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As the sound of the alarm was still ringing in his ears he pressed the offending clock even harder against his chest and alcohol confused ordered the ‘bloody thing to stop.’ As the damned device refused to listen to mental commands Tim grudgingly opened one reddened eye to give it the evil eye when a small portion of alcohol moved and let his brain now understand that it was not the clock at fault – it was the front door bell. Worse than that it was now one am and he had only been to bed for twenty minutes.

The realisation of his error woke the befuddled man up and deciding his boxers and vest would do as suitable covering he trudged warily downstairs cursing who ever it was who was now banging on his front door. Throwing it open he squinted his alcohol inflamed eyes to complain.
“What the….,” he started when his open mouth was covered with a soft melting set of young lips and his head was held lovingly by a pair of strong, sweet smelling arms. The kiss was soft and sweet and Tim found his body responding to familiar sensations as finally his befuddled brain caught up to the fact as to who was kissing him so deliciously.

“Arun,” he whispered into the open lips of his soft assaulter.
“You remember Arun,” the broken English voice which sang of hazy, juicy summer nights and afternoons broke off the kiss to whisper just as gently back.
Tim grabbed back the youthful figure and reciprocated the kiss. The boy had been wonderful and just the summer tonic for a jaded thirty-five year old who was so lost in looking up his own arse he was letting life go by him. He recalled the day they had met. He had been sitting on that especial arse nursing his second drink of the day and wondering how long it would take him to get so drunk again when a delightful Moroccan dark-skinned beauty had leaned over him and whispered.
“You want girl?” the soft broken honeyed voice had insinuated itself past his alcoholic defence.

“Err- No,” he had looked up to say sternly and found himself lost in the deep brown eyes of the youth who had addressed him. All Tim could see was hot deep passion staring back at him and he was lost momentarily in the shimmering eyes of the olive skinned beauty that spoke to him.
“You want Boy then?” that same passion promising voice that emanated from heaven rolled over his senses like a wondrous symphony.
“Oh,” said the voice wonderingly, “You want me,” and it was a statement of fact, although lust, downright durty, degraded decadent wanton lust was more the actual fact.

“Oh Yesss,” Tim had twittered lost in the brown pools that were tempting him to unheard and unexperienced heights of delight and depravity; then shocked he had gathered himself together and sat up straight intending to apologise and refuse the proffered offer. But, yes but and Oh what a But he had so instead Tim found himself leading his new friend back to his hotel room where he let the wondrous youth fuck him twice, good and hard and Oh So Hard in less than forty-five minutes.

Afterwards, finally after Tim had satisfied himself whilst his new lover Arun had watched; they fell to talking. Arun it turned out was twenty-one and engaged to be married to a family arrangement that had been worked out before he and his fiancée had been born. He however was not allowed to have sex with a girl, it was some sort of religious thing, but for some reason he and his boyfriends could play around with each other and fucking foreigners was also supposed to be acceptable to his god as well. So Tim had become the fucked foreigner for the remainder of his two holiday weeks and deep in lust he had paid through his arse for the privilege of having his arse serviced so often and so hard and so well and so hard and hard and so on. Tim was in lovelust, fucklust overtherainbowdorothylust and never saw the faults, the selfishness, the personal disinterest and never saw the details on the piece of paper he signed at the airport as they clung ferociously to each other. Tim promising fervently, ardently he would send for Arun just as soon as he got back and just as soon as the grey light of England dawned so did the fact that he would not, could not send for his holiday fucklover it was, it was…. Well to be truly honest it was bloody stupid, so Tim had confessed to his envious mates of his sexlusty vacation and then set to, to work off the credit card bill that reminded him there was no fool like a thirty-five year old arse, even if it did tingle sometimes with the memory of some of those holiday fucks. And now Arun was here kissing him.

“What the… Where did you….?” he spluttered, commonsense finally overcoming throbbing lust.
“Plis. Plis we go inside yes?” smiled Arun, “Is cold here in Enkland,” and he shuddered convincingly.
“Oh yes of course yes please do come in.” trembled Tim with hospitality and lets be fair, lusty anticipation and he stood aside to let the youth and his three friends enter the flat.
Hey three friends
“What…. Who….?” Again Tim spluttered.

“Teem, Teeem,” smiled Arun suggestively, “thes are my frens, they cum wif me from Morocco. You invite me to stay you say is OK to bring frend.”
“Yes but A friend,” insisted Tim, “not, Oh hell,” and he followed the quartet up the stairs to his two bed roomed flat, noticing the engaging tight jean covered buns that bummed their way up the stairs. In his mind’s eye he was already working out where to put them so he and Arun could get some - and as he thought this at last Tim smiled for the first time for weeks.

Arun and his friends soon settled themselves in Tim’s living room and Tim once he had grabbed his dressing gown; was kept busy getting them drinks and food, sandwiches and crisps and some bread sticks and dip that he found stuffed in the freezer from a long ago forgotten dinner-party. Tim did not recognise any of the youths that Arun had brought in but then he had to admit, he hadn’t much looked at the few people who had been around Arun when they met outside the hotel. Engrossed with playing the host and wondering how to inveigle them into sleeping arrangements he did not take too much notice of the introductions.
“Here Teem,” smiled Arun getting up, “you sit here,” he said vacating his seat in an armchair.

Tim thankfully sat down and was pleasantly surprised when Arun immediately sat down on his lap, squeezing against his half hard cock.
“Jus’ like bak home,” Arun smiled wriggling his body deeper into Tim’s lap and causing Tim’s erection to grow. Even worse he leaned into Tim and began to kiss him sexily, tonguing Tim’s dry lips.

At first Tim held back and then as the holiday memories flooded back he closed his eyes and let Arun devour his mouth with his stiff boyhard tongue. Tim relaxed and slowly opened his lust filled eyes to stare deeply into Arun"s deep brown pools. On his way to blissfully happy he looked around at the other two youths.
‘Two!’ he thought, ‘where was the other one?’ and flustered and concerned he eased Arun up so that he could go and check. Arun laughed and pushed back down scoring his denim hard bum against Tim’s now engorged cock and actually rubbing his body against the tented boxers that were now exposed. Tim gritted his teeth at the unexpected passion that surged through his body and insistently pushed Arun up.

“I just need to,” he spoke flustered, running his hand through his tousled hair and quickly ran to check his bedroom, where he knew his credit cards and wallet and cheque book was laid out on the dresser ready for the next day. As he entered his room he heard the sound of the toilet flushing, but saved his sigh of relief for when he saw that everything was safe. Quickly he locked his valuables away with his other personal papers in the hidden drawer and returned to his ‘guests.’
Back in the lounge Tim found that Arun and his friends had found and opened his drinks cupboard and were already started on the Jack Daniels which he had been keeping for his birthday and the other meagre supply of booze he kept at home. One of them was drinking whisky straight from the bottle and Tim resolved that as long as they just kept to the drink then perhaps everything would be alright, perhaps his flat and its contents would be safe. He returned to the armchair and Arun with glass of Jack Daniels in hand was once again semi impaled on Tim’s re-growing erection. Tim eased some answers out of Arun.

It appeared the piece of paper he had signed for Arun at the airport was some sort of official document that made him responsible for Arun’s appearance in England. He was now some sort of guarantor on Arun’s behalf and somehow this included Arun’s three friends. Tim did not understand it fully but was horrified that he was in some responsible for this youthful party. Further questioning provided that Arun and his friends had only just arrived in the country, the piece of paper had given them entry and they had come straight to Tim’s address as soon as they had cleared immigration. Their flight had also been delayed due to an Air Controller problem somewhere. The best bit of information was that they were supposed to be staying with Abbes’ brother; Arun pointed to the stocky youth drinking the whisky and had only come here because they could not get to Abbes’ brothers’ address which was outside of London. It seemed they would only be here for the night after all. Arun had intended telephoning him once he had been settled so that they could meet and Tim could see from the body language and the sideways looks that the meeting would have been a financial one on Tim’s behalf. One he admitted to himself he would probably have paid through the arse again for; -at this his colon twitched and Tim felt his lovelust levels passionating.

Explanations over they fell back to kissing and after a few minutes of cock erecting saliva exchanging Tim surfaced to see that the others had also paired up and a friendly threesome was developing on the sofa. Tim watched in awe of their youth as the boys kissed and caressed each other. He could not recall a freedom of such permission when he had been that young. His had been a quietly hidden sexlife and it was not until his parents died that he had felt comfortable with his sexuality. He had found holidays abroad away from the usual tourist haunts safer havens than the teeming London nightlife and had experienced a number of passionate holiday affairs that had been left behind, just as his affair with Arun had been forgotten once he had landed back to his usual going nowhere life. Tim looking at Arun however did feel that this boy, this affair was different.

“Hey everyone,” he called out, “Bed, sleep, jigajig..” he was lost for descriptive expressions and pushing Arun up he waved his arms in the direction of the bedrooms. The trio took no notice so Tim pulled Arun with him to the bedroom corridor and showed him his room and the spare room.
“Sleep, bed,” he insisted.
“You want fuck,” smiled Arun.
Exasperated Tim shook his hands in frustration.
Arun giggled at the funny sight and went back to the lounge. In seconds he was back with the others and proudly showed them the two rooms. The boys chattered in their sing-along dialect, laughing as Arun slipped an arm around Tim’s waist and then heartily slapped him on the fleshy part of his arse. There was more conversation that went over Tim’s head and then as he and Arun stood together in the doorway to Tim’s bedroom, the others one by one kissed Arun and Tim and went into the other room. The last boy, Abbe instead of kissing Tim grabbed him by the waist and pulled him towards him grinding his hard full groin into Tim’s anticipating basket. Abbe then said something to Arun and both boys howled a little drunkenly at each other.

Inside the bedroom Tim lost no time in getting undressed and then naked with a weeping dripping cock he started to undress Arun. Soon the olive sun kissed skin was fully exposed and Tim began to gorge on the youthful body, licking and sucking and gently nipping as new areas of skin became available. As his meal progressed beyond the starter, Arun found the every ready tube by the bedside and swilling back the last of his drink roughly began to prepare the main course, starting with two of his stubby sun-brown fingers.

As the welcome sensation of the first fingers insertion began Tim felt himself begin to heat up. There was nothing so erotic to him as beautiful sun kissed olive skinned youth and he felt his heartbeat step up a notch followed by his pulse. Salivatating with anticipation he left wet trails of lust across the young hard body until at last his mouth came into contact with the holiday meat he remembered so well. Greedily he slurped the already hard five inches into his eager mouth and began sucking avidly the much loved love muscle. 

Arun was not hung, but his five-incher was in proportion with his young body and Tim well knew how Arun was a perfect example of ‘its not how big it is, its what you do with it that counts.’ Tim was now positioned with his head over Arun’s groin and his fingers probed arse at Arun’s head. The constant probing was having its effect and Tim felt his anal canal sucking back as Arun pulled his two then three fingers back and out.
No words were spoken as Tim positioned himself on his knees and Arun slid up between the open legs and took his place between them. With one short thrust Arun buried himself to the hilt in the warm tunnel that he knew so well. There was no waiting just the constant hard thudding thrusting as the youth began hammering away at Tim’s fuck-chute.

Tim felt a second of pain and then heaven took over. As the boy fucked Tim drank in the smell of the boy as it wafted around him, reminding him over and over again of the times that summer he had knelt in the same position time and time again as Arun had fucked him. They did not make love, they made fuck. The feeling of the boy’s soft skin as he bounced of Tim’s arsecheeks kept sending Tim’s pulse racing faster and faster, the steel of the body beneath the soft outer reminding him of the sexual strength of the fuckbody that was now servicing him. The quickening deepening breaths Arun took excited Tim higher and higher reaching heights of lust and passion that he had ever fantasised about. As the fucking motions quickened, Tim alerted to Arun’s impending climax concentrated on contracting his anal muscles to provide greater pleasure not only to his fuckee but to himself. He could feel the hard hot cock rubbing slightly against his prostrate, just enough to prolong the elation and to increase the anticipation of sexual pleasure.

Arun began to grunt and thrust and Tim knew it was not long now. He opened his legs slightly and with long experience backed slightly harder against the hot invader. His fuckchute sucking at a faster rate than Arun was fucking had the desired effect and the boy now grunted heavily as he climaxed deep into Tim’s lovechute; the hot streams of boyspunk spitting hard against Tim’s prostrate and sending stream after stream of pleasure pounding through Tim’s wanton nervelusted body.

Arun sated collapsed across Tim’s hot trembling body as Tim shook on the edge of orgasm. Taking deep and deeper breaths Tim controlled the sensations that threatened to explode throughout his nervous system. As the boy similarly took deep breaths and murmured unknown words against his sweat covered back Tim regained control and gently began the gentle anal milking of the still hard, still hot, still pulsing boycock inside him. Carefully he began to rotate his arsehole and manipulate his back as gradually Arun’s breaths turned first to gentle moans and then to pig like grunts. At this point Arun began to gain strength and penile length and began to move slowly in time with the pulsing of his cockroot.

“Teem,” Arun moaned between his increasing short grunts, “Oh Teem, I hav missd you so much. So much, much, much,” and the dance began again although this time with a different beat. Now they steadied into a gentle fucking action, still well, well short of making love as Tim was really only the one interested in giving pleasure, Arun being really only interested in getting it and off. Slowly, slowly the rate of action increased as Tim sought to hit the rate that would also bring himself off at the same time. Steady they evolved jointly into a mutual movement of pleasure. Tim sure of destinations end allowed his passion to take over and started to lose himself in the climactic journey.

Now the bedroom door opened slowly and it was the draft of air rather than any noise that alerted Tim to the new presence in the room. Startled he looked up, the sudden movement causing Arun to grunt hard and for a moment they were out of sync. Tim looked up to see the one called Abbe standing in the doorway, watching them; a cigarette held in one hand, the smoke spiralling upwards to the ceiling, giving him a devilish look. The youth was dressed in tight fitting slightly grubby looking off white vest and briefs. The groin area was tented hard and out and as Tim watched he could see the youth’s cock pulsing and throbbing and a damp patch had appeared over the obvious knobhead. The boy smiled, his white teeth gleaming in the light, but Tim noticed that his eyes glittered with something else. Tim shivered with anticipation of , he did not know what but he felt a wave of concern cool over his skin.

Abbe said something and grabbed his engorged groin. Behind him Tim heard Arun grunt something in reply and then Abbe moved towards him pulling down his briefs to expose the wetly dripping slab of boymeat that stood out proud and lewd. As Tim started to say something he felt Arun slap him hard on the thigh, this unexpected pain caused him to open his mouth in surprise and before he could say something Tim found his mouth invaded by a wet, hot cock and the smell of cigarette smoke grew stronger.

“Suck Teem, suck Teem, you make my Abbe feel good yis,” grunted Arun, “You suck, we fuck OK,” the youth commanded.
Tim spluttered but with his mouth filled and his head now held tightly there was nothing he could do. Helpless he began to experience his first spit roast, with two good hard young cocks fucking him from both ends. Unsure and worried he tensed at first, then as the sensations in his arsehole continued to grow and were enhanced by the feeling of the hot rock in his mouth he relaxed and began to enjoy what was happening. He had fantasised about this before but never, ever felt that he would actually take part in an orgy and here he was right slap bang in the middle of it.

Arun experienced with his living cumhole continued on his selfish way towards his climax. He liked this man, he liked fucking this man and he knew this man liked the way he fucked him. He had told all of his friends of the fucking foreigner who had provided him with almost two weeks of constant sex and money and they had exchanged stories of similar foreigners who had also provided financial support for their youthful services and he knew Tim was "an easy mark" as the American movies had told him.

Beneath him Tim continued to undulate and move working towards the goal of climax. Arun now however speeded up, this was not usual and the two went permanently out of sexual sync. Tim almost groaning aloud with disappointment if it were not for the hard cock in his mouth as Arun fucked himself over the top and blasted a second load of boyseed up and hard against Tim’s lusting prostrate. As Arun’s climax subsided his cock was suddenly withdrawn leaving Tim feeling empty and frustrated. ‘This was wrong’ he wanted to protest but the demanding cock in his mouth prohibited him from doing anything but spluttering which Abbe seemed to like as it increased his pleasure.

Tim was further surprised as the offending cock was shortly withdrawn, but before he could do anything it was replaced by another.
“My frens like you Teem. I say you good fren, good fuck," ;-the soft sweet voice breathed over his cheek and Tim felt Arun’s hand caress his sweat damp back. As Arun spoke Tim felt the warm prickheat at his rear and he grunted as Abbe thrust hard and thick and hot, burying his six inches of Mediterranean meat inside him. Tim jerked at the initial pain and then as the hard hands grabbed his arse cheeks together and forced them closer together and mashed them around the invading pole; he slipped into the new fuckrhythm. He looked anxiously to the left to catch a glance of his beloved Arun sitting on the bed beside him. Tim could see the boys’ limpid, semen dripping cock lying gently on his thigh. The sight of this much loved muscle caused Tim to twitch with unrequited lust and then instinctively Tim found himself adjusting to the new tempo of the cock thrusting away inside him and altered his own position to get the new cockhead rubbing in the right place. Arun continued to caress Tim’s back, occasionally stroking the side of Tim’s face as he sucked at the new cock, invading his mouth.

As Tim steadied into the new syncopation he felt a light touch on his right side and glancing away from his beloved Arun he looked to see the last boys cock sliding slickly up and down his cheek. The new cock, thick and wet moved slowly towards the cock thrusting in and out of his mouth. Tim was held tightly by the youth he was sucking and his head was pressed hard against the youth’s stomach. The new cock rubbed up against his lips and he could hear more of the boys’ musical language. Suddenly he felt his head being released, but it was only for a moments and then to his horror he felt his mouth being stretched as two younghard cocks fought their thrusting way inside.

“Is good Teem,” Arun smiled sexily against his bulging cheek, “my frens say you good fucking foreigner – the bestest ever,” the youth added proudly. Again Tim found the sweet smell of the boy intoxicating and with his passion mounting gave in to the now triple mounting he was taking. The sensations of two cocks fighting for superiority in his mouth became exhilarating, whilst the third cock in his arse now began to constantly hit his g-spot. Tim felt his pulse racing faster than ever and his temperature rising as his own climax neared. His friends were really not going to believe it when he told them about this.
To be continued...