This is the second part of an experience I had back in the 80s when I was 18. A lecturer I was sleeping with had taken me to the flat of a gay couple. We all had a drink and a rest as a couple more short films played. I was sat on the sofa with Mark, and Mr. West on the other sofa with Mal. As we sat there, hard core fucking on the screen, three naked men surrounding me and the delicious smell of sex and cum in the air my cock, which had softened slightly earlier was now as hard as ever. Mal noticed this and told Mark that he was best placed to play with it. In response Mark slid to the floor and kneeling between my legs, started to kiss the inside of my thighs, letting his tongue and teeth do their work as his hands pushed my legs wider open. My cock was already hard but with this treatment it was instantly not just hard hard but throbbing. By the time he had licked his way over my balls and up the shaft I was begging for him to go down on me. Thank god he did, and as he started to bob up and down Mal moved and knelt beside us to take pics, leaning in close to get shots of my cock, wet with Mark’s saliva and my juices, sliding in and out of his mouth. Mr. West came and sat on the sofa next to me and started kissing me passionately. Mark brought me close to cumming a couple of times but knew just when to break off before I reached the point of no return. However Mr. West’s kisses now turned into biting and sucking down my neck until he arrived at my nipples. He alternated gentle kissing and licking with hard biting which would probably have made cum even without Mark sucking my cock. As it was though I could no longer hold back and, without giving any warning, shot my load into Marks mouth. He quickly pulled back so that a second spurt shot in a line onto my stomach. The relief was huge and I was gasping and shouting out as I managed another spurt of cum. The camera clicked a few times taking pics of my spunk covered torso and Mr West returned to kissing me. I hardly had a chance to enjoy his mouth though as he moved out of the way to allow Mal to get close, holding his rigid cock in his fist and staring at me with a serious, almost angry expression. He proceeded to rub his rigid prick across my stomach, coating it liberally with my cum. Once he was a satisfied he moved to my mouth and ordered me to suck him clean. As I worked his hard cock, making sure he knew I was swallowing every trace of my own cum I was dimly aware of Mr. West getting up and then the sound of the camera. Once he was satisfied with my cleaning Mal took hold of my head with both hands to give me some more of his rough mouth fucking. After a few moments like this I was flipped over onto my front, lying across the length of the sofa. Mal sat on the cushion in front of me and pulled my head down to continue blowing him, whilst someone began kissing and licking round my arse. Probing fingers ran up and down my arse crack, and to help them gain better access I pulled my knees up and braced my hands either side of Mal’s hips so that I could kneel and spread. With my arse in the air I felt a hand on each cheek open me wide, and then they really went to town, licking and tonguing with relish. I had loved being rimmed from the first moment a tongue touched my arse but having this done to me as I sucked on another man’s thick cock was mind blowing. Whoever was behind me was now working their tongue against my hole, pushing to penetrate me. I had been using my dildo every time I masturbated at home, and had had my anal virginity taken by a friend of Mr West a week or two before, so knew that I could accommodate them, but the feeling of someone’s tongue inside me was indescribably delicious. All too soon though he pulled out, but replaced it with a finger. I assumed he had applied lube as initially his finger was cool inside me, making me shiver. He took his time with a few strokes to ensure I was comfortable before he added another finger, which made me gasp and lift my head, releasing Mal’s cock from my mouth. Although I was slippery there was still some pain and discomfort but Mal Just told me to relax and get used to it, as “...I would be getting a lot more than a finger” As I became comfortable and the pain eased into a feeling of exquisite fullness and incredible deep pleasure I was equally thrilled in anticipation of Mals threat. I had my eyes closed, focusing on the sensations in my arse, so didn’t really notice Mal getting up until I was manoeuvred off the sofa and into a kneeling position on the floor, with my head, chest and arms resting on the sofa cushion. I now found that it was Mark who had been giving my arse so much attention, but just as I found this out he slowly pulled his fingers out, making me cry out and spasm at the sudden emptiness. In only a moment though I felt a cool wetness as more lube was rubbed into my hole. Looking behind me I saw Mal taking position, rubbing him rampant cock with one lube covered hand as he pushed another greased finger inside of me. Although I was willing Mal to use and abuse my hole as roughly as he had my mouth I was still unprepared for how hard and deep he rammed his finger and let out an involuntary gasp of pain as my body tried to pull away. In an instant Mark appeared kneeling next to me and put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me into the cushion of the sofa to pin me down. As he did this he was whispering my in my ear to relax and breathe, and that I was doing really well. I knew that this worked so concentrated on relaxing myself, and was rewarded as the pain diminished and I was able to enjoy the wonderful sensation of being penetrated. The lube was also working it’s magic and soon I was moaning with pleasure as Mal’s fingers were pushed in and out, getting faster as my moans encouraged him. I was in a semi delirious state as the sensation of the arse fingering, Marks body pressed close to mine and his whispers of encouragement in my ear mingled with the horniness of the whole incredible situation. After a minute or two Mal eased his finger out and more cool lube was applied. I guessed what was about to follow and tried to keep my breathing deep and steady to avoid tensing up. Even so as I felt my hole stretch and the pressure build my body still tried to fight this intrusion. Mark was whispering encouragement as the head of Mal’s cock pushed against my hole, opening me up. I started to tense up in anticipation of the pain, but in fact, although it was uncomfortable I was not so painful that I could not enjoy the sensation, helped by Mal who was calling me all sorts of names and threatening me with the roughest fuck imaginable. This combination of the physical act and my subservience just gave me an incredible feeling of pure ecstasy that made my head buzz like I had taken poppers. Once he was fully in me he let his cock rest for a moment with about half his length in, before starting to thrust in and out. He only used small movements at first but that was enough to have me begging for more through clenched teeth, and he responded with more insistent thrusts, each one getting deeper into me. Each thrust was accompanied by him calling me slut, bitch, whore and more. His hands had been on my arse cheeks pulling me wide open, but now he had me pinned in place with his thick cock like a skewer he moved them to my hips to get a better purchase, and the speed of his pounding increased. I was gasping and moaning with every thrust, just managing to form a few words to beg for more. Mal was also becoming noisier, his talking turning to a grunt with every push and all too soon his hands gripped tight on my hips, his cock pushed deep into me and I felt an intense sensation of being filled. He remained totally still for a few moments as he pumped his hot cum into my arse, gasping out “fuck, fuck” in a guttural voice. I also heard Mark and Mr. West joining in with gasps of pleasure as they realised that my arse was getting bred. I realised I had been holding my breath and biting my lip, but just as I gulped some air and started to relax Mal slid his still hard cock out. The shock of this and the feeling of emptiness was so intense it made me shout out and my body crumpled. Before I could do anything though Mark quickly released his grip on me and flipped me over onto my back, pulling me to the floor. He was red faced and glistening with sweat as he pulled my legs apart, hooking his hands behind my knees and got into a position to push his cock against my hole. I was stretched and still wet from the lube and Mal’s cum so he slipped into me easily and wasted no time in gentle foreplay, but instead started pounding me from the outset. My whole body was bouncing with each thrust as he rammed himself into me. Although his cock was not as thick as Mals he was longer and, in this new position was able to penetrate me so deeply. I was loving every moment of this, as I was learning that being fucked in the arse was even more intense and pleasurable than I had dared to hope. When I had played with my fingers or objects I had enjoyed the additional sensation as an accompaniment to my wanking, but being speared by a strangers rock hard prick my whole focus was on the sensation of being fucked and I had no interest in my own cock at all. The sensation of Mark’s hard prick thrusting, penetrating, his hips slapping against my arse cheeks, his grunts and gasps and the presence of the other two men watching and encouraging us, the smell of sex and cum...it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I was so in the moment and focused on Mark fucking me that I was not paying a great deal of attention to the other two. I was dimly aware that Mal had taken the camera back and was taking the odd snap, whilst Mr. West was standing, watching his beautiful boy getting fucked hard, an expression of pure lust on his face and his erect cock in his hand. Suddenly Mark released my legs and pulled out. I hardly had time to register this before I was flipped over and pulled up to get on all fours. Mark immediately resumed fucking me in this new position and, as I had found during my first experience of doggy style he seemed to be getting even deeper inside me. I had my eyes closed most of the time in a semi-delirious state of ecstasy, so didn’t know Mr. West had knelt in front of me until he lifted my head up and pushed his hard cock to my lips. I was able to open my mouth enough to allow him in, but so spaced out from the fucking I was receiving that I hardly had the strength to move my head. Fortunately Mr. West clearly wanted to dictate the pace, and as I clamped my lips round his shaft and pushed my tongue against the head he began to fuck my mouth. This was intense, and I was dimly aware that this was yet another fantasy of mine being fulfilled in this small flat over a pub, but the reality was so much better than anything I had ever imagined. We were only in this position for a minute or so before Marks thrusting speeded up and with a cry he gave me my second load of the night in my arse. Again I felt the fullness of his cum adding to the feel of his cock, and it was so delicious that I released Mr Wests swollen member for a moment to gasp loudly. Mark stayed inside me and as his softening cock eased the pressure on my hole I was finally able to focus on Mr. West. I began to work his cock with my mouth and tongue rather than just passively let him face fuck me, and was rewarded with his groans of pleasure. Sure enough it didn’t take long until he shot his load, and I was able to enjoy the familiar taste of him as I swallowed his seed. As Mr West fell back exhausted and spent Mark finally took his wilted cock out of my arse. I was trembling with excitement and pleasure but was once again overwhelmed with a sense of exhaustion, and just flopped down on the floor where I was. Although I hadn’t been aware of it, at some point during that final spit roasting I had also orgasmed, and there was a puddle of my cum on the carpet which was now squashed against me. Mr. West pulled me to him and gave me a long hug, whispering to me how good I had been as I slowly recovered. I managed to get up enough strength to go to the bathroom and clean up, and when I came out Mr. West was dressed and Mark and Mal had put on dressing gowns. Before I could reach for my clothes Mal gave me a big hug, squeezing me tight and thanking me. Mark also did the same, telling me between kisses how much they had enjoyed having me. Once dressed and outside in the cooling night air I realised I was exhausted but also elated. Although my arsehole was starting to feel a little tender and tingling my head was buzzing and, as we walked I could not help but blather on to Mr. West about what had just happened. Although I had intended getting the bus home he suggested I come back and stay the night with him. So we ended the evening snuggled up in his bed, tired, exhausted and very, very satisfied...