Its a Hard Life

By moc.liamg@wtfecirdeirfnekcihc

Published on Dec 28, 2010

Gay

The following story is an erotic work of fiction. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject matter contained herein do not read any further. Any similarity to real people and/ or places is purely coincidental.

So here it is- my sequel. It's taken long enough... Anyone with any suggestions please email chickenfriedriceftw@gmail.com, any new ideas are always useful- see end of chapter for specific dilema.

Again guys, sorry for the cheesy title.

*** Chapter Two. Richie and I obediently followed out of the door. I was totally naked apart from the intact, if soaked, boxers over my crotch from which protruded my own cock. I felt totally at ease next to Harry. He swaggered despite his lack of clothes. Richie- fully clothed- snapped the screen on his camera shut. "That should keep them happy. You didn't mind me videoing did ya?" he paused, but not long enough for me to reply, "You were well good though, most guys he fucks end up crying on the floor. Can't wait `til my go. This should be good. George always looks hot..."

He was obviously nervous. He was babbling really quickly. If I had had more practise, I would have said something reassuring to put him at ease. I wanted to put him at ease; he would be probably go easier on me that way.

Instead of anything reassuring I went with "Yeah," but quickly added "I can't wait for you either." This seemed to have the desired effect and, on the way down the stairs, he put his arm over my shoulder. I turned to look at him and he planted a quick peck on my lips. I couldn't help but grin. He reached down and slapped my ass playfully, causing my buttocks to wobble slightly.

Harry opened the door, waited for us to walk through and locked it behind us. "Don't you two go and get too sloppy, it spoils the show. And don't forget your girlfriend Richie- you got `commitments'." Richie obviously wasn't getting on to well with his girlfriend from his reaction to that, but still he took his arm off my shoulders.

Mr. Richards had left the door to his house unlocked. As we walked in there was a note in his hall which read: `we're upstairs, lads'. I followed the other two up the stairs and looked around.

In a bedroom off the landing, George was laid out on his back- his legs supported by Mr. Richards' large shoulders. The man must've been only in his late twenties. He clearly went to the gym often as his biceps were bulging, his pecs were flexing and his abs were framed by a v shape contour leading the eye down. It was clear he was hung from George's screams and from the distance he pulled back after thrusting without there even being a hint of him running out of cock.

George's skinny body shuddered with excitement and his emerald eyes glistened. As he saw Harry come up the stairs, George said "Hey babe, come in here. Bring your mates." I followed Harry into the bedroom and George seemed only a little surprised to see me. "Guess you finally heard about all the hot boys you can get around here." He said, clearly directing the statement at me I could barely manage a nod. He chuckled a little and slapped the mattress beside him. "I take it Harry's had his turn with ya. He came over my face on our first time too. Come and lay down here then Richie can have his go."

I laid next to him as he gestured and waited for Richie to take his position. He needed no encouragement and soon got undressed. Richie's body was very similar to Harry's, except from his face and cropped blonde hair. His cock was also a little thinner, if a little longer and he was considerably less hairy. His behaviour was only a little more sedate.

Soon, he had all his clothes off and his cock lined up to penetrate me. It was lubed with copious amounts of his own precum which oozed from his dick. He grunted a pushed forward violently with his hips and soon my body felt full again. Richie oozed as much masculinity as Harry but managed to be somewhat tenderer with me than his friend had been. He was firm, not violent, and I loved it.

About a minute into the fucking, at to my surprise, George twisted my face over towards him and kissed my lips passionately. I let my guard down and his tongue entered my mouth. He tried to joust with my tongue but I was slow on the uptake. Eventually our tongues were all over each other and I forgot all about Richie for the time being.

Harry was obviously getting desperate for some action. Eventually, he knelt above our heads and laid his cock between our mouths. This was only a small obstacle, however, as our tongues journeyed around the shaft and gathered the precum it spewed before delivering it to each other's waiting mouths. Soon, we gave up pretending we were kissing and instead collaborated in the pleasuring of Harry.

He didn't seem displeased about this and was soon dribbling more of his juice over my already juice covered face. Annoyed by the distraction of their cum vessels, Richie and Mr. Richards began to thrust and moan more aggressively until me and George began to whimper in unison.

Harry looked around the scene before him and reached quickly for Richie's camera. He began by taking a shot of the fucking as a whole then focusing on the face of each individual participant. By the time this was done Mr. Richards was preparing to dump his load deep within George, who was now talking to me between whimpers.

"I really... want it... to feel it... inside of me...you know... what I mean?" asked George. I nodded- I did. I wanted Richie to cum in me, for his seed to join Harry's in the depths of my body. Mr. Richards began to groan louder and louder and I assumed from George's face that the twenty-something stud was about to cum. Mr. Richards roared the roar of caged beast. It sent my spine into spasm and must've woken half the village. George was moaning almost as loud, but not in pain. His emotions were clear- he was in ecstasy.

George's cum spurted from his cock. The first thick white splatter landed on his face; on one of his cheeks where it began to slowly slide toward his ear. The second landed on one of his soft nipples whilst the next few landed around his belly button. It was then I noticed how exquisite his body was. He's slim and, like me, you could just see the lump where his ribcage ended. We both had pale skin, but, unlike me, George's body was totally hairless. I had to shave regularly to keep my body hair short but he was completely bare. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to taste it.

Fuck it, I thought. I leant forward and licked the cum of his face in one movement. "Ohh yeah, you cum slut, take it!" shouted Richie. So he liked this, did he? Maybe I would have to taste some more.

I kissed George passionately, then whispered in his ear: "Feed it to me." He scooped up the glob of cum on his nipple and fed it to me. I can't really describe the taste- it made me go a bit delirious and I'm afraid my memories are little faint but I'm sure it was... enjoyable. Mr. Richards pulled out of George and walked over to Harry. He forced the guy who had fucked me onto his knees and made him clean the juice off his cock.

George climbed up and was knelt with his legs either side of me and with his cock handing over my chest. He was presenting my tongue with his stomach. I quickly lapped up the juice as cat does milk. George shifted his hips upward, causing his cock to hang before me. I hurriedly engulfed that too. It was not unlike Harry's except in that it felt more fragrant than masculine. Sucking on Harry had felt like sucking on beef, whereas sucking on George was more like sucking on a lollipop. He was almost sweet.

I was brought out of my trance by the drip I felt on my chest. Mr. Richards' sperm had obviously given up on finding an egg to impregnate in George's ass, instead succumbing to gravity and falling- with a faint plop- between my nipples. I felt Richie's cock swell a little between thrusts and his balls must've tightened because they slapped me softer when he pounded into me. I looked up into George's big eyes just as Richie started to fill my hole with its second serving of cum of the night. George realised what was happening and reached behind him to tug gently on my shaft. I came almost instantaneously. The first spurt must've landed on George's back because I never felt it land on me. The rest spewed over my chest and stomach.

Richie pulled out. I felt the cum start to trickle out of my hole as Richie pushed in front of George and presented me with his cock to suck. I swallowed it once, cleaning all the juices off it and replacing them with my own saliva, before he again pulled out of me and kissed me briefly on the lips.

"Thanks for the fuck," he began, "but I really gotta go home now." With that he climbed off the bed and pulled on his clothes. He looked a little dishevelled as he hurried out the room clutching his camcorder, making him look still hotter in a scruffy kind of way.

"Now I got you all to myself." declared George. He reached forward to embrace me and the cum and sweat on our bodies stuck us together. Our legs intertwined and George broke the kiss. He began licking Harry's dry cum off my face as we settled down to watch Mr. Richards get his way with Harry.

"Bend over that chair and show me your tight boy pussy." commanded Mr. Richards.

Harry noticed we were watching. "Fuck off, I don't take no cock." he replied.

Mr. Richards glanced over at us. "Afraid your sluts will start getting ideas if they see you with a hard cock in your hole?"

"Fuck off." repeated Harry.

"Do I have to tell them how you came round here and begged for your sixteenth `birthday present' all them months ago?" the older man asked. "Please sir, I'm legal now. Please let me take your cock. Fuck me like you do them other boys." he mimicked.

Harry looked over at us. "If you tell anyone about this, I'll show the videos of you two getting fucked to everyone at school. Got it?"

"Yeah." we mumbled back. I always enjoyed getting threatened by Harry. He never understood that we wanted nothing more than to submit to him. Or maybe he did and that was why he did it so much...

Mr. Richards shoved Harry roughly over a chair. He looked uncomfortable, but obviously he daredn't defy the older man. I was disappointed- I could no longer gaze lustfully at his inverted triangle of thick body hair. His back was totally hairless. Even when he was bent over though, the nine inches of Harry's cock could not be hidden. It stuck out from the rest of his body, begging for attention.

Mr. Richards was more impressive though. His protruded about a foot from the rest of his body, the body itself was coated in muscles- an impressive six-pack, pecs so large he could've worn a small bra and biceps which pulsed and flexed gently as he moved his arms. I looked at George with a new found respect. He had been taking that cock when we walked in. I knew I would've been making considerably more noise if that thing had been penetrating me.

Mr. Richards pressed his cock head gently up against Harry's hole. It seemed like he was going to take it easy on Harry and I was almost disappointed until suddenly, and without warning, the cock shot forward. There was very little delay between the sight of the twelve incher penetrating Harry and the scream of pleasure and of pain the boy let out.

We were all still young and inexperienced. Despite this Harry took the cock like a pro- he thrust himself back in time with the older man and was soon causing him to moan repetitively and rather loudly.

George's tongue again entered my mouth. He had finished cleaning off Harry's mess and now our tongues were performing a complicated dance. His tongue had a texture similar to mousse (white chocolate is my favourite flavour). As we kissed, my hands explored his body and I felt how beautifully smooth and soft it was. I couldn't find a strand of hair on his whole body.

"Where did all your hair go?" I asked, curious.

"Mr. Richards made me get waxed," the boy replied, "He'll probably make you get it done too... Don't worry I'll do it for you, Harry did mine and he wasn't exactly gentle."

"So you two are friends then?" I asked.

"Well we were, but one night I slept over his house while his parents were away. He started waving his cock about and I grabbed hold of it. When he realised I liked his dick, he bent me over and made me take it all in." George explained.

"Do you still enjoy all this?"

"Yeah, apart from when it gets too much..."

"And how did that man get involved?"

"He heard me scream as Harry fucked me that night. He came over, threw Harry off me and took over himself. I'm not quite sure what's going on between Harry and Mr. Richards, but they seem to have history."

"Oooh, okay thanks." So George was bit like me too... I snuggled closer into his grip and we resumed watching the drama as Harry got pounded.

Harry's face had gone red as he took the older man's larger cock, but he still seemed to be enjoying it. Mr. Richards was obviously getting nearer to orgasm- he was grunting louder and fucking Harry with a slower yet more powerful motion. The sight of the older man made me shiver. I wondered if he'd ever make me bend over and take him like that. Part of me didn't want him to but another part told me that I'd love it if he did.

I wish I could've been in Harry's body to feel the man ejaculate inside me, but I just watched as the surplus dribbled out between Harry's hole and the object that filled it. Mr. Richards let out his loudest groan yet and then beckoned to us.

"Get over here, sluts, and lick up this spunk before it gets my carpet dirty." We didn't need telling twice. I let George clean off the man's thick tool as I gently cleaned around Harry's hole. I wasn't sure if I liked the idea of having my tongue that close to another guy's ass but I didn't dare take my tongue away.

Soon, Harry hit me out of the way. "I don't want your tongue anywhere near my hole." He said. He turned around and I quickly engulfed his cock. "Ha, you're such a cocksucker." He declared and ruffled my hair... almost affectionately.

He was right- I loved sucking on his hard meat and looking up his hairy body and into his face as he sneered down at me. It was nice to feel like some one else was in charge. It took away my responsibilities I guess.

"Enough of this," Declared Mr. Richards, "Harry, you'll be sleeping with me tonight- and you two can sleep here." He turned to Harry: "I don't think you'll be getting much sleep tonight." *** Please, please send me feedback/ suggestions. I'm also unsure whether to change the names of my characters- it would be bad news for me were my authorship to be discovered, but with the real names, it just feels right... Thoughts? Feelings? Email chickenfriedriceftw@gmail.com

Next: Chapter 3


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