Taken from....McGreggor, the Penitent Bareback Postboy and the Virgin Priest

[scotty2]

McGreggor was lying on the rug, propped up on one arm, sipping his lager. Danny was crossed-legged, his now clean dick jutting obscenely upwards, the tip of his foreskin forming a pretty knot.

"So Bobby," asked McGreggor, "how do you feel about me fucking you today?" So far Danny had been Bobby's biggest cock. The boy looked trepidatious, wary.

"Oh, I am not sure, Mr McGreggor. Your cock's really big. It might hurt." Bobby opened his third can of lager. Danny and McGreggor exchanged a furtive look. Danny reached for more lager. McGreggor winked at him, nodding.

"It might a bit, I suppose," conceded McGreggor. "But it turns nice later, doesn't it Bobby?"

"That's true, aye," replied the ginger-teen. He wasn't convinced.

"How about I just put it in a wee bit today, and then take it straight out if you don't like it?" suggested McGreggor. Danny looked amused.

"I suppose so then," Bobby said, looking at Danny for guidance. Bobby still wasn't sure.

"I'd go for it Bobby," said Danny. "We've got some nice lube that will help. And poppers too. You like those, don't you?"

Bobby nodded. He was pleased McGreggor had remembered to buy a bottle for him. Mrs Boswell at Achtimachter General Stores didn't stock them. She'd seemed confused when Bobby had asked for a bottle. Bobby was not the brightest star in the constellation. Many the bet had been lost when the boy had passed six GCSEs two years earlier.

"Aye, Bobby with that lube and a nice wee bottle of poppers, that cock will slide up there in no time," teased McGreggor. "You won't even notice it's there." Danny smiled discretely trying not to laugh.

Bobby lay face down on the tartan rug, honeybees buzzing in his ears, the smell of cut grass in his nose and the slow burn of McGreggor's cock-head pressing at his sphincter.

"You OK Bobby, son?" whispered McGreggor.

"Yes," said Bobby through tightly clenched teeth. "It's burning though." Bobby had broken into a sweat.

"It'll pass son. Now Daddy's going to go a bit further Bobby. Is that OK?"

Bobby nodded uncertainly, then yelped like a scalded puppy. McGreggor stopped pushing with great reluctance. What he really wanted to do was shove his huge cock home in one violent, colon-tearing movement. His cock-head was enveloped in the soft, gripping velvet of Bobby's anal lips. McGreggor willed himself to go slowly.

"Come on now, son. Stop being a wee baby," said McGreggor, trying to sound patient. "Daddy's cock needs to go further in." Please, Bobby, thought the man silently. Please let me in.

Danny lay down on the rug, positioning himself near Bobby's flushed, tormented face. "You're doing awffy well Bobby. Mr McGreggor's got his dick really far inside you now." Bobby grinned, his blue eyes lighting up, his pale forehead dripping with pearls of sweat.

Danny stretched out so that his face was opposite the young postman's. Danny kissed Bobby's full lips. Then he kissed McGreggor. McGreggor had his strong arms under Bobby's armpits, his hands gripping the lad's shoulders at the front. Bobby was enjoying the fuck a bit more now. The burn was vanishing. He was hasty in his complacency, however.

McGreggor was barely a third of the way in. The randy estate owner pulled out of Bobby's white, wobbly buttocks with a squelch. He applied nearly half a tube of lube before returning his cock to the warmth of the teenager's half-defeated anus.

"Relax Bobby," purred McGreggor seductively, "Daddy's not going to hurt you if you just relax." He was wrong. Bobby yelped, thin lines of spit stretching between his open, red lips, his eyes clenched shut. But McGreggor's cock had beaten the stubborn sphincter and his cock glided through ripples of tight boy-colon. Bobby bucked like a branded calf, writhing and sweating under McGreggor's weight.

"Good boy, son!" said McGreggor. "Well done, laddie."

Bobby lay panting on the rug, his wet eyes open. Danny kissed him and Bobby returned the kiss warmly. Bobby found Danny's dark Celtic face reassuring. The young redhead's heart flipped as his tongue caressed Danny's. The young butler tasted of beer and cigarettes and cock. Danny leant back.

"Is it in now, Mr McGreggor?" asked the impaled teenager. He really, really hoped so.

"Aye son, it is," McGreggor hissed proudly. "All the way!" The man wanted to shoot there and then. He wasn't going to though. Not yet.

"Does it still hurt?" asked Danny, stroking Bobby's ginger crew cut.

"A wee bit, aye. But it's OK. I dinnae mind." Bobby was smiling again.

"Do you fancy a wee bit of poppers Bobby?" asked Danny. Bobby smiled and nodded. The smell of stinky socks filled the air as Bobby snorted his fill. Then Bobby sighed and purred, savouring the deep, indescribable feeling of satedness, the bliss of a man's huge cock all the way inside him. It was warm now. Full. Exciting. McGreggor began to push in and out, his stomach sticking to Bobby's wet back.

"Oh fuck," groaned Bobby in ecstasy. He began to moan and pant like a randy whore. "Oh that's good!" he screamed, clawing at the rug, crumpling it. Bobby's legs were writhing, kicking up and down as far as McGreggor's weight would allow.

"Bobby," gasped McGreggor, "Daddy's going to seed your bum now. Are you ready, sonny?"

"Fuck, yeah!" hissed Bobby. His cock was rubbing against the rough rug, a tingling feeling spreading through his groin.

McGreggor's urethra was also tingling, his balls preparing to spew man-fat into the boy's plump bum. "Oh fuck, Bobby, hold on son!" and then McGreggor yelled out, gripping the boy tightly, impaling him deep and hard, his cum spilling out like living lava inside the boy's colon.

When it was over, McGreggor pulled out carefully. Bobby's cum-sloppy ass clasped shut, trapping the precious seed inside his bruised cavity. "Dinnae spill it laddie," said McGreggor, panting and laying back on the rug. The sun was hot, the sky a deep blue. "Daddy needs a wee rest," he laughed, panting.

[freshxtop5]

Hot story! Almost blew my load reading that.

[scotty2]

Glad to hear it freshxtop5. I really enjoy it that other guys wanna cum over my writing. It's almost like making them cum with my cock.