Ouch!

Narrated by Terry

Joe was really something else. 

He survived that gang bang with me and the boys that I set up for him and since then had plenty of further practice. They had all been back to my place, in ones and twos, to have another go with him, with me. Personally, I don’t know how Joe managed. I mean, he's only little, you'd have thought he'd have been split in two with all that cock, ‘specially after being double penetrated several times. But no, he came through it all (hahaha!) with a smile and was eager for more.

My old Army mate, big black Billy the Willie (who has a massive tool, says he's straight but I’ve always had a bit of a suspicion about that) and Joe, got together a few times in private. That left me free to pursue a couple of former girlfriends who'd let me know that they wouldn’t be adverse to a repeat performance. 

I’d been missing a bit of gash so it made a nice change, and was great for me as they both love being fucked in bondage. Nothing serious; me and Nicole go back a few years. When we split up, we remained friends and occasional fuck buddies and Emma... well, I know her from the gym and she just wanted a bit of consolation after her marriage hit the buffers.

So Joe comes trotting back after Billy split and I had to lay it on the line to him. I like my freedom, happy to be friends with benefits but not looking for a long term relationship, sort of thing, and that he needs to have a bit more confidence and get out there more to make his own contacts. 

The next thing you know, he’s hooking up with my neighbour.

Well, I’ve told all this before, but Alec is what I’d describe as almost Neanderthal. He's as hairy as fuck, big and intimidating, not aggressive or anything but just looked like trouble. So, we were always polite but somehow never clicked as neighbours. When Joe said that Alec was like a sex god I took it with a pinch of salt, to be honest.

Anyway, Joe kept going on about how fantastic Alec was so I thought, ok, let’s find out what the deal is, and I invited him over with Joe.

I saw Alec in action; joined in, even. Yeah, I got what Joe meant. Alec is probably the most masculine male I’ve ever met. It’s not just his appearance and the fact that his tackle puts mine to shame, but he exudes this basic sexual dominance and authority. And kind of like an animal magnetism maybe? You know, like he's in heat? Like, maybe pheromones or musk or whatever? Man, I’m telling you, he was relentless in getting Joe to cum, over and over. I think the kid even passed out at one point from sheer orgasmic pleasure. It was only when Joe was dry spurting that Alec let himself cum, and that went on for a good minute. I’m not joking. Some of that was probably after-shocks, but nevertheless, it was monumental! 

I admit, I understood then why Joe really gets off on being so passive. I've always liked being in control and I have NEVER wanted anything up my arse, but my own arsehole was positively puckering watching Alec fuck. It set off all sorts of thoughts in my head.

I mean, OK, I’m bi, yeah? But I’m a top. Always have been. Asserting my maleness and dominance over someone else in a sexual situation, whether female or male, is what I’m about and what gets me off. Which is why I like getting them restrained in bondage and going to town. 

So how come I'd started fantasizing about Alec?

I’ve even had a dream about Alec looming over me. It was a bit vague but I do remember that he was snarling and thrusting. His eyes were partly closed and I was looking straight at him, so I guess that I was on my back. You don’t see yourself in dreams, do you? But the actual details were hazy, in any case. Woke up with a massive morning stiffy, though, and I felt odd, like...I dunno, like I’d been defeated, like I’d been totally bested or shamed. 

That's not me, is it? I’m one of the boys, I lead the pack. I’m a TOP, for fucks sake! But I was incredibly turned on. I whacked out a fantastic cum load before I hauled my arse out of bed. I made sure it was over a nice pair of tits on some crappy porn site, though.

Well, every time after that, whenever Alec and I got together to work Joe over, or if he was at my place with one of my mates and me, doing Joe like a total bitch, or even if we just saw each other over the fence, I couldn’t help but quiver a bit. I felt like some silly kid with a crush. 

I just couldn’t stop looking at him. And the more I saw of him, the more masculine he appeared. Yeah sure, he’s not pretty, but he’s not ugly either. He’s so big, and the lines on his face make him seem like he’s scowling, even when he’s relaxed, that he looks intimidating. Particularly with those bloody big hands of his. He has big, slightly uneven teeth. His forehead slopes too much and his eyebrows seem too heavy. He’s thinning on top so keeps his head either shaved or just as stubble. 

No, he aint anyone’s idea of a picture perfect catwalk model. But he has wide set, deep brown liquid eyes and a big, square jaw that most of the time is covered in scruff, and under his clothes he's solid, man! Not sculptured or anything, but like he’s a Viking or something. If Vikings were ever that hairy. 

Fuck, he was just so male, he overshadowed every other bloke I knew, despite the fact that he was 53. A true ALPHA male, in every sense. But he has a real gentle side to him. It's kind of unexpected, looking like he does.

I caught him staring at me quite a bit too, like he's either challenging me, which got me bit apprehensive...or appreciating what he saw. Well, I look after myself, after all.

Alec took Joe away for a couple of Saturday nights so I had two weeks to get back to normal. I’ve no idea what Joe told his parents, probably that he was staying with a friend or something. 

Now, I only have weekend evenings available, as every evening in the week I’m working at the gym, and I lock it up at 10pm. By the time I get home it’s usually too late for partying much. Through the week, Joe has college (and doesn’t want to piss his parents of ‘cos they basically keep him) and Alec has work during the day (and he's very conscientious). So when Alec and Joe disappeared off for two consecutive Saturdays in a row, I’m left with quite a stretch and not much to do. Apart from work out.

As neither Nicole nor Emma were available, and none of the boys were allowed time off for good behaviour from their respective better halves at such short notice, I went on the prowl to a couple of clubs. You know, old haunts where I’d always had a bit of luck picking up a girl. 

I dunno what was up with me though. I couldn’t quite get in the mood properly. The fit young bird I invited back “for coffee” the first time ended up leaving after an hour, having had just that. A coffee! It was fucking embarrassing. We'd been making out all right, but I was as limp as a noodle. 

Same thing happened the next weekend I took a girl back. Ok, she was a bit of an old slapper, not my usual standard, but I was desperate. Not aroused though.

I felt like fucking crying.

I even picked up some young guy after I’d closed the gym one evening during the week. He was smaller than me and willowy, early 20's possibly. Nice looking, definitely up for it, a bit camp and said he wanted to be worked over. 

I just couldn’t get into it, despite him noshing on my prick for 20 minutes. He oohed and aahed and told me what a hunk I was but... nothing, not so much as a twitch. In the end, he made some excuse about feeling unwell and left. I was relieved, to be honest.

I wondered if I had a temperature, maybe caught a bug or something. I couldn’t even get in the mood to have a wank, which was very unlike me. 

Luckily enough though, by the time the following weekend came around, Alec had dropped a note through my door inviting himself and Joe over for a visit on the Saturday evening. I was raring to go again. It was going to be a good night, I was sure, ‘cos I hadn’t cum for well over a week and was well loaded. 

Yeah, it was a night I can't forget, all right.

I remember, once all the usual bollocks like small talk was out of the way, and we'd got the preliminaries sorted out, Alec and I took turns in Joe's arse and throat. Joe was on his back with his knees around his ears at the time, although we had him in loads of other positions too. I was kneeling up with my knees wide and partly under Joe's raised up bum. My hands were holding Joe's arms wide apart. Alec was crouching over the kid's head, facing me and staring straight into my eyes as he’s making the boy choke on his huge knob, while holding Joe's legs up and back for me.

The next thing you know, he's leaning over and shoves his tongue down my throat, his spit mixing with mine, while he explored the roof of my mouth, then my teeth, and swirled his tongue around mine. I have a vague idea that I was sucking on his tongue and groaning, but it was likely because I’d stopped shafting Joe's passage and wanted to start again. He was proper snogging me though. I’ve no idea if he was still staring at me; my eyes were closed. Well, you do, don’t you?

After spending a few minutes completely putting me off my stride, Alec stopped mauling my mouth, pulled out of the kid's vacuuming mouth and crawled around behind me, leaving Joe's legs to wave around before the boy thoughtfully hooked them over my shoulders. I felt Alec run his hands over my back and down my thighs. Very light he was, just gently stroking and squeezing. It was nice, a bit of comradely encouragement. 

By this time, I’d picked up the pace again and was going at it like a machine, my hips gliding back and forth like they were oiled and my cock was feeling really good in Joe's talented backside. 

Alec was lightly palming my arse at some point around this time, I’m fairly sure, like he's helping to push, yeah? Then, I distinctly remember that he ran a finger down through my arse trench and lightly rubbed and tickled my pucker. It gave me goose bumps and made me back up a bit onto his hand, so I was probably trying to get him to stop. Must've been trying to get him to stop. I was getting really close to the finish line, definitely. 

It was all a bit of a blur, really. All “heat of the moment" stuff, you know? 

But the moment I shot like a bastard up Joe's silken little bum was when Alec lowered himself down, pulled my lightly fuzzy, rock solid glutes apart...and licked right over my clenching ring. 

I lost my load big time, firing a salvo of spunk right through Joe's sphincter, shuddering and howling like a total fucking twat the whole time, as Joe was grinning up at me. My nuts must have nearly shrivelled, I came so hard. 

And it was then I realised that while I was busy emptying my balls, Alec had wedged his long, wet and supple tongue right through my spasming anus. Ugh, that was a first! It was poking through and he had his mouth pressed hard against my hole, just drilling his tongue in and out. I could feel his chin stubble on my taint and the scruff on his cheeks scouring the tender inner area of my...well, cheeks. Fucking hell, never felt anything like it.

Once I’d stopped quivering and my balls had stopped pulsing, he eased his slobbering tongue back out of my previously unsullied bum hole, leaving it clamping down on air, and feeling a bit moist and fluttery.

Odd, I thought. Wasn't expecting that.

After I’d fallen by the wayside, so to speak, and had practically collapsed, Alec climbed aboard Joe's prone, tight, gorgeous little body, eased his incredibly wide and pointed knob in through Joe's anxious, waiting anus, and spent the next hour showing me how Joe could shoot time and again. Again.

I was soon as hard as a brick once more, just watching Alec thrust and screw, the play of the soft hairs on hard muscle of his big thrusting arse, the way his back and thick, hairy thighs flexed. I studied how his tensed arm muscles bulged as he did push-ups over Joe's spread and receptive little body. And the way he kept Joe in such a heightened state of passion, even after the kid’s tiny, ignored dick had shot. And then shot again. And again. Like Alec had a magic cock that secreted a pleasure hormone or something.

I mean, Alec just kept going, sucking on Joe's swollen nips and rubbing the soft, auburn fur covering his torso, lightly over Joe's hairless little body. And he kept looking up at me.

When I crouched behind him for a close-up view I could see Alec's massive, heavy knackers swinging wildly away and banging against Joe's arse cheeks like they were beating a drum. I could hear them go “smack, smack, smack” as they collided against Joe's flesh, little beads of sweat leaving tiny, raised flecks of moisture on Joe's arse cheeks and lower back. 

But I wanted the proper close-up, the camera's eye detail of the action point, so to speak...so got on my back and with my left cheek on the bed and wriggled up between Alec's spread, hairy thighs for a better view. His huge, pendulous bollocks were dragging across the side of my face on each swing. 

And there it was. His bloody great thick, heavily veined, greasy weapon impaling the soft young prey. It was spearing rapidly in and out of the kid's straining, stretched hole. 

I was inches away from Joe's glistening ring. It was engorged, stuffed to the max. Each time Alec pulled his wrist-thick cock back, Joe's distended anal hoop was being dragged back with it a bit, leaving Alec's cock gleaming red and shiny, smeared with a thin white coating - a mixture of lube and my cum. The effect made all those thick veins running the length of his shaft really stand out. Almost as if it was being polished by the rapid friction.

Oh shit yeah, the kid's sphincter muscle was really clamping around Alec's dominant, possessing cock all right. Like it didn’t want to let go. 

Fuck.

I wanted to lick that smooth, glistening, monstrous cock. Might have, even, if it had stopped disappearing inside the boy's arse for long enough.

Actually, his cock and balls were the only things that Alec trimmed. He’d told me some time before that he hated Betty Swallocks (took me a while to figure out what he meant) and that keeping them shaved and trimmed a bit let them breathe. Probably so that Joe didn’t suffocate quite so much, too, or end up with carpet burns or anal chafing from excessive hair, if the heavy pounding that Alec was giving him was anything to go by. His crown jewels looked fucking good, though. Made them really stand out, as the rest of his groin was a jungle. 

Anyway, back to the tale....

I crawled back out from my vantage point, to watch Alec really ramping up the revs per minute, building up to filling Joe with what was sure to be a typical Alec gusher.

But what I most remember is Alec's eyes. Usually, he was chewing on the kid’s nips or had Joe's head wedged in his hands so’s he could give the boy a full-on lip-lock. This time though, he's reaming Joe a new arsehole and staring straight at me with fire in his eyes, like he was saying “look what I can do" or “I’m so much better than you at giving my boy pleasure". Or “wish you were doing the same?”. 

Or maybe make that “wish you were getting the same?". 

Alec finally growled, long and loud. I could see his muscular arse cheeks tensing and relaxing as he slowed down, burying his fat and rigid python deep in Joe's receptive arse fiercely, with each forceful thrust. He was still staring at me through half closed eyes. As I said, he shoots for ages. It’s inhuman. 

After what seemed to be a gallon of spunk that Alec deposited way past the kid's second sphincter, he eased off and lay slightly to one side, panting, his cock still marinating in the flood of batter within Joe's depths. I felt sure that when the boy moved later, he was going to be sloshing.

Joe’s mouth was still wide open, gasping for air. Naturally, I took advantage of the kid's head back position to sink my renewed aching hardon through his gaping gob to the root, down into his throat. 

Now normally, Joe can get me off brilliantly with his talented mouth. Alec was kind of lying on his side but supporting himself one arm so he didn’t squash Joe, and was watching me going for round two. 

This time though, I found myself going soft again. Joe was using all of his tricks; tongue action, throat muscles, suction, the works. And I was totally losing my erection.

I mean, what the fuck? It's not like the kid isn’t an expert at oral. I was going to go for an epic second cumming, then completely lost the drive. 

So, while I was rubbery, before I got properly limp, I faked it.

Yeah, you heard right. I faked it. Me! I went “oooh, ahhh, mmmm, swallow that load, yeah", screwed my eyes shut, screwed my face up like I was in ecstacy, and tried to look like I'd shot another volley straight down the boy's throat. 

I don’t know why I did it. Saving face and trying to protect my image as a virile top, probably. 

Joe pretended to swallow my phantom load dutifully, though, but I know he was covering up for me and was just playing along to save me the embarrassment. 

I mean, he knew, didn’t he? I usually cum a fair bit. There was nothing there to swallow, was there? 

Never happened to me before. Once I’m hard, I stay hard till I cum.

I just couldn’t figure it out.

Continued in Part 3