The University Bar was the place where boys, by which I mean male students, came to pick up girls, by which I mean me. There were a lot of us girls, perhaps fifty who came in two or three times a week, waited for someone to buy us a couple of drinks and then walked home with them. Home was usually the student residence two blocks away. If your needs were more urgent than that, there were dark corners where nobody really worried much about what you were doing.

“Newcastle Brown, thanks,” I said to Sidney, the barman. One thing about this bar is they sell first rate beer.
“One minute,” said Sidney as he turned to look for a bottle in the cooler.
“I’ll pay for that,” said an African male voice close to me on my left. I hadn’t seen him sidle up to me. He looked good. Short by Glasgow University standards, five feet ten maybe. Slim, muscular arms shown off in a short sleeved shirt and clinging jeans, and deep brown African skin.
“I accept, honey,” I said, looking him straight in the face. “I’m Jennie. I was a student once. I’m reduced to re-living those wonderful days.”
“What did you study?” he asked me.
“Social psychology. I got a two-two back in 2000. My name was Jennifer Gore in those days.”
“Pleased to meet you,” he said, and held out his right hand for me to shake it. I noticed how smooth, downy, hairless and downright young he looked. “I’m Jonah but you can call me Jo and I’m here to study engineering mathematics.”
“You’re a serious brain-box, then.”

Sidney opened a pint bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale and put it in front of me with a straight glass. Jonah handed him a five pound note and got a handful of change.

“Thanks,” I said. “You didn’t need to pay. I’ll buy you one later on.”
“I only come here to pick up girls,” he told me.
“Wow,” I said, “I do like honesty in a man. Am I your first conquest tonight?”

There was a short pause in which he didn’t say what I expected to hear, so I said it for him. I poured the beer into the glass and I didn’t spill very much at all.

“Do you want to pick me up?” I asked.
“Definitely.”
“OK,” I said, “I’m yours for the evening.”
“What will your husband say?” Jo asked.
“Don’t worry. Firstly he’s with his boyfriends.” I didn’t mention that the boyfriends were Timmy, 10, and Greg, 8. “Secondly, if he complains about me straying from our double bed occasionally, I’ll spank him senseless.”
“He picks up boyfriends, when he has you to play with?”
“Mm,” I said, meaning “Yes.”

My phone beeped. I read a text from my husband, Peter, telling me that he would be out late with the boys. Probably just watching a late film in a cinema but they might be anywhere, including parked out of sight and sitting on the back seat of our car with their pants and diapers round their ankles with his hands expertly teasing and relieving them. Both boys still needed diapers for trips away from home.

“So, gorgeous,” I continued, trying to look seductively at Jo, “I haven’t had it for a while, my husband is not coming home until late tonight, and the only question is, my place or yours? Which is closer?”
“Don't know. Where is yours?” Jonah asked.
“A few miles,” I said, “but if I come with you I’ll have to leave before the last train home, whereas if you come with me then you’ll wake up with me, and you might meet my husband and his boyfriends.”
“And these boyfriends, what are they like?”
“Young,” I said, “and on the submissive side.” I snuggled up close to Jonah and I ran the palm of my hand along his cock. He put his arms around me protectively. The cock was seriously big, nine or ten inches at least, and already hard, straining at the material of his trousers. “They’d certainly enjoy meeting this big cock.”

I stroked Jonah’s cock many times on the train back to my home, at first through the tight jeans he was wearing and later, when the train emptied, on the bare with his zipper open. Very carefully I caressed the tip so as not to let him come. We kissed and he handled my breasts through my sweater so expertly that I was gasping with pleasure every time he touched them. Once through my front door we rushed up to the bedroom. I was too aroused for foreplay. That could come later. I didn’t even take my coat off, and I lay on the bed, feeling Jonah’s strong Black hands removing my panties and his thick, straight Black Cock sliding into me, making me gasp and squeal.

We had sex twice. The first time it was quick relief for both of us. The second time took longer, he was gentler and brought me firmly to a climax, and we began to talk afterwards. We were lying quietly on the bed just murmuring about everything, the way you do, when I heard the key in the front door and two excited little boys arrived, followed a moment later by my husband Peter.

Jonah jumped. “Is that your husband?”
“Yes,” I whispered back, “don’t worry, he won’t stop you.”
He called up to me. “It’s us, Jennie.”
“Fine,” I said, “I’ve got someone with me so you’re in the spare room for tonight.”
“OK,” he said, without much trace of disappointment. “The boys want to say goodnight, though, if that’s OK.”
“That’ll be fine,” I said, “just stay out of the way for tonight, darling. You can sleep with the boys if you want.”
“He took that very well,” said Jo.
“He’s used to it,” I said. “He prefers sharing the boys’ bed. He’ll fuck them half a dozen times, each. He’ll probably want me to give him a hand job later, that’s all. You and I have all night.”
“Does he ever, I mean, do your boyfriends ever…”
“Do my boyfriends ever fuck him, or give him a hand job?” I finished the question for him. “Sure. He’d love that. Go and tell him I said you could.”
“Not just yet.”

Jonah pushed me back onto the bed and pressed his lips onto mine. His tongue was licking my teeth. This guy was an expert.
“Where did you learn to do that?” I asked.
“At school,” he said.
“In which lesson?” I asked, incredulous.
“Detention. We had this teacher who had a soft spot for Black kids. Gorgeous woman. Kissing was the first lesson and there were other lessons after that.”
“I can imagine,” I said. “Spanking?”
“I learned to love the belt,” he told me. “I was sorry to leave. I wanted to stay in the Sixth Form and the Seventh Form and the Eighth Form and just stay in detention all day kissing, getting the belt and getting her pants off. She used to call me Big Boy.”

The boys rushed in and started telling us excitedly about the wonderful day that’d had. I noticed that Jonah was looking not so much at the boys’ faces but at their crotches.

“What beautiful boys,” Jonah sighed, and he reached out to stroke Timmy’s head.
“Which is prettier, do you think?” I asked, mischievously.
“The little one,” he said.
“Timmy,” I said, “this is Timmy, that one’s Greg, and they’re both gorgeous. I think I can work out what’s on your mind. Relax, you won’t shock Peter or me. Would you like to spend some time alone with them?”
“Yeah,” Jonah said.
“They need a shower and then clean diapers for the night. Go on. Make sure their cocks, balls and bottoms are scrupulously clean. Lots of talcum and baby oil. Timmy will show you where everything is.”
“You sure about this?” Jonah asked, as though I had given him half my kingdom.
“And remember,” I said, “the best way to check whether they’ve brushed their teeth properly is to French kiss them and lick their teeth.”

Jonah told the boys he was going to shower them, and they took to the idea instantly. Greg bounced off to the bathroom and Tim dived into the hall cupboard to pick up two clean diapers.

I lay listening to Jonah and the boys playing in the shower. I wondered whether to find a vantage point from which I would be able to see them, but on the whole I thought that if you’re going to watch your boyfriend playing naughty games with your little sons, it’s more honest to make yourself obvious than to sneak up on him.

I put on a black tease bra and tight panties and went down into the bathroom. Jonah was playing excitedly with the boys, holding Greg’s cock and kissing him while slipping his arm around little Timmy’s waist.

“Ignore me,” I said, “I need a shower. You look very clean, all three of you, so why don’t you dry yourselves off. Jonah, you can go to the boys’ room with them if you want.”

The boys shared a room and a king size bed with a plastic under-sheet. They preferred sharing to having rooms of their own.

“Where will you be?” Jonah asked me.
“In my own bed, of course,” I said, “perhaps.”
“Jo’s a big man,” Greg told me, instinctively understanding the beauty and rarity of a cock the size of Jonah’s.
“May we measure it?” Timmy asked.
“Of course,” I said, “and remember to tell me what you find out.”
“Ooh!” said the boys.

Jonah seemed a bit embarrassed to be caught nude. I threw him a towel from the hooks on the bathroom wall and told him to take the boys, go to the boys’ room and there to dry them carefully all over.

Watching them through the open doors as I shucked off the lingerie, I saw that Peter was already lying in the double bed in the boys’ room. I saw Greg reaching for his school bag and find the wooden ruler. There was a moment’s activity out of sight and then Timmy called to me.

“Mom!” Timmy was calling.
“Yes?” I was standing under the shower and quite enjoying washing the evening’s sweat off, but the boys had other plans for me.
“Mom, come and see!”
“What have you found?” I asked as I turned the shower off and wandered into the boys’ room, dripping wet.
“He’s nine inches,” said Timmy, “that’s more than twice Dad’s.”
“Dad’s is enough,” I said, but only to make Peter feel better about himself, with his four inches.

Greg reached into his satchel again and found a tube of silicone lubricant.

“Here,” said Greg, handing the tube to Jonah, “you’ll need this.”
“Well, thanks,” said Jonah, “do you really want me to use this?”
“It hurts a bit if you don’t,” said Timmy in a matter of fact way.
“You could use it on Peter,” I said, trying to be mischievous. “Peter, bend over the end of the bed for my lovely new boyfriend Jonah.”
Peter looked at me in mild disbelief. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Greg, my darling, can you go to the living room and fetch the wooden paddle?”
“Oh, Mom… I’ve not done anything.”
“It isn’t for you,” I said. “And it isn’t for Timmy, either. Now, Peter, bend over — thank you, Greg — Peter, bend over the end of the bed.”

Peter moved as slowly as he dared. He stood close to Jonah and then bent forwards, backside raised, head down.

“I think this might hurt a bit,” I said.

Jonah was silent. He squeezed lube into his hand and rubbed it into Peter’s bum cleft and spread some on his cock. Then, standing behind Peter, he pressed his cock against Peter’s tight rear aperture. Peter winced slightly.

“Oh, God,” he said.
“God created paddles,” I said, “so bend over and relax the sphinctre so that Jonah can get what he needs.”
“Oh! Oh!” Peter was beginning to really feel it. The cock was maybe an inch inside.
“I’m hurting him,” said Jonah.
“Good. I don’t mind,” I said. “If he pulls away he’ll be discussing his misbehaviour with this.” I held the paddle up. “He doesn’t usually resist after he’s had a word with the wooden paddle.”

Jonah reached around Peter, lifted his cock and held the balls. “Bend over,” he told Peter, “head down, bum up, or I’ll squeeze your balls flat.”

I put the paddle down on a chair where either of us could find it if we needed it.

I had the impression that Peter and Jonah were getting on fine so I made an excuse and a bright idea struck me. I went into the kitchen and found a vegetable knife (it’s viciously sharp but don’t worry, nobody is going to get hurt) and I took the knife into the cupboard and cut slits in the rear of two plastic disposable diapers. I heard Peter yelp and I guessed he had tried to stand and had his balls squeezed. Good for Jonah, I thought, you need to subdue men occasionally. I waited until Peter’s moans had died away and went back into the living room.

“You squeezed his balls hard,” I said to Jonah.
“Yeah,” said Jonah, “he’ll feel that for a few hours.”
“Good,” I said, and I gave the plastic diapers to him. “Put these on the boys, they’re supposed to keep the diapers on.”

As Peter recovered from the ball ache, Jonah beckoned Greg over, unfastened the diaper from around his waist and stretched the new one into place. He stuck the tabs down and noticed that the slit at the back of the diaper had opened slightly, giving a glimpse of the bum-cleft that lay inside.

“Sexy diapers,” said Jonah.
“Do you want to change Timmy as well?” I asked.

As Jonah was getting Timmy’s used diaper off, Peter tried to stand up, saying he thought he could safely leave the room and he’d be pleased if the boys came to join him later on. He was still only half standing when I grabbed the paddle and swung it against his buttocks as hard as I could.

“Ow! Christ, that hurt.” Peter started to rub his bottom.
“Hands on head and bend over,” I said, and I gave him another serious whack on the butt.
“Yow!” he yelled.
“You can leave when Jonah says you can,” I said. “You’re his for the night so do what he tells you.”

“He may go,” said Jonah.
“I guess we’ll be a while yet, Peter,” I said, ‘so take the cock pump.’

The Venus cock pump, an amazing invention, could keep bringing a male (including, of course, Tim and Greg) to orgasm repeatedly without a partner. I gave so little sex to Peter now that he depended on it. The boys often disappeared with it for a while when they needed release.

Jonah had changed Timmy into a bottomless diaper and was now running his finger across the crotch of the used diaper, feeling the wet patch which Timmy had left in it. He held the diaper to his mouth and kissed the patch frantically, in the grip of a fetish, his cock rising and lengthening and readying itself to take full advantage of two cute little boys in backless diapers.

“Kneel on the bed, you two,” I told them. Jonah loaded a finger with lubricant and slipped it into Timmy’s backside, and the cock slid easily into the little boy’s bum cleft. Timmy gasped. He loved the sensation of a big man pumping his ass with slow but deep, firm strokes.

“How are you and Jonah getting along?” I asked Timmy, as his body rocked in rhythm with Jonah’s thrusting hips.
“He’s really giving it to me,” said Timmy, “I like this! His cock is huge and very hard.”
“I’m good at it,” said Jonah. He reached around Timmy’s tummy and began to play with the balls, as they raised a bump in the diaper. “You going to piss in your diaper, little boy?” he asked.

Timmy released a short stream and smiled. Greg looked at his brother as he tried to push some wetness out of his little bladder.

“Good boy,” said Jonah, “he’s let out some more golden rain. The diaper is warm and I felt his cock move.”
“He loves you,” I said, “that’s obvious.”
“Mom, I love this bit.” said Timmy, “your boyfriend’s about to pump!”
“You’re so good at it that he can’t hold on any longer,” I said.
Timmy put his head down and pushed his buttocks towards Jonah so that the cock sunk all the way in. Jonah gasped and Timmy smiled as he felt Jonah release his load. It took a while before Timmy smirked, “Oh, wow, Mom. I really liked that.”

Jonah was left limp and Greg saw an opportunity to give him something special.

“Why don’t you let me wash your cock and then I’ll suck it,” smiled Greg, “if you let me, of course.”
“That’s quite an offer,” I said to Jonah, “Greg certainly doesn’t say that to all the boys.”

One trip to the shower later, Greg lay on the bed in a 69 with my new Black boyfriend while Timmy lay behind him, carefully choosing his position, legs wide apart, so that I could hold and caress his balls. I sat close behind Timmy, reached over and found Timmy’s balls through the diaper. I lifted them and caressed them. They were harder, bigger than usual. Jo’s cock was thrusting slowly into Greg’s mouth and Greg's swollen balls raised a low hill in the tight plastic skin of the diaper, telling me unmistakeably that Greg was one thoroughly aroused eight year old boy. Timmy was feeling the excitement too. I pressed a finger through the opening in the rear of his diaper and slid it an inch into the waiting bottom. Timmy pushed back at me, trying to take my finger deeper still, and wriggling in his excitement. I could feel his cock like a two and a half inch rod of steel. I twisted myself around so as to kiss Timmy closely on the mouth.

I took the plastic dildo from the bedside table and pressed it a little way into Timmy's rear. He cried in a mixture of ecstasy and sore, stretched rear.

“Greg told me he’s been practising,” said Timmy.
“Oh? Who does he practise on?” I expected the answer “His dad,” but Greg said “At school. At the circle jerk.”

Jonah jolted suddenly and breathed, “Oh!” I watched him release his milk into Greg’s sweet mouth. Greg swallowed, the darling, as Jo stroked Greg's cock to its dry orgasm. In my hand I felt Timmy’s cock move gently and then pump its load into the taut diaper. Timmy pumped so hard that I could hear his prostate contracting hard as a drumbeat of quiet, unmistakeable clicks. He was pumping the clear liquid of just pre pubescent boys. Soon he would be making girls pregnant.