‘You came here with a man you met in a public toilet. * * *
Some ten minutes later I was hauled to my feet and led into the kitchen. ‘We don’t want him going rusty on us.’
‘He’ll be shitting bricks for a week if he goes rusty,’ put in Keith. Jerome disappeared into the kitchen as I complied with his instructions. ‘What a lovely bum-boy,’ he said. ‘How far away is your place; and what about my bike?’ I asked. Eric kissed me full on the lips as his friends squeezed my nipples, caressed my ball-sac and licked the tip of my cock. My head began to swim the instant the vapour hit my sinuses. ‘Oh to be a virgin again,’ said Keith, as he eased his cock-head into my bum-hole. ‘I’m not going to do that, someone might see.’
‘None of the locals use the lane nowadays, not since they built the bypass. ‘Oil him up some more, Clive,’ said Eric. ‘I think we better go back to my place,’ he said.
