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Subject: Rory Pushes His Luck (Adult/Youth) This story is 100% fictitious -- it never happened, and is altogether the invention of my warped imagination. It involves sexual activity between adult males and a twelve-year-old boy -- so consider yourself warned. Although I can't really see the point of stating so-called disclaimers, all the usual ones apply. I hope you have fun, because that's all it's meant to be. Rory Pushes His Luck (Adult/Youth) (MMMb) Twelve-year-old Rory McPherson raised a hand to his forehead to shield his eyes from the bright morning sun after the relative gloom of the stable block, and crossed the yard to the back door of the farmhouse. He'd just completed the one-and-a-half-hour chore of mucking out six loose boxes, laying clean straw, refilling hay mangers and picking out the hooves of his six beloved horses. Dressed in just bib and brace overalls over a T-shirt, but with steel toe-capped boots protecting his feet -- he'd learnt the hard way about nine months previously, with two broken toes, just how heavy a 16 hh horse can be! He was hot and sweaty, his red curly hair sticking to his forehead and looking forward to a shower -- but only after a nice cup of tea. "Put the kettle on please Ma. I'm parched!" he called out in his Scottish brogue as he pulled off his boots before entering the kitchen. "All done bonnie laddie?" she asked as he collapsed at the kitchen table. Rory and his Ma had moved to the Mull of Kintyre from Edinburgh a year after Rory's Dad had died of cancer three years ago. Sometimes the grief was still raw in both of them, but he'd left them well provided for -- enough to buy the farm and convert the stone outbuildings into holiday cottages. Aileen McPherson was originally a country lass but was an astute businesswoman who was now building a successful tourist enterprise. She was also a very astute parent who recognised the healing properties of wild countryside and Rory's love of horses. They had six holiday lets and, during school holidays and at weekends, Rory led horse-riding treks around the coast and hills of the Mull. He had also become quite an expert on the area's wildlife and would lead small groups of twitchers (ornithologists) on treks to the best sites to try to spot peregrine falcons and golden eagles - in fact there was a nesting pair of peregrines just half a mile from their base which could often be seen flying above the farm -- as well as seals, otters and even occasional whales spotted from the shore. They'd had a last minute enquiry from a group of three bird watchers for accommodation and, hopefully, a private half-day and another one day trek. They explained that they had only just realised that they could all get away for a week together at short notice. But the only cottage vacant was the tiny one-bedroomed bothy which was really only suitable for a couple. But they were very persistent having heard from friends who had been on one of Rory's treks previously. So Aileen agreed to put up a fold-up Z-bed in the little living area, so long as the other two didn't mind sharing a double. Rory hadn't met them yet since they had arrived from England late the previous night. "I stink!" Rory announced, and climbed the stairs to his large bedroom and bathroom in the converted attic of the farmhouse. He loved his room. Because of the sloping ceiling he could lie in bed and see the hillside and the stars through the large Velux window in the roof. He hardly ever closed the blinds because nobody could see in from ground level, and they would have to have true eagle eyes to see in from part-way up the hillside. He sat on the edge of his bed to remove his socks which he tossed across the room at the laundry basket. "Good shot!" he thought as they dropped out of sight. He stood and slid off the shoulder straps of his overalls, and they fell, puddling around his ankles. Next he pulled the T-shirt over his head, which also landed in the laundry basket. Naked now he executed a full body stretch to try to reduce the aches of his hard physical labour. He caught sight of his naked body in the full-length mirror attached to one of the doors of the built-in wardrobe. He had to admit to himself that he liked admiring his naked body. He was very slim but toned, stood 158cm (5' 2") tall and weighed about 40kg (90lbs). His torso tapered gently from shoulders to a narrow waist, and his hips were even slightly narrower and a bum so small that an adult hand could have easily encircled it whole. Because of his typically Scottish red hair his skin was very pale where the sun rarely kissed it. He had to take great care not to burn in the sun, and his mum had to remind him constantly to regularly apply sunscreen. Where it had been exposed it was the colour of pale honey, but where his shorts usually covered him his skin was as white as alabaster. The were two things that he thought might improve his appearance. He hated the freckles that spread across his nose and cheeks, and spattered his shoulders and arms, and he wished that his penis was a bit bigger in its flaccid state! In fact his penis was quite unusual. He was uncircumcised, but his foreskin barely protruded beyond the tip of his glans, even when in its 5cm (2") resting condition. But when it pulsed to full erection it more than doubled in length to over 12cm (nearly 5"). This elongation had the effect of pulling back his foreskin, fully exposing the sensitive glans so that it appeared as though he was actually circumcised, but without any scar. The tension that this created resulted in the surface skin of his knob being very smooth, taut and sensitive, and even caused the little lips at the tip to widen and open slightly. The overall result was that Rory possessed a penis of extraordinary sensitivity. He could bring himself to orgasm with just a gentle fingertip to the most sensitive spots. As he admired his reflection his penis came to life in rapid pulses, each short incremental increase in length and girth causing the foreskin to retract. Rory loved to watch this happening and, on reaching maximum erection, he softly drew a fingertip up the underside from base to v-shaped frenulum, and thence to the slightly puffy lips at the tip, causing him to shudder at the almost overwhelming sensations. Suddenly in his peripheral vision through the sloping Velux rooflight he noticed a flash of reflected sunlight high on the hillside. Acting as nonchalantly as possible he moved across the room to a cabinet that he knew would be out of sight except for the remote possibility of a low-flying aircraft! He retrieved his pair of powerful birdwatching binoculars from a drawer and, crawling across the floor so as to stay out of sight, he entered his bathroom which also had a Velux, but much smaller. Carefully he peeked through, searching for the spot where he'd seen the flash of light reflection. Careful to remain hidden he scanned the area with his binoculars. He gave a cry of surprise when he focused in of a group of three men sitting partially hidden in the bracken -- and each had their own binoculars trained on his bedroom window, and at least one had his cock out and wanking it! "Must have been the reflection on one of the lenses", he thought. Then, in a bit of a panic, "Wonder how long they've been watching, and how much they've seen!" But it made him strangely excited that they had probably seen his naked body and rampant hardon. He was pretty sure that they had no idea that they'd been busted, and in a moment of bravado the young exhibitionist decided to give them a little show. With an apparent confidence he didn't actually feel, he strode purposefully back into his bedroom, his still rampant penis leading the way. When he was sure that he was in range of their vision, and with his back to the Velux, he bent forward from the waist as if to retrieve something from the floor. He held the pose for a few seconds so that they would have a good view of his bum and, looking between his spread legs, he caught another flash of reflected sunlight on glass, so he was certain the were still looking. He turned and sat on the end of the bed and a hand went between his spread legs to gently grasp his penis. "Should I give them just a quick look, or should I go the whole way?" he asked himself. He was pretty certain that they were the three guys staying in the bothy and who he was due to have lunch with in a couple of hours and then take on an afternoon trek. His Ma had said that the one who she'd spoken to on the phone "sounds like a nice boy". Which was her code for suspecting that he was gay. "Maybe they all are, or even better, like boys my age", he thought, and maybe it would be fun to tease them all a bit more later! So he crossed back into the bathroom for a quick shower. Still hard when he finished, he gave them another show as he dried himself , pulled on a clean T-shirt and a pair of loose and baggy, thin cotton shorts. Briefly he considered looking their way and giving them a wave! But he wasn't brave enough yet to acknowledge that he knew they were watching, and anyway he thought it might be much more fun to carry on with the charade. A couple of hours later Rory and his Ma set up a buffet table in the garden next to the pool along with some garden chairs. It was Rory's usual practice to have lunch with those who had booked a half-day private trek, and further longer treks during their stay, so that he could advise on what to wear (long trousers and shoes -- not shorts or flip flops!). He usually got a bit of a giggle when he told them that jock straps were preferable to boxers! He also liked to judge their weight and height to decide the most appropriate mount for each. The three guys arrived together and introduced themselves as Paul, Alan and Phil, and indeed they were the three who had been on the hillside! Paul and Alan looked to be in their early to mid twenties, while Phil was probably nearer forty. Rory had a moment or two of having to control his embarrassment as he recalled his outrageous exhibitionism karşıyaka escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/izmir-escort/karsiyaka-escort) earlier that morning. Plates loaded, they all sat facing each other to eat while Rory did his usual spiel. After eating there was time for a bit of relaxed conversation. Amazed by his own wickedness he raised his left leg and planted the foot on the edge of the chair, causing the leg of his loose shorts to gape wide. Nonchalantly he carried on chatting as the three guys were treated to yet another view of his genitals. The sheer mischief of his action caused his penis to pulse rapidly to full erection. He let his leg sway wider giving an unfettered view of his smooth pale-pink scrotum and hard penis unobscured by any underwear. He noticed the hungry and lustful looks on all three guys' faces. Rory looked left and right to the hillside and then to the shore and, feigning innocence, remarked "The views around here are pretty spectacular aren't they?" Paul barely suppressed a snort, while Phil responded in little more than a hoarse whisper "They most certainly are!" Alan merely sighed as he continued to stare fixedly at the boy's sexy display and Rory was pretty certain that each had developed serious swelling in their shorts. He stood up abruptly and turned away towards the stables to try to hide the tent in his shorts. "Right then. Meet me over there in the stable yard at 2 o'clock" he called over his shoulder, "and dressed appropriately -- and we'll get going." Up in his room he stripped off his meagre clothes and stood naked, still mostly erect but starting to subside. He rummaged in a drawer for a clean jock strap -- the kind with the single strap that went from the waistband at the back, down between his bum cheeks and forwards between his legs The front pouch fit snugly. It was practical for horse riding since there were no seams to rub against his skin, and the pouch supported his penis and scrotum so that they wouldn't get trapped under him. But he also knew that, under the figure-hugging elasticated fabric of his jodhpurs, it would accentuate the sexy shape of his small bum. Suitably dressed for riding he had all the excuse he needed to tease the men further. He spent the next 45 minutes carefully tacking up the four horses he was going to use this afternoon. Melody, who only he would ride, was a thoroughbred ex-racehorse who was still only eight, and as a filly had won quite a few races at Ayr and Kelso. She suffered a minor injury so was no longer top class, but still flew like the wind! Like many thoroughbred mares she could be quite skittish and temperamental, but it was obvious that she loved Rory dearly and would behave for him -- and, sometimes it seemed, for him alone! Marco was the biggest of the bunch standing at nearly 17hh and, although in his twenties, was as strong as can be and totally bombproof. The other two for this afternoon's ride were both 16hh cobs who were also very trustworthy. The two left behind in the stable closely resembled Welsh Section C ponies and were used when younger children joined Rory's treks, as well as schooled to pull a two-wheeled "Governess Cart" in which Rory would take less ambitious pairs of adults on tours around the lanes of the Mull. The three guys arrived a few minutes early and Rory was pleased to see that they had taken his advice on suitable dress -- all wearing slacks or jeans and sensible footwear. He quickly kitted each out with a properly adjusted crash hat and asked each if he had ridden before. Paul had been brought up on a farm and was quite familiar with ponies, but Alan was a complete novice. Phil admitted to having gone on a pony trek at summer camp "many years ago as a teenager -- and I could hardly walk the next day". "Can't be that many years ago Phil surely", Rory gushed with a smile. "What a charmer you are Rory" replied Phil, and Rory was sure he heard Alan say under his breath "Yeah -- a charmer in more ways than one!" "OK guys. Paul could you help Alan to mount up please, while I take care of Phil". Meanwhile Melody was getting impatient and pawing the ground a bit. "Enough", said Rory quietly, and she immediately obeyed. Time now for Rory to put his latest little tease plan into action. While tacking up Carlos for Phil, Rory had purposefully adjusted the left-hand stirrup leather too short, so that when Phil tried to reach it with his left foot it was way too high. "Don't worry Phil I'll lengthen it and adjust it again when you're on". After a couple of futile attempts Phill manage to swing up into the saddle, but of course the stirrup was far too low. "Just swing your leg back Phil, and I'll shorten it". Rory faked having trouble undoing the buckle knowing that Phil's leg position would become very tiring in a very short time. Sure enough Phil's thigh started to edge forward close and closer to Rory's hands until his fingers were fluttering against the inner thigh of Phil's jeans, just a couple of centimetres from his crotch. Since the buckle was at Rory's eye level he couldn't miss the obvious thickening of the man's denim-clad penis. "Sweet Jesus!" breathed Phil, which Rory deliberately pretended to misconstrue. "Don't worry if it feels a bit high up Phil -- you'll get used to it". Then after a pause, "Carlos is like riding in a big comfortable arm chair -- he'll look after you". He looked over at Paul and Alan and was satisfied that everything was properly adjusted. "Sure you don't want to check my stirrups?" asked Alan with a grin. "They're fine Alan, but your girth is a bit loose, so swing your leg back like Phil did", and Alan was treated to the same subtle teasing for the few seconds of adjustment. "If everyone's happy we'll get going". And with that Rory effortlessly swung himself up on Melody and led the way out of the yard and onto the track that gently climbed the hillside. He was acutely aware of the interest the men seemed to show in his smoothly clad bum. After about an hour Rory called a rest stop. "I need a wee", he announced and wandered a few metres off into the bracken, faced away from his companions, and pulled down the zip of his jodhpurs and relieved himself. Phil came beside him as he finished and zipped up. Rory glanced over his shoulder and again caught Alan staring at his backside with an expression of obvious lust. "They keep staring at my bum -- Alan especially", he whispered to Phil. "Well, it IS a very pretty little bum, so I'm not surprised. I've enjoyed looking at it too.". Is he a pervert?" he whispered again. Phil chuckled. "We're all three of us perverts who just happen to very much like pretty boys like you. Does that scare you?" "Well, if what you say is true then I s'pose it ought to. After all, here I am in the middle of nowhere, alone, with three perverts who are much bigger than I am. I might get molested -- or worse!" "Rory, you're not in any danger from us. Anyway I have a feeling that you might like to be molested judging by the little teasing shows you've been putting on for us". Rory was at a loss for words and felt his face redden. "Tell me the truth Rory. Do you think you might like to be molested?" There was a long pause, then Rory whispered almost inaudibly "Maybe", then turned and almost ran back to Melody, swung himself into the saddle and said "Let's go!" in his most commanding voice, although his tummy felt full of butterflies at the thought of what he had just almost admitted. They followed the track downhill to the beach and eventually back to the farm. Rory instructed them how to remove the tack and rub the horses down, pick their hooves and give them feed and water. Phil took Rory to one side. "We're having a barbecue at the Bothy this evening. Would you like to join us?" His hand slid down the boy's back to his bum, and the middle finger softly stroked up along the crease between his cheeks. He didn't move away and gasped softly. Phil bent and whispered close to the boy's ear, his breath causing Rory to shudder. "Then maybe you can decide if you want to be molested or not". After quite a long pause, during which he suddenly realised that his penis had become hard, he whispered back, "I'd like to come but I'll have to ask my Ma". "That's fine. Just come along at about half past six if you're allowed". Rory went straight to his room, undressed and had a shower. He couldn't stop thinking about the idea of being 'molested'. For some reason he felt the need to be scrupulous in cleansing his body. As he ran his soapy finger over and around his bum he remembered how Phil's finger had felt as he touched him there. His penis throbbed quickly to erection, which actually hadn't really subsided since Phil's touch. and he was sorely tempted to wank himself to orgasm, but something told him to wait and maybe save that pleasure for later. He told his Ma that the guys had invited him to eat with them and they would show him photos they had taken on previous wildlife trips. She readily agreed, mindful that the boy had little opportunity to socialise and anyway she was due to go out for the evening with a friend and wouldn't be back until late. Rory climbed the hill towards the bothy at about twenty past six. The tiny hut was about half a mile from the rest of the homestead. In his rucksack he had a pack of sausages and some lamb chops -- all home produced -- and a small jar containing his Ma's 'secret' marinade which was good for brushing on the meat while it cooked. He could see smoke rising into the still air and the unmistakable aroma of burning charcoal. The three men greeted him warmly. They each gave him a hug. Philip patted his bottom and Paul and Alan held him close -- so close that he felt sure he could feel their dicks through their jeans. Rory had the same white T shirt and loose shorts he had worn earlier. "Paul's baked one of his special chocolate cakes", Phil announced as they lounged on the soft grass after all the meat and salads had been eaten. "Have you got room for a slice?" "Yes please" said Rory -- after all what 12-year-old kartal escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/istanbul-escort/anadolu-yakasi-escort/kartal-escort) boy can resist chocolate cake! As the sun began to sink the air became cooler and Rory wished he'd had the foresight to bring a sweater. But Phil fetched a blanket from inside, sat back against the wall of the bothy and beckoned Rory to come sit between his legs and lean back against his chest and spread the blanket over both of them. Rory felt strangely relaxed and a bit spaced out -- not really surprising as Paul's 'special' chocolate cake contained a far amount of cannabis oil. He could feel Phil's penis pressing against him as he leaned back which brought on a little fit of giggles. Phil leaned down and breathed into the boy's ear, which made him shiver with pleasure, and whispered "What's so funny Rory?" Rory twisted his head and stretched up to whisper to the man. "Your cock -- I can feel it!" "What's so funny about my cock? And anyway I wish I could feel yours too". He reached down beneath the blanket and gently lifted each of Rory's legs over his own, so he was spread wide under the blanket. Rory didn't object and looked over at Paul and Alan who were both smiling at him. He realised that his penis had become hard and maybe was even poking out of the loose leg of his shorts. It was throbbing with an exquisite dull ache, but he didn't care since he was covered by the blanket. Phil's fingertips were stroking ever so lightly up and down his inner thighs just stopping below his scrotum making his penis twitch, causing him to close his eyes and moan softly. He thought about what Phil had said about wanting to feel it. As much as he desperately wanted to, and most of his inhibitions seem to have disappeared due to the 'special' cake, he couldn't quite build up the courage to tell Phil what he wanted. That would change in the next few minutes. Through slightly glazed vision Rory watched Paul turn on his side slightly and reach across to squeeze Alan between his legs. Soon Paul had undone his friend's jeans and fished out his cock, which looked huge to the 12-year-old, but was in truth, although thicker, was not much longer than his own The boy was even more astonished when Paul looked across and smiled at him before leaning over and sliding his mouth down over Alan's cock. As Rory watched Paul's mouth working his friend's cock, his own throbbed with need. He wanted desperately to reach under the blanket and pleasure himself or maybe let Phil do it for him. He tried to move his body closer to Phil's stroking fingers, to make his fingers contact his aching balls. Again he felt Phil's breath on his ear, and the slight touch of his tongue which made him shiver. "I think you want me to touch you somewhere different now", he whispered as his fingers continued to delicately stroke the insides of his spread thighs, so tantalisingly close. While Phil had been whispering Paul and Alan had quickly stripped out of their few clothes and were now lying naked in classic '69' position. "Does watching them sucking each other make you horny Rory? I bet it does!" Rory gave another moan and a slight nod of his head as the man's fingers continued their tantalising stimulation of his smooth inner thighs, both hands now inside his loose shorts. Watching Paul's mouth taking Alan's cock into his moth right down to the base made Rory VERY horny and made him wish that it was being done to him. "Tell me where you want me to touch you Rory". Rory swallowed hard and croaked "My privates". Phil chuckled against the boy's ear. "You're going to have to be more specific Rory, because I only want to do what you want. Do you want me to touch your balls?" Rory nodded. "You have to tell me properly Rory". The boy was now squirming in Phil's lap, desperate to be touched there, and more incredibly aroused then he thought possible as he watched Paul and Alan pleasuring each other with their mouths. Summoning up courage he said "Touch my balls. PLEASE!" The first lightest of touches of Phil's fingertips on the velvet skin of his scrotum sent a jolt of pure pleasure through Rory's body. It was so intense to be almost like that instant before orgasm hit, but Phil knew that, in a pubescent boy like Rory, the effect of Paul's 'special' cake ingredient could maintain that peak of almost agonising physical and mental pleasure -- just teetering on the very edge of orgasm without actually tipping over -- for a very long time. Rory was in for the time and ride of his life! With just the index and middle fingers of both hands Phil lightly stroked up the creases between Rory's inner thighs and scrotum. He repeated the same action again, but a little further onto the taut slightly crinkled skin. And again with each upward feather-light stroke gradually approaching the midline, and his fingertips brushing the top of his perineum at the bottom of every stroke. Rory hissed and squirmed and felt his rigid penis jerk and twitch under the blanket, and was even aware of his bum clenching at the incredible stimulation, while continuing to watch Paul and Alan sucking and licking each others organs. Again the touch of lips and gentle breath at his ear. "Would you like me to touch your cock now Rory?" Rory gasped, both at the thought of such a touch and at the incredible sensations that Phil's fingers were already giving him, and nodded. "A nod's not good enough Rory. You have to tell me". Obediently Rory said in a shakey voice "Touch my cock now please". "Good boy Rory", and at the next upward stroke over the boy's balls those four fingers continued upwards along the sides of his rigid cock, Rory flexed his hips trying to increase the pressure of those feather-light fingers on his desperately straining penis. Slowly those fingertips reached the ridge of his glans and stroked around it. His knob felt grossly swollen, the skin stretched tight as a drum and shining smooth. The fingers of Phil's left hand stroked back down the boy's balls while the thumb and first two fingers of the right formed into a mouth-like shape which closed ever so gently around the knob and stroked lightly. Thumb and one finger carefully spread the urethral lips while the other fingertip probed at the opening. Phil's left hand explored below the boy's balls to caress his perineum, swollen hard by the intensity of the boy's erection. This combined stimulation was almost too much for him to bear and for a moment attempted to close his spread legs which were still trapped by Phil's thighs, but it was futile and Rory's legs fell wide open again like a frog as he submitted to the inevitable. Again a whisper at his ear. "Time for me to wank you now Rory, don't you think?" Just the sound of that word and what it implied was enough to make his body shiver in anticipation. He knew what was expected and needed no prompting this time. "Please Phil, wank my cock!" he pleaded in a husky voice. Those two fingers and thumb slid about a third of the way down the steely hardness of his shaft and closed around it. Meanwhile Phil's other hand continued to alternate between balls and perineum. Rory cried out as the familiar movement began -- familiar because he was used to doing it to himself, but quite unfamiliar and many times sexier because it was at the hand of another. Rory cried out and thrust his hips up off Phil's lap for a moment or two before his movements gained synch with Phil's fingers. This drew the attention of Paul and Alan who released each others cocks from their mouths and came to kneel either side of Phil and Rory's knees. "Shall we pull the blanket off and let them watch what's happening? I'm sure they'd love to see". Paul and Alan nodded their agreement, but Rory suddenly felt strangely embarrassed at the idea of Phil's wanking him in full view of everyone -- stupid really since he'd earlier taken delight in his own narcissism, and anyway it was already very obvious what was happening by the movement of the blanket! He took a deep breath, grasped it and threw the blanket aside himself. Rory closed his eyes and let his somewhat befuddled brain concentrate on the feelings that Phil's stroking fingers were causing. He heard Paul's voice asking Alan to help him remove the boy's shorts "so that we can have an unrestricted view". He felt them tugged down, which necessitated Phil's hands breaking contact with his cock and balls for a moment, but they were back as soon as the mission was accomplished, gently stroking and squeezing, fully exposed by his wide-spread thighs. Then Rory felt his T-shirt being pulled up over his head and off. A subtle change had come over his attitude to the men looking at his nakedness. Now he desperately WANTED them to look at him and he lay back against Phil and spread his limbs even wider, almost preening for them. The thought of them watching Phil's hands caressing him, making him squirm and writhe with pleasure, became an extra excitement in itself. Then they joined in the action. Rory felt four extra hands start to caress different parts of his naked body. They brushed lightly over his chest and down his arms, between his thighs and down past his knees, and all the while Phil continued his maddening rhythmic stroking of Rory's cock and balls. The boy was almost passing out with the pleasure of it all. Paul and Alan together moved in from either side and began to lick the boy's flesh, occasionally coming together so that their lips met Phil abruptly stopped his stroking and held Rory's rigid cock vertical. "So now for the prize guys", he said in an exited tone. Paul and Alan faced each other level with the boy's rampant cock. Simultaneously they moved in until their lips met around the knob. Rory gave a little surprised cry as he felt those lips seal together around the tip and the ridge. Then their tongues started to move in unison, firmly massaging the only slightly spongy head and Phil's middle finger slid down over the swollen perineum, down and down until it brushed lightly across the boy's sensitive hole. Rory went kastamonu escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/kastamonu-escort) wild, twisting his body in an attempt to increase the contact, and sobbing incoherently. He could feel hands and fingers randomly stroking his balls and thighs and everywhere between his spread legs. He felt like he was at the point of tipping over into orgasm, but not quite, and that absolute height of stimulation just seemed to continue just below the peak. By looking side to side he could clearly see Alan and Paul's hard cocks and he suddenly had an urge to reach out and hold them, but didn't dare. Still sealed together those four lips slid slowly down the shaft and parted at the base. One pair -- Rory didn't know if Paul's or Alan's -- continued downwards over the tight swollen scrotum while the other returned slowly to the head, kissing and licking and sucking all the way. "Paul's going to suck your cock deep into his mouth and throat in a minute, and I happen to know that Alan, who's licking your balls, would love to lick lower. He loves boys bums and would love to lick your hole". Phil grasped the back of Rory's knees and pulled his legs back and up so that he was totally exposed. Meanwhile Alan crawled round to kneel between the boy's spread thighs. Rory felt the flat of Alan's tongue press against his taut swollen perineum, while Paul's mouth wrestled with his knob, the tip of his tongue probing the distended, gaping lips at the tip. Rory writhed in ecstasy. With his legs supported he just submitted his totally exposed crotch to those two amazing mouths. "OK guys, I'm going to count down from five. When I reach lift-off you know what to do." Phil purposefully counted slowly to increase the tension and anticipation in Rory's straining body and brain. "Five ........ four ........ three ......... two ......... one ........ LIFT OFF!" Perfectly choreographed and in unison Paul's mouth plunged down the entire length of the boy's cock, while simultaneously he felt Alan's tongue poke and penetrate his exposed hole. He yelled so loud at the double stimulation that Phil clamped a hand over his mouth for fear that the people in the other cottages, although nearly half-a-mile away, might think someone was being murdered! Meanwhile Rory had difficulty assimilating the enormity of the feelings he was experiencing. Paul had managed to close his throat around the boy's knob and started to rhythmically swallow on it, while Alan's tongue fluttered around the edges of his hole and deeply probed inside, flicking in and out as Rory's sphincter clenched and unclenched in paroxysms of indescribable pleasure. "Please .... please ...." croaked Rory. "What is it Baby Boy? I know -- you're desperate to cum now aren't you? And I promise soon you will and it will be beyond your wildest dreams". Scientific research has shown that the highest level of sexual arousal is experienced by boys in the earlier stages of puberty -- and Rory was most certainly of that demographic. Phil chuckled as he imagined what fun the experiments must have been for those scientists in reaching that conclusion -- not to mention for the boys! And now Phil and his friends were about to prove the theory beyond all doubt. Also beyond doubt was that Rory had passed the point of no return. Alan slid his mouth up to the boy's scrotum, gently sucking and rolling his tongue around and around the testicles. At the same time his middle finger pushed through the spit-lubricated sphincter and slowly and inexorably slid deep inside the warm and tender sheath feeling the inner muscles undulating and drawing it in. He curled the tip and pressed quite firmly on the swollen bulb of Rory's prostate which caused the boy to cry out in surprise and pleasure. With the pad of his finger he began to massage the sweetly sensitive gland, and with the fingers of his other hand he massaged the perineum - Rory's prostate was now being stimulated both internally and externally. As if a secret signal had passed between them, Paul dove down to the base of Rory's cock, clamped his lips tight and sucked strongly up the entire length until his lips were around the ridge, an action that he repeated over and over again with increasing speed in perfect synch to the movement of Alan's massaging fingers and mouth. It was as if a chain reaction had been set off which originated deep inside the boy's rectum. His prostate swelled and pulsed. Semen from the seminal vesicles and prostate collected in the ejaculatory duct and into the urethra causing pressure to build. The urethra dilated all the way up its length to the lips at the tip of the glans. Rory's back arched and his body went rigid. An animalistic growl started from his throat, and he cried out as if in agony as the muscles of his perineum suddenly contracted to pump a forceful surge of cum along the length of his jerking cock to explode into Paul's vacuuming mouth. His whole lithe newly-pubertal body convulsed as jet after jet of cum was ejaculated into Paul's mouth and throat. Alan could feel every violent spasm through Rory's grasping rectum and pulsating prostate. It went on and on .... and on and on .... long after Rory's supply of semen was exhausted - Rory shuddering, tensing and sobbing, and tears streaming down his cheeks. But the were tears of joy rather than sadness. Gradually the spasms became less frequent and weaker, although still wracked by occasional aftershocks. The mouths were withdrawn from his cock and hole and hands caressed him gently as his legs were allowed to relax. Rory was spent and drowsy as Phil held him close. His eyelids drooped and, totally exhausted, he fell asleep. When he awoke nearly an hour later he was surprised to see that everyone was dressed, including himself. "They must have dressed me" he thought. And that strangely embarrassed him -- somehow the thought of them seeing his small flaccid penis was more embarrassing than having his rampant hard cock on display, and he realised that he was blushing furiously -- a feature common to redheads. And he realised also that he had come to think of his member in its aroused state as his "cock", while at rest it was his "penis" - how weird is that! "Come on", said Phil, "I'll walk you home. Gotta make sure you're not molested on the way" he whispered into Rory's ear. He draped the blanket over the boy's shoulders since it was even chillIer now that the sun was going down. The other two guys gave him a hug, thanked him for a "lovely time", and both said they were looking forward to getting together again soon. As Phil and Rory walked down the track side by side Phil grinned at the boy and asked, "So what do you think now about being molested?" He reached under the blanket at the back and cupped Rory's little bum, allowing a finger to press gently into the crease over his shorts. In a small voice Rory answered "I liked it a lot". "And so did we three. To us it was like a dream come true to be able to molest a cute sexy boy like you". "You really think I'm sexy? I'm nothing special". "O yes you are! And I'll tell you a secret. I'm really jealous of Paul" "Why?" replied Rory, thinking maybe because of the size of Paul's cock. "Because he got to suck you and swallow your cum", he whispered into Rory's ear. They were passing a stand of ancient oaks and Phil steered Rory towards them. "Will you let me suck you before you get home?" Without waiting for an answer Phil gently pushed the boy so that he stood with his back to the trunk of a large oak. He parted the blanket and ran is hands up Rory's thighs and under the loose legs of his shorts. Rory was already half hard when those hands began to grope his cock and balls, and his cock throbbed to full erection in seconds. Phil tugged down the shorts and they fell to Rory's ankles. After the thorough earlier sexual workout Rory's scrotum was slightly looser now. Phil cupped the soft velvet pouch with one hand and closed the fingers of the other around the boy's cock. "Is this OK Rory? Do you want me to stop?" "Noooo .... please don't stop" he breathed. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the incredible sensations the man's hands gave him. But his eyes popped open and he looked down as Phil's hot wet mouth slid down his steel-hard shaft and he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward to meet the warm sheath of Phil's mouth. Phil moved his hands around the boy to grasp his slim little bum and pull him deeper towards his face, and a finger found his hole and caressed it softly. Phil released his cock momentarily and hoarsely demanded "Fuck my face Rory". To Rory this was so unexpected. He'd earlier submitted totally to the three adults possessing his body, but then he was under the influence of Paul's 'special' chocolate cake, the effects of which had now worn off. But now he was being asked to take the initiative -- and he wasn't quite sure if he was ready for that fundamental change. But as Phil's mouth licked and sucked on his cock, his finger stimulating his sensitive hole, and the hands on his bum pulling him in and out of that gloriously sucking mouth, Rory couldn't help himself. He thrust his rampant cock faster and faster and harder into Phil's mouth, pushing back against the penetrating finger as he withdrew. Then Phil suddenly released him, dove down and deftly sucked the boy's balls into his mouth and simultaneously pushed his finger through his sphincter. Rory cried out in ecstasy and continued to thrust. Phil sensed the boy's orgasm fast approaching and plunged down once again on his cock, sucking strongly and flicking his tongue round and round the exposed knob. With a shuddering spasm Rory's cock erupted and his sphincter clamped rhythmically around the invading finger. In fact the volume of semen was not great -- after all he had been totally drained just about an hour previously -- but it was no less shattering for that. Gradually the spasms of orgasm receded and Phil released the boy's cock from his mouth and carefully removed his finger from his bum. He reached down and retrieved the boy's shorts and pulled them up his legs. "Thank you Rory. I really enjoyed that. And all three of us are here for nearly another week, and I'm sure we will all get together again soon. But now it's time I got you home". (Did you like reading about Rory and want to know what else might happen to him? Let me know at ail)