My Twin Brother and I

I woke up but I didn’t want to open my eyes – I was still sleepy and it was so nice and cosy under the duvet. I opened my one eye and saw from the light entering the room through the openings on the sides of the curtains, that dawn was breaking. However, it was still fairly dark in the suite.

Luigi’s right arm was wrapped around me with his nice hairy body pressed tight against my back. His morning glory was throbbing between my thighs.

The hairy hung hunk of a Pierre in front of me had his body pressed to me and his beautiful stubbly face was right in front of me. I moved my hand to his crotch and just as I reached for and touched his huge cock, it throbbed: another morning glory!

My own cock was hard and throbbing as well, and I needed to get to the toilet to pee. But it was so nice to be ensconced between the two sexy hairy hung hunks and to feel their huge cocks pushing against me.

I felt another hand – it was a huge hand with long fingers: Giovanni. The hand was on Pierre’s tummy and it was touching Pierre’s big throbbing cock.

Another hand was over my midriff: Clive.

My godd! All these beautiful hairy hung hunks are surrounding me. Life couldn’t get any better! I didn’t know just how good it would get once we arrived in Firenze (Florence)! Piero would change all that, but I didn’t know that … not yet.

The more I thought about going to the toilet, the more urgent it became. Oh my godd! I didn’t want to go as I was in bed with these boys, but fuck! My bladder was full and I had to get out.

My legs were entwined with Pierre and Luigi’s long hairy legs. I was actually pinned down by the men’s legs and arms. Oh dear godd! How was I going to get out?

Then just like magic, Pierre stirred and started to stretch out. He pulled his leg from mine and rolled onto his back, right into Giovanni. The movement caused Luigi to stir too and he too removed his leg from its position on top of mine. His huge cock was pulled from between my thighs and I saw my window of opportunity to get out. I rose up gently but with determination, and just as I sat up, Pierre and Luigi reached for me.

“Where are you going mio caro? Hmmm! Don’t you love me anymore?” Luigi said stroking my back.

“Yes, why are you leaving us? What’s going on?” Pierre asked, yawning and putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Good morning my darlings! Did you all sleep well? I’m sorry but I need to go pee! Please!” I said and touched Pierre’s tummy, feeling his immense hard-on.

“Feel what you’re leaving behind, Ant! Do you really have to go?” Pierre said and squeezed my shoulder.

“Yes, mio caro, is it really necessary? Feel what your wedding present feels like!” Luigi put in, still stroking my back.

“Yes gentlemen, but I really have to get to the toilet! My bladder is filled to capacity. I’ll be back soon and then I’ll ask Peter to bring us some coffee!” I said and got up out of bed.

“Ahhh! Would you believe that! Leaving us all wanting? Ant, you’re mean to us! Come back here! And then he wants to invite Peter here again!” Pierre said in a small-boy’s voice.

“Don’t tell me you want to fuck the poor boy again!” Giovanni said from behind Pierre. He touched Pierre’s cock and whistled. “Sheez man, that cock of yours really is a lethal weapon! Clive, I’m sure yours is hard too?”

“Yes, you half-bred! As if yours is soft!” Clive retorted. “Or is your toothpick now like a piece of dental floss?”

“You could be so mean, Pommie! You should know an Italian has a lot of pride and …” Giovanni started.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen! Let’s give Antonio a break. We’ve had the privilege of fucking him wholesale last night … come on! Let him be pee now!” Luigi, who else!

“Would you please keep it down? There are civilized people here who still wanted to sleep! Shut up! I’m calling my Dad!” André, of course.

“Oh please, you shut up, you delinquent!” Pierre said and threw a pillow at André.

No prizes guessing what happened next! A pillow fight between André and Pierre! And soon the others joined in. Flailing hands, pillows and huge hard cocks swinging around …Wow!

I made it to the bathroom unscathed to relieve myself. I sat down on the commode as my morning glory was too hard and was pointing towards the ceiling – no way of pissing normally. While I sat and waited for my prostate to do its magic to make the urine flow, I heard the unruly bunch in the bedroom going at each other. It was clear they all liked one another and got along splendidly.

My men were a loveable bunch but with enough youth in all of them to revert to a pillow fight and a little wrestling too.

I heard André shouting: “Keep that huge anaconda away from me! Ogre, look at Pierre threatening me with his unholy huge cock! No! Pierre, no!”

As soon as my bladder was empty, I took a dump and douched as well. With all these horny men around, one could never be too prepared!

I flushed the toilet and washed my face with tepid water. I looked at myself in the mirror and realised I was looking damn good after a night of debauchery and not having a lot of sleep. My black hair was a bit unruly, so I wet my hands with some water and stroked it to get some semblance of order. I was dying for some coffee.

When I entered the bedroom again, the pillow fight was slowly coming to an end. Pierre had André in a head clamp and then he kissed André … my godd! André protested vehemently but soon he succumbed and his arms snaked around Pierre’s neck. He kissed Pierre back and when Pierre lied down on top of André, my brother was moaning into the hung hunk’s mouth. It was obvious their hard-ons were rubbing against each other. I didn’t know whether Pierre ever wanted to fuck my brother, but one never knew with my brother. Werner fucked him the night before! Plus, Pierre was a hot, randy fucker who might just take a chance with my brother. Little did I know …

I went to the windows and opened the curtains. Outside it was white as … snow! It was damn cold and I grateful the double-glazing of the windows kept out most of the cold weather.

The guys were out of breath and were lying around, chests heaving, big cocks on their tummies. A few went to the bathroom to relieve themselves. The others were touching each other, and some even squeezed each other’s cocks. And a lot of kissing went down between quite a few of them.

I picked up the phone and dialled reception, and asked whether Peter was on duty.

“Yes, sir – he’s right here! Please hold!” the girl at reception said.

“Peter O’Reilly speaking. How may I assist you?”

“Hi Peter! It’s Anton … erm … Antonio speaking. How are you this morning?”

“Good morning kind sir! I’m doing very well. Thank you for asking,” Peter said for appearances’ sakes, obviously standing next to other employees. “What can I do for you sir?”

“We’re dying for some coffee and croissants please? Would it be possible to bring some up to our suite? There are 9 of us in our suite.”

“Yes, of course! I’m sure the croissants are ready. I’ll check with the kitchen and I could be there in the next 15 minutes. Would that be all sir?” Peter said politely. “Anything else sir?”

“Just the coffee, croissants *and your huge cock please Peter*! Thanks Peter! We’ll see you in 15 minutes’ time,” André said over my shoulder. I quickly put the phone down before Peter could respond.

“André! You … you …! Hmph!” I said and gave André’s head a swipe but he planted a kiss on my mouth.

“You snake!” Clive said as he came back from the bathroom. “First you sneak off to the bathroom leaving us high and dry, and now you’re inviting the bellhop back here! You need to be punished for that!” Clive said and pulled me onto the bed with him. He started to tickle me and I screamed like a girl! If there was one flaw, I was ticklish as hell. Oh fuck! I wriggled and tried to fend off Clive’s hands, but to no avail. I reverted to some dirty tactics and took his huge scrotum with his huge balls in my hand and squeezed lightly.

“It wasn’t me! It was André!”

“Ow! You sneaky bastard! Please don’t hurt me! I’ll stop! Oh fuck no! Antonio, please don’t hurt me!” Clive begged and stopped tickling me. “You won’t hurt the equipment that pleases you, would you?”

His enormous balls filled my hand – they were huge. And his enormous cock snaking up next to my arm was rock-hard and already slimy wet. Oh my godd! I could have sex with him on the spot!

“Let’s give Antonio a break guys! He’s been on bottom duty for 3 nights in a row, and on the A380, not to mention our last night on the farm. What do you guys say? If you're still horny, let’s have a wanking competition. How about that?” Luigi put in and the others responded immediately.

“Yes, let’s give him a break!”

“Wanking is for the birds!”

“I want at least a blow-job!”

“Do I have to wank by myself? No help available … someone?”

“Oh fuck! After meeting Antonio, I thought my wanking days were over! Not again!”

“Guys, one time will not kill you! Poor Antonio’s hole needs a rest, not so mio caro?” Luigi said.

“We could wank each other and I’ll give you some blow-jobs. My hole could actually do with a rest!” I said and saw the others were pawing their hard-ons already. André had Juan’s big cock in his hand and was slowly jacking him.

“You ogre! Your cock is wet already! Sheez! When I see this big cock and feel it in my hand, I can’t believe I allow you to fuck me with it!” André said to Juan.

“Believe it boy! And it will never go away! I love fucking you, my beautiful boy!” Juan said and kissed my brother.

“Yeah, yeah! Sweet talk will get you nowhere this morning! No fucking now! Just jacking! You heard the Ita! I’ll throw in a blow-job – how’s that?”

“You’re on!”

Clive put his hands on my temples and looked into my eyes. “I fucking love you, man! You’re just so damn sexy and gorgeous!”

“I love you too my big sexy Pommie hung hunk of a man!”

He leaned down and kissed me gently. I opened my mouth and tasted his saliva running into my mouth. Oh fuck! Sex with this man was just unbelievable.

“Come on Clive! There are three others who would love to at least kiss our boy!” Pierre said and playfully pushed Clive away.

“OK, OK! Just don’t hurt me! I’ve got a divine calling to love this man and fuck him good!” Clive said.

“Yes, that’s what we all believe! Now move it!” Pierre said and kissed me. He was an excellent kisser.

“The same goes for you, Pierre! Let Giovanni and me in too!” Luigi said and started to kiss me with Pierre’s mouth still on mine. I felt the big cocks pushing against me and all of them were wet.

Giovanni was last to get in a kiss and then there was a knock on the door.

“Your brother invited the bellhop, now you go and let him in!” Pierre said and tickled my side. I yelped and wriggled my way out from under the pile of men vying for my love and attention.

I went to the door stark naked, cock pointing at the ceiling and looked through the peephole. It was Peter all right. I opened the door and when Peter saw me, he gasped.

“My dear lord! What a beautiful sight! To be greeted like this … wow! Good morning, Antonio … it IS Antonio, right? You’re not playing games on me again, are you?” Peter said and eyed the others and when he saw André, he looked back at me. “Antonio, right?” His big bulge looked so inviting.

“Yes, it’s me! Get the trolley in here please! We’re dying for coffee please! Are the croissants still hot?”

“Straight from the oven! Please come help yourselves gentlemen!” His enormous bulge was already growing. He poured the coffee from three glass coffee jugs with the name ‘Lavazza’ emblazoned on the side. Ahh! That’s why the coffee tasted so good! Italian!

For once, the promise of delicious coffee and croissants trumped the need to have sex. The guys all gathered stark naked with unholy hardons around the trolley to get a cup of coffee and a hot buttered croissant with strawberry jam.

Clive was brave and started to undress poor Peter, not that he protested in any way! His bulge was already tenting his pants big time and when Clive opened his pants, the enormous cock jumped out from his underpants.

“Oh fuck! I’ve died and gone to heaven! This is so unbelievable! But I have only 15 minutes before I have to go help at reception again,” Peter said and kissed Clive. My godd! It was the morning of unexpected kisses!

I took a sip of my coffee and had to concur: some of the best coffee ever. I took a bite of my croissant and the delicate baked delight just melted in my mouth. Oh fuck! This was wonderful.

I saw Peter’s pants were around his ankles and his shirt was completely off. He was slowly jacking his huge cock while we were having coffee and croissants. He reached for Clive’s huge cock and started to jack the immense cock of the man who undressed him.

The coffee and early-morning delights tasted divine. As the cups were emptied and the last of the croissants disappeared down our throats, other needs surfaced again: we wanted to get off!

Clive bent down and sucked Peter’s big cock. Peter groaned.

“I’d like to see you suck yourself, Peter! Most of us can do it. I’m sure you too,” André said and stepped closer to the pale but attractive bellhop.

“Oh yes, I can do it! I often suck myself off to completion! I’d like to see you guys doing it too!” Peter said.

Clive let go of Peter’s cock and was jacking his own cock. “Yes, I can easily suck my own cock. I can almost get a third of it into my mouth and love to taste my cum. But once I’ve shot my first load, I stop sucking myself and wank off and shoot about two or three more loads. How about you guys?”

We all gave our stats and auto-fellatio abilities. André and I were the only ones who couldn’t get more than the glans of our cocks into our own mouths. All the others could suck some of the shaft in as well.

We moved to the beds and Peter took off his pants too. He couldn’t afford to get any cum on his black pants.

I watched Pierre and Clive sucking their own cocks! It was so erotic to see the guys’ big cockheads disappear into their own mouths! I felt a pang of jealousy … stupid, I know! I wanted to suck them all!

However, the multiple cummers – Luigi, Pierre and Giovanni – were already sucking themselves and soon they were groaning to announce they were approaching their first orgasms. I licked my cockhead as best I could, but at a stretch I could only get the glans into my mouth – literally.

Giovanni was first to shoot a load, followed by Luigi and then Juan! My wonderful man! Pierre was next and then each one of us shot our loads.

“In your mouth please Ant! Next one in your mouth!” Pierre said and turned towards me. I took the enormous wet cock in my hand and when I put it in my mouth, it tasted divine: cum and saliva. Oh fuck! His cock was wet enough and slippery enough to slide deep into my mouth. I dribbled some more saliva on his cock to get it very slick so I could get the head into my throat … then I felt a cock on my hole!

“I’m sorry but I don’t know when I’d be this lucky again! Please, may I fuck you Antonio?” Peter asked and rubbed his big cockhead, dripping with precum, all over my hole.

How fortunately that I have douched!

“What do you say Antonio? OK with you?” Luigi asked touching my shoulder.

“Uhmmmm!” I groaned and pushed back. Peter got the message and pushed his cockhead into me. After the constant and repeated fucking since the previous Friday, my hole was stretched and Peter’s cock slipped in with no problem at all. But it was a big and thick cock, so he held still to let me get accustomed to the huge invasion once again.

“Peter, you lucky fish! We’re all lusting after Antonio!” Giovanni said. “May I please fuck you too Antonio?”

I pulled off Pierre’s cock and just said: “Yes, all of you please!” and took Pierre’s cock back in my mouth.

Peter’s huge cockhead stretched me and started to enter me. I groaned with pleasure and was glad we didn't end up jacking each other off! I was made to get fucked by big cocks - period!

Peter’s cock was stretching me big time and was sliding deepinto me. The big head plopped in and he held still. It twitched and felt so fucking good! Peter push ed in deeper and the big head scraped over my prostate. It pushed a little cum out of my cock onto the bed sheets. I pushed back and felt Peter’s cock pushing through my inner sphincter. I gasped and clenched my hole over the huge invasion. At a very thick 32cm, this cock was of a size one has to reckon with. The last few centimetres pushed in and then I felt the bush of his pubic hair on my hole and groaned. The big cock was in all the way. Oh fuck! It felt good!

My clenching spurred Peter on to fuck me with deliberation. He was pressed for time and he was obviously hot as hell, and determined to fuck me and cum.

“OK if I cum? I don't have time but I want to deposit my load into you! OK?” Peter said while he was fucking me with quick deep jabs. He was horny as fuck. His huge cock in me just felt wonderful. He had his hands on my butt and was fucking me with abandon lust.

I groaned around Pierre’s cock and enjoyed the huge cock in me. I pulled off Pierre’s cock and said: “Yes, fuck me and cum – it’s OK. Yess!”

Peter fucked me with deep thrusts and was starting to growl. His huge cock was pushing the right buttons and soon he was shouting that he was cumming. And did he cum! I could feel him pumping one hell of a lot of cum into me! His cock spasmed and twitched and he pushed it deep into me.

I was amazed at how good the bellhop’s big cock felt in me and the sensation when he shot his load was unquestionably wonderful. The huge head twitched and throbbed in me.

The rest happened in a blur. Pierre’s huge cock in my mouth exploded and shot one hell of a load into my mouth. It was a lot and that pushed me over the edge. I shot my load onto Pierre’s legs. It sprayed right up to his huge balls – I really covered him with my cum.

Pierre continued to fuck my mouth and within seconds he shot his second round into my mouth.

One after the other, the others shot their loads into a mouth. Johann and Gunther were in a 69 and were shooting their loads into each other’s mouths. The same for Juan and André: André was squealing like a piglet when he came and when Juan shot his big load into André’s mouth.

Luigi and Giovanni were fucking each other’s mouths and both shot at least two loads each.

Peter collapsed onto me and rubbed my back. He was shuddering and his cock was still twitching inside me.

“UnfortunatelyI have to go! I’m pulling out, OK?”

I let go Pierre’s cock and simply said: “Yes, OK. Thanks!”

My load on Pierre’s legs ran down onto the sheets and made a monumental mess. When Peter pulled out, I sat back on my haunches and looked at the damage: Peter will have to get us clean sheets!

“Peter, would you please have these sheets changed? I’ve made an enormous mess … sorry!” I said.

“No problem. I’ll personally see to it that it gets changed. It’s just before 8 o’clock. I have to go. Your breakfast will be ready by 9, OK? While you’re at breakfast, I’ll sort out the sheets. I always cum one hell of a lot, but you did shoot a damn big load yourself Antonio! Wow!”

Peter went into the bathroom to wash his cock. He returned with a towel and gave it to me to wipe up the cum on Pierre’s legs and the sheets beneath him.

“Thanks Antonio! Thanks guys! I have to go! See you down at reception soon. Take care!” Peter said as he kissed me and walked to the door.

“Thanks Peter! You’re a damn nice guy! Thanks for the coffee and croissants! See you in a bit!” Clive said. Peter left and closed the door again.

“Come here you beautiful man! Come lie on top of me!” Pierre said and pulled me down on top of him. I did, and as I was lying on top of this beautiful hairy man, he put his arms around me and hugged me tight to him. I could feel our rubbery cocks pushing against our abdomens, all sticky and wet. “Let’s get under the duvet for a minute. I want to feel your warmth for a bit please?”

“So then, only Peter gets to fuck Anton. If ever I saw unfairness, this is it! Sheez baby bro!” André complained but sighed with content when Juan pulled him into an embrace.

I lied down on top of Pierre and sighed. I pulled the duvet over my back and snuggled in on top of this beautiful man. His stubble against my face felt wonderful and sexy. I put my hands on his hairy chest and felt his nipples surrounded by the big areolae. I kissed him and sighed again.

This man was at school with me, but never in a million years did I ever expect that the tall good-looking boy with the huge bulge would become my lover! I’ve fallen deeply in love with him and cared for him like a real lover. Luigi was still my numero uno, but Pierre was just so adorable, sexy, loveable and so attentive.

“I love you so very, very much Ant! You do know that, don’t you? Who would’ve thought this could happen when we were still at school? A life with you and Luigi and now with Giovanni and perhaps Clive, will be like heaven on earth.”

“Yes, I love you too my sexy tall, hairy, hunky hung man with the cock of death! Life with you four guys is going to be what dreams, and especially wet dreams, are made of! I love you, my Boikie!” I said and kissed him.

“Mio caro ragazzo, non dimenticare di me e Giovanni e Clive! Abbiamo anche bene! (My darling boy, don't forget about me and Giovanni and Clive! We also love you!)” Luigi said and crawled in next to us.

“Mai il mio amore! Sarai sempre il mio numero uno! (Never my love! You'll always be my number one!)” I said and touched Luigi’s face. He lifted his face and kissed me. It was a deep kiss filled with so much love. And he meant it. He was my husband-to-be and someone who was just super sexy and super special. If I ever had to choose between the men, it would be Luigi, every time.

On our other side, Clive and Giovanni crawled in as well and there were many hands on my back and neck.

“We are newcomers, but we truly love you, Antonio! You’re such a special man! I’m moving to Cape Town as soon as I can organise my transfer to UCT or Stellenbosch. I love you, my man!” Clive put in.

Giovanni leaned over Clive and said to me with his face right in front of me: “Sì, mio caro ragazzo, io sono anche nuovo qui, ma ho innamorato di te! (Yes, my darling boy, I’m also new here but I have fallen in love with you!).”

“Yes, all of you. I love you very much, but remember there is still my brother, Juan, Johann and Gunther and … my Dad. As long as you remember that. And soon, Piero is going to be added to the mix too. So, there are many of you but I love you all! I do!” I said and kissed them all.

“Oh puh-lease! Nje-nje-nje! Blah, blah, blah! You’re nothing but a street cat! You rake in everything that wears pants and has a huge dick! Sheez baby bro! Too terrible! But I have to concur, I still love you very much my beautiful street cat bro, despite all the men fucking you. Right ogre?” André put in and threw a pillow at me.

“Don’t start that again! We have to get going soon. Come here and behave like a human being for a change, and lie in my arm, you delinquent!” Juan said and pulled André down next to him.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d have said you only love us for our big cocks! But, I know Gunther and I truly love you, Anton! As long as we’re part of the inner circle, we’re happy! Right Jerry?” Johann asked Gunther.

“Ja, wirklich! Solange ich ein Teil der Gruppe bin, ist alles in Ordnung! (Yes, really! As long as I’m a part of the group, everything is OK!)” Gunther said. My school German came in handy when my beautiful blonde sexy Jerry man spoke to me.

We enjoyed the warmth under the duvet until my iPhone rang. I reached for it on the nightstand and it was Dad! No! We’ve forgotten to call him the night before! Oh fuck!

“André, it’s Dad! Shhh!” I said. I pressed the green icon and said: “Hallo Dad! This is a nice surprise! How are you?” I touched the speaker icon and held the phone for all to hear.

“Hallo my boy! I told Mom I’m going to call you before you’re out and about. I’m fine thank you! How are you guys doing?” Dad said.

“We’re all fine thanks Dad! Sorry for not phoning you yet, but we’ve been so damn busy and with the shoots and visits and Les Mis and …”

“You saw Les Misérables? I’m jealous! How was it?”

“Dad, it was spectacular! Boss got us some of the best tickets in the Queen’s Theatre! And afterwards, the whole cast came into the auditorium to sign our programmes! The lead was Peter Lockyer who played Jean Valjean. Dad, he is one sexy man! And the show was wonderful!”

“And the shoots? And the sights and other stuff? How is everything? Are you enjoying London? Is it cold?”

“The shoots go well, albeit very cold at times, but they look after us very well. We get wonderful eats and drinks, and the clothes we’ve already received is fantastic! The sights are wonderful and beautiful! We’re really enjoying it, but it’s freezing cold!”

“Yes, this time of the year it’s freezing in London. And … I'm sure lots of action, right? Hmmm?”

André ran towards our bed and shouted: “Dad, you’ve raised a street cat! He’s picking up strays left ri … hmmphh!” Juan was behind him and put his hand over André’s mouth.

“*Shut up! You can’t tell Dad this!*” Juan whispered.

“Really? Well, as long as you're careful and enjoy it! And don't forget about me!”

“Dad, we’ve met Giovanni and Clive. You’ll like them very much. Both are coming to South Africa next year! And then there is also Diego who is also coming to Cape Town to work in the Starbucks there. Yes, we’re careful and we’re enjoying it. Where is Mom?”

“She’s in the kitchen making us some coffee. Is there something you wanted to say to me?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I’m lying on top of Pierre. He is a nice guy, not so Dad?”

“Yes, he is. Hi Pierre!”

“Hi oom Adriaan! Yes, he’s on top of me but I wasn’t the one … not this time, if you know what I mean! We’ll fill you in on the details when …”

“Hallo boys!” Mom’s voice! Sheez! Just in time! “How are you doing? Everything in order! Are you behaving? How is London?”

“All fine and yes we’re enjoying London very much!” I said, deliberately ignoring the part about us behaving! I’d have to lie if I had to answer that!

“Where are you off to today, Anton? Luigi? Are you fine my boy?” Dad asked.

“Sì, papà Adriaan! We’re having a good time! We just wished so often for you to be with us! We miss you!” Luigi put in. And it was true! How I’ve wished we could have shared some of the wonderful experiences with him and Mom.

“Please take care of my boys, especially André …”

“Dad! I’m old enough to look after myself, thank you very much! It’s Anto …!” Juan’s hand had to stop him from saying something; especially now that Mom was there too.

“Just saying. I saw on Skynews it’s snow white in London. Very cold, I suppose? Are you keeping warm? Remember lots of orange juice, OK?”

“Yes, don’t go anywhere without your jackets and scarves. Did you get any nice jackets from Boss Models?” Mom asked.

“Yes, beautiful jackets and scarves, but at times even that is not enough. Today we’re going to the London and British Museums and then shopping in Knightsbridge. We’re going to see Harrods! I’m going to look for a thermal vest. This cold is nobody’s business!” I said and felt Pierre’s big hand on the small of my back. His big cock was getting hard again! He did cum only twice, so he was ready to go, given half a chance!

“Oh, you’re going to Harrods? Don’t buy any stuff there! It’s overpriced! Rather go to Soho and buy memorabilia there. And perhaps your thermal vest too,” Dad said.

“We’re going to Harrods today after the London Museum and the British Museum. There is a short shoot in Hyde Park, weather permitting. Tonight, we’re having cocktails and dinner here in the hotel and then off to a nightclub.”

“Please bring me a nice fridge magnet for my collection?” Mom said. She has a fridge magnet of every place she’s been to but when they were in London years ago, it wasn’t such a big fad as today. “Look for something that shows Big Ben, the London Eye, Tower Bridge or something similar please. But, stay away from Harrods for stuff like that! Soho, like Dad said!”

“Don’t worry Mom! We’re just going to look at the stuff in Harrods. We’ll be in Soho again tomorrow and then we’ll look for your magnet. Dad, what would you like?”

“Nothing thanks! Anton, save your money! You still have Berlin and Florence ahead of you. Don’t buy stuff now! The £100 I gave you each is for something for yourselves like something from the Apple Store or a nice T-shirt or designer denims, but I’m sure you’ve received a lot of clothes from Boss. So, no thanks my darling boy! André, the same goes for you. No unnecessary stuff. Once you’re in Italy, you may look for something for us. Our darling Luigi will give you advice, right my boy?”

“Sì, papà Adriaan! Italy has many good presents! We’ll buy you something nice, sì?”

“Oh, OK Dad! But we really miss you both! And we really wished you could’ve been here with us! We love you!” I said and teared up a bit. Fuck! I missed my Dad so much, despite all the sex and shenanigans, and being in London. My Dad was one in a million!

“Yes, Dad! I love you and Mom very much! We’ll look for something in Berlin or in Italy. Are you surviving on the farm? Not too much work now? Are you coping without your two supermen around?” André said and Juan put his big hands around his neck. Just in case he was about to say something …! André was a delinquent and a loose canon, but we all loved him nonetheless.

“Now I’m sure you need to get showered before you’re off to breakfast. It’s just after 10 o’clock here, so it’s just after 8 there. Go get showered and enjoy boys! We love you!” Dad said and made a kissing sound.

“Yes, enjoy boys! And behave!” Mom added.

“We will, thanks! Bye Dad, bye Mom!” I said.

“Bye boys! Take care and kisses to everybody. We love you!” Dad said.

“Bye!” all of us said and the iPhone went silent.

“I miss Dad, baby bro! Shit! It’s wonderful to be here with all these hung hunks but I miss my Dad. Mom too, but Dad … shit man!” André said, all teary.

“Well, let’s get into the shower and get ready for breakfast. There is a long day ahead of us and growing boys … ahem … like us, need our nourishment! Come you delinquent! Come shower with me! Is the rest of you coming? And I mean ‘coming’ like in joining us, not what you might think! Come on boys!” Juan said and put his arm around André’s neck and pulled him towards the bathroom.

“Let go of me you ogre! You're choking me! I’m calling my Dad!” André would never change!

“Yeah right! Like Dad didn’t say we should get showered and get ready! Come or I’ll strangle you on the spot!” Juan joked and put some more pressure on André’s neck.

“Baby bro! Did you hear that? Call Dad and tell him his son-in-law is harassing and threatening to kill his first-born son! Help!”

We killed ourselves laughing but we all got up from the bed and followed Juan and André into the bathroom.

Despite all the mayhem and shenanigans, we all got showered and groomed and got ready for another day in London, including a shoot later. Of course there was a lot of touching, squeezing dicks, kissing, hugging and even a little sucking here and there, but no fucking.

While I was drying Luigi’s back, Pierre stood behind me and was lightly stroking my back and butt. He kissed me on the shoulder and said: “You have no fucking idea how much I actually love you, Ant! My heart wants to jump out of my throat when I’m so close to you! And of course ‘little Pierre’ … not that he is small by any measure! … gets excited just being near you. Feel it! Oh fuck! I could fuck your right here and now!”

“Don’t start that again, you horse-dicked man! There is no time for that! And remember he’s not yours alone! You have to share!” Giovanni said and Clive chimed in too: “Yes, no fucking, otherwise we’re going to be late! And we love him too, but you know that, don’t you Antonio?”

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We dressed for breakfast and didn’t put on our warm jackets and scarves. Just as we were about to leave for breakfast, Peter arrived with the fresh linen to replace the soiled linen …

“Hi guys! Here is the fresh linen. I’ll take the soiled linen and just chuck it in the hamper in the passage. The cleaning staff doesn’t need to know what’s going on or where it came from. They’ll sort out your room later during the morning. How are you all doing? Everything OK? I have to tell you, breakfast is really good! The chefs pulled out all the stops. There is an Emirati from Dubai here so you’re getting a special breakfast!” Peter said and eyed André and me: we were dressed identical again.

Time for some more fun!

“Hi there Mr Big Dick! How are YOU doing?” André piped up, blinking at Peter.

“I guess it’s … André? How on earth will I ever learn to distinguish between you two if you didn’t speak? You’re too much! But I like you lots!”

“Yes, just don’t get any ideas with your lethal weapon when you’re near me! That thing is never to invade my tender insides! Ever!” André, who else!

“Too bad! Ask your brother how nice it feels! Anyway, enjoy breakfast!” Peter said as we all filed out to go down for breakfast.

On our way out, André groped Peter’s huge bulge. He wasn’t sure who it was … so I cupped his bulge decently with a nice squeeze.

“*I just love to feel your huge dick and massive head inside m,e and get your big load!*” I said and kissed him. Peter beamed.

“*Thanks! You have no idea what it means to me!*” Peter said and touched my cheek.

He is such a nice hung guy.

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Breakfast was indeed an excellent affair. All the usual English breakfast menu items, but there were also special pancakes with blueberries, petite chicken pies, venison steaklets and much more, such as mini mandarin tarte tatin, all kinds of fresh fruit, even dragon fruit, kiwis, granadillas, grapes, apricots, peaches, water melon, sweet melon, paw-paw … the list was almost endless.

We had a healthy breakfast and I cut back on the starchy carbs a bit. I concentrated on fruit, yoghurt, some meats like bacon and ham, and some eggs. To round off the scrumptious meal, I had a blueberry pancake and one of the mini mandarin tarte tatin – delicious!

Gareth clanked on a glass and cleared his throat. “Gentlemen! I trust you’ve slept well and that you’ve enjoyed the special breakfast. You’ll leave for the Knightsbridge Underground by 9:45. It’s currently minus 9ºC outside. Please dress accordingly. I took the liberty of ordering two thermal vests for each one of you, as well as a beanie. Come get them before you go. I strongly suggest you put one of the thermal vests on before we leave. It’s really cold, and we don’t want you to get sick. Let’s get going boys!”

Gareth must have read our minds: thermal vests! Just what we needed in this freezing cold! We each got our white vests with our names written neatly on stickers. And of course, our beanies that had a Union Jack-design on the front end.

We went back to our rooms to put the vests on and then our shirts, jerseys and jackets, and then our scarves and beanies. We were ready for the minus 9ºC!

We met Gareth in the foyer of the Berkley, beanies in hand and headed out. Fuck! It was cold and I was so glad we got the thermal vests! The vest did push my chest hair in every which way, all directions possible, but it was a small price to pay for the comfort and warmth. At least we would be warmer than the past 3 days in this cold.

“Today Clive will be your guide. His dad has all sorts of jobs for me, so I’d be heading off to the office. Clive, you have the itinerary. Please look after them well and make sure they're all fed properly – here is the credit card – and have them at the south eastern end of Hyde Park by 1 o’clock please. Enjoy boys!” Gareth said and left the foyer to get his belongings.

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We followed Clive and took a brisk walk on the slippery sidewalk towards the Underground. We went to the Blue Line platform heading northwards towards Hyde Park Corner.

We didn’t have to wait too long and when we got on the train, a few of us even got seating space. The rest had to stand. I took my beanie off as it was fairly warm inside the train. I played with the beanie between my fingers and admired the texture of the knitted article.

I was one of the lucky ones to get a seat right by the door. A tall guy was standing right in front of me, his jacket unbuttoned and his crotch at eye-level. My godd! What is it with all the hung men to end up standing in front of me, I thought.

I gave the guy a once-over and gasped: he was well over 2m tall. He had pitch-black curly hair, just slightly longer than the norm and his 5-day stubble looked snazzy! His darkly tanned olive skin was breathtakingly beautiful. I looked at his crotch again and gasped. It was insanely big! My godd! It must have been in the class of Jonathan! The man scratched his crotch nonchalantly and when he moved, I realised the man was going commando as well, and that his enormous cock was snaking down the left leg of his pants. It was fucking huge!

And his hands were huge too, hairy and the fingers were exquisite, thick and long. The nails were big, perfectly manicured and he wore a golden pinkie ring on his left hand.

I looked up and looked into his smiling face. He winked and smiled at me, moving his hand lightly over his cock. Oh my godd! Not another one! The guys would kill me! I looked into his face: he was still smiling and winked again. Oh fuck! I looked down and leaned forward. I knew I blushed cherry red. The train was rocking a bit and the huge bulge in front of me was thrown right into my face just as I looked up. I looked up and the guy had his one finger in his mouth, smiling at me again. I was a goner! But, no more! I had to behave! But my cock was rock-hard in seconds!

I felt his hand on the front of my jacket when the train was rocking again and then I felt his fingers in my scarf. I felt he pushed something into the folds. I lifted my left hand up, I touched his fingers, looked up and he winked at me again. I gave me the ‘call me’ sign and smiled. I wished he has just left me his business card … Fuck!

I deliberately looked away and looked at Giovanni sitting next to me who was chatting to Pierre on his other side. I realised that this half-bred was one hell of a sexy and attractive man. And what a nice guy he was! I ignored the tall man with his insanely huge cock in front of me.

The train slowed down and pulled into Hyde Park Corner. Quite a few passengers got off and fewer got on board, so Tall Hunk got a seat opposite me. When I looked up at him as he was sitting down, he winked at me again and gave me a dashing smile, showing a perfect set of white teeth. I realised this man had a gorgeous mouth, worthy of kissing again and again. I looked at his hands … and gasped, again. I wondered what his feet looked like. I looked at his feet and … my godd! He had sleighs for shoes they were so big. Enormous! I looked at him again when I heard Giovanni saying: “What would you like me to get you to remember me by, while you’re in Berlin and Firenze? Di che cosa hai bisogno? (What do you need?)”

The stranger smiled and gestured with his hand to call him. I smiled and winked, and I immediately looked away from the dashing stranger, and looked at the sexy half-bred. I wanted to kiss him on the spot and I did! I leaned forward and kissed him right there and then! “I don’t know what else I need after experiencing you and your biggie and your big multiple loads. What do you think?”

“I was thinking of getting you a special something to remember me until I’m in Stillin … oh fuck, Stellenbosch! How about a charm for the chain around your neck?”

“OK, but nothing big and expensive, please! OK?” I looked at Mr Stranger and saw he was watching us closely. I leaned towards Giovanni and kissed him again.

When I looked up, Stranger pulled his lips into a kissing gesture. Fuck! My cock was sopping wet! He had his one hand on his heart and the other one on his massive bulge.

“Ah, mio caro! That’s my boy! So, something special? I do love you very much and the London Underground will always have a special place in my heart, as this was where I saw you first. Later, I’m dragging you off with me to get you something. I have a friend who works in a small jewellery shop not far from Harrods. OK?” Giovanni said and kissed me.

Clive got up and came to sit on his haunches in front of me.

“Ant, my dad texted me and he is immensely impressed with the photos of you and André. He is making a submission today to management to use you two for a special line of products aimed at young men. Would you be interested? It would mean an hour tomorrow night in front of the camera. He has arranged to use one of the royal suites in the hotel tomorrow night. What do I tell him?”

“Yes, of course, but let’s hear what André says,” I said and looked at my brother who happened to look in my direction. I winked him closer with my finger.

When he came to sit on his haunches, he said: “What’s up baby bro? No pun intended of course!” I wondered if he could see my bulge after looking at Mr Stranger’s huge bulge!

I filled him in what Clive has said and he agreed on the spot. “Baby bro, this could pay for Dad and Mom’s trip with us next year! Or we could use it as a down-payment on a beach house in Kommetjie! Or Claude could invest it for us. Yes! I’m in!”

“If Boss Models are satisfied, you guys will be world-renowned and will make tons of money. Plus, knowing you’re students, Boss will always be considering your schedule. But you will have to be prepared to travel to New York and Milan before long. They will work out the details …”

“New York! And Milan! Yes, oh fuck yes! Yes!” André said and jumped up! I noticed Mr Stranger was smiling at my brother’s antics.

“New York? Milan? But how? We’re students! Our classes start in February!” I put in.

“You might be required to go before the end of January, failing that, it would mean they’ll use a unique setting in South Africa to accommodate your availability. I’ll let Dad know it’s OK, right?” Clive said and fished his iPhone from his pants.

“If it’s in South Africa, I’d prefer the photographer to be Johann. Please tell your dad. He does lots of work for Boss Models SA. We owe much of our success to him. OK?” I said and looked at Johann and Gunther next to Mr Stranger. I indicated with my head for Johann to come over to us. He jumped up and came to join us.

“Fill him in please Clive,” I said.

Clive gave Johann a run-down of what was on the cards and of course Johann agreed on the spot.

“If they want our boys in New York, they could go during June or July. They have a hockey tour in April. Plus, I could organise the perfect setting for a shoot. I do have a few contacts. Yes, I'm in! And as for tomorrow’s shoot, I’d like to be there if I may please? Would the Boss photographers mind?”

“No, I’m sure it would be OK, but they’d be in charge. But I’m sure they wouldn’t mind to hear your perspective of things. Congratulations boys! Dad is so excited and so chuffed. It seems NY is over the moon and the fact that there are TWO of you, makes them very happy!” Clive said and kissed me. It was a tender kiss and we looked into each other’s eyes, knowing we were falling in love with each other … we just knew we’ve already fallen head-over-heels in love with each other.

When I looked up, Mr Stranger was almost salivating and was palming his cock snaking down his pants. He puckered his lips, inviting a kiss. Fuck! I’d jump his bones on the spot, given half a chance! I knew his huge cock would’ve hurt me big time, but since the Williams brothers, I am sure I could take on any cock! I winked at Mr Stranger and licked my lips. I put my index finger in my mouth and he responded by doing the same. Oh my godd!

Luigi got up and leaned down to kiss me and congratulate me, as did Pierre. Giovanni hugged me close to him and planted a kiss on my cheek. Gunther had joined us and was elated when he heard the news. He leaned down and merely said: “You deserve it, both of you!”

The rest of the boys congratulated us and when the train pulled into Green Park, we were still hugging and backslapping. Johann and André were joking big time and we cracked up laughing at all their anecdotes. I pulled out my iPhone and texted Dad: “Boss wants André and me to become their faces for new line for young men. Special shoot tomorrow night. They want us to go to NY, or they’ll come to us in CT. We’ll let you know. Love you!”

I looked up and saw Mr Stranger was still watching me and was looking at André as well. But I think he read the signs that André was most definitely not available for what he had in mind. I looked at the tall dark devastatingly stranger opposite me and realised this man must’ve been a model or a film star or something special. He was too beautiful to be just a 9-to-5 kind of guy. His hands … oh dear lord … his hands! His mouth! His dark eyes! His pitch-black hair! His stubble! His long nose! Even his ears were exquisite!

Clive was telling us what such a contract would mean to us. He said that we could earn big bucks and that it would easily pay for our university, for cars, for a house. He said we would be made men and models, and with our good looks, our height, our physique and everything else, Boss stands to make a fortune out of the new line, plus they’d look after us very well. Alexander being his dad, he knew what he was talking about.

The train slowed down and some passengers stood up, including Mr Stranger. Clive and some of the other guys took the vacated seats and Mr Stranger was standing right in front of me again. I looked up into his face and got the most beautiful smile and a wink. I looked away immediately and when the train gave a jolt around the last corner before pulling into Piccadilly Circus, his huge bulge was right in front of my face again. Oh fuck! My heart gave a pang: how would I ever meet up with this man? In the big London?

“I heard you guys speaking a strange language that sounds almost like Dutch. Where are you from?” Mr Stranger said. “My name is Rafael, I’m from Brazil.”

I got up when he put his hand out, and I felt a business card in his hand. Yess!

While I was holding his hand, I said: “We’re from South Africa and the language you heard some of us spoke, is Afrikaans. My name is Anton … or Antonio to most here. Pleased to meet you.”

I let go of his hand and discreetly closed my hand over the business card. The train came to a standstill and the doors whooshed open.

“*WhatsApp me!* Enjoy London. Hope to see you again! Take care! Adeus (Goodbye)!” Rafael, Mr Stranger, said as he stepped off the train. Oh my godd! What a literally tall, dark and fucking handsome hung hunk this man was! I turned around and saw he was looking back too and smiled at me. Oh fuck! My cock was rockhard and sopping wet! I want that massive cock in me!

“He is a damn sexy and tall man, Antonio! He obviously likes you!” Giovanni said next to me. “Did you see his big hands? I thought I had big hands but this man is a big guy! Herman has competition!”

“He said his name is Rafael and he’s from Brazil. Yes, he is handsome. I didn’t notice his hands,” I lied smoothly.

New passengers got on board and I nonchalantly pushed the business card in the inside pocket of my jacket. I’ll look at it later when I’m alone, I thought.

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The rest of the journey took us past Leicester Square, Covent Garden and Holborn. We got off and got on the Red Line via Chancery Lane to St Paul’s Underground. We got off and donned our scarves and beanies before ascending to street level.

Outside it was freezing cold. I wondered about the intended shoot later in Hyde Park. It was very cold. If it went ahead, I hoped it would be a short shoot.

“Guys, to the south, there is the unmistakable dome of the St Paul’s Cathedral, where Princess Diana got married to Prince Charles. It’s worth a visit, but entry is not free and there is no time today. You’ll have to come back for it at another time, on another trip to London. Come! The London Museum is north from here.”

We followed Clive up the street. After a short walk, we entered the London Museum.

“Guys, this is one of the big museums in London and entrance is free. You’ll have one hour to see the bare essentials. Gareth gave me some flyers my dad got from Kevin. Here they are. We’ll have a guide to show us the highlights … ah, here he is! Mr Jones! Good morning sir! This is the group that is made up of men mainly from South Africa. We have only one hour, so please show the guys the highlights. Thank you sir!”

Mr Jones was an elderly gentleman, impeccably dressed with a white shirt, a black tie, a dark grey jersey, and a dark grey suit. He was grey with white hair, but had a full head of hair.

“Good morning gentlemen. I’m Mr Donovan Jones and I’ll be your guide for today. The museum is vast and in one hour you’ll barely scratch the surface. But it would give you some idea of what is in the museum and on your next trip to London, do make sure this is one of your dedicated points of interest. Museums could be very boring but the curators and staff here have made it their task to keep the museum modern and in touch with the changing times and with technology. You’ll enjoy the hour. So then without any further ado, let’s get going. Oh yes, and here are some official pamphlets on the museum. You could read it all later. I’ve marked the exhibits we’re going to see for your convenience. Please follow me!”

The Museum of London documents the history of London from prehistoric to modern times. The museum is located on London Wall, close to the Barbican Centre as part of the striking Barbican complex of buildings created in the 1960s and 1970s as an innovative approach to re-development within a bomb-damaged area of the City of London.

It is a few minutes' walk north of St Paul's Cathedral, overlooking the remains of the Roman city wall and on the edge of the oldest part of London, now its main financial district. It is primarily concerned with the social history of London and its inhabitants throughout time. The museum is jointly controlled and funded by the City of London Corporation and the Greater London Authority.

The visit to the museum came to an end too soon. By half-past 11, we said goodbye to Mr Jones. I wanted to go to the toilet quickly. Some of the other guys wanted to go too, so Clive and the rest waited for us.

I pretended to ‘make a sitting’ and went into one of the stalls. I unzipped and sat down to take a pee, but took Rafael’s business card out and had a look. There was also a photograph of the god-like creature on the front of the card!

Rafael Ribeiro

Modelling Agency

Sao Paulo/London/Milan

It had a few numbers and there was a UK number starting with +44 amongst them. I quickly entered the number in my Address Book and took a photo of the picture on the card. I saved it and then sent a short WhatsApp message: ‘Antonio le Roux here, from the Underground. I’m dying to see, taste and FEEL you. We’re in ‘Heaven’ club tonight. Please come. Bye.’

I finished peeing, dried the tip of my cock, zipped up and flushed the toilet. I left the stall and washed my hands standing next to Pierre. His huge beautiful hands were just a sight to behold and I fell in love with him just a bit more.

“You OK Ant? What are you looking at? My hands?”

“Yes! I could never get enough of your big beautiful hands and feet! They're sensational!”

“And my cock too, I hope?”

“That goes without saying! Sheez! You should know that by now! And, that I fucking love you to bits my man!”

“Yes, I know, but I also know you could never be mine alone. I’m used to sharing you now but if anything ever happens … whatever … I’m available. I’d marry you and make love to you every day!”

“Oh puh-lease! You fuck him every day already now! It will only be the marrying bit that would be different! Sheez! What a sex pervert!” André, of course!

“Give me just one excuse to fuck you and I will. That should shut you up for a while. So, how about tonight, hmmm? What do you say André? My big old boerepiel in your hole? Hmmm?” Pierre said and pushed his bulge against André while he was drying his hands.

[‘Boerepiel’ = ‘boer cock’, considered rather crude]

“You keep that horse cock away from me! I’ll scream if you try and I’ll call my Dad!” André said and moved away from Pierre.

My iPhone binged. There was a WhatsApp message. I wiped the last of the water off on the paper towel and opened my iPhone. It was Rafael!

“Fuck! Am I glad I gave you my card! Yes, I want to see you. I’m also going to ‘Heaven’ tonight. Keep a lookout for me. I want to fuck you!”

“Your cock is huge but yes I want you to fuck me!”

“It’s 34cm, thick, uncut, big head, big balls, lots of precum and lots of cum. I’ll fuck you good! Pics?”

“Oh fuck yes! I’d love you to fuck me! I’ll look out for you!” I texted and included a picture of me with Big Ben in the background.

“Thanks for the pic. I’d love to give you a big Brazilian load to take home with you!”

“Yes! Please do!”

My iPhone binged and … my godd! A picture of his cock! It was curving down and it was enormous! My own cock sprang to life again! I sent him a picture of me reclining on the bed with a hard-on. My one leg was raised, and my hole was visible.

“I’d love to put my cock in that hole! I want to fuck you and shoot my load in you!”

“Yes I want it in there!” I texted as I entered the foyer again. Luigi reached for me and pulled me into his arms.

We all followed Clive out of the museum and down the street back to the St Paul’s Underground. The museum was vast and I was very disappointed to have had only one hour for such an immense selection of artefacts. I was definitely coming back, I thought as we walked down the street.

My iPhone binged again but I let it be. It could be Rafael again and I had Luigi’s arm around my shoulder with Pierre on my other side. We’ll make a plan tonight I thought.

We got back on the Red Line from St Paul’s to Chancery Lane, and got off at Holborn Underground. We walked northwest a few blocks and then we were in front of the impressive building housing the British Museum, with the columned façade. The museum is beyond 12 steps that ran almost the whole front part of the building.

“The Brithish Museum is another of the fee-free museums in London, and one that will blow your mind away. Come on guys – once again, we have only an hour to scratch the surface of the immense collection inside,” Clive said and led us up the steps into the building.

We walked in the front foyer and then into the newly covered Great Court. It was covered with a glass roof made of hundreds of triangles of glass encased in a metal grid. In the centre of the area was a vast white circular reading room.

“The Great Court transformed the Museum’s inner courtyard into the largest covered public square in Europe. It is a two-acre space enclosed by a spectacular glass roof with the world-famous Reading Room at its centre,” Clive said. “Here are some flyers, courtesy of Kevin and ahh! There is our guide! Hi Gwynevere! How are you doing? How are Paul and the boys? Guys, this is a family friend who helps at the museum during the holiday season. Gwyn, these are the boys from South Africa, but we also have a beautiful half-bred Italian here, and a thoroughbred Italian as well. And as you can see, we have beautiful darling twins too. André and Anton – yes, in that order! Anton is the first born and …”

“Hi Gwyn, I’m the elder brother and I have rights …” André said before Juan put his hand over André’s mouth. One never knows what could come out of that mouth!

“Hi guys! I hope you kept yourselves warm in this terrible cold. Both my boys have runny noses and Paul has his hands full with them! But he is a doting dad, and he doesn’t mind,” Gwynevere said. She was around 1,75m tall, had long red-brown hair with a kink in, and had freckles. She didn’t wear lots of makeup but she was clearly a real Scottish beauty.

“Hi Gwyn!” we said.

“Come guys, let’s get going. An hour is way too short but I’ll show you the Egyptian, Greek and Roman sections. There is much, much more, and lots in storage, but let’s get going. Here are some pamphlets on these three sections. I’ll highlight the most important exhibits and tell you more as we go along,” Gwynevere said and led us to the west wing into the Egyptian section.

It all took my breath away. There were tall statues, there were obelisks, huge hands that broke off statues … all granite and smooth and polished! There were mummies, there was stuff taken from graves … the collection was vast and Gwynevere told us there were millions of artefacts in storage.

At one stage I was behind one of the huge statues and quickly opened my iPhone. Rafael sent me 5 different pictures of his cock and body: his soft cock (huge, at least 23cm), immense head, big balls, huge hairy hands, hairy body and one with his leg bent and his foot resting on the edge of the chair he was sitting on. It took my breath away! Pierre, Clive and Luigi have found their match! Rafael’s feet were godlike! My godd! My cock was hard and leaking precum already! The last picture was of him reclining on a bed with his huge cock in his hand and a pool of cum shot onto his hairy chest and tummy. Oh dear godd! I had to have this man! I just had to have him! Please! Fucking please!

“Where are you, Ant? Oh, there you are. Come, we’re going to the Roman section. Come here my darling love!” Pierre said and put his arm around my shoulder as I slipped my iPhone into my pocket. As it happened, I stumbled and crashed with my hard-on into Pierre. “Ahhh! My man is hard! I’d suck you off sitting on the foot of this statue right now! But we’d end up in jail! Come my darling man!” Pierre said and hugged me close to him. “*Why are you hard?*”

“*I'm surrounded by a plethora of hunky hung men pumping loads of cum into me regularly, raising my testosterone levels to record levels, and you expect me to stay soft?*”

“*Well, to be quite honest, I’m also not completely soft. Stop and let me push it against you so you could feel it. There, do you feel it? It is in need of a hole, YOUR hole! Damn! Peter’s cock was the only one to have a piece of you this morning! Damn that milky white hung Pommie! I hate him! Come, they're waiting for us!*” Pierre said and we walked briskly to meet up with the others.

The British Museum is vast and the stuff in there is unbelievable. Of course, the stuff was plundered and pilfered from other countries in previous times, and the debate rages on whether it needs to be returned.

The British Museum is a museum dedicated to human history, art, and culture, located in the Bloomsbury area of London. Its permanent collection, numbering some 8 million works, is among the largest and most comprehensive in existence and originates from all continents, illustrating and documenting the story of human culture from its beginnings to the present.

The British Museum was established in 1753, largely based on the collections of the physician and scientist Sir Hans Sloane. The museum first opened to the public on 15 January 1759 in Montagu House in Bloomsbury, on the site of the current museum building. Its expansion over the following two and a half centuries was largely a result of an expanding British colonial footprint and has resulted in the creation of several branch institutions, the first being the British Museum (Natural History) in South Kensington in 1881. Some objects in the collection, most notably the Elgin Marbles from the Parthenon, are the objects of controversy and of calls for restitution to their countries of origin.

The hour in the British Museum also was over too soon. Another museum I wanted to see again and spend many more hours to see the vast collections. I found Luigi and hugged him and gave him a soft kiss.

“Hmmm mio caro! Out in public? What’s that for?”

“Just to show you how much I love you, mio caro! This is another museum we just have to come visit again! Magnificent, not so?” I beamed.

“Yes, I’ve been here a few times but every time there is something new. They really do have millions of artefacts in storage. But I agree. When we’re here again, I also want to see it again. Right now, I’m thirsty and a bit peckish. Let’s hear what Clive has to …” Luigi said just as Clive clapped his hands.

“Guys, thanks to Gwynevere for her time. There is a nice coffee shop not far from here. I feel like coffee or a hot chocolate and something to eat. Gwyn, please give my regards to Paul and we have to see each other before I leave …” Clive said.

“Leave? Where are you going?” Gwynevere said and took Clive’s arm. “What about your studies?”

“I’ve met these great guys and … I’m relocating to Cape Town to be close to them … *and I think I’ve fallen in love too …*”

“Which one of them?” Gwynevere said with a sparkle in her eye.

“*Erm … one of the twins …* Antonio, please come here!”

I stepped forward and Clive pulled me closer. “Hi Gwynevere!”

“Clive! You do have good taste! But there is another one! And how come this one is still single?” Gwynevere asked.

“Erm … it’s complicated … he won’t be mine alone … he is engaged to Luigi … we’re a group of guys … I’ll tell you later. It really is complicated!” Clive said and blushed cherry red. I was blushing too and reached for Luigi to join us. Of course, André stepped up to the plate as well. Poor Gwynevere!

“My goodness! What does Alexander say about all of this?” Gwynevere asked.

“He’s fine and he said he’d be only a plane ticket away and it will give him an excuse to ‘inspect’ (he air quoted) Boss in Cape Town to give an opportunity to see me. In any case, the medical school is world class and Dad is working such long hours. Plus, I’ve really fallen hard for this guy here … Actually, I love the whole lot, but this one is very special! Right guys?” Clive said and looked like a small boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar! He was adorable!

“I’m not judging you Clive! I’m not really surprised. Antonio is adorable! But how many of you in this ménage a whatever?”

“Around 12 guys, depending on who is available. But we’re happy and all will be fine, right Ant? Luigi? Pierre? Juan? Giovanni is also relocating to Stellenbosch. We’re one happy family! I’ve said enough! Enough for now for you to digest! Come guys, I’m thirsty! Thanks Gwyn! Goodbye Gwyn! We have to go! We must be at Hyde Park by 1 o’clock and we need coffee first. Come guys!” Clive rambled on and we took our leave after shaking Gwynevere’s hand. Clive hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

When I shook Gwynevere’s hand, she pulled me closer and whispered: “*Look after him. He is a soft soul and deserves of lots of love. I’ve known him since he was a small boy. Love him and take care of him! You look like you could!*” She leaned forward and gave me a peck on the cheek.

“*Thanks Gwynevere! Yes, I do love him and yes I will take care of him. We’re just hoping he can relocate to Cape Town! Thanks for everything and goodbye! Take care!*” I said and ran after the others to join them as they crossed the quad in front of the museum.

“Real British coffee shop or Starbucks?” Clive asked.

“British!” most of the guys shouted. Nothing wrong with Starbucks, but we wanted to experience a British coffee shop.

The “Café Klea” was across the street, just around the corner. It was a nice cosy place but our group was rather big. The manager politely asked some of the patrons to move and then he and some of the waitrons quickly organised seating for all twelve of us.

From the moment we walked in, it was like we were walking into coffee heaven! The aroma was intoxicating and the variety of coffees was astonishing. OK, not as diverse as Starbucks, but it was clear the coffee would be great. I looked at the delicacies behind the glass of the counter and I was salivating like a puppy! The stuff looked divine.

After we sat down – Luigi on my right and Clive on the lelft (Giovanni and Pierre aimed to sit next to me but decided not to challenge the boys) and opposite me it was Johann and Gunther. I immediately felt a foot touching mine. When I looked up, Gunther winked at me and gave me the most gorgeous smile. I winked back and blew him a kiss.

“What is going on there? People, and baby bro, we’re in public now! I saw that, Jerry! Behave or I’m calling Dad! Sheez! You know!” André, who else? Juan sat next to him and on André’s other side, it was Morné. It would appear all was forgiven and hunky-dory again. Opposite them it was Herman and Johan. Giovanni got a seat next to Luigi (so they could gossip in Italian, no less!) and opposite him it was my darling man, Pierre. Fuck, I love him! But so Giovanni and Clive and Luigi and the whole lot!

Two waitrons brought us menus and told us the Christmas special for the day was English beef and mustard sandwiches with a cup of coffee for £11,50 each. If we wanted some of the baked goods, like cheesecake, it would cost only £1,50 extra.

We all decided to get the beef and mustard sandwiches and then some of the Danish pasties. We left it to the waitrons to bring us what sells the best and tasted the best.

The aroma of coffee hung heavily in the air and smelled so good. I felt a hand on my leg: Luigi.

“The coffee here smells good, but I can’t wait for you to taste our Italian coffee. Você concorda Giovanni? (Do you agree Giovanni?)” Luigi said.

“Luigi, eu concordo totalmente! Café italiano é o melhor! (Luigi, I totally agree! Italian coffee is the best!)” Giovanni said. Fortunately, André didn't hear the Italian, but Pierre did.

“Oh, please guys! It’s almost Christmas! Give us a break from the Italian already! What the hell did you say now?” Pierre said grinning and gave Giovanni’s jaw a playful jab.

Giovanni told him and Clive what they were saying, and Gunther piped up: “Excuse me! Have you tasted German coffee? Hmmm? My mom will brew you a cup of coffee that would knock you dead!”

“Then we won’t be drinking your Mom’s German coffee, Jerry! Imagine the headlines: ‘Tourist friends’ death by coffee!’” Pierre said and we all cracked up.

“Wait until you’ve tasted Mutti’s coffee! But I’m open for anything Italian since I’ve met Luigi and Gio!” Gunther said, ever the gentleman!

I felt Clive’s hand on my other leg and I put mine on top of his. “What did Gwyn say to you?”

“She’s very fond of you and told me to love you and take care of you! But we know that’s a no-brainer! I already love you so damn much, and I do want to take good care of you!” I said and squeezed his hand.

“You’re just the fucking – sorry Dad –” (he looked up at the ceiling) “best thing ever! I fucking – sorry again Dad! – love you man! I can’t wait to get my papers in order so I can move to Stellin … oh fuck! No more sorries Dad! Stel-len-bosss … erm … bosch? Right?”

“You’ll get it right eventually, and yes, we all want you to join us as soon as possible. We all love you and … ahem … you know what!” I put in and squeezed his hand again.

“Want to feel it?”

“No! Clive! No!” I protested half-heartedly. “Of course I’d love to touch your monster, but we are in a coffee shop!”

He took my hand and put it on his leg, pulled his jacket over my hand and pushed it up to his crotch with his monster pointing to his left. My godd! It was rock-hard!

“*You're a sex deviant in all departments, but I still love you! Or, that’s why I do love you and don’t see the fucking beautiful face, hands, feet, hairy body, eyes, huge dick …*” I said and squeezed his leg and huge hard dick.

“Clive, you might have a cock of death, but I’m still the alpha male and the fiancé, OK? Behave or we’ll have your big balls as appetizers!” Luigi! Where did that come from?

Gunther, Johann, Giovanni and Pierre laughed heartily. And Clive too. What a nice sexy guy with a super sense of humor!

“I know of someone who would love the ball juices, but not for me! For all we know, the curse of his upper sex drive will come with the juices and we’ll all end up looking like super models with huge dicks, enormous hands and feet …! I’m horny enough. This Pommie is nobody’s matey! He is unique, and sexy and beautiful, and we still love him, don’t we?” Johann put in and reached over the table to ruffle Clive’s hair.

“Watch it! I still need to look good for our ‘baby bro’! Just now he might lose interest in me and look at you! And then, what about my intended move to UCT without balls?”

“Ant loves you just the way you are, warts and all! Your huge gherkin will make it all good, bad hair or not!” Pierre put in and we roared with laughter. Clive threw a sachet of sugar at Pierre who deftly caught it and pressed it against his heart. “And I love you too Pommie!”

What Pierre said wasn’t totally true: I really liked the English lad, and his huge cock was a nice addition to the mix, but everything about him was nice. Yes, he is super sexy, devastatingly attractive, tall, and hairy, and he could fuck like few others. His multiple orgasms also put him in a different league than most men.

The chatter continued and we heard that Johan has bought his Booboo – Herman! – a mini replica of the Rosetta Stone in the museum. He held it up and we were all in awe of the memento.

“What? No! We have to go back! I want one too, please? Please Clive? I didn't see that!” I said and squeezed Clive’s leg.

“It’s so close. They sell it in the shop. I could go back quickly and get you one. Who else wants a mini-Rosetta Stone?”

Everybody wanted one.

“Then it’s 10 more! I have one already and Herman too. Johan, do you want one for yourself too?”

“Yes please! Seeing that you’re going to buy more. They’re at the shop and they’re priced at £6,99 each. Please take this £100 and let me pay for them. My small Christmas gift, OK?” Johan said and passed a £100 note down the table to Clive.

“Here is money: please buy one for Dad too!” I asked.

“No ways! I’ll pay for it too! Clive, please get 11?” Johan said.

“Oh, OK. That’s settled then. I’ll be quick! Don’t go anywhere! I’m watching you, Gio!” Clive said and kissed me in broad daylight. The others cheered him on. He smiled from ear to ear and waved at us as he ran out the coffee shop back to the museum.

“You really like him, don’t you mein Schatz (my darling)? But then again, what’s not to like? He is one of the nicest men I’ve ever met. But I like you a lot too, Gio! Don’t worry! I think you’re very sexy and at 29cm, your gherkin is ample … not quite as big as my 29 comma FIVE, but you’re OK!” Gunther was a clown after all! “And Pee-AIR … fuck, bhoorkie, I love you like the brother I never had!”

“Oh, thank you Jerry! I love you too! As long as you don't use me for one of your experiments, I’m OK with you!” Giovanni said and put his right hand over his heart and blew the German man a kiss with his left hand.

“I agree Gio! Imagine the results he’ll find and the gigabytes of data he’ll need to record all his findings when he were to investigate this,” Pierre said and waved at his body. “Nobody would believe him and his reputation would be fucked!”

“You guys make me sick! All this love and ‘gherkins’ and what not – all in broad daylight! I hope you’re not eating with those foul mouths! Sies man!” André of course. We really laughed at his antics. “I’m calling Dad to get MI6 to remove you from society!”

“My lethal weapon of ass destruction still has a number on your ass, Loud Mouth!” Pierre said and André faux gasped.

“MI6 to the rescue! Call Dad!” When will my brother be normal? But then again, nothing would be the same without his antics.

“Please let me see your mini-Rosetta Stone Herman?” Luigi asked. When the paper weight reached him, he looked at it carefully. It was a really good miniature replica of the stone that eventually led to the understanding of Egyptian hieroglyphs, cracked by the Frenchman, Jean-François Champollion.

Gunther was quite clued-up with the Rosetta Stone as his one uncle is a lecturer in archaeology at the Berlin University. He gave us a quick run-down on the stone and its history and how the Frenchman eventually deciphered the stone and with that, Egyptian hieroglyphs.

“Thanks Gunther, but guys, did you enjoy the British Museum? Did you feel like you’ve actually visited a ‘museum?” Juan asked.

We all agreed it was worth it, albeit the time that was way too short – far too short, and it didn’t feel like an ordinary museum.

Just then the door opened and Clive rushed in short of breath carrying a brown paper bag in one hand.

“Here you go! Wasn't that quick? I'm not an ace swimmer for nothing! Here is your £23 change Johan. Shall I pass the bag around so you could each take a paper weight? The guy at the counter could’nt believe it when I asked for 11 mini-Rosetta stones!”

I took the bag and took out two of the Rosetta Stones. This was going to be given a special place on my desk! And I knew Dad would like to have one too. I pulled out the pamphlet we got from Gwynevere and the flyer we got from Clive (courtesy of Kevin) and looked up what it said about the Rosetta Stone.

[If you’ve visited Egypt, or are curious about the history of this incredible country and its history and heritage, you’d understand why the following excerpt on hieroglyphs is added. If it isn’t your scene, it is done in italics, so you can easily skip it altogether. It's ONLY here for the benefit of the afficionados amongst us, and perhaps serve as a piece of education for those who don’t know what the hieroglyphs are, their use, significance and how important the Rosetta Stone was to decipher the ancient writing (if it could be classified as ‘writing’ per se!). Being able to read and understand hieroglyphs, it opened a wealth of information for Egyptologists and historians.]

The Rosetta Stone is a granodiorite stele inscribed with a decree issued at Memphis, Egypt, in 196 BC on behalf of King Ptolemy V. The decree appears in three scripts: the upper text is Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, the middle portion Demotic script, and the lowest Ancient Greek. Because it presents essentially the same text in all three scripts (with some minor differences among them), it provided the key to the modern understanding of Egyptian hieroglyphs.

Before the discovery of the Rosetta Stone and its eventual decipherment, there had been no understanding of the Ancient Egyptian language and script since shortly before the fall of the Roman Empire. The usage of the hieroglyphic script had become increasingly specialised even in the later Pharaonic period; by the 4th century AD, only a few Egyptians could read hieroglyphs. Monumental use of hieroglyphs ceased after the closing of all non-Christian temples in the year 391 by the Roman Emperor Theodosius I; the last known inscription, found at Philae and known as The Graffito of Esmet-Akhom, is dated to 24 August 396 AD.

Hieroglyphs retained their pictorial appearance, and classical authors emphasised this aspect, in sharp contrast to the Greek and Roman alphabets. For example, in the 5th century the priest Horapollo wrote Hieroglyphica, an explanation of almost 200 glyphs. Believed to be authoritative, but in many ways it was misleading, this and other works were a lasting impediment to the understanding of Egyptian writing. Later attempts at deciphering hieroglyphs were made by Arab historians in medieval Egypt during the 9th and 10th centuries. Dhul-Nun al-Misri and Ibn Wahshiyya were the first historians to study this ancient script, by relating them to the contemporary Coptic language used by Coptic priests in their time. The study of hieroglyphs continued with fruitless attempts at decipherment by European scholars, notably Johannes Goropius Becanus in the 16th century, Athanasius Kircher in the 17th and Georg Zoëga in the 18th. The discovery of the Rosetta Stone in 1799 provided the critical missing information required, gradually revealed by a succession of scholars, and that eventually it allowed Jean-François Champollion to determine the nature of this mysterious script.

“Guys, now we have miniature versions of a piece of history in our hands! This is going to be one of my prized possessions alongside my MacBook Air and other iThings. Luigi, we must please come back here?” I put in.

“For sure mio caro! Only the Smithsonian in Washington equals the British Museum. And one day I’m taking you there too. Ahh! Here is our food! Hmmmm!” Luigi said and rubbed his hands when the two waitrons arrived with two huge trays with our sandwiches. A third and fourth waitron arrived with our coffee.

The sandwiches were enormous! They were at least 15cm square – far bigger than slices of bread back home! Plus, the filling was stacked to a level that made it impossible to just shove it into one’s mouth and take a bite! The beef was put between the heavily buttered slices of bread in a wavy fashion with the sliced tomatoes, sliced gherkins, onions and Dijon mustard and with crispy lettuce completing the sandwiches. Wow! It was big and the seeded seeded wholewheat bread was soft and fresh.

“I need to take a picture of this!” I said and whipped out my iPhone. I took a few pictures of the sandwich and coffee and then asked one of the waitrons to take a few group pictures of us. He took a couple of pictures of the six guys on one side and then of the other six on the other side, and then he took pictures of us, two at a time. He was very skilled.

“Enjoy gentlemen! Café Klea is renowned for its food, and our sandwiches are famous beyond our borders!” the photographer waitron said, and winked at Luigi. Wow! My man got a fan!

I looked at Luigi and nudged him. “He’s giving you the eye, my sexy Ita!”

“Silencio mio caro! There is no such thing!” Luigi said but blushed crimson red! “Eat your food and keep quiet!” Luigi was giggling!

Then a silence – if one ignored the ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ and ‘hmms’ emanating from the 12 men – descended on the group as we dug in. The sandwiches tasted divine and were very tasty.

But the silence and peace lasted only 33 seconds … OK, 35 seconds, OK? André was still with us, remember?

“Hmmmm! Baby bro, have you ever had a bigger sandwich than this? You’re so used to big things … hmmm! What? Ouch! Ogre, it’s true! I’m calling Dad! Hitting me like that! Sies man! Baby bro, it IS huge, or what? And the taste! We must find a bakery that can bake bread like this so Mom could make us such sandwiches!” André put in and added a few ‘hmms’! “Ogre, I’m telling Dad about his son-in law’s bad behaviour in public, and with his first born son, nogal! Sies man!”

“Let’s call Dad sommer now. I’d like to hear what you’ll tell him, as I have a few things to add. Call Dad!” Juan called André’s bluff.

“You can consider yourself very lucky that I love you too much, you utter rubbish!”

Lots of laughter, of course!

“Uncle Mario will know where to find such bread. We’ll ask him. And if there isn’t, I’m sure he can bake us some,” Luigi said. “I’ll ask the waitron what the main ingredients are.”

The sandwiches were very tasty and very filling. My godd! I didn’t realise just how hungry I was, despite the huge breakfast we had a few hours ago, but this sandwich was too good not to finish it. And the coffee … it tasted absolutely wonderful.

“Everything to your liking gentlemen?” photographer waitron asked.

“I need to know what coffee you’re using. This is wonderful! Not to mention the sandwich. Absolutely divine!” Pierre said.

“And I’d love to know what the main ingredients are of the bread. My uncle has a pizzeria in South Africa and we’d like him to try to emulate your superb bread! Please?” Luigi asked.

“For some of our coffees, we use a mix we buy from a supplier here in London. They prepare it according to the requirements of Signore Rossi, the owner. I’m not at liberty to divulge such information, but hearing you speaking, I’m sure you're not from London, and the secret will leave with you, so here goes; it’s a three-way mix of two medium roast and one dark roast coffee. Plus, we buy the beans and roast and grind the coffee here. And last but not least, we add a pinch of salt per cup to the coffee mix – it does make a difference. Oh, and we only use filtered water. And something else: we keep our ‘illy’ espresso machine immaculately clean. Yes, and we do use ‘illy’ coffee for our espresso and cappuccino. You have a choice. So, I take it you like our coffee? A top up for all? For you guys: it’s bottomless!” the waitron explained and looked at us.

“I’ll ask our chef about the bread, but I know there are many seeds and goodies like finely crushed pecan nuts, sesame seeds, poppy seeds, sunflower seeds, cracked pumpkin seeds and I think linseed? I’ll have to check with him. He won't give you the recipe but I’m sure he’ll give me a list of the ingredients, other than the obvious flour and yeast. I’ll be back.”

“Yes, please! Some more of your coffee!” we all said and those whose cups were not empty yet, emptied it on the spot to get some more.

As soon as the coffee was replenished, the pasties arrived … oh my godd! We’ve died and gone to coffee and pasties heaven! We each chose two pasties from the large plates put in front of us. The dough was flaky, light and buttery and the fillings creamy and fruity and tasty. It tasted wonderful!

The waitron gave Luigi a slip of paper with the secret ingredients of the bread … hmmm! Zio Mario will bake us this special bread, I hope!

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After Clive settled the bill using the Boss credit card, we buttoned up our jackets, donned our scarves and beanies and we left Café Klea with full tummies. We were nice and warm due to the coffee, sandwiches and pasties. It was wonderful.

But outside, Mother Nature gave us a bitch-slap of note to bring us back to a very cold earth! It was fucking cold! I fished out my iPhone and the Weather App said it was -13ºC! Sheez! It started to snow again. It was beautiful, but fuck! It was cold!

We walked back to the Holborn Underground. The sidewalks had piles of snow on the edges and against the hedges. We bundled down the stairs, tapped our Oyster Cards on the turnstiles’ pads and went down to the Blue Line that headed westwards towards Covent Garden.

We huddled together and of course some people were gawking at us. When the Afrikaans ones amongst us spoke our mother tongue, and made fun of some of the oddly dressed punks, the eyes grew wide. We had lots of fun and when the train came into the station from the right, we were in an even better mood than in the British Museum or Café Klea.

As a good-looking young couple got up to get off at the next station, they were full of giggles. And then we heard them speaking Afrikaans! My eyes grew big and I laughed with them.

“So, here are some more boertjies in London! You’re a fine-looking bundle of men! What are you doing here?” the young guy asked while his beautiful ladyfriend hung on his arm.

“So, you’ve overheard us! I hope we didn’t say too many crude things …! Did we? Forgive my brother – he’s a loose cannon. My Dad has a sharp knife and we’re going to neuter him when … ouch! Bro! That hurts!” I said when André slapped me on the back.

“Behave or I’ll use Dad’s knife on YOU! Watch it! Don’t listen to him. He’s just jealous because I'm older and more beautiful than him … ouch! Baby bro! Behave, magtig!”

[“Magtig” = in this sentence, it’s not mighty, but something like damn it].

“Enjoy your time in London and stay warm,” the girl said.” If I didn’t have my own boertjie with me, I’d have selected one of you,” she said, smiling at Gio … I didn’t have the heart to tell her he is a halfbred, and definitely not a boertjie, even though he fucks me regularly and he’ll come to South Africa next year. So, in the end, he’ll be working for Mario after all, living in Stellenbosch with us and he just might eventually become a beautiful boertjie of sorts …

The tube was busy and we could muster only standing space. I ended up facing my darling Luigi and Pierre – who else, the snake! – behind me. He abused the situation and soon I felt a raging hard-on pushing into my crack.

“*Feel that? I wish I could put it in you right here, right now! Imagine the looks and comments!*” he groaned in my ear, making growling sounds like a bear.

“Pierre, you're terrible! Stop it!” I said as I felt my own cock growing and pushing against Luigi.

“Mio caro, what is happening behind you? Is that man harassing you? Shall I ask André to call Dad?” Luigi said and we all burst out laughing. The others knew what Pierre was up to. We all knew he was insatiable and only Clive matched his incredible sex drive.

Of course, the South African couple didn’t catch on what was playing off with Pierre right in front of them … just as well! But I was sure they realised we’re gay, but they were still friendly.

“Dad wouldn't mind! He’d actually help me, so there!” Pierre said cockily and pushed his cock harder against me and put his one arm around my waist. It touched Luigi’s crotch …

“My godd Ita! You’re one to talk! Sheez!” He switched to Afrikaans and said: “Julle moet voel wat gaan aan in daai Italianer se broek! Die slang! (You should feel what’s going on in that Italian’s pants! The snake!)”

The guys roared with laughter, except of course Luigi, Clive and Giovanni. They asked the others around them for a translation and then Luigi blushed crimson red.

“I can't help it …! Sheez guys! *‘He’ has a will of his own, like yours too!*” Luigi hissed the last part and pulled his crotch away from Pierre’s hand, which was hidden behind our open jackets hanging down. “*Stop it, Pierre!*”

“Spoilsport! *Come on, stand closer to Ant man! He’s cold and all and …*” Pierre said.

“You’re such a deviant man! What my brother sees in you, I don’t know! I’m calling my Dad!” André put in.

Luigi did stand closer to me and I felt his hard cock pushing against my cock. My godd! I’d let them both fuck me on the spot if we could! The rocking motion of the train caused our cocks to rub against each other and Pierre’s huge cock in my crack.

“*I’m seconds away from cumming, Ant!*” Pierre said in my ear. Fuck no! What a waste it would be!

Clive moved in on my right and Giovanni on my left and pushed against us: both hard of course!

It dawned on the South African couple we are gay, and smiled at us. At least an enlightened couple.

Four men hot and hard for me … I couldn't be happier. I didn’t know yet what Piero would bring to the mix …

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The train stopped at Covent Garden. The South African couple got off and wished us well. Some seats became vacant, but the five of us remained standing … for obvious reasons!

At Leicester Square, Luigi put a stop to the shenanigans and pulled me down next to him on a vacant seat.

“No guys! Come on! This is highly inappropriate! I’m sure Dad won’t approve. Let’s wait until we’re at the hotel later! But I still love you very much mio caro!”

We sat down and I put my hand in Luigi’s lap with his jacket covering my hand, touching his crotch, and with my shoulder pushing against his. Despite the sex with the others, I still loved this wonderful and sexy man very much. He is just my other half and we share our interests, tastes and we both feel the other one is the completing piece to finish our jig-saw puzzle.

Pierre squeezed in on my other side and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. “Sorry man, but fuck! You’re too much! You’ll make me forget my manners! Sorry Ant, and Luigi, but I’ve demonstrated to you now how I feel about you! Right?”

“All is fine but let’s tone it down a bit in public. Not everybody is as tolerant as the couple from South Africa,” Luigi said and kissed Pierre. “Never forget I love you too, you beautiful tall blue-eyed hung hunk!”

“Ahhh! Luigi, you’re such a gentleman, and of course I love you too!” Pierre said and kissed Luigi again.

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The train stopped at Piccadilly Circus and quite a number of people boarded, and some more at Green Park. Many passengers had to stand but the ride to Hyde Park Corner was brief. I looked at my watch and saw it was 10 to 1 – just in time for our shoot!

We got off the train and ascended the stairs to street level. The southeast corner of Hyde Park was across the road, covered in a thick layer of snow. We crossed the street and when we came around a thicket of bushes, we saw the photographers setting up their equipment. They were dressed to the nines against the cold.

As we were already dressed according to Gareth’s schedule, there was no need to change clothes. The makeup people asked us to remove our beanies – fuck, it was cold! – and then they gave each of us a touch up, and requested us to not put our beanies back. They applied some base, some dabs, hair brushed into the style they wanted, some hairspray and we were ready. And of course André … who else … complained about the hairspray!

“It’s going to be a quick one. It’s bitterly cold but Mr Cooper wanted some pictures of you in this part of London. A few pictures here and then more over there next to ‘The Serpentine’, the body of water you see there. OK, twins first, then we want the two Italians together, then Gunther and Johann. Here is the list for the rest of the groupings. Come guys, let’s get this done and get out of this cold! Greg, cameras and umbrellas please!” Peter was in charge again.

Peter photographed us in different poses, in groups and even single. Then he moved us to the water. In summer there would’ve been numerous swans but it was freezing cold and some of them, like females with the cygnets, and juveniles, are kept in special shelters during winter. Natural adaptations of swans: they are physiologically equipped to handle freezing temperatures. They preen their feathers with oil from a gland near their tail to keep them waterproof and warm. When resting or sleeping on land, they often tuck their heads and feet into their warm down feathers.

And, it’s obvious, the most beautiful creatures in the park were the swans on the water. They swam to the edge when they saw us. Some members of the photo crew gave us each a bag of food to feed the swans.

While we were feeding the swans, Peter and his crew clicked away. I was sure the pictures would be stunning.

“Aren’t they just beautiful Luigi? They’re so exquisite!” I said and held some food in my hand, and threw some more food on the water too.

We had our iPhones out and we too took pictures and even that activity was captured and would be used by Boss Models.

Our interaction with the swans was a wonderful experience, but it was freezing. My nose and ears felt like they were dead! The crew called it a wrap and thanked us. The makeup ladies came to us with Thermos flasks with hot chocolate and paper cups. It was a welcome gesture and we thanked them for being so kind.

“Please still keep the beanies off for now!” Peter said.

We all huddled together and enjoyed the hot beverage.

“Guys, if all the models and celebrities we must work with were as easy to work with as it is with you, our lives would have been one wonderful experience, but alas! It’s not the case. The number of prima donnas we must deal with … unbelievable. Thank you very much guys! And the twins … my godd! I’ve never seen twins so identical and so good-looking! I’m looking forward to our shoot tomorrow night! You guys rock! You’re going to make an immense impression and splash in the fashion world! Not to mention the Italians and the rest of you! You guys are just unbelievable!” Peter said while one of his assistants was continuing to photograph us while we were having our informal groupings, enjoying our hot chocolate.

“Thanks Peter. It is a pleasure to work with you too and the twins would never disappoint you. I’ll make sure of that. It’s just that to control the mouth of the one, it needs to be taped shut from time to ti …” Juan got in.

“You backstabber you! I’m calling my Dad!” André retorted, on top form!

We all roared with laughter and it was our cue to say our goodbyes. We crossed the street and got on the Blue Line to Knightsbridge. Harrods, here we come!

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It was a short ride and when we got off the train and went up the stairs, we ended up right in front of the southern side of the famous shop.

“Guys, do not fall in the tourist trap here. Only looking and browsing! No buying! Most that is here, is available 90% cheaper elsewhere. Just some advice: there are several very nice shops just around the corner in Walton Street. I heard you wanted to get my Dad some South African wine. There is a shop there that has quite a selection from all over the world, including wine from South Africa. There are also some shops that sell memorabilia such as fridge magnets, postcards, plates, T-shirts and the like. But, apart from the wine, I think you could easily get everything cheaper in Soho tomorrow,” Clive said and led the way to the wine cellar. “We’ll be back here in half an hour and then you can ogle the exquisite expensive stuff in Harrods.”

On our way to the wine cellar, we passed a shop that makes 3D laser engravings in crystal blocks.

“André and I want to have a quick look here. We’ll wait for you here, OK? We’ll give you our contribution for the wine,” I said and pulled André back.

“Oh, OK. We won't be ltoo ong. We’ll meet you here in about 15 minutes’ time,” Clive said. There were also some other shops selling T-shirts and other stuff, so some of the other guys wanted to have a look at those.

“Do you think what I think?” I asked André and looked at the crystal blocks on display. They had 3D pictures inside: dolphins, seagulls, London scenery, faces of people – it looked stunning.

“You're a genius baby bro! Yes! This is perfect! We’ve just come from a shoot and we didn’t put our beanies back on, so we’re A-for-a-way! Let’s do it! I have a £100 pound note in my wallet! Come!”

We enquired inside and the Taiwanese gentleman and his wife were very friendly. We told them we wanted a few 3D engravings and asked for a quotation. They showed us the sizes and we decided on 3 crystal blocks each 10cm long, 8cm wide and 8cm high, and 4 crystal blocks measuring 8cm by 6cm by 6cm.

We decided on the basic engravings in frosted white in the clear crystal. There were other available in shades of black and grey, but it was more expensive. We actually liked the frosty white.

The shop owners spoke to each other in Mandarin and told us it would be £85.

We looked at each other and asked if we couldn't get some discount because it was a big order and that we were students from South Africa.

The Taiwanese spoke some more to each other and made some calculations on a calculator.

“Yes, we can give you for £75, because you from South Africa! We have family there. What you want?” the gentleman asked in a heavy accent. He gave us a pen and a sheet of paper, We put our heads together and decided on the wording for each crystal block. It would include a 3D picture of the two of us. We wrote on the sheet of paper:

1.         Luigi: Large

André & Anton

Saluti da Londra

2025

 

2.         Juan: Large

André & Anton

Groete uit Londen

2025

 

3.         Giovanni: Large

André & Anton

Saluti da Londra

2025

 

4.         Pierre: Large

André & Anton

Groete uit Londen

2025

 

5.         Johann: Medium

André & Anton

Groete uit London

2025

 

6.         Gunther: Medium

André & Anton

Grüße aus London

2025

 

7.         Dad & Mom: Large:

André & Anton

Groete uit Londen

2025

 

As I gave the gentleman the list, I saw they also made laser-engraved car keyrings with the logo of the car separately and whatever you wanted engraved on the silver tag on the ring.

“André! Two personalised keyrings for our two Auris! Sir, if we take two of the keyrings, how much more?”

“Baby bro, you’re a genius! Yes, that would be nice!”

“Depend what you want, cheap is £5,99. Expensive £9,99. Which car? What on tag?”

“Toyota,” André said. The lady took the Toyota keyring from the display and handed it to him. The logo was of a ‘skeleton’ emblem of the Toyota logo on a key ring with the personalised tag added which they kept in a separate box.

We conferred and decided on the following;

 

André

ECO 25.1 – WP

 

Anton

ECO 25.2 – WP

 

“That £5,99 each but £80 for everything, OK?”

“Yes, thanks! We’ll take it!” I beamed.

“Please come sit here for photo. Please check in mirror all is OK,” the lady said in an even heavier accent.

We checked each other and both of us pushed a hair or two in its place and brushed some imaginary threads from each other’s jackets.

“You want snow on shoulders?” the lady asked.

“Yes! Let’s keep it and let’s take the picture before it all melts!” André said and I agreed.

“Please keep still,” the gentleman said. He was busy polishing the crystal blocks and watched his wife working the camera. “Nice! Very nice!”

We sat down and the lady took pictures of us in different poses with the 3D camera that consisted of a moving camera lens that took a 360º picture of us. The lens moved fairly quickly.

“Come look. Which you like?”

We took a look at the pictures on the computer screen. Wow! They were astonishingly beautiful and in 3D! She moused over the pictures and it showed the two of us in full 3D!

We made our selection for each engraving and the lady took the first crystal block and placed it in a chamber and closed the lid.

“Please type here. Strange language,” the lady requested. I stepped forward and I typed the wordings for each crystal block in a proforma. She stood next to me and saved each proforma with the correct photo we selected. She clicked with the mouse and a green banner appeared showing the percentage of completion.

“Take 7 minutes each. You come back in hour?”

“Yes, but let’s pay now!” I suggested.

The gentleman was busy on another computer.

“OK. You wait. Keyrings finish now!” the gentleman said and punched away on the keyboard. Our order for the keyrings was much easier. He inserted the first tag in a similar but smaller chamber than what his wife was using for the crystal blocks, and punched Enter. A green percentage bar appeared and it was much faster than the bigger engraver.

I gave the Taiwanese gentleman my £100 note and he gave me back a £20 note.

“Thank you,” the gentleman said and bowed.

The machine beeped. He removed the first key tag and gave it to me. It was mine. It was beautiful and shiny. He put the second tag in the chamber and punched Enter.

Soon the machine beeped again. When done, he took the key tag from the chamber and gave it to André.

“Baby bro! We’re going to be the envy of the lot! Not to mention the lot back home! It’s so beautiful!” André gushed. “Thank you, sir! They are beautiful!” André said and bowed to the gentleman.

“You happy? Good!” the man said and bowed too.

“Crystal ready in hour, OK?” the lady said and smiled. Just then the guys walked in.

“What are you buying? Hmmm?” Pierre asked.

I turned to them and showed them our keyrings.

“I want one too! Sheez! How much?” Johann asked.

“£5,99 each. They have all the major car logos available and the engraving is done quickly!” André filled in the rest of the guys.

Everybody bought a keyring, except for Giovanni and Clive. They had cars in London but they decided they’d have it done later after they’ve acquired cars in South Africa. Clive’s dad could have it done here in London.

Within minutes, all the car keyrings were ready, paid and we left. I nodded to the gentleman and hung back. “We’ll be back in an hour for the crystals! Thanks! Shhh!” I said, with my finger on my lips and pointed at the guys as they left, and followed the other guys. They woman understood that it was gifts for the guys.

“Very good! Shhh!” she said and smiled.

Luigi put his arm around my shoulder. “So, what have you been up to? Not just keyrings, I presume?”

“It’s a surprise! I’m sure everybody will be happy!” I answered.

“I know what it is but I’ll act surprise!”

“You're too clever for your own good, Dottore Moretti! Did you get something for Alexander?”

“Yes, I wasn’t the best final year student at university for nothing! Yes, we got wine for him, for Gareth and Peter. Would you believe the lady at the store referred us to a shop in Soho owned by South Africans where we could get South African stuff, as well as nice Belgian chocolates for the ladies? What do you think we should get for Peter? A cock ring?” Luigi joked.

“I doubt if there would be a cock ring big enough for him! But yes, I think we should get him something from the shop in Soho. Perhaps there could be something manly from good old SA?” I said. Peter, the big-dicked bell-hop deserved something for his kindness, his huge dick and cum … I'd have bought it myself too.

We crossed the street and then it was time for photos with Harrods in the background. We had lots of fun and at one stage twin girls approached us – hopefuls, I presume! – and offered to take pictures of the whole group. We posed and laughed so hard at André and Johann’s jokes. Pierre was in his element and he too cracked a few jokes, mostly at the expense of the Italians and Clive.

The girls introduced themselves. They were Catherine and Chloe from Wimbledon. They were at university studying to become physiotherapists.

We chatted a bit and when they heard we were from South Africa, they were amazed and just wanted to chat. They followed us into Harrods and kept on chatting until Luigi came up to me and gave me a kiss.

“What? You’re gay …?” the one said and her face was one of astonishment. “No! Really?”

“Yes, he is my fiancé. Isn’t he just gorgeous?” I said without batting an eyelid.

“Well, I’m stumped! Are you all … gay?” the other girl asked.

“Yes, the whole caboodle! As gay as a pink 3-pound coin!” André said as he stepped closer and kissed me on the mouth.

“Ew! No! Catherine, let’s go! Sorry guys! We’re interested in straight guys! Bye!” And they were off.

Shame! We did wave, and giggled … like girls! It actually made us feel good: we looked macho enough to fool the girls, and that apparently nobody in the shop noticed it or paid attention. Nobody had the slightest suspicion we actually sucked dick!

“Come guys, the sideshow is over. Now, you are in Harrods now. NO BUYING! ONLY LOOKING! And the rule is ‘no photos’ but nobody pays attention to that. Just don’t make a fuss of it. Take pictures but do it nonchalantly and not like tourists. Go, discover, investigate and we’ll meet here again in 45 minutes. Don’t forget to go to the delicatessen section. The food looks too good to eat. But, NO BUYING! OK, go!” Clive said and clapped his hands.

Luigi put his arm around my shoulder and Pierre fell in step with us on my other side. He too had his arm around my shoulder.

“Why are we always excluded? We love our boy too!” Giovanni said from behind and put a hand on the neck of each of the two men on either side of me.

“Because you’re only part of the game since Sunday! Await your turn!” Pierre said and squeezed the hand on his neck. He stopped and turned around, and kissed Gio right there. And not just a kiss – not he put in some tongue work too.

“Fuck, bhoorkie! You do know how to kiss and make one’s knees wobble! Fuck!” Giovanni said, flabbergasted with the kiss he got from Pierre. “I’m holding you to your word!” Giovanni added.

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Harrods was like nothing I’ve ever seen. The goods were exquisite, beautiful and of very high quality. And it was super expensive! We saw a snake leather handbag priced at £30 000! Incredible!

The men’s wear was beautiful but the Boss clothes we got on Sunday rivalled the stuff in Harrods, and our Boss garments didn’t cost us a cent. In a Boss shopit also would be cheaper than the Harrods merchandise.

As we approached an atrium, there was a mezzo-soprano singing opera and operetta arias. A guy accompanied her on a piano and another man on a cello filled in to form trio. Wow!

I needed to go to the toilet and the five of us entered one of the marbled shrines to peepee. Wow! It was far more luxurious than any toilet I’ve ever seen! I was afraid to aim my pee against the marble! When I washed my hands with the obviously expensive liquid soap, it smelled of sandalwood and cinnamon.

“No kissing in here. I’m not sure if there aren’t some hidden cameras in here! So, behave!” Clive said. He did give me a quick hug though.

We walked through some of the many sections and then headed for the food section. It was like a fairyland of food! The goods were exquisite and beautiful. And yes, even if I were so forward to buy one treat, I’d be too sorry to eat it! We sneaked in some pictures – Mom wouldn’t believe it, or the prices!

The kitchen utensils, small appliances, cutlery and crockery were next. My godd! There was anything from Royal Dalton to Noritake and everything in between. There were AEG, Braun, Miele … the list was endless. I saw the first fridge that cost almost as much as my Auris! Unbelievable!

We passed through the section where there were small teddy bears and medium bears and large bears and enormous bears and tiny bears – even fridge magnets with bears. There was one that just shouted: ‘Clive’ and I bought it on the spot while the others were admiring the leather goods. The fridge magnet was £4,99. I quickly pocketed the merchandise and joined the other 4. They were looking at leather jackets priced at £3 000! No way! The leather was soft and smelled like leather should. The styles were just too wonderful but sheez! Not at R60 000 [US$5 500] for a jacket!

“Time to go. I’m sad I’m not a rich bitch, but I will not buy anything from this shop. It’s a damn rip-off. Come, I’m dying for a drink. Come guys. The Berkley has prepared some sundowners – not that there is any sign of a sun! – and then a buffet to end all buffets. Come now boys and men and hunks and MEN” (he whistled and we knew what he meant!), “it’s getting late and it’s freezing outside,” Clive said and headed for the door where we entered this world-famous store. The others were there already and were laughing like teenagers at André and Johann’s antics. They were such clowns.

We buttoned up, donned our scarves and I fished out my beanie from my pocket. The photo shoot and the photos for the 3D engravings were done. My head was cold so: enter beanie! We left Harrods and as we approached the corner of the shop, André said something to Juan and ran over the street towards the Taiwanese shop.

“Where is he going?” Pierre asked.

“I don’t know. He just said he had to pick up something. You know my man! Unpredictable like London weather! Let’s find shelter here against the building. I’m sure he’d be back soon,” Juan said and we huddled in a group in front of a window displays of Harrods.

Just when I thought my brother got lost, he came running over the street with a carry bag in one hand. It was clear it was fairly heavy.

“Here he is! Come, let’s go!” Clive said and we tackled the walk up the street to the Berkley. “What is that, you delinquent? Some Chinese stuff for tonight … hmmm?”

“For me to know, and for you to find out! So!” André said and sought up Juan’s arm to warm him. He put his arm around Juan’s waist and Juan put his arm around André’s neck. Even though Juan was my first real love, it gave me immense pleasure that they loved each other, and the fact that Juan couldn’t fuck André every day, and still loved him, said a lot.

“Ant, come! Let’s go to the jeweller shop here. It’s just around the corner. Come guys, you need to see exquisite jewellery! It belongs to a Persian friend who has connections with the deposed Shah of Persia. It’s in Raphael Street. Come!” Giovanni said and led the way across the A4.

“What are we doing at a jewellery shop?” André said with some exasperation. “I’m cold, tired and thirsty! Triple irritation!” My brother …

As we turned the corner, we saw the sign for a jeweller named “The Persian”. It was a small shop in comparison to other shops in the area. However, there was a wide selection of golden jewellery, silver, pendants, chains, amulets, bracelets, necklaces, rings and Swiss watches. I was astonished at the selection. When I looked closely, it was clear this jeweller was one hell of a craftsman.

The man behind the counter was in his early forties and was clearly from abroad: pitch-black hair, a face that proved he wasn’t of Caucasian western origin. “The Persian”? Was this man from Tehran? Iran? Or Persia as it was called during the rule of the Shah?

“Hi Kamran! How are you buddy?” Giovanni said as he walked through the door.

“Giovanni! My man! How are you?” the man said as he came out from behind the counter. They hugged, and kissed each other on the cheek. “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be in Dublin by now!”

“Kamran, I’ve met the man of my dreams! Please meet Antonio … erm … who is who? Come on guys! Antonio, which one is you?” Giovanni said and looked from me to André.

“Here I am,” I said and stepped closer.

“Damn! You two look so similar! Come and have a look here. Kamran, I’d like to see some amulets like anything nice such as seahorse, a dolphin, something showing scenes of London. Something nice. What do you have?”

“This is him? Really? And there is another one? Wow! Gio, you know how to choose them! I still remember Rob …” Kamran got in but Giovanni cut him short.

“Yes, yes! That’s water under the bridge and long gone. Yes, there are two of them, but this one is the one. It’s Antonio. Antonio, please meet my friend from long ago, Kamran Bagheri. His parents are from Tehran when the Shah was still in power. Kamran was born here and learnt Farsi and his trade from his father. Come have a look at his merchandise, all hand-made from 9ct gold but also 18ct and 22ct. Also, platinum and silver. What would you like?”

“What do you mean: ‘What would I like’?”

“Don’t be difficult, beautiful man! Just come have a look, please?” Gio said.

I looked around and saw a huge collection of the most exquisite jewellery, nothing mass manufactured. It must have taken Kamran many hours of hard work to have a collection like the one he had in the shop.

“Pleased to meet you, Antonio. Gio, you have good taste. But who are the other guys?” Kamran asked and put his hand out to greet the rest of the guys. He repeated each one’s name and gave each one a handshake with his left hand placed over each hand he shook. He bowed slightly in front of everybody. My godd! What a gentleman.

I looked at him and his pitch-black hair looked spectacular. He was very hairy and the blue beard shone through his skin and gave him a distinguished look. His eyes were chocolate brown with thick eyebrows and long eyelashes. He was very handsome. I looked at his hands and saw there was lots of hair on his knuckles and his hands were big – bigger than our hands. I looked at his feet – HUGE shoes! Wow!

But he was shorter than André and I. I caught a glimpse of his bulge: ENORMOUS! It seems like he was proof that sometimes short guys are hung like horses!

“Pleased to meet you all. Welcome to my shop. Please, may I offer you some coffee or bottled water, orange juice, cranberry juice? What would you like? Farah, please come here?”

“Cranberry juice sounds nice, but do you have enough for all of us? Guys, what would you like?” Giovanni asked.

A beautiful woman came into the shop from behind a dark ruby red curtain. She was breathtakingly attractive and had long black hair and her face looked like porcelain.

“Gentlemen, this is my wife Farah. She’ll bring you whatever you like. We have a small kitchenette in the back. What would it be? Gio, come have a look at the new amulets I’ve finished recently. I’ve used real preserved examples for some of the amulets, such as this one,” Kamran said and showed us a little seahorse. My godd! It was spectacular and detailed to the last bit! It was only 2 cm long. I fell in love with it immediately.

“This one please!” I gushed.

“No, how about first looking at the others? What about the others? Look, here is a bunch of grapes with a diamond in one of the berries. You’re a wine farmer. Here is a wine vat and there is a wine glass. Are you sure about the seahorse? It’s so small!” Giovanni said.

I looked at the others and although they were all very nice, I still liked the seahorse best of all. “How much is the seahorse?”

Just then Farah came back with the juice and water for all of us. We thanked her and just like Kamran, she bowed slightly. These people were highly sophisticated and well-mannered.

“The price is none of your concern, Ant! Kamran and I will talk about the money matters. So, it’s the seahorse?”

“May I please see the other pendants? André, which one do you like?” Juan said as he stepped closer. Ahh! My brother will also get a pendant!

“I actually like the wine glass. Very apt, I’d say. What do you think baby bro? Ogre, are you going to buy me an amulet? Really? Wow! Come here my ugly thing!” André said and flung his arms around Juan’s neck.

“Yes, delinquent! If you want it … do you?”

“Yes, please! Thanks you sexy thing!” André said and kissed Juan.

“Gentlemen, if the rest of you want anything, just ask. Farah will gladly help you. Look around and being Christmas, and you being Gio’s friends, you’ll get a big discount. Don’t look at the prices attached to the merchandise. Farah and I know the cost of every item – we have a secret code – and you’ll get it at cost plus 10%. Please look around,” Kamran said. His voice was like deep dark velvet: an absolutely beautiful baritone voice.

Johann and Gunther were interested in some bracelets, Herman and Johan looked at watches and Morné joined them. Very expensive watches!

“Mio caro, is there something else you’re interested in? I have something waiting for you in Firenze if you’re prepared to wait?” Luigi said and hugged me.

“Gio, I’m confused. How does this all fit in? I thought you said Antonio was the love of YOUR life?” Kamran asked, looking at Luigi.

“Oh, it’s complicated my friend. Just … accept it. Someday I’ll explain. I’ll e-mail you something sometime. For now, Antonio will be spoiled by most of the guys here today … long story. The seahorse then Ant?” Giovanni changed the subject.

“Oh, OK then. Antonio, do you like the seahorse? A good choice. I modelled it on a real seahorse preserved by a friend who studied marine biology. But please you need to know he didn’t kill the seahorse. He found it dead in the sea in Malaysia. A casualty of pollution. Gio, credit card?” Kamran asked.

“Yes please. Thanks my man! Still the most attractive *bi friend I have! Fuck! I wish Ant could’ve experienced you …!*” Giovanni said and whispered the last part of his sentence but I heard it all. My godd! Kamran was bisexual? Wow! I looked at him with new eyes.

“*So would I! I’d love to, but it seems like he is surrounded by …!* Kamran said and looked straight into my eyes. Fuck! He was sexy! Kamran casually brushed his hand over his impressive bulge. Oh dear godd! Another one! And this one was a Persian! And of royal descent! His face was exquisite and his thick eyebrows were sexy as fuck. His full mouth and perfect white teeth begged to be kissed. I looked at his crotch again and saw it had filled out nicely. The man was hung, short stature or not! He lightly grasped his big bulge with his big beautiful hand.

“*He’s everything you love about a man! It’s as big as mine, just thicker, being a royal boy from Persia, he’s uncut, it’s thick and if you thought I come a lot … think again!*” Giovanni whispered while Kamran’s head was close to ours, while we were looking at the seahorse.

“*Shhh! Farah can’t know anything about this! But yes, I’d love to meet Antonio and you for some fun! I hope he could handle both of us? Have you managed to do a double in the meantime?*” Kamran whispered.

“*Yes, I did with him and some of the others here. I’m sure he’d be able to handle us both. Come visit us at the Berkley tomorrow night. I’ll SMS you the detail. What about Farah?*” Gio whispered.

“*Her two sisters and three cousins are in London and they want to have a women thing tomorrow night. I’m supposed to look after the children, but my parents could look after them for 2 hours. I’d love to come visit you … shhh!* So then, happy with your choice, Antonio?” Kamran said taking the seahorse from me to put it in a little black box he took from a drawer.

“Yes, I'm happy thanks. And *I’d love to meet you tomorrow night! I’ve always wondered about shorter guys! And a hairy Persian man! Wow!* I whispered. “Would you please put it on my golden chain straight away?”

“*It’s settled then. I’ll see you tomorrow night at the Berkley.* Of course. Please may I have your chain? I hope you like it and have fond memories of London. It would be £25 but for you, only £15, OK Gio?”

I wasn’t supposed to know the price, but I was glad Kamran gave it at a good price, but making something out of the deal too.

Juan bought André his golden wineglass amulet, the Threesome bought watches and Gunther and Johann bought bracelets. Kamran was making a killing with the sales, but true to his word, he gave each one a huge discount.

Kamran disappeared to the back behind a curtain and he was back in 5 minutes. My new seahorse was on my chain, snugly next to the pendant with the “L” engraved on it.

“Ant, how about I buy you something in Germany? I have a good premonition we’re going to see some special stuff in the Black Forest. OK?” Pierre put in.

“Of course! That sounds very promising! Did your dad give you the shop’s credit card?” I joked.

“No, but he did give me a tidy sum to spend. I want to spend some of it on you. It’s settled then. You'll get a belated German Christmas present, OK?” Pierre said.

“And just so you know, I have already organised you something special. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow night!” Clive said. “And there are some surprises from Boss Models too! They’re smitten with you guys!”

Kamran came out from behind the counter while Farah was collecting the empty glasses. André and Juan helped her. Kamran stood right next to me and put his huge hand on my arm. Fuck! This man was sexy and he smelled so good! His big hand was soft and warm.

“What perfume are you using?” I asked.

“Hmmm! A keen sense of smell! It’s Estee Lauder Intuition I got from a client for my birthday. It’s a new fragrance. I’m glad you like it!” Kamran said and smiled at me. Fuck! He was gorgeous! I wanted to kiss him on the spot!

“It is very nice! Erm … do you have a bathroom in the shop?” I asked. I needed to pee to get my hard-on under control!

“Yes, let me show you. Excuse me gentlemen. Come Antonio,” Kamran said and led the way behind the heavy curtain. In the back there was a workbench, some cases with jewellery in different stages of development, some filing cabinets and a computer. He walked behind yet another curtain and held it back for me to walk into the space in front of the bathroom.

“May I please?” Kamran said and took me in his arms. His full lips were on mine and his huge bulge pushed against me. The kiss was tender, sensual but also urgent. I put my one hand behind his neck and one on his huge bulge. It was insanely hard and very big.

He let go of me and quickly unzipped his pants. He hauled his big cock out and when I took it in my hand, I couldn’t wrap my fingers around it, and it was sopping wet, and almost completely hard. I squeezed it and it responded, but it was still rubbery. Ahhh! Another one like Johann’s cock! I’d love to feel it with Giovanni’s cock in me!

“A quick suck to remove the precum please?”

I sank to my knee and took the thick cock with its big head in my mouth. He smelled divine and his cock tasted wonderful. I opened my throat, but failed miserably to deepthroat him. It was too thick.

“I have to get back to the front, but tomorrow we’ll hopefully take off where we stop this afternoon. I’d just love to make love to you!” Kamran said and pulled his big cock from my mouth. I looked at it and being so thick, it looked bigger than Giovanni’s cock.

“Same here! But I really have to pee, so I’ll see you back in the front,” I said and watched Kamran disappear behind the curtain. Fuck! I had to pee but I was rock-hard! It was going to be a battle!

I unzipped and pushed my pants down. I sat on the commode and waited for nature to take its course. My cock softened a bit and the urine started to flow.

“You OK in there baby bro?” André was at the door.

“Yes, come in,” I said.

“Fuck baby bro, another one? But this time I have to concur: this man is insanely sexy! And it seems like one hell of a cock in his pants. Is he coming to the Berkley tomorrow night?” André was no fool.

“Yes, it’s huge and yes, he’s coming to the Berkley tomorrow night. Sheez! Why do you have to be so damn clever?” I said as the last of my urine flowed into the bowl.

“You forget: I’m not just a pretty face! And I’m your brother, remember?” André said as he unzipped and hauled his semi-hard cock out. He held it in front of my face and of course I took it into my mouth. Fuck! I was only human!

“Ahhh! Oh fuck baby bro! It doesn’t matter how many times that ogre fucks me or how often someone else sucks me, you’ll always be the best! Oh fuck! But stop it please! I also need to pee!” André said and pulled his almost hard cock from my mouth.

I got up and put my semi-hard cock in my pants and zipped up. While I washed my hands, I heard André groaning with pleasure as the urine flowed from his cock. I waited for him to finish and after he washed his hands, we walked back into the shop.

The rest of the guys were listening to Kamran telling them about what life was like during the reign of the Shah in Persia. His dad told them many stories and Kamran belonged to a movement that wanted one day to get the Shah’s son back on the peacock throne.

“Boys, we have to go. We’re having cocktails at the hotel and I need to clear a few things with my dad and with Gareth. Thanks for the juice, Farah! Thanks for your exquisite hospitality, Kamran! I’m bringing my dad here soon! Take care! Come guys!” Clive said and shook hands with Kamran and Farah.

We all said goodbye and when I took Kamran’s warm hand in mine, his left hand covered my hand and I realised just how big his hands really were. Godd! And what a cock! Short guys? Never underestimate them!

We left the shop and when we were outside, I realised again what a bitch the English winter could be. It was cold as fuck and my nose felt it would fall off! I pulled my collar up and my scarf up so only my eyes were exposed below my beanie. We looked like a bunch of people visiting the North Pole.

André looked back at me ensconced between Giovanni and Clive (they got their way!), he gave me a thumbs up. I just nodded. He couldn’t even see my mouth behind my scarf!

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When we entered the hotel foyer, it was like walking into an oven, it was that hot in comparison to the outside. We took our scarves off and opened our jackets.

We went into the lounge and huddled in front of the big gas fireplace and rubbed our hands to warm our poor freezing fingers. Giovanni and Clive were on either side of me and I noticed again what exquisite hands these two men have. They were just beautiful and so well manicured and clean and hairy and … they were perfect. A pair of hands appeared around my chest and hugged me over my arms: Luigi. I looked at his hands – also perfection! Like a doctor’s hands should look like. Pierre moved in between Clive and me and rubbed his hands in front of the gas flames. Our squash champion too had perfectly beautiful big hands.

Clive moved to the centre of the room and clapped his hands. “Gentlemen and boys! We’ll not go into the details as to who’s who …?”

“Yeah yeah yeah! Just because you’re a walking metre stick with a spirit level sticking out the side, don’t think you may call us ‘boys’! Sheez man! I have an inside, and I also have feelings! A very soft inner side! Sob! I’m calling my Dad!” André put in and Juan, Pierre and Johann ruffled his hair. “Stop it! You’re hurting me! My feelings are already shattered!”

We roared with laughter. My brother was a clown – full stop!

“As I was saying … Gentlemen and gentlemen … Satisfied, you delinquent?” Roar of laughter. “Tonight we’re having cocktails here at the hotel. The chef that is on duty tonight is a cordon bleu chef from Paris. He is here to teach 24 apprentice chefs and we’re their guinea pigs, so to speak. Something like Master Chef, but on steroids. He gave me a tentative menu. Some items are non-negotiables but a few could be changed if you wanted to do that. My suggestion is: leave it as it is. See it as a culinary experience, something new, something of an adventure. If you’re not fully satisfied with something, just send it back and order something else. There is a vast array of dishes, even venison! Want to call your Dad to confer which Nando’s to contact? Hmmm André?” Roar of laughter.

“Listen you sexy Pommie horse-hung hunk! Just because you can … erm … get it on with my brother … it doesn't give you carte blanche to talk to me in such an uncivilised manner! I was brought up to appreciate the best biltong, droëwors, melktert, bobotie and more! I told you: I also have inner feelings! Sob! My Dad will sort you out! Just you wait! Just wait and see! You’ll be sorry matey! His knife is big and sharp!” André ranted on.

We roared with laughter.

“OK boikie! You are a gentleman after all. Just listening to your rantings prove there is more to you than just an ugly face …!” Clive joked. “OK, I’m taking it back, André! You're the most civilised and domesticated farm animal here!”

“I’m calling my Dad!”

“OK guys, it’s just before 5. There is coffee, and also some Glühwein for Gunther and the ones of you who would like to try it. It's very nice – ask Gunther. And an array of cocktails to choose from. Dinner was cancelled when we heard about the culinary skills of the chef and his team. The cocktails will be fine baked delicacies made by the student chefs. They said it would be here by 5 o’clock. Ahh! And here they are!”

The young chefs, with white chef hats and all, white chef’s jackets and black pants walked in with trays of the most beautiful hand-made and delicate baked goods. Almost as beautiful as the stuff we saw at Harrods! There were delicate iced biscuits, too beautiful for words, macaroons in all the colours of the rainbow and then some petit fours, éclairs, canapés, small pastries – what a selection!

The savoury thingies were delightful: petite meat pies, small pizza snacks, cocktail sausages, dates wrapped in ham and bacon, savoury tartlets, a variety of cheeses, salty biscuits, fig preserve, some fresh fruit and of course a huge selection of wine.

Then they wheeled in the barista machine. I was dying for a nice cup of coffee after the wonderful coffee we had at Café Klea. Peter’s coffee was also good. I was cold and I wanted some coffee to warm up my insides.

We helped ourselves and couldn’t believe students made the stuff on the trays! It looked so good!

We chatted with the guys and we discussed the day. We all enjoyed the museums, the shoot in Hyde Park and the visit to Harrods.

“*Where is our parcel, bro?*” I asked André.

“*Right over there. I think I need to take it to our room before the others start looking,*” André said.

“Did you behave in Harrods today? Did you buy anything?” Luigi asked and gave me a hug.

“I did buy someone a small something, but just £4,99. You’ll see – it was money well-spent!”

“And what’s in the parcel André went to fetch? If you bought presents …!”

“Something very special mio caro! Wait! You’ll see!” I said and kissed the beautiful man.

“You’re incorrigible mio caro! I told you not to buy anything! How will it look if I end up empty-handed in front of you?”

“Your love … *and what you have in your pants* … and what you give me in person, is more than enough. Plus, you’ve given me so much already! I only want your love … and … hmm!”

“But that is there already, just for the taking! And the other 3 guys love you almost as much. I’m still the alpha male, and you're still mine. But I’m happy to share you with them. If you had to choose, what would you have wanted me to buy you?”

“Literally nothing Luigi my love! The promise of leather gloves from Firenze is more than enough. I have everything in abundance, including you and the other guys, and Dad, and Mom! If you wanted to get me something for Friday, let it be small. It’s the thought that counts. Thanks mio caro!”

I went to the barista machine for some coffee. Peter wasn’t there. There was a big black guy manning the barista machine. The sexy black giant of a man was brewing the coffee and taking orders. His nametag said Larry. I was sure he is American.

I opted for a plain filter coffee. I couldn’t see Larry’s bulge behind his apron but his hands were enormous. The nails were huge and extremely clean. There were black tufts of hair on his knuckles. His shoes were very big. I was sure he must have been hung like a horse. He had the blackest eyes I have ever seen, and thick black eyebrows. His hair was very short – he didn’t wear a chef’s hat. He wasn’t really my cup of tea, but when he saw André and me approaching the table, his eyes popped.

“Two of you? Really? I’ve always wanted to … erm … never mind! I’m amazed. You’re totally identical! I have never seen twins so identical! Wow!” He looked from one to the other and then he settled his gaze on me. After the shoot earlier in Hyde Park, and looking at André, I knew we looked dashingly handsome.

“Oh, my baby bro is interested! And he wouldn’t mind one bit! He loves them big!” André! I was the one calling Dad now!

“Really? You do? Yes, mine IS big! But I have to work so hard and I don’t get out often to use it …” Larry said and looked at me with a puppy face.

“Yes, he likes them as big as they come! Even two at a time!” André! My godd! How could you? “Want to show us later?”

“I wish I can show you how big it is! It is too big for most. I had a girlfriend in Miami but when she saw it, she broke up with me on the spot. Now I want to try it with boys. I hear boys like it big, and now you say the same! I’ve heard from a gay friend that boys can handle big ones easier than most girls and that guys are … bottomless, whatever that means. I even bought a douche rubber bulb, but have nobody to use it.”

“Is there a private place we could go to in, let’s say 45 minutes’ time?” André said and I kicked him. “Ow! This is for you, you know!”

‘Larry, yes. I like them big but don’t pay any attention to what my delinquent brother is saying. How can you get away and I don't even know if you’re interested. And I’m engaged. And …”

“Yes, I have a private room on the first floor. The staff courters are full so they gave me the last room at the end of the back passage, number 113. I can quickly get away at 6 o’clock. OK? You really want to see a real big Negro … one? May I try it on you, please?”

“Erm … yes, but I don’t know …!”

“Come on baby bro! I’ll tell the others a cockamamie story that you and I wanted to take our parcel back to the room and to have a chat with Dad in private, and that we wanted to discuss our plans for presents for them, and that we would like to have some privacy … or something to that effect! Come on! Look at him! Look at his hands! Larry, how big is it?”

“Erm … it is very big … it’s … erm … it is 14 inches, I think that’s 35cm, and very thick … sorry!”

“Sorry? My brother like them big! So, what do you say baby bro? I’d love to see him plug you with that big black dong! Come on! Don’t be a wuss now!”

My cock started to twitch in my pants and I thought of having a huge black cock in me … a secret fantasy I’ve never divulged to anybody before! Not even to André! I’d kill to experience Larry’s huge cock.

“OK, I’m in, but I need to prepare first …”

“You mean you need to douche? I told you I have a bulb! Is it a date for 6?” Larry was pawing his bulge behind the apron and I started to salivate. Fuck! I’d just love to feel his huge black cock in me!

“Yes, OK. André?” I asked my brother.

“Oh fuck yes! Isn’t there a possibility you could get away at half past 5? I’m so revved up now! I want to see that donkey dong in my brother!” André put in and I could see his bulge was noticeably bigger. My own cock was 90% hard and started to leak precum.

“Yes, my one buddy owes me a favour. There he is. Let me call him and then, when you see me leaving, you follow me, OK?” Larry said.

Larry’s friend came over and we heard Larry mention he needed to use the bathroom and get something from his room, and if the friend could stand in for him. The friend agreed and we looked at what the others were doing. If we did this, it had to be a damn quickie: 5 minutes tops.

The other guys were busy enjoying cocktails, delicacies from the trays, coffee, and tea. I walked to Luigi and just told him I wanted to go to the toilet and apologised for leaving.

“That’s OK mio caro! Hurry back and come sit with me, OK?” he said and kissed me.

I left the lounge and as I was turning the corner, I saw Larry was only leaving the lounge then. “Wait up!”

He caught up with me and put his hand out. “And you are …?”

“Anton, the bottom. My brother is André! Oh, here he is. This will have to be very quick, OK?”

“I’m rock-hard already! I also don’t have too much time. Come, let’s use the stairs at the back. It ends up just around the corner from my room,” Larry said and led the way.

“Your first chocolate one, hmmm? Excited?” André said.

“Yes, oh fuck! I’ve been wanting to know what it’s like for a very long time!”

“I just hope it’s not too big for you!” Larry said and took the stairs three at a time. We followed and reached the door to his room. “Come quickly! Before someone sees you!”

He opened the door and as he closed the door, both André and I put our hands on his crotch. I got a fright! This was even bigger than Jonathan’s cock! I doubted if I would be able to handle it!

André put our parcel right by the door so we didn’t forget it. “Baby bro, I think you’ve met your nemesis! It’s fucking huge!”

“Let me get you the bulb. It’s here in my drawer …” Larry said and opened the drawer with his underwear. “Here it is! Make it quick please! I have KY – is that OK?”

“Yes, perfect! Baby bro, move it! I will suck the monster in the meantime! Come Larry!”

“I love blowjobs! Yes!” Larry said and was taking off his apron and unbuttoning his jacket as I moved into the bathroom.

“My godd! Anton! Hurry! You have to see this massive anaconda! Phew!”

I removed my pants altogether and took a dump and was surprised how quickly one could get rid of it when you were pressed for time. I douched and emptied some more waste. I douched until I was squeaky clean, when the water squirting out of me, was clean. I douched once more just to be sure.

I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. I took off my jacket, my jersey, my shirt and even my thermal vest. When I walked in the room, I gasped.

André was sitting on the edge of the bed and Larry was standing in front of him. The piece of black man-meat sticking out from the man’s loins was just incredible! And being black, it looked even bigger. It was humongous!

“He’s uncut! And fucking thick! Come baby bro! It’s big enough for two of us!”

The cock André had in his hands was immense!

Larry held his arm out and pulled me into an embrace. His pecs were also enormous but he was smooth. Perhaps he shaved his body.

“Erm … may I kiss you?”

“Of course!” I said and kissed the full mouth of the black giant. I put my hand on his lower belly and felt the huge cock in André’s hands and mouth brush against my wrist. I put my hand out and gasped in Larry’s mouth. It was huge!

I sat down next to André and took the base of the enormous cock in my hand. My thumb and middle finger didn’t touch each other – not by a long shot! I put my other hand over it, behind André’s one hand: three hands on it and partly in André’s mouth. It was huge!

André pulled off the cock and I gasped again! It was a perfect cock. It was straight as an arrow with a perfect big head, just like Pierre’s cock, but bigger and black, and a head with a pinkish hue. The long piss-slit was positioned more to the underside and when André pulled his hand forward, a huge drop of precum dangled from the tip of Larry’s cock. Oh! My! Godd!”

I took the immense cock in my mouth and sucked the precum out of it. The huge head filled my mouth and there just wasn’t any chance I’d be able to deep-throat this monster, I thought. Just the head filled my mouth to capacity!

I sucked the big cock and jacked it. The huge cock was rock, rock-hard! The huge head was sheathed in a very nice skin that covered the pink cock head almost to the tip when I pulled it forward.

André and I jacked the huge cock a few times and then André said: ”This is a lot of fun, but we don’t have time. Lube up and bend over baby bro, I’ll put some KY on this monster. Larry, the KY please?”

“What about condoms? I have some XL condoms but they’re still too tight. I was tested before I left Miami and haven’t had sex since I left. I’m clean. You?”

“We got tested a month ago and we’re also clean. I prefer it without a rubber. Skin on skin, and the cum inside me!” I responded.

“Yes, that’s how I imagined and how I love it! Fuck yess!” Larry beamed.

Larry handed each of us two sachets with KY gel and I ripped both open and put all of it on my hole and pushed two fingers in to lube the insides of my hole too. I saw that André had the immense cock in his hand and jacked it while he was applying the KY.

“Let me wipe my hands and then I’m photographing this. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity baby bro! Larry, let me take a few pictures first please!”

André opened the camera App on his iPhone and clicked away. These were going to be jack-off material of note in the future!

“We’re running out of time! Come on Larry! Pull first pull back the skin … fuck! It’s a huge and beautiful head, baby bro! Wow! Now push it in! But let me take pictures of your cock on his hole, then the entry, the head in, halfway in and fully in, OK? Seeing that it’s your first time and that you’re so huge, be careful. Don’t hurt my brother. And about 20cm into him, there is another sphincter at the junction between the rectum and the colon. Don't force your cock through there. Easy does it! Come! Do it! Slowly!” André was the man in charge.

Larry lined his cock up on my hole and André clicked the first picture. I was dying to see what the huge black cock on my hole looked like!

I braced myself for the onslaught when Larry started to push in. My godd! It was a big cock! The tip of the head started to stretched my hole … and more … and more …. And then it slipped in while André took more pictures.

“First pull out Larry. Anton, clench and hold!”

“What? Why must he clench?

“Believe me, it will make the entry even better and easier. Clench baby bro!”

I clenched and held until I had to let go. Larry felt my hole relaxing and he pushed in again, this time deeper. André clicked away as the huge cockhead slid into me. I groaned. Oh fuck! It was enormous!

“Out, Larry!”

Larry pulled out again and I clenched again. When my hole relaxed, Larry pushed in deeper and the whole huge head slid into me.

“Oh my godd! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Yes! Oh fuck! Yes! Push it in! Just push it in!” I gasped and moaned as the pain turned into pleasure. This was going to be a fuck to remember!

“Out, Larry!”

Larry obliged and the enormous cock slipped out again. I clenched a last time and then the huge cock slipped in deeper and when the huge head was in me, Larry held still and made his cock twitch!

“Oh fuck! Yes! Do it again please! Yes! Yes! Oh godd! Yes!” I was on Cloud Nine! Larry twitched his cock again and with that he pushed in deeper. He was a natural! He held still again and twitched his cock. I was in fuck heaven!

“This is better than I thought it would ever be! White boy, your beautiful ass feels good around my big fat black cock! Yes!” Larry said and pushed in deeper. The huge head rubbed over my prostate and I groaned. Oh fuck! I almost shot my load.

“You’re passing his prostate now, so take it easy!”

Larry held still and twitched his cock.

“You’ll make me cum! Oh fuck! This is so good! Yes!”

Larry pushed in deeper and then he was at the inner sphincter. He felt the obstruction and pushed in deeper and gently.

The sphincter gave way and the huge cock popped through.

“Ahhhh! Oh godd! Yes! Fuck me Larry! Fuck me black boy! Oh yes!”

The enormous cock slid in deeper and then the whole thing was in me. I groaned. It felt fantastic! I’ve had big cocks and doubles and even a few triple penetrations, but this cock … oh dear lord! I didn’t know what it was, but it was heaven!

André clicked more pictures and said: “Larry, now you fuck my bro and cum, OK? You OK Anton? I'm taking a video. Please pull out all the way and enter him slowly while I videograph this momentous occasion!”

Larry pulled out slowly and when the huge dick vacated my ass, I felt empty. But I felt super hot and horny.

“Now line up and enter him slowly. Come on Larry! You’re a natural!” André urged Larry on.

He lined up his monster cock on my hole again, and slowly entered me … but as soon as the head was in, he continued to push in deeper at a gentle pace until the head slipped through the inner sphincter. Again, I groaned and swore like a banshee. I was in cock heaven and the dick inside me, felt like it was made to fuck me!

It was immensely big but I loved feeling it in me … it stretched me big time and filled my hole right into my colon.

“How are you doing baby bro? Are you OK?”

“Fuck! More than OK André! It is fantastic!” I gushed and threw my head back. The huge black cock in me pulsated and then he started to fuck me with long deep thrusts. Every time the huge cock rubbed over my prostate and the head pushed through the inner sphincter, I groaned. I felt a bit of cum leaking from my cock.

“I'm going to suck you baby bro. Don't cum too quickly. Larry, how far are you? I know my baby bro will shoot quickly when I suck him. How far are you?” André was in charge and when I thought of his warm moist mouth over my cockhead, I almost creamed the bed in front of me.

“I'm very close! This fuck is excellent and has surpassed all my dreams! It is going to make me cum soon!” Larry said through his teeth, starting to gasp and breathe faster.

André moved in below me and took my cock in his mouth. Ahhh! My brother was an ace cocksucker!

“I’m … going … to … cum … soon! Soon! Yeah! Oh hell yeah! Ahhh! Fuck! This is fantastic boy! I’ve never felt anything like this before!” Larry said while he was fucking me faster.

“Neither have I! This is one hell of a fuck! Fuck me Larry!” I growled.

Larry did just that. He fucked me and all too soon I heard the unmistaken deep breathing of an oncoming orgasm. Larry was about to cum and shoot his big white load into me. The huge black cock twitched and scraped over my prostate and filled me to capacity. The big head was pistoning through my inner sphincter and it drove me wild.

“I’m … going … to … cum! OK? I'm going to cum! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Here … it … comes! Oh fuck! Oh dear God! Yes! Yes! Yeesss!” Larry said as his pace of fucking increased.

The enormous cock in me started to swell even bigger and then he pushed in deep, the head popped through my inner sphincter one last time, and then he held still. He held his breath and when the huge cumload starting to spew into me, he breathed out and then the cock in me went wild. It twitched and pumped its big load into me. I could feel 12 spurts. It felt like huge spurts.

“Cumming André! I’m cumming too! Oh fuck yes! Yes! Ahhhh!” I shouted and shot my load into André’s mouth. It was a big load!

“Hmmmm!” André murmured with my cock in his mouth. He loved my cum and I knew it tasted good.

Larry collapsed on my back and clung to me. His huge cock was still 35 cm, balls-deep inside me, pulsating as it was discharging its huge load deep inside me. “Oh fuck! White boy, you’ve made my day, my week, my month, my year! This was incredible! I could fuck you again in 10 minutes! I wish we had time!”

“Yes, it was fantastic! It was a fuck to remember! Thanks Larry! It feels like you’ve deposited a huge load inside me!”

“Yes, I think it was a huge amount of DNA I’ve donated to you!” Larry beamed.

André let go of my cock and when my rubbery cockhead slipped out of his mouth, he said: “Baby bro! That was one hell of a load Larry fucked out of you! Wow! I have never experienced such a big load from you! Wow!”

“I also shot one hell of a load into you Anton! I don’t think I’ve ever shot such a huge load. I always shoot big loads, but this was enormous! I've filled you to capacity! What happens now?”

“Now you pull out slowly. Our time is up! Come Larry, pull out slowly. Slowly!” André said as he crawled out from under me. He retrieved his iPhone and clicked again as the enormous cock slipped out of my hole. I wondered if and when I’d be fucked like this again! I wished Larry lived in South Africa!

Larry had his hands on my butt and the huge rubbery cock slipped out until just the head was in me. He pushed back into me all the way and I groaned. He pushed his huge rubbery head through my innder sphincter and twitched it in the pool of cum he left there.

André was clicking away with his iPhone.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish! I’d love you to fuck me again, but we’re out of time! Oh fuck! What a night with you would be like!”

“Then come sleep with me tonight! We’re off duty from 11 pm, then you’ll know what it would be like! Please say yes?”

“I wish it were that easy! I’m sleeping with at least 4 other guys. How do you think I’d get out without one of them noticing? Even this was extremely risky! No, pull out Larry. Please! Before I beg you to fuck me again!”

I felt the huge cock getting hard again. André’s iPhone was clicking away. Oh fuck! I could take another fuck with this man, any day, but our time was up. He fucked me for a few more seconds and then I felt it was really hard again. I was going to be fucked a second round!

“Yes! Oh yes, fuck me again and cum!”

“I want to and I will cum soon. Some more DNA for you, white boy!”

Larry fucked my loose hole with abandon and within 45 seconds, I could hear from his breathing and grunts he was about to cum again.

And lo and behold: within a minute he shot another huge load into my colon. This man was a majestic specimen with an incredible dick and sex drive.

As he pumped his second load into me, Larry held still again and his breathing was fast and he grunted with every cum shot fired into me.

Then he started to pull out. The huge cock was slowly vacating my colon and rectum, after he pumped his huge loads deep in my insides.

When the head slipped out, André said: “And it is out! Perfect!” He was shooting a video clip! I wondered if he shot vid clips while Larry was fucking me.

It was evident there was an immense load of cum in me. I clenched, as I wanted to keep it deep in me for a while longer. It felt like I'd have to get to a toilet soon. I had one of the biggest cumloads in me.

“Come baby bro, we must go. Just look at my tenting cock in my pants! Come! You’re going to suck me off too!” He put out his hand and I took it. My godd! When I turned around and saw the enormous rubbery cock hanging between Larry’s legs, I gasped. To think that dong was in me a minute ago, even bigger than that!

“André, take another picture please! Larry, you have one of the best cocks I’ve ever seen or had!”

I put my clothes on as fast as I could. I looked at my watch: we’ve been in Larry’s room just over 6 minutes. If we rushed, we could get out of this unscathed.

‘Unscathed’, my ass! My hole took a beating of note!

“Thanks Larry, but we have to go!” André said as he picked up our package and opened the door. I was right behind him.

“Thanks Larry. This was phenomenal! I’d love to experience that cock again, and perhaps try a double with you and my brother!”

“What? You’re kidding right? Both of us in you? Now you’ve made me curious! Really? Please come to my room tonight! Both of you! Please?”

“We’ll see but we can’t promise anything. Bye Larry!” I said as we walked into the hallway.

“Please come if you can?” Larry said. I looked back and saw his cock was almost completely hard again after hearing about a possible double penetration.

“Don’t jack off now! Save it! Perhaps we could make it, and make your decade!” I said and winked. Then we were off. We rounded the corner and took the back stairs to the third floor.

“Baby bro, are you going to suck me off? Please! Otherwise, I’d have blue balls! I’m so horned up!” André said as he opened the Photo App on his iPhone. “Oh my godd! Anton! Look at the pictures! They’re keepers! Look! Wow!”

He gave me the iPhone and I stopped dead in my tracks between the second and third floors. “Anton! We’ll have to keep this a secret. Nobody else can know about this or see these pictures! I’m getting hard again! This guy has one hell of a cock and the fucking was out of this world!”

“Come baby bro! My cock has a number on your big mouth! Come!”

We entered our room and André dropped the parcel right there and unzipped his pants. He hauled his big 24,5cm thick uncut cock out, sopping wet with precum. “Here you are! Please, baby bro!”

I sank to me knees and took his big cockhead in my mouth. Fuck! The precum tasted good. I nibbled the glans with my teeth and slurped at the foreskin. André had his hands on my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth.

He started fucking my mouth and I opened my throat as wide as I could. On the third stroke, the big head slipped into my throat and André yowled. “Yow! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes baby bro! Suck me! Yes, oh fuck, suck me!”

The big head was deep in my throat and I couldn’t breathe. I pulled the head out of my throat and took a deep breath. André pushed back on cue and fucked my mouth.

“I’m about to cum baby bro! In your mouth? Yes?”

“Hmmmm!” I moaned and pulled his body closer to me. I let the head slip back into my buccal cavity and I sucked him good.

“Oh fuck yes! Small wonder the guys love you to suck them! You’re such a cock slut! Oh fuck! I’m cumming bro! I'm cummiiinnnnggggg! Here it comes!” He said and fucked my mouth with short thrusts. The precum tasted divine and I prepared for the load to be deposited into my mouth.

When the first volley of cum was released, I misjudged the volume and power of the shot. It shot straight into my throat! Wasted! I pulled the cock back a bit and the rest flooded my mouth and bathed my tongue in his rich creamy cum.

“Oh fuck baby bro! This was one of the best orgasms ever! That black man really charged us up big time! I wasn't this randy in a long time! Ahhh! Sensitive! Easy now! Ahhh!” André said and started to pull his cock from my mouth.

When the head slipped out, I held the cum on my tongue and estimated it had to be at least 30ml or more. It was a lot and it was creamy. It tasted so good. I started to swallow the load when André bent down on his knee to get his share. I gladly pushed some of the cum into his mouth and we both swallowed it and then kissed each other.

We clung to each other and just kissed like real lovers do. My heart gave a pang. I loved this man a lot, even though he could be too much at times. Sex with him was never boring and kissing him was almost as good as with the rest of the 5 Musketeers.

He broke the kiss and looked me in the eye. “You know, you're such a bliksem! You drive us all wild with desire and just look at what happened tonight!”

[‘Bliksem’ = slightly derogatory word meaning something like ‘deviant’, ‘crook’ or ‘character’. Widely used in South Africa.]

“Listen who’s talking! Who was the instigator? You, you rubbish! But I’m glad you did and it was wonderful, and sucking you was the cherry on top! Let’s have a quick look at the pictures again and then we must get back. I’m still craving some of that baked delicacies!” I said and took André’s iPhone from him while he was wrestling his softening cock back into his pants.

The pictures were phenomenal. The enormous beautiful black cock contrasted with my white butt and the sight of the big shaft penetrating me, was just wonderful. I was getting an erection again!

“You horny again? Small wonder! We’ve had an experience to remember! Not a word to anyone! Come baby bro! I also feel a little peckish after these extra-mural activities!”

He put our package in his suitcase and we left the room. We went down with the elevator, shoulder to shoulder. I looked at him and smiled. He looked up and asked: “And, baby bro? Penny for your thoughts?”

“Nothing! Just that I fucking love you and that I'm thankful you’re such a sex pervert to help me make this dream come true. In fact, I think Danny in our class is lusting after us. I wonder exactly how big his black anaconda is!”

“Well, there is only one way to find out …!” André said and kissed me as the elevator doors whooshed open. An elderly lady waiting for the doors to open, gasped and put her hand over her mouth. Horror of horrors! Two brothers kissing! Big deal! We just smiled at her and walked to the lounge.

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“Where have you been? We’ve missed you! Anything to do with that mystery package?” Pierre said and hugged me. “You smell of sex! You two didn’t …! Did you?”

“Yes, we did! Jealous much, you horse-cock man?” André said and gave Pierre a slap on the butt.

“And here I was walking around with a semi and you two got it on in the suite! Nee sies man!”

“Nothing ‘sies’ about my cock or cum! Not even close as big or as much as yours, but my baby bro always enjoys a roll in the hay with his elder brother! Not so bro?”

“André, behave! Come on! I want some of those petit fours and another coffee.” When I looked up, Larry was back at his post! He smiled and winked. I walked to the barista machine and he asked: “Another coffee please kind *big* sir?”

My rectum was filled to capacity with this tall superiorly hung sexy black man’s cum … Fuck! What an experience and what an enormous cock! I’d LOVE to experience it on a regular basis!

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We continued to enjoy the tasty snacks, which were more than enough in place of a light dinner at the hotel before we intended going to the nightclub ‘Heaven’ in Soho.

I went to get a cappuccino from Larry and as it happened, I was there alone.

“You have made me a very happy black boy tonight! That was amazing! Thank you! Are you OK? I didn’t hurt you or anything? Was it as big a load as I think it was? Phew!”

“Larry, the pleasure was all mine! It was sensational and no, I'm fine. I can feel I had you inside me, but I’m OK. Yes, it was a huge load. It’s still in me. I want to keep it in me for as long as I can. I wish we could have a repeat …”

“But let’s do it! Come sleep with me tonight!”

“We’re going out tonight and I have no idea when we’d be back. Perhaps tomorrow night? Let’s see. I’d very much like to experience that … big thing … wow … again!”

“I'm getting hard here again! May I please have those pictures your brother took? Could you email it to me? Here is my email address,” Larry said and gave me a slip of paper with his email address on it.

“Yes, OK. I’ll ask my brother. He still must send them to me as well. The pictures are mind-blowing! You’ll also jack off when you see them!”

“Anton, you have no idea how much this meant to me! I’m a new person! Thanks! Here is your cappuccino. Enjoy! And what would it be for you, kind sir?” Larry gave me the cup of cappuccino with the frothy top and attended to Johan for his order.

The cappuccino tasted very good and I held the mug in both hands. The warmth felt so good. I stood to one side and looked at all the men in my life. They were a bunch of very good-looking men and most with cocks to die for. Pierre saw me standing alone and came up to stand next to me.

“Why are you standing by yourself? Are you OK Ant?”

“I'm fine thanks Pierre! I’m just enjoying looking at all of you. You’re such an attractive and nice bunch of men. I love you all so much!”

“And we love you too. You’re an exceptional guy and very attractive too. OK, Giovanni and Clive make all of us look like barn mice, but you are our darling boy! Now come! Come join us. Giovanni has received a text from Mario about the job. Mario can’t wait for Giovanni to come work for him. What have you heard from Diego?”

“Oh that’s good! Giovanni is a kind man even if he’s so devastatingly attractive. He deserves a break and it means he’d be joining us! I’m sure he’ll enjoy working with Mario and Chris. No, I haven’t heard from Diego. But remember, it’s early days. I’m sure just after New Year he’ll hear from Starbucks. He did say he found the holding company for Starbucks in South Africa and has contacted them. Perhaps he’ll hear from them soon enough.”

“Oh, OK. Now come! I hate that you are here standing here alone by yourself. And, what’s in the mysterious package you had here? Did you and André take it back to the suite?”

“Yes, it’s back in the suite, and it’s for us to know, for you to find out!”

“You’re so mean! If I didn’t love you to death, I’d have tickled you to death for being so mean! And at the same time, you’re so sexy! Ant, what would you like for Christmas? My Dad gave me £1 000 spending money and with Boss paying for everything, I haven’t used one blue penny. Something small, OK? What do you need?”

“Really, nothing. But when we’re in Soho tomorrow, let’s see if there is something that catches my eye. But you loving me *and giving me ‘the big one’ from time to time*, I'm good. No gift could even come close to what that means, plus to be loved by someone so devastatingly sexy! Thanks. Perhaps a nice shirt? Or nice warm socks? We’ll see. Boss gave us so much clothes, I really don’t need anything. And that day in your dad’s shop … when you and I … you know … Mom pulled out all the stops. So, nothing really. If not here in London, there is still Berlin and Firenze and Rome. What I will buy myself is the Hugo Boss fragrance called The Scent. It’s mind-blowing, but expensive. I’m going to use some of my saved money from the graftings and buy it for André and me. We’ll see!” I said as we joined the others.

“OK, but I want to buy you a nice present to remember this awesome holiday, and me. I cannot afford to run the risk that you’d forget about me and my anaconda that’s in love with your secret cave ... Like I’ve said earlier, perhaps something in Berlin? The Black Forest? Italy? Also, you give me so much love, I just have to buy you something,” Pierre said. He pulled me into an embrace, pushing our bodies tight together. I felt his substantial semi-hard dick pushing against my lower abdomen … How I love this man, his persona, his looks, his kindness, his friendliness, his dick … and his fucking. Top-notch on all accounts!

“No, you don’t. I love you for being you – not for you buying me presents. I love you very much, more than I ever thought possible. If it weren’t for Luigi, I’d have fallen head over heels in love with you. You’re an amazing man, Pierre! And not just what you have in your pants – that’s a bonus – but you as a person. I fucking love you, my man! Very much!” I said and kissed him.

Pierre took me in his arms and hugged me close to him. “You have no fucking idea how much I love you my beautiful man!”

“And I you, my even bigger and more beautiful man!” I said and put my head on his shoulder. It was a memorable moment to remember. He was such a nice guy.

Giovanni was quick to move in behind me. He pushed his big crotch against my butt. “You look so sexy! I could have you right here, right now! Did Pierre tell you I had a text from zio Mario. He’s very excited to meet me and for me to start working in the restaurant. He said he and Chris – his lover? – are battling and are holding out until I’m there in just over 2 weeks’ time. I can’t wait! And I’d be living with you and Giovanni and … Pierre too?”

“I’m glad. You’ll enjoy working with Mario. He is one of a kind. And Chris is also a nice guy. Yes, they’re lovers of sorts. Chris is not too keen to bottom for Mario’s big dong, so he waits until they are with us so he could top me.”

“Everybody wants to top you, including me! Mama mia! You’re just too much!”

“Mio caro, is the half-bred harassing you? Uomo italiano, conoscere il vostro posto! Comportati! (Italian man, know your place! Behave!). Antonio, vieni a tuo marito! (Antonio, come to your husband!)” Luigi joked and pulled me into his arms. “Ti amo così tanto! (I love you so very much!). Anything else for my love? Galliano? Frangelico? Sì?”

I accepted the offer for the golden yellow nectar – Galliano – and Luigi went to fetch me a liqueur glass with the stuff. He got himself a Cointreau.

By 7 o’clock Clive clapped his hands and we all paid attention. “Gentlemen and gentlemen! Let me not make the same mistake again! However, the lines to South Africa are temporary out of order, so someone’s Dad will not be getting a call anytime soon!”

Lots of laughther and André waved his hand to acknowledge the ‘kindness’ of Clive!

“No, I’m not making that mistake again, you delinquent! Save your airtime and rather call me and not your Dad!” Lots of laughter. “Gentlemen! We’re leaving here at around 10 o’clock. My dad organised the bus for us, as the tube would be closed by the time we leave ‘Heaven’. But to be fair to the driver, the turnaround time is 2 o’clock. He gets paid by the hour and extra after hours, but he’s as straight as an arrow, so he won’t be joining us in the club. And being the driver, he isn’t allowed to drink anything. Therefore, he’ll have to sit it out in the bus or go to a restaurant. So, at 2 a.m. the bus will be leaving. I’ll send each one a text by 01:45 to meet at the entrance. André, try not to break anything please?” Lots of laughter.

“I’m calling my Dad! This is discrimination and harassment! I haven’t done a thing!”

“Not yet! The night’s young!” came the collective response.

“Baby bro, help me here! They’re horrible to the manliest of them all! Come on bro!”

“Oh puh-lease! Just shut up! Someone, kiss the delinquent so he could keep quiet! Juan?” Pierre put in.

Everybody was in good spirits.

My iPhone beeped and when I checked, it was a text message from Rafael. It merely replied: “Heaven! Tonight! I can't wait!”

Oh fuck! The man hasn’t forgotten! The pictures of his cock were unbelievable and I was semi-hard in a heartbeat.

“Sure! Around 11 pm”

“I’ll text you”

Clive clapped his hands and said: “It’s just before 8 o’clock now. Please be in the foyer by a quarter to 10. I’ll confirm the time with the driver. Go and see if you can make yourselves a bit more respectable for the hunks of Soho and London, André! Anton, will you please give him a hand, will you?”

“I’m really calling my Dad now! Sob! I’m not that ugly – am I baby bro?”

The men all laughed and made comforting sounds like pacifying a baby.

“Just please go and at least have a shower and put on some decent clothes. We’re taking you out to a public place!” Pierre said and André grabbed him. It was a lost battle. Pierre was way bigger and stronger. He ended up hugging André tight to him and then he was the one who was kissing André. André fought against it and then he gave in. He put his arms around Pierre’s neck and kissed him back.

We cheered them on and when Pierre let go of André, he said: “And that’s how you keep a delinquent at bay, gentlemen! Juan, take note!” Lots of cheering. André was too stunned to say a word. He just walked over to Juan and put his arm around Juan’s waist and his head on his shoulder. André was floored!

“First of all: thanks to my Dad and Boss Models for organising this spread. Thanks to the Berkley and the chefs, including the student chefs. The food and eats were stupendously good! Thanks! Now, shower time – André, please wash behind your ears too, OK? For the rest, some time to titivate. Let’s go guys! Make us proud!” Clive said and we all clapped hands.

The student chefs, the cordon bleu chef and his helpers all stood against the wall and bowed when we clapped hands. We shook hands with the French chef and waved at the others. Larry smiled broad and waved at us. I hoped we could meet up with him again …

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By 8 o’clock we were in our own suites and were deciding on our outfits. André came running in half-naked with a few items in his hands.

“Which ones, baby bro? We’re going identical, right?”

“Yes, of course. Let’s go with the black and white. Thermal vests, white shirts we got from Mom, our Boss jackets and black denims. Black jersey. Black boots. Black and grey scarf? No beanie. OK?” I suggested.

“Yes, but I’d love to wear the Boss pants we got on Sunday. They fit like a glove and I want to show off my package on the dance floor!”

“Retard! What if I do the same? Who do you think will get the most attention? Hmmm?” Pierre said giving André’s head a playful swipe. He had only his underpants on and groped himself. “This is way bigger than yours, boikie!” I realised that his huge crotch would definitely attract more attention.

“Damn you, you donkey cock bragger!” André put in and looked at Pierre with pretended hurt in his eyes. “How it’s possible that any human being could have such an enormous, beautiful dick, is beyond any reasonable rules or guidelines. Where did your DNA get all the info for such a monster dick?”

“Jealousy is a bitch, André! Ask Karma!” Pierre said and grabbed André’s crotch!

“My crown jewels! The source of DNA for the offspring to inherit the farm!” André said. Of course there is no such plan – perhaps surrogacy one day?

“Yes, OK. Boss pants then. Now go and get ready!” I said and gave my brother a friendly pat on his butt.

Pierre turned to me and pulled me into his arms again. “You’re just so adorable. Your brother is so ‘macho’ but he still needs your advice! The black denims would be nice though. Never mind. Let’s get ready for a night of nights! We’re going to paint this old town pink!” He kissed me tenderly and just as it was heating up, Giovanni appeared next to us and put in: “Any of that sexy mouth for me?”

“OK then! Just when I’m having a moment with our boy, you have to disturb us. Donnerse sexy Italianer!”[Damn sexy Italian!]

[‘Donner’ = ‘fuck’, or damn; although it literally means ‘thunder’]

“Ahh! My beautiful boy! Come here and let a real Italian stallion shows you what a real kiss should be!” Giovanni said and took me into his arms. This tall hairy hunk was different to Pierre, but just as handsome. And he kissed me. My godd! What is going on, I thought. The man’s soft mouth engulfed mine and the kiss was tender, soft and just a flutter of his tongue on my lips. I opened my mouth and let him in. The big tongue slipped into my mouth and I tasted the coffee he had earlier: the taste of coffee was strong in his saliva. He pushed his groin against me and I felt the big cock waking up.

“No, no, no! Not now! Gio! Let go of our boy! We have to get showered and now you’re all lovey dovey! Come to the real man in the room!” a naked Clive said and pulled me from Giovanni. The very tall Pommie doctor-to-be was a fucking dashing hung hunk of note. Then he did the same and hugged me. His huge cock pushed against me and I put my hand on the shaft. “Ant, we can't start this now! I’d love to, but let’s get in the shower! Oh fuck! You’re too much!”

“And what about the real man in the room? The husband-to-be? The real love of his life? Vieni da me il mio tesoro! Questo è dove il vero amore! (Come to me my darling! This is where the true love is!)” Luigi said and pulled me into his arms. He was naked himself and his impressive cock was big and rubbery. “Feel that? Real Italian meat! And it’s yours! Forever and ever!”

“Ahh! Aren’t they too sweet? As if we’re going to melt in the shower or disappear at midnight! Ita, he’s ours too, you pasta doctor! Now, let go of the ‘baby bro’ and let’s get in the shower! Come on! Chop chop!” Pierre said, clapped his hands and gave Luigi a playful slap on the butt.

“Ow! One day you’ll need a urologist and then I’ll refuse to look at that horse cock of yours! Sheez! But OK, come, let’s get in the shower mio caro!”

In the bathroom I opted to let go into the toilet to get rid of Larry’s huge load in me. What a waste! Then I took a dump and douched for good measure. A bottom could never be too prepared.

Rafael perhaps?

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The shower with the 4 guys was nice, warm and sensual. They all rubbed my body with soapy hands from all sides and my hands roamed over their sculpted hairy bodies, their 6-packs, their big hard cocks … Of course they were all hard! What else? Given half a chance, all 4 of them would’ve plugged me on the spot!

We dried each other off, hard dicks and all, and hugged and kissed some more. Giovanni was behind me and put his 29cm cock in my crack. He faux fucked me and put his arms around my body. Oh fuck! I wish I could get his cum in me!

But Luigi wouldn't have any of it and broke up the faux fucking. “Come, let’s be like gentlemen and get ready.”

We took turns in front of the two large mirrors and brushed our hair. I looked at my dark stubble. It was getting a bit unruly. I made a mental note to trim it the next day. I looked at the others and it was the same with them. We all were in need of a trimming.

We put on creams and lotions and hair products and cologne … hmmm. My Tom Ford Noir smelled so good. Giovanni wanted to have some too so I gave him my bottle.

We got dressed and I put on the ensemble André and I decided on. I looked at myself in the mirror and was stunned. I looked like a million bucks! The clothes looked as if it were made for me!

“You look beautiful mio caro! You're going to break some hearts tonight! I’m glad you’re mine already!” Luigi said and gave me a once-over.

“I agree! He looks fabulous! Just look at the package! It looks like a big one after all!” Pierre said, winking and he smiled.

“Gentlemen, the club is fairly dark, so our boy will disappear into the shadows, unless he is on the dance floor with us. But yes, he looks good enough to eat!”

“I’ve known a few good-looking guys but the 4 of you look so handsome! Small wonder Boss is so chuffed with you all …” Giovanni said.

“Not me! Remember? They want me, but I only agreed because of you guys. The last 2 days were an exception,” Clive said and looked at himself in the mirror. “Not too bad for a 21 year old, hey?”

“You're sexy and beautiful! We’re glad to have you and we’re all looking forward to welcome you into our lives and in home next year! Just get your butt over there and … pronto! That’s the word, not so?” Pierre put in.

“It means ‘ready’. If you wanted to say ‘make it quick’, it’s ‘fare in fretta’” Luigi said. “Yes, I’d love to enjoy a beer on our stoep – veranda to you – with you, you sexy man!”

The banter went on until we were all ready to go. By half past nine we took our jackets and scarves and left. As we entered the passage, some of the others were also there and were making their way to the elevators. André looked like my mirror image and I had to concur he looked dashing. The rest of the boys were dressed to the nines! We were bound to make an impression at ‘Heaven’!

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When we gathered in the foyer, we turned all heads left, right and centre! The other guests were literally gawking at us. Luigi, Pieter, Clive and Giovanni looked like pictures from a fashion magazine. André and I also looked spiffy, and the fact that there were two of us, made the people gawk – literally.

One young gentleman guest stepped up and asked if he could take a picture of us. We agreed and grouped ourselves. He clicked a few pictures and then asked another guest to take pictures of him with us.

Then this guy took our iPhones to take pictures for us too. I noticed more guests were taking pictures of us. We were a hit in London, finish en klaar!

“Thanks guys! My name is William, and I’m from Washington working at a publisher, and I’ve seen pictures of the likes of you coming over my computer screen. You’re really a fine selection of men! All the best for you. I sense you’re here for a photo shoot? Correct?”

“Hi William. Thanks for the pictures. My name is Clive and my dad is with Boss Models. Yes, these guys are mainly from South Africa, and are here on invitation of Boss. They’ve done some fantastic shoots the past few days. My dad’s name is Alexander Cooper, at Boss Models here in London. Contact him if your publisher is interested in photos of these fine specimens of the male body. Thanks! Take care!”

“Thank you kindly, Clive! I'm here visiting family and we had dinner here at the hotel tonight. We’re waiting for our car. I’ll contact your dad. Have a good night out! Perhaps going to “Heaven” …” William said with a sly smile.

“Yes, we’re on our way to “Heaven” …! OK boys, the show’s over! Gentlemen and … G e n t l e m e n …! Happy André boikie? The bus is here. Jackets, scarves! Let’s go!” Clive said and led the way out of the hotel.

“If you weren’t so damn tall and sexxxy as fuck with an unlicensed weapon of ass destruction – how my poor brother survives the likes of you, is beyond me! – I’d take you down this very minute!” André ranted but put his arm around Clive’s waist and kissed him.

“You communist! First you insult me and then you kiss me! I’ll have my chance with you! Watch out, delinquent!” Clive said and kissed André again.

It was cold outside but not as cold as I expected it to be. We bundled into the waiting bus. It was the same guy we had since Monday and he greeted us warmly, despite the hour and the fact that he’d have to wait for us for at least 4 hours in Soho. He gets paid top-notch pounds for this effort, so he didn’t complain.

We sat down and of course I ended up with Luigi on my one side and … Clive on the other side! He was quickly making sure he got his share of the pie! I didn’t mind although Pierre and Gio weren’t too happy. Theye sat right behind us, leaning forward with their hands on my shoulders. They lightly massaged my shoulders and kissed my head and cheeks. They were was such darlings.

Giovanni sitting next to Pierre, had his right hand on my left shoulder, next to Pierre’s hand. The two of them entwined their fingers with Giovanni’s hand directly on my shoulder, Pierre’s left hand on top of Giovanni’s right hand.

I had a hand on Luigi’s right thigh and a hand on Clive’s left thigh. I was a happy chappy, ensconced by four super sexy hung guys.

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The drive to the club was about half an hour, not because it was that far, but there was lots of snow on the roads and the roads were slippery.

We arrived at ‘Heaven’ in Villiers Street. It was a narrow street so we had to get out of the bus quickly. We waited for everybody to get off. We stood in front of a very inconspicuous building with a staircase coming from Charing Cross station and next to it a sign that stated ‘The Arches Shopping’.

“Come gentlemen! It’s in the cellars of the building! ‘Heaven’ is located in several railway arches under the concourse of Charing Cross station. The main access to the venue is through an entrance here in The Arches Shopping to our left, down a short stairway.

“Remember, the bus will come to pick us up at 01:45, OK? Be sure to be here at the entrance to the building by then.” Clive said and led the way down a passage and then down the stairs. We could hear the doom-doom of the music in the distance. Good thing it was in the cellar.

We entered through the non-descript doors of the club and Clive gave the Boss Models card to the patron at the door. We all got a stamp on the wrist with an invisible ink, which glowed white under the black light tubes. We looked at each other and burst out laughing: our skins were dark grey and every white speck in our clothing or on our faces glowed bright white. Our teeth looked too terrible!

We entered the club itself and our breaths were taken away. It was huge!

Afterwards I checked on Safari on my iPhone and found this:

Heaven is a super gay club in London, England that appeals predominantly (but not exclusively) to the gay market. It is located underneath Charing Cross railway station in Central London, just off Trafalgar Square.

The club is split into several areas, each with a separate sound system

In 1998 the club closed for several months for a refurbishment, which included the purchase of an additional arch and subsequent expansion.

Regular events

Heaven remains one of the best-known gay nightclubs in London and one of the largest in terms of floor space in central London. It hosts several large events, corporate events and has been used as a setting for music videos.

Monday

Monday is perhaps the busiest night in Heaven's week. The club always features drag queens on Mondays and Thursdays, but not as prominently as in previous years.

Thursday

Thursday offers a strip competition for men and women, with big prizes offered to the winner each week. The competition comprises several rounds,

Friday

Fridays used to be private hire nights where groups could make guest appearances.

Saturday

Saturday night events tend to feature a performance, which over the years have included well-known acts such as Kylie Minogue and One Direction.

“Guys, I’m opening a tab of £100 under the name Clive – any surprise? “Gentleman”, do you approve, or should I call the tab “André”? Please order drinks using this bar only and keep it limited. It’s my Christmas present to you but I can't afford too big a tab, OK? Enjoy!” Clive said and made the necessary arrangements with the bar. The bartender registered the tab and gave Clive a thumbs-up. “Let fly boys!”

“I’ll get you for being so mean to this talented farm boikie Out of Africa! You just wait and see, Pommie!” André ranted and got a hug and kiss from Clive.

“Delinquint!”

“Milky white Milky Bar Pommie!” André retorted. He got a kiss from Clive …!

“Yes, try to butter me up! My ass is still off the menu, White trailer trash!”

“And I love you too, African monkey!” and Clive kissed André again!

The dynamics in the group was irreplaceable and so infectious. We really enjoyed our friends and our friendships. The new additions just added value to our group. And Clive was definitely an asset!

We got drinks and checked out the talent, the lights, the dance floors, the talent, the djs, the bars, the talent, the men … did I mention the talent? Wow! This was my first time in a gay club and I was mesmerised. This was incredible!

The music changed smoothly from one song to the next, and One Direction’s One Way Or Another played. André pulled me to the dance floor and we started to dance. We moved, we touched, we danced closely to each other, we held hands – we did it all. The people around us were stunned at the sight of two beautiful sexy twins dancing. Some were hooting and some were cheering. André would hug me closer and kiss me just for show.

When the music changed to an Avicii song (Hey Brother), Luigi pushed in and told André bluntly to go find Juan or someone else. “Your brother is mine for this song!”

Luigi took me in his arms and kissed me. “Ti amo molto (I love you very much)!” He hugged me close to him and we moved to the rhythm of the nice tune. I could feel his big bulge pushing against me and I started to get hard. My fuck! I was in public and I was lusting after my man!

“Hmmm! I can feel you still love me! But me too!” he said and pushed his growing bulge against mine. “Tonight, I want to make love to you like never before!”

“Sì mio caro! In qualsiasi momento! (Yes my darling! Any time!)” I said and hugged my man to me.

The music changed to Enrique Iglesias’ Spanish version of Bailando and Luigi smoothly changed over into a slightly faster rhythm. I remember reading the name of the song actually meant “dance” in Spanish. Very appropriate! We shimmied and danced and twirled and hugged and danced holding hands. It was wonderful and I loved him even more right on the spot.

When the next song smoothed in, Pierre was there to claim his stake. “Come on Ita! You’re taking way too much time! Please … I want him now!”

The dj announced it was a Greek song by Kostas Martakis called Gi' Afto Hirokrotiste Tin. He battled to pronounce the title and added that a Greek visitor requested it.

Pierre and I glided over the floor, hugged, kissed and just swayed on the beat of the music. I was so happy. All my lovers were there to keep me happy.

The music changed to Maroon 5’s One More Night. Giovanni stepped up and tapped Pierre on the shoulder. “My turn you horse-hung hunk! Move!” He didn't wait for Pierre to let go – he merely pushed the tall man aside with his hip and bum, and took me in his arms. The half-bred was looking so nice and smelled so nice. He was fast becoming a firm favourite – not just with me, but with everybody else.

The ‘stray cat’ I ‘picked up’ on the underground was really a nice man, apart from being devastatingly attractive and hung hugely. His stubble felt great on my skin. He pushed his growing bulge against mine and he moaned in my ear. “Mio caro, you're the biggest Christmas gift ever! I’ve sent a picture to my parents and they approve! They don't know the full details, but they like what they see. I love you so very much!”

“I love you too! You’re one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen and being with you makes me happy. If that’s love, then yes: I’m in love with you too. You’re the best lucky packet I’ve ever come across. What’s that I’m feeling in your pants, hmm? Something I may have? Please?” I said and pushed my own growing bulge against Giovanni.

“It’s yours for the taking. Just speak the word! Hmmm!”

Next up was Olly Murs with Dance With Me Tonight. It had a nice beat to it, and next thing I knew, Gunther claimed me. “Move it half-bred! He’s mine now! Move!”

The tall blonde man took me in his arms, hugged me and kissed me while we swayed to the beat of the music. “Ich liebe dich so viel, mein Schatz (I love you so much, my darling)! And yes, I want to dance with you tonight!” He pulled me close to him and I felt his full 29,5cm German cock being pushed to my tummy. “Feel that? It can't wait to be inside you again!”

“I love you too Gunther! You know that! You're one of most wonderful guys I’ve ever had the privilege of meeting. You’re not just a beautiful hairy hung hunk, but a true friend and a spectacular human being! Thank you for loving me, being there for me and everyone else. You always make me feel so special,” I said and kissed him. “You are well loved by everybody, my beautiful Jerry man!”

The music was over too soon. Peter Martin’s Anywhere For You smoothed in and Johann claimed his place in front of me. “Come on Jerry! Let me have a chance with our boy! Come here Anton!” Johann took me in his arms and we danced like old lovers: dancing in step with the music, twirling and just swaying. This hairy moustached man wasn’t just a photographer of note – he was a fantastic sexy and attractive human being, and a spectacular lover. I could never forsake him for anybody. Luigi is my husband-to-be, I have 3 other tall hung hunks around me, but this man was a firm favourite and I loved him very much. His big bulge that never gets rock-hard, pushed against me and he said in my ear: “Tonight I want to give you an extra super ‘Johann Special’ – up for it?”

“Of course! I could never get enough of sex with you! Since the first time, it’s been very special. Feel my hard-on against you!” I said and kissed him. He kissed me with abandon: mouth opened big, tongue deep in my mouth and his one hand behind my head, the other on the small of my back.

“Oh godd! I fucking love you so much! I never want this to end – ever!”

When the music died down, the next song smoothed in but I was thirsty. I took Johann by the hand and led him back to the bar counter. “I’d like a soda and lime please?” Johann got a Heineken Light and we joined the others who were also not dancing. André and Juan were dancing like pros. Hip-hop, swaying, hugging, stepping in, stepping out, twirls. My godd! I didn’t know the two of them were such adept dancers! It was a new side to my brother I didn’t know!

Most of us were drinking and dancing on and off. At one stage when most got on the floor when a Madonna song from the nineties came up, I opted out and went to sit at the bar. I was the only one of the group sitting out for the song.

I got myself a Heineken Light and watched the guys dancing, and occasionally the tallest of them – Pierre, Luigi, Giovanni and Clive – waved at me. I nursed my beer and looked at all the other guys in the club. Here and there I saw a few lesbian couples. Everybody save for a few, were dressed very smartly and looked like they were having a good time.

After a while, I needed to go to the toilet. Just then my iPhone beeped: a text from Rafael. “Toilet urinals. Level 1. Now!”

I got up and walked into the busy passage that led to the toilets. There were many guys there and I had to squeeze my way past them.

Guys were queuing for stalls. Some were kissing, hands all over each other. Down the passage some guys were even sucking each other.

A urinal became vacant and as I stood in front of the porcelain bowl, the guy next to me was just finishing and zipped up. Then a dark-haired very tall man came to stand next to me. His skin was darkly tanned. All other 10 urinals were occupied. I didn't dare look at the guy.

Out the corner of my eye I could see some guys on my other side had their pants unzipped and were openly flaunting their cocks. Some cocks were hard and some were even as big as mine.

I had my cock in my hand, waiting for the urine to start flowing. I gave the guy next to me a quick once-over without staring too obviously.

“Antonio? Is it you?” the man next to me asked. I looked up and saw it was Rafael from the underground! I looked at him: he really was well over 2m tall. His pitch-black curly hair, just slightly longer than the fashionable norm, was beautiful and his 5-day stubble looked snazzy!

His darkly tanned olive skin was breathtakingly beautiful.

“Yes, it’s me! Rafael! I didn’t think I’d see you again! What a nice surprise!”

He unzipped and took his cock out, but I didn't look … not yet.

He was dressed all in whites, beiges and light brown. He wore a spectacular black watch. I thought it could’ve been a Rado.

I looked down: his boots were beautiful and really huge!

I looked at his hand and arm sticking out his white long-sleeve shirt. The sleeve was folded up two cuff widths. His arm was hairy: pitch-black hair on his hand and on his wrist.

I looked higher: black hair was billowing out from the top of his shirt.

I couldn't see his eyes but he had the most kissable full lips. His nose was long and aristocratic. My godd!

I looked down at the cock in his hands … and I gasped. It really was that big and spectacular. The guy on his other side exclaimed: “Jesus! Is that thing for real?”

I looked at it. It was long, thick, veiny and dark in colour. He pulled the skin back and revealed a huge pink head. With his left hand he pushed his fly down, and hauled his enormous balls out too.

He had his whole right hand – all four fingers – around the shaft like he was holding onto the rails of a staircase: more than half of the cock stuck out, still soft.

He started to piss. It was a very thick stream that crashed against the white porcelain. I saw the huge head starting to grow bigger …

My own urine was flowing too but my dick was fast getting hard. My cock was responding to the presence of the man next to me!

I managed to finish urinating when Rafael finished too. He shook it, stroked it to get the last of the urine out and I saw he was getting hard fast. His cock started to grow fast!

I looked up and saw he was watching me. He look at me and smiled shyly.

"Hi" he said softly. He smiled at me when I looked up from looking at his enormous cock.

"Erm ... Hi again" I said.

"You're very pale. You really are South African?"

"Yes, really."

"Ahhh! Nice! And very nice cock too!"

"Thanks! Yours is ... enormous! Brazil you said?"

"Brazil, Buenos Aires."

"Ahh! Very nice! You're Portuguese?"

“No, I only speak Portuguese – Brazilian Portuguese. I'm Brazilian.”

“Oh sorry,” I said.

I looked down and saw his cock was almost completely hard, the dark pink head was very big.

“Let’s get out of here before I’m completely hard!” Rafael said and wrestled his huge cock back into his pants. He was going commando again.

I zipped up too and turned away from the urinals. Rafael took me by the arm and steered me towards a part that wasn’t so crowded.

"You're very sexy!" I said. I looked at the man in front of me. He was tall, dark and fucking handsome. I took one of his hands in mine and looked at it. Fuck! It was even more beautiful than I remembered from the Underground. And hairy! The 5-day stubble on his face was stupendous.

"Thanks. You're very handsome too!" Rafael said and trailed his enormous index finger over my lips onto the cleft in my chin.

"Ribeiro. That's French, no?"

"Many generations ago, yes! Clever man! I'm a CA, but right now I'm on a sabbatical for a year, pursuing my modelling career as well as singing. I'm here for both.”

"I'm just a student."

"A very sexy student, also with a hard-on! Very nice!"

"Thanks, but I'm not even close to being in your league – you're sensational!"

"Thanks for the compliments!” He pushed against me and I felt his huge semi-hard cock in his pants. “Just feel what you're doing to me! I want to ... erm ... I want you to suck me please! Please?"

"I'm engaged and we're here in a group."

"Oh OK. But I'm so randy. I haven't cum since Friday. My boyfriend died in an accident in October. I haven't had sex in more than 2 months. None of the boys who threw them at me since, was anything like you!"

"I can't believe a sexy man like you are alone ..."

"I don't mix with riff raff and I like what I see here."

"Same here, but I'm engaged ..."

"I'm not trying to steal you away, not here, not ... Please come with me and suck me?"

"Here? Right now?"

"No, just come with me, please?"

"What? Erm ... I'm ... I ..."

"Just please come with me? Please? Trust me!"

"I don't know ..."

"I'm very randy and will cum quickly."

"I ... I don't know ..."

Rafael put his huge hand on my crotch and squeezed.

"Your cock says you like what you're seeing too. Please Antonio?"

"Yes, sorry that my cock has no manners ..."

"That's how I like them! Please come with me? Please?"

"Oh fuck! You're sensational but ..."

"We're wasting time. Please come with me? Please?"

I looked at his face. It was exquisite and sexy: beautiful dark brown eyes with impossibly long eyelashes, wide eyebrows.

He took my hand and put it on his huge bulge in his pants again. It really was enormous.

"Please come with me? Please?"

"Rafael, you're playing dirty!"

"Please?"

He put his hand out and I took it. It was big and soft and warm. He led me out of the toilets towards a darker area of the club. We entered a dark passage – I heard many people smooching, sucking and groaning.

I wanted to bolt!

Rafael sensed it and stopped, pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I felt his huge bulge against me. He smelled like a million bucks!

One of the most sensual mouths ever – better even than Diego’s. His big tongue entered my mouth and I tasted beer masked by peppermint chewing gum. The piece of gum ended up in my mouth!

"Antonio, please? There is a place at the back that will be quiet and deserted. Please?"

"Rafael, I don't know ... I've never done this ..."

"I've done this only once before but I really need this, please beautiful boy?"

"It will have to be quick! Oh fuck!”

"Yes! Thanks! Please come with me?"

He kissed me again pushing his huge bulge into my tummy. He opened his mouth and sucked my tongue into his mouth. The piece of gum went back into his mouth!

I put my hand on the huge bulge and he groaned into my mouth.

"Ahhh! Yes! Do you like it?"

"It's enormous! How big is it?"

"Don't run away but it's 34cm when hard ..."

"And insanely thick!"

"Yes, my late boyfriend loved it and I miss using it. Please come?"

He pulled me deeper him into the dark passage with him. There were only a few feint LED floor lights above the floor skirting.

I followed Rafael and looked at his boots again – they were really huge!

He led me around a bend into a darker corner where I saw only two pairs of feet facing each other.

"Here we are," he said and kissed me again while he was unbuckling his pants. "Feel it ..."

I put my hand on his bulge and gasped. It was thicker than Peter’s cock or Gerhard or Jonathan – it was huge and sopping wet. It reminded me of Larry’s cock earlier that afternoon.

He pushed his pants down and the immense cock sprang out, trailing some precum over my hand.

"Ahhh! Fantastic! Lower your pants too please?"

I unbuckled and dropped my pants. Rafael put his right hand around my hip and pushed it into my underpants. His middle finger pushed down my crack. I instinctively pushed my butt out, effectively opening up for his finger, proving to him I was a bottom.

"Ahhh! Fuck! Please suck me! Please?"

I sank to my knees and took the huge cock in my right hand, my left hand holding the huge balls. He pushed forward. The immense cock curved downwards.

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He smelled manly and there were traces of his expensive perfume.

I tasted his precum. I opened my mouth. The big head slipped into my mouth but it was too big: only the head fit in my mouth cavity. I pulled the skin back and tasted the most divine cock head and smelled its aroma.

His one hand was on my head and he growled. The other one was in my crack and his middle finger started to invade my hole.

"Yes! Oh fuck yes!"

I sucked the huge cock head as best I could and tasted the precum again. It was a lot. He tried to fuck my mouth but failed miserably. The cock was too big.

He pulled me up, off his cock.

"What's the biggest cock you've ever had? Doubles?"

"Almost as big as yours and doubles too."

"Ok fuck yes! Great! Then please let me fuck you!"

I thought of me taking a dump and douching before we left the hotel. I was ready, but for such a huge cock? I thought of Larry fucking me earlier. This cock was in the same league, but here?

"I don't know! I don't have a condom or lube ..."

"I was tested last week: I'm squeaky clean. My cock is far too big for rubbers and I hate them in any case. Please? I have sachets of KY gel. Please?"

"Ok fuck, your cock is really big! You'll tear me apart!"

"I'll be gentle and will not hurt you! I promise! It’s not as big as two cocks together."

"Yes, let him fuck you!" a voice said from the dark.

"Yes, please?" Rafael pleaded.

"Just be careful and be quick! Oh fuck!"

Rafael kissed me again. His gum ended in my mouth again!

"Please turn around? Please?"

I put my hand around the enormous cock and wondered if I'd be able to handle it.

I heard him fumbling in his pocket and then I felt the tepid KY gel (warmed by his body) on my hole. He rubbed it into my hole and pushed his huge middle finger into me again. I groaned. He had his left hand on my back. He pushed his index finger in as well. I groaned and lifted my head. He held me down with his left hand.

"You OK? May I push in please?"

"Yes but be careful and take it slow. Push in a bit, pull out and push back in. I have to get used to it. Ahhh!"

I felt Rafael moving closer and I braced myself: this was going to be unbelievably painful, I thought. I clenched my hole and held it until I automatically had to relax.

The huge head rested on my hole and he pushed forward lightly. I pushed out and back. I felt the enormous head sliding in.

He pulled out completely and pushed back into me, slightly deeper.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes! Fuck him!” a voice said.

I pushed out. Rafael pulled out again. The enormous head entered me again, but it went in deeper. I groaned and pushed out. Oh my godd! It was enormous! And it felt heavenly …

He pulled out again and pushed back into me. I waited for the flange of the glans to pop in and clenched.

"Ahhh! Oh fuck yes!" he groaned. The head plopped in and I gasped. Oh fuck!

"Have you ever seen anything like this?" another voice said in the dark.

"You can stay and watch but don't come closer!" Rafael said to the onlookers and pushed deeper into me.

The huge head scraped over my prostate and I felt some cum being pushed out of me. I felt like cumming on the spot. I clenched around the big shaft in me.

Rafael pulled back a bit and grazed over my prostrate again. I could cum right there and then!

His hands were stroking my back and butt.

"Are you OK?"

"Oh fuck! It's big but I'm managing! Just ... Slowly! I have to admit: it feels fantastic!"

"See? I knew you would. I have no intention of hurting you!"

The huge cock was at my inner sphincter and he stopped. He made his cock swell and waited for the sphincter to relax. He pushed in deeper.

"Ahhh! This is awesome! How much more?"

"Almost ⅔ in. I'm almost there."

I clenched my hole and the huge cock twitched. It stretched my hole and rectum big time!

"Ahhh! Oh fuck yes! Oh yes! Push all of it into me!”

I saw at least 4 couples in the dark watching us. Both guys of one couple were facing us and it was clear the guy behind the other was pushing into his mate. The front guy moaned: "Oh fuck! You're killing me Paul! Oh fuck! Your cock is as hard as a rock!

Rafael pushed in deeper and continued until his huge balls rested on my butt. My godd!

"Ahhh! This ... is ... incredible! Oh fuck!"

"Yes, it feels spectacular but we don't have time. Fuck and cum please!"

"Yes, I'm going to. You still OK?"

"Yes! I wish it could be a whole night! It's spectacularly nice! But we don’t have too much time!"

"I'm going to come quickly ... and I'm going to fill you up good!"

Rafael started to fuck me with long deep thrusts. His cock twitched and I groaned. I was getting fucked good and it felt fantastic. I wondered how it would've been under different circumstances. An idea started forming in my head ...

"I'm going to cum, OK?"

"Yes, please cum! Fuck me hard an deep and shoot all you have into me!“

“Yes! Fill him up!” a voice in the dark said, and quite a few other voices added ‘Yes!’ to the comment.

“Remember it’s going to be a LOT!”

Rafael picked up speed and the huge cock fucked me into another state of mind. It was a blissful euphoria and the cock in me felt wonderful. Slut! Not a single guy , Herman and Larry and the Williams brothers felt the same. This dick was unique and a keeper …

"I'm cumming! Oh my dear godd! I'm cumming! Yes! Yess! Oh fuck yess!"

“Yes! Yes! Fuck him! Pump him full of cum! Fuck him!” the onlookers cheered Rafael on.

Rafael pushed his huge cock deep into me, the head 14 cm right into my colon, and started to growl. I felt the cock in me swelling to huge proportions and it started to twitch. It stretched me immensely and was shooting its load into me. I counted unintentionally and when I reached 13, I exclaimed: "How much more?"

"Ahhh! Twen-ty thre-ee! Oh … fuck … yes!"

“Twenty-three shots?! Fuck that is a lot!” the voice in the dark exclaimed. I couldn’t agree more!

I could feel this man was pumping a monumental load into me! Oh fuck! Just as well I let go of Larry’s huge load before we left the hotel.

Rafael pushed deep into me again and held still. His breathing was fast and he was still groaning. His whole body trembled. His huge cock was still twitching. I felt his balls on mine were pulled up high under the huge shaft. His hands were caressing my back and he reached for my shoulders.

He moved his feet further apart. He pulled me upright and put his hands around my chest. He put his right cheek against the back of my head and kissed me in my hair. 

His body was still shuddering and he groaned.

"This ... will ... go ... down ... as ... one ... for the record books ...! Oh fuck," he groaned in meted phrases and sighed. "This was fantastic! Thanks! I owe you one! Do you want me to jack you off? This cannot be the first and last! It just canot!"

"Yes, it was great but I’d rather not cum. I ... It would be awkward later. Rather not, OK?"

"OK. I want to see you again!"

"I don't know ..."

"Please Antonio? I have to see you again please? I'm flying to Rome next weekend ..."

"Please pull out. Don't worry, I've douched an hour and a half ago. I'm sure I'm clean. Just to make sure, I'll suck you clean."

"You're an angel sent from heaven!"

Rafael pulled out slowly and the feeling of emptiness started to settle in. Oh fuck! This fuck was better than I thought it would be! It was magnificent.

I turned around and sank to my knees. I sucked the huge cock and yes, apart from the KY and cum, it was clean. He pulled me up and kissed me, hugging me tight.

"Let's get dressed and let me buy you a drink!"

"Thanks. Let's get going. I'm late already.”

We dressed and the little audience clapped hands and cheered. "This was the best I've seen! Better than any porn!"

We pushed through the throng of men. Many hands touched us all over. We walked back to the dance floor and bar.

"I have to see you again! Please!" Rafael said as we rounded the last corner.

"It's complicated. I'm engaged and we're a group of around 12 people … in one big open relationship. We're here till Sunday and then on to Germany and then Italy."

Rafael pulled me closer and said: "I don't care! If you're in an open relationship, then we're home free! Italy too? I hope I’d be able to see you in Rome!"

"We’ll see about Rome. But, not so fast! Listen, I have a plan. I'm going to stand at the bar to buy a Coke. Give me 5 minutes and wait until you see me with my twin brother ..."

"What? There are TWO of you? Really?!"

"Yes, but my brother isn't really a bottom. Wait till you see him with me and then approach us. Show astonishment at seeing two of us. We'll take it from there. I'd love to see your cock in daytime and experience it again! Yes! OK?"

"I knew it! Yes! Yes I want to see you please!"

"You could come visit us tomorrow night. We're in the Berkley in Knightsbridge."

"I'm in a hotel facing Hyde Park. I could easily come to you ..."

"Watch it! Don't walk any further with me. Look out for my brother ..."

I turned away and headed for the bar. Just as I approached the counter, I saw my men dancing in a group to One Direction’s hit Story Of My Life. I waved at them. Pierre blew me a kiss.

My hole was tender and I felt the immense load in me. I looked back at the group and Clive waved at me. Luigi smiled and blew me a kiss. I felt like such a slut!

I turned back to the counter and waited for one of the muscular shirtless hunks behind the counter to take my order.

I was still waiting when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked to my left and saw it was André.

"Rested enough baby bro? Thirsty? Me too! Coke Zero please?"

His hand squeezed my neck and pulled me to him. He kissed me on the cheek. I turned to look at him and again I realised I was looking at a carbon copy of myself. We were 99,99% identical, save for our hair at times and the naughtiness in his eyes.

Once again, because we were dressed identical, even the guys at the entrance were floored. We got our Cokes and faced the dance floor. Rafael was on the floor dancing by himself. Other guys who passed us made all sorts of remarks such as ‘at least one of you should go home with me’. We just laughed and kissed each other. "Then both of you! Please!?" We put our arms around each other's bodies and just turned back to the counter.

André put his arm around my shoulder and said: "You are so fucking sexy baby bro!"

"Yes, you too you conceited bastard!"

"I'm serious ..." he said as the tall dark and fucking dashing hunk came up behind us. Rafael!

“Hi there! Twins! Hmmm!” Rafael, the ‘stranger’ said.

"My godd! Is heaven sending its angels to look after us now! My man, you're the stuff wet dreams are made of! Baby bro, look at this man! Hi there! My name is André and this is my twin brother Anton or Antonio! Wow!" André gushed and took Rafael's hand in his. "Baby bro, he has shovels for hands! Fuck! Look!"

"Pleased to meet you André. My name is Rafael Ribeiro. I'm from Brazil and I'm here on business. Pleased to meet you too ... erm ... Anton? Antonio?" Rafael said and took my hand in his. And yes, they were still huge and soft and warm and ... huge! Oh fuck! "Wow! You're so identical! It is André and Anton ... Right?"

"Pleased to meet you Rafael. Yes, identical to the last bit. Want to see?" André!

"Yes, I'd love to see, please!"

"That could be arranged! We're having Cokes. Do you want one too?" André said as the one gorgeous barman leaned forward and shouted over the music: "What's it going to be ... Fuck! Twins! Henry, come see this! Look! Plus one dark giant!"

'Henry' approached the other barman and whistled. "Shit! Identical as fuck! You'd be fun in bed! And two of you! Drinks on the house for this round! I hope you're single!"

"Nope, spoken for ..." André said waiving at the dance floor. "Another Coke Zero for our tall friend here please!"

"Another Coke Zero coming up. Who is this gorgeous creature behind you? Can I help you please Sir?" Henry said looking at Rafael.

"The Coke is for me. Yes, I'm available but I'm hoping the twins would find me irresistible enough. Hmm!" Rafael said and was pushed into André by three guys passing behind him.

"Is that a gun in your pocket ...?" André gasped. "Baby bro, this man is hung insanely huge! He has a shotgun down his pants!" André said aloud.

"Yes, it's big and it's yours if you wanted it!"

"Fuck! You'll have to come visit us in Knightsbridge tomorrow night! What do you say baby bro? Shit! I have to see this! And don't get any ideas! I'm not a bottom – not for that ... that thing! But Anton would love to!" André spilled the beans. I kicked him.

"Ouch Anton! It's true, not so?"

"I'd love to come visit you. Which hotel?"

"The Berkley. The party starts at 9 o'clock. But it would be great if you could come earlier ... Around 7 o'clock? If you know what I mean?" André! As forward as always.

I looked at Rafael and he smiled like the Cheshire Cat! Our ploy worked perfectly!

"My British number is +44 714 ......." I took out my iPhone and pretended to punch in the number. "A picture for my address book, please?" I asked and took a picture of the tall hung hunk that fucked me 10 minutes earlier. It replaced the picture I took of his business card.

Rafael took his iPhone out and opened his Address Book app. He also pretended to punch in my number.

"My number is +27 72 9...... Remember it's a South African number. Will you find the Berkley?"

"You have an iPhone too; you know Maps will take me anywhere. I’ll get straight to your hotel."

Rafael’s Coke arrived and when André handed the glass to Rafael, another guy pushed him towards us. André and Rafael juggled their glasses and ended up in each other's arms, André's left hand against Rafael's bulge.

"My godd! Anton, you have to feel this! It's huge!"

I pretended to do it for the first time and whistled when I touched the semi-hard cock. “You really have to come visit us at the Berkley tomorrow night! How big is it?”

“34cm … is it too big?”

“Phew! That’s big! And thick?” I continued the charade. “We’ll have to see and test it to determine if it's too big or just right!” I added to the charade.

“Yes, very. Big head, uncut, and multiple loads. I cum an insanely amount every time. No less than 20 to 23 squirts every time. Too much?”

“Oh fuck no! Yes, you have to come tomorrow night then!” I said and saw the rest of the gang was approaching us. They were thirsty and they’ve noticed the tall dark handsome man talking to us.

“And who do we have here? Another stray cat, Ant? You do know how to pick them! Sheez! What a sexy man! My name is Pierre Malan and you are …?” Pierre said with his hand stretched out.

“Rafael Ribeiro. Pleased to meet you! Wow! You guys are a very attractive bunch! Are you all models or actors? Where are you from?”

“South Africa and yes, we’re models. But we do have at least one actor: Giovanni over there. He played in Italian soapies. Are you a model? Actor?” Pierre continued.

“CA, but right now I’m busy as model, a popular singer and an actor. But I’m on a sabbatical and I’m here on business. Next weekend I’m flying to Rome. I’m thinking of expanding my business to Cape Town,” Rafael said.

“Then Claude would be your man to talk to! Unfortunately, he’s not here right now. And yes, the only place you’d feel at home and where things are managed and run the way it should, is the Western Cape and Cape Town in particular. You’ll have many good clients there in no time! Claude has many connections and Pieter, the twins’ uncle, could assist you too. Yes, come visit us in South Africa,” Pierre said.

“I’m Clive. I’m not from South Africa – yet! I’m moving there soon, I hope. I’m from London. Listen, we’re having a Christmas party at our hotel tomorrow night. Do you want to join us? If you don’t have anything organised?”

“I had plans to go to G-A-Y, but your offer sounds so much better! Thanks!” Rafael said.

“The Berkley in Knightsbridge. You should be able to find it on Maps on your iPhone. Yes?” Clive said.

“Yes, the twins have told me!”

My heart skipped a beat … with any luck this insanely hung stud was going to fuck me again tomorrow night! My cock was sopping wet, again!

Luigi introduced himself to Rafael and put his one arm around my shoulder.

“You’re a couple?” Rafael asked.

“Yes, engaged,” Luigi said.

“What a beautiful couple! And nice people too!” Rafael said.

The other guys introduced themselves to Raphael and struck up conversations with him. He told us about Sao Paulo and about being gay in a Latino country. His late lover was mentioned and soon it was like we’ve known him a long time.

“May I please?” Rafael asked when Enrique Iglesias’ I like It started playing. Luigi put his hand on my back and pushed me forward.

“Yes, if mio caro wants. Antonio?”

“Yes, of course!” I said and took Rafael’s hand.

We stepped onto the dance floor and I was stunned. The moves this tall man made, the steps he took, the way he moved his body were out of this world. To feel his huge muscular hairy body against mine, took my breath away. He twirled me, he dipped me, and he danced close to me facing me. His huge bulge pushed against me and he said in my ear: “I hope I can put it in you again tomorrow night! I want to pump multiple loads into you again – yes?”

“Yes, please! I hope we can do it!”

“Can you feel my huge load in your colon?”

“Oh yes! It's a lot! Thanks for my testosterone booster!”

He turned me around and hugged me from behind while he danced with me. His huge cock pushed into my crack and I felt like dying with desire for this man! He was just gorgeous and hung like a horse! The cum he pumped into me earlier reminded me of what this stallion was capable of!

When Enrique Iglesias faded into something else, we walked back to the others.

We ordered another round of drinks. I looked at my watch and saw it was already half past twelve. Not much time left.

“Three cheers for Boss and Alexander and Clive and our bus driver in his absence! We’re having a whale of a time! Cheers!” Pierre said and raised his bottle of beer.

“Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!”

“And cheers to a new ‘stray cat’ in our midst, thanks to Ant! Ant, my beautiful man with an unquenchable desire for … ahem … big ones! Looking at your hands, I’m sure you’ll fit the bill! We’ll see tomorrow night!” Pierre said.

The cat was out the bag! This was an open invitation for Rafael to join us in an orgy tomorrow night. Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes! My cock was rock-hard in seconds.

“Oh fuck! Am I hearing it right? Are you inviting me to an … orgy perhaps? If so, the answer is a resounding ‘yes’!” Rafael said and inadvertently palmed his big bulge.

“Fuck yes! We’re going to fuck like rabbits and you're invited, That is, only if you’re hung – it looks like it – and if you're a top! Right Ant?” André added.

“Yes, I’m hung and yes, I’m a top! But will there be someone here who could handle a big Brazilian piece of meat?” Rafael pretended flawlessly.

“Oh fuck! You haven’t seen my brother in action! He’ll manage it all right! Right baby bro?” André put in. I was sold to the highest bidder and he was a tall dark and handsome, VERY hung hunk! Oh fuck yes! Yes! Please!

“Antonio, interested?” Rafael asked.

“Erm … if it’s not too big?” I said.

“’If it’s not too big’! Listen to him! You're not chicken, are you? Since when is a cock too big for you?” André said and walked up to Rafael and openly palmed the man’s crotch. “Fuck! It’s big! Baby bro, come feel what 34cm feels like! But I'm sure you could manage.”

I stepped closer and put my hand out to touch Rafael’s big bulge. I could see the thick tube snaking down the left leg of his pants. How anybody with such a cock could go commando was beyond me. The cock was almost halfway hard and when I touched it, Rafael groaned.

“Oh fuck yes! Do we have to wait until tomorrow night? I could fuck this sexy boy right here!” Rafael gushed.

“Sexy man, await your turn! You’ll get your chance tomorrow night! Baby bro, your new stray cat is going to fuck you tomorrow night! We have super lube and poppers. Still interested?” André put in.

“Oh fuck yes! I hope Antonio can handle my cock,” Rafael said.

“You’ll be surprised at the sizes of some of the other cocks here! Ant manages fine and will manage fine with yours! If you behave, we might turn it into a double …” Pierre said.

“What? A double? That’s impossible! Two big ones? No! That’s not possible! Antonio?” Rafael was stumped.

“Yes, we can try …” I said and wondered if it would be possible to take Rafael’s cock and for instance Pierre’s cock. Only time would tell, I thought. “I’m willing to try.”

“Good godd! Now look at what happened! My cock is getting hard! Can I please stand close to you! I can't afford for the rest of the people to see I have a hard-on! One of the down-sides of going commando! Damn!” Rafael said and stood closer to us. I wished I could suck him off!

Clive took his iPhone out and looked at the screen. “Not to be a party pooper, but we have to go. The bus driver texted me, and asked if we could please go back. The place where he waited for us has closed and the bus is freezing cold. I think we have had a nice evening but let’s be kind to him. What do you say?”

“I think we can go. Rafael, come to the Berkley at around 9 pm, OK? Boss Models is throwing us a Christmas party and you’re officially invited. We’ll give you the details of Clive and Pieter then. Clive, are you sure you want to pay for the full tab yourself?” Luigi said and took out his wallet.

“No, put your money away. Yes, the tab is on me. Is everybody OK that we go now?” Clive asked. “It’s just after 1 am. I think it’s a good time to be going.”

Everybody was in agreement. I saw the dual expression in Rafael’s eyes. He wanted us to stay but he understood, and he was looking forward to the next night.

“May I please?” Rafael asked, looking at Luigi.

“For what?”

“May I kiss Antonio?”

“Yes, if he wants to,” Luigi said.

Rafael pulled me into his arms and gave me a kiss of note. His full mouth on mine felt wonderful and when I opened my mouth, the huge tongue entered my mouth and I sucked on it. My fuck! Right there in front of the others!

“OK, OK – OK! That’s enough! Come baby bro! This stray cat can't have all the fringe benefits in one night! He's still an appy! Rafael, we’ll see you tomorrow night at 9 pm. OK?” André put in, and took me by the shoulders.

“Thanks, you guys! I'm looking forward to it very much! This boy is super special!” Rafael said and squeezed my butt with his massive hand.

“Yeah! Yeah! We know. Now, let’s get out of here!” André said and put his arm around my shoulder. I was sad to go, but reality kicked in. We had no choice.

The tab for the drinks amounted to just shy of £100. Clive paid with his credit card and we were off.

I turned around and saw Rafael watching us. I waved at him. How I wished he could join us tonight already. But, him joining us the tomorrow night would be better than nothing. He waved and blew me a kiss … Fuuccckkkk!

Clive called the bus driver and told him we were on our way out and if he could pick us up in front of The Arches Shopping.

Pierre was on my other side and hugged me to him. “Ant, just how the hell do you do it? He is a damn looker and from what I could see, hung like a horse too. But to rope them in like you do … I hope we’re not going to be side-lined any time soon. We love you and don’t mind sharing you Boikie, but I think we’ve reached the limit, don’t you think? Hmmm sexy man?”

“Yes, perhaps roping in Rafael is getting too much. No sweat. We could cancel our invitation …?” I put in.

“No, you’ll do no such thing. That is not good manners. I’m not saying we must uninvite him, but it’s tomorrow night and then it’s good-bye to him. I mean, with Clive, Giovanni, Luigi and me there – what more do you need? Already in just over a week, it would be Piero who would join us too. I love you to bits and I don’t mind sharing you with our boys, but no more strangers. Right Luigi? Agreed? OK Ant?” Pierre said and hugged me close to him.

“I tend to agree with Pee-Air. We love you very much and the group knows we don’t mind sharing you, but in André’s words: we’re not keen on all the stray cats joining us. Clive was an obvious choice, Diego was a good one, Peter was a nice guy, Giovanni is … well, he's another Italian! That’s different! But we must stop it now. There are more than enough guys in our group. You could never grow tired of us, could you?” Luigi said and when I looked into his eyes, it was only love I saw. “Sei d'accordo mio caro ragazzo (Do you agree my darling boy)?”

“Sì certamente. Teniamolo tra i ragazzi (Yes of course. Let's keep it between the boys)! The sex I have with you guys is amazing and more than enough. I totally agree. Rafael will visit tomorrow night and that would be it. Yes, Piero is still there and he would be the final special touch to our distinguished group. Mi dispiace il mio tesoro (I’m sorry my darling)!”

We walked out of Heaven and when we reached the door in the passage, the cold night air hit us in the face like an ice wall. It was terribly cold. I was looking forward to be in a warm bed with my guys. Our bus was just pulling in as we approached the entrance to the shopping passage. Our bus driver was a hero!

“Here we are guys! Come! Let’s get out of the cold. Come Ant!” Clive said and held the door open for us to get in. We all scrambled into the bus and found ourselves a seat. Of course, I sat next to Luigi and this time Giovanni made sure he got in next to me on my other side. He was such a sexy damn man! He put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me. “Ti amo molto il mio caro uomo (I love you very much my darling man)!”

“Grazie mille, mio tesoro grande! [Thanks a lot, my big darling!]” I said and got a kiss on the cheek, and a huge, beautiful hand on my thigh – high up, touching my dick, of course.

Herman was last to get on the bus and Clive closed the bus door. He spoke to the driver and put something in his hand. I was sure he gave him a big tip for waiting for us so long at this time of night.

The giant of a man Herman squeezed past us to join Johan and Morné in the back. He looked at me with such tenderness, my heart gave a pang … this gentle giant with such family problems and a bad past, has been a wonderful lover when he came out, but he couldn’t adjust to the dynamics of the group but found love with the hockey captain Johan, who is filthy rich, and they’re now joined by Morné, also an excellent lover, but also not able to ajust to the group. What a loss, but at least I we some very noticeable and capable HUNG replacements in the group!

When Clive faced us and saw I was already ensconced between Luigi and Giovanni, his face showed some disappointment for a second, but then recovered quickly after looking at me, and when I winked, he just smiled as he knew he’d be part of ‘the deal’ once we’re back at the hotel. He made some comments, thanked the driver and sat in the seat in front of us. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed. He put his hand on mine, turned around and holding my hand, he looked into my eyes and said: “I hope you’ve enjoyed the evening at one of the world’s most famous gay clubs. Are you OK there next to the half-bred? Anything I could do to make you comfortable? Do you want your Pommie to push the half-bred out so you could experience true love and proper warmth? Hmm?” His eyes were sparkling and the naughtiness showed. Albeit disappointed, he could never blame one of the guys for sitting next to me.

“Hey, watch it Pommie! He is in good hands, I say! You and Pee-Air can have your chance again some other time. For now, our boy is taken good care of by the two Italians. Right Ant?” Giovanni put in.

“For that, you horrible half-bred creature, he’s sleeping in my arms tonight, half-bred! He’s mine!” Clive said.

We had such a good laugh, as Clive and Gio actually like each other a lot.

“Yes, and since when do you have the right to make such decisions, hmmm? Have you forgotten he’s actually mine? Hmmm?” Luigi said and gave Clive’s head a playful swipe.

“Yeah, yeah! All semantics! He’s yours but when we put the goods on the table after all of this bragging and claiming rights, it’s Pee-AIR and I who come out tops! Without us, this ménage a whatever, means nothing! We’re the real stallions here! You Italians have nothing on us!” Clive joked.

“Watch it! You’ll sleep with the others!” Luigi said and ruffled Clive’s hair.

The banter continued with me warm and snug as a bug between two of my darling men. The heater in the bus was effective, and the inside of the bus was balmy and warm, and we drove back to the Berkley in comfort.

At the hotel we got off and all thanked the bus driver for his kindness and we made a run for the front door of the hotel. The foyer was quite busy with a group of tourists that arrived from the airport.

Peter was at the reception counter and beamed when he saw us. I wondered if we were going to let him into the folds of the group again … time would tell, I thought.

“Did you enjoy the night? ‘Heaven’, wasn’t it? A super club! Anything warm for you gentlemen?” Peter asked.

“As a matter of fact, I’d love a hot chocolate right now. How about the rest of you guys?” Clive asked us. “Peter, in the same suite please?” We all ordered hot chocolate.

“Certainly sir! 12 hot chocolate drinks coming up!” Peter said and disappeared to organise the drinks.

In the elevators André and Johann had us in stitches. Sometimes I wondered where they get their endless supply of jokes and anecdotes. They were so funny. Just before the doors opened on the 3rd floor, Clive shushed the guys as it was almost half past 1 already.

All twelve of us went into our suite and found a seat. Some of the guys and I went into the bathroom. We stood at the porcelain bowl, three at a time to pee. When it was my turn, it was Giovanni with his soft 20cm and Pierre with his soft 22cm cock next to me. I marvelled at the beautiful big cocks of the two men and come to think about it, Pierre’s cock gets so big and that it has been in me many times before. Giovanni’s thick cock grew to 29cm when hard but was a delight too.

Fortunately, I managed to get the stream of pee flowing before my semi-hard cock of 17,5cm started to fluff up. The three streams of pee flowed into the water with a thundering sound. We were healthy boys and were not prospective patients to visit Luigi soon.

At the washbasin the two men pushed against me and I got caught between them. Pierre finished washing his hands and moved in behind me with his hands on top of mine under the flowing water.

“Ant, sometimes when the stray cats get in on the action, I wonder if you really understand just how much we all love you. Tonight, you sleep in my arms … to hell with the Italians and the Pommie and their kind! Tonight, you’re mine! OK? Of course, OK!” Pierre said and hugged me.

“I love you too my big man! But remember Luigi is the alpha male and my husband-to-be …”

“Semantics, my dear Watson! I’m the real man in your life, finish en klaar! The man who knows you the longest with the purest love in his big boertjie heart, demonstrated by his huge 33cm boertjie dick. I love Luigi, and Clive and Giovanni aren’t bad either, but …” Pierre said but Giovanni chipped in.

“Excuse me Mr Big Man! Without the Italians, there would be no pizza, no proper pasta, art as we know it, music as established by the masters, architecture, art and so much more, and the fact that your cock is the size of a small pony’s, doesn’t give you the right to belittle the others! It’s been only 4 days now, but Ant and I have made a real connection …”

“Yes, I saw it when you tried to make him yours with your small cock …”

“Guys, guys! No fighting over me! I love you all but never forget there will always be a Luigi, who IS the alpha male here, and whom I’m marrying sometime in the future. Guys! Let’s just take it calmly, please?” I said and put my one hand on Pierre’s huge hands on my arms and the other on Giovanni’s equally beautiful hands.

“He’s right. Nobody can ever replace Luigi …” Pierre said and hugged me again.

“And who is gossiping about me? Hmmm?” Luigi said as he walked into the bathroom to pee.

“Nothing important. Your name just came up in casual conversation. Nothing too exciting either, Ita. We’re just telling our boy here how much TRUE love he gets from us, the boertjie and the Pommie, but that we’ll sadly never be able to replace you as the alpha male,” Pierre lied smoothly.

“Ahh! And don’t you forget that! He’s my husband-to-be but you guys are lucky to be in the folds of the group now, so I’d always be willing to share him with you. But, no more. No more stray cats, you hear mio caro!” Luigi said as he unzipped his pants and hauled his cock out to pee. The stream was thick and thundered into the water. My man definitely had a healthy prostate!

We finished at the basin and went into the lounge area. Pierre made sure he sat next to me and Clive made a bee-line to sit on my other side. My godd! As long as they don’t start fighting each other to be next to me!

Luigi entered the lounge and politely asked Clive to make room for him. My man could be assertive if he wanted to! Clive squeezed my leg and moved up so Luigi could sit down.

Just then there was a knock on the door. André opened, and Peter pushed in a trolley with a big pot of hot chocolate and very smart mugs. There were very dainty biscuits with chocolate fillings.

“Here you are gentlemen! You said your evening was good? I’m glad. May I pour for you?” Peter said and took the pot with hot chocolate and poured the liquid into mugs to serve us. André took the plate with biscuits and presented it to us.

It was clear the big-dicked bellhop was as randy as a street cat. His big bulge was very pronounced and I was sure he’d drop trousers on the spot if we gave him half a chance. But it was late and we wanted to catch some sleep. Peter’s big cock would have to wait for another time to fuck me.

“Anything else for you gentlemen?” Peter asked, and winked at me.

“Nothing, thanks Peter. Thanks for the hot chocolate and biscuits. We’re pooped and want to get some sleep. We’ll see you bright and breezy at 9 o’clock at breakfast!” Clive put in and I could see the disappointment in Peter’s eyes.

“Erm … OK. I thought …”

“Not tonight, Peter. We’re really tired and it's cold. We’ll see tomorrow morning, OK? How about coffee and croissants at 8 o’clock please?” Pierre said and went up to Peter. “I still can’t believe that such a skinny guy like you could be hung this big!” He palmed Peter’s crotch. “My godd! You’re almost rock-hard! Lusting after our boy, aren’t you? Not tonight my man! We’re really tired. It was a long day.”

“Yes, after I’ve tasted the ‘forbidden fruit’, I’m a goner! But yes, the day was long and it’s time to get some sleep. Until 8 o’clock then. Sleep well gentlemen. And remember, I’m only a phone call away if you need anything … anything! Goodbye then,” Peter said and palmed his bulging crotch as he left the suite.

“Sleeping arrangements! The same as last night? The five of us in one bed and the other four in the other bed? Johan, Morné and Herman in your own suite, OK?” Pierre took charge. “Bathroom and bed gentlemen. I’m more tired than I expected. Sheez! What a day! And before you half-bred and Pommie get any ideas, Ant sleeps between Luigi and me. Finish en klaar! I’m going to brush my teeth and then we’re going to bed. I’m cold and want nothing better than Ant in my arms!”

I realised I was tired myself. It was a long day and we’ve been all over the place: early morning sex with Peter, two museums, a great lunch, shopping in Knightsbridge and we’ve been to Harrods. We met Kamran and I got an amulet and sucked his huge cock a bit. Then we had a sun-downer of note with more than enough to eat. Then Larry fucked me with his huge black uncut cock, pumping an unholy amount of his creamy cum into me before we went to the Heaven gay club. And there, Rafael fucked me and pumped an equally unholy amount of cum into me. So, I was most definitely not sex-deprived.

“I agree. Let’s have a nice quiet night and give Antonio a break. I think we could celebrate Christmas in style tomorrow night with some sex with our boy. OK Antonio, mio caro? André, Juan, Gio, Clive? What do you say?”

“I’m fine. As long as I get to at least sleep with you guys. But whether the delinquent is the first born and has rights, I get to fuck him first … and then he can phone his dad!” Clive said and ducked to avoid a pillow André flung at him.

“I’m always going to be the first born and my rights are inalienable – you can’t change that Pommie! Right baby bro? And your inhumanly massive donkey dong isn’t welcome in my fine ass!” André said and shook a fist in the air like a soviet at a rally.

“Behave my boy! Let’s go and brush our teeth so we could get into bed. I want to sleep with you in my arms all night. Come!” Juan said and pulled André to the bathroom.

“That’s our cue to go to our suite. Thanks guys! It was a memorable day. Thanks Clive! And to your dad and Boss. Come on guys, let’s go!” Johan said and Herman and Morné got up and said their thanks and good-nights. They left the room and the nine of us were left like the previous night: Juan, André, Johann and Gunther in one bed and the rest of us – five in total – in the other bed.

Clive, Giovanni and Pierre joined us in the bathroom and it was clear that it would’ve been a miracle if I’d be able to sleep through the night without one of their big cocks fucking me – they were like jackals in heat. They touched me, squeezed my arm, put their heads on my shoulder, stood right behind me pushing their huge bulges against me … they lusted after me!

I still had Rafael’s huge cumload in me and it was starting to get difficult to contain it. I finished brushing my teeth and apologised that I had to use the toilet while they were still there in the bathroom.

“No problem my man. Would you like to suck my cock while you sit there?” Pierre said and palmed his huge cock.

“Behave Pee-AIR! Let him have a sitting in peace! If he was going to suck you, what about Gio, Clive and me? What would happen if we all decided to start that now? Antonio, we’ll give you some privacy. Come on guys! Let’s go,” Luigi said and herded the others out of the bathroom, and no second too soon.

When I sat down on the commode, Rafael’s huge cumload in me just ran from my rectum. My godd! What a lot it was! It could easily have been anything between ½ a cup or ¾ of a cup of cum. That stud Rafael pumped it all into me! One session!

While I waited for the huge amount of cum to drain, I was thinking of Larry and his huge beautiful black uncut cock and how it felt when he pushed it deep into me … fuck! I’d love him to fuck me again! And Rafael … Wow! What a tall dark and handsome hung hunk with a huge dark cock. It too was big and beautiful and he too fucked me good. I wondered what would’ve happened if I could’ve had them in me in a double penetration. I got hard on the spot and wished it could have happened. I was sure a double fuck with these two was highly unlikely: not just because they weren’t part of the inner circle, but also because both were huge and thick … but least we could have tried … If I ever had them at the same time, I wondered if I’d be able to take them both in me. But it did make me rock-hard just to think about it. I sincerely enjoyed the fucking. Both guys’ encounters with me were worthy to remember and to hanker after them for another encounter.

“You OK baby bro? Done? I need to pee please?” André was walking in the toilet.

“Done. Just give me a second …” I started to say. I have drained all the nice goo, and was already standing next to the bowl, ready to flush the toilet, my hard cock pointing at the ceiling.

“My godd baby bro! What’s going on? Phew! May I please suck you?”

“No man! I’m just thinking about all that’s been happening, that’s all. Come, I’m done,” I said, blushing crimson red. Wow! How could I be embarrassed of my boner in front of my brother? He didn’t know Rafael fucked and bred me already and that the memory of his fucking was still fresh in my mind.

“I’d still love to suck you …”

Juan entered as well. “André, let it be! We’re going to brush our teeth and then it’s off to bed for sleeping only! My darling boy, don’t pay any attention to him. Come André!” Juan said as he pulled André towards the bathroom. I slipped my hard-on back into my pants and hoped it would subside enough before I undressed in front of the other four guys.

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The sleeping arrangements were simple: I slept in Luigi’s arms and Pierre was behind me. His huge cock was hard when he moved in behind me. He pushed it between my legs and pushed his warm hairy body tight against my back. His left arm was draped over my middle and was holding on to Luigi’s hip. His right arm was under the pillow on which my head rested.

Luigi’s cock was beyond semi-hard and pushed against Pierre’s cock below my scrotum.

Giovanni was behind Pierre and Clive behind Luigi. It was clear my boys were all lusting after me but were perfect gentlemen and because we’ve had a long day, it didn’t take too long before I heard the deep breathing of the men around me. They were all fast asleep.

I took stock of the day and realised just what a lucky man I was. Here I was, surrounded by super sexy hung men who loved me, and not just for the sex, but they sincerely loved me. We were in the world city that is London, we’ve seen so much in 4 days and Boss Models were spoiling us big time. I didn’t mind the cold and the discomfort to pose in sub-zero conditions. The benefits we got outnumbered the discomfort ten-fold.

As I drifted off to the Land of Dreams, I wondered what the guys were going to say about the presents we got for them …

I slept like a log.

= To be continued =

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