Gang Bang Tim - Part one

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.