and, as she was still slack, she slid the lot right up her. Now when you are in this state, it is a lot different from the normal one. Every tiny movement of your cock is apparent to both of you. And judging from the noises that she made, she really liked the feeling of me getting a stiffy inside her.

I pointed out that a lot of the guys we had seen tonight would cum in their pants at the thought of being where I was now. This began to get me hard and she loved it.

I started the movie. It is one that always turns me on. A rent boy who bites off more than he can chew and ends up getting raped by two guys at the same time. The camera work is superb, always on the right spot at the right time.

As usual just watching it got me excited. I could feel myself growing inside her. She had to wriggle about to get comfortable as I grew, that felt nice. As the film progressed, she became hotter and hotter. When the kid was getting his ring opened up she was bouncing up and down on my lap. I don't even think she realised that she was doing it.

So I just sat there watching a porn movie with one happy little bitch bobbing up and down on my cock. What more could a lad ask for? However she was driving me faster than the movie was going and I wanted to save my climax for the end. There was sweat running down my forehead as I tried to stop myself shooting.

It was no good. Just before the first guy began pouring his seed into the kid on the screen, I let my balls empty into Tim's moving ass.

Tim was still moving up and down my pole as they finally withdrew from the kid's ass. I spat on my hand and waited until they showed the kid's empty ass, then I began jerking Tim off. Whether it was the excitement of being fucked, or the sight of the kid's yawning asshole I don't know, but she was shooting it everywhere before the credits began to roll. Good, she was now training herself.

Tim couldn't believe it wasn't trick photography. Somewhere I have a tape of the same kid with two hands up that ass of his. I'll have to let Tim see it some time, it's mind blowing.

Now she wouldn't give me my cock back. I was needing a pee and I had to threaten to piss inside her before she would get up and let my cock go.

She really gets off on me pissing between her legs. Perhaps I'll have a go at her in the shower and see what happens.

We went to bed and I wrapped her in my arms. She's so cute and so obedient. I feel so warm and protective when I hold her.

To be continued.

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