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Harry, Willie, Alf and Tommy

By patrick buckley

submitted April 9, 2015

Categories: Fetish

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… Chapter One: After finishing school I got a job in a large and successful warehouse as their computer fundi. Fortunately I was paid an above average salary because of my considerable computer knowledge. Being a geek in high school had really paid off. I was average looking and measured 5’9” in height. I weighed about one hundred and forty five pounds and had an attractive physique. No, I didn’t wear geeky spectacles, and my vision was very good! I was no stud, but had a slightly above average 7” cock that was regrettably circumcised. People did not stop and stare at me in awe, but being nineteen years of age was certainly an advantage. I had moved to the small city/large town where I was employed with great relief, having gotten away from family. I could now embrace my homosexuality with no qualms. The small apartment that I rented was very private, and extremely well situated. Prior to beginning my new job a year before, and in the ensuing ten months my sex life had been almost nonexistent. An occasional grope and wank at school with another male about summed it up. Ten months after my working life began however, my existence changed significantly when I was asked if I wanted to visit the “cinema” in an Adult bookstore near my home while purchasing a porn DVD. I had no idea what the person behind the counter was talking about, but paid the required amount to enter the “den of iniquity”. I was buzzed though into the back section of the store and entered. The back section was rather seedy. Walking through the door I observed a passage going in both directions. To the right the passage was rather short, and as you turned the corner left, there were two toilets on the right hand side. Opposite on the left there was a room of about twenty four square metres with a large screen television playing a straight porn video. Some slut was being spit-roasted by two hunky guys. There were about fifteen plastic chairs in this room all facing the monitor. An elderly man sat alone in this room playing with his penis. Disinterested I moved back to the passage where I had entered the door to the “cinema” section, and proceeded left. About four metres after the entry door there was a passage that led off to the right. In this passage there was a room directly before me, and one to my right that were unoccupied. Both were small and had raised built-in bunks with green plastic mattresses. On the left there was another room with a large flat screen television playing a gay video. There were also about a dozen or so chairs’ facing the screen, but the room was unoccupied. I exited this section and walked further down the long left passage. At the end there was a small staircase. To the left before the staircase there was another passage with several locked rooms that I later learned were for private viewing. These were very small and could not have been more that 2x1 metres in size. Each one obviously had its own television with a plastic chair. To the right before the staircase, there were four larger cubicles with huge glory-holes that faced towards a platform that the stairs led up to. As I went up the stairs there was a fairly good looking man standing in front of the last glory-hole cubicle. I immediately descended the stairs and entered the cubicle that he was standing above. I was met by an uncut cock protruding through the glory-hole, which I instantly began to suckle on. Being no oral expert I did my very best. He bent down after a while and told me to keep my head still so that he could face-fuck me. I obliged and he started thrusting rapidly. As I relaxed the process became quite enjoyable. With supreme concentration I was eventually able to accommodate his entire dick in my mouth. I heard him instruct me to use my tongue which I did. Shortly after that he shot his load into my mouth. The taste was quite pleasant. Once finished he pulled his pants up and left immediately. After my graduation into oral sex, I milled around for about thirty minutes, but nothing else happened. It was hopefully a slow night, and the other two “visitors” that I encountered simply did not do it for me. I left elated if somewhat disappointed. My routine at the bookstore after my initial visit was restricted to two visits a week. I would visit for an hour or so on Wednesday evenings, and then would spend about two hours at the establishment late on a Saturday afternoons. The visits following my initial visit were a lot more interesting at the bookstore. I really loved the glory hole section, and that is where I spent most of my time. I even had a scene in one of the cubicles, and sadly have to admit that my cherry was taken by an anonymous and unremarkable man. I had at last had anal sex. Thankfully he was quite gentle, and I was initiated in a pleasant way. Chapter Two: After leaving bookstore at around seven o’clock one Saturday evening, I met Harry sitting a half a block from the bookstore. He was a homeless man, and sat on the ground with his back propped up against a shop window and was holding a cute little dog. As I knelt a small way from him the little dog ran over. As I patted the dog Harry asked me if I had had a good time in the bookstore, having observed me exit from there. I smiled and said that it hadn’t been too bad. Harry asked me if I lived nearby to which I nodded yes. He then asked me if I had some food to spare, as he was rather hungry. I will never understand why, but I invited him to follow me. He did so with his dog and a fairly large duffel bag. Harry was about six feet tall, and was fairly clean looking. He was forty five years old and was not too bad on the eye. While walking to the apartment he told me that he could do with a shower if I would allow it, and I told him that that wouldn’t be a problem. When we arrived at the apartment I gave the dog a bowl with a few titbits, and plated up some leftovers for Harry. As he ate I took note of his hands. They were a little grubby but his nails were short and fairly clean. He had also removed his cap, to reveal a full head of mouse-brown hair that was clipped quite short. He had two day old stubble and his teeth looked to be in good condition. He told me that he visited a homeless shelter on Mondays and Thursdays to shower and shave. They also supplied him with a meal on those days. When he finished eating I offered to do his washing for him, and he gratefully accepted. I told him to strip and give me everything that needed to be washed. Standing naked before me, he was a sexy and well-proportioned man. He had reasonable body hair, and a substantial uncut cock, which I would later find out later, was about eight inches hard. I placed all his clothing in my washer/dryer, and set it on the required five hour cycle. I informed him he could stay the night, and that I would iron all his clothing early the next morning. Harry sat nude on a towel on the sofa as we sipped our beers, and enjoyed a few smokes. At around nine we headed for bed after I had placed a small blanket on the ground for the dog to sleep on. Before getting into bed Harry asked if he should shower first. I replied that I would prefer him to do so in the morning. As we lay in bed I got a good whiff of his b/o. It wasn’t hectic, but strong and masculine. He moved on top of me and pushed my legs apart with his knees. He really enjoyed kissing, and was very good at it. He ground his cock into me as we made out for the next ten minutes. As he nibbled on my ear he told me to turn onto my stomach. He lifted his body and I changed position before he lowered himself back onto me. His cock then slid up and down my crevice for the next few minutes. I could feel my crack becoming slimier, as his cock oozed copious amounts of pre-cum between my cheeks. Harry then lifted slightly and started inserting his cock into me. He was a lot bigger than the first guy that fucked me, and the pain was fairly intense. He took his time and before too long was balls-deep in my hole. Rhythmically he started thrusting into me while licking my neck and ears. The rough stubble on his face was driving me crazy. He pulled both my arms up on either side of my head and started caressing them with his rough hands. I had never experienced anything as erotic as this in my entire life. He kept varying his pace, and fucked me for forty glorious minutes. When he emptied his load into me, I had cum twice on the sheet. We were both very sweaty when he got off me, and I suggested we go to the lounge and have another smoke and a beer. He was very happy with that idea. When retuned to bed a while later, Harry got straight on top of me and resumed our lovemaking. This time however I was on my back. When he inserted his dick into me, it felt twice the size it had before. Thankfully after five minutes, I had adapted to my anal intruder and with my legs wrapped around him enjoyed my second fucking. Before coming after twenty minutes, Harry pulled out of me and moved his cock to my mouth. Soon he was spewing his load into my mouth. Once round two finished, we were in dreamland within five minutes. The following morning I awoke and went to the bathroom to douche. Returning to the bed I observed Harry lying on top of the duvet. I walked over and kissed him before lifting his left arm and cleaning his armpit. Soon the right armpit followed to oohs and ah’s from Harry. I moved down to his genitals and washed them with my tongue. His cock was rock hard as I tugged on his tight foreskin to release its prisoner. The head was very funky and obviously saw the light of day very seldom. Having never rimmed anyone, I decided to explore this practice as well. Harry pulled his legs back, and I winced at the pungent smell emanating from his crack, but dove right in and licked voraciously. As I finished Harry hopped off the bed and pulling me into the doggy position fucked me at the edge of the bed. Overexcited as he was, his entry was quick and painful. His powerful hands however made it clear that escape was not an option. After a while he lifted my torso and started caressing my body with his arms around me. Harry then pushed me on to the bed on my stomach, and leaning on straight arms really started plowing into me. After a few minutes he shot his load into my arse. With Harry on top of me we lay on the bed for a while to regain our composure. Chapter Three: While Harry showered and shaved, I made breakfast. I also gave him a new toothbrush from one of my many spares. I had seen the one he was using the previous evening, and it looked as if it had reached its sell by date a year earlier. After breakfast I ironed all his clothing in twenty minutes. Once dressed, shaved and cleaned, he looked very respectable. I asked him if he wanted to stay for lunch, but he regrettably had an engagement and could not. Apparently a buddy of his named Willie had been beaten up that week, and was in hospital. Already missing four teeth, Willie had gotten another four knocked out. As if that wasn’t bad enough, while in hospital four of his back teeth were also extracted because they were totally rotten. Harry said he was pleased about this in a way, because Willie had a breath that could raise the living dead, and hopefully the extractions had sorted that out. He told me that Willie was a really great guy, and that I would like him a lot. I politely said that I would love to meet him. Before leaving I gave Harry some money, five packets of cigarettes and a packet of sandwiches for later. He asked me if he would see me the following Saturday. I smiled and answered: “same time, same place”. After he left I was very pleased about my reckless decision the previous evening. I would definitely look out for him the following Saturday. That Wednesday evening was a good one at the bookstore. I met a guy a year older than me called Tommy. I introduced myself as Warren after which we chatted for a while. Tommy was taller than me and about thirty pounds overweight. He had a cute face and lovely demeanor, but lived with his parents and was shit-scared of them finding out that he was gay. It was really strange to engage someone in this place of total anonymity. We moved to one of the cubicles and undressed. He was quite hairy and had a cut cock that was almost identical to mine. He was very loveable and adored kissing, so we kissed for twenty minutes while fondling one another. Being versatile, he loved giving and receiving, and I would finally get to penetrate someone. We flip-flopped for half an hour before shooting our loads into each other’s mouths. The kissing never ceased throughout our encounter, and once done he asked me if he would see me again the following week. I replied that I would like that very much. Spent, we left the bookstore and went our separate ways. As I walked home smiling, I knew that he could become a habit with me. On Saturday I half heatedly went to the bookstore. I was far more interested in seeing Harry after my visit. I milled around and sucked one guy off through a glory-hole. After the required time had passed, I left hoping like hell that Harry would be waiting. As I left the bookstore I was delighted to see him in the same location as last time, dog and all. What surprised me however was that he had a tall lanky man with him that I surmised was the buddy he had spoken about, it appeared that my politeness had been taken literally. Where one would take some time to realize that Harry was homeless with Willie it was totally obvious. With his missing teeth, his mouth looked like a poorly maintained graveyard with missing tombstones. He was ugly, with huge prominent ears, and a large nose. He had wispy blond hair that was almost white, with white eyelashes and a pale ruddy complexion. His flimsy beard was slightly darker than his hair, and had a reddish tinge. His eyes were very light brown, with a hint of green. He stood around 6”2” with a wiry body and huge hands and feet. His clothing was really grubby with holes in his pants, a moth-eaten shirt and very dirty trainers. When we shook hands his b/o was powerful. When Harry asked if Willie could tag along, I almost bailed. The shit-face smile and look of anticipation on Willie’s face however made me relent, and I replied that it wasn’t a problem at all. Willie also had a duffel bag, albeit smaller than Harry’s and we left shortly in the direction of my home. After arriving I fed the dog his titbits, and plated up two dishes for Harry and Willie. Before sitting down at the table, I asked them to strip so I could do the washing. The clothes they were wearing and the contents of the duffel bags were soon being washed in the washer/dryer, and they were soon seated on hand towels at the dining table, eating and enjoying a beer. When Willie stripped, I observed that his skin was very pale. He was almost hairless, except for tufts under his arms, and above his crotch. His feet and hands were really attractive, but his hands however were in need a really good scrubbing. He wore size thirteen shoes, and Harry size ten. His cock was like no other I had ever seen, nor would ever see again. It was extremely pale, almost translucent, with prominent blue veins crisscrossing the entire dick. As I later learned his cock was nine inches long and had a very pronounced upward curve. When erect the tip of his cock touched his body above his bellybutton. It tapered from a very thick base, to a fairly small head that was totally undiscernible under a very long non retractable foreskin. The extra skin off the end of his cock looked like a wrinkled dried fruit of sorts. Willie also had the strangest balls I had ever seen. The actual balls were not particularly large, but his scrotum hung halfway down his legs. His balls were also very pale with blue veins, and were almost totally hairless. After dinner we sat in the lounge while smoking and drinking beer. Willie had an infantile sense of humor, but one couldn’t help but laugh as he joked, chuckled and chatted. After a while he asked me if I didn’t feel a bit overdressed for the occasion. I laughed and left for the room to strip before retuning naked to join the two men in the lounge. I sat on the couch opposite the guys who occupied the two chairs. In a while Willie got up and joined me on the couch. Chapter Four: Willie put his arm around my neck as he moved closer to me. I was rather pleased I had not met him a week earlier because his breath wasn’t exactly fragrant, and it was clear that oral hygiene was not a great priority in his life. His b/o was also adding to the hum that enveloped us. He swiftly placed his mouth over mine and started to snog me ardently. His penetrating tongue was long and thick as he slobbered over my lips. The gaps between his teeth felt strange as my tongue played around his mouth. Soon he had me flat on my back in the middle of the couch as he assumed a sixty-nine position with me. His cock smelt of urine as it danced above my face, and as he entered my mouth I was amazed how comfortably his curved cock slipped into my mouth and down my throat. Before long he was balls-deep in my mouth and throat. As he sucked on my cock, I felt my legs being lifted, and then the unmistakable prodding of another cock pushing at my hole. I could hardly utter a sound as Harry’s cock forced it way into me. I was in fucking heaven, and I prayed that this would carry on all night. My very first threesome and I had hit the jackpot. After five minutes Willie tried to get off me presumably to swap places with Harry, but I clung on to his arse with all my might. I heard him tell Harry that they had better retain their current station. A few minutes later Willie came down my throat, as I shot my load into his mouth. As he got off me, Harry continued fucking my arse before unloading into me soon after. We all resumed our seats after grabbing another beer and lighting up cigarettes. Willie asked if we were going to shower, but Harry told him that I would “clean” them when we got to the bedroom. Both men now needed to piss, and I wasn’t about to allow yet another new milestone in my sexual education go to waste. I told them I wanted them to piss on me and down my throat. Both smiled broadly as we moved to the shower. We got into the shower, and Harry moved up first. As I knelt before him he started pissing all over me, and I was soon drinking his golden nectar straight from the tap as Willie watched entranced. Willie stepped up next and sprayed me sopping wet through his flappy rumpled foreskin, before I also swallowed his delicious yellow sap thirstily. Before leaving the shower I offered to clean both their butt-holes. Willie went first, and this was quite an ordeal. I was so horny at that point however, that it did not matter. Harry followed, and his butt was far less hectic. We returned to the lounge and smoked and drank. They had continually mentioned Alf during the evening, and when I asked about him I was told that he definitely wouldn’t be into our scene. Jokingly they said that he was the third member of the “Three Stooges”, as they called themselves. They all hung out together and looked out for one another. According to them however he was a bit homophobic. When we went to bed that evening I was fucked by Willie initially. His cock was unbelievable. His curved cock totally pulverized my prostate. I lay on my back and got a prostate massage that measured ten on the Richter-Scale. I shot two loads without touching my cock. “Stink Willie” was the best fuck I had ever had in my life. Thank goodness I had invited him along! His slobber all over my face made no difference at all; in fact he could salivate over me all day long. After Willie came in me, Harry took over and fucked me for the next twenty minutes. After the festivities, we all soon fell asleep with me in the middle of the two. Early the next morning at around five Willie shook me awake. He told me to follow him to the lounge. We lay on the floor in the sixty-nine position, and with my head raised slightly he pissed down my throat in “installments”, with my right hand controlling the flow. Every time I needed to breathe he would lift off me so I could inhale fresh oxygen. Once the pissing finished he started face fucking me, and once again his exaggerated thrusting allowed me plenty of oxygen. As he face-fucked me I begged him to not come for as long as possible, and he did not disappoint. Often he would pull out of my mouth, and let his cock hover above my face for thirty seconds before reinserting. Our scene lasted for a wonderful half hour. Once finished I licked his armpits clean, and then gave him another arse cleaning. Horny again, he placed me on my back and lifted my legs before inserting his cock into me. He lay on top of me and slowly fucked me again. We kissed, he sucked my ears, I sucked his dirty fingers and he slobbered all over my face. It was heaven! After he came, we fell asleep in that position as his cock slipped out of me. Harry woke us up an hour later. After breakfast I did their ironing while they showered. They did stay for lunch, and left midafternoon. I gave both of them money for the week, and five packets of cigarettes each. I also gave them a packet of sandwiches for that evening. Willie also got a complimentary toothbrush. Chapter Five: The following week, Tommy and I again enjoyed our flip-flop session at the bookstore on Wednesday. On Saturday Harry and Willie again visited and we followed the same ritual as before. This weekly routine continued for the next three weeks. During this period I bought Willie and Harry new trainers, four pairs of socks each, three new shirts each, as well as pair of jeans each. They were looking more and more respectable. I also bought hair clippers and took to becoming their hairdresser rather well. After four weeks when I exited the bookstore on Saturday, I was surprised to see only Willie waiting for me. Sadly I learnt that Harry’s brother had tracked him down, and had invited him to live with their family. They had built a flat for him on their property, and were hoping that they could “rehabilitate” him into the normal world again. I had really come to like this man and his little dog, and was very sad to lose contact with them. On the other hand I was pleased for him, and really hoped that this new development would work out for him. Willie and I had a wonderful time that evening, and he only left late the following day. Over the next two weeks I would also see him more regularly, and he had started coming directly to my home. The first week I saw him on Tuesday and Thursday evening in addition to the Saturday/Sunday visit, and the following week Monday was also included with the other days. Two weeks later he arrived at my home on Saturday with Alf. I was rather taken aback, but decided to relax and take things in my stride. Alf was about 5’10”, and had a dark complexion. He was handsome but very rough looking. He had a stocky build with dark black shoulder length hair and a longish black beard. His clothes were rather ragged, and he was quite skanky. Both naturally had their duffel bags with them. When I asked the guys for their clothes Alf undressed very reluctantly. He had a beautiful masculine body, and was powerfully built. His feet and hands were very big and broad but rather dirty. He was very hairy and had a very thick cock. It looked like one of those old pictures you see of an atomic bomb. It was incredibly fat in the middle and tapered off to either end. It must have been seven to eight inches soft, with a foreskin that completely covered the head. His dick was very dark and surrounded by a forest of black hair. His balls were huge and would not have been out of place on a horse. He was fucking hot, and had tattoos on his upper arms, chest and back. With the washing going I plated up their food, and they sat on hand towels at the dining table drinking and eating. After dinner I asked Alf if he wanted a haircut and beard trim. He shrugged and replied: “Yeah, why not”. When I asked him what he wanted me to do, he replied: “Whatever”. He sat in the kitchen on a chair, and I went to work. I used a “number four” on his head and beard. After completing the job he had a long shower. I did the dishes and cleaned up all the hair, and when he emerged from the bathroom he looked magnificent. He was fucking beautiful! He had really given himself a good scrubbing. His hands and feet were clean, and his new hairstyle and beard looked fantastic. When Willie and I applauded, I saw him smile for the very first time. We sat and had a few more beers and smokes before retiring to bed. I made a bed for Alf on the large couch with two duvets and two cushions. As he snuggled in Willie and I left for the bedroom. The sex with Willie was incredible as usual, and after an hour of fucking we fell asleep. The next morning the breakfast ritual was followed by ironing as always. Both guys stayed for lunch, and I went all out. By four o’clock they were on their way with smokes, money and leftovers. I saw Willie on Monday and Tuesday that week, and on Wednesday my flip-flop session with Tommy took place as always. I did not see Willie on either Thursday or Friday. On Saturday as I left the bookstore he was also not in his usual spot. The following week I again did not see Willie at all, and did not even visit the bookstore on that Wednesday evening as normal because of my growing concern over Willie’s absence. I was sure that he would pitch on Saturday and sat in the bookstore watching a gay video and counting down the minutes till seven o’clock. I was totally disinterested in any action whatsoever, and at seven as I walked out the door of the bookstore I prayed that I would see Willie. As I approached the usual spot I saw Alf standing there with a sullen face. When I asked about Willie he shrugged and started crying. Willie was dead! He had been killed by some rednecks the previous week. Willie was always prone to getting into fights hence all the missing teeth. A bunch of thugs had attacked him the previous Wednesday when Willie had intervened while they were harassing some girl. They brutally assaulted him and he had died two days later in hospital. Alf had only found out about the incident three days before on Wednesday. There were no witnesses, and Alf was sure they would get away with it. As he put it: “Who cares about a homeless person in any case”. Alf and I stood there crying like two babies. He placed his arm around my shoulder and offered to walk me home. Chapter Six: When we arrived at my place I invited Alf to spend the night. I plated up food for him that I had made in anticipation of Willie’s visit. Having not eaten in twenty four hours, Alf got stuck in, but I couldn’t eat. I fetched two beers, and sat with him while he ate in the nude with the washer/dryer in full cry. After dinner we sat and spoke for an hour or two. He regaled me with Willie and Harry stories and we laughed and cried. I made his bed as usual on the couch and departed to my bedroom. On the Sunday morning I made breakfast while Alf showered. After breakfast I did the ironing as usual. During lunch Alf asked me if I could get him a job at the warehouse where I worked as he was tired of his present existence. I told him that I would ask my boss to interview him. We ate leftovers for dinner around seven that evening, and after a few beers and smokes we went to bed at nine. I lay in bed thinking about all that had happened over the past several weeks. Alf entered my room and got into bed with me, giving me a hug before we fell asleep. No other physical contact took place. On Monday I left my spare set of house keys with him, so he could come and go as he pleased. I spoke to my boss who agreed to interview Alf on Tuesday. At lunch time I went shopping and bought Alf four new shirts, two pairs of jeans, two pairs of trainers, six underpants and six pairs of socks. When I arrived home Alf was sitting on the couch. As I handed over my purchases he asked me if I had lost my mind, I told him that he had to be dressed properly if he was serious about his interview. He was elated and I again saw his beautiful smile. We ate dinner at seven and got into “my” bed by nine, and I got another hug before we drifted off. Alf got the job the following day, and that evening I told him that he could stay with me as long as he needed to. When he asked me why I was doing all of this for him, I said that it was what Harry and Willie would have expected of me. He reminded me that he wasn’t gay. I laughed and replied with a naughty smile; “what a great pity, I would love to suck your beautiful cock”. He observed me for a long while. Slowly he started pulling his zipper down………


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