THE LABOURER by Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part 14
Craig kind of wrapped himself around me. They were only single-sized beds, and we're both big guys, so we were close - and I mean close: intimately close. At first I thought he'd kind of spoon up behind me, but he wriggled and manoeuvred until we were facing each other. He raised his thigh up between my legs (very gently, so as not to hit my balls!) and it was a wholly new sensation, and one I very much liked, to have his hairy skin pressing warmly into my sore asshole and the tender area down there between it and my sac. Our dicks were close together, and as I began to get an erection, it felt good to feel it slide up between both sets of hard, firm belly muscles, just as his slid up between us, too.
His warm breath was exciting the skin on my shoulder, and his total physical presence so close to me was almost overwhelming. I'd never experienced anything like this before. Moving his face next to mine, he gently stroked my head with one of his hands, and whispered "So it was OK? You really aren't hurt? I didn't fuck anyone tonight in case you needed help - but from the way you walked in you didn't seem to be hurting too much...."
"No..."
"You don't sound very sure, Steve."
"Look, I don't want to talk about it, OK?"
"No, Steve, it's not OK. I thought we were going to become real buddies, proper friends. And if you can't tell a buddy about what happened to you...."
"Hell, man, I want you as a friend, sure. But I can't talk about this. It was too shaming."
"Oh Steve, you are really messed up! I thought you were a bit peculiar going on about wanting to be caned and tawsed so you really used your body..."
"There's nothing wrong with that!", I cut in.
"Hey, there you go again, being so sensitive. Look, perhaps it's because I've been indentured against my will, but there's no way that I want a guy tawsing and caning me! It used to be a 'cruel and unusual punishment' that the Constitution outlawed - but only when it's applied to men now, apparently, not to indentured servants. So of course I think it's a bit odd that you did it voluntarily. But then, there are some guys who like pain, who like that kind of thing... It's just that I hadn't got you marked down as one of them."
"I'm not... I just wanted to use my body, to really work hard, and that's why they were supposed to 'encourage' me.... But this...
"Sure... But it's this 'shame' thing I'm worried about - how can anything be 'shaming' when it's done to you involuntarily?"
"But they fucked me, Craig. And then they got young Joey to fuck me... and then.... then.... then they made me drink Rob's piss..... And then they got me to fuck Joey..."
"So?"
"Well, it's all disgusting - fucking me, making me have sex with a kid, and the piss...."
"Oh Steve, grow up, will you? Look, there are several things you need to get straight in your mind. First, sex between guys is OK, it's great, it's the best - there's nothing to be ashamed about! It's what any two guys ought to do together, if they even vaguely like each other."
"Yes, but they made me do it, they had me tied down, I didn't want to have Rob up me...."
"Oh grow up! It didn't do you any harm, did it? Look, I'm a top, like you, and I don't usually take it up the ass. But if I have to, it's no big deal. Too many men are hung up about something that's only natural, after all. Men are always keen to show their sexuality, and their power over other men, and so it's only to be expected that they'll fuck each other if they can."
"Yes, but Joey.. He's a kid.... And I had to fuck him, and he had to fuck me..."
"Oh Steve, he's not a kid! He's sixteen. He's a man.
And if he was capable of getting an erection and sticking it in you, that proves it. So it was no worse to have him fuck you than it was to have Rob do it. And probably less of a problem for you, too - he's well built, but I expect his dick was still not as big as a fully grown man. And as for you fucking him, well, the same thing holds good - he's a man, just like you. And there's no problem with one guy fucking another. And I bet he wanted you to do it, didn't he?"
"I don't know. Mister Rooney ordered him to kneel there, and then told me to fuck him."
"No, Steve, mark my words - the little wretch enjoyed it! He's a real bottom: he wants all the guys to fuck him, and he's had almost all of us up him. And wasn't he trying to suck your dick the other day when there was all that trouble? He wants to get his lips around every guy's dick here, too. And good luck to him, too - he doesn't have much pleasure in life working here as an indentured servant, when he ought to be at High School, so if he gets a bit of compensation from having sex, sex that he enjoys, where's the harm?"
"But they made us do it for their amusement... I had to fuck him in front of Master Rob, and Mister Rooney..."
"Oh come on, Steve! You're the one who's proud of his body. You're the one who's always going on about using his muscles to their fullest, really wanting to make the best use of everything he has.... How can you mind doing something as natural as fucking a guy in front of those others? Weren't you proud of the way you used your body to really fuck Joey? Weren't you pleased to be showing them the power in your butt and thighs as you pounded in and out... And, you know, I think you're secretly proud of that dick of yours.... It is nice and thick and long...."
As he said this, Craig moved his hand between our bodies, and started to gently stroke me. My already hard dick strained even more, and I moaned quietly. Craig was fiddling around a little, then something that I'd never experienced before happened - something warm and soft, and yet firm, was pressed all along my dick - and then Craig's hand started to stroke it.
I gasped in pleasure, and Craig murmured "There... You are a big boy... I'm pretty well hung, but yours is even longer than mine.... Do you like the feel of it, Steve, do you like our dicks pressed together?"
"Oh... yes...."
Craig moved his body again, so we were pressed even closer together, and our two dicks were squeezed even tighter between our bellies. He gently began to move his body up and down in the bed - only an inch or so - but the effect was to masturbate both our dicks, using out firm stomach muscles rather than our hands. It wasn't just the sensation from my dick that was so totally overwhelming - it was the whole way it was being done, using our skin, and having our dicks so close together. I couldn't help gasping with excitement, and pleasure, as it went on and on.
"Craig... Stop... Please...."
"Why?"
"I'm going to cum...."
"So cum, then... So am I....."
I think we shot simultaneously, but it wasn't enough to stop Craig continuing to move his body up and down.
I'm really sensitive when I've shot my load, and even though I was completely lubricated by our cum as our dicks slid over our bodies, I moaned and gasped and groaned with the sheer sensation of it all. When he did finally stop we were both laughing, softly, and almost helplessly, as we lay together, the scent of our cum wafting up to us from under the blanket.
I felt serious again, though. "But OK, you may be right about the fucking... But drinking Rob's piss...."
"Oh stop whining, Steve! It hasn't hurt you, has it? It's perfectly sterile, you know."
"Rooney did say that..."
"And he's right. You might not have liked the taste.... I don't much like it myself.... But there's no harm in it. Just don't drink the piss of a guy who's been eating asparagus, and who's one of the sensitive ones..."
"What are you going on about, Craig?"
"Well about half the guys in the world get the most foul tasting piss imaginable if they have even the tiniest bit of asparagus... It's some sort of chemical reaction in their bodies... Believe me, you don't want to have any of that anywhere near you! Haven't you ever stood by a guy at a urinal with absolutely foul smelling piss?"
"I can't say I have. I try not to notice what other guys are doing in the rest rooms..."
"There you go again, Steve.... Your deprived childhood again, not being allowed to be interested in other guys! You should always pay attention to what the next guy is doing in a rest room - you need to compare his dick with yours, see who's biggest, maybe even see if he's interested in hooking up...."
I thought he was joking, but it seemed he was serious!
He went on "Seriously, though, it's only a power thing - they were just showing that the control you totally, that they can do what they like with you, that they're in control, and that you have to take it.
They're stupid really - making a guy drink your piss is a power trip, but it's just not as much fun on the sensation scale as having him suck your dick, or take your dick up his ass, or down his throat! Believe me!"
"You've made guys drink your piss, Craig?"
"Sure. Why not? I'm bigger, stronger, in control - you need to try all this stuff out, and see what you like doing. Personally it doesn't turn me on much, so I just fuck guys, generally - down the throat, or up the ass. I guess I like the feeling of a nice ass gripping my dick more than the feeling of a guy's throat retching and gagging, but the power thing's much the same - I'm making him take my dick."
He yawned then, and went on "But look, it's getting late, and we have to work tomorrow... Do you want me to stay here or to go back to my own bed?"
I thought long and hard. It want all that comfortable cramped together, and it was difficult enough to sleep in the narrow beds with only one of me in it. I knew I wouldn't sleep well with Craig's big body as well, but, on the other hand, having a man like this so close, feeling his hard body against mine, smelling his scent, feeling his breath on my skin, it was all just so amazing. I'd thought at one time that you never really ever touched other guys. Then I'd thought it was OK to fuck them. But now I was discovering that there was another thing that guys could do together - just to actually be together, to hold each other, to experience the sheer closeness of male to male bonding.
"Stay, please", I muttered.
Of course I now see that Craig was used to this - he sometimes slept with the guys he fucked, and knew what to do. Gently pushing and pulling at me he got me turned onto my side, then did indeed "spoon up" behind me, putting his arm over me and letting his hand lie almost companionably on my belly. I could feel his dick nuzzling at my ass crack, and it was somehow so comforting - not threatening at all, just right, just as you wanted another man to be when he was close to you.
I didn't sleep all that well, though - for one thing I'm just not used to having another person that close - the women I'd fucked had never stayed the night. And for another I kept waking with the most amazing erections, as my body responded to the closeness of Craig.
All of a sudden, life seemed to be looking up. My body was totally adapted to the hard, unremitting work, and I usually only got a couple of strokes of the tawse and cane each day, as if to remind me that I needed to keep up with it all. But most of all, I had Craig: he would never let me fuck him, as he kept reminding me that he was a top, but every other night we'd sleep together and share that fantastic intimacy that only men who really like each other can. We'd play with each other, nipping at our tits, licking our skin, gently biting the soft flesh under our pits, and then jerking each other off - even sometimes sliding our dicks between each others thighs to do that, and sometimes using our hard bellies. We kissed, stroked and caressed each other almost constantly as we lay there, but best of all we talked - whispering and giggling about how our bodies felt, and exchanging all sorts of intimate thoughts. I'd never been this close to anyone before, not my parents, not any of the women I'd been with, not even Rob, and was constantly amazed and delighted at how just being wit Craig seemed to somehow light up my whole life.
The other nights we fucked the other guys, as before, and I was now revelling in taking a man hard. In some ways it was better than being in bed with Craig, but in other ways it was worse: the actual sexual charge from pounding into a guy is of course immense, and I did like to have them in my power, skewered on my dick, but it's all over very quickly and without all the touching and caressing, it was lacking in some ways.
And the next time Rob visited Rooney, about a month later, it wasn't so bad either - when I was taken into the big living room both men had been talking, apparently seriously, and it was as if fucking me was just a formality, something to remind me of my status and not something that gave them a pleasure from deriving new humiliations, as it had before. I just lay there on the horse as Rob fucked me, and then I was dismissed.
The next day, though, I was surprised when the truck that delivered us to the various sites stopped at Rob's house, and the overseer told Craig and me to get out. He then explained that there was a lot of manual labour involved in renewing all the paving around Rob's pool, work that couldn't use a machine as it was in a fenced-off area. Craig and I were therefore going to do it, pushing all the old paving in barrows through the yard and loading it into dumpsters, then wheeling the new paving back from where it was stacked on the drive, and laying it.
"I've got a message from Mister Rooney to you two", he finished. "He says that Master Rob is used to punishing servants, and so he is going to supervise you - he will set you a quota each morning before he goes to the office, then will tawse or cane you when he gets back if the work is not complete, as it's not worth assigning an overseer for a two-man job. And you're to sleep here all week until the work is finished - Master Rob is going to find you somewhere to bed down in the pool house." As he said this he handed us a case of the chow bars on which we were fed, and waited to hand us over formally to Rob.
Rob instructed us what to do, and you'd never have thought that at one time we'd been real buddies - he just treated me like dirt, like you'd treat any other labourer or indentured servant, snapping orders at both Craig and me equally, and then warning us that if we hadn't finished the area he'd marked out by the time we got back from the office, we could expect to feel the cane. Craig and I kind of shrugged, as we were used to that - and we didn't think we had much to fear from Rob as he wasn't as expert at really using the cane to cause maximum pain, as the overseers were. But just as he was about to leave, Karen came out onto the terrace.
She didn't even acknowledge me in any way, even though I was still recognisable in spite of my bigger frame and cropped hair. But then, she'd never really liked me, and did her best to ignore me even when I was Rob's best bud. She whispered something to Rob, who came stalking back over to us. "My wife has reminded me that you're going to have to get in and out of the pool all day to deal with the edging", he remarked. "Now, go and take a leak, as there's some special clothing you need to wear."
Craig and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and walked over to the bushes along the edge and started to piss. I distinctly heard Karen say to Rob "There! That proves it! I always said that friend of yours was an animal, and look at him, excreting in public like that! I told you it was imperative that we got that protective clothing - I was lucky I was reading that article in 'Today's Servant' at the hairdressers: it would have been disgusting otherwise!"
"Karen, are you sure, I mean, they're going to be here all day, and I don' like to think..."
"Oh don't be such a wimp, Rob! They're indentured servants. You even own the indenture of one of them. Now get over there and tell them to put them on!"
Rob came over to us, and got some things out of his pocket and handed them to us. "Right - out of those shorts, and put these on", he commanded.
"There" looked like condoms after they've been used - thin skins of latex, just hanging there. Craig and I just stared at them in astonishment. "I'm late already!" Rob barked, "And if you two fuckers don't do as I say right now, I'll be even later. And if I get too late, I may as well stay here and beat the shit out of you rather than sit in the traffic! So drop those shorts, and put these on - on your dicks, obviously!"
"But why...?" Craig began. I was surprised by this, as Craig usually kept his mouth shut and just did as he was told, reckoning that this was the easiest way to get through life.
"You fucking do as you're told, without asking 'why?' Now, drop those shorts!" I suppose I should have been used by now to the way that things were never explained to indentured servants - we were just supposed to obey, and that was that.
With Karen standing there watching, Craig and I both reluctantly dropped our shorts and stood there in the morning sunlight feeling the tiny breeze riffling our pubes. I felt really stupid, actually - we still had on our polo shirts and heavy work boots, and somehow having those with the naked patch around our thighs made it seem almost worse than total nudity. I took the condom-thing and pulled it over my dick - it was a relatively loose fit as I was flaccid, and I thought that the latex was possibly a bit more robust than on a condom. I saw Craig doing the same thing, obviously wondering, as I was, what the hell was going on.
Rob then came and knelt down in front of me and pinched the open end of the condom thing and a little tuft of my pubes, twisted them together, and snapped a little metal clip over the them and twisted again. "There - that's you safely in, now for your bud".
He went and did the same thing to Craig, then as we stood there in front of him said "My wife noticed these in a magazine for when you have servants working around the pool, or even for plumbers doing bathrooms and so on. The sleeve stops you from pissing in the water, or using the owners' facilities! The clip holding it to your pubes is a one-use thing - when I get home tonight I'll take it off, and that will be OK. But if you men try to take it off during the day, you'll never be able to get it clipped back, so I'll know, and then there will be hell to pay. Understand?"
"Sir, what if we do need to piss?", Craig asked.
"Hold it in, boy! That's why I gave you the opportunity a minute ago. I'd try not to drink too much, either. But it's going to be a hot one, so you should be sweating a lot - especially given the amount you've got to do."
Craig and I looked at each other again, and went to pick up our shorts. "No!", Rob called. "As you're going to be in and out of the pool all the time, you don't need those. It's perfectly private around here and the neighbours won't complain. And take those polos off, too - you look ridiculous naked from the waist down!" Well, I knew that, didn't I? I always think it looks kind of funny when you see a guy's bare butt with a shirt kind of resting on the top of it.
Craig and I did as we were told, and felt even more stupid standing there with a loose condom on our dicks and our heavy work boots! But Rob just turned and walked off, telling us again to get started on the work.
Well, there was a lot to do, and Craig and I were soon sweating. But I have to say it was nice working on the edge of the pool as we could keep climbing in and out to cool off a little. But mid morning Karen came out and sat at one of the pool-side tables with a long drink - I could see that wonderful sight of condensation on the glass and hear the clinking of the ice - and proceeded to half watch us, as she leafed through one of those glossy fashion magazines. Craig and I had to crawl around laying the paving, and it was so totally fucking humiliating - I could sense here eyes staring at my ass, and knew must be looking at my balls and dick as they swung there between my thighs, swaying around as I crawled around. The bitch brought her lunch out there, too, and watched as Craig and I sat there on the edge of the pool dangling our legs in the water as we munched our chow bars. But she never offered us so much as a single grape or anything, even though there was a huge bowl of fruit on the table in front of her - I think that's the thing I almost missed most about my new life, the taste of fruit, as we were never given any at all, the chow bars being considered perfectly wholesome and balanced for us (as indeed they were - I never felt hungry, could always work really hard, and had put on a lot of muscle).
I'd always enjoyed swimming, and was really good at it, too. So after we'd eaten our meagre fare, I slipped into the water and started to power up and down, thinking to do a few lengths just for fun. At once Karen was on the edge, screaming at me and telling me to get out at once. "It's bad enough to have to have you servants in the water at all!", she snapped, "without having it polluted even more by your disgusting bodies! It's as well that Rob fixed that 'pool saver' on you this morning, or you'd have been using it as a lavatory, too, I don't doubt."
I had to pull myself up out of the water as she watched, and even when you're in Speedos that can be quite sexy as all your muscles are in use and your belly in particular stretches and really looks great. Now, wearing only the stupid condom thing, I felt completely humiliated - it wouldn't have been as bad being totally naked, as a man can always be proud of his dick in front of a woman; but with a loose condom thing on me I knew I just looked stupid, and a bit like a naughty schoolboy who couldn't be trusted not to piss in the pool.
All we could do was work on all afternoon, feeling the sun burning our butts, and getting a gradual tightening of our bladders, and both Craig and I were really pleased when Rob finally got back. He gave the seals on the clips holding the condom things to our pubes a cursory inspection, then told us we could pull them off. Both Craig and I made a dash for the bushes, and stood there gratefully pissing, even though I could hear Karen loudly complaining about this to Rob. What a bitch, I thought again as I stood there, my piss streaming out and giving me that fantastic fielding of relief you get when you really need to go. You'd have thought that the sight of two big studs standing there with their backs to her would have been exciting to her, and not something to complain about, especially when compared to Rob who I noticed was decidedly getting flabby around the waist!
Rob then took us into the pool house, and showed us a place on the hard concrete floor, next to the motor and filters, and where a whole lot of old patio furniture was stacked. "This is where you're staying tonight", he told us. "You can forage through all this junk here and use the chair seats to sleep on. And there's a bucket over there if you need to piss."
"That's OK, sir, we'll go into the bushes again.", Craig responded, trying to be helpful.
"No you won't. You have to be locked in - it's a condition of Rooney's Contracts' insurers that if their stock of indentured servants is not returned to the compound every night, then the servants have to be securely enclosed. Not that you'd get far if you did try to run, but the costs and expense of the efforts to find you might fall on Mister Rooney, and hence his insurers. So you're in here for the night - but first I'll take you to the outdoor bathroom so that you can crap...."
It was a lovely evening, with a great sunset, and Craig and I would have loved to sit outdoors and enjoy it, even if we weren't allowed in the pool. But instead of that we sat in the drab space, and it was quite unpleasantly noisy until the timer cut out the pumps around nine. Still, we didn't have to sit on the bare concrete as the chair pads were really comfortable, and as Rob hadn't returned our clothes, we had an excuse to sit there playing with each other (not that we normally needed any excuse for that!).
We were all tangled up together, asleep, when we were woken by the sound of a lot of banging around outside and then of the key in the lock of the pool room door.
The light came on - a feeble single bulb - and there in the shadows was Rob. I could smell the alcohol on him even at that distance, and he half lurched, half staggered over to us. He was wearing a bath robe, loosely tied, and as he moved we could see his dick flopping around.
He saw Craig and me lying together, and almost laughed. "Fuck you, Steve! All those years when we were buddies you always laughed at fags, so I could never do anything and had to just watch you chasing all that pussy all over town. And now I own your indenture, I find that I've got a real fag! Rooney told me you went around fucking the other guys, and it's true - here you are with that buddy of yours doing all the things I always wanted to do with you, and under my roof, too!"
I decided it was safer not to say anything. Arguing with a drunk is never a good idea, and Rob anyway did have the power to really hurt me. He glared at me again, and went on "And I have to have you tied down before I can fuck you, even now! And yet that hunk of muscle next to you can go up your ass whenever he wants..."
This was too much. "No he doesn't! I only have to take dick from you and Mister Rooney, and that's why you have to tie me down. If I wasn't, you'd be dead meat...."
He came over towards me, and I got to my feet. Craig stayed on the floor, but sat up, and put his arm around my calves, kind of symbolically holding me back. Rob was almost whining now: "So if I can't fuck you tonight, Steve, come on and at least let's jerk each other off... Come on, we used to be buddies.... And you don't mind doing that, as I can see there's a lot of drying cum all over both of you..."
"No!", I snapped, and I felt Craig's arm tightening, warning me to stop, before I got into real trouble.
"I could order you, you know. I could drop my robe, and order you two to let me lie with you, and mess with you...."
"And that's the only way it's going to happen!"
Rob had that kind of maudlin sentimentality that a lot of drunks have, and was almost sobbing. "Steve, we used to be buddies. I don't want to order you, Steve.
I want you to want to be with me, to let me have your body.... Please, Steve..."
"No, I said. Go back to Karen - she's been watching our butts and our dicks all day, and she must be panting for it!"
Rob broke into tears at that point, and threw his arms around me. "Oh Steve, be like it used to be between us, when we were buddies - you always helped me and told me what to do... And don't just say 'go back to Karen', as that's the problem... Her and her father.... I'm going to be kicked out of the firm, Steve, and she's going to divorce me, and I'll have no job, no home, no money...."
"So? That's not my problem!"
Rob's eyes seemed to glitter for a moment, and he stopped sobbing and his mood switched suddenly to one of anger. "Well it soon will be! Your indenture will soon be my only asset, and I'll have to sell you to buy a car and get a place. And for a hunk like you, the best prices are probably at the sex places.... And it will serve you right, too - you won't be able to choose then whether you want to take dick or not, or not even agree to jerk around with your best buddy! They have ways of getting you to have sex, just as Rooney gets you to work. And do that 'extra ten percent', too. In fact when I'm back on my feet again I'll probably go along and fuck you there, and see how they've trained you to take it willingly, rather than tied down to a horse!"
That caused me to think. I could see he was probably telling the truth, and I didn't even like to speculate on the ways they'd use to get a man to have sex "willingly"! So I just said "What's the problem, Rob", just as I used to in the old days ,since we were kids, and he used to tell me everything and rely on me to help him out of scrapes.
"You know how I had rubella when we were in Junior High? Well, it left me firing blanks. I didn't think it mattered - I still shoot a whole load of stuff, still have erections or anything, but I just can't father kids. I never told Karen as I thought she didn't want any either because of spoiling her figure, and it was all OK - she didn't have to take the pill, which pleased her, and we never had to use those disgusting condoms and had really great intimate sex - I told her I was in a trial of a new male contraceptive pill. Well it was OK until her interfering father started going on and on about grandchildren. And Karen agreed, as she knows that this house, the money, everything, is dependent on her dad keeping me as a junior partner in the firm. So if her dad wants something, Karen sees he gets it!"
"She told me to stop taking the male contraceptive - easy for me, of course, as I was fooling her with taking aspirin - and we fucked away like rabbits. And then when she still didn't conceive, she started talking about tests... And today she told me she'd gone off and had them, and there's nothing wrong with her.... So I've got to go and have tests.... And they'll tell her and her father...."
"No they won't!", I cut in. "Medical confidentiality..."
"Her father plays golf with the best fertility specialist hereabouts. In the locker room, her father will ask, discretely of course... There'll be a lot of 'coded conversation'... nothing definite will be said of course, but there will be a lot of oblique references and nods of the head, and my secret will be out, and then he'll tell Karen to divorce me and marry someone who's fertile... And then I'll be out of the firm too... So no job, no home, no money..."
"So I may as well fuck you now, Steve", he went on, "As I won't have to spend money at a sex shop after I've sold your indenture..."
His robe had fallen completely open as he'd been throwing himself around a bit as he sobbed all this out, and my old buddy's dick was now pressed into my thigh. He clearly didn't have a problem "mechanically", I knew from my previous experiences. But I didn't like the idea of having to have sex with him now, in front of Craig.
Craig slid effortlessly to his feet now, and put his arm protectively around my shoulder. "If I could show you a way to get your wife pregnant, all this would be unnecessary....", he said to Rob.
"Yes, but I've told you..."
Craig said quietly "Hold still!", and put his other arm around Rob so that we were standing there, naked together, in a triangle. "OK, Steve", he said to me, "Jerk off, and spray your cum all over Master Rob's dick."
"What?"
"You heard me! Spray your cum all over his dick. Then jerk me off and do the same. And then you, Master Rob, trip back up to that wife of yours and fuck her again: it doesn't much matter that the cum isn't pumped out into her - as long as you get your dick right in, and get some of our cum up there, our little swimmers will do the rest."
Rob didn't say anything, and I got one of those looks from Craig that told me to get into action before the moment was lost. It felt so odd standing there jerking off like that - I mean, I don't usually like to do it standing up anyway, and having my old buddy watching me.... Still, I started to stroke myself, and soon got a head of steam up. When I was about to cum I pushed myself towards Rob and held my dick almost touching his , so that as my cum splashed out of me it hit his dick good and square on.
"One down, one to go", Craig said calmly, and still holding Rob and me, as if not to break the spell, he nodded for me to jerk him off. Well I'd done it lots of times before, of course - and I loved the warm, silky feel of Craig's dick, the rock-solidness of it surrounded by all that delicate skin. I knew just what strokes turned him on and gave him the most pleasure, and was rewarded by several little moans and gasps as I efficiently brought him to climax, so that his cum too spattered all along Rob's dick.
"OK, sir.... Off you go...", Craig said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Rob was absolutely speechless, and said nothing. He looked down at his dick, covered in our cum, and indeed some globs of it were hanging down, about to fall off. Craig noticed this, and casually, just as if he was touching his own dick, he reached down and stroked Rob's dick a few times, making sure our cum was spread along the whole length, and paying particular attention to giving Rob's dick head a real coating. "Off you go, sir", he said again. "Cum has a life of about two to three hours, but the sooner you get it in, the more chance we have of conception...."
Rob almost dragged himself out of the room looking utterly dazed and confused. He seemed to have sobered up instantly. And as he closed the door behind him, not locking it, Craig looked at me. "What a pathetic guy! Was that really your best buddy?"
"Yes... All through school...."
"Fancy standing there and letting two guys smear your dick with their cum! And then going off to let your dick be used just as a sperm injector! And, Steve, the irony of it is that he's supposed to be the master, and we're just the indentured servants! Well, at least we're proud, real men, not like that pathetic creature."
"Look, it's not Rob's fault he got that disease..."
"No, Steve. But it is his fault that he can't control his bitch and her father. And it is his fault that he doesn't treat you decently. And it is his fault that he allows guys to jerk all over him and coat his dick with cum..."
I cut in to say that Rob used to be a nice guy, but Craig was almost laughing. "You know, Steve, I do sometimes wonder about you - you've picked me as your best buddy at Rooney's: and can I trust your judgement, having seen that pathetic creature? Still, not to worry - I guess we're going to have to do that all week.... But the silly fucker's left the door open.... Fancy a midnight swim in that pool of theirs?
Let's piss into it, while we've got the chance!"
End Of Part 14