HARBOUR MASTER, Part 12
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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In some ways having Sam in control of me was much worse than Matt - Sam was only in his early thirties, and he was much more vigorous in his actions. As I opened the door, his immediate reaction was to reach down and grab my balls and feel them.
"You seem spunked up this morning, slave. Hasn't Matt drained you yet?"
I didn't know what to say, but didn't have to say anything as Matt, still naked, came down the stairs to greet him.
"I heard that!", Matt replied jokingly. "And, as a matter of fact, he hasn't shot this morning. And, before you ask, neither have I! I'm saving myself for Billy this evening, and I didn't want to use the slave. So feel free to do so if you want to."
Matt gave Sam a cup of coffee, and pulled on some clothes as we both watched.
"Just look after the customers", Matt was telling Sam.
"Take the money, be polite, and make sure the slave does a good job in fetching the boats from the moorings - if you see him slacking, you can give him a couple of strokes with that belt of yours. But remember - no fucking him up the ass! If you want a bit of relaxation over lunch, you can fuck his throat again if you want - I remember you liked that, even though he didn't. But he's got to stay a virgin until Billy has taken his cherry - if you really want to fuck his ass, I'll add your name to the list."
"I'll have to wait until my old lady's away again - me and Jase hardly get time to do it as it is! You'd never think we were brothers, we get to spend so little time naked with each other. Anyway, good luck with the trip - I'll deliver the slave back tonight safe and intact!"
He got up and went out, snapping his fingers at me to follow him. It was one of those misty mornings when you know that once the sun burns off the traces of mist it's going to be blazing hot. Nevertheless, walking along naked, I felt chilly and I could feel all the hairs on my body standing up as they tried to keep me warm. I wanted to rub my hands up and down myself to warm me, but Sam was striding along so fast there wasn't time.
We got to the edge of the quay where Matt's business was conducted, and Sam told me to swim out and fetch a boat in.
"But I don't usually do that until a customer comes - it's cold, and..."
"Shut the fuck up! I don't care how Matt usually treats you - you're a slave, and you obey my orders today. Now - in the water!"
I dived in, and the cold water closed over me. It was always cold of course as here on this bit of the coast the water temperature didn't vary that much all the year around, but I knew that when I got out it was going to be grim, without he warmth of the sun to dry my body. But there was nothing else to be done - I no longer made decisions, my life was not my own, as I was a slave.
I hauled a boat back, and the tide was mostly out so that I waded the last few yards back to the quay. Sam stood there and watched me, and I saw him looking at my dick and balls as they swung in front of me as I pushed my way through the water.
I climbed onto the quay, "planed" as much of the water as I could off my body, and stood there shivering.
"So, Matt's had you 'skinned.", he observed.
"Yes. The doctor - the one who on the big cruiser - did it."
"Good. I like to see a slave 'skinned. A slave has no right to conceal his dick head from proper men. How does it feel?"
"Well, OK, I guess - it's not as good when we're jerking off. And I suppose that if I was allowed to wear clothes, they'd rub on my dick head - and that might be an advantage, as I'd be erect a lot more!"
"Well, I think Matt should have done the whole job whilst he was at it - I've watched Matt's customers, and I think some of them are simply intimidated by the sight of you. The women wonder what it would be like to have that great sausage of yours stuck up them, and the men are all ashamed when they compare themselves with you. If I owned you, things would be different. However..."
At that moment a customer came up, and he at once started the spiel about prices, terms of hire, and so on . We were pretty busy from then on until the after lunch lull, so I didn't get time to ask him - or even wonder - what the "whole job" was. I didn't think he could be talking about castration, as Matt had definitely ruled that out. What else could he be thinking of?
Sam led me along to where a little group of fishermen were gathered to shoot the breeze at lunch time, and they were all basically just gossiping about the morning's clients and the prospects for the afternoon.
His brother Jase was there, so was Craig with a tall thin hairy guy who I took to be his cousin, and several others who I recognised but whose name I didn't know.
"This slave wasn't de-spunked this morning", Sam told them. "I think we owe it to Matt to do something about that. After all, a young buck like this has enough erections normally, without being full of spunk. It would be pretty dreadful if he was to shoot over a customer - wouldn't do the reputation of the whole place any good at all! Hey - Grant - you're about the same age as this slave: if you don't fuck that woman of yours every morning, would you have problems in the afternoon?"
"I know you older guys don't do it so often", Grant replied, evidently joining in the joke, "But in your twenties you can cum any time you want. I've never had any complaints, anyway!"
"Well, I still think he should relieve himself of that load in there....". As Sam was speaking he grabbed my balls and had kind of pulled them out from under my dick to show the other fishermen how big they were.
"Look", he went on, "When I roll them around, you can almost see the cum, they're so full. Anyone want to come and jerk him off?"
As his fingers probed and prodded at my balls I'd winced and moved around nervously - at any moment, I was expecting a terrible pain from his careless handling of me.
"No", one of the fishermen shouted back. "When he's that charged, it will shoot everywhere. I don't mind it on my hands, but it's bound to go over my shirt, too. A big young stud like that really forces it out and it goes everywhere!"
"You're right", Sam replied. "It does shoot everywhere. And I bet this slave can shoot several feet. Anyone want to bet how far?"
"Right!", he went on, speaking to me. "On your knees, knees spread, back straight, and get your ass pressing into your heels. We're going to have a little competition, and you're what we' re going to bet on!"
He went around, taking bets off the other fishermen, then, when they'd done, said casually to me "Right! Jerk off - it's just as well Matt said you hadn't done it this morning. And when you shoot, be sure to have that dick of yours pointing straight forward - the prize goes to the guy who guessed the distance your furthest drop of cum would fly."
I couldn't believe it! Have you ever tried to jerk yourself off when a whole lot of people are looking at you? I tried and I tried, and at first it was even difficult to get an erection. It wasn't made easier by the fact that all the fishermen started to whistle and shout - some of it encouraging, like "Come on, Steve, you can do it, boy...." And some of it was just insults, calling me a pussy boy who couldn't even get his dick hard!
I went on and on, and I was glad that when he 'skinned me the doctor had left the sensitive bit underneath my flange - if he hadn't, I don't think I could ever have managed it. But I managed somehow to blank out the outside world, and with my eyes screwed tight shut, I started to think about the sex I'd been having recently. As I got to thinking about the way I'd rammed my dick into Grant, and the way that I was controlling him totally as I pleasured myself, I got more and more excited. The more I thought about it, the easier it was to get massively erect and start to bring myself to climax. And then another thought struck me - who was really in control here? Those fishermen probably thought that they'd got me in an utterly humiliating position, jerking myself off for their amusement, but actually it was me who was controlling it: it was my body, that I was proud to exhibit to them, it was my massive load of cum they were going to admire. I knew they were all envious of my body, of my dick, and of the way I could shoot, and it was me who was in charge here - I could keep them howling and whistling for as long as I liked. As I thought this, I came closer and closer to the edge, and I knew I wanted to do it, I wanted to show them how real men produced huge quantities of cum.
I gave a great cry as I did shoot, and I was careful to keep my dick pointed upwards so it would go as far as possible. All the guys cheered, and several slapped me on the back, and patted my head, saying "well done, sport!".
Sam told me to remain kneeling there, then got a tape measure out. He told me to hold the end of it against my dick, and he ran the other end out to where I could see the furthest bit of the slime of my cum on the concrete paving. An argument broke out between some of the fishermen, as Sam measured the distance to the furthest bit, where the ground was just wet, and they said that was fine, as those first few drops of ejaculate counted. But another group wanted the distance measured only to where there was the thick, creamy whiteness of my actual sperm. I don't know how Sam resolved it ,and I don't much care!
The rest of the afternoon was work as usual, and apart from the cold, when the sun wasn't shining, it was pretty much business as usual. Sam told me that he hoped that Matt would be back late - he could use the time to throat fuck me again, as he could tell his wife that he had to watch me until Matt cam back. I kept hoping that the traffic out of the city wouldn't be bad, so that Matt would be back early - having Grant fuck my ass had been pleasurable, as far as it went, but the brutal use of my throat by Sam had left me feeling battered and violated.
Fortunately, though, when we got back to our house, Matt was already there. He thanked Sam for looking after the business that day, and money changed hands - all of this stuff was cash, so I guess the tax man never got to see any of it. As Sam left, a man, no, a youth, I guess I should say, came down the stairs. He looked just like Matt - same eyes, hair, body shape. You could tell that when he was older and mature he would have the same big, rangy muscles as his father.
When he saw me standing there, he stopped in amazement then said "Gee, dad! I know you said the slave was magnificent, but you didn't tell me he was this stunning. Can I touch him?"
"Of course you can, Billy.". Turning to me, Matt snapped "Did they teach you the display position at that slave dealers? If so, assume it!"
They had, of course, and I put my hands behind my neck, spread my feet slightly apart, and thrust my pelvis forward and my chest outward so that all my muscles went slightly into tension and I was shown off properly.
The lad approached me, and I could see that he was almost trembling. He ran his hand lightly down from my collarbone over my pecs, then across the ribs of muscle on my belly. I could tell he was inexperienced at inspecting slaves, as unlike all the other men who'd handled me at the dealers, he didn't stop and tweak my nipples, or wriggle his finger in my navel. Never the less, it was pretty humiliating: it's bad enough having a grown man "handle" you, but when it's a mere youth, you feel much worse.
"Dad... Is it OK... Is it OK to touch his dick?"
"Of course it is, Billy! I told you a slave's a slave. I own him, his body is mine, and you can touch any part of it. Jerk him off if you like, feel his balls.... Do anything you like."
The boy was actually quivering with excitement as his fingers moved down through my pubic hair and he picked up my dick in his long, strong fingers. He ran them lightly up and down the shaft, and kind of scratched around my flange a bit. I couldn't help it - if anyone does that to you, you go erect, don't you? I felt my erection row, and the kid was visibly excited.
"Don't play wit his dick too much, Billy", Matt commented. "He's only 24 and he's still very excitable. He's not like your old dad, you know, when you have to jerk me off for a long time before I cum - this slave's got more of a hair trigger! We don't want him shooting all over the carpet, as we need to save him for later - you remember I told you I had a little birthday treat for you, didn't I?"
Obediently, Billy let go of my dick and reached down and cupped my balls in his palm. He obviously knew something about handling men, as his thumb stroked don the centre of my sac and separated my balls out.
"It's really neat to have them shaved like this, isn't it dad? I love the way the skin of the sac is so smooth. When I feel mine - or yours - they just don't feel like this with all the hair on them. I think I'll shave mine, too."
"I used to shave mine when I was your age", Matt told him. "As I had to jerk myself off most of the time as there just weren't the opportunities for a young guy to play then, I thought it felt better. I liked to jerk my dick with one hand and fondle my balls with the other, and having them smooth made it all so much more sensual. I wouldn't have thought you'd have needed to do that, though - all those guys at that fancy school, and there just isn't the stigma attached to guys playing with each other these days as there was when I was your age."
"Well, dad, you may think that. But I don't actually like playing with most of the guys at school. Of course I take part in the circle jerks and stuff like that, as I don't want them to think that I'm strange. But I don't have any regular wank buddies or anything - to tell you the truth, I think you've spoiled me for it! When I know what fun we can have every vacation, with your dick, I don't want to play wit the guys who just cum before the action even really gets started."
All the time this conversation had been going on neither Billy nor Matt had spoken to me, or even seemed to show any interest in what I might be thinking about. Billy had continued to fondle my balls, but now he let them go and went around behind me. I felt his fingers on my
shoulders, and then he ran both hands down my sides, probing at my ribs as he went and ending with his hands resting lightly on my ass cheeks.
"Amazing muscles here, dad. I wish I was like this. You told me he's a swimmer, and I suppose this is where all the power comes from. I can't wait to see him in action.... Hey... Can I take him out now, and get him to swim across the harbour?"
It was almost dark, and quite cold outside, but the idea of making me go out there and into the icy water didn't seem to trouble him. He just assumed that I was some sort of toy, like a boat, that could be taken out and played with in the water.
"No, Billy. You can see him at work tomorrow. I don't want him tired out tonight too much - and he's had a hard day already. If you've finished your inspection - although I must say it wasn't very thorough - let's eat."
All through the meal - Matt cooked his favourite steak and baked potatoes - Billy and his dad chatted on. They never really noticed me at all., I wasn't included in the conversation, and on the odd occasion when I tried to add something, they just froze me out.
They didn't give me any of the steak, either - Matt was pretty good at feeding me normally, but tonight he just made me eat the slave food as he was clearly completely focussed on his son.
I wondered about sleeping arrangements, ut after dinner, Matt turned to Billy and announced "Son, I've told you there's a special treat waiting for you. Well, tonight you're going to become a real man. We've fooled around with jerking off and sucking, as all guys do as soon as they're sexually mature. But now you need to do real sex - you're sixteen, so it's legal, and the sooner you get to experience the fun of it all, the better for you. That's one of the reasons I'm so glad I was able to get this slave - you can't fuck me, as you know I've told you that I don't take it up the ass. I'm going to fuck you, of course, but I don't want you to grow up just as someone who's a bottom - I want you to experiment, to see what causes you the most pleasure. Don't get me wrong - I'm not criticising bottoms, there's nothing wrong with that, but it needs to be a conscious choice: you need to work out for yourself, son, whether you're going to be a top or a bottom. And the only way you're going to do this is by topping a guy. It can't be me, so I've saved the slave for you. He's never taken it up the ass, so he won't be giving you false ideas about what you should, and should not, do. Tonight you're going to fuck him, and then you're going to do it again tomorrow, and the next day.... I want yo to really experiment, and understand what real sex is all about."
"But dad, you know I've been fucking my girl friends for a couple of years... I don't think...."
"Son, fucking women is one thing. We need to do it, in order to breed. But real sex is between men - how can a woman possibly understand what a man needs, what a man experiences, when she hasn't done it herself? Didn't you tell me that when I'd sucked you off, it was far, far better than any of those girl friends of yours had done? Well, that's because I know what it's like to be sucked off, and in turn I can bring that same pleasure to you in a way that a woman never can. It's just the same with sex - fucking a woman's OK, and we have to do it if we want sons. But until you've been fucked by a man, and fucked him, you'll never really understand what proper sex is all about."
"OK, dad... I guess you're right. You were certainly right about jerking off - when you first got me to cum, it was so much better than when I did myself. And you know how much I love your dick in my hands.... And, yes, I did say that your mouth is much better than all those chicks'. So let's get stuck in, as they say!"
Matt told me to go up and lie on the bed, then he and Billy came up and stood there, looking down at me. "First thing, son, is to decide how you're going to take the guy. There are only three basic ways, with some variations: on his knees, standing up and bent over, and on his back with his legs in the air. It all depends on how well I know the man - if it's the first time, I sometimes fuck him on his back, as I want him to be able to see me as I drive into him for the first time. But, on the other hand, especially with a 'one off', it's more humiliating to have him kneel under you - he really understands who's in control then. If I know the guy well, then I tend to choose the method he hates most."
"Hates most, dad... Surely you mean the method he likes most."
"No, son! You've forgotten what I told you about this being a power thing - I'm in charge, I decide what to do, and if I think the guy hates one form of fucking, then it's more exciting for me to do it that way."
"So for this slave", he went on, "I'd normally fuck him on his back - as it's his first time, I want him to remember for ever what the guy who took his cherry looks like. And you can add excitement, too, by tweaking his tits as you plough into him - it can make him buck up as you thrust down, and it all increases the excitement for me. But as you haven't done it before, then I think you should do it first time by fucking him on his knees - his ass is more accessible (although you can't plough as deep), and you won't be worried if he looks in pain, or looks threatening."
"OK, dad. I'll take your advice."
"Right, son - strip off. Some guys just get their dicks out, but its better to be totally naked as you can experience more of the other guy's body afterwards."
Without hesitation, Billy stripped in front of us. I suppose he regarded me as someone who didn't count, but I was amazed that he didn't mind being naked in front of his father. I could never imagine stripping in front of my dad - well, not since I was about five years old, anyway! But I guessed that with al this talk of jerking each other off, playing with each others dicks, and even sucking each other, Billy and Matt were used to it. It must be incredible, I thought, to have that kind of relationship with your dad - perhaps if mine had really spoken to me as Matt spoke to Billy, and had taught me about sex properly, I wouldn't have gone off the rails and wouldn't have ended up here as a slave.
"Where's the lube, dad?", Billy asked as he stood there naked. I saw that as he pushed his jeans down the front of his boxer shorts was already tented with his erection, and he had no hesitation in pushing them down to reveal his long, thick cock standing almost vertical. Naked, the resemblance to Matt as even more striking - the could almost have been brothers.
"OK, lesson two.", Matt answered. "You only need lube in one circumstance - if for some reason the guy you're going to fuck can't provide it - perhaps you've already had an evening of jerking off, and the guy's sac is completely empty so he just can't cum again. Then you might need to use artificial lube. But only if you want to make it easy for him - sometimes it's instructive to remind a guy that he has to provide lube, so if he can't force any out, you just go in and fuck him anyway. It will hurt you a bit to fuck him mainly dry (or just lubed with your spit), but it will hurt him a lot more."
"Never use that artificial stuff", he went on. "It's not natural. And there's no need - guys can provide all the lube they need, and, if they can't, then they need to learn! So jerk the slave off, or get him to jerk himself off, as you wish. He's a really big spunker, and he'll produce so much natural lube that you, him and the bed will all be covered in it!"
Billy came over and knelt by me as I lay there, then reached down and took my dick in his hand. He stopped for a moment, then withdrew his hand and spat in the palm, then reached down and started to toss me off. I'd never been masturbated by such a young guy, and for Billy, handling me was obviously a complete turn on - as he stroked me his own dick was bobbing up and down, and soon drops of pre-cum started to appear, which were gently spread over me as his body moved.
I couldn't help it - well, you can't, can you? Having a guy jerking you off, you're going to cum sooner or later. And even though I was apprehensive about what was to come, and I didn't like having Matt watch me as Billy worked away, I did shoot. Billy seemed to know what he was doing, as, sensing my imminent climax, he pointed m dick up towards my head at the last moment and my cum shot up and landed over my belly and my chest.
He knelt there, breathing hard, and looking down at me. I thought Matt was going to say something, but without hesitation Billy scooped up some of my cum and smeared it all over his rampant dick, and gently stroked his hand up and down his shaft to spread it about.
"Careful, son!", Matt reminded him. "You young guys are almost always near the edge already, and if you stroke yourself too much - especially when it's so sensual when it's covered in the warm cum of the other guy - you're likely to lose it and just shoot before the real action begins! Just do enough so that there's some on most of your dick - as soon as you go into the other guy's ass, the action will spread it about and coat you properly. Now, scoop up some more, ad you're going to need to put it up Steve's ass."
I guess I found it mildly interesting that whereas I'd been "slave" all evening whilst they were eating, here in the bedroom Matt was treating me more like a human being, more like the buddies he'd said we were supposed to be, and was using "Steve".
"Right, Steve - on your knees, and push your shoulders and face into the bed so that ass of yours is high up and exposed", he continued, to me.
I did as he told me, even though I hated it. What choice had I? Obey, or be sold to the organ banks. And then I felt Billy probing along my crack. When he touched my hole it was so hesitant, so gentle.
"Hey, dad, it's so smooth down here - when you let me explore you last vacation, it was all hairy. And my crack's full of hair, too. I guess you make him shave himself down here, like you have his balls smooth, don't you?"
"Yes, son. It keeps the slave clean, and when you're going to be using it for a lot of fuck action, it's easier. Some guys like fucking hairy asses, but I think the majority like to see a nice clean crack - see how much better his pucker stands out against the bare skin? Anyway, get on with it.... Push your finger in - it will meet resistance at first - but just go on. Then when you're through, carry on and have a good feel around."
Billy's finger started to push at me, and although I didn't resist my ass hole had a mind of its own as usual and the muscles held. I could feel him increase the pressure, and then he was in me. It wasn't painful or anything, as it was only a finger, and he was well lubed with my own cum.
He leaned forward, and pushed harder and I felt the warm palm of his hand pressing into my naked ass crack, so I knew he must be all the way in. Then I got that shock, that little frisson of excitement, as he hit my prostate. Involuntarily, I flinched a bit.
"Sorry, Steve...."
"Hey, Billy! Don't apologise!", Matt snapped at him. "You're in charge here. He's there to be used. And there's no way you could have hurt him with just a finger - pay no attention when guys make a big fuss about nothing!"
I knew Billy must be embarrassed, though, as no one likes to make a mistake, or be criticised, on their first time, do they? Although it was good of Matt to be teaching Billy in this way, I couldn't help thinking that the lad would probably have been better to have gone off with other guys of his own age and done a bit of mutual exploration, and made their own mistakes, and discovered it naturally, rather than being "instructed."
Billy continued to slide his finger in and out of me, and I assumed that Matt would tell him to use two, then three, as Grant had, to make sure I was relaxed and stretched. But Matt was going on again "Come on, son, get a move on! You're leaking pre-cum everywhere, and if you don't get up that slave soon, you'll be shooting everywhere. Get your finger out, and mount him properly."
Billy had been kneeling by the side of me as he'd been lubing me, and I knew that what Matt said must be true as when he was bending closer to push harder with his hand, his dick had brushed against my flanks and I could feel the moistness of pre cum in my body hair. But surely that wasn't it - he wasn't going to fuck me without any more preparation, was he?
I got my answer as Billy shuffled around and went to kneel between my legs.
"Hey, dad, where are the condoms?"
"We don't use those, Billy! There's no point - we're all clean here. You only need to use a condom when you're fucking a guy when you don't know who he's been with, and this slave is a virgin. And, of course, when you fuck your girl friends. When men are fucking, they want to feel the warmth of the ass around the dick, the moistness of the ass juices around the shaft, the feeling as you shoot, and the sensation of the cum trickling out of the sphincter afterwards - wearing a condom completely ruins it, so don't do it, son, unless you really think you have to.
It really deadens the sensation, and spoils your pleasure - it's like going into a shower with a waterproof on: you can feel the water striking your body, but you don't really experience it. And what does it say about a guy you're going to fuck, if you put a condom on - it says to him straight away that you don't trust him, that you think he might be infected. Real men make up their minds about the guys they're going with in advance, then want to experience every sensation, ever bit of pleasure they can."
"Mind you", he went on, "Make sure you wear one with those girl friends of yours..."
"But dad, they're all on the pill. And they're all from good families - they won't be infected."
"Billy, you are such an innocent! Don't you know that women tell you that all the time, that they've taken the precautions? They trap you, they want your seed up inside them, and they want to tie you down: what better way than to get you to fuck them raw, then say there must have been a problem with their pills or something when you knock them up! No, son, always wear a condom until you want to father kids - don't trust them."
"But now, get on with it.... Push his legs apart to make room for you! And if he doesn't move to suit you, slap his ass a few times to remind him what you're about."
Billy pushed at my legs and I spread them further, and I sensed the heat of his body against mine as he knelt there. His hands then rested on my ass cheeks, and cautiously - yes, that's the word, cautiously - he pushed to spread them wider.
"Good.... You're a natural, son. It's good to spread the guy's ass like that so you've got room to work. And you can also get another good look at his hole, before you go in. If you haven't used his cum to lube him as you just did, you'd use this opportunity to spit a big gob at his hole and make that serve as lube. But go on....."
Billy grunted with satisfaction, then I felt his soft, warm dick pressing at my hole. There's no other sensation quite like it, is there, when you're about to fuck, or be fucked? There's that sexual tension in the room, and however many times you've done it each time is subtly different. All your senses are turned up "high", and you hear, feel and smell everything that's going on in such a heightened way.
He wasn't as thick as Grant, and even though he hadn't lubed me or relaxed me properly, it wasn't too painful as he pushed at me to get in. I tried to relax, I tried to think about crapping so that my sphincter would open, and then I had that surrender, that kind of "snap" as your sphincter gives way and his head and shaft were in me.
He started to slide backwards and forwards, and I got those tingles of sensation inside me as he started to fuck - but then it was all over: he was motionless. I could feel his dick still up my ass, but he'd fallen forwards and was gripping me around the ribs, and laughing.
Between his little cries and laughs the words were tumbling out "Oh dad... Fucking amazing.... The best thing I've ever done... Slave's ass so much better than a girl's cunt... Oh, fucking hell.... Wish it had gone on for ever...."
"Don't worry, Billy", Matt murmured. "It's quite normal for a guy to shoot so quickly when he's as excited as you were. Your first time, a virgin ass, a big muscular body under your control - it's only to be expected. Next time you fuck him, you will go for longer and I guarantee it will be even better."
"But now we need to move on - there's something else we need to do to make you a man. Pull out of Steve.... Slowly, though, you don't want to suck his guts out - your dick is like a piston in his ass, you know! Then go and wash your dick - we'll get on to giving Steve an enema to make sure he's really clean in a later lesson - and get back here."
"And you", Matt continued, talking to me, "You go and wash your ass. You've got another part to play in tonight's lessons, and I don't want the stink of your crap all over the bedroom."
It's just as well that Grant had actually taken my cherry a few days ago. I'd have been disappointed if my first experience of anal penetration had just been Billy.
End Of Part 12