I Love Black Pudding

I LOVE BLACK PUDDING. Part one.

This is a homosexual fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and older men. If it is illegal for you to read it for any reason please leave now. Because it is a fantasy the sex will be unprotected. In real life please practise safe sex.

I had been at Grammar school with David since we were both eleven; my birthday falls on the 5th of the month, David's on the 9th of the month. The school is an all boys' school and has a lot of overseas pupils of all nationalities because there are several multi-national companies in town. We became friends the first break of our first day when David stopped some bigger coloured boys picking on me in the playground because I was so small and very white. David's Nigerian and black, his Nigerian name is Dumaka; it was changed to David when he was baptised. His Dad works for the Nigerian diplomatic corps and his Mom works for UNICEF, they're both very religious. They' re a social class above my family, as are most of the boys at my school; we live in a Council house and David's family lived in a nearby gated estate. My Dad is a successful sales rep and my Mom is a manageress for Marks and Spencer. They work all the hours they can to put my twin sisters, who they dote on, through Uni; my sisters are 6 years older than me. I know I wasn't planned, and although my parents do love me and treat me well they tend to ignore me and leave me to my own devices. Somehow David and I became firm friends, and we were in and out of each others' houses all the time and we soon started having sleep-overs, usually at David's. For sports, David favoured football and was the School's Team Captain, while I liked athletics, mainly middle distance running. We both enjoyed swimming and cycling. Although we were the same age David seemed like an older brother to me, physically he was much bigger and much more street-wise. We discovered sex together when we were about 12, and we used to wank ourselves off in front of each other when we slept over; we always slept in the nude. I think I was in love with David. Shortly after our 14th birthdays, after much cajoling on my part, we progressed to mutual masturbation. By now David was producing more than twice as much boycum than I was. I know David enjoyed us wanking each other off, but for ages he wouldn't try anything else. Although not as religious as his parents he'd told me he sometimes worried that what we were doing was sinful, but he enjoyed it too much to stop. David's bedroom had a whole wall of built in wardrobes which had mirrored doors. Before sex, when we were naked and our cocks were stiff, I used to get David to stand with me in front of the mirrors and put his arm around my shoulder while I put my arm around his waist. The contrast of his bigger black body next to my smaller white body really turned me on. One Saturday, on a weekend David was away, about 6 months before my 15th Birthday, I'd been cycling in the park and I'd needed to go to the toilet. The nearest public convenience was very smelly and dark but I was desperate; as I'd entered I'd seen a notice which said it would be closed and knocked down next week, no wonder I thought. I entered a cubicle and was pleased to find that there was a window that let in a fair amount of light. While I was sat doing my business I noticed that the walls were covered with crude drawings of cocks, cocksucking, bumfucking, and rude stories; some about men having sex with each other, but mostly about men having sex with boys around my age. I got a hard-on reading the stories. When I'd finished and cleaned myself I stood up, flushed the pan, and prepared to wank off while reading a story about a 14 year old boy getting raped in the toilet by two Rastafarian men with long thick cocks. The fact that the protagonists were black and white, and it was a boy with two men, really turned me on. The story was written from the 14 year old's point of view; and as I read I wanked my cock. I managed to shoot my load while I read about one Rasta filling the boy's arsehole with his spunk while the other Rasta filled his mouth with his spunk and the boy shot his load unaided onto the toilet floor. I cleaned myself up and cycled home vowing that I'd go back Sunday and wank off to more stories, maybe even copy a few for my pleasure at home. Sunday I cycled to the convenience and went into a different stall. I soon found a story about a 16 year old white boy who was picked up by a Pakistani man and taken to his flat for fucking. I'd just started wanking when I noticed a magazine tucked behind the water pipe. I took it out and found that it was a photographic porno magazine with photos of black men fucking white boys; very young white boys. I found a double spread of a fit black guy probably in his twenties getting his very thick and veiny 8 inch uncut cock sucked by a small white boy who appeared to be only about 12 or 13. How he got his tiny mouth around the big black cock I'll never know! The black guy had a smooth hairless body with wiry, trimmed and shaped pubes, but the white boy's body was totally hairless, and he had no pubes at all. The next photo was of the black guy rimming the white boy. The third photo was of the black guy fucking the white boy, who was lying on his back with one leg on the black guy's shoulder and the other leg flat so that you could see him tossing his thin 3 inch cut cock which had a shiny, red bulbous knob. The sight of the black guy's big cock buried halfway up the white boy's well stretched arsehole made my cock jerk and ooze precum. The last photo was of the black guy, whose half-hard cock was streaked with spunk, standing over the white boy stretching his legs wide apart so that you could see that the boy's arse-crack, belly, cock and small balls were covered in both loads of spunk. I shot the biggest load ever; forgetting the story I stuffed the magazine into my pocket and cycled home. From that moment on I knew that I wanted to suck a big black cock off and get fucked by one too. I never mentioned anything about the magazine to David; it was my special secret. That night I had a bath instead of a shower and I tried to stick a finger up my arsehole, it took quite a while and lots of soap, which stung a bit, but I did it and managed another finger too. Then I wanked off while finger-fucking my arsehole, it felt great! I knew it would hurt to get fucked so I knew that I needed to loosen my arsehole up somehow. The next day after school I remembered that Dad had recently broken a garden trowel. Before Mom came home I went to the shed and fished it out of the waste bin; the

handle was some 6 inches long and not too thick. I levered the broken business end off, then I sandpapered the handle smooth and finally I varnished it, and I took it up to my room to dry. That night, after generously coating my arsehole, my fingers, and the handle with Vaseline I worked a couple of fingers into my arsehole and tried to stretch my sphincter in readiness. Then I placed the handle against my pucker and applied pressure while twisting and turning the handle. Eventually I managed to work it into my arsehole just past my sphincter. It hurt quite a bit so I tried to relax before I pushed anymore inside. My cock was stiffening, so, when the pain subsided, I continued pushing the handle up my arsehole. It felt incredible when it slid across my prostate, but my arsehole nearly swallowed it when I got about 5 inches inside. That was no good so I eased the handle out and half-heartedly finished my wank while trying to work out a solution to the problem. I came up with an idea and the next afternoon after school I drilled a hole in the bottom of the handle where the head had fitted and pushed a pre-glued 7 inch long piece of doweling halfway through and left it to set. Then, whenever I fucked myself with the handle while wanking myself off (like every night I wasn't seeing David), the dowel stopped the handle from disappearing up my arsehole. Of course every time I wanked off at home I'd have the porn magazine open at a page showing a young white boy being fucked by a black man with a big cock. Most of the photos were sets of four similar to the first ones I'd looked at. After a week or so I went rummaging in the shed and found an old wooden footstool; I lightly hammered 2 large u-shaped nails into the top and took it to my bedroom. I slid the dowel through the nails then hammered them home so that they held the dowel firmly in place. The handle now stood at right angles to the stool. I vaselined my arsehole and the handle well, then, kneeling either side of the footstool, I steadily lowered myself down until the handle was fully buried inside my arsehole. Afterwards, while I tossed myself off, I rode myself silly on the handle. I came twice in quick succession and just had time to clean everything up and hide the stuff in my wardrobe before Mom came home. To celebrate our 15th birthdays David nicked some vodka from his Dad's drinks cupboard and we got half-drunk and giggly in his bedroom. I was sleeping over and we were both naked so we'd both got hard-ons knowing that we'd be wanking each others' cocks soon. But when David lay on his back on top of his bed and told me to join him I didn't. Instead, emboldened by the alcohol, I knelt on the floor by his side, I took a deep breath and leaned over the bed, and then I grasped his stiff black cock and took a good half of it into my mouth. David gasped and told me to stop, that it was wrong, but he didn't attempt to lift my head off his rigid cock. I must have been born a cocksucker because I seemed to instinctively know what to do, tonguing his knob as I sucked, and wanking the part of his cock-shaft that wasn't in my mouth. I was doing such a good job that David was soon moaning with pleasure. When his body stiffened and his watery boycum started to fill my mouth I automatically swallowed it; I loved the taste. David was thrashing his head about and moaning until he finished cumming. We were both a bit embarrassed and David turned over and went to sleep. I went into the en-suite bathroom and wanked my rigid cock off as I savoured the lingering flavour of David's boycum; I came in about 10 strokes. I didn't brush my teeth, I went straight to bed. The following morning, a Saturday, David was very quiet over breakfast and when we went up to his room to get ready to go swimming he sat me down on his bed and we had a serious talk. The upshot was that he'd loved having his cock sucked off so I could continue doing it; but he said that he'd never suck me off, but he'd continue to wank me off. So that's how it went for the next year. For our 16th birthdays I talked David into fucking me between

my legs as we lay face to face. I loved the feeling of his body banging against my balls and stiff cock, then as David's orgasm approached his jabs speeded up and he started to shoot his load between my legs; the backs of my

thighs and bum getting covered in his boycum in the process. When David pulled his still hard cock from between my legs I pushed him onto his back and grabbed hold of it. And as I began to wank it I pointed my own cock at his groin and wanked it until my spunk rained down on his cock and balls just as David had his second orgasm. He loved what we'd done and actually kissed my lips; but he wouldn't french. Of course I was still fucking myself on the trowel handle whenever I wanked off alone. I suppose you'd like a physical description of David and I when all this took place? I was 5 ft 6 tall and small in stature, I was thin, but wiry from cycling, swimming and athletics. I had longish blonde hair, blue eyes; marble-like white skin which David called lily-white, and small, but prominent, bright red nipples. When hard my thinnish 5 inch cock stood straight up almost flat against my belly and I had a tightish foreskin covering a bulbous bright-red knob. My smooth cockshaft was almost as white as my body and had flat blue veins. When hard my cock was rigid like a steel rod, and when I came I'd shoot 3 watery spurts of boycum quite far and then the last bit of boycum usually dribbled down my cock-shaft. My small balls were housed in a tightish, almost hairless, pale-red ballbag, and I only had a few blonde pubic hairs and no body hair; just peach fuzz on my lower arms and legs. My hairless buttocks were small, round, and hard, my arse-crack was hairless and I had a tiny pink pucker. David (4 days younger than me) was 5 ft 10 tall, slim but bulking up. He was black of course with short crinkly hair, and had a 7 inch, averagely thick cock with a smooth black cock-shaft with a long foreskin covering a deep-purple, flared knob. David had average sized balls in a loosish, slightly h airy, purple ballbag. He had a small patch of short, wiry black pubes, smooth hairless legs, and a slightly hairy arse-crack. He'd shoot 6-8 spurts of boycum which was a little thicker than mine. We were finishing school in a week's time; and a month later we were both going to the local College to take a 2 year I.T. course. I was looking forward to a month off in David's company; perhaps I'd be able to persuade him to fuck me properly, in my arsehole. The Saturday evening of the weekend before we were due to finish school disaster struck. David's Dad was being posted to the U.S.A. with immediate effect, there was some sort of crisis, and the whole family, David had a younger brother Tom, were going with him. I couldn't even spend a last night with David; he'd got to pack as the family were flying out from Heathrow in a few hours. The house would be sorted out by someone from the Nigerian Embassy. I actually cried when we shook hands for the last time, which embarrassed David no end. When they'd gone I moped about in my bedroom and on my computer waiting for bedtime. Then to crown it all about a couple of hours later just before I was going to bed I got a long rambling email from David sent from Heathrow. The gist of it was what we'd been doing was wrong so his going away would help us both to stop doing such things. And David was changing his email address to make the separation complete! I went to bed and cried myself to sleep. Sunday I didn't know what to do with myself and lay in bed for ages, sobbing every now and then. I didn't have breakfast but I went down for lunch and all my parents said when I told them David had changed his email address was that I'd soon make other friends and he'd become a fond memory. I ran to my room and cried again. I spent most of the rest of the day in my bedroom on my computer, and I kept breaking into tears. I was disconsolate at school the next week and I was glad when we finally finished on Wednesday lunchtime. Since David had left I hadn't even wanked myself off, my heart just wasn't in it. I got on the bus for home, went upstairs, and sat at the back. I noticed two 13 year olds from my school a couple of rows in front of me who were giggling over a newspaper. When they got off they left the paper; I was the last person upstairs so I went and picked the paper up to see what they'd been laughing about. It was a Gay newspaper and my cock stirred as I started to read it. The boys had left it open at the dating page. I looked under older men seeking younger and was immediately drawn to one advert. "Three Ivorian guys, 20s and 30s, are looking to meet inexperienced young white boys 18 years plus for mutual satisfaction." Then there was a phone number and a web site address. Although the ad said 18 plus I was 16 and legal; perhaps they had to say 18 for the paper to publish their advert I thought to myself. I carefully ripped out the advert and put it in my pocket. Ivorian meant they were from the Ivory Coast so I guessed that they'd be black, and my cock was stiffening at that thought. When I got home the house was empty, both my parents were at work. Up in my bedroom I switched my computer on and then I stripped off after taking the advert from my pocket. My 5 inch cock was rigid, I pushed my foreskin back behind my corona and a pearl of precum oozed from my cock-slit. I thumbed it off and ate it. As I sat at my computer and typed in the web site address my cock was jerking in anticipation. At the web site I followed the instructions and filled in my age, (I was tempted to insert 18, but from what I'd seen in the porn magazine I thought my being 16 would be a turn on) and physical details. Then under SEXUAL EXPERIENCE I wrote about David and I even mentioned fucking

myself with the handle; it wasn't embarrassing writing about it. I clicked on YES when asked if I was a virgin; and in REASONS FOR CONTACT I wrote that my fantasy was to lose my virginity to a black man with a big cock. Then, as requested, I uploaded some photos of myself naked, some with a soft cock, some with a hard-on, 2 of me cumming, and some of my backside, cheeks closed, or pulled open to show my tiny pink pucker. David had taken the photos of me during the last 6 months and I'd taken similar ones of him; then we 'd downloaded them to our computers. I added a required password, my email address and mobile number and pressed SEND. A message flashed up to say wait for telephone contact and then the screen went blank. I didn't know what else to do but wait, so I filled my diary in, I hadn't filled it in since I 'd been told David was going away. I'd thought about having a wank, but my cock had lost interest and was only half-hard. Half an hour later my mobile rang; when I answered it a deep melodious voice with a French accent asked if my name was Paul. I confirmed that it was and was asked for my password which I gave. The voice introduced himself as Parfait and he said he was 22; although it was accented his English was perfect. Then, after getting me to verbally confirm what I'd written on the website, Parfait asked me if I was free for sex for the whole weekend, from Friday afternoon to Monday afternoon. He added that once I'd lost my virginity he presumed I'd be up for more sex with him and his two older friends Claude and Fabrice. He told me they'd seen my photos and they thought I was a very sexy lad and they would love to fuck my boycunt too after he'd (Parfait) taken my virginity. I don't know why, but Parfait calling my arsehole my boycunt turned me on. I gulped and my cock began to stiffen as I tried to imagine a weekend of sex with three black men. Eventually I managed to stammer out yes while trying to think of an excuse I could tell my Parents. Parfait arranged to meet me on Friday at 1p.m. in the short-stay car park of the main railway station in town; he told me to look for a white Range Rover with blacked out rear windows. He then ordered me not to masturbate for the rest of the week. I asked what clothes I should take, Parfait burst out laughing and said what I stood up in and a toothbrush would be all I needed. Then he added that if it was warm enough boxer shorts, shorts, a T-shirt and trainers would do; and then he rang off. I was trembling with excitement, and ignoring Parfait' s instructions I lay back on my bed and tossed myself off; I was going to lose my virginity to a black man's cock. I came in minutes, a big load for me, it shot up to my chin then down onto my chest, then onto my heaving belly, the last few drops dribbling down my cock-shaft. I scooped up and ate what I could. Over dinner with my parents I casually mentioned that Chris, a boy in my class who my parents vaguely knew, had asked me to spend the weekend at his parents' house in the country because he knew I was at a loose end with David gone. Chris boarded close to the school during term time, as did some of the other boys; which my parents knew about. My parents told me that they knew I'd soon make new friends and gave their permission. I told them Chris' s Dad would pick me up Friday afternoon; my Mom told me to make sure I packed enough clothes, and Dad gave me a £20 note. They never even thought to check with Chris's parents; I'd taken a calculated risk guessing that they wouldn't. That night, and all day Thursday whenever I could, I used the handle to try to loosen up my arsehole, and, somehow, I managed not to have an orgasm. I tried not to push the handle too far up my arsehole so that it didn't stimulate my prostate. Thursday evening Mom supervised my packing of a small suitcase; but I wouldn't be taking it, and after the job was done I hid the suitcase under my bed. I had trouble getting off to sleep but finally did, with a hard-on of course. My alarm woke me at 10:00 a.m., I'd still got a hard-on but I fought the impulse to wank off. It was a lovely hot day, so after I'd used the loo and the bidet I took a cold shower which left my cock half-hard. After a big breakfast I went to my bedroom and put on a tight red T-shirt which ended at my waist, a pair of red, loose boxers, white tennis shorts so that I could hold my cock down with my hand in my pocket if it erected. The shorts hung from my hips, so about 4 inches of my lily-white midriff was exposed; and finally I put on a pair of trainers. I put my toothbrush, mobile and wallet in a tote-bag and went downstairs. My keys were on the hall table along with a note from my Mom telling me to have a good time. Locking up the house I set off to catch the bus to the station, my hand in my pocket trying to hide my cock which was now hard. On the bus I started to have worries about what I was doing. I'd be with three strangers for the weekend and I didn' t even know where I was going. But I was going to lose my virginity to a black man's cock which I wanted so much; so I pushed the worries to the back of my mind. It was a really hot day and by the time I reached the station I was sweating profusely. In the car park I had no trouble at all in picking out Parfait's car which was parked in a quiet corner, there was only a white van near it, and headed for it. I'd just reached it when a handsome young black guy got out and gave me a huge smile as he extended a large hand. "Good afternoon Paul, I'm Parfait, pleased to meet you; you look even sexier than your photos." I muttered hello, let go of my cock, and took his hand; I was given a firm handshake while we looked each other up and down. Parfait was much blacker than David and his skin glistened; all he was wearing were a pair of open sandals and a pair of very brief, tight, white satin boxer shorts which left nothing to the imagination. I could see that what must be a huge cock filling the boxers almost obscenely. He was so handsome with high cheekbones and looked so sexy that my heart skipped a beat. At 5ft 10 he was lightly built, like Salomon Kalou the Chelsea footballer, and he had long, muscled legs. Parfait had a narrow waist, smooth hairless torso, well defined abs with prominent, fairly large, dark nipples, and a small but fully defined six-pack, his hair was close-shaven with razor patterns. His strong legs were hairless too. Having taken in his "to die for body" I stared at his bulging shorts and tried to imagine what his cock looked like while my cock went stiff as a poker and oozed precum. A deep chuckle broke my reverie. "Well, do I meet with your approval Paul? It seems so by the way your cock is tenting your shorts while you look at mine!" I gulped, went bright red, my mouth dried up and I looked up at his grinning face. "Er ... yes, er, and sorry I was staring at your ... er ... er" Parfait laughed and interrupted me. "It's called my cock Boy, my prick, my fuck-stick, my dong, my wang, my sausage, my big black pudding! Whatever you want to call it you'll soon see it properly in all its proud glory. Now get in the car and let's go; my friends Claude and Fabrice can't wait to meet you and get their hands on you and show you their big black cocks!" Still flushed with embarrassment, but so excited about what was going to happen to me, I climbed into the back of the car while Parfait held the door open for me. He climbed in the driver's seat, locked the doors and we buckled up. He turned his head and smiled at me. "Would you like a drink before we set off Paul?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak because of my embarrassment and my mouth being so dry. Parfait reached into the well of the car and pulled up a cooler-bag. He handed me an ice-cold bottle of Coke and took a bottle of water for himself. I drank half of my Coke greedily then sipped the rest while looking across at Parfait who was smiling at me as he watched me drink. When I'd finished the bottle Parfait sort of leered at me, then he turned back and started the car. Suddenly everything went woozy and then I passed out. When I came around I was in a room that was all white and brightly lit; I realised straight away that I must have been drugged, and I was still drowsy from the drug. I was lying totally naked on a doctor's examination table that fitted the length of my body perfectly. My head lay on a padded bit that raised it enough to allow me to look down my body. My legs were strapped into stirrups and stretched wide apart, and three black, padded leather straps crossed my body holding me down. One ran across my chest and arms just above my nipples, one ran across my chest and arms just below my nipples, and the last one ran across my belly and arms; I was immobilised. Then I realised my pubes had been shaved as had the rest of my body; apart from my blonde hair my small, lily-white body was totally hairless. I started to panic, my heartbeat increased and sweat broke out all over my body. But my 5 inch cock was rigid and pointing straight at my face and it was dripping precum onto the strap. Half of my buttocks were off the edge of the table so that my tiny pink pucker was fully exposed to the world. But, worst of all, I could see 2 tubes running from a nearby machine towards my body, and I could feel that they ran into my arsehole slightly stretching my sphincter while my insides were slowly being filled with warm water. The water continued to be pumped inside me; and when I tried to writhe about thinking that I couldn't take any more pressure I heard a double click. The pressure in my belly began to ease and I saw slightly dirty water running down one of the tubes towards the machine. I immediately realised that I was plumbed into a colonic irrigation machine. I'd seen a clip on youtube of two young Finnish guys in a game show attached to similar machines. When the water drained away there was another double click and my belly started to fill up again. My heart was racing now; what had I let myself in for? The machine did another 2 cycles and I could see that the water exiting my bowels was almost clear. Then the door facing me opened and in walked Parfait, he was totally naked. I couldn't take my eyes off the big, soft, uncut cock with a smooth cock-shaft that hung down over a pair of huge balls contained in a loosish, shaved, dark purple ballbag. After he'd turned to close the door I could see that, like the rest of his body, Parfait's genital area and arsehole were devoid of hair and his firm, muscled buttocks were dimpled. Soft, Parfait's cock was longer and thicker than David's cock was when it was hard. I tore my eyes away and looked up at his grinning face. When I spoke my voice quivered with anger; I couldn't hide it, although I knew that in the position I was in I was at their mercy. "You drugged me. What the hell's going on Parfait? Where am I? What are you doing to me with that machine?" "Yes, I drugged you, that way you don't know where you are, and when you leave you'll be drugged again. So, if you want to come back, or try to lead anyone here, you won't be able to find the house. If you genuinely want to come back for more sex you will have to use the web site, we'll give you a password, and we'll call your mobile to arrange to pick you up in the same way. That's our policy and I don't think you're in any position to complain. Now about the machine, you said you wanted to lose your virginity to a big black cock so to prepare you we're cleaning your insides, your boypussy, out." "But ... but, you've got me tied up; that's wrong, I was prepared to come here willingly; I'm not your captive!" The smile went from Parfait's face and his tone hardened. "Oh yes you are, you're our captive for the weekend whether you like it or not. Now keep quiet Boy and I'll explain what's happening and what's going to happen to you." I decided not to protest, I'd always been sort of submissive to other males, and I listened intently as Parfait continued. "Our boss, Monsieur Dumas, produces gay porno movies; they're mainly of young white boys being used, and/or abused, sexually by men of other races. These DVDs sell extremely well in mainland Europe, Africa, Arabian countries, eastern countries and Japan, and curiously the USA. All the indoor movies are produced here, the rooms of the house are fully equipped for all kinds of scenarios; the outdoor movies are usually produced in Portugal." Parfait paused and pointed to certain small black round things on the walls and ceiling that I hadn't really noticed before. "Those are cameras, they're filming you now; actually you've been filmed from the time you arrived at the train station. You were filmed from the moment you came into the car park. Then, when you'd passed out, Claude and Fabrice came out of the van that was parked near to the car, if you remember it, and got in the back with you. They stripped you, and then they examined your body in careful detail and took measurements of your genitals while your cock was still hard. We'd added something to the coke that quickly made your cock go soft and then they measured it again; everything was filmed! When we got to the house you were carried into here naked. Then after your body was shaved, to make you look younger and to make the contrast between our skins colouring more pronounced, you were given a full medical. Blood tests, heart tests, everything. Your temperature was taken by inserting a long, thick rectal thermometer into your boycunt; and a urine sample was taken

via a wide catheter inserted into your soft little cock." Parfait paused, lowered his head by my ear and whispered, so the cameras wouldn't pick up his voice I guessed. "From now own you'll be called Boy or worse, and the language we use will get filthy; our customers like it that way!" As he spoke I looked up and could see that the cameras were trained on my body. I went blood red with embarrassment. After being drugged, stripped and examined I was now being filmed having my insides washed out; I began to protest but, waving a hand for me to keep quiet, Parfait continued. "Everything that happens to you here will be filmed 24/7, even when you' re shitting; you'd be amazed at what people will pay to watch." I gulped and went even redder; that sounded so gross! "But that's totally dirty, it's, it's perverted!" I gasped as the enormity of what I'd just been told hit home. Parfait ignored me and continued. "Now if you're compliant you won't be really hurt. I mean the first time I fuck you will probably be painful because you're a virgin and my cock's so big! As it will be painful when Claude and Fabrice fuck you for their first time, their cocks are bigger than mine. But the pain will go and you'll eventually start enjoying yourself; I mean you told us how you like wanking off while fucking your boycunt with your home made dildo. However if you fight what's going to happen to you you'll be in for a really hard time. This house is isolated so no one would hear your screams. Monsieur Dumas would probably prefer you to fight, boys resisting getting fucked and being forced into submission make for very interesting and very profitable movies. But I don't think you'd enjoy having your head shaved, being tied up, abused, strapped, whipped, tortured and dry-raped would you?" I didn't answer; I was trying to absorb what I'd been told. I couldn't really complain, I'd agreed to come and I was going to lose my virginity, which I'd asked for. And then I'd spend the weekend being fucked by three black guys; a shiver of anticipation ran through me. Another click interrupted Parfait and I saw that the water draining from me was crystal clear. Parfait waited until I was drained and switched off the machine before another cycle could start, and then he gently removed the tubing from my arsehole. "There you are Boy; you're clean enough to eat out! Now think about what I 've said while I sort things out." I was still trying to get used to the idea of everything being filmed when I noticed Parfait go to a cupboard and take out a pint bottle of milky liquid which he placed on a nearby table, was that something more to worry about I wondered? I didn't want to be raped; but I wanted to lose my virginity to Parfait's cock and get fucked by more big black cocks so I decided to be amenable. "I think I'll, um, go along with whatever you want to do; I don't want to get hurt but I do want to lose my virginity to you. Er, how long was I attached to the machine, er Parfait?" "About 15 minutes before you woke up; your insides will be really clean." I was still red with the embarrassment of everything being filmed. "Er, I find it embarrassing to be filmed all the time, and I'll be even more embarrassed when there are cameramen around." Parfait chuckled. "You'll soon forget the cameras are there. And this operation is state of the art; there are no cameramen, some of the cameras are remote controlled and all of the cameras beam their images to an editing suite and the films are composed there. The only people you'll see this weekend are myself and my friends Claude and Fabrice, and remember they've already seen everything you've got to offer. Oh, they think you're a very sexy young lad and they can't wait to get their hands on you, sorry, their cocks up your boycunt; but I'm fucking you first, I'm having the pleasure of taking your cherry. Now, before I untie you, you can suck my cock and get it hard so that you can see what's going to be fucking your boycunt very soon." At that Parfait came up to my head and slipping 2 bolts he dropped the head of the table so that my head hung down. Somehow being called Boy and having my arsehole called my boycunt was starting to turn me on even more. Then Parfait straddled slightly, hefted his cock, eased the loose foreskin back to reveal a slightly bulbous purple knob, and rubbed it across my lips. "Come on Boy; suck my cock until it's hard!" I opened my mouth eagerly, I wanted to taste his big black cock so much, and Parfait slipped his knob and about an inch of cock-shaft into my mouth. As I sucked on the cock I tongued the bulbous knob; within seconds Parfait' s cock started to swell and push further into my mouth. Within a couple of minutes his knob was at the entrance to my throat and I gagged slightly. Parfait pulled back until I could work on his stiffening cock more easily. As it expanded I had to stretch my mouth ever wider, and now I could feel Parfait's precum trickling down my throat. Minutes later Parfait withdrew his erect cock from my mouth and playfully slapped it across my cheeks a few times as I worked my well stretched jaw. He lifted the head of the table and bolted it back in place. "Well Boy, what do you think of my big black pudding?" I stared at it before answering; it was huge! It was much thicker than David's cock and must have been all of 10 inches long, the loose foreskin now revealing Parfait's cock-slit and half his knob. It was angled at about 45 degrees away from his toned body and had a slight inward curve. I licked my lips. "It's beautiful Parfait, but it's so big, like your balls!" I gasped, and I meant it. My cock was jerking and oozing precum as I tried to imagine it buried up my arsehole, I just hoped I could take it and prayed that it wouldn't hurt too much. Parfait gave a dirty chuckle. "Well, you've had your first taste of my big black pudding Boy, and soon your tight little boycunt will taste it too when I take your virginity!" He went to the table and bought the bottle over; he lifted my head and put the bottle to my lips. "You won't be having any solid food while you're here, it makes keeping you clean inside easier. So you'll be drinking this supplement instead, we call it love-juice, it will provide all the nourishment and vitamins your body requires. You'll feel hungry but you'll soon get used to that, all the boys we film here do. It also contains a muscle relaxant so that you'll be able to take my big black pudding a little easier; now drink slowly, and drink it all." I found out later that the drink also contained a powerful African aphrodisiac. I'd just finished drinking when a wall mounted phone rang; Parfait put the bottle down and went to answer it; when he returned he was grinning. "Change of plan Boy, I was going to pop your cherry here; but, after I've buttplugged your boycunt, you're going to meet Claude and Fabrice!" Parfait went back to the cupboard and took out a buttplug which was about the same size as David's cock was when hard. He gobbed on it a couple of times, placed it on my pucker, and pushed firmly, I yelled as it breached my sphincter; Parfait just grinned and ignored my pleas for him to stop. He kept up the pressure until my sphincter closed around the narrow bit. I was sweating and gasping for breath as Parfait started to unstrap me from the stirrups and then the table. When I was free he helped me stand and supported me until I got my balance. Then Parfait moved behind me, put his hands on my shoulders and directed me to the door; I could feel his stiff cock against the small of my back smearing precum on it. Although it had been really painful when he shoved the buttplug into my arsehole my cock was still hard. I walked gingerly to the door and opened it on Parfait's command. We were in a corridor and Parfait told me to open the door on the wall opposite, to the right; I did as I was told. The door opened onto a large, well lit room that was equipped like a gym, but most of the equipment seemed to be made of clear Perspex. Standing opposite me in front of a Perspex bench were two big, naked black guys with soft cocks and their arms folded across their impressive chests. I noticed a shelf behind them that held an assortment of

different sized dildos and buttplugs and other sex toys; then Parfait pushed me forwards until I was directly in front of the two black men. "These are my two friends Boy, the one on the left is Claude, he's 36, and the one on the right is Fabrice, he's 28. Take a good look, admire their bodies." Neither of them spoke, and as I looked Claude up and down he sort of glared at me. At 6 feet 4 he was a filled out version of Parfait and just as black; he was fairly good looking and built like Didier Drogba the Chelsea footballer. Claude had a well defined 6-pack, large, prominent nipples and his body and head were shaved. His soft cock was 6 inches long and very thick, his loose foreskin was pulled back and I could see a dark purple, flared knob with a big cock-slit and the corona rim of his knob was even wider than his cock-shaft. He had a pair of big balls in a tight, shaved, black ballbag, and trimmed crinkly black pubes. When he saw I'd finished looking him up and down Claude turned around, his rounded buttocks were hard, and when he bent over and pulled them apart I saw that he had a hairy arse-crack and well muscled legs. He stood back up and turned to face me, he was still glaring. I turned to look at Fabrice who was as black as the other two and handsome in a rugged way; he too was glaring at me. He was 6ft 2 and also built like Didier Drogba with an even more defined 6-pack, but he was slimmer than Claude. His nipples were even more prominent than Claude's. Fabrice's black crinkly hair was close-cropped and his body was totally smooth and hairless apart from trimmed, crinkly black pubes. His cut cock was at least 7 inches long, it wasn't quite as thick as Claude's and had a grey torpedo-shaped knob and big cock-slit; his cock-shaft seemed thickest in the middle. His balls were slightly bigger than Claude's, but not as big as Parfait's which were huge, and were housed in a looser, shaved ballbag. When Fabrice turned and bent over like Claude had, I saw that he had dimpled, well muscled buttocks and a hairless arse-crack revealing a deep purple pucker. My mouth had gone dry; their cocks were so big soft I wondered how much bigger their cocks would be when they were hard. I began to have serious doubts that I'd be able to take any of them up my arsehole. But my still rigid cock was jerking in anticipation, and my precum was dribbling down my cock-shaft and dripping onto the floor. Claude and Fabrice climbed up onto the bench and stood facing me with their legs slightly apart; that brought their cocks about level with my mouth. I'd just noticed there were a couple of cameras embedded in the bench when Parfait slapped my buttocks and barked out an order. "Okay Boy, suck their big black cocks, get them hard; start with Fabrice!" I moved forwards and hefted Fabrice's cut cock in one hand while I put my other hand on his hard muscular thigh for balance. Ducking forwards I ran my tongue over his knob several times savouring his flavour before engulfing his knob with my mouth. If I was going to do it I might as well enjoy it I thought to myself. Seconds later Parfait eased the buttplug from my arsehole, pulled my buttocks apart, and started to eat me out! I moaned with growing pleasure around Fabrice's stiffening cock. After seeing the photos of the black men rimming the white boys I'd tried to imagine what it felt like. I'd never imagined it would feel so good and precum oozed from my stiff cock as Parfait's tongue worked its magic. All three of the men were talking dirty as I worked on Fabrice's cock which was lengthening and thickening. I had to stretch my jaws wider to accommodate it and I was producing so much saliva that it was leaking from my mouth. Parfait removed his tongue from my arsehole and replaced it with one, then two and finally a third long finger and he began to stretch my sphincter; it felt funny but also made me feel sexy. Fabrice's cock was filling my mouth to capacity and his precum was trickling down my throat. I was just about to pull off it when he pulled it out. I gasped for breath and worked my aching jaw as saliva dribbled from my mouth onto the floor. Fabrice whacked his cock across each cheek quite hard and growled in a deep, heavily accented voice. "Well Boy, what do you think of my big black cock?" My eyes widened as I examined Fabrice's monster black cock. It was sticking out from his body at right angles, the grey, torpedo shaped knob glistened with my saliva and his precum. As I stared a big pearl of precum oozed from his large cock-slit and I couldn't resist leaning in and licking it up. Fabrice's very veiny cock must have been 11 inches long and it was thicker than Parfait's, and the cock-shaft was thickest in the middle. I knew I'd never be able to take it up my arsehole, it was way too big. My voice trembled when I replied. "It's massive, it's bigger than Parfait's and his cock is huge. I ... er ...

don't think I'll be able to take it!" Fabrice slapped each cheek again with his massive cock. "Oh you'll take it all right Boy, whatever I have to do to force it up your little white boycunt I'll do!" I was getting frightened now, I thought I stood a slight chance of taking Parfait's big cock but Fabrice's even longer and thicker cock was another matter. I started to protest. "But ... but ... it's ..." I got no further, Fabrice grabbed my head and turned it towards Claude's uncut cock and growled. "Shut the fuck up white boy, now suck Claude's cock until it's hard; then maybe you can moan about not being able to take it! And watch you don't scrape it with your teeth, Claude doesn't like that!" I was really frightened now and as I lifted Claude's uncut cock I fought back my tears and sobbed before opening my mouth wide and taking his skinned-back, flared knob and a little of his veiny cock-shaft into it. Although I was frightened my cock was still hard and leaking precum. They were still talking dirty and calling me names, and I slowly realised that their dirty talk and name calling was turning me on. Fabrice joined Parfait and soon I couldn't work out whose, and how many, fingers were stretching my sphincter. As Claude's cock began to swell someone started to manipulate my prostate with a couple of fingers while another hand began squeezing my small balls and pulling on my ballbag. I clung tightly onto Claude's meaty thighs for support as my orgasm rapidly approached. Within seconds I groaned around Claude's cock, my body stiffened and I shuddered as my boycum shot across the bench between Claude's legs. Parfait gave a dirty laugh and called out. "That's it pussyboy, shoot your load of sweet boycum. We're only finger-fucking your tight little boycunt; just imagine how you'll cum when our big black cocks are fucking your little white boycunt!" Although I was frightened I'd never been so sexually turned on. Claude's cock was getting bigger and bigger, and eventually my mouth was stretched wider than ever and my saliva was streaming down my chin. I was having trouble breathing and I tried to pull off Claude's cock but he put a meaty hand behind my head and held me in place, so I got on with the job. There wasn't room to use my tongue on Claude's ever growing cock so I just tried to suck it as I fought back the need to gag. My jaws were stretched incredibly wide as I tried to keep my teeth from scraping against Claude's cock-shaft and

they were aching badly. My balls were released and the fingers removed from my arsehole only to be replaced by a mouth that clamped around my pucker and started tongue-fucking my arsehole. I shuddered with pleasure again as I manfully tried to cope with Claude's ever growing cock which was now leaking precum into my fully stretched mouth. It must have been Fabrice's tongue fucking my arsehole because Parfait appeared by my side and held up a buttplug for me to see. It was only 6 inches long but it was very thick, the narrow bit was as thick as David's cock was when it was hard. Parfait leaned down and purred into my ear. "This will keep your boycunt open until I take your virginity Boy!" Parfait passed the buttplug to Fabrice, then he knelt in front of me; he pulled my foreskin back and licked my knob clean which caused my half-hard cock to immediately erect. He let go of my cock, turned, and licked up all my boycum from the bench. Seconds later Fabrice stopped tongue-fucking my arsehole and steadily pushed the buttplug up it, holding it in place until my sphincter closed around the narrow (?) bit. My breathing was becoming more laboured and I couldn't open my mouth any further, it was fully stretched by Claude's cock, another huge cock I thought to myself. I was red in the face and fighting for breath and I was almost gagging, and I thought I was going to pass out when, with some difficulty, Claude eased his massively thick black cock from my mouth after reminding me to watch my teeth. When it finally exited my mouth I coughed and spluttered and fought to get my breath back as streams of saliva ran from my mouth while I worked my aching jaws. Claude lifted my chin and looked into my eyes, his voice was higher than the other two and less accented. "Now look at a truly monstrous cock pussyboy." He let me drop my head and my eyes opened even wider than before. Although no more than 9 inches long (which is long enough) Claude's black, veiny, uncut cock was the thickest of the three. It was as thick as a can of beer at the base and hardly got any thinner up the cockshaft which glistened with my saliva. Claude's loose foreskin now only covered half of his dark-purple, flared knob, and under the foreskin I could see that his corona rim was wider than any of his cock-shaft. "Oh fuck!" I gasped as I imagined Claude trying to force that enormously thick black cock up my arsehole. Then I wondered to myself what my sucking Claude's enormous cock had looked like on camera; my little white face with that enormously thick black cock filling my mouth. Wordlessly Fabrice handed me a small bottle of love-juice and I gratefully drank it as I watched Parfait place a couple of small cushions on the bench while Claude stepped off it. Then Parfait lay back on the cushions at right angles to the bench; his head and feet touching the floor, his legs apart and his huge balls hanging down against his muscled buttocks. He pushed against his black 10 inch cock until it pointed straight at the ceiling; his foreskin slowly peeled back revealing his bulbous, purple knob which glistened with precum. Fabrice took the empty bottle from me. "Right Boy, relax while we pick you up; put your arms around our shoulders for support, you're about to loose your virginity." I gulped, I was mesmerised by my predicament and in the back of my mind was a growing awareness that I wanted all 3 of the huge black cocks to fuck my arsehole at whatever cost. As Fabrice and Claude bent and took hold of my thighs with their big strong hands I put my arms around their broad shoulders. They lifted me up until my legs were almost in a splits position then effortlessly carried me to the bench. One stood either side of Parfait's legs while I looked down at Parfait's grinning face; they positioned my body until my arsehole was directly over Parfait's throbbing cock. As Parfait yanked the buttplug from my arsehole they carefully lowered me and my own body

weight forced Parfait's knob into my arsehole past my sphincter; then they held me steady. I screamed from the pain and begged them to lift me off; telling them Parfait's cock was way too big, that it would split me in two. Claude slapped my buttock hard causing me to cry out again. "Shut your mouth pussyboy or else we'll do this the hard way. After Parfait's finished with your little boycunt you'll soon be begging for our big black cocks! Now try to relax your sphincter and take the rest of Parfait's 10 inches!" Tears were trickling down my face and I fought back the sobs as they slowly let my body weight force inch after inch of Parfait's big black cock up into my arsehole. My head neck and shoulders were burning as was my arsehole; and although I was still frightened and sobbing my 5 inch cock was stiffer than it had ever been, but I wasn't producing precum. My arms slipped from their shoulders and I grabbed onto the edge of the bench for balance as I tried to relax my fully stretched sphincter. Eventually my buttocks came to rest on the top of Parfait's muscular thighs. Fabrice pulled my hairless, lily-white buttocks apart and the last little bit of Parfait's big black cock disappeared into to my arsehole. I'd done it, I'd taken all 10 inches of Parfait's big black cock up my arsehole; I was breathing deeply, and, weirdly, I felt a real sense of achievement. Claude and Fabrice let go of my legs and there I sat fully impaled on Parfait's throbbing cock. Parfait leered up at me and flexed his cock which caused me to shudder with pleasure. "Well done Boy, I'll give you a couple of minutes to get used to my big black pudding before I fuck your beautifully tight boycunt." Parfait kept flexing his cock and slowly the pain began to ease, to be replaced with the incredible feeling of having 10 inches of live, throbbing cock filling my arsehole. I stopped sobbing as Parfait's continually flexing cock sent wave after wave of pleasure through my body causing my precum to flow again. Fabrice handed me another bottle of love-juice and I eagerly drank it, my mouth had become incredibly dry. Then Claude and Fabrice arranged my legs so that my feet were by Parfait's head; that caused Parfait's cock to move about which in turn sent more waves of pleasure through my body. With Claude supporting my back Fabrice helped Parfait to stand and he cupped my buttocks in his big hands; my ankles were now resting on Parfait's broad shoulders. Fabrice got some cord from the shelf; he tied it around one of my ankles, then he passed it around Parfait's neck and finally tied it off around my other ankle. There I was still fully impaled on Parfait's big cock with my body at right angles to his. While Claude continued to support my back Parfait slowly moved forwards; his every step caused his big black cock to move about inside my arsehole which sent shivers of pleasure through my young body and caused me to moan softly. We walked the full length of the room to a gym horse and they laid me down on it with my buttocks hanging over the edge. Although it was made of Perspex it was warm and not too hard on my back. Fabrice untied the cord and Parfait grasped my ankles pulling my legs wide apart. "OK Boy, now I'm going to fuck your tight little boycunt!" With that Parfait slowly but surely withdrew his 10 inch cock from my arsehole until just his bulbous knob was left inside. It felt as if he was dragging my guts out as well, but it also felt so good. Parfait waited a few seconds and then he, just as slowly as he withdrew it, pushed his big black cock all the way back into my arsehole until his huge balls hit my lily-white buttocks. I groaned loudly with pleasure, this felt so much better than fucking myself on the handle. The pain of the initial penetration was almost gone and I thought the pain had been worth it because Parfait's cock felt so good inside my arsehole. Parfait paused then repeated the process, slowly increasing his stroke rate until he was fucking me at a steady pace and his huge balls were slapping against my buttocks. I loved it; my rigid cock was jerking about and my precum was flying everywhere as my moans and groans grew louder. As before all three men continued to talk dirty and call me names. Claude and Fabrice were standing close to my shoulders and when Parfait had a steady stroke rate going they started to fondle my small, lily-white body with their big black hands, mainly concentrating on a nipple each; my bright red nipples quickly erected. I instinctively reached out and began to play with their huge black cocks. I couldn't fully get my hand around Claude 's enormously thick cock but his loose foreskin made it easy to rub up and down the veiny cock-shaft. Both men were leaking precum which increased as I started to wank them off, and they began to moan along with me. Claude let go of my nipple and Fabrice took over, then Claude started to fondle my little balls, gently squeezing them and pulling on my ballbag while he stroked my belly. I felt as if I was going into a trance as incredible sensations coursed through my body and I felt another orgasm building. Although losing my virginity to Parfait's big black cock had been so painful at first I was now feeling nothing but pleasure as it ploughed up and down my arsehole and rubbed across my prostate. I vowed to myself that I'd never use the handle to fuck my arsehole again; I'd wait and find some man to fuck me instead. The sound of Parfait's voice bought me back to reality. "Fucking hell Boy, your little boycunt is so incredibly tight, so hot; fucking it is turning me on! I'm going fill it full of spunk and then fuck you again!" But I beat him to it, I gave a loud groan and boycum shot from my cock straight up my body. The first of four thin ropes of boycum landed on my face and in my hair, the rest worked their way down my heaving body. And as the last drops of boycum dribbled from my cock-slit Claude leant in and after easing my foreskin back he swallowed my cock and balls, and then he sucked hard keeping my cock stiff and I moaned again. Inevitably my sphincter had spasmed uncontrollably around Parfait's cock-shaft as I shot my load causing Parfait to groan out loud. "OH FUCK BOY! Get ready, here it comes!" Parfait grabbed my hips and pulled me further onto his throbbing, jerking cock while pushing it as far as he could into my arsehole. I felt him shudder, then his hips bucked and I felt the hot licks of his spunk splattering against my colon walls. Fabrice meanwhile was lapping up all my boycum from my body. Claude released my stiff cock and he and Fabrice moved up and took it in turns to French me; I eagerly responded, sucking hard on their thick tongues. Before Parfait finally stopped cumming, (I think he shot 8 or 9 thick ropes of spunk in total), he yanked his cock from my arsehole and shot a couple of ropes of thick spunk onto my pucker; for the cameras I guessed. Then Parfait rammed the full 10 inches of his still stiff black cock straight back into my arsehole. "Take my big black pudding up your white boycunt you dirty little pussyboy! I'm going to fuck another load of mancum into you!" Parfait yelled as I groaned sexily into Claude's mouth. I was surprised that I'd hardly experienced any pain when Parfait forced his big black cock back into my arsehole. Then, when his cock was as far into my arsehole as it could go, Parfait called out again. "Fabrice, lube up your thick11 inch cock and come and stick it up my arsehole; then I can fuck myself on your cock while I fuck this little white pussyboy's boycunt again." As Fabrice moved behind Parfait Claude came and stood behind my head, and he laid his enormously thick black cock lengthways down my lily-white face so that his dark-purple knob lay across my lips. I didn't need any instructions; I opened wide; luckily Claude rested just his big flared knob on my tongue and I sucked on it like a lollipop. I heard Parfait grunt and gasp " Oh fuck!" and at the same time his still hard cock seemed to push further into my arsehole, I guessed Fabrice had shoved his thick 11 inch cock straight into Parfait's arsehole. (I found out later that from the age of 14 Parfait had been regularly fucked by the other two; now he especially enjoys fucking young white boys while either Claude or Fabrice fuck him.) "OK Fabrice, pull out a bit so I can fuck myself on your big cock." Fabrice must have pulled back because Parfait started to fuck my arsehole again and his big black cock was soon ploughing up and down my arsehole; Parfait's spunk from his first orgasm causing it to make a squelching sound. Parfait was fucking my arsehole harder and faster than the first time and I grasped the sides of the horse to stop my slight body being pushed forwards as Parfait's meaty thighs and huge balls slapped against my hairless lily-white buttocks. Soon we were all moaning and groaning and sweating heavily. All the time the men continued to talk dirty and call me names. Claude's huge cock was leaking a prodigious amount of precum into my mouth and I swallowed it eagerly, enjoying the faint salty taste. I was really getting into Parfait's cock fucking my arsehole and my rigid little cock was bouncing about and leaking precum. I was sucking hard on Claude's huge knob and greedily swallowing his precum which flowed steadily from his wide cock-slit. Then Claude eased his knob from my mouth and snarled. "Here you go you dirty little cocksucker, close your eyes and take my big load of juicy mancum!" With that he aimed his black, massively thick, 9 inch cock at my face and tossed it a couple of times. I saw a thick rope of yellowish spunk shoot from his cock onto my chest before I closed my eyes. I felt four more shots of spunk landing in my hair and on my face as Claude adjusted his aim; then he snarled again. "Open up pussyboy." I opened my mouth wide and Claude positioned his cock so that it pointed straight at my gaping mouth and two more jets of spunk shot from his cock-slit into my mouth and I eagerly swallowed them; Claude's spunk had a strong tangy flavour, and I loved it. Claude pushed his cock into my mouth and I sucked on his huge knob until he pulled it from my mouth. I felt a finger wipe across my right eye-lid and then I opened my eyes. Claude leered down at me before dropping his head and starting to lick up all his spunk from my body and face. When he was done he squeezed my cheeks so that I opened up again and then he let his spunk drip from his mouth into mine, of course I swallowed it all. Meanwhile Parfait's 10 inch cock was still squelching its way up and down my arsehole giving my prostate a real pounding. Having fed me his spunk Claude went to my side and after spitting into his hand, he reached for my jerking, 5 inch cock and started to wank it sensuously; rubbing his saliva coated palm around my bulbous knob on the up-stroke. It only took half a dozen strokes before my body stiffened, I groaned loudly, my cock swelled, and my watery boycum shot from my cock-slit and splattered down on my body. Claude let go off my jerking cock and waited a few seconds (for the cameras to capture film of my spunk stained body I supposed) before licking up my boycum and drip-feeding it to me before frenching me. My cock softened slightly then stiffened again as Parfait's 10 incher continued to pound against my prostate. I couldn't believe my cock was hard again; of course I didn't know about the aphrodisiacal properties of the love-juice yet. Claude broke our kiss, cradled my head in his meaty hand, and helped me to drink another bottle of the love-juice. I'd just finished drinking when I heard Fabrice call out. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He yanked his cock from Parfait's arsehole causing Parfait to gasp, then Fabrice came up to my head, his throbbing 11 inch cock in his hand. "Close your eyes pussyboy!" he growled. I quickly closed my eyes and felt rope after rope of his hot, thick spunk raining down on my face; Like Claude he shot 6 or 7 ropes. When he'd finished shooting fingers cleared my eyes and Fabrice lapped up his spunk from my face, neck, and hair and then he drip fed it to me just as Claude had; it was strong tasting, but not as strong as Claude's. I'd just swallowed the last drop of Fabrice's thick, tasty spunk when Parfait groaned loudly; he pulled on my hips and I felt his cock swell and a couple of ropes of spunk hit my colon walls before Parfait yanked his cock from my arsehole and continued to shoot his load, this time onto my gaping pucker. "There you go you little white pussyboy, I'm coating your boycunt's lips with my mancum!" When Parfait finished cumming he yanked his cock from my arsehole and rammed the large buttplug straight up my arsehole causing me to yelp; more with surprise than pain because my pucker was still quite open. I lay back spent and exhausted, but totally satisfied sexually; even though my cock was still quite hard. By the time Parfait had started fucking my arsehole for the second time I'd known that what I wanted, craved for, were big cocks fucking my arsehole. The incredible sensations a big thick cock ploughing up and down my arsehole caused me far outweighed the pain caused by the initial penetration. And I'd never had such mind-blowing orgasms ever before in my young life. However I was still frightened by the size of Fabrice's and Claude's cocks; but I wanted to feel them inside my arsehole so bad. Parfait came and stood by head and offered me his half-hard cock. "Open up pussyboy, clean my spunk and your boycunt juices off my big black pudding." Although Parfait's cock had just come out of my arsehole I didn't hesitate, and I was soon slurping on it, savouring the erotic tastes of Parfait's spunk and my body juices. Parfait's cock stayed half-hard and after a couple of minutes he withdrew it. Then Fabrice scooped me up and threw me over his broad shoulder and playfully slapped my bum a couple of times. That caused the buttplug to move about inside my arsehole and I moaned with pleasure. Parfait lifted my head and frenched me, passionately but briefly. Still holding my head up so he could look into my eyes he leered. "Well Boy, you've well and truly lost your virginity, and I have to say that was one of the tightest, hottest boycunts I've ever had the pleasure of fucking. And I hope to fuck it many more times. Now for the second part of your education; OK Fabrice, let's take this little white pussyboy to the special bedroom." I gulped and wondered what was going to happen to me next, but secretly I was pleased at Parfait's praise.

End of part one; I hope you enjoyed it. Any comments to INSILVA92@aol.com