Chapter 8 - All good things
Ben's idea of a quiet holiday on his own, just fishing, had completely gone out of the window. As the long days passed, he found himself, day after day, almost invariably drawn back to that house by the water with its lawn stretching down to the lake and hot tub looking out over the water. Drawn by his penis really; though that was not in any way to downplay the convivial company of his newfound friends. He liked them all. Enjoyed being with them, but he also very much enjoyed the free and easy sex. He never knew from one day to the next what game they would be up to. It was like a group of children playing all sorts of different games... only they were very much adult games.
Walking towards the house along the lake shore his eyes sought out his friends. Were they up and about? 'Up' perhaps being the operative word. What weirdness he had found. He might, indeed, find himself walking towards them all and seeing them not just up and about all naked and, moreover, the men actually 'up' erect. Might find himself shaking hands with naked, erect men or, just as easily finding, himself invited to kiss the girls, perhaps on their cheeks, perhaps on their mouths but, again, just as easily, on their nether lips, burying his face in Mary and Liz's full 'beards' and then Felicity's smooth shaved sex, pushing his tongue in, in a 'French kiss' way. Yes -- by way of greeting!
And then might it be deemed a politeness to rub against or suck the men's cocks? And he knew he would. He knew he would go with the flow, rub his penis against his friend's erections or wrap his lips around Greg's large organ and Graham's, as if it was as normal a greeting as anything and for them to do the same. He might well be greeted by all five of them -- three women and two men -- sucking his cock.
But that morning, whilst the men were there lying back upon loungers, as Ben came up to them, there was neither tumescence nor an invitation to suck. They were naked nonetheless.
"Morning Ben, coffee?"
Again, rather strange to remove all his clothes and join them. Just to do that so casually would be something he would look back on with amazement. He was not even invited to strip. He just did.
He lay back enjoying the sun and chatting. Liz came out of the house and joined them. She was wearing a short blue dress which so suited her, the blue against her orange hair. A kiss to his cheek in greeting, so not the full on greeting he had been imagining but her hand did briefly cup his penis and balls. Very friendly!
"Well, what today," asked Liz pouring herself a cup of coffee, "what shall we do? Go visiting, go out for lunch -- I expect Ben will want to fuck again. He seems to like fucking!"
Mary arrived and joined in. "Felicity wants to play 'Enforcement.' And then go out for lunch." She turned as Felicity too arrived.
"Enforcement?" Ben had to ask. What was that?
Mary looked at him, "enforced sex of course. You have no option. Five to one. It's a bit exciting in a way. You run away but then you are caught... Bit like your first thoughts for the island, except it's not just one to one, but five to one. You have no chance."
"It's play ra..."
"Absolutely. Fantasy only. A very adult game. But I see, Ben, you like the idea."
How could he not. The idea of five overpowering him and having their permissive way got to him. Bad in a way. Very bad but it was only a game.
Mary reached and bounced his erection up and down in her hand. Ben so liked the easy way they seemed to touch. Certainly, liked the easy way he could erect in company. He turned and watched as Mary's husband's penis grew. Mary reached and then held them both.
"Mmmm, nice firm cocks. Well, look at you, Graham, do you think you are missing out?"
Again, Ben marvelled at how he had just slipped into the strange and so public sexuality of this group. Men with exposed erections, women keen to hold them -- it was wonderful - what might happen next?
He soon found out.
"Hold him down."
All at once they were upon him. Hands to his hands, hands to his ankles, hands pulling him into a spread-eagled position; ten hands to his two. There was nothing he could do. A sudden surge of excitement and that went straight to his cock. It was jerking.
Ben was held down as they all played with him. And it was all. Everyone playing with his cock, doing all sorts of playful things until he was right on the edge and then they let him go. For a second or two he just lay there expecting more. His penis had been stroked by five pairs of hands; his foreskin had been moved up and down many times; each of his friends had held his balls; soft lips had brushed his knob; warm mouths had engulfed him and sucked; breasts and nipples had been stroked across his smooth skin and firm penises had been rubbed against his own. Such sexual things had been done to him; fingers had tapped at the fluid that had leaked from his penis as he had been brought almost to ejaculation, whilst very firmly held down, but now he was free. Free on the edge of cumming. Ben knew what was expected of him. He ran.
Naked people running on the lake shore; aroused naked people in full tilt, no doubt with an eye for unexpected walkers on the shore. How a walker or walkers would have stared. Naked women running with boobs bouncing and the remarkable sight of men sprinting erect.
Cornered and caught once more and carried back by the group, wriggling and helpless; hands touching and stroking his penis and balls, Liz's finger in his bottom. Was he to be fucked whilst made to come? Perhaps Graham in his bottom and Greg in his mouth whilst the giggling girls made his penis ejaculate.
Holiday games. Adult holiday games for girls and boys.
Lowered to the ground upon the lawn.
"Should we stake him out?" Asked Felicity like we did to..."
A frown from Liz. Peter was not to be mentioned.
No tying, Ben was just held. The two men holding his arms, their erect cocks looming over him. The excitement of the game clearly holding them hard; two of the women holding his feet, all in a spread-eagled position, his cock pulsing up and down in his excitement.
Felicity alone not holding him. She was standing looking down at him, her legs parted so he could see all of her denuded slit and clearly wet sex. Was she about to mount him? Was sex about to be fully enforced?
Yes! Slowly Felicity lowered herself, guiding him into her until she was sitting astride his hips. She sat there unmoving.
"Felicity please!"
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me."
"You want to cum?"
"Yes, yes please!"
"It's nice when men cum. I like to see men cum." Felicity's hands reached and she began to wank Greg and her husband, tugging their foreskins up and down and aiming at -- Ben's face.
"Hot cum, pouring out of penises." She leant in, "All over your face."
"No!"
"Well, no fucking then." And in one fluid movement Felicity pushed herself upwards and off Ben's cock. And there it was, wet and swollen upon his stomach; primed and ready but with no one touch it. And, of course, Ben could not either. He was firmly held down.
"Please, Felicity."
"No, I want to see you come. I want to see your penis spurt. Hot cum!"
And so, finally, Ben was allowed release. They all watched as Felicity tickled him with a feather. Almost excruciating gossamer strokes to penis head and frenum until he began to gasp and writhe against his captors. He was firmly held. Ben arched into the air, his bottom off the grass, as Felicity continued to tickle. There was nothing he could do to stop it. Ejaculation was going to happen.
No girl had ever used a feather on him like that. Excruciatingly pleasurable edging with just such delicate touches of the feather. And to be held down, unable to escape -- and see the naked and excited bodies around him. What joy.
Around him the others all watched intently as out of his penis came the semen. Ropes of it up into the air and down upon his chest and stomach. Such a public ejaculation, his penis so closely watched by his friends, faces inches away, seeing the tickling feather, seeing the twitching and most definitely seeing the cum spurting out of his little oval slit. Ben had felt so exhibitionist on the island with the two young men watching his penis grow. This was even more extreme. Five people seeing his helpless erection shoot and shoot.
"I do like watching a man cum," said Felicity, rather matter of factly, and repeating herself, "something rather special."
Even the men were nodding in agreement. Such a fellow feeling to their own pleasure when they came; an excitement at seeing another man's release, associating it with their own feeling of orgasm. It was not to be the only penis to spurt. Greg's and Graham's were not immediately brought to emission by Felicity over Ben's face as had been suggested, rather she brought the two rigid cocks together above Ben and began rubbing them together.