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 PORN STARS

   By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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   Part 3

   He was late as usual.  Fucking London Transport had problems as usual.
And the consequence of all of this was that we had to run half the way from
the tube at the other end to the address we'd been given - we remembered
what they'd said, about being late.

   We're both young and very fit, but Alex and I were both breathing
heavily when we went through the door of the anonymous shed-like building
in West London.

   The same secretary woman as we'd seen in Soho was sitting there, and she
told us to take a seat.  There were a couple of those 'reception' sofas in
the area, and the other one was already occupied by two guys, so Alex and I
went and sat on the other, facing them.

   These were big guys - really big.  They were almost squashed together on
the sofa.  When I say big, I don't mean fat - no, far from it: they were
all muscle.  I guess they must have been 6'2" or even 6'4", and they were
both proportionately broad.  I thought they must be in their thirties.

   One of them was conventionally handsome - short cropped black hair, blue
eyes, smiling at us.  He looked totally relaxed and at ease.  He was
wearing a pure white T-shirt, and pale blue jeans - those 'washed out' ones
that aren't at all fashionable, Alex and I were of course in our "baggies",
His thin jeans were stretched skin-tight because he was so obviously
muscular - you could almost see the tendons in his legs.  And it was
perfectly obvious that he "dressed on the left", as there was the clear
outline of a huge cock that was being pressed tight to his thigh by the
fabric.

   The other guy was almost a freak, though.  He too had skin tight
washed-out jeans on (and a huge cock, like the other one), but you could
hardly look at this because his top half was so amazing.  He wore a tight
white singlet, and his upper arms and shoulders that were exposed were
completely covered in one of those "tribal" tattoos.  His dark blond hair
had almost been shaved off his head, it was so short.  But I just couldn't
take my eyes off his most amazing feature - he had a big, stainless steel
ring through the septum of his nose, hanging down so that it almost fell
across his lips!  Yes, I know a lot of guys have rings these days, in their
ears, but they're usually small and discrete.  This ring was big, and
solid-looking, and through his nose.

   I almost couldn't take my eyes off it, and I saw him starting to glare
back at me as he noticed the attention both Alex and I were giving him.  I
forced myself to look away, and then saw, through the thin white singlet,
that he'd obviously got rings through his nipples, too.  I could clearly
see the outline of really big nipples on his very prominent muscular chest,
and each of these had the outline of a big ring through it.

   The singlet had pulled up, or had been pulled up, out of the front of
his jeans, and as I watched his big hand reached under there and he slowly
and languorously scratched at his belly, and he started to yawn.  I
couldn't help noticing that there were ridges of muscle across his belly,
and his pubic hair straggled up from the top of the very low-cut jeans, to
disappear through his fingers towards his navel.

   What were these guys doing here, I wondered.  Were they planning to make
two films today?  It was kind of interesting that they'd chosen Alex and me
as we were different in many ways - different hair, different bodies, but
alike in many others - same sort of age, both with hard bodies, both well
hung with uncut cocks.  It looked as if they'd done the same with those two
guys - both were about the same age, both had extremely well developed
hard, tough-looking bodies, and both were clearly well hung (assuming those
were cocks stuffed in their jeans, and they had not padded them out!).  Yet
they were different, too - the black-haired guy was, as I said, "handsome"
- ruggedly so - and he sat there smiling.  He was clearly fit, tough and
muscled, yet all his body seemed to be well proportioned The other guy was
blond, but was obviously making some sort of statement: he'd chosen to have
the tattoos on display, by wearing a singlet rather than a normal T, and
you couldn't, of course, fail to notice the big ring through his nose.  He
was, if anything, too muscled - although not gross, like some of those body
builders, he was much bulkier generally than the dark-haired guy.

   We all four sat there, none of us saying anything, when the door opened
and the younger guy we'd seen in Soho came out.

   "Right - Ray and Alex".  He came over, and shook our hands.

   "Good to see you again.  Not nervous are you, first time?"

   "No way", Alex interjected, as was his way.  "Ready to get up and at
'em. Or do I mean up and in 'em?"

   "Right, lads, this way then."

   We went along a couple of corridors, then through one of those heavy
double "soundproof" doors into a big room.  It was very bright in there -
these were lots of those big flood lights set close to the ceiling.  The
floor was thickly carpeted with pale beige carpet.  The only things in the
room were a huge bed, with a headboard made of stainless steel bars,
against one wall, and a big black leather couch against the other wall. 
I'd never seen such a big bed - much larger than "king size", and the other
curious thing was that there were no bedclothes on it - just a tight white
fitted sheet covering the mattress.  At the far side of the room the carpet
changed to tiles, and there was a big "wet" area with a shower head over
it, and a lavatory standing there, totally exposed.

   "OK, lads", the man told us.  "This is our special studio for
first-timers!  We've had too many failures when guys who claimed to be hot
studs totally failed to get it up the first time, and we wasted all the
time and money on bringing in the whole crew and getting no usable material
- there's not much point in filming soft cocks, after all, when we're
supposed to be making hard porn.  It's usually because however much of a
stud a bloke is, he's just not used to doing it when a whole lot of other
men are watching him, holding a microphone near his face, poking the camera
lenses in between his body and the one he's fucking to get those shots of
his cock thrusting in and out, and so on."

   "So we put together this room.  Although you can't easily see them, we
have twelve video cameras in here, mounted behind panels in the walls and
ceilings.  We simply tape everything that goes on using all 12 cameras,
then cut and edit a film from that.  We don't have quite such intimate
views, as the wall cameras can't get between a couple of fucking bodies,
but it usually turns out all right - we normally manage to capture some
shots of balls bouncing and asses thrusting from the cameras mounted lower
down, as well as the usual general shots of sweaty bodies on the bed.  I'd
advise you to simply forget that there are any cameras concealed at all,
and just go about your business perfectly naturally.  We usually find that
after the first couple of minutes most guys can, quite easily, especially
when their normal lust takes over."

   "Don't worry about the bed, either.  It's been specially made, as you
can tell from its size, and we had it made strong enough so that four of
you can throw each other around as much as you like, all at the same time,
and it won't break or even wobble!  And there's a shower and a lavatory
over there that you can build into the action if you want - you're all
totally visible anywhere you are here on the set."

   "Any questions, then?"

   I could think of hundreds of things I wanted to know, but Alex leapt in
as usual

   "How long have we got, then?"

   "There's no one else booked in here, so take as long as you like, or as
long as you can bear!  We usually fins, especially with young first-time
lads like you that there's a tendency to cum almost immediately - I suppose
you can't contain yourselves!  Then you need to recover, and then get stuck
in to a long session - it's long sessions, with lots of kissing and
caressing and exploration of your partner's body that our customers like.
You fuck again, of course.  Then you can repeat the whole thing as many
times as you like.  We'll edit however long you take, from all 12 cameras,
down to about an hour and a quarter anyway.  It all depends, of course, on
how long your partners feel like it, really."

   "Anything else?"

   "No.", said Alex, without even asking me.  I'd thought it would be good
to know what to do if we wanted a drink, or something to eat.  I thought
that it was obvious what we would have to do if we needed the lavatory -
I'm glad I would only need to piss in it even if we went on all day as I'd
had a good crap that morning.  Pissing in front of others is bad enough -
but if I had to crap....  Well, I don't know what I'd do.

   "OK then.  Let me introduce your partners....".  He opened the door, and
ushered in the two huge men that had been in reception.

   "Alex and Ray, meet Steve and Joe." He pointed us out as he was
speaking, and the big tattooed guy was Joe and the handsome one Steve.

   "Alex and Ray haven't done this sort of thing before", he continued
smoothly, "But Steve and Joe are very experienced and have starred in
several of our very popular pieces.  They'll show you everything...  And
they'll probably teach you a few interesting things you didn't know...."

   Alex butted in at that point "No way!  We're here to do a straight porn
film.  We're normal, straight lads - there's no way I'm going with a bloke
- it's fucking disgusting!"

   The man in charge just looked at Alex, and waited until he'd stopped,
then said in a quiet but menacing voice "You lads kept on about women when
my partner and I saw you earlier in the week, but did you hear us even once
do so?  All we did was talk about four people making a high quality
hard-core porn DVD.  You agreed to do it, and now we've got everything
lined up - the technicians, the studio, and last, but not least Steve and
Joe here, you're going to do it.  Fucking it certainly will be, as you
said, but not disgusting: Steve and Joe have some of the best bodies you'll
find in gay porn, and some of the biggest cocks.  Once you've got used to
it, you won't find it 'disgusting' at all."

   "No way!  We're out of here.  Come on, Ray...."

   Alex moved towards the door, but at a nod from the guy in charge the big
bloke, Joe, grabbed at him as he went past and wrapped his massive arm
around Alex to hold him.  I froze - I suppose I should also have run for
the door, but I couldn't move.  Alex started to try to kick at the giant
who was holding him, and the man just laughed and hauled Alex off the
floor, gripping him tight so that Alex started to have difficulties in
breathing.

   "Right, you guys, I'll leave you to it - I don't want to spoil any of
the shots, or the atmosphere", the guy in charge said, and went through the
door, closing it behind him.

   Seeing some movement unfroze me, and I then decided to make a run for it
- if I could get out, I could use my mobile to call for help.  I dashed
towards the door, but when I got there found there was no handle!

   "Yes, we're all in here together", the handsome guy, Steve, said,
smiling at me.  "That door doesn't get opened by them until they've got
enough good footage.  There's sometimes a problem with first-timers like
you, and we've found this is a good way of preventing you from doing a
runner.  Once you've relaxed a bit, you'll stop worrying about it."

   "Look, you can't do this to us....  "

   "Yes, we can.  Do it TO you, and WITH you, and IN you....  Now, stop
being a silly lad, and come over here and let me have a proper feel of
you."

   "No.  We never agreed to this...  "

   "Look, .....Ray, isn't it?  You did agree to it.  You made an agreement
to star in their latest porn film with two other actors.  As you heard the
man say, there was nothing agreed about them being women!  Joe and I have
done several of these, and we're experienced actors - not that you'll find
that much acting is required, once we get started.  We usually find that
normal male passions take over - well, they do for us, anyway, and we've
never noticed any of the other guys lacking excitement, either."

   "Now", he continued, "Get over here."

   As he said this he made a couple of steps towards me, and I could see
that he easily had the strength and physique to totally overpower me, just
as his mate had with Alex.  But still I stood there, as if rooted to the
spot.  So he came closer, and the next moment, in one smooth gesture, he
wrapped one of his big muscular arms around my waist, cupped his other hand
behind my head, pulled me close to him and clamped his lips onto mine!

   I'd never had a man kiss me before - dad certainly didn't do that sort
of thing, even when I was a little kid.  And even if he had, he wouldn't
have done it like this.  I could feel the guy's tongue trying to force it's
way into my mouth, but I resisted.  He broke away slightly, and said in a
low, menacing voice "Open your mouth, you little fucker.  I want to kiss
you properly."

   He started to try to kiss me again, but still I resisted.  His hand that
was around my waist moved suddenly downwards, and I felt him starting to
massage my cock and balls through the fabric of my jeans.  I gave a little
yelp of surprise, and that was all he needed - his tongue forced itself
between my lips, and was soon deeply in my mouth.  I could feel its hot
wetness as he now pulled my head tightly close to his, and the sensation of
his tongue sliding over mine and then probing around in my mouth was
absolutely amazing.  I've kissed a lot of girls, of course, and it's
usually hard to get them to snog properly, mouths open, the first time. 
But this guy had forced himself on me, and now was really kissing me with
such force, much more than I had ever dared to use on any of the girls. 
And it felt rally different not to have to be making the running - it was
him thrusting his tongue into me, trying to get right down my throat it
seemed, not me trying to do it.

   I found myself responding - my own tongue started to probe for his, and
I desperately wanted to gently bite and nibble at his lips.  My arms
wrapped themselves around him, and I found myself pulling my body close to
his, trying to close all the gaps between us.  But most amazingly, and the
thing I could never have forecast, my cock was rock hard, straining
desperately to be released from my boxers and jeans - I knew it had swelled
to its maximum, and I had exquisite feelings of pleasure flooding up from
it as his big hand continued to cup and caress me.

   It can't have lasted for more than thirty seconds or so, then he broke
off and half pushed me away.

   "See - not bad, is it, to have a proper man take charge?  You're just
like most of the lads I have first time - they all never think they want to
go with a man, but once they've seen how physically exciting it can be,
their bodies take over.  That's how it was for you, wasn't it - I felt you
starting to respond enthusiastically to my kiss, and, if I'm not mistaken,
your cock was showing signs of life....."

   "Anyway....  We shall see, as the day goes on.  Now we're not giving the
cameras much of a show - why don't we go over to the sofa, get naked, and
carry on this initial exploration with a lot more tactile surfaces
exposed?"

   He put one of his big hands around my left bicep, and before I could say
anything, he was leading me over towards the sofa.  I really didn't have
the will to resist, somehow.

   "Hey, Joe, are you going to stand there all day with that lad?", he
called to his partner as we walked.  "Get him stripped, so we can have a
good look at him."

   We stopped, and without hesitating in any way, and with absolutely no
sign of embarrassment, he pulled off his T in one smooth movement.  He was
beautifully muscled, and his pecs were solid and firm.  He had big
chocolate-coloured nipples, and a light thatch of dark black hair over his
chest that trickled down in a wide "treasure trail" around his navel and
across his firm, flat belly to disappear down into those absurdly tight
jeans.  Still without stopping, he bent over and pulled off his trainers
and socks.  As he did, I saw his backbone standing out from his heavily
muscled back, and his tight jeans stretched downwards to show the top of
his arse crack - he had a little tuft of hair growing there, at the base of
his spine.  Jesus Christ, a part of was saying, you're not supposed to
notice things like this about men's bodies!

   He straightened up, and, facing me, and locking his eyes on mine, he
reached down and undid the buttons on his jeans, pushed his thumbs into the
waistband, and casually pushed them down towards the floor.  He kicked at
them and stepped forward, so he was now totally naked, with his amazing
body totally exposed.  I couldn't help looking down, and my own cock gave a
judder of excitement as I saw his magnificent member for the first time -
as the fabric of the jeans had slipped over it, it had sprung out and was
rock hard, the tip reaching upwards towards his belly.  He was circumcised,
so I could see the amazing thick flange running around the head, and it was
obvious that his cock was on the same big scale as the rest of him.  Even
his balls seemed to be large - they were carried low, and his sac was
swaying gently, showing that they must be heavy and very free hanging.

   "Come on, Ray, lad, your turn now!" He was still looking directly at me,
and still smiling.

   I hesitated.  I didn't want to strip in front of another man anyway, and
now I could see this truly magnificent body in front of me, I was even more
reluctant - there was just no way that I would look as good as that.  I
know I'm considered to have a strong, muscular athlete's body, but at 16 I
just haven't got the muscular development to compare with him - I've got
good biceps, firm pecs, a flat belly, and a muscular neck, but they just
have not filled out completely, yet.

   He saw me doing nothing, wavering, and stepped towards me.  Both hands
gripped my T and he started to pull it out of my jeans, then onwards and
upwards.

   "Arms above your head", he called out, and he just pulled my T up over
my head and dropped it to the floor.  Suddenly we were kissing again - he'd
just pulled me close, and started to probe me with his tongue.  But now it
was totally different - his hot body was pressed against my naked chest,
and one of his hands was playing with my right nipple - I'd never
experienced anything like this before, and I started to squirm with the
excitement and the pain it was causing .  As I did this, I got another
sensation - I realised his rock-hard cock was pressing into me, and I could
feel it even through my jeans.  I was so confused, that I don't know which
sensation was the most amazing: the feel of his hairy upper body against
mine, his tongue probing my mouth, his finger and thumb tweaking my nipple,
or his cock thrusting at me and stabbing into my crotch.

   "You can do the rest yourself", he went on cheerily after he had pushed
me away a little.  "Come on - off with those jeans and let's have a proper
feel of you.  You're going to have to be naked, you know, so you may as
well get used to the idea and strip willingly for me."

   Starting to blush with embarrassment I bent down and took off my
trainers and socks, then unbuckled my belt and pushed my jeans down.  The
front of my cotton boxers was tented out with my erect cock, and my feeling
of embarrassment, and the deep red colour I was going, both deepened as he
looked at me.

   "Right, Ray - a couple of tips if you're going to do more of this work.
First, never wear a belt with a big buckle like you have - when we pressed
close a moment ago, it was uncomfortable for me and I might have got spiked
on the pin.  And secondly, real men don't wear boxers under jeans - they're
OK if you've got a suit on and don't want the drips of piss, those little
unfortunate brown stains we all sometimes get at the back, and the odd
spurt of pre-cum, to stain fancy clothes.  But with jeans, it's not
necessary - you can always drop them into the wash every couple of days
after all.  The audience wants to see your body exposed as the jeans slide
to the ground, and having those boxers spoils it.  Now, let's lose them,
shall we?"

   With my eyes still looking into his, I did as he said - put my thumbs
under the elastic of the waistband, and slid them down over my hips.  I got
a little thrill of sensation as the elastic cleared the tip of my erect
cock, and, of course, once it was free it bounced upwards.

   I was half expecting him to come over and kiss me again, but instead he
sat back on the big leather sofa, his legs half apart so that his balls
could hang down comfortably and his cock reach upwards.  One arm was along
the back of the sofa, and the other on its arm.  He was totally relaxed,
totally open and exposed, and I could only marvel at the way at which he
could react so normally when he was naked and erect with other guys there,
two of whom he'd never met before.

   "Over here, Ray....", he said quietly.  "Come and sit down."

   I moved over, and went to sit next to him.

   "No, not there.  Come and sit on my lap."

   I felt shocked.  I hadn't sat on anyone's lap since I was a kid!  Of
course I'd had some of the girls I'd been with sitting across me, and now I
was being told to do that with this guy.  I hesitated.

   "Come on, Ray, come and sit down.  If you don't, I'll have to take you
onto my lap in a different way - face down, across it, with that bum of
yours sticking up so I can give it a good spanking.  Now you don't want
that, do you, so come and just sit....  I'm sure you've had girls sitting
on you, haven't you?  Well, just come here, and get comfortable!"

   I didn't know whether to take him seriously about the spanking, or not.
But I'd seen enough pictures on the Internet to know that a favourite
subject was men spanking lads like me.  I decided not to risk it - this
movie they were making was bad enough as it was, without having it turn
into one of those degrading spanking pieces.  So I stood in front of him,
and gently lowered myself to sit on him - my thighs across his, and my
chest against his.

   I'd done this before, as I said, but with girls on top of me, and, of
course, we had our clothes on.  The feeling of his naked skin against my
naked skin almost overwhelmed me - the back of my thighs, my whole upper
body....  It was amazing.  He mover his arm that had been along the arm of
the sofa so that it now curled around, and his hot hand rested across my
abdomen, to hold me steady.

   "Put your arm around my shoulder", he said, and his voice had now
dropped almost to a whisper.

   I could feel his cock thrusting up at my naked arse and thighs, and he
shuffled a bit to get more comfortable.  His heat spread to the inside of
my thighs, and I realised that his erection was now showing up between
them, forcing my own cock up even higher as his cock head stabbed at the
top of my ball sac.

   Once we seemed to be comfortable, his head bent down slightly and he
started to kiss me again.  I instinctively pulled his head closer to mine
with my hand, and as our tongues twirled and jerked together, something
totally different happened - his arm that had been across the top of the
sofa went down, and he took my hard cock in his big hand.

   I couldn't help it - I shuddered in pleasure at the totally unexpected
sensation.  Of course I'd held my own hard cock thousands of times, but I'd
never had another man grip me as he was now doing.  I couldn't see, as his
mouth was locked against mine and, as you do, I'd closed my eyes as his
insistent kissing went on.  But I could feel what he was doing - first
gently stroking my cock all along the shaft, then teasing my foreskin up
and down to lubricate me.  His hand was firm, and hot - your own, I
suppose, always feels slightly cool.  I was so excited by this attention to
my cock that I knew I must be leaking gallons of pre-cum.

   He must have peeled my foreskin totally back, as I was soon thrashing
around on his lap - I just couldn't control myself as he raked something -
a thumb nail?  - across my exposed cock head and teased my piss slit.  Guys
who are circumcised just don't realise how sensitive a cock head can be -
when it's shielded most of the time and never gets to rub against your
boxers or anything, it's especially sensitive when it is exposed.  As I
squirmed around, my thighs went together and I half realised that I must be
jerking him off!

   It went on and on, and I though I was going to cum, but it stopped just
as I was about to go over the precipice.  Although we were still kissing, I
opened my eyes, and saw that his were open, too - those deep blue eyes were
staring into mine, and I got the impression that they'd been open all the
time.

   "So, Ray, in spite of claiming not to have had any experience of men,
and even of not wanting to try, you don't seem to be doing so badly.  It
looked to me as if you were enjoying it...  And your body was sending all
the right signals...."

   I was going to say something, but he put a finger across my lips.  It
was the hand that had been stroking my cock, and as he touched me I felt
that his finger was all slimy.  The smell of cum wafted into my nose, it
was so close.  So I had been leaking pre-cum, as I thought....

   "Anyway, we don't want you too excited - yet - we want to save your
first load of cum for a proper scene.  So let's just sit here and watch Joe
and your mate - poor Joe's getting rather frustrated at having to wait..."

   All this time Joe had been gripping Alex and holding him close to his
massive body.  Alex had given up struggling and kicking, and was now just
standing there looking at Steve and me.  I could tell from the look on his
face that he was appalled at the way that I'd been reacting.

   The big man, hearing what Steve said, started to grin and let Alex go.
Stupidly, I thought, Alex half turned and aimed a flying kick at Joe's
crotch.  I barely saw what happened, it was so fast.  The big man stepped
aside so lightly, easily avoiding Alex's foot, then as Alex, off balance,
went past him, he pulled his arm back and struck Alex with his open palm
across his face.

   The sound of the slap ricoched around the room, and Alex fell to the
floor.  Joe stood astride him, and bent over to grab Alex's shoulders in
his massive hands.  As he did, his straining jeans slipped half down his
muscular arse, and I saw the widest example of "builders' bum" I've ever
seen.  I don't know what Joe had intended to do next, but Alex was still
being stupid - he tried to kick upwards into Joe's crotch again, and lashed
out with his other foot at Joe's ankle.

   Joe moved so amazingly fast for such a big man - he avoided both kicks,
changed his grip so that he had the front of Alex's T bunched into his
fist, and hauled Alex half ay to his feet.  There were two more
fantastically loud slapping noises, as Joe's open palm hit Alex on each
side of his face.  He continued to hold Alex half in the air by his bunched
up T, and I think it must have been the shock of the blows that caused Alex
just to hang there, motionless.  I'm sure Joe hadn't hit Alex hard enough
to do damage - although he clearly could have done so if he wished, given
his power and strength - these were not blows so much as slaps: the sort
you sometimes see parents giving young kids, but much harder.

   "You little fucker!", Joe was shouting.  "You need to be taught some
manners!  If you try to kick me in the balls again, I'll tear yours off -
no, you'll wish I tore yours off, as you'll be in so much pain from where
I've hit them that you'd be glad to get rid of them.  Understand?"

   "Leave me alone!", Alex was shouting.  "Fucking leave me alone...."

   There was another loud slap, and Joe was saying - not shouting any more
- just grimly determinedly, saying in a loud voice

   "I said you needed a few manners, and you're demonstrating that every
time you do anything.  You think you're so tough, don't you - but it isn't
going to work.  I'm bigger, tougher, rougher and stronger than you are, and
I've been in more fights than you've had hot dinners.  So I'd advise you to
calm down, and not start anything....  Your mate over there seems to be
enjoying himself with Steve, so why don't you learn from him?"

   He was bending right over Alex as he was saying this, and he suddenly
shot upright - Alex had got a big mouthful of spit, and had spat it up
right into Joe's face.  I tensed with alarm, as I was certain that Alex was
going to get a real beating now - no one likes being spat at, after all. 
What was I going to do to stop it?

   But everything went very quiet.  Joe reached down again and picked Alex
up by the bunched T - he'd let go in surprise, as Alex spat at him.  I saw
his knees move together, and I felt he must be crushing Alex's ribs as the
big muscular thighs tensed and forced his legs into Alex's side, to hold
him immobile.

   "So, you're into gobbing, are you?", he asked menacingly.  "It's not
many blokes like that."

   Joe's other hand had gripped Alex's chin, and I saw him pressing his
thumb and fingers into the sides of Alex's jawbone, forcing his mouth open.
Alex's legs were thrashing wildly, but the grip of Joe's hands and knees
were keeping his head and upper body totally still.

   Joe bent over further, exposing even more of his arse.  Everything
seemed to stop for a few seconds, then Joe let drop a big blob of his own
spit so that it fell into Alex's open mouth.  Alex's thrashing around got
more desperate and he was trying to shout and scream, but he was held
totally immobile and unable to do anything.  Three more big blobs of spit
fell slowly, almost defying gravity, from Joe's mouth down into Alex.

   "There's a good lad!", Joe finally said.  "Let that be your first
lesson. I give back better than I get.  So don't start anything you don't
want to finish, OK?"

   He let go of Alex's head, and Alex tried to spit out Joe's fluid.  He
went to say something, but Joe cut across him...  "Careful.....", he said.
"Remember what I said about manners!".

   Before Alex could actually say anything, Joe let go of Alex's T and
opened his knees slightly, so that Alex crashed back to the floor.

   "Now, get up", Joe went on.  "Steve has your mate nicely naked over
there, and I want to play with you.  So get your fucking clothes off."

   Joe bend down again and took off his own trainers and socks.  He undid
the buttons on his jeans, and pushed them to the floor in one fluid motion.
Like Steve, he wore no underwear, and like Steve he was cut, and was
sporting a big, hard erection.  I thought that Steve's cock was the biggest
I'd ever seen, but, if anything, Joe's was even bigger.  Standing there in
just his singlet, his massive body adorned with tattoos and with his nose
ring swinging wildly, he looked truly terrifying.

   "Did you hear me, boy?", he snapped at Alex.  "I told you to get naked.
There are three guys in here all bare-assed already - what's keeping you?"

   Alex just lay there, and Joe obviously lost patience.  He bent down and
literally jerked Alex to his feet.  As Alex struggled feebly, it was as if
Joe was tearing the clothes off him - Alex's T was roughly pulled over his
head, and Joe almost tore the buttons off his jeans, so eager was he to get
them open.  Both jeans and boxers were pushed down together, so that Alex's
cock and arse were bare, and then Joe swept one of his big bare legs behind
Alex, so that Alex fell backwards to the floor.  Joe leaned over and pulled
off Alex's trainers and socks, got hold of the ends of the legs of Alex's
jeans, and pulled them roughly down over his feet.  Alex just lay there on
the floor, totally naked, looking in amazement at how he'd been forcibly
stripped with such complete ease.

   "Don't worry", Steve said to me in a low voice.  "Joe looks fierce, and
he is tough, when he needs to be - I've seen him beat a guy to pulp before
now.  But he's a gentle giant, really - he's only playing with your mate,
and Alex'll be OK....  Providing, that is, he doesn't try anything else
stupid.  If Joe gets tipped over the edge, there's no stopping him."

   End Of Part 3