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 When I was 15 I ran away from home with a friend.  We hitchhiked all over
the UK until one afternoon we were just outside Gloucester.  There was a
big pub called the White Hart, so we decided to spend our last few
shillings on a drink and a sandwich.

   The place was run by two guys, maybe twenty-five or thirty years old,
who obviously cottoned on to the fact that we were runaways, and they
invited us to stay the night.  They gave us dinner, and afterwards my
friend and I discussed the possibility that these guys were homosexual and
that they would want to take us to bed with them.  We decided, in our
innocence, that it was worth getting our asses fucked for the food ,and, we
hoped, the money we could get from this encounter.  After all, how bad
could it be?

   When the pub closed that evening the two guys did indeed take us to
their beds, after showering with us.  That part was for two young and
innocent boys, quite fun.  We got our cocks played with and even got a blow
job.  A first for both of us.  So far so good.  As we expected we were
taken to separate bedrooms to get our asses fucked.  It was at this point
that things started to take an unexpected turn.  At least for me it was
unexpected.  I later found out my friend had guessed what was expected.

   Instead of being turned face down with my ass in the air, the guy in bed
with me knelt beside me and held his cock in my face.  He then proceeded to
teach me how to suck cock.  After the initial shock and refusal to do it, I
was threatened with a 'good spanking' if I didn't comply.  So very
unwillingly I took his cock in my hand and bent my head to suck him off. 
It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  No nasty taste or anything,
just a fleshy rod to suck on.  Then he came.  Much to his amusement I
gagged, choked and coughed it all over the place.  He wiped me off with a
tissue and told me I'd done a good job, and to lay down on my side with my
back to him.

   From that point on it was all about what I could feel He was behind me
and he'd put out the light.  First came the cuddle.  Then the Vaseline
covered finger that wormed its way into my bum.  No big deal.  Then came
the round and probing knob end of his cock, pushing in and out ever so
gently until he decided my ass was too tight (despite his continuous advice
to me to relax) to gain entry easily, so he just heaved and forced it up
me. The pain was enough to make me cry out, and try to get up off the bed.
Unfortunately for me, he knew exactly what he was doing, and as he forced
his cock into me, he rolled me over onto my face, shoving one knee between
my legs to get me spread and fuckable.  Which was what he proceeded to do.
For what seemed an eternity to me he fucked my ass in ever stronger thrusts
until I felt him shake and push hard against my bum.  He shot an
unbelievable amount of cum into me, then kissed the back of my head and
said he'd be back in a minute.

   The bedroom door opened and closed, and I was left alone with a box of
tissues in the dark.  After a couple of minutes, the door opened and closed
again and I was gently pushed back onto the bed.  This time, however, my
legs were lifted up and pinned to my shoulders.  My first hint something
was different was the way he moved.  His hands seemed to hold me in a
tighter grip.  His movements were not as quick as before.  But it wasn't
until his cock started to force my already tortured ass apart that I
realised this was a different guy.  His cock was thicker and longer, and as
he fucked into me, for the second time that night I gave a shout of pain.
Because I was still slippery from the first fuck, this guy had a fairly
easy time getting into me.  I just stretched into pain and he slid into
what he described as he fucked me, as a 'nice tight little boy'!  Again I
was fucked for quite a while until he eventually shot his load into me.  He
let go of my legs, and to my horror, kissed me on the lips.  He just got
off the bed and went away.

   I remember just laying there exhausted and feeling a bit sore, when,
inevitably, the door opened again and guy number one came back in.  Now I
can see they were making the most of a couple of tight little virgins.  But
then it was a horrible shock to me to realise I was going to be fucked over
and over again until the two of them were sated.  My friend in the next
bedroom must have had a hard first time.  At least when guy number two and
his huge cock fucked me, I'd already been stretched and greased for him. 
So the two of us just lay in separate beds all night and the two guys kept
taking turns with us.  In the morning we could hardly walk..  All the next
day we had cum running out of us, and we were sore for a week.  And all for
dinner and a shower.