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Progressive Learning - 8
by Willing (volatw@aol.com)
***
Bud and I showered together without much incident. We
did pay a lot of attention to each others cocks, balls
and asses. He started it, as usual, and I followed his
lead. Both our cocks were leaking pre-cum by the time
we finished. I wanted to cum, but he wouldn't let
either me or himself do so. (M+/m, orgy)
***
We dressed and went to dinner. At dinner the ones I
came to recognize as #s 9-12 gathered around us. Two of
them sat on either side of me, the other two on either
side of Bud. Soon during dinner of steak, potatoes and
green beans, I felt hands, one from either side on my
legs, one on my left thigh, the other on my right
thigh. Then they were fondling my balls and feeling my
cock. I sprung a boner and started leaking pre-cum
again, staining my shorts since I was wearing no
underwear.
One of the pre-cum-slimed hands slid under my t-shirt
up to my nipple. The man's fingers pinched and rolled
my hardening nub, one, the other, while the other hand
still below the table stroked my cock smearing my slick
juices over my cock, down onto my balls and into my
perineum. I spread my legs to give the slimy hand
better access and felt a finger slide up and down the
crack of my ass, and press onto my crinkled star.
I had lost interest in eating food by this time
although I was only half finished with my meal. I
reached down on either side of me to feel fat baskets
of cock and balls. As I fondled the men's crotches I
noticed dampness on their shorts also, since they, like
me, were not wearing underwear. Nice sized cocks
erected on either side of me.
I fished my hands up the legs of their shorts to find
fat cock-heads oozing pre-cum. I massaged their juices
over their mushroom crowns, peeling back the foreskin
of the one on my left. The more I played with their
meat, the more they leaked pre-cum.
As I grasped their knobs and fistfuls of shaft on
either side of me. They started cutting my steak and
feeding it to me with the baked potato, fully loaded of
course, and the tasty green beans. They were feeding me
alternately, a hand from each side with the food from
their fingers. I could taste not only the good food,
but my own pre-cum.
Suddenly Bud moaned and slouched down in his seat on
the picnic table bench opposite me. I felt hot jets of
his cum shooting onto my legs. The men on either side
of him had jerked him off onto me. One of the hands
feeding me reached down and swabbed up some of Bud's
cum. Fingers picked up a piece of my steak, covered
with Bud's special sauce and brought it to my mouth. I
took the piece of meat into my mouth, licked the
fingers clean of all Bud's sauce and chewed the meat
morsel.
The man who had fed me that piece of meat put his lips
against my ear and said, "You're a real cum-slut,
aren't you?"
"Umh huh," I answered still chewing on the medium-rare
meat and tasting Bud's cum.
"You just wait then you little whore," the man said,
"until I get my meat in your mouth and give you a full
load of my creamy, hot cum."
Finished then with chewing the meat and swallowing it
with Bud's cum, I said, "I can hardly wait."
"You must wait though, Roy," Bud chimed in, "because we
need to clean you out again before we go play with
these guys."
I just nodded. I knew exactly what Bud meant.
The man sitting on Bud's right side, added, "Yes, you
must be well cleaned when you take my meat. It's going
in you deeper than any you've ever had before."
This guy was a star football player with the local
college team. He stood 6'4" was broad-chested, slim at
the waist but with firm muscular buttocks, thick
thighs, and feet at least taking a size 15 shoe I
estimated now as he pressed a barefoot against my
slimy, hard cock.
"Well let's finish this damn dinner and get on to the
main course," the man on Bud's left said insistently.
"I am horny as hell. We'll go fishing in my boat after
you and Bud get you prepped," he added.
None of the other men at any of the tables near ours
paid any attention to us. They were all busy with their
own games, either in pairs or groups.
"Take your time guys," the man on my left said. "We'll
meet at Stu's boat after dark, about 9 o'clock, ok?"
"Sure, ok," Bud agreed.
We - Bud, Stu, Cleon - the football player, Henry,
George and I - nodded our agreement.
Turning our talk to night fishing, we finished our
meals. While Stu, Cleon, Henry and George had another
beer or mixed drink - Jack Daniels and coke - Bud
excused the two of us. We returned to our tent. Both
Bud and I stripped off our cum-stained shorts. Wearing
only our t-shirts we lay together on the floor of our
tent on our sleeping bags. Cuddled in each others arms
we played with each others packages. He even kissed me
on the mouth and murmured to me about what a grand
finale I was going to have tonight.
I fell asleep for a nice nap. All too soon, Bud was
shaking me awake.
"Get up, Roy," Bud said. "We need to get you read for
the 'fishing trip' and go see what you are going to
catch tonight. A big one at least, I think," he added
with a lascivious grin.
Bud and I went to the shower again, still naked from
the waist down. He gave me three soapy enemas, cleaning
me well. After I flowed clear liquid, Bud lubed my ass
well and deeply pushing the lubricant into my ass canal
with a syringe that I did not know he had until then.
We stopped back by our tent to put on our swimming
trunks, forcing our stiff erections into the white
webbing of the boxer trunks. Then we went to Stu's boat
by the river.
Stu, Cleon, Henry and George were already there waiting
for us. All were sporting their own hard-ons, tenting
out their swimming trunks. Bud and I got on the boat,
and Stu took us out into and then up the river,
expertly in the darkness.
The boat was spacious and well-equipped. We set out
trolling lines and let the boat drift in the current.
As soon as we had our lines set Henry and George
invited me to the forward cabin. They peeled off my
trunks and t-shirt and guided me onto the v-berth bunk
after removing their trunks and t-shirts. They
presented their hard cocks to my face.
I knew how they wanted to start. So I played with their
cocks and balls, swabbing their dicks against my cheeks
before taking Henry's into my mouth, then George's. I
went back and forth on them sucking their cocks,
stroking them, fondling their balls and fingering their
asses as they took turns fucking my mouth.
After several minutes of this hot action, I was
tasting, feeling and smelling their pre-cum in my
mouth, and my erect cock was leaking pre-cum onto my
legs, the excess dripping onto the bunk.
They guided me to a kneeling position. Henry got behind
me and nudged his cock-head at my tingling, lubed
asshole. He eased his cock all the way into me while I
sucked George. Slowly at first, then faster and faster
Henry fucked my man-pussy, reaching around to stroke my
slimy, dripping, hard cock and rocking me onto George's
hard rod in my mouth.
I started cumming at the ministrations of Henry's fist
sliding up and down my cock. My cunt flexed open and
closed on his shaft pummeling my ass, and he shot his
load into me. He drove his cock hard, deep up into my
bowels as he emptied his big balls, and George filled
my mouth with a strong bolt of hot, creamy cum,
another, another, another. He kept cumming as I gulped
down his tasty, stringy shots, then wads of jism
rolling onto my coated tongue.
I sucked George's cock dry and cleaned it with my lips
and tongue. He pulled away and fell back onto the bunk.
Henry eased his cock out of my man-cunt. I turned
around to clean his musky, cum-coated tool and to lick
the slime off of his hairy sack. Henry moaned and
squirted a final shot into my mouth. I swallowed,
pulled off his cock and wiped my mouth with my hand.
So far nothing special, but all the while I had been
hearing Cleon and Bud on the deck catching fish,
rebaiting and tossing out the trolling lines. Henry and
George took turns showering in the tiny stall on the
lower deck. As I lay relaxing on the bunk coated with a
sheen of sweat, tasting the leavings of George's man-
juice in my mouth and feeling Henry's cum leak slowly
from my gaped asshole with my eyes closed, trembling
just a bit from the royal fucking the two of them had
given me, I heard Henry and George on the upper deck
with Bud and Cleon.
They were high-fiving from the sounds of the slapping
palms and telling Bud what a great friend he was for
bringing such a cum-slut whore for their pleasure. I
heard Henry tell Cleon that he was not going to believe
what a hot, tight cunt I had for him. George chimed in
that my mouth was well worth the fucking as well. Then
Henry and George took over the fishing.
I dozed off for a moment. Half asleep I felt someone
mount the bunk. A mouth kissed mine, nuzzled down my
neck, went to one nipple, the other, kissed, licked
further down. A tongue swabbed into my navel. My cock
grew hard arching up toward the face on my belly. The
tongue licked my balls, lips kissed them, mouth closing
over one, the other then both as a hand massaged then
stroked my cock. My legs were spread and lifted. The
lips kissed my butt-cheeks. The tongue wet my cheeks
then went into my cleft. I jerked as the tongue touched
my slightly closed but still somewhat splayed asshole.
Hands spreading my legs almost painfully wider apart
and lifting them higher, the tongue slurped Henry's
pungent cum from my man-cunt.
"Ummmnh, uh, oh, yes," I moaned, sure it was Bud
preparing me for Cleon.
I was certain it was Bud when I felt the syringe slide
into my hole and filled my canal with lube. Then I felt
the body mount me, a cock-head press against my
crinkled ring. The biggest knob I had ever felt before
forced open my tight man-cunt and breached my
spincther. The oversized mushroom slid just inside me.
My man-pussy held it just below the ridge.
"Unnnngh, ooooh, uunnnnh, too big, aaaah, it hurts," I
complained, now realizing it must be Cleon, not my
lover Bud.
Cleon paused, staying still, letting me get used to his
massive crown. One of his big hands played with my
nipples, the other held one of my butt-cheeks. Sweetly,
he said, "Just relax, Roy. You can take it. You want
it. I know you do."
"Ummmn, ummmnh, ummmn, I do want it Cleon," I agreed,
"but it is so big. I have never had one that big
before." I opened my eyes and looked up at him looking
down at me. I concentrated, trying to relax.
Cleon opened a brown bottle and presented the poppers
to one of my nostrils. He held my other nostril closed.
I took a deep sniff. He moved the bottle to my other
nostril, and closed the opposite one. I sniffed again.
As the chemical suffused through my body, warming me,
causing my lungs to burn a bit, abdomen to tingle, then
balls, and finally my man-pussy to open slightly, Cleon
sniffed the poppers.
I felt his huge cock throb, stiffen, the crown flare a
bit. More of his big pole slide into my hole.
"Ungh, ungh, ooooh, yeah," I groaned.
Still more cock entered me. More of the poppers, one
nostril, the other. My head reeled, dizziness overtook
me. Cleon's fat log pushed deeper. The mushroom head
pressed against the turn in my colon.
"There, baby, there," he soothed me, "you've got more
than anyone else has every taken. It feels so good,
your cunt choking my cock, so hot, tight, wet."
I felt a drawing back, some of Cleon's hammer sliding
along my channel, backwards, pulling my stretched ring
inside out. Just as I was starting to feel some slight
twinges of pain from that movement, Cleon pushed his
cock back into me, even deeper than before,
straightening my colon.
"Ah, oh yeah," Cleon said.
My channel felt the wetness of his pre-cum running into
me. He pulled back a bit further than before, pushed
back in to his former depth.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my pussy," I hissed at him,
clasping his firm, muscular buttocks with both my
hands. "Fuck me good," I pleaded. "Fuck me in and out."
Cleon grinned down at me, then leaned over and kissed
me on the mouth. I tasted Henry's cum on his lips and
tongue as our lips pressed together, our tongues
twirled around in my mouth and his. His cock moved in
and out, in and out, in and out.
I was moaning continuously now. With my heels dug into
the bunk I pushed up and down meeting the thrusts of
Cleon's massive cock in my yielding man-pussy. He took
more of the poppers, gave me more. I humped up at him
harder, fucking myself onto his rod as he hunched it
into me.
I was trying to guess the size of the cock fucking me.
Later we measured it hard again. It was 14" long and 7"
around. He never got all of it into my willing man-
cunt, but we sure pushed it to the limit.
I had been running a steady stream of pre-cum when I
felt a hand close around my aching cock, slime it with
my juices and start stroking it. Then a mouth closed on
my cock and sucked me. I looked down and there was Bud
sucking me off in his mouth. Henry and George were on
either side of me, their cock-knobs on my lips. I
licked out with my tongue to slurp off their juices.
One cock entered my mouth and withdrew, the other
entered my mouth and withdrew.
Who the fuck is driving the boat, I wondered? Then it
occurred to me I had heard an anchor splash before the
three - Bud, Henry and George came to join us.
I shot my load in Bud's suctioning mouth. Cleon filled
my bowels to overflowing his cock stiffening,
lengthening, growing even thicker in me as he came.
Henry and George came in my mouth, all over my face and
chest. Bud mounted my face and fucked my mouth until he
came.
Cleon eased his cock out of my hole, leaving it gaping
and drooling his cum, the lubricant and my juices from
my well-fucked man-pussy.
Bud, Cleon, Henry and George helped me off they bunk.
They guided me up the stairs. In the dark of the night
with stars shining brightly above and a full moon, we
jumped overboard and bathed in the river by the boat.
There was no doubt in my mind that Bud had rigged the
lottery so the best was saved until last.
We motored back to the campsite, and I staggered,
straddle-legged to our tent with Bud. We had fish for
lunch the next day, and the weekend was over. All that
was left was breaking camp, packing and heading home.
My ass was sore for all the next week from the
adventure I would never forget.
I guess Bud had no more surprises for me. I was well
broken in by then. He and I settled into our usual
sucking and fucking, and I thought often of the camping
weekend with #s 1-12, especially Cleon. As I watched
Cleon play football after that weekend I remembered
well the gentle beginning of his lovemaking kissing,
licking, sucking, rimming me, and fucking me so good
with his big cock.
To be continued?
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