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By Dudley Jarvis-North
I'm a Daddy -- to wit, older, a mentor, with bits of silver hair on my head and in my mustache and beard.I often click on profiles of men from the United Kingdom on a daddy app for a good reason. English, Scottish and Northern Irish boys may look clean-cut, but they drip raw sexiness and aren't afraid of kink. Yep, UKlads are dirty lads despite their choirboy looks, and they'll do what you tell them.
I clicked on the profile of a guy named Roger and was smitten by his good looks and the shot of his bubble butt. I was disappointed that there weren't any pics of his uncircumcised penis because you can take this to the bank: Brit boys don't get cut by the Saracen blade when they are newborns, unlike most babies in the US.
I sent him a message asking for a photo of his dick, although I didn't expect he'd oblige. To my surprise, I got a note telling me how sexy I was, that he liked my Italian looks, that I could stay with him if I visited Manchester, or that he could come to the States if I wanted to spend time with him in person. He also sent a photo of his cock, 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, all the restaurants and I'd show him off to my friends.
I sent him a plane ticket to Manchester and a few days later picked him up at Fort Lauderdale/Hollywood Airport, a little surprised that this was happening. On sites like the ones for daddies, one never knows when talk is just talk and walk is bullshit. But here 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 dying to get fucked -- he hadn't in a while, and could we do it when we got back to my place?
Damn, that request unnerved me. I wanted to tell him about The Pact over a few margaritas when both of us were a little drunk, but he had forced my hand. I had to explain the agreement I had made that would keep us from sex until it was satisfied, even though I lusted for his arse at that moment. I got to the point:
"Roger, I have this deal 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. I meant to tell you earlier, but I was embarrassed. Please don't hate me."
"Oh, the guys are coming over tonight to fulfill The Pact," I said, feeling like a lout. "Tell you what. Let's get this over with and then we can do anything you want."
Roger was quiet for a few minutes while I squirmed in my seat. Finally, he said,"The Pact is incredibly weird, ya know -- I did know -- but if it's the only way you and I can have sex, I'll have to manage it." I was greatly relieved.
The doorbell rang at 8 p.m. I had several six-packs of beer for the guys. I could feel anticipation in the air.
I brought Roger out of the bedroom shirtless in his tight Levis. The elastic band of his Bike jockstrap rode up higher than his belt. My friends were instantly impressed by his looks, toned body and pink nipples.
"Handsome," they said in unison. Yes, he was, with radiant skin, full lips, dark eyebrows and blue eyes.
"Beautiful treasure trail," Jim opined, after staring at the fur climbing through Roger's belly button up to his chest. He was going to go first. I'll explain.
My buddies grabbed Roger and pushed him face down onto the quilt I had laid out on the carpet. His arms were pinned behind his back and handcuffs were snapped on. I felt sorry for him because it was happening so fast and he looked a little frightened. Also, I doubted that being taken up the ass by strangers while I watched was high on his wish list. I had sprung "The Pact" on Roger late in the game and I felt guilty. But I also had a hard-on pushing against my Jockeys and the voyeur in me wanted to see how he did in this scenario.
Jim was a slender 6-footer, perhaps 155 pounds, with a smooth chest and body. Only his legs were hairy. The reason he was going first was that his dick was the smallest of the three. I had insisted that he break in Roger, although Jim was hardly small. About 6 1/2 thick inches with a fat mushroom cap overlapping the shaft in a way that made one beat the drum for circumcision.
He was the handsomest of my friends, so I was hoping that his good looks would help get Roger past the awkwardness of the situation.
While Jim unbuckled Roger's belt, the others held him down. Jim pulled his jeans down to his ankles -- too roughly, I thought -- and his plump white ass was out for all to see. Dark brown hair sprang out of Roger's crack, which made me wish I had never agreed to The Pact.
Jim pulled off Roger's jockstrap -- again too roughly -- down to his thighs, opened a jar of Lube and lathered his dick. I thought he might smear some on Roger's hole; instead he pushed the globes apart and buried his tongue inside.
I knelt in front of Roger and whispered that it would be over soon, then we'd be free to do anything he wanted; that I'd make it up to him, take him out for an expensive dinner, buy him Speedos, some sexy underwear, a leather jacket. I told him that the guys would be gentle -- I was lying -- but I needed to spin it for my conscience's sake.
Jim took off his shirt, jeans and boxer-briefs -- not roughly -- and out popped hishard dick. He kneeled and slowly rubbed the tip along Roger's hole for a few minutes when Frank, who was next in line, got antsy. "Jeezus, Jim, let's get on with it. We haven't got all night."
Jim was having none of it. "Shut up, dickhead, and wait your turn."
The broad head of Jim's dick entered Roger and disappeared. Then Jim slapped hisbuttocks hard -- too hard -- with his right hand and in less than 10 seconds, the entire shaft was inside. Roger buried his head in my hands as we both wished this was over. Jim went to work, withdrawing the whole shaft, then plowing it back in, moving his hips, making cooing sounds.
It soon was overas Jim let out a groan and shot his spunk inside. But he was in no hurry to leave his nesting spot. He leaned over my Brit boy's ass rubbing the cheeks and didn't move. After a couple of minutes, Frank grabbed his shoulders and yanked him off.
Yeah, Frank was a bully. He also was Jim's opposite in the looks department. He was a short 5-7, broad-shouldered, close to 200 pounds with a muscular body and thick thighs. He had dark Middle Eastern looks -- his parents were from Saudi Arabia -- with a mop of wavy black hair, a large curved nose and black eyes that burned fire. His chest, stomach, and legs were matted with hair and, although he waxed his back, there wasblack stubble circling his shoulders. He ripped off his T-shirt and preened in front of us. Then he took off his boots and Levi's and --- no real surprise --he was not wearing underwear.
Even soft, his dick was impressive -- not long, but 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 being Muslim, he was circumcised, with an impressive mushroom head pushing out of his thick pubes. He was obviously proud of his equipment as it bounced it around for all to see.
Frank wasn't much for preliminaries or finesse either. He aimed the gigantic head at Roger's hole and in one quick motion pushed the whole thing inside. Luckily, Jim had loosened up my boy before this assault, but I needn't have worried. Roger took the beer can like a champ. He even thrust his ass back into Frank and moaned in satisfaction. I felt a little jealous as Roger seemed to like Frank's relentless style of fucking. I made a note of that for future use.
Unlike Jim, Frank was a loud fucker, bragging about how sexy he was, how his dick had satisfied legions of bottom boys like Roger, how guys couldn't resist him. None of this did we care about. He also updated us every five seconds about how close he was to coming. Presently -- too soon, I thought, for a braggart macho guy -- he arched his back and squealed as he shot into Roger.
Frank pulled out just as he had entered -- roughly. His dick head was covered with his own cum and probably some of Jim's as well. He moved in front of my boy, shoved me aside and knelt in my place. He grabbed Roger's head, and bellowed,"Clean off my cumwith your tongue." It was only then that Roger realized how thick a dick he had taken up the ass. He seemed to beam that he had handled something that daunting.
Roger took cleaning Frank's cock seriously. In fact, he went on far too long, not just licking it clean more than was necessary, but also sucking it. He obviously enjoyed Frank'sMiddle Eastern physicality. When Frank pulled out his cock, no residue of cum could be seen.
Ted was up next, He was a horse of a different color. Unlike Frank, he was tall -- 6-3, pale, with reddish brown hair, light blue eyes and freckles. He looked like the quarterback on a college football team -- lanky, broad shoulders, slim hips, and a 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 in that pot -- Irish Jim, Arab Frank and Polish Ted, whose full name was Thaddeus.
Ted was also Frank's opposite in the dick department. Unlike the shortbeer can dick, his was long -- very long --9 slender inches. It was topped by the longest foreskin I have ever seen, which hung three inches down from the shaft. No wonder the circumcised guys at the gym couldn't take their eyes off him in the showers. They devoured his dick with their eyes and watched with laser intensity as he tugged on his taffy-like appendage and rolled his skin back and forth while making guttural noises. He would pull the skin up over the crown, hold it and let the water stream inside. For those who love foreskin, he was a gift from heaven.
Ted pulled his dick out of his jock, yet didn't head behind Roger toward his butt. He announced that he wanted a proper blowjob instead. Roger was hauled up by Jim and Frank, put on his knees. The handcuffs stayed on. Ted coached Roger on how to suck a foreskin, which was ridiculous as he had one of his own and must have seen dozens ofuncut guys in the UK. He surely knew how to handle Ted's.
Ted stood over Roger and barked orders. "Ya knowI haven't showered, so it's rank inside. Smell my cock." Ted stretched his foreskin and wrapped it around Roger's nostrils. Breathe in my dick smell. You love it stinky, don't you? Now chew on my overhang, but not too hard or I'll spank your butt. Do everything I tell you or else."
What the hell has happened to Ted? I thought. I had never seen him so mean or aggressive. Jim and Frank looked amazed.
"Pull my skin back and nibble on the crown, but you better not bite too hard.Teddy was acting like some sex-crazed General Patton.
Roger seemed unfazed by Ted's bossiness and his dick was rock-hard -- so hard that I got down on the floor and wrapped my lips around his cock.
Ted liked that move. "He can suck me off while you suck him of. Let's see who comes first."
Watching Roger get fucked by Jim and Frank and bossed around as he sucked Ted only boosted my desire for him.
Ted took it up a notch. "Let's see how many inches he can take without gagging." Inch by inch, he fed Roger his penis. "I see he's fine with 4 inches. Let's try 5. Good. I think he can handle 6." When Ted got to 7, I stopped sucking my boy because I wanted to see this play out.
"I'm strongly advising you to open up your throat, little man." Ted warned. "Because you are going to take all 9 inches of my Polish sausage, so don't fight it."
I wasn't sure that was going to happen -- Roger was already well past my limit -- but when Ted saw his eyes bulging, he gallantly opened a bottle of poppers and put them under his nose. That turned out well as all of Ted's meat disappeared down Roger's throat with no gagging. It was something to see.
Ted himself was surprised. "I haven't seen many guys who could take the whole thing. Your guy got me so excited that I'm ready to come, but not down his throat. I want to jerk off onto his tongue, so I can see my Polish cum spurt out."
Ted told Roger to open wide and stick out his tongue as he jerked the skin back and forth. "Keep your head still," he warned. "I'm almost there." Then he shot a massive load onto Roger's tongue, that sprayed on his chin, nose and cheeks.
Ted wielded his cock like a rake, dragging the cum on Roger's face into his mouth. "Now swallow," he ordered. Roger, Adam's apple bobbing, let the load slide down his throat and into his stomach.
Ted wasn't through yet. "Clean off my dick. I'm not putting it back in my jock until it's completely clean."
Roger licked every molecule of Ted's cum off his dick.
Roger's ordeal was over, although some of it didn't seem like such an ordeal.
"This one's a firecracker," Ted 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 a condition of The Pact. I'll let you fuck him tonight, but I'll be back tomorrow to close the deal.
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Other stories I've posted on nifty:
Encounters: The Bass Player, The Pact (both Sept. 13,'17), James (Jan. 26, '18),
At the Underwear Rack, 2 parts, April 23 `19)
Aleksandr 2 parts (Aug. 20, '20), Shane the Barber (Aug. 11, 2021), Michigan Mitch (Aug. 27 2020), Dennis My Menace (Feb. 5 2023)
Urination: Drink It (2 parts, Sept. 24, '18), Lesson at Rock River (Nov. 6, '18)
Adult Youth: Aaron's Basement (Jan. 12, '18);
Authoritarian:Taken in the Woods (May 28, '18), Forced Reenactment (Dec. 14 '19); The Punishment that Wasn't (April 2, 2020)
Camping: Camping with Josh, 5 parts (Sept. 24, '18);
High School: William the Great, 3 parts, Jan, 16, '19)
Incest: How Did My Bro Know? (2 parts, March 20 '20, Jan. 19 '25).Greek Reunion, 3 parts, (Aug. 20 '21)