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   PORN STARS

   By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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   Part 6

   At school that week Alex ignored me as much as he could.  We no longer
seemed to be "best mates".  He spoke to me when he had to, if we were doing
a project or something, but there was none of the usual intimacy we'd
enjoyed, no jokes, no sniggering as we considered the girls parading
around...  Had I lost my best friend?

   I tried to ask Alex if he was ashamed of what we'd done, but he just
wouldn't even talk about it at all - just shook his head, and walked off.
Actually, I don't see there's anything to be ashamed of - we'd been tricked
into it, after all.  And, actually, I'd quite enjoyed it - it was kind of
thrilling to be with those two big blokes, and I was very aware that I'd
had more sensation from my cock then than I'd ever had before!

   As it so happens we were together on Thursday, when my mobile went off.
It was after games, and we were still in the changing rooms, having
showered, and were about to leave.  I'd tried to look at Alex in the
showers (not so that the other lads would notice, of course) to see if
there was anything permanently damaged about his body - there were a few
fading bruise marks where Joe had gripped him hard, on his biceps and
chest, but that was about all you could see- Alex told one of our other
mates that it's where some girl had been gripping him too hard as he
shagged her.  There were no marks of the spanking on his ass - I supposed
that if there had been, he'd not have played that day.  And of course I
couldn't tell whether he was still bleeding inside, or even still very
sore....  No way you got to see a bloke's arse at our school!

   Anyway, my mobile went off, and I answered it.  It's unusual, really -
everyone always texts me as we mostly can't afford calls.
"Ray: this is Steve.  How are you doing, mate?"
For a moment I was thrown - who was Steve?  Then of course I remembered.
It was just as well that I'd got my jeans on, as I felt my cock give a

little stir in my boxers.

   "Fine - what do you want?"

   "Joe and I want you and Alex around here on Saturday.  We've got the
DVD, and we think you'll want to see it.  And, of course, we want to
play...."

   "No....  I don't think Alex wants anything more to do with it...."

   Alex looked up as he heard me mention his name.

   "Well, I was being polite.  When I said we wanted you around here, that
wasn't an invitation, that was an order!"

   "Look, I told you, Alex isn't playing again..."

   Alex really noticed now.  Even though he hadn't been speaking to me he
looked up and said "Who's that - and why are you talking about me?"

   "Alex - it's those two blokes - Joe and Steve.  They want us to go
around on Saturday..."

   Alex snatched the phone from me, and was almost shouting in to it.  I
was worried that some of our other mates would hear and wonder what was
going on.

   "Look her, you pervert, there's no way I'm getting together...."

   I could hear a lot of words pouring out of the phone then, and Alex went
quiet.  It went on and on, and then he just handed the phone back to me.

   "Ray - Alex is convinced!  Be here at two o'clock.  I'll text you the
address."

   "But we always watch the big match on Saturday afternoon..."

   "Don't you start, too.  I've had enough convincing your mate Alex! 
Actually, Joe likes watching the footballs, too, and gets lonely as I hate
it.  So all three of you can sit there together and watch it if you
like.... I bet you've never watched a match in the nude, have you?"

   He laughed softly, and went on "Anyway...  No more argument... 
Saturday, two o'clock."

   The phone went dead, and a moment or so later beeped to tell me a text
had arrived.  I looked at it and saw an address over in the East End, in
Docklands."

   "Hey, Alex - so you're coming to.  Does that mean we're mates again?"

   "No, it fucking well does not.  Do you know what he said?  He said that
if I didn't come with you on Saturday he and Joe would come and stand
outside the school gates and hand out copies of the DVD to our mates.... 
They'd all be able to see us shagging and being shagged by those blokes. 
So I had no choice, did I?  Can you imagine what all the guys here would
say if they saw a cock going up my arse?  I don't want to get known as the
school faggot, even if you do..."

   "What do you mean, 'even if I do'?"

   "I think you enjoyed it, Ray!  I think you liked having that cock up
inside you.  And you didn't try to stop them when they told you to fuck
me....  I think you're a fag, secretly..."

   "No I'm not!  But I don't want that DVD sprayed around the school,
either."

   "Oh, fuck me...  I hadn't thought of that!." Alex was looking worried.

   "What?"

   "Well, this thing is going on sale...  Suppose one or our mates, or my
mom and dad, or someone, buys it?"

   "Oh come on, Alex!  How many of our mates buy gay DVDs?  If they did,
we'd have been sure to see one by now.  When anyone shows us a porn video,
it's always big-titted women, isn't it?  If anyone had a gay one, they'd
have been sure to at least show a bit of it, to make us all laugh!  And I
doubt that your mom or dad buy any porn stuff at all, let alone gay porn.
So stop worrying - unless they do as they say and actually give them to our
mates, I don't think there's any risk at all of being found out.  So we'd
better just go along on Saturday - after all, what can they do that we
haven't done already?"

   "That's just what's worrying me!".  For a moment there I got a glimpse
of the old Alex.  He half smiled at me.  But then he went cold again, face
hard, and he turned and walked out of the changing rooms.

   I had to talk to him again before Saturday, of course, especially when
another text arrived on Friday night - short, and to the point "14:00. 
Boys who are late are spanked."

   I've never really been into Docklands before, and was amazed as the DLR
ran through the centre of all the office towers.  It was pretty much
deserted, being Saturday, but even so there were a fair few people around
and I wondered if they were all on their way to such bizarre meetings as
Alex and I were.  Alex was very quiet - he'd hardly said a word on the
tube, and I remembered how it had been the previous week when he'd never
stopped talking!

   We found the place - a big new block of flats, on the river.  Strange -
somehow I'd imagined Steve and Joe living in some seedy, dingy place down
in South London.  We went up, and there was a wide corridor with a number
of apartment doors opening off then.

   I rang the bell of theirs, and it was thrown wide open.  Joe was
standing there, wearing just the white singlet we'd seen him in last week -
his bronzed skin and tattooed shoulders and arms and shoulders were very
contrasted by the thin white cotton.  But it wasn't that, or the nose ring,
that really caught my eye - it was the fact that other than the singlet, he
was naked - the top of the white material stopped half way down his flat
belly, and his pubic hair and cock were plainly visible below it - in fact,
the tiny garment almost emphasised his tackle: if he'd been totally naked
they would have been much less prominent.

   "Come on in, guys", he said, with a big welcoming smile, and turned and
walked along the corridor.  The short white singlet emphasised his
magnificent muscled arse, too, as it just bunched slightly at the base of
Joe's spine, at the top of his crack.

   He padded along the corridor, and I could hear the slap of his naked
feet against the wooden floor.

   "Close the door behind you", he called, "We don't want any unexpected
visitors!  Steve isn't back yet, but shouldn't be long".

   I wondered if he always opened the door like that, and if the postman,
or those annoying people trying to peddle you God or something ever got the
surprise of their lives to see him standing there like that.

   We went through into a stunning room - big, double height, with floor to
ceiling windows opening onto a balcony overlooking the Thames.  You could
see the towers of the city in the distance, and the ones at Canary Wharf
much closer.  It was furnished starkly, but obviously expensively - two
very sleek modern black leather sofas, a big plasma screen TV, chrome and
glass coffee table and shelf unit - it must all have cost a lot of money!

   "As I said", Joe went on, "Steve's not back yet.  He must be running
late with his client.  So let's make ourselves comfortable whilst we wait,
shall we?  OK, lads, get out of those clothes!"

   Alex came in straight away.  "Look, I'm not stripping again.  I'm only
here because Steve threatened..."

   Joe just moved towards Alex with that lightness and grace that he had,
so unexpected in a man of his size, and the next minute Alex was lying on
the floor - there had been a loud 'slap' sound as the palm of Joe's hand
had cuffed Alex on the head.

   Joe moved again, and stood looking down at Alex.  "Look, I had trouble
with you last week.  You're the bolshie one, aren't you, never doing as
you're told.  I had to strip the clothes off you myself last week, so you
know I can....  Now, I'm not going to have any more of this...  You ought
to be used to it by now, so get naked!"

   "Actually", he went on, "I don't care much whether you do or not - I
quit like tearing the clothes off men, and I seem to remember that that
cock of yours felt good held between my thighs when I gave you a good
spanking...."

   Alex scrambled to his feet, and stood there looking sullen.  I could see
the right side of his face was all red where Joe had struck him.  Mind you,
the rest of his face was going red now, too - I don't know whether it was
embarrassment, or anger, or frustration at realising he had to do as he was
told - Alex likes to be in charge, usually!

   I just shrugged, and pulled off my T, undid my jeans, kicked my trainers
off, dropped my jeans and then my boxers, and stood there in my socks.

   "Just as well Steve isn't here yet", Joe went on conversationally.  "I
remember him telling you last week that you don't wear anything under
jeans. He'd be disappointed that you weren't learning anything yet."

   Alex was now also standing there in his socks, and Joe gestured at both
of us.

   "Yes, I know that sometimes it's sexy jut to wear socks, but we like our
guests to be totally naked, so get them off.  The floor's not cold - we've
got under-floor heating here."

   Alex and I hopped around and peeled our socks off, and then just stood
there, not knowing what to do.  Joe broke the ice - he moved to stand
between us, then took my cock in his left hand and Alex's in his right.  He
fondled both of us, whilst turning his head from side to side so that he
could observe how we reacted.

   As his thumb rolled my cock around in the warmth of his palm, I couldn't
help getting an erection.  He pushed my foreskin back, still using only one
hand, and raked his thumb nail across my piss slit.  I jerked back,
reflexively, as the sort of tickling sensation hit me, and saw Alex do the
same - evidently Joe was ambidextrous, and was doing the same to both of
us.

   "Good, you're both glad to see me", he said jokingly, and stood back. 
Alex and I were both erect, with our foreskins back and our cock heads
exposed, and I saw at once that Joe had a huge erection, too.  It felt very
strange to be standing in the middle of this huge, airy room, totally nude,
with my erect cock waving around along with two other blokes.

   "You want a beer, lads?" Joe asked.  Alex nodded at once - we always had
problems buying alcohol, even though we looked very mature, as all the pubs
and shops around by us had really tightened up.  I didn't mind, actually -
sure, I like beer, but I'm never desperate for it.  But most of my mates,
Alex included, thought you weren't a proper bloke unless you had a few
drinks, and so I just went along with it.

   Joe padded off, and Alex and I just stood and watched is big frame move
across the room, his muscular arse thrusting his powerful legs forward. 
Somehow having the singlet on made him seem even more naked than if he had
been like us, totally stripped.

   He disappeared through an opening, and I walked across to see what was
happening - in fact it was a wall that went about two thirds of the way
across the room with a big opening at each end.  The wall was only about
seven feet tall, and did not reach up to the double height ceiling, and
behind it was a very expensive looking very modern kitchen - all stainless
steel, and marble work tops.

   Joe got three cans of lager out of a built-in fridge, expertly flipped
them open, handed one to me, and went back to Alex with the other.

   "Let's make ourselves comfortable, shall we?" He asked, He pulled the
singlet up and over his head so that he was completely naked like us, and
went and sat on one of the leather sofas, spreading his legs wide, and
resting his arms along the back.

   "Come on, you lads...  One on either side."

   I went and sat next to Joe, feeling the coldness of the leather against
the back of my thighs, on my bum, and up my back.  I sat a decent distance
from him, but Joe at once wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close to
him, so that my body was pressed all along his.

   "Come on, Alex...  I'm waiting, and getting impatient..." He said, and I
saw Alex give a little shrug of resignation, and come and sit down on the
other side of Joe.

   Joe had to untangle his arm from me so he could take a swallow of his
beer, but he kept his other arm firmly around Alex, and had pulled him
close to him, as he had me.

   Joe put his arm back around me, leaned his head towards me, and kissed
me.  I was used to a man inside me now, and opened my mouth in response to
the pushing of his tongue.  I tasted the beer in his mouth, and we carried
on enjoying the sensation of our tongues together for some moments.

   "You can play with my nipples, and my cock, you know", he said, then
turned to Alex and began to kiss him.  Alex was, I could see, resisting a
bit, unlike me, but Joe persisted.  As he and Alex snogged, I very
hesitantly reached down and put my hand on Joe's cock - he was, of course,
erect.  I know he'd said I could do it, but this was the first time I'd
ever really taken the initiative and held a man's cock - as my fingers
curled around it, I felt the delicious warmth, and I ran my hand lightly up
and down it.  Joe was circumcised, and as I continued to play with his
cock, I remembered what he'd done to me that had given me such a charge: so
I gently raked my thumb over his piss slit, then played with his fretum,
tickling it with my little finger.

   Joe responded by shifting his arse around on the sofa, and making little
groaning noises as he continued to snog Alex.  Bolder now, I reached out
and started to pull gently on the ring through his left tit, as I continued
to tease his cock, Joe moaned louder, and then louder still.  Getting
bolder, I wondered just how hard I could pull on his tit ring - so I
started to tug at it gently, pulling it further and further from his body
so that the nipple and some skin was standing right away from his muscular
pec.  Joe was obviously enjoying it, but I went too far - I stated to twist
the ring.

   Joe stopped kissing Alex suddenly, and snapped at me "Hey, that hurts,
you know!"

   We carried on drinking and Joe carried on kissing each of us in turn. 
Although I carried on playing with Joe's cock, and even bent down and
sucked at his nipples when he was engaged with Alex, I noticed that Alex
never did the same thing when Joe was kissing me - he just sat there,
immobile.  Actually, I didn't enjoy sucking Joe's tits all that much - the
steel rings through them clanked unpleasantly against my teeth.

   All the kissing, nipple play and touching of Joe's cock had evidently
made him very aroused.  I could feel my fingers sliding quite easily over
his cock now, as pre cum had leaked out of him.

   "Enough of this!", Joe suddenly said.  He unwrapped his arms from around
us, and sat forwards.  He reached down and fondled his erect cock, and
scratched casually at his balls.  "You lads have made me so horny, I need a
fuck!  Now, which one of you wants to volunteer..."

   Alex and I just sat there, rigid with fright, I think.  I suppose Alex
was remembering how he'd been hurt before.  And I was imagining the effect
on me of having that massive cock forced up inside me.

   "What - no one wants to be fucked by one of the best in the business? 
You do disappoint me!  Now, I've had Alex, haven't I.  And Ray has fucked
me.  So, both ways, to even it up, I think it's time I fucked Ray."

   He got smoothly to his feet, and reached out and half hauled, half
helped me to mine.  Gripping my left biceps in his big hand, he started to
march me off towards the bedroom.

   "Are you coming to watch, Alex - you might learn something?"

   Alex just shook his head, and sat there staring out of the window.

   My feet slapped on the wooden floor and my erect cock bobbed up and down
as Joe led me back along the corridor and into one of the rooms that opened
off it.  It was a big bedroom - in spite of a huge bed with a plain white
bedspread against one wall, there was lots of space all around.  One wall
was covered in mirrors - sliding doors to a range of built-in wardrobes. 
It was all stark and clean - no posters, no "stuff", no piles of clothes
anywhere - not like my room at home.  Just the big bed, with a couple of
side tables on either side of the fashionable metal-barred headboard, with
modern lights, and clocks.  Once again, floor to ceiling glass on one wall
gave staggering river views.

   Joe pushed me gently back on to the bed, and then almost leapt on to me,
to cover my body with his.  I remembered seeing Alex enveloped by Joe at
the studio, and now knew what he must have been experiencing - Joe was
everywhere!  I could feel the heat of his skin and the hair on his body
rubbing all over mine.  His head was alternatively nuzzling my neck, then
reaching up to kiss me, and I could feel his steel nose ring slapping into
me.  His hands were constantly on the move - tweaking my nipples (I wanted
to arch my back with the sensation, but could not as his body was on top of
mine), then fondling my cock and caressing my balls, and then probing at my
arse with one big, blunt finger.  And all the time he was giving little
moans and gasps of pleasure - I realised it was OK to be enjoying this, so
I joined in, too, gasping and saying "Oh, yes" as he did something that
gave me a particularly good sensation.

   I don't know how long all this went on - I tried to join in, as I wanted
to feel Joe's cock in my hands again, but couldn't as the general presence
of Joe all over and around me was just too much, and I wasn't able to get
my hands free, or to him.  But I was very excited, and as his body shifted
over mine and his hands continued to fondle me, I wanted to cum.  Pre-cum
was leaking out everywhere, I know.

   Suddenly, Joe stopped.  "Ah, we'd better be careful!  Steve said you
weren't to cum, as he wants you full of spunk.  We'd better stop this, and
move on..."

   He got up off me, opened one of the bedside drawers, and got out a big
bottle with a pump thing on top, rather like a big shampoo bottle.

   "I know Steve likes it totally natural", he said conversationally, "But
we haven't got any cum to spare.  Steve needs you and Alex to have full
balls, and I need my cum to shoot up you.  So we'll have to go with the
artificial stuff"

   He pumped some of the slimy liquid out of the bottle, and I saw it
looked just like cum, only thicker, more viscous, and very white.  He
reached down, and I gave a little shudder as the cold stuff was smeared
over my hole, followed by Joe's finger that started to probe me.

   "Come on, boy, relax...", Joe was almost whispering now.  "Let my
fingers in, so I can lube you properly...  There...  Good boy....."

   He seemed so different from when he was fucking Alex.  I jut lay there
and relaxed, and enjoyed feeling first one, then two, then three of his
fingers sliding in and out of me.

   Then I saw him pump some of the same white stuff on to his erect cock,
and massage it in with a couple of quick strokes.

   He came and knelt between my legs, and whispered "Legs up on my
shoulders now".

   He helped me raise my legs, and then I felt again the wonderful
sensation of a hot cock head as it nudges your hole for entry.

   Joe was fantastic - he took his time, he was slow, he was gentle - soon
I was in waves of ecstasy as his massive cock was moving in and out of me -
I didn't think a big man could be so gentle.  On and on it went, and I
could see him smiling down at me.  My hands had a life of their own,
almost, and I was running them up and down his arms that were holding my
legs up, and I was desperately trying to reach the back of his thighs so I
could feel the motion of his arse muscles as he thrust away.  I even
managed to grab his tit rings, and as I pulled at them, Joe cried out with
a shout of pleasure.  I was so surprised, I let go, and then just threw my
arms out to the side, banging up and down on the bed with my palms in time
to Joe's thrusting.

   "Hold on now Ray", he whispered.  "Now I really need to pump.  Cry out
if you want to - it's OK."

   His stroke changed, and he started to pump at me with immense vigour,
very hard.  I got that slight sickening sensation you get every time his
pubic bone slammed into me - not pain, just exquisite pleasure, tinged with
a kind of gut-wrenching sensation.  You all know how it is.

   Actually it did kind of hurt, or, rather, it might have hurt if I wasn't
totally turned on by it.  I started to shout out, and I heard Joe starting
to gasp, too - "Yes, Yes, Yes...", in time to his thrusts.

   Then his body went rigid, his back arched even more as if he was trying
tot get the last millimetre of his cock inside me, and his face contracted
into a mask of pleasure as his mouth opened and he moaned "Oh, fuck....."

   Joe pulled out of me very gently, and padded through an open door.  I
heard water running, and I guessed he must be cleaning up his cock.  He
came back and threw himself on the bed beside me, casually throwing one of
his big hairy legs over mine.

   "So..  OK, Ray?"

   "Yes, thanks, Joe.  That was amazing!"

   "Good.  I don't often get to fuck anyone without Steve watching, and
he's always trying to tell me what to do, rather than allowing me to get on
with it.  Still, he's like that!  But then you have to put up with the
little ways of your best mate, don't you?"

   Thinking of Alex and me, I replied that I supposed you did.  I went on
"There is one thing, though, Joe....  Look I hope you don't mind me
asking....  It's a bit difficult....."

   "No, go on.  There's noting you can't ask, or can't tell, a bloke who's
just fucked you..."

   "Well..  It's just that...  Well....  Did you actually cum?  Look, I
don't mean that you can't or anything - I know you're a big masculine
bloke...  I don't want to suggest you can't shoot....  It's just that... 
Well, I didn't feel anything inside me."

   Joe raised himself on one elbow, and leaned over me so his face was
looking directly down at me.  His nose ring was dangling down, and he
looked very fierce.  Oh, fuck me, I thought - I've really upset him.

   "What made you think I didn't cum?  Didn't you see what happened to my
body - I can't control it at times like that."

   "Yes, but there was no cum"

   "Don't you believe it, Ray.  When you stand up, it will start to leak
out of you and slip down those thighs of yours.  What you mean is that you
didn't feel it shooting up inside you, as you would have done if I'd shot
it in your mouth, or over your body?"

   "Yes."

   "Well, you don't, in spite of what they write about in the gay stories
on the web.  Other than around your hole, and your prostate, there aren't
too many nerve endings up inside your cunt..  So unless you're getting
sensations from your sphincter or whatever, you never feel anything.  It's
not like your throat, which is lined with nerves.  You never feel cum
shooting up inside you, in spite of what you might have read."

   "Oh, I see"

   "Yes.  It's a pity you haven't read any good sex education books."

   I think Joe would have gone on talking to me all day, but he suddenly
looked at the clock.

   "Steve will be back soon, and I think we ought to get ready for him."

   He got up, went to the door and called to Alex to come in.  I saw Alex
looking at me, lying there, as he entered, and I knew he was thinking about
what I had been through - remembering how Joe had taken him quite harshly.
I suppose he wondered why I had a sort of idiot's grin on my face!

   Joe went into the bathroom, and I heard water running.  He poked his
head out of the door, and called "Come on, you lads - time to freshen up!"

   We went through, and inside saw that he bathroom was like a big "wet
room" - although there was a bath, most of the area was just tiled, and
there was water sluicing down from a shower head.

   "Come on in, the water's lovely", Joe said to us, and I went over to
join him, glad to be able to get the sweat off me and rid myself of the
faint smell of my crap that I could detect.

   "I showered this morning", Alex told him rather sullenly, and went to
walk out.

   "Get your ass in here, Alex!", Joe snapped, and I started to worry again
that Joe might want to slap Alex around a bit.  But fortunately Alex came
back, and we all three of us started to wash, and then soap each other -
the contrast between Joe's big muscles and Alex's lighter ones under my
hands was very noticeable, and I didn't really know which I preferred.  Joe
of course enthusiastically soaped and groped us, but Alex was almost out of
it - he hardly seemed to be enjoying it at all.

   Joe turned off the water, but took a separate shower hose from where it
was hanging on the wall.

   "This is a special feature Steve and I have installed", he told us. 
"Just a shower hose, but with a pressure-limiting valve....  See....".  He
turned it on, and just a constant slow dribble of water came out of the
end.

   "We think it's only polite to be really clean when we're going off to
make a movie....  And I think Steve would appreciate all of us being that
way, too, when he gets back.  So....  You first, Ray, come over here, bend
over, and grip your ankles."

   I realised then that this must be one of those enema things I'd heard
about.  But what could I do - I moved over, bent down as Joe had said, then
felt him probing at my hole with the end of the hose.  It slid in quite
easily, actually - it was warm and shiny, and I was after all already well
stretched.

   It wasn't so much painful, as uncomfortable.  Joe let me stand up, and I
stood there with the pipe sticking out of my arse.  He came and stood
behind me, stepping over the pipe, then wrapped his arms around me and
started to massage my belly - I could almost feel it stretch as the water
went up inside me.

   "Easy, Ray...  Let it go in slow and gently.  Don't fight it....."

   After a few minutes he bent down and pulled the hose out.  I had an
almost unbearable desire to crap.

   "Walk around a bit, whilst I start Alex", Joe told me, and I sort of
tried to move around in the wet area, but it was getting more and more
difficult to hold myself in.

   Alex saw what he was supposed to do, and looked so unhappy.  Joe was
very gentle, but Alex had much more of a problem of getting the pipe into
him that I had.

   "OK, Ray - that's long enough", Joe went on, once Alex was properly
hooked up.  "Now you can let it all out."

   I've never crapped in front of other guys before, but now I was getting
quite desperate and there was nothing else I could do other than move to
the lavatory, sit down, and let go!  It was more powerful, faster, and a
great deal more than I've ever crapped before - even when I've had acute
diarrhoea once or twice!  I hated making the noise, and the smell, with Joe
and Alex in the room - it's one of our big taboos, isn't it, not to crap
with others around?  It's OK to piss with your mates, but not to crap.

   Alex seemed even more embarrassed than me when it was his turn to let
go, but by then I was bending over again as Joe was sending a second lot of
water up into me.

   We were both filled and told to empty three times, until Joe pronounced
himself satisfied that we were sweet and clean and worthy of Steve's cock,
and I expected that we would go back into the living room.  But Joe said it
was his turn - he only had to be filled and emptied twice, as he told us
that he did it regularly and was pretty clean up inside anyway, but it was
me who had to insert the hose up his arse hole!  I'd never really thought
about it before, but as he bent over and pulled his cheeks apart I could
see all the puckered skin around his hole, and I realised what a clever way
the body has of doing things.  Joe grunted with pleasure as I slid the
steel tip of the hose up into him, and he didn't seem to have the same sort
of problems that Alex and I did with the pain in his stomach - although,
perhaps, it was just that he wasn't so worried and embarrassed about it as
we had been.

   When we were all finished, Joe took us back into the living room via the
kitchen area, where he got three big cans of premium lager from the fridge.
He told us to sit on either side of him on the sofa, then we all sat there,
drinking, just as if we were three mates about to sit down for an
afternoon's TV.

   We did get to watch the big match, after all, and after a few minute,
the excitement of the match overcame our embarrassment and we were all
three leaping around and shouting when out team scored.

   End Of Part 6