john1244
07-18-2007, 01:27 AM
The Birthday Boy
The party was already in full swing when we got there. I actually had to
bang on the door of the sling room two or three times to get the fuckers to
open up.
"Who the fuck is it?"
"Yer goddamned grandfather -with some fresh mean, asshole! Open the
fuck up!"
The door popped open, and a hot, bearded dude by the name of Chuck
bounced out, wearing nothing but a shit-eating grin, a pair of surgical
gloves, and a couple layers of grease.
"Who's this -the sacrificial virgin? Hey, guys, light the sacramental
candles!"
Actually the candles were already lit. I dragged the kid in and introduced
him around. I figured it wasn't cook not to know the names connected to the
arms that were gonna connect with Brad's asshole.
The sling was occupado. It held the hairy dude with the moustache. I
recognized him from Chuck's "family album" of polaroids, but I'd never
played with him before.
"Hi, Jay," I said by way of greeting.
"Oh-my-aching-ass! It's the social columnist from the Homo Herald!"
"Don't I rate a 'hello' kiss?"
"I can't kiss yer ass through yer goddamned Levi's!"
Well, I've never been one to stand on ceremony. I peeled off my Levi's in a
second and climbed up and straddled Jay's surprised face. I stretched out on
top of him and pulled his bull-balls out of the way so I could watch Chuck
slide his arm back into place. That little piece of action provided me with
some righteous rimming on the other end of the sling.
Meanwhile the kid was looking a little bit lost. Jay was bucking his hips like
he wanted to come, so I gave him a hand, and that was that -all over my
back, Chuck's chest, and most of that side of the sling room.
"Hey, kid! Get your butt up here!"
Jay and Chuck staggered off to the showers to scrub up, and the kid climbed
up on the bed with his back to the sling. Before he knew what hit him, four
sets of strong arms lifted him up and back, and had fastened the wrist and
ankle restraints before he even had time to think about it. He looked a little
panicked, so I stretched out on top of him and started talking to him, real soft
and slow-like. Rich (my non-resident other half) and Randy (Chuck's steady
fuck) took that to mean we were into a set of mixed doubles. And before I
knew it, Randy was wrist-deep in me, and Rich was just about getting there
with the kid.
"Breathe slow and deep, kid. Rich knows what he's doin'."
I really had to concentrate with this hot kid squirming around and grinding
his cock against me. Every time I'd start to lift off a little, that'd only drive
Randy's hand a little deeper, and then I'd go nuts and start grindin' all over
again. Finally I called a halt.
"Randy, let me up. The kid can't even breathe with me on top of him.
Besides, I wanna see his face when he plays his first game of handball."
"Okay, kid," I continued, "since it's your first time, you get to pick the hand.
Who do you want? Size don't matter -if your head's into it, you'll be able to
take any one of us!"
"Please, Sir, I want it to be you."
"Thought you might."
The rest of the troops gathered 'round the sling and started a low massage-
slap-lick-pinch-stretch number. I slipped on a pair of gloves and held my
hands up so he could see me greasing them.
"Okay, take slow, deep breaths through your mouth. I'm gonna start with just
a couple of fingers. I'll let you know when you're ready to get down to
business."
His butt was already pretty relaxed, so I ran through an abbreviated version
of the standard stretching exercises. Pretty soon his asshole was pullin' on
my hand, and I knew it was time.
"Take some more deep breaths. Then, when I push in, you push out. Guys,
undo his feet so he can bicycle. Kid, pull one knee up to your chest and
stretch the other leg straight out, and then switch. Now, if I manage to get in,
I'll hold absolutely still until you become used to it, so don't freak on me. It'll
burn at first, but then it gets good. Hell, it gets wonderful!"
Rich grinned at me. "You oughta know."
About five minutes later everything lined up. The kid's eyes were closed, so
I signaled to the others to get a grip. A quick but controlled shove, and then
it was in!"
"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Don't move it! Please hold still!"
"No problem. Just relax and get used to it."
Now his ass was actually suckin' my hand up further and ballin' it into a fist.
So I just et nature take its course. Only after he settled down did I start with
a few basic moves. His cock was leakin' like a faucet; of course he couldn't
reach it.
Rule number one -never let the bottom-man have access to his cock. He
comes, and it's all over!
"Open your eyes and look at me, man. My fuckin' hand's in your fuckin' ass!
How does it feel?"
"It feels like a fuckin' freight train!" He groaned huskily, obviously lovin' it.
"Like it?"
"I dunno..."
"Well, let's find out."
I practically put him on the ceiling with a few more wrist twists and turns.
He yelled a lot, but "stop" apparently wasn't in his vocabulary.
The party was already in full swing when we got there. I actually had to
bang on the door of the sling room two or three times to get the fuckers to
open up.
"Who the fuck is it?"
"Yer goddamned grandfather -with some fresh mean, asshole! Open the
fuck up!"
The door popped open, and a hot, bearded dude by the name of Chuck
bounced out, wearing nothing but a shit-eating grin, a pair of surgical
gloves, and a couple layers of grease.
"Who's this -the sacrificial virgin? Hey, guys, light the sacramental
candles!"
Actually the candles were already lit. I dragged the kid in and introduced
him around. I figured it wasn't cook not to know the names connected to the
arms that were gonna connect with Brad's asshole.
The sling was occupado. It held the hairy dude with the moustache. I
recognized him from Chuck's "family album" of polaroids, but I'd never
played with him before.
"Hi, Jay," I said by way of greeting.
"Oh-my-aching-ass! It's the social columnist from the Homo Herald!"
"Don't I rate a 'hello' kiss?"
"I can't kiss yer ass through yer goddamned Levi's!"
Well, I've never been one to stand on ceremony. I peeled off my Levi's in a
second and climbed up and straddled Jay's surprised face. I stretched out on
top of him and pulled his bull-balls out of the way so I could watch Chuck
slide his arm back into place. That little piece of action provided me with
some righteous rimming on the other end of the sling.
Meanwhile the kid was looking a little bit lost. Jay was bucking his hips like
he wanted to come, so I gave him a hand, and that was that -all over my
back, Chuck's chest, and most of that side of the sling room.
"Hey, kid! Get your butt up here!"
Jay and Chuck staggered off to the showers to scrub up, and the kid climbed
up on the bed with his back to the sling. Before he knew what hit him, four
sets of strong arms lifted him up and back, and had fastened the wrist and
ankle restraints before he even had time to think about it. He looked a little
panicked, so I stretched out on top of him and started talking to him, real soft
and slow-like. Rich (my non-resident other half) and Randy (Chuck's steady
fuck) took that to mean we were into a set of mixed doubles. And before I
knew it, Randy was wrist-deep in me, and Rich was just about getting there
with the kid.
"Breathe slow and deep, kid. Rich knows what he's doin'."
I really had to concentrate with this hot kid squirming around and grinding
his cock against me. Every time I'd start to lift off a little, that'd only drive
Randy's hand a little deeper, and then I'd go nuts and start grindin' all over
again. Finally I called a halt.
"Randy, let me up. The kid can't even breathe with me on top of him.
Besides, I wanna see his face when he plays his first game of handball."
"Okay, kid," I continued, "since it's your first time, you get to pick the hand.
Who do you want? Size don't matter -if your head's into it, you'll be able to
take any one of us!"
"Please, Sir, I want it to be you."
"Thought you might."
The rest of the troops gathered 'round the sling and started a low massage-
slap-lick-pinch-stretch number. I slipped on a pair of gloves and held my
hands up so he could see me greasing them.
"Okay, take slow, deep breaths through your mouth. I'm gonna start with just
a couple of fingers. I'll let you know when you're ready to get down to
business."
His butt was already pretty relaxed, so I ran through an abbreviated version
of the standard stretching exercises. Pretty soon his asshole was pullin' on
my hand, and I knew it was time.
"Take some more deep breaths. Then, when I push in, you push out. Guys,
undo his feet so he can bicycle. Kid, pull one knee up to your chest and
stretch the other leg straight out, and then switch. Now, if I manage to get in,
I'll hold absolutely still until you become used to it, so don't freak on me. It'll
burn at first, but then it gets good. Hell, it gets wonderful!"
Rich grinned at me. "You oughta know."
About five minutes later everything lined up. The kid's eyes were closed, so
I signaled to the others to get a grip. A quick but controlled shove, and then
it was in!"
"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Don't move it! Please hold still!"
"No problem. Just relax and get used to it."
Now his ass was actually suckin' my hand up further and ballin' it into a fist.
So I just et nature take its course. Only after he settled down did I start with
a few basic moves. His cock was leakin' like a faucet; of course he couldn't
reach it.
Rule number one -never let the bottom-man have access to his cock. He
comes, and it's all over!
"Open your eyes and look at me, man. My fuckin' hand's in your fuckin' ass!
How does it feel?"
"It feels like a fuckin' freight train!" He groaned huskily, obviously lovin' it.
"Like it?"
"I dunno..."
"Well, let's find out."
I practically put him on the ceiling with a few more wrist twists and turns.
He yelled a lot, but "stop" apparently wasn't in his vocabulary.