THE PACT
By Dudley Jarvis-North
I met Roger while I was looking at profiles on Silverdaddies. I'm a Daddy -- to wit, older, nurturing, silver-haired) and love to click on profiles of handsome men from the United Kingdom because English, Scottish and Northern Irish boys enthrall me with their glistening skin, straight noses, and clean-cut looks belying raw sexiness and a bit of kink. Yep, English lads are dirty lads despite their choirboy looks.
So I clicked on Roger's profile and checked out his pleasing face and butt shot -- very white and meaty -- but was disappointed that he didn't show off his uncircumcised penis because you can take this to the bank: Brit boys didn't face the Saracen blade when they were babies, unlike most guys in the US.
I sent him a message asking for a photo of his dick, although I didn't expect a reply. He seemed too handsome to bother with me.
To my surprise, I got a note telling me how sexy I was, that he liked my Italian looks and physicality, that he hoped I would visit him some day in Manchester, England, or that he could come to the States. He also sent a photo of his beautiful English dick, with the requisite skin covering the head.
More messages ensued and, I invited him to visit my winter place in Fort Lauderdale, told him we'd do the gay beach, and I'd show him off to my friends.
I sent him a plane ticket and picked him up at Lauderdale Airport, a little surprised that this was happening. On sites like Silverdaddies, one never knows when talk is talk and walk is walk. But the next thing I knew he was piling his suitcase into my car and we were heading to Wilton Manors, the gay enclave where I live.
On the way, Roger confided that he was itching to get fucked -- he hadn't in a while, and could we do it when we got back to my place? So I had to tell him about The Pact, even though right then and there I was hot for his "arse," the word Brits use for ass. I got to the point:
"Roger, I want to fuck you beyond words, but I can't yet. I made this agreement with three of my best friends. If one of us meets a new buddy, he can't fuck him till the other three have had him first. So they're coming over tonight and -- well, let's get that over with. I hope you don't mind," I said sheepishly.
Roger was quiet for a while, but finally he said he would go along with it. He said he thought it was a little weird -- he was right -- but that he wanted me to be happy and that he could handle it. I was greatly relieved.
The doorbell rang about 8 p.m. I had several six-packs of beer for the guys and felt the excitement wrapped in anticipation dipped in sheer horniness.
I brought Roger downstairs in his tight jeans, no shirt -- his white body and pink nipples looking very sexy. The elastic band of his white Bike jockstrap was riding up over his belt. My friends were impressed. "Handsome," they opined. Yes, he was, with his full lips, dark eyebrows, nice eyes. "Nice treasure trail," Jim said, after staring at the fur climbing up to and through Roger's belly button. Jim was going to go first. I'll explain.
My horny buddies grabbed Roger and pushed him face down onto a sheet laid out on the carpet. Roger's arms were pinned behind his back and handcuffs were snapped on. I felt a little sorry for him because it was happening so fast and he looked a little frightened. Also, I didn't know what he really thought about this. I had participated in two of these, but as an active participant with the prey one of the others introduced to the group, not someone I had. Also, I had sprung "The Pact" on Roger late in the game and I felt a little guilty. But I also had a hard-on pushing against my Jockeys and the voyeur in me wanted to see how he responded to this scenario.
Jim was a slender 6-footer, perhaps 155 pounds, with a smooth chest and body. Only his legs were hairy. The reason Jim was going first was that his dick was the smallest of the three and I had insisted that he break Roger in, although Jim was hardly small. Maybe 6 1/2 thick inches with a fat mushroom cap overlapping the shaft in a way that made one beat the drum for circumcision. The head was a reddish pink and his pubic hair was lighter than the brown hair on his head; it was sandy and satiny-thin. I thought Jim, whose roots were Irish, was the most attractive guy among my friends. But you already know that I love white boys. While Jim unbuckled Roger's belt, the others held him down. Jim ripped Roger's jeans down to his ankles but left the jockstrap on his body. Roger's ass was ash white, plump, with dark brown hair down the crack. My friends were delighted.
Jim pulled Roger's T-strap down to his thighs, opened a jar of Lube and smeared a dollop on his dick. I thought he might smear some on Roger's hole; instead he pushed the globes apart and buried his tongue inside. I had seen several pictures of Roger's ass, but it was much more beautiful in person and a lot hairier in the flesh. I knelt in front of Roger and told him that the fuckfest would be over soon, then we'd be free to do anything he wanted; that I'd make it up to him, take him to dinner; buy him Speedos, sexy underwear, some sex toys. I also told him that the guys would be gentle -- I lied -- but I needed to engage in wishful thinking for my conscience's sake.
Jim pulled down his black jeans and boxer-briefs and out popped his fine hard dick. He slowly began rubbing the pink tip along Roger's hole when Frank started getting antsy. "C'mon, Jim, let's get moving," barked Frank, who was rubbing his crotch and obviously couldn't wait to sample Roger's crack, "Shut up," snapped Jim. "Wait your turn." We all watched the head of Jim's dick enter Roger and disappear. Then Jim slapped Roger's buttocks with his right hand and in less than 10 seconds, the entire shaft was inside. Roger buried his head into my hands and Jim went to work -- pushing and pulling, almost withdrawing the whole shaft, then plowing it back in, swiveling his hips, making oohing noises, riding Roger's ass like John Wayne would have ridden Montgomery Cliff's in "The Searchers" if The Duke had had any imagination.
It was over in a few minutes as Jim let out a satisfied groan and shot his spunk inside. But Jim seemed in no hurry to leave his nesting spot, so after a minute Frank pulled his shoulder back and yanked him. Yeah, Frank was a bully. He also
was Jim's opposite in the looks department. Frank was short, maybe 5-7, and broad-shouldered; probably close to 200 pounds with a muscular body and thick thighs. He had dark Middle Eastern looks -- his parents were from Pakistan -- and he sported a mop of black wavy hair, had a large curved nose, olive skin, and black eyes that burned fire. His chest, stomach, and legs were matted with hair and, although he waxed his back, there were still remnants of black circling his shoulders. He ripped off his white T and preened in front of us. Then he took off his boots and Levi's and -- hola! -- he was not wearing any underwear.
Even soft, his dick was impressive -- not long, but very fat -- what you'd call "a beer-can dick." His pubic hair was thick and covered his stomach up to his chest. Of course, with his Muslim background, he was totally circumcised, with an impressive mushroom head pushing out of his thick pubes. He was obviously proud of his equipment as it bounced around for all to see.
Frank wasn't much for preliminaries. He aimed the fat head at Roger's hole and in one quick motion it disappeared inside. I was thankful that Jim had loosened up my boy before this terrorist assault, but I needn't have worried. Roger did himself proud, taking super-fat dick like a champ. He had his ass high in the air and was thrusting it backward. I actually was a little jealous as Roger seemed to like it -- Frank's relentless, selfish style of fucking -- that is. Perhaps a "Paki" or two had taken Roger for a sexual ride back in Manchester and Roger favored the battering ram approach.
Unlike Jim, Frank was a loud fucker -- barking about how great it felt, telling us how hard his dick had gotten, how warm it felt inside his hole -- Frank also updated us about how close he was to eruption. Presently -- too soon, I thought -- Frank was arching his back and squealing as he shot his spunk into Roger. It was dark, hairy thug mugging gentlemanly white boy.
As Frank pulled out just as he had entered -- too roughly -- his dick head was laced with his own cream and maybe some of Jim's as well. He pushed me aside and knelt in front of Roger, grabbed his head, and commanded him to "clean off my dick with your tongue." It was only then that Roger realized what measure of dick had gone inside him and he seemed a little proud that he could handle something that fat. Roger licked it -- spit-shining it clean and wrapping his lips around the head. When Frank pulled out, it was spotless.
Teddy was next up, a horse(dick) of a different color. He was tall -- 6-3, light-skinned, with reddish brown hair, light blue eyes and freckles. He looked like the quarterback on the college football team -- with his lankiness, broad shoulders, slim hips, and chiseled chest, with just the right amount of hair. The United States is "a melting pot" of cultures, and Roger was going to taste several types of American. Jim was Irish; Frank Middle Eastern; Teddy -- Thaddeus was his name -- Polish.
Teddy was also Frank's opposite -- especially in the dick department. Unlike Frank's, Teddy's was long -- very long -- maybe 9 inches, and pink and slender. It was topped by the longest foreskin I had ever seen, which hung at least three inches down from the shaft, much more than just covering the head. No wonder the Jewish boys at the gym couldn't take their eyes off Teddy. They devoured his dick with their eyes as he showered and watched attentively as he tugged on his taffy skin and let the water stream inside. For boys who loved foreskin, Teddy was a gift from heaven.
My sexy friend had his dick out of his jock and yet he wasn't heading behind Roger for the agreed-upon destination. He announced that he wanted a proper blowjob instead. Roger was hauled up, put on his knees as Teddy coached him on how to suck foreskin, although this seemed ridiculous as Roger had one of his own and surely knew how to handle somebody else's.
"First, stick your tongue inside the skin and get me hard," Teddy barked. Roger did. "Chew on my overhang, but not too hard or I'll spank your butt purple," Roger complied. I had never seen Teddy so aggressive. "Pull my skin back with your lips and gently nibble me with your teeth. I said gently." Teddy commanded like some sex-crazed General Patton. "I haven't showered today, so it needs a good cleaning. Do it."
Roger seemed unfazed by Teddy's aggressiveness and his dick was rock-hard -- so hard that I worked down and wrapped my lips around the head of his pretty uncut dick. Teddy liked that I did that. "He can suck me off while you suck him off.," he opined. "Let's see who comes first," I had been lusting after Roger since Day 1 and watching the activities on my living room floor had only increased my desire. So I was on my stomach blowing Roger and was content to rely on Teddy's narrations to see what was happening above me.
"Get your lips around my dick. Let's see how many inches you can take without gagging," Teddy bellowed. Inch by inch, Teddy's dick was being fed to hungry Roger, and my Polish pal was keeping count. "That's 4 inches; let's try 5. That's good; I think you can handle 6." Then it was 7 and -- well, I stopped sucking Roger because I wanted to see this play out for myself.
"I want you to relax your throat," Teddy said. "My goal is to get all 9 inches of Polish sausage in your mouth. You think you can handle that?" It was a rhetorical question since Teddy had no real interest in Roger's opinion.
I wasn't sure how much of Teddy's dick Roger could take -- we were already well past my limit -- but Frank saw Roger's eyes bulging, and before I knew it, he had a bottle of poppers under Roger's nostrils. In a flash all of Teddy's meat disappeared down his throat. It was something to see.
"Good boy," soothed Teddy, "Haven't had many guys who could take the whole thingI. You got me so excited that I'm ready to come already, but not down your throat. I want to jerk it onto your tongue, so you can taste my Polish cum."
Teddy pulled his schlong out and ordered Roger to open wide and stick out his tongue as he jerked the skin back and forth while making loud guttural noises. "Keep your head still, boy," he warned. "I'm almost there." And then Teddy was spewing a massive lava flow onto Roger's tongue, splashing onto his palate and the sides of his mouth. Some of it landed on Roger's cheeks and under his nose.
"Swallow it," Teddy barked. And Roger, cheeks bulging and Adam's apple bobbing, let Teddy's load slide down his throat and into his stomach. Teddy used his dick to guide the remnants on Roger's face into his mouth, even as his dick slit oozed more. "Clean my pisshole," Teddy barked. I'm not putting it back in my jock until it's completely clean."
Roger licked every molecule off Teddy's dick. Then Teddy used two fingers to guide what was left on Roger's face into his mouth making him clean his fingers, too.
"This one's a firecracker," Teddy said, nodding at me. "I wish I could watch you two fuck. Maybe we can arrange something before he leaves for the UK."
Fat chance, I thought.
It was my turn to speak. "OK, guys, we've honored The Pact. Time to go. Roger and I need some alone time."
The guys nodded, finished their beers, grabbed their backpacks, and headed for the door.
"Have fun tonight, Jim and Frank said, and nodded their approval at Roger and a thank you at me. But Teddy had a parting shot. "That was super-hot and thank you for sharing, Pete, but he didn't get my 9 inches up his butt yet. That's the agreement. You can have him tonight, but I'll be back tomorrow. That's a promise."