Finished by Hand (5 page)

I fucked Everett's torrid anus next, bloating the raven-haired lad's innocent rump with my rod, then blasting it. The bed creaked and jumped, my tensed thighs clapping against rippling buttocks, my cock cleaving ass and reaming chute. Hard, heavy panting was the order of the day, grunting and groaning, sounding even above the other noises of sexing in progress, as I ploughed into Thomas and William, delved their pink, molten depths and the limitless fathoms of my depravity. I fucked boy after boy, slamming their bottoms, pistoning their anuses, my frenzy knowing no bounds.

And when I wasn't ramming one young rump with my cock, I was pumping the one next to it with two or three of my fingers. It was a difficult sexual balancing act, which I executed – dare I say? – to perfection; pounding into one steaming hole with my cock while I stoked another with my fingers. I only wished that my head was off down by my hips somewhere, so I could lick and lap a third boyish anus as I fucked two others with digits and dong.

The young men revelled in the wild rutting just as much as I did, their erections shifting against the sheets to the raucous rhythm of my cocking efforts. And it was not too long, by gad, before George squealed and shuddered convulsively, squirting into the bedlinen. I tore my fingers out of Thomas' rectum to steady myself, rolled George over, took a hold of his pipe and pumped sizzling semen out with my hand. As I kept drilling Everett's anus.

To feel, to see, to almost taste the young man's orgasm, to encourage the spasming of his cock and the expression of utter bliss on his face, was enough to make my blood and balls boil, my cock seize up with imminent release in the clasping sleeve of Everett's ass. And then Everett shivered violently and spectacularly beneath me, his glorious glutes gyrating with a force more than that generated by my spanking thighs. He was striping the sheets with his sheer ecstasy. I pulled out of the lad, plunged into Thomas, rolled Everett over, and took a hand in his fountaining glee.

William and Thomas quickly followed semen-spraying suit, my frenzied chute-chuffing sending them into sticky, shrieking rapture. I bellowed myself, forsooth, yanked my cock out of William's gesticulating rear-end and jacked my jerking joy all over the breathless boys one and all, raining down my giddy appreciation of their beauty on their faces and chests and cocks; emptying my balls and soul until I didn't have so much as a knee to soundly stand on. I collapsed into the overheated, overwrought mass of come-streaked young manhood. And the boys and I rolled around in our sticky, hot reverie.

‘I couldn't persuade you to stay the night, could I, old chap?' Bertrand greeted me on my shaky return to the parlour. ‘I've got some orgy photographs I'd love to get your opinion on. Fancy you're up to it?'

I dropped down to my knees at the man's still fully inflated cock, and grabbed on with hand and mouth once again. I'm one of the greatest admirers of Bertrand's body of work, you see, and not about to refuse any request that he makes.

Two in the Bed
by Drew Payne

When I opened my eyes I didn't know where I was. It was only for a minute, but it felt so weird. Guess it was being hung over but I didn't even recognise my own bedroom, my head was so thick. The next minute I knew where I was, but it still felt strange; something was wrong. Then I knew it. I wasn't on my own in bed.

There was someone in bed with me, some guy. He was lying behind me, his chest pressed up to my back, his face in my hair, his legs all wrapped up in mine and his arm around my chest. Now, I still had my Calvins on, and even though his crotch was right up against my arse it felt like he still had his on as well. Guess we hadn't done anything. It felt good lying there with that guy wrapped around me, but who the fuck was he?

Then I woke up some more and remembered. It was Mark.

Mark and I were best mates all through school. We'd gone around everywhere together as kids. After we'd left school, though, we'd lost touch. Mark had left for college and I'd stayed put to start working for a wholesalers. That had been a few years ago, when we were 16.

Last week, Mark had turned up at the garden centre I run with my brother, Jack. He recognised me straight off, even though I've now got a goatee and my hair in a ponytail. It took me a minute to recognise him. His black hair was in this smooth and shiny number three crop, he had a gold earring in his ear, and his chin was covered in black stubble. His body had beefed out too, pecs and a six-pack pushing his T-shirt out; no one could call him a wimp any more. But his eyes were that same bright green. Eyes I could get lost in, still.

The strange thing was it was like we'd last seen each other only the other week, not six years ago. We were soon talking and laughing, like he'd never been away. That's when he said we should go out together for a drink, which is what we did last night.

Guess he was still sleeping from the way he was breathing, sort of slow and deep, so I lay there and enjoyed being in his arms. His breath on the back of my neck, his arm around me, and what felt like his morning hard-on pushing at my arse. I felt comfortable and turned on. I didn't want to move. I just lay there enjoying it.

All the while at school I'd fancied Mark. As I grew up I realised how much he turned me on. I used to love going swimming with him because I got to see him naked in the showers afterwards. It was beautiful to see. Then we left school, and I found men who wanted me as much as I wanted them. I sort of forgot about how much I'd lusted after Mark.

Mark moved in his sleep and began to rub himself against me. His groin moved up and down over my arse, and it felt good. A warm feeling in my groin. My cock, which was half hard from lying there, now hardened up, pushing out the front of my Calvins. Mark's breathing was still slow, so I guessed he must be doing this in his sleep. I didn't know who he was dreaming about, but I wasn't complaining.

Mark and I had gone on a pub crawl around the best ones in town. About halfway through we passed a gay bar, one of my regulars, and Mark said we should go in for a laugh, but I said no. I'm known in there and it would have been awkward. What the fuck would I tell him? Anyhow, we didn't go in there.

We were really pissed when we got the taxi back to my place. We sat in the back of it nearly pissing ourselves laughing at the dumbest of jokes. At my place we were way too pissed to get the sofa bed out for Mark. So Mark or I, I can't remember, said we should share my bed. I don't remember going to bed, I was so out of it.

Mark's hand began to move over my chest, stroking it. His hips were still slowly humping away at my arse. His hand stroked the hair I've got between my pecs, running his fingers through it. My cock was so hard and I was so turned on I wanted to start moaning but I had to stop myself. I didn't want to wake him up and it all to stop. His hand began to play with my nipple. His thumb ran over it, making it stand up hard. I had to bite my lip to stop myself moaning, I was so fucking turned on. Then his hand left my nipple and moved down to my stomach. When he reached my belly button he began to stroke my stomach in slow circles. It was nearly too much for me; my cock was so hard it hurt. All I wanted to do was moan and start wanking till I came. I didn't. I lay there and enjoyed it, especially my hard cock.

Mark's hand seemed to stroke my stomach for ages. It was frustrating and exciting all at the same time. I was loving it, and hoping Mark wouldn't wake up too soon, because then it would stop and we'd be embarrassed and awkward and everything.

Then his hand reached the top of my Calvins. He ran his thumb over the top of them a couple of times, then slid his hand down over the front of them and took hold of my hard cock. It jumped in his hand and I could feel the precome oozing out of it.

‘Shit, you've grown up since I last saw you,' Mark whispered in my ear.

The bastard had been awake all the time, but I wasn't complaining.

‘Fuck! Don't stop!' I moaned.

But the bastard did. Mark's hand stopped; just lay on the front of my Calvin's, covering my hard cock, and he stopped humping my arse.

‘Won't,' Mark whispered in my ear.

‘What?' I said.

Fuck, had he got cold feet? Fuck, I was so turned on. Fuck, had this screwed up everything?

‘I won't do anything until you kiss me. There's got to be a bit of give and take around here,' Mark said.

Fuck, was that all? I'd always wanted to kiss him.

‘Try and stop me,' I said.

I rolled over and we jumped on each other. We didn't start with any kissy-kissy little kisses, all coy and lips closed. We went straight in for a deep snog. It felt like Mark's tongue went right down the back of my throat. His mouth did taste like an armpit crossed with an ashtray but I didn't care; I bet mine tasted the same, but I was finally kissing Mark. He knew what to do with that tongue of his. One minute it was almost down my throat, then it was filling my mouth and then it was pulling mine back into his mouth, and I tried to copy everything he did to me.

We didn't lie still as we snogged. Our hands were all over each other and our bodies were pushed tight together, I don't think you could even have got a bit of paper between us. Our cocks were squashed up together, even more so than our bodies, pushing at the other's through our undies. My cock felt hard and hot and moist and good as it oozed precome into my Calvins. Fuck, it felt good like that.

Then, and I don't know how he did it, but he didn't break our kiss or stop our cocks being pressed up close together, Mark pushed me onto my back and rolled over with me so that he ended up on top of me. As I said, we didn't break our kiss for a second.

We lay there for ages, kissing and groping each other, and I loved it. We kissed and rubbed our cocks together through our undies. My hands were all over Mark's back, running up and down his spine and stroking the muscles running off it. Mark's hands were playing with my hair, which drives me mad, or stroking my neck and shoulders.

Fuck, it was good.

‘This duvet's hot,' Mark said as he broke off our kiss and sat up.

‘Yeah, sorry,' I said.

‘Don't worry.' Mark threw the duvet on the floor.

He then looked down at me, smiled, and touched his finger to the wet patch on my Calvins, which was right over the head of my cock.

‘Why don't we get more comfortable and get our knickers off?' Mark said.

‘Sounds good to me.'

Quickly we pulled off our own undies and threw them on the floor.

Mark's cock, which stood up hard and straight out of his thick, black pubes, was about an ordinary length but thick. It was so thick it looked shorter than its good six inches. His cockhead, all bright red and moist, pushed its way past his short foreskin and a clear drop of precome hung off the end of it, but only for a moment.

His cock was different from mine. My cock is thin but long. One guy measured it at nine inches. Even when I'm rock hard my foreskin still hangs down low over the end of my cock. Also my balls aren't as large and low hanging as Mark's, and my bush of pubes is sandy brown, same colour as my hair.

Sitting there, on my bed, now stark bollock naked, we didn't say anything; we didn't need to, because at the same time we reached for each other's cocks. My hand took hold of Mark's cock and slid up and down it. It was hard and it really filled my hand, but it felt good. Mark's hand closed right around my cock easily and he slid his hand up and down, just like I was doing to him. Without any trouble he slid my foreskin almost all the way back and right up over the head of my cock.

We kissed again, but not as madly as before. We bought our lips together and slipped our tongues into each other's mouths. We sat there, slowly wanking each other off and kissing, our tongues playing around with each other's. Mark's hand had a good hold of my cock and his strokes were slow and steady, making my balls all tight and excited. I wanked him off just the same way as he was doing to me. It felt so fucking good I wanted to do the same for him.

I could have sat like that for ages until I came, but Mark had other ideas.

He broke off our kiss and stopped wanking me. So I did the same. Mark said, ‘Bryan, I've got this thing about arses. Can I see your arse?'

‘OK,' I said.

I got up onto my knees and turned round, giving Mark the full view of my arse as I stayed kneeling with my legs open.

‘Shit! You've got a great arse. A great and hot arse. Don't move, Bryan,' Mark said.

I felt him start to stroke my arse. Running his hands over my arse cheeks, stroking the hairs there. His fingers going around in these tiny circles. Just that was getting to me; it felt like his fingers were connected straight to my pleasure centre. It was fucking marvellous.

‘Oh God!' I moaned.

‘Yeah,' Mark said. ‘Some more?'

‘Yeah, please.'

He ran his finger down the crack of my arse, brushing over my arsehole. Then he did it again, again and again. It was even more exciting than his fingers just stroking my cheeks. His finger running over my arsehole was driving me crazy; my cock was rock hard and dripping precome all over the sheets and I was moaning my head off. This was now really getting to me.

‘Shit, you're turned on,' Mark said.

‘Yeah, fuck, yeah.'

‘Good.'

Then his finger stopped and left my arse alone. I was about to shout at him for turning me on and then stopping, being a prick-tease, but he had other things in mind. Slowly he pushed me forward, his hand on my back, until I was down on all fours, then he parted my arse cheeks, then I felt his tongue licking at my arsehole. He licked around it in small circles, driving me even crazier. Then his tongue pushed inside my arsehole, just the tip of his tongue but it was inside me and it went in easily. Fuck it was amazing. No one had ever done that to me before and I loved it.

Mark did it for ages, fucking me with the tip of his tongue, and I loved it. My cock was still rock hard and making a mess of precome but I hadn't touched it. I was so fucking turned on. Then suddenly he stopped.

‘Got any condoms and lube?' Mark asked. ‘Because I want to fuck you so much.'

‘They're in the bedside table, top drawer. Mark?'

‘What?'

‘Go easy, I don't do this all the time.'

‘OK.'

I stayed on all fours, waiting while Mark got the condoms and lube.

First he pushed a finger, well covered in lube, up my arse and held it there. Now I ain't no tight-arsed virgin but I ain't no Channel Tunnel either. I've been fucked before and enjoyed it, but not often. Mark's finger up there did feel good. After holding his finger inside me for ages he began to fuck me with it, slowly at first. As he fucked me he slipped that finger further up me. I loved the hot, rubbing feeling his finger was giving me. I let my head fall forward, my hair getting in my eyes but I didn't care, and I moaned loudly. I was so turned on.

Mark pushed his finger right up, and hit something electric inside me. The shock of it nearly kicked me off the bed. I yelled with excitement, tossing my head around. It felt like my balls and cock were on fire, and I loved it. He did it again and I yelled out again.

‘Your prostate is hard as a golf ball,' he said.

‘That's my prostate?'

‘Yeah, your G-spot. Good, isn't it?'

‘Fuck, yeah.'

So he stroked it again and I gave another yell. My cock was so fucking hard.

‘You ready for me to fuck you?' he said.

‘Yeah, please. Yeah.'

‘Good.'

Mark slipped his finger out and pushed his condom-covered cock into me, but slowly because, as I said, I'm no Channel Tunnel. He had to push a bit hard to get his cock past my arsehole. I thought he wasn't going to make it at one point, but he gave my arse one quick slap and slipped right inside me.

He held it there, his cockhead just inside my arsehole, for ages. His cock made my arsehole feel really tight, almost hurting but good. The tight feeling made my whole body heat up and my cock was really painfully hard. I needed to, I had to come. It was all I could think about: fuck, fuck, come.

I couldn't take it any more and shouted at him, ‘Please Mark, fuck me! You've got to. I need it. I need it.'

‘OK. Anything for you.'

He then pushed his cock right up me in one go, hitting my prostate on his way up, and held it there, his pubes tickling my arsehole. My cock twitched up and smacked me in the belly. Then he pulled his cock out of me until his cockhead was the only bit of him left in my arse. That was a fucking turn-on as well. Then he slammed his cock back up me again, smacking into my arse cheeks, and just as quickly he pulled out of me, before smacking into me and pulling out again. Smacking into me and pulling out again, smacking into me and pulling out again, and again, and again, and again. It was fucking marvellous.

He quickly picked up speed and was soon going at me like a train, like a fucking machine. My arse was hot, was burning, and I loved it. My arse was hot and full, my balls felt like they were so full they might burst, my cock was so hard that it fucking hurt. All I did was stay there on all fours, taking Mark's cock as it pounded away at my arse, moaning my head off. I didn't even touch my cock. I was way too turned on to touch it or try to wank it or anything. But I loved what Mark was doing to me. No fuck before had ever sent me off the edge like this. None of the guys who fucked me before had ever done this to me. It was fucking marvellous