Ben Is Shown the Ropes

BEN IS SHOWN THE ROPES 3

I was a gay college kid in 1971, going on a weekend trip to Brighton, the seaside resort on England's South Coast with Robert, an older top guy who'd been regularly fucking me for the previous three months. He'd finished his work contract and was leaving the college town that I lived in, so this weekend would be our last fling. In between bouts of tying me up, and fucking my mouth and my ass, he'd introduced me to Pete, an old leather friend of his, who'd lived with his lover in Brighton for some years.

When he arrived at our hotel in the morning, Pete's lover Tony turned out to be yet another sexy Scotsman; though, in contrast to his giant black-bearded partner, he was clean shaven, dark haired, green eyed, and stood a couple of inches shorter than me, about five foot ten, with a slim, wiry physique.

Greeting us with a smile and a handshake, he soon had us on the way to finding his favourite spot on the beach. Since this was the first really sunny and hot weekend of the spring, we had to negotiate our way past thousands of holiday makers in town. He took us for a long walk along the Promenade, getting further and further away from the biggest crowds, and eventually stopped at a relatively quiet spot. It was obvious why he'd brought us to this part of the beach; almost all the other people on the beach were blokes who seemed to be as interested in us as we were in them. Apparently this was a spot on the beach for those 'in the know"; a semi-secret hangout for gay men.

I tried not to be too obvious, but couldn't help staring at some of the attractive men arrayed about us on towels and chairs. Tony said hello to a few and nodded at others, then went off to rent a couple of deck chairs for himself and Robert, positioning them to get a good view both of the sea and of the half-naked sunbathers. He didn't bring me a chair, since I'd told him, as we walked along, that I wanted to start on my tan by lying out on a towel.

As I was stripping down to my newly-purchased, speedo-style swim trunks, he placed my towel in front of their chairs, ensuring I'd spend the day at the feet of two sexy men. I rubbed on sun tan lotion, lay on my back and closed my eyes, still tired from my antics with Robert the night before,. I drifted off to a deep sleep, only waking when someone turned on loud rock music on their transistor radio. Opening my eyes, I looked up at Robert and Tony and realized they were grinning at the hard-on which had grown in my sleep and that my speedos were failing to hide. Blushing fiercely, I turned onto my stomach to hide it from any other possible onlookers, hearing Robert say to Tony as I did so,

"Remember what your dick was like when you were twenty? Randy young bugger just can't help himself."

Tony asked me if I'd like him to rub sun screen on. When I said yes please, he knelt down and began rubbing lotion with one hand, while his other one snuck under the waistband of my trunks, travelling down the crack of my ass and tickling my hole. That made me moan, and when I looked around to check who'd heard me, I saw Robert smiling conspiratorially at us, clearly having no objection to his old friend playing with me. It was a public beach after all, so Tony could only leave his hand down there for a few seconds before he pulled out and sat back, letting me settle down and wait for my dick to go soft..

I spent the rest of the day tanning on the beach, getting occasional extra lotion rubs from Tony, while the guys snoozed or chatted with some of the blokes sitting near us. They sent me to fetch sandwiches from a little café nearby and after lunch Robert and I ventured out into the sea until it came up to our chests. Once we were too far out for people to see us, Robert came up really close, and began pulling on a nipple with one hand and wanking my dick with the other. I might have cum right then and there if a group of girls hadn't run screaming into the sea just along from us. Walking back to my towel, all I could think about was that both guys had played around with my body in semi-public situations; surely that was a good omen for later on that day.

We stayed on the beach till four o'clock, when Tony suggested we pack up and head out to his and Pete's place. As we walked along, the guys talked about the renovations that Robert had done in the houses a few years before, while I was fantasizing about what the evening might bring.

Since the guys' house was fairly close to the beach, it only took a few minutes' before we'd turned down their street and were dropping our bags in the hallway. Tony led us into the living room, invited Robert to join him on the couch and asked him a question.

"What do you think, Bobbie? Do cock sucking boys get to wear clothes in the house? Or should he take everything off, including those tight little shorts he's been parading around in all bloody day?"

That didn't seem right to me; what if someone came in and found me wandering around the house, naked? I looked at Robert, thinking Tony must be joking, but he grinned and told Tony he thought it was a great idea! I couldn't quite believe I'd be walking around in the nude in the guy's living room in the middle of the afternoon, but I didn't want to disobey these two masters, so I took off all my clothes as methodically as I could, hoping one of them would tell me to stop at some point. But neither said a word, so I piled my clothes against the wall and stood with my hard cock sticking straight out, proof that it liked being naked even it my sensible mind said no..

Now that I was ready for them, the guys unbuttoned their shorts and pulled out their dicks. Once they grew to hardness, I could see that Tony's was about the same as mine, shorter and thinner than Robert's. That didn't matter though; it was a cock and I wanted to suck it. I looked from one to the other in an eager daze until Robert snapped at me.

"Hey, wake up and start with Tony, your generous host wants his cock sucked."

I'd been playing with Robert for the previous three months, so this new cock was a treat. I knelt between his legs and was met with the sweaty scent of a body that had been out in the hot sun all day. I was eager to get my tongue licking that sweat from off his balls, but Tony didn't want it. Grabbing hold of my head with both hands he growled down at me,

"Don't waste your time with that, just take it down your throat."

He drew my head into his groin, treating me the same as Robert had; a stern older man taking charge. I did everything in my submissive way to please him, while enjoying his scent and tasting his leaking pre-cum. I must have pleased him a little too much, since it felt like he got too close to the edge too soon. In response, he pulled my head away and passed me over to Robert, who'd been sitting quietly on the couch next to him, waiting patiently for his turn.

I chowed down eagerly on Robert's cock, licking it from tip to root, and taking it down my throat, as Tony knelt behind me stroking my bum and touching my hole. Just as I was getting really excited at the prospect of being taken at both ends, I heard the sound of the front door opening and two sets of footsteps walking down the hall. Robert pushed my mouth off his dick and Tony stood up, and we all turned to see Pete walk into the room with a handsome young man in tow.

"Well, that's what I like to see, two hot men and a naked cock sucker. Sorry if I broke things up..Anyway, Robert and Ben, this is Rem. He's here in the UK for the summer from Holland. Tony and I met him a few nights ago at the pub."

Staring up at the newcomers from my place on the floor, I saw that Pete was wearing the same things as the night before; a sleeveless white t-shirt, black leather shorts and knee-length boots, while the young Dutchman looked sexy in a tight t-shirt and denim jean shorts. Medium height and stocky, Rem was dark haired, and clean shaven with brown eyes and a big nose that matched the big package pushing out the front of his skin-tight shorts. He seemed embarrassed at being the centre of interest, so I felt I should welcome him. But when I tried to get up off my knees to shake his hand, Robert put his hand on my shoulder, and shook his head.

"Where are you going? You hardly got started and now there's two more dicks to suck."

I guess Rem looked so butch and his dick looked so big under his shorts that Robert thought he must be a top, not a bottom. But Pete quickly put him right.

"Hang on a minute, Robbie, Rem's going to help out with the cock sucking, and judging by how good he was the other night, he'll fit right in. Why not try him out? "

Hearing that, I shuffled over to the armchair where Tony was sitting on the other side of the room, while out of the corner of my eye, I watched Rem get naked. Pulling everything off and placing it all on top of my pile of clothes, he dropped to his knees in front of Robert and leaned forward. His body was really sexy, with a thick layer of dark hair covering his chest, groin and thighs, and his cock proved to be as gigantic as it had seemed under his shorts: as thick as a coke can and at least two inches longer than Robert's; who up till then had been the biggest in the room. Looking at it, I wondered how I would ever deal with one that size, down my throat or up my ass! I was happy for the time being just having to deal with Tony's normal-sized penis.

Robert also looked a little shocked, but quickly pulled himself together and took charge of the young Dutchman. And as his dick disappeared between Rem's lips, I leant forward and did the same with Tony, who was less insistent than before. He let me spend time licking his balls and his taint, and even allowed my tongue to roam over his body, lick the sweat from his upper thighs and belly, and suck up a day's worth of sweat from his underarms and upper chest. Then, keen to impress, I swallowed his cock, getting him close to the edge before he pulled away, telling me it was still too early in the evening.

Meanwhile, I was feeling a little jealous every time I glanced over in Robert and Rem's direction. It was clear that the Dutchman was a really good cock sucker, and that Robert couldn't keep his hands off the younger man's beautiful body. Each time I looked up he was caressing some part of Rem's body, or fondling the monster between his legs. Eventually, he got Rem to stand up and turn sideways so that he could simultaneously wank the Dutch dick and thrust a couple of fingers up his hole.

Tony could see all this too and he responded. Putting me over his knee, he put two fingers in my mouth for me to get wet, and then thrust them into my eager hole, working them in and out until my moans were as loud as Rem's across the room.

Meanwhile Pete sat fully clothed, watching the goings-on, occasionally rubbing his cock through the front of his trousers. He got up at one point to get tubes of Vaseline and hand them to Tony and Robert, but otherwise didn't join in. After hearing him talk the previous night about his wild adventures with Tony, it was disappointing to have him so close yet so far away. But it seemed he was letting his old friend Robert and his lover get first dibs on the new boys.

Tony and Robert had just finished loosening up Rem and I and were about to take things to the next level, when I realized what Pete had been waiting for. Hearing a knock at the front door, he strode up the hallway and returned with another addition to the party. This new guy was no surprise to Tony, who turned and spoke to Robert,

"Bobbie, you remember Eddie? You should; you fucked the bastard the last time you were here."

Robert grinned and nodded at Eddie, who returned the greeting and apologized for being late. Roughly the same age as Robert, Tony and Pete, he was the same height as Tony, but heavier, with a full head of blonde hair. He immediately took his clothes off, exposing a totally shaved body below the neck and the smallest dick in the room.

With the party complete, the three tops took their clothes off. Since I'd seen Tony's body on the beach and his cock just a few moments ago, Pete was the only I hadn't seen in the nude. Stripping off exposed a smattering of black hair across the chest of his tall bear-like body and a good sized dick as big as Robert's, lengthier than Tony or me. I was glad to see that his wasn't another monster like Rem; I was feeling inadequate enough as it was!

Eddie's arrival meant there were three couples now. I was impressed that, after talking to Robert the night before, Pete and Tony had been able to rustle up a pair of hotties on such short notice, ensuring no one need be left out on a night of serious fun.

With a room of naked blokes, things got serious fast. Eddie dropped to his knees in front of Pete, and started to enjoy himself, as Robert put Rem on his knees in front of one of the armchairs, with his upper body resting on the seat, then knelt behind him and started fucking hot Dutch ass. Not to be outdone, Tony pushed me down over the upholstered back of the same chair, leaving my head resting on the back of the same cushion, facing Rem.

Tony probably wanted the two of us to see the grimaces on the other's face while we were getting fucked; so it would have come as a big surprise when Rem moved his head closer to mine so he could kiss me. I was shocked too, but soon responded enthusiastically. Up to this point, we hadn't had a chance to even speak to each other, so this ended up being a sweet moment of connection.

However, the sight of us French-kissing didn't go down well with Tony, who muttered something under his breath about "this ain't a fucking romance," stopped fingering me and thrust his cock straight into me instead. Luckily he'd put enough Vaseline in me by that point that the insertion didn't hurt much and had soon turned from pain to exquisite pleasure. With Eddie sucking on Pete, Robert fucking Rem and Tony thrusting his cock into me, the room went quiet,; the only noises being the slaps of hips against bums, along with our moans and groans. I think I was the noisiest, as Tony's dick pistoned in and out of me, a fuck-machine performer competing with Robert to see who could fuck the hardest. But before either could win a gold medal, Pete's voice broke the silence.

"Bloody hell, am I the only one sweating like a pig in here? It's so damn hot outside that the house is hot as hell now too. We should have gone down to the basement an hour ago. It's the only cool part of the house and that's where the equipment is"

He wasn't the only one sweating; since the living room had really heated up. There'd been a minor heatwave for the last few days and the house, like most in Britain, lacked air conditioning, so the energetic activities of six men had upped the temperature in the room dramatically. It had got so uncomfortably hot that no one complained about having to move the party downstairs. Like everyone else, I was thankful for the rush of cooler air that greeted me as I descended into the basement, though I was surprised at the sight that greeted me when I reached the bottom of the stairs.

A large cellar space ran the length of the house, fitted out with all the equipment that serious leather men could wish for. There was a sling in one corner, a well-constructed fuck bench with ankle and wrist restraints stood at the foot of the stairs, a St Andrews cross was fixed against the far wall, there was a long massage table with restraints hanging off it in the middle of the room, along with a battered old chest of drawers that turned out to contain all manner of sex toys and implements.

Behind me on the stairs, Rem whistled in surprise and quietly muttered some Dutch swearwords. He told me later that the guys hadn't shown him the basement when they'd brought him home earlier that week, taking him straight up to the bedroom instead. He was a sweet guy who loved "normal" sex and was very good at it. He wasn't kinky and the sight of all this BDSM equipment made him think of turning round and leaving. The only reason he didn't leave turn was how much he was enjoying his time with Robert; so when the latter called, he eagerly walked over to the corner and climbed up into the sling.

As Robert prepared him with lube from a jar hanging off the sling, the other two tops got organized, with Pete taking charge of me as Tony grabbed his old buddy Eddie. While the latter looked happy as he was led over to the fuck bench, I was ecstatic about coming under the big man's control, especially when he whispered in my ear.

"Last night, Bobbie said you loved bondage. Is that right, son? If that's true you'll be getting tied up tonight? You ready for that?"

"Yes, please sir. Robert's right, I absolutely love it, thank you, sir."

"All right, we'll see about it later on, I like making my boys helpless."

When he saw how visibly excited I'd become, he gave my stiff cock a couple of hard slaps with the palm of his hand. That had the effect of producing a steady stream of pre cum, which made him laugh.

"Kinky fucker, you like being slapped around too, eh? What about your tits, how do they like being played with?"

His hands went up to my chest and began squeezing and twisting my nipples, finding instantly how wired they were to my cock. As he played with them, I stood by passively, moaning and adoring the big guy as he towered over me. He enjoyed himself for a while before pulling straight down on them, forcing me to my knees with my mouth at dick level.

"You'd better hope your cunt hasn't dried out after Tony fucked you, 'cos the only lube you're getting is what you leave on my dick. Get sucking."

Taking him at his word, I got on it right away, licking furiously and swallowing as deep as I could, trying to cough up throat slime. Impatient to get inside me, he soon pulled me back up on my feet and led me across the room, bending my body over the end of the massage table, with my feet on the floor and my asshole at the same height as his groin. Thankfully, the lube and the saliva was enough to make his entry uncomfortable rather than painful, and he soon found my "A spot'.

After a few wonderful minutes, he pulled his cock out, slapped me on the bum and said he wanted to see my face while he fucked me. He turned me onto my back, balanced my ankles on shoulders and jerked my body to the edge of the table. Having me on my back let him to do a lot more than just watch my expression; his hands could resume their fiendish work on my nipples and he was able to squeeze and slap my oversized balls, quickly reducing me to a shuddering, begging, moaning mess.

Lying there, I mostly stared up into his eyes, like a deer in the headlights, though sometimes I'd manage to tear my glance away to see what else was happening. The sight of Eddie being fucked with his wrists and ankles cuffed to the fuck bench made me jealous, since I longed to be tied down like that, while over in the other corner, Robert was ploughing Rem's ass hard and fast, reminding me of the dozen or so times he'd done the same with me.

I noticed that all three top men regularly slowed down and even pulled out for short periods whenever they looked like climaxing, not wanting to be the first to break up the fun. However, since Rem was such a hot boy, Robert was understandably the first to fail, gasping as he pulled out and sprayed his load all over the Dutch boy's face, chest and stomach. As I thought, there'd been an unspoken competition; since once they saw him ejaculate, the other two paused, and Pete poked fun at his old friend.

"Well, well, boy cunt squeezed the cum out of you, eh? Getting a bit old for this, I suppose. Better sit down and have a rest, old man."

As Rem closed his eyes and lay back in the sling, Robert laughed and shook his head at the taunting. Pete pulled me up on my feet and dragged me by the ear over to where Robert had sat down to rest on a small in the corner bench and pushed me down to my knees.