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The Village Fete Ch. 01

By: Chris7sw



This is an out-and-out bit of fun; a further extension of my usual lighthearted offerings; as much fun to write as I hope it will be for you to read. 

The story is a fantasy and something of a comedy and I expect you to treat it as such. 

Hopefully the sex itself will be adequately energetic and if I've done my work properly, it'll be depicted with enough detail to make it as enjoyable for you, my readers, as it was for the players.

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Finally, after several years of somewhat acrimonious disagreements, my wife; now my ex-wife and I had reached a settlement and the divorce had been completed - I was now a free man again, at last. Not every marriage is perfect and ours was no exception, although I don't think that either of us was really to blame; we were just not suited to living together. In the end, all I was pleased about was that we'd kept clear of having children and that the financial settlement was readily agreed without either of us making serious demands.

And so, after all the snarling and sniping I was able to head down to my favourite pub for a peaceful evening with the locals - a pleasure that had often been denied me.

There was a bunch of guys whom I already knew around the bar and after the usual warm pleasantries we settled down to drink and chatter and the subject of 'getting away from it all' came up.

My friend Bert who lives only a few doors away spoke up and caught my attention.

"There's a great place I know of," he said, "Brilliant place actually; it's kind of a huge encampment - like a whole village really. It looks like a village, you know, houses, a shop, the post office, the village green and the pub of course - but its not, because behind the façade are all the accommodation units and the recreation centre itself."

"Sounds interesting," someone said, "But what makes it so special then?"

"No children," said Bert, "Adults only, and for good reason!"

A ripple of chuckles spread around as we all wondered what he might reveal.

"The thing is...that it's not only for adults only, it's for singles only," Bert continued, causing us all to go "ahhhhh."

"Well, what I mean is that when you're there, you're single - or you're considered to be, so you can all do what you like with who you like...so long as they're willing of course!" he concluded, "You actually sign away your marriage rights before you go there."

"Wow! That sounds like a really hot place," one of the guys said; a guy who I knew had something like Genghis Khan for a wife, "Wouldn't mind a week or two in a place like that."

"Damn well is hot! And speaking of hot," said Bert, wiping a moustache of beer foam from his lip, "The best time to go is when the weather's hot; go in July because that's when they have what they call their 'Village Fete.'"

"A fete's usually just for one day," I said, but Bert shook his head.

"Well they hold it for a whole month," he said, "Gives everyone a chance to have a damn good time."

He laughed before immersing himself in his beer again while I got thinking.

After the divorce and now that I was free, not only had I been planning a break but such a place would do me nicely by all impressions and as it was now the end of March, perhaps it would be a good time to make a booking.

"Hey Bert, let me have some details if you could; wouldn't mind a break there if it's as good as you say."

Bert smiled at me and winked wickedly.

"Sure thing Chris. Get me another pint and I'll write it all down for you." 

I patted him sociably on the back before I took his empty glass to the bar, not realising at all what I was letting myself in for!

Soon Bert had a bit of paper filled with the address, some names and the phone number which he handed to me almost reverently, seemingly reluctant to let go of the scrap of paper.

"Look after that. It'll be the best break you'll ever have!"

"Eh? How do you know?"

"Look," he said, taking me aside from the others in the bar, "You're young, you're good looking, you're single now; you'll love it. Drop your inhibitions once you get there - just let things happen!"

"Why, what is it? What d'you mean, drop everything - is it some kind of nudist camp?" I asked warily but Bert shook his head.

"No, no way, although I have seen plenty of naked bodies there!"

"Really?" I said, now definitely interested, "Where do you find them?"

"Wherever!" said Bert mysteriously, "You'll have to find them for yourself!"

"Oh Bert, that's not fair!" I said in mock horror, "Tell me...!"

"I'll ask you something else instead," said Bert as he drained half of his latest pint, "What's your sexual orientation - come on, be brave - tell me!"

Bert had a big enigmatic smile on his face; how the hell had he been able to tell that I wasn't entirely 'butch'?

"Errrmmmmm. Well you know I was married; I'm not gay," I said clearly indicating that I was a 'normal' man and Bert nodded, tapping his nose and smiling broadly. 

"Ahhhh - but was that a cover story by any chance? Have you never thought of playing for the other side! Which way do you really lean then?"

"Uhhh - ummm - errrr, yeah well..." I blundered around, "Yeahhh, errrr, guess I'm errrr, open to ideas, sexually."

"Good. Well, make sure you're open to anything when you go there! Do as the Romans do, let it all hang out!"

I'd had the usual teenage buddy exploratory fun and I'd also screwed my share of females but I'd never deeply considered the matter of my orientation. However, the more I thought about it, the more I realised that I was actually somewhat pissed off with female company, especially right now. Could I really 'lean the other way'?

Bert had obviously decided to help me find out as he put down his empty glass.

"I'm off for a pee, come on; I want to have a talk with you, in private."

Feeling that my bladder wouldn't object to being emptied I agreed with him and the pair of us headed out of the bar to the toilets where we stood side by side at the urinal trough and let it flow. 

Inevitably I glanced aside at Bert to 'check out' his equipment and was almost astonished to see that he was the owner of a remarkably lengthy thick penis that was more than a little filled out. I felt movement begin at the root of my own cock as I finished peeing...

And Bert had also glanced at my equipment and suddenly our eyes met.

"Looks like a good 'un," he said quietly as we shook the last of the drips from our cocks, "Do you want to play around for a bit?"

As he spoke his hand curled around his shaft and he moved it slowly up and down, his penis rising steadily as he stroked it.

Inside I kind of wanted to say "No" but I realised that he was priming me for my proposed visit to 'his' resort so I nodded and Bert immediately pulled me into the lone cubicle, locking the door behind us.

We turned together and our two cocks faced each other, both Bert's thick member and my slightly more modest penis already stiffening considerably.

"Let's find out if you're ready for your break," he said quietly, "Get hold of me; start wanking me!"

With my eyes on stalks and my mouth hanging open I found myself allowing my hand to stretch out and hold him, my fingers wrapping themselves around his warm hard cock even as my brain disagreed with my actions. But holding his penis actually felt not just different but completely erotic; it was something entirely new to my adult life and the stiff, hot flesh in my fist was sending quivers of excitement up and down my spine.

"Why do I need to do this?" I asked as I started to move my fist up and down his thick length, "What's this to do with that place?"

"Let's put it this way - if you can't enjoy another man's cock then you could well have a very quiet break. There are days when you'll need to be a man, so show me you can play for both sides!"

His penis thrust itself at me as I worked on him, unconsciously beginning to enjoy myself, even to the extent of licking my lips, I realised.

And Bert now had hold of my cock as well and to my surprise I'd also become erect and Bert chuckled quietly.

"See," he said, his hand now working quickly on me, "Not so nasty, is it?"

"Ooooh no, I like it!" I said as he caused a shudder of lust to course through me, "Feels good already!"

The hot scent of our arousal was rising around us as we rubbed our two cocks, sending shivers of lust into my groin. 

"That's the idea - let yourself go! Now, how about you cum for me!"

No problems about that, I realised, feeling involuntary quivers and shakes in my groin and knowing full well that they presaged an orgasm.

"You sure?" I asked, a bit concerned but Bert merely nodded and worked even harder.

"Not all over me though! Not right now anyway, 'cos I think I'm gonna cum soon!"

We were both breathing faster now, our fists flying up and down our two strong cocks as we brought each other off.

Bert was indeed the first to go over the top as he moaned suddenly, his body turning in my grasp.

"Oooooh fuck! Here it cums. Point it at the wall, for heaven's sake!"

Just in time I did so; a long streamer of white cum squirting from his cock, just missing me and splattering down the wall of the cubicle, filling the air with the scent of hot salty spunk.

"Ooooh fuck, that feel's good," he said as another squirt splattered over the first, "Yessssss! Ooooh bloody yessssss!"

He'd hardly finished when I felt those unstoppable feelings rising rapidly; the tension increasing; muscles seizing up; breathing stopping and then it all let go. With a quick intake; a tightly held pause and then a huge outrush of air and a suppressed groan of pleasure, everything unwound and spunk blasted from my little hole.

I felt a good spoonful of cum rising from my shaft, spraying the wall too as Bert's jerking fist brought me to a shivering climax.

"That's good - that's good! Let it all go!" he said as he wanked me hard.

A second eruption and a third and a fourth followed quickly before I slumped backwards against the wall, a spent force with an oozing cock and a heaving chest. 

Silently we cleaned up with some toilet tissues before we looked at each other.

"Phew - you enjoyed that, didn't you?" said Bert as he tucked his own penis away, "See - that's a taster for your break - if you can do that here, you'll be fine once you get there!"

I shook myself free of the small blob of cum that clung to my cock and then, with a last wipe I tucked myself in, while shaking my head.

"Didn't expect that! Nice though!"

"Hmmmm, thought you'd enjoy it. We'll have to do it again once you've had a break."

I looked hard at Bert as we headed back to the bar - I'd never ever realised that Bert was that way inclined!

The centre's telephone receptionist was great; she sounded gorgeous with a nice rich warm friendly voice and she was well informed, with answers to all my questions, although with deference to her gender, I refrained from asking obviously sexually loaded questions.

Some twenty minutes later and I'd made a provisional booking for a ten day stay in the middle of July. The confirmation paperwork would be in the post immediately, she said, along with a brochure and a couple of days later a large envelope arrived which contained a thick glossy magazine and my reservation details; a single cabin to myself, full board included - it looked fine. Quickly I filled in the confirmation slip and put it ready to post the following day.

With a quick perusal of the brochure I laid it aside and got back to work, although my work was no nine to five job. I'm my own boss - a professional writer, specialising in technical reviews and write-ups. Sometimes the work's a bit dull but at least it pays the bills; I'm able to keep well up to date with modern innovations and I can work in my own time - be it morning, afternoon or nighttime - and take a break as and when I need one.

For a few weeks now I worked really hard so as to get myself ahead of my schedule and by July I felt quite justified in taking a couple of weeks off.

But until then, time dragged by so slowly - July seemed years ahead...but eventually there were merely days to go and suddenly I was tearing around trying to ensure that I had everything I needed for the perfect relaxing break.

And finally I was off, motoring happily down the motorway out of town with an easy three hour drive ahead of me, with thoughts of lazy days in the sun rolling through my head. 

Finally, having left the motorway a number of miles behind I was just about there and as I crested a hill, I was simply forced to pull off the road to take in the scene.

There, perhaps a mile or so ahead of me in a pleasantly wooded valley that sloped down towards the shimmering sea was a cute typically rural village, many of the properties having thatched roofs as picturesque as a postcard. In among the verdant trees around the village could be seen the occasional glimmer of sunlight from the windows of the cabins and other accommodations while across the valley, nestled in another fold of the hills was what had to be the main 'centre'; a low-slung building that blended comfortably into the landscape. It looked serene and peaceful and just so inviting that I could hardly contain my eagerness to get there.

Ten minutes or so later via some leafy, windy country lanes I drove into the main reception car park and a few minutes later my booking was sorted and I had my keys and a small map to find my way to my cabin. Another five minutes and I was parked beside my own 'home-from-home' - an ultra-modern little unit complete with just about every mod con known to man - and more importantly, complete with a very comfortable looking double bed! What more could a single man want for a nice break!

Signposted footpaths led through the trees down to the beach, off to the village and around to the main building wherein, the brochure told me, there were indoor activities including a massive pool; some inviting dining areas and loads of other entertainments - which I'd probably explore in due course, but today, all I wanted was a quick meal and a few drinks - which is what I soon acquired.

Replete eventually I ambled back to my cabin and shut myself away to completely separate myself from the realities of life; to unwind and to chill out. 

I browsed the brochure again and now spotted the main attraction - the Village Fete, details of which were remarkably ambiguous, however. 

'Better give that a look over,' I thought, 'I wonder what's so exciting about a village fete though?'

My activity vaguely planned, I clambered into bed and fell asleep in minutes, already totally relaxed...and thinking nothing of the sexual activity promised by Bert.

The early morning sun woke me but I'd slept well; better than for years I reckoned and I woke refreshed and with an almighty great hard-on, my generous seven inches of manhood refusing to go down until I'd taken him in hand and given him some good relief. I may only have been 30 but of late my penis had become reluctant to rise; pressure of work and my divorce taking their toll of my libido - but suddenly I felt alive again!

The rapidly warming sun demanded that my attire should be shorts and a t-shirt; a mode of dress I was very comfy with and looked good in, I thought. I liked wearing shorts as they showed off my strong muscular legs and ideally I'd prefer to keep my t-shirt off to show off my moulded chest and my trim waist but perhaps that was for the beach rather than the village fete. 

Gathering my breakfast cereals from my mini kitchen I sat and ate in the sunshine, listening to the quiet birdcalls in the trees and the soft wind whispering above them - it was idyllic to me.

Then, feeling healthy, well fed and well relaxed, I sauntered off towards the village and before long I could hear some music playing and the smells of a rural festivity began to waft in my direction - the scent of hot mechanical engines and oiled machinery; of a meaty smoky barbeque; of flowers and fruit; of a farm; of people...and somehow, an overriding scent of sex! I found myself shaking my head as I wondered how that scent became mixed into the melange and decided that I'd got it wrong...but I hadn't!

"Roll up! Roll up!" a brightly bedecked showman was yelling, "Come and test your strength! Show us how mighty your weapon is!"

Unable to resist his call I headed towards his booth - to find a miniature-sized 'test-your-strength' machine and a small crowd of watchers. I pushed to the front of the crowd, in time to see an extremely solid gentleman in the process of dropping his trousers! It was obvious too, as soon as his trousers were undone, that he was energetically polishing a very large and erect penis!

I shook my head in wonderment; no way had I expected to find this despite Bert's warning that this was an adults-only place...but I carried on watching, transfixed by the sight.

The man, whose erection had now visibly reddened, shuffled nearer to the machine and I moved around so I could more clearly see what was happening, because this certainly wasn't like a normal test-your-strength machine...

And now, as he settled into position, the showman moved behind the gentleman and reached between his legs.

There was a loud "ahhhgggghhh!" from the man as the showman pulled his penis downwards until it was almost pointing backwards!

"Ready!" he called and the man grunted his confirmation.

"Three, two, one - go!" yelled the showman and as he reached "go" the man jerked his hips at the same moment as the showman let go of his penis. His released rigid pole sprang upwards and with a loud thump it slammed into the underside of a metallic plate as it regained its usual pose, while registering a number on a digital read out.

"One hundred and eighty!" the showman yelled out, "What a nice one! What power! The best score today! 195 cockles to you - well done indeed sir!"

The man who'd just demonstrated the power of his penile recoil spoke briefly with the showman then pulled his trousers back up and joined the crowd, right beside me.

"Didn't that hurt?" I found myself asking but the man was smiling.

"Nah - it felt lovely; I like a bit of pain," he simpered, "He'd got such a firm grip that I've had to let him handle me every day - well, several times a day actually!"

Another 'contestant' had now moved forward and was dropping his trousers and at a glance I realised that his penis was equally as erect but nowhere near as large as the previous one - but that wasn't about to put him off.

Instead he was now working on his cock, his hand moving fast as he brought himself to full erection.

"Ok - I'm ready!" he said and with that the showman nudged him into place and reached between his legs as before.

"Oooooh yessss," said the contestant as the showman practically pointed the man's cock backwards, "Pull it, pull it hard!"

"Three, two one - go!" yelled the showman as he let go.

There was a somewhat metallic "do-ing" as the strained erection slammed up against the metal plate - and it seemed to bounce against the plate; not once but twice, three times, four times...until...!

"Ahhhhh!" cried the contestant, "Oooooooooh yessss!"

He turned as quickly as his trouser-encumbered feet would let him and thrust his hips forward; his penis immediately sending a long streamer of white spunk spraying and splattering over the crowd! Another strong jerk of his hips and another spray of cum filled the air, catching those of us in the front few rows with its warm splatters!

"Yeahhhh!" he cried, "Oooooh yeahhhhh!"

There were cries of delight and support from those in the crowd who'd been anointed - this was what they'd come to enjoy, not so much the test of strength!

"Wowwww!" cried the crowd, as a final blast from his penis splattered them, "Hurraaaaaay!"


The Village Fete Ch. 01



"Damn!" said the guy who'd been on the plate previously as he stood beside me, "Wanted that to be me shooting off, not him! Damn, I'll have to come back."

In front of us the contestant was now stropping out the last of his spunk into a cloth while the showman was loudly announcing the result.

"150 cockles! Plus 40 bonus points for the cumshots! Well done, sir!"

"What's a cockle?" I asked of the man beside me.

"Just a measurement they've devised and it's a kind of coinage too. Since it's partially based on a measurement of your cock's ability I guess it's not a bad name. They use it around here a lot."

"And the next!" called out the showman, but I thought I'd move on before my own somewhat aroused penis opted to join in! I was still a bit shy as yet so I filtered away through the crowd.

Around the next corner I found what appeared to be another traditional stall; a hoopla stall - now this one I'd be happy with; I seemed to have a knack for throwing hoops fairly accurately.

I moved closer, just in time to be snagged by an outstretched arm...

"And another one - thank you sir, please move around here," the showman said and at that moment I realised that this was hoopla with a difference.

Because behind the screen but readily visible from the side, four men were getting naked from the waist down, each with an erection and at the knees of each contestant was a young man, rubbing, licking and sucking their cocks to bring them to full hardness. Seconds later and I realised that I too was stepping out of my trousers and that I too had a youth at my feet, now eagerly attached to my cock!

"Ahhhh! What're you doing? Who said you could? Ahhhh...ohhhh, yessss!" 

I found myself groaning loudly as the young man worked on me before the showman spoke to us all.

"Gentlemen, I hope you're all good and hard and ready. On my command, please will all of you walk up to the screen - there are five holes at the appropriate height for you. Please stick your cocks through the holes and then keep still. I thank you," he said as he inspected us.

"You're all ready, I see - ok, let's go," he added and we found ourselves all moving up against a large canvas sheet with light streaming through five two inch diameter holes.

"Up close now please," the showman said and we all shuffled closer to the heavy canvas until he was satisfied that our penises were all fully inserted.

"Ok - don't move unless you have to; and if any of you cum, please just let it rip!" he said, rather to my surprise.

I saw him walk around the screen and then we heard him begin talking to the crowd and a few moments later things began to bounce against the canvas, several things hitting my cock - and the penises of the others, by all impressions. They just had to be soft rubber rings, I realised.

A second or two later and something warm and soft landed on my cock amid cheers from the audience and judging from the sounds and small jerks of the other men; they too were becoming recipients of objects upon their erections.

"Number two's got three!" said the showman, obviously telling the crowd that one cock now had three rings on it and at that moment I realised that the ring on my cock had begun to vibrate and send thrills through my penis!

"Ahhhhgh!" I heard from one of the other men, "Ohhhh fuck - that's nice!"

I agreed mentally, especially as a second ring arrived on my cock and now I had two vibrating, shivering, exciting cock rings at work on me and shortly thereafter a third! I found myself groaning with pleasure and excitement.

"Shiiiiit - can't stand it - I'm cumming!" cried the man just down the row and I saw his buttocks clenching as he fired off volley after volley of cum; the audience clapping and cheering as he did so.

The rings continued to arrive and now with four rings on my cock it was all I could stand; the tingles reached right to my feet as a pent-up orgasm finally exploded.

"Uuuuughhhh, I'm cumming too!" I cried feeling my own penis blasting powerful squirts of cum at the audience, "Oooooh yessssss!"

More cheers and yells rang out; at least I'd put on a good show, I reckoned!

Two more men soon followed my example and shortly afterwards the showman reappeared beside us, telling us that our time was up, then calling us all to get dressed and to accompany him. Soon we were all standing in a line in front of the hoopla screen as he announced the results, our sticky, wilting cocks remaining on show to the crowd.

"First place goes to number two - seven rings and five squirts," he said, grasping and displaying the man's penis, "That makes your score 240 - well done!"

"Second place goes to number five," he said and I realised that he was pointing at me; seconds later and his hand was around my cock, waving it to the audience!

"Four rings and five squirts - 200 cockles!" he said as he handed me a card, "Excellent!"

"And third place goes to number one who managed eight rings but only the one decent squirt - that's 170 cockles," he concluded.

"What about us?" asked the man who'd been next to me, but the showman just patted his back.

"You two who didn't cum can always come backstage for a blow job. That's worth 100 cockles any day - if you do the blowing!"

With a big smile both he and the other unplaced contestant disappeared and I almost felt that I'd go and join them before I remembered that there would be many more sideshows to visit...

I looked at my card and saw that it was a kind of score sheet - it showed the date and the activity and also proudly showed a total of 200 cockles; but there was room for loads more to be added!

I sauntered on down the village street, pausing for an ice cream, to where, on the grassy centre, what appeared to be a race was about to take place. I moved closer to watch as I ate my ice cream; it was a sack race, for adults! But as I scanned to the starting grid I realised that it was different; each sack had a hole in it and through each hole the cock and balls of the contestant hung! It was quite a long semi-circular course around the village pond; cocks would be painfully rubbed by the time they reached the finishing line!

'Now this could be nasty!' I thought, 'Or exciting!'

"Go!" yelled the starter at that moment and six men, their respective cocks on show began bouncing down the course and as they bounced, so each penis flailed around and began to become erect, although some had very visibly been hard right from the start.

Almost immediately there was a groan from one of the racers and we saw that he'd stopped and was busy rubbing his penis furiously.

Then, with another groan he sprayed cum everywhere, amid loud cheers and yells from the spectators.

The rest were bouncing along, their erections tossing wildly in all directions until another entrant stopped, fell over onto his back and with hardly a movement, began to cum as well, flooding his spunk over his sack voluminously and copiously. More cheers rang out for him.

The last four contestants were powering to the finishing line at which a number of young men stood - I wondered what was going to happen.

And I soon discovered, as the moment that each racer crossed the line his penis was grabbed by one of the young men who immediately sank to his knees and began to suck off the cock he'd grasped.

Cries of pleasure rose until one after the other the racers blew their loads into the mouths of the young men, after which they were all lined up by the judge.

"Great race - well done to you all," he said loudly, "Now to the points..."

He looked down the row of now satisfied cocks.

"In first place is number three, followed by number two and then number six," he said, "The points being awarded for time, quality of display and speed of cumming! So that's 180 cockles for first place; 175 for a close-run second place and 150 for third. Oh and a 75 cockle special bonus for number one, who gave us a very quick display of spunking!"

The various people who'd stood to watch the race and who'd cheered the results now began to disperse although some were crowding around the winning racer, whose cock was already rising again, I noticed.

"What's with the 'cockles'," I asked a man next to me.

"Ah, you're new here are you?" he asked and I nodded.

"Well, you can enter as many contests or play as many games as you like each day and at the end of the day your cockles are totted up - for you to use when you need them," he said, "The cockles aren't carried over: you use 'em or lose 'em in the evening...or during the night, for that matter!"

"And why aren't there many women around; don't think I've seen any actually?" I asked, having noticed the lack of female flesh.

"Didn't you know? Its Gay Day today! The ladies are off down at the beach today; their turn comes tomorrow and then we'll be 'banished' to the beach. Then at the weekends we all get together."

"Ohhhh," I said, feeling a bit strange, my penis suddenly perking up though.

I hadn't come here especially for the sex and I hadn't expected it to be so blatant either but I wasn't complaining!

Nor had I expected there to be gay days; although now I was here; now I'd participated and now I was free, I suddenly felt that it might be a good opportunity to explore my 'other' side. And now I began to understand what Bert had tried to explain. 

My youthful fun was a refreshed memory now - perhaps it was time it was revived and expanded upon. Perhaps I could really manage to enjoy a bit of male to male fun.

"So, the evening thing," I said, not yet understanding the details.

"Up at the clubhouse," the man said, "From about nine o'clock onwards - the main event is usually around ten or eleven. Your cockles can buy you some fun during the evening but you might want to save some until the main event. But don't miss it, even if you don't have any cockles left."

"Ah, I've already got some; I've got 200 so far. How many more do you reckon I should get?"

"Depends on you but perhaps seven, eight hundred would be a really good total. Depends on what you've got; what you want - or what you're offering!"

The man now moved away to join some friends and I was left to ponder and to wander on down the village, my cock now beginning to feel quite interested in the proceedings. I rubbed my hand over my growing penis, bringing further arousal rather than relief, I now realised.

'What else is there?' I thought as I moved on - to find a small bowling alley set up just off the street.

It was a typical village show set-up - some heavy canvas screens and a worn boarded alley down which you cast a heavily battered wooden ball to knock down even heavier wooden skittles.

"Bowling for a Pig" the sign exclaimed and underneath; "Win loads of Cockles!"

I watched as a big burly bloke sent a solid lump of wood down as if it weighed nothing; the ball slamming into the skittles, sending splinters of timber flying into the air.

But even his brawn couldn't knock all nine skittles down in one go and I considered my own skill. I'd often bowled at our local pub and I wasn't too bad...and I also enjoyed ten pin bowling, so I guessed I'd have a chance of adding to my cockle score - so I stepped up to play, not considering winning the pig, merely hoping to add some cockles.

"And another contestant!" cried out the showman as he dumped a large roundish wooden object in my hand, "Just one throw - whenever you're ready!"

Stepping up onto the alley and aligning myself carefully, I swung my arm back and let rip; the heavy ball bouncing slightly before heading beautifully towards the skittles...and in an instant there was an almighty rattling sound as all nine pins just threw themselves around. 

It was just like a ten pin strike; get the ball exactly right and the pins would almost seem to explode!

A roar of approval rose and the showman slapped me energetically on the back, raising my hand triumphantly. 

"Brilliant!" he said, "First time anyone's had them all down this week; you've just won the star prize! You've just won the Pig!" 

More cheers rang out as the showman marked my card with another 200 cockles, then handed the card back to me and pulled me round behind the backboard.

"Ummm, sorry," I said not having any desire at all to own a pig, "Could you keep the prize, give it to someone else perhaps?"

"Sorry sir - it's not transferable; you'll have to take it. And here is your prize," the showman said, "Here he comes!"

And to my surprise a chubby smiling man appeared, totally naked!

The showman looked at me, expecting me to do something.

"Well come on, he's all yours! Yours to fuck! Just the once!" he said, just before he walked back to his position out front, "Don't take all day!"

Before me the chubby guy was already on his hands and knees, his plump dimpled bum facing me, his visibly lubricated arsehole clearly on show and I felt my burgeoning penis laying heavily against my thigh.

"Come on, let's see it! Come and put it in me, love," said the chubby guy over his shoulder, "I've been waiting all morning! Actually I've been waiting since last Friday - no-one knows how to bowl properly these days!"

Despite my partial reluctance to indulge in sex of any kind in the open and still quite reserved about having any form of gay sex, I could feel my cock rising and stiffening until some decision clicked in my brain.

This was very obviously a place for outlandish and free sexual behaviour and it was pointless to ignore the proffered chances and opportunities for sex. I might just as well get on with it now I was here; no sense in missing out!

And having reached that decision and having more or less overcome my reservations, I undid my trousers and let them fall to my feet along with my underpants, my penis springing out as he was released. 

I stepped out of my clothes and moved behind my pig, who wobbled his arse around to encourage me.

"Oooooh, that looks nice; come on, hurry up - I need you," he groaned seductively, "Please, please."

I pulled my shirt away from where it hung over my erection and my pig groaned again.

"Oh God, that looks so good," he moaned, "What a gorgeous big stiff cock; you'll fill me so nicely!"

"Condom?" I questioned as I knelt down behind him, "Any condoms?"

"No - no need," he said, "Don't want those horrible things! We all got tested anyway, didn't we?"

And I remembered that I had indeed been tested before I came here; it was part of the requirements of my application to stay here...

With no further ado I lined my precum-slippery penis up with his greasy arsehole and leaned in, my cock bending slightly as it pressed against the firm ring of muscle of my pig's arsehole.

Then, as we both groaned, my cock opened his hole and slid steadily inside, his warm lubricated flesh allowing me to penetrate easily now.

"Yesssss," groaned my pig, "Ooooohh, fuckin' yesss! That's so nice; God, I needed that!"

Gently I pushed inwards, feeling his tight hole gripping my cock; squeezing my shaft; holding me tight as I pushed as far in as my seven inches would go, the depth of my thrust causing the man to groan again.

"Oooohhh shiiiiit, that feels deep! Don't move for a bit, please."

I held still, enjoying the luxurious feeling of having my penis embedded inside a warm body, the tissues inside his anus soft against my knob, his rectal muscles seemingly fluttering against my shaft.

"Ok - I'm ok. Come on then, I'm fine now," said my pig and I began to slide my penis in and out, revelling in the exciting sensations of his hole tightening around my penis as I moved and he moaned beneath me.

"Ooooh yessss! Rub me too, could you?"

I reached around his chubby thighs and discovered a good solid penis which I soon took into my fist amid more moans from my pig.

Quickly his cock became slick as his precum oozed out, probably aided by my penis rubbing against his prostate as I probed around inside his body time and again with my eager cock.

And now we got into a rhythm; the pair of us working together to bring each other to a climax; my cock driving steadily in and out; his hole fluttering around my shaft and my hand sliding rapidly up and down his erection.

It all felt good; real rutting without the complications of relationships and emotions; just good plain dirty sex!

I continued to fuck him although now I could feel things beginning to happen; little spasms and tingles were rising in me heralding the onset of my orgasm and I started to fuck him faster and faster.

"You nearly there?" he asked, panting, "You going to cum?"

"Yeah, soon," I replied as I continued to ram my cock up him, "Getting near..."

"Good, good," he answered, "Oooh yessss - so am I, so am I."

My hips were really flying now as I approached my finale; my cock felt stiffer and bigger than ever as the last few seconds of our fuck arrived.

"Here it cums," I said, "It's cumming...nearly there!"

"Keep rubbing me, please don't stop - do it in me!" cried my pig as I wanked him faster and faster, "Oh yesssss!"

He almost squealed as I brought him off, his penis jerking hard in my hand as he pumped out jet after jet of hot cum across the canvas floor; his arsehole squeezing me hard too.

Hard enough to put me over the top!

"UUUUUggghh!" I grunted as I pumped my first load into his bowels, "Uuuuuuughhhh!" 

A second eruption shook me and a third spasm sent another spray of my cum into his anus where it bathed my penis in its warmth and slipperiness.

"Ohhhh bloody hell," moaned my pig, "Oh, that was good - I really needed that; thank you so much love!"

"My pleasure," I replied as I slowly pulled my sticky, slippery penis from his hole; a hole that soon winked shut, but not before a small dribble of white cum dripped down and over his balls.

"Any towels here?" I asked and one was backhanded to me from a small pile near my pig and we shared it to clean each other.

We stood up, both steaming but happy and relieved of some of our pent-up pressure, the chubby guy now holding out his hand.

"Let's have your card," he said and I handed it over to him as I wiped myself down, "You deserve some extra cockles for that - that was such a lovely fuck, that was!"

He shook my hand as he handed my card back, a happy smile on his face and I was happy too as I saw that he'd added another 100 cockles to my tally.

"You here all week?" he asked and I nodded as I dressed again.

"Mmmmmm, lovely! Just come round the back then, you can have a free fuck any time!" he said, his hand caressing my bulge, "And I'll give you some more cockles as well!"

I wandered off once more, now feeling not only proud of my efforts with the skittles but feeling nicely relaxed now that I'd enjoyed a good fuck - and it was time for some refreshments.

Soon I found the refreshment tent and shortly thereafter I was reclining in the sun with a nice cool beer. Life felt good.

Then a voice brought me back from my relaxed state of mind.

"Hi there, was that you up at the hoopla, wasn't it?" the voice said and I opened my eyes.

It was the guy who'd won; the guy who'd had seven rings on his cock. My eyes and my brain quickly became alert - if my seven inches could only manage four rings, how long was his cock?

"Yes, it was me and hello to you - sorry we didn't speak earlier."

"No worries, we had other things on our minds, didn't we!"

We both chuckled as he pulled up another deckchair near me and sat down, he too holding a beer can.

"So what are you doing here?" he asked as we both supped on our beers, "Got anything particular in mind?"

"No," I said, "Just came for a break - didn't actually know that all this was happening too, all this gay stuff."

"Makes for a fucking good time," he said cheerfully, "I'm happy enough either way. So are you gay or what are you?"




The Village Fete Ch. 01



"Not really gay, at least I don't think so," I replied, "I guess I'm bi more than anything else...but I'm still learning."

"Ah, that's interesting," he said, "You'll love the weekend then, when the girls join us!"

"Oh, excellent!" I replied, "Some good hedonistic planning by the sound of it, although I'm not sure how much energy I'll have left!"

You'll soon recover," he replied, "Enjoy yourself today; then have a quiet day tomorrow and then do it all over again!"

We both laughed together and smiled at each other sociably.

"Where are you off to next?" the guy asked and I looked a bit blank.

"Dunno - just wandering. Why, where's worth going to?"

"Depends what you want - do you want some action or just some entertainment?"

"Just entertainment for now," I said, knowing that my cock needed a bit of time to recover, "More action later perhaps."

"I'll show you round, if that's ok," my new friend said, "By the way, who are you - I'm John - Long John, some of them call me around here!"

He chuckled and I found myself joining in as the name clicked.

"I'm Chris and yeah, I wanted to ask you about that," I said, my eyes scanning his groin, "How the heck did you get seven rings on your cock back there?"

"I'm not called Long John for nothing!" he said, "Nine and a half inches, I've got!"

"Phew!" I exclaimed, "That's some penis!"

"I'll introduce you to him if you'd like," he said, "You'll probably see him anyway, but if you'd like a private showing, I'm sure we can find time to get together."

I found myself 'errrring' and 'ummming' as the idea sank home - he was suggesting that we get together for some gay sex, wasn't he!

"Possibly," I stuttered as Long John stood up, "Could do...a bit later perhaps..."

"Oh well, not to worry, we'll sort that out later then," he said, "Come on, let's go and see some of the other events."

Together we sauntered down the village street where we watched some wellie tossing; the difference being that they were using small child's wellies into which your cock was pushed. Then, with a powerful thrust of your hips your cock would spring upwards, propelling the wellie over a bar...or at least that was the idea!

John and I merely watched; the idea of jerking your hips like that looked just too strenuous for either of us.

A bit further on they were blowing up condoms for cockles - I had no idea they'd stretch so far before bursting but I just didn't have the breath for that kind of exertion.

Then around a corner and down the road a bit we came across a small rodeo arena; so this was where the farmyard smells came from I guessed...plenty of hay lay around but instead of real horses they had bucking bronco rides; electronic horses, several with guys sitting astride, their arms and legs flailing wildly. As we queued to get in we missed the finale of the men's rides, but from the cries and moans, it was all quite strenuous and entertaining!

Once we were inside the arena we moved closer for a better look and as the game revealed itself to us, so John let out a long moan.

"Ooooh yessss, gotta try that!" he exclaimed and very soon he was in the small queue, awaiting a ride as we listened to the ringmaster's words.

"Ok gentlemen," he said, "Clothes off and use plenty of lube; the lube's here when you're ready - then come on out into the ring."

Moments later and I had a small armful of John's clothes and a big eyeful of his very lengthy cock, which was already rising. He gathered a goodly blob of lube and applied it between his legs and I had to take a second look at the bucking broncos.

Suddenly I realised why they needed the lubricant; the men were going to ride the bronco, but with a modified saddle horn up inside them!

A few more moments and three men were at the ready and were receiving instructions.

"Choose your ride," said the ringmaster, "Get yourselves comfy and you've got a maximum of ten minutes. You get points for how long you can stay on and points for not cumming. If you cum, your time stops and so does the count of cockles - ok? And if you manage to stay the ten minutes and you're still hard, you'll get a bonus score."

Helpers brought steps for the three men to mount their steeds and the small ring rang with moans as they each impaled themselves on the horns, their faces showing emotions from pain to pleasure.

"Ok - off we go!" called out the ringmaster and with that the three broncos began to move; not violently but rhythmically and somehow erotically it seemed; certainly the riders seemed to think so!

Two of the guys, John included, were already becoming firmly erect; John's long penis now rising from his groin like another saddle horn as his steed bucked and jerked under him. Somewhat more energetically now, the broncos started to move faster and jerk higher and the men were now wailing and groaning loudly as the horns penetrated their holes, slamming up inside them, stretching their anal capacities to the limit until one guy virtually threw himself from his ride.

"Ahhhhh!" he yelled, his body convulsing violently as he lay in the hay, "Made me cummmm!"

His hand was flying up and down his penis and sprays of white spunk were fountaining from his cock as he brought himself off; finally collapsing in a small heap on the ground.

The remaining two riders were both sweating as they clung on; each of them powerfully erect; John's long penis still flailing around untouched while the other guy was holding his cock; a recipe for failure!

"Uuuuugggghhhh fuuuuck!" we heard him yell, "Gotta cummmmm!"

Still riding his wild steed his hand held his thrusting penis as several powerful jets of cum erupted, spraying some of the crowd with his seed, much to their delight. 

But his ride was over; his machine powered down and he was helped off his saddle to walk, a bit bow-legged, to his pile of clothes.

John meanwhile was still riding, his face red as he did his best to contain his agony and his orgasm, his penis still hard and proud; his arms held above his head to celebrate...and not long afterwards, a whistle sounded and John's steed slowed to a stop, leaving John triumphant atop the saddle horn.

I moved out to help him down, noticing that the front of the saddle was soaked with his precum, forced from his body by the actions of the horn against his prostate, I guessed. He was lifted off the horn and almost collapsed into my arms, his lengthy erection hard against my abdomen as I held him.

"Cheers Chris, thanks for being there," said John, his penis feeling so big and hard against me.

"Congratulations!" came the loud voice of the ringmaster, breaking my concentration, "The Winner!"

He held his hand out and John had already got his card ready from his trouser pocket.

"That's a full house!" he exclaimed to the crowd and to us, "Two hundred and fifty cockles and a free ride!"

"Oh no! Not now!" groaned John, "Can I collect that tomorrow?"

"Any time during your stay," said the ringmaster, handing John's marked card back; then turning to the crowd he was off again, "And the next contestants please..."

John and I were left almost alone as I found some paper towels to wipe his arse with and before long we'd left the arena behind and had taken a seat in a small shelter we came across beside the road.

"Fuckin' hell, that was some ride!" exclaimed John, still breathing heavily, "Now if only that had been a real cock!"

My eyebrows lifted as he spoke; I wasn't quite used to what might be described as openly gay talk, although under the circumstances and in view of my recent actions, why should I feel uncomfy?

"You like being fucked, do you?" I managed to ask and John nodded vigorously.

"Nothing like it! Always gets me going!"

"How d'you mean?" I asked and John leaned back on the seat.

"Give me your hand," he said as he grasped me and pulled my hand to his groin, "Feel me."

My fingers automatically curled as I felt his penis under my hand, my hand now sliding up and down his length.

"Hard as a rock!" he said, "Love being fucked - makes me so hard!"

"Feels so hot too," I said as I tightened my grip.

"Hang on, I'll get him out for you," said John rather to my surprise and seconds later he'd undone his trousers and lowered his zip.

His hand reached into his underpants and with a twist of material and a heave, his strong, long penis was exposed to my view once more.

"Put your hand back," he said and I just couldn't resist, my hand almost immediately grasping his shaft.

"God, that feels even hotter now!" I said as I reverently caressed his flesh, "Isn't he huge!"

"Seen bigger but not longer," said John, flexing his cock in my grasp, "Know a guy who's so thick I can't suck him; mine's not that thick."

Now that I thought about it, he would indeed fit nicely in my mouth, even if he'd choke me if he shoved it all the way in!

And then my mind woke up.

'What the fuck - you've never had a cock in your mouth!' I thought, 'What makes you want to try this one?'

But I did - I actually wanted to try his cock and as we sat there I even felt my anus squirming as if to remind me that there was an alternate hole to be used!

This guy and his penis had warped my whole mind, but I was quickly coming to like the idea. Well, why not, since I was on my own now and this was Gay Day!

Idly I'd been sliding my fist up and down John's penis, feeling the slipperiness change as he oozed precum generously; feeling the warmth of his penis suffuse my hand; loving the feeling of holding a powerful example of manhood - until John's hand stopped me.

"You'd better stop," he said, "Don't want to waste it!"

He looked at me, his eyes twinkling as he spoke.

"Unless you really want him. You can make me cum so long as you suck me off!"

That was just too much too soon and I shook my head.

"Later," I heard myself saying!

"Damn! Oh well, let's get moving then," said John as he dressed himself once more, "Let's see what else there is."

But what we found next was merely entertainment for our inner selves; an ultra-modern open-air restaurant was hidden behind a grassy mound and we instantly gravitated to the counter, our bellies already rumbling. It would have been completely out of place in the village but buried out of sight, it was just what we needed.

A gentle hour passed before we looked at each other, watered, replete and refreshed.

"Ok - time to move on again?" I asked as John and I stood up, "Let's go."

Together we set off; soon discovering what seemed like a harmless sideshow - darts.

Again my pub life brought out my competitive side as I moved to the front; I used to play darts extensively and I wasn't too bad a shot...but this was a different game!

Four of us were lined up each with three darts, and some considerable distance away was a board - with four condoms taped to it!

"Gentleman," said the showman, "Your aim is to stick a dart in your condom - you've got three tries. Then, when you've all thrown, go round, collect your condom, put it on and cum in it!"

"What!" someone exclaimed, "That's not much fun!"

"Hang on - I hadn't finished! When you cum, if you've punctured your condom then you're a winner! First one to cum gets bonus cockles!" said the showman to answer the question.

From down the row the third guy added "They're lubed already and if you've got a pal, he can help you cum! My mate and I did it the other day!"

Suddenly my cock started to rise with excitement; this sounded a bit more interesting, now that John was with me!

"Are you all ready - then get throwing!" said the showman, standing aside.

Soon volleys of darts were flying at the targets; some waywardly, some very accurately, until we'd each thrown our three arrows.

"Ok gentlemen - go and get your condoms, drop your trousers and get wanking!" the showman said as the small crowd pressed forward to watch.

The four of us rushed forward, each busy undoing his trousers as we ran and to my delight I discovered that I'd hit my target not once but twice! Could I get a bonus prize again!

Quickly I worked at my already half hard cock, soon bringing him to full erection and quickly sliding the slippery rubber onto my stiff penis, somehow completely ignoring the small crowd of eager watchers. I was about to begin wanking when I felt a hand on my abdomen and there was John, down on his knees beside me.

"I'll do it," he said, "I'll get you off!"

And seconds later I felt the warmth of his mouth as he engulfed my latex clad cock, his firm lips sliding deliciously up and down my length, his prehensile tongue working wonders on my knob.

"Yeahhhh!" I moaned, "Ohhh fuck, you're good, yeahhh, keep doing that...! Hurry up!"

His hand was also quickly sliding up and down my shaft and the combined sensations, along with the erotic situation were quickly bringing me to the boil.

"Come on, come on, keep going, nearly..." I panted, my hips thrusting my cock into John's mouth, "Bit more, more, ooooh cumming, its cumming...! Ooooh fuck - that's quick!"

John lifted his head away and exposed my penis to the crowd as he rapidly wanked me - then, with a long cry I felt my spunk rising; ejecting and filling the condom with my milky emissions.

Still he wanked me and still I erupted, the bottom half of the condom now filled with cum, completely enveloping my knob.

"Squeeze the condom! Prove your aim was good!" the man who had done this before said and John's hand slid towards the end.

And as he squeezed, so four jets of cum sprayed in all directions from the condom; two holes for each successful dart, of course.

"We've got a Winner!" yelled the showman although I was the first to come by less than a minute.

The guy standing next to me groaned and he too began to fill his condom; even above the hubbub of the small crowd I could swear I could hear each squirt as it forcibly left his cock and added to his load! 

His companion began squeezing his condom and twin jets of juice sprayed out bringing moans of delight from both the crowd and the guy doing the squeezing.

"And a second place!" called the showman, soon adding cockles to our two cards, "Who's going to get third?"

But neither of the other two could manage to cum and neither of them had pierced their condom with the dart, so the showman called them together.

"Sorry but you're both out of it," he said, "Unless you'd like a challenge...?"

They both agreed so he continued, "Take your condoms off; then I want you two to toss each other off and the first one to cum gets third place. Off you go!"

Facing the crowd, the pair stripped their condoms off and grasped each other, the two penises quickly becoming completely erect and glistening nicely in the afternoon sun. For a while all was quiet apart from the occasional bit of encouragement from someone in the crowd, until one of the men let out a gasp.

"Ohhhh fuck - nearly there! Gonna cum soon!"

"No you don't!" said the second man and with that he slowed his hand and the pair began a slow race to the finish; each knowing that the other would try to delay his own orgasm, but that he was in the hands of the other contestant - it was absorbing to see them both at work.

Their faces were twisted with pent-up emotions and arousal; their breathing ragged and quick; their hands beguiling and teasing and delaying and things seemed to be heading for a long drawn-out stalemate...until the showman suddenly moved behind the men and using both hands he plunged a finger into each arsehole!

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" came the cries as he penetrated them, quickly followed by torrents of cum from first one man and then the other; cum that splashed stickily and erotically over quite a few bystanders amid excited cries.

"And there's our third placed man!" called out the showman as he withdrew his fingers, while both men looked at him with shocked and surprised expressions.

"Couldn't wait all day - and I did use some lube," he said as he marked the card of the third man, "Well done gentlemen, right, move along please!"

John and I left together, the pair of us shaking with laughter at the showman's actions before we repaired to the beer tent and found ourselves a cool foaming pint each, while I scanned my card. Another 220 cockles was on my card - it now totalled 720 cockles. Should I try for the round 1,000?

But it was John whose card was lacking - he'd accumulated a mere 450 cockles so far, so we looked around for something he'd be able to score well at.

And it wasn't long before we found another sideshow, "Hit your Target!" it proclaimed; "Fill Your Bucket! Win cockles!"

We stopped for a look, fascinated by the words of the banner - to be accosted by the showman running the show.

"Come on gentlemen - let's be having you!" he said, "Easy game - great prizes!"

It was all hype but we were still interested and it was John who stepped forward when the details were announced.

"Simple game!" the man pronounced, "Just cum - don't care how you do it - and fill the container! When it's full it'll tip over and if it does then you're a winner! But you've got to fill your bucket! Three contestants at a time please - yes sir, you and you and you sir; that'll do nicely."

John was there in the line, beckoning to me.

"Come and get me off!" he said, "You'll finish me quicker than I will."

With my newfound libido I now felt quite happy to move in front of John and to grasp his lovely erection that he'd already produced from his trousers - which had suddenly fallen down.

"That's it - all trousers down!" said the showman loudly, moving to undo the next contestant's trousers, "Trying to put on a show here! Come on! Let the people see what you've got!"

Soon three bare-buttocked men stood in line, each angled so that the viewers could see their clenching buttocks and their straining cocks while each man had another man at his feet. 

John's lengthy penis stood nicely at head level as I took hold of his shaft and began to move my hand up and down his length; John's hips soon adding to the action.

Steadily I masturbated him, loving the hard slipperiness of his long penis; feeling the sliding of his foreskin over his knob; hearing the slushing sound as his precum slopped around; feeling my own penis rising with erotic excitement.

"Come on then gentlemen!" urged the showman, "Let's have a good show!"

"Come on Chris," moaned John, "Get me off, quick!"

The guy next to us was obviously getting quite excited and looked to be in the lead and John's penis thrust itself at me.

"Suck me - quick!" John said, "It won't take me so long then."

In the heat of the moment and wanting John to win, I simply opened my mouth and allowed his penis to slide inside, horrified as I was by my actions.

But then, a few moments later and the horror had receded as the sensations and feelings of John's incredibly stiff pole sliding between my lips took control. Suddenly it was becoming a delight and a pleasure to be servicing such a magnificent cock; suddenly my tongue wanted to join in and suddenly I found myself working really hard to get John to cum!

"Ooooh yeahhhhh Chris," he moaned, his hands holding my head in place, "Yesssss, that's it - just there! Fuckin' lovely! Keep doing that...!"

I didn't know what it was that I was doing that was so special but I didn't stop - I just carried on sucking, licking and absorbing his cock until John pushed me away.

"Here it cums!" he said, "Where do I shoot it!"

I desperately wanted to tell him to shoot it in my mouth but instead I pointed out the little container that balanced near us.

"In there; do you want me to help?" I asked, very willing to hold him as he shot off but he shook his head.

"I'll aim better if I do it!" he said as he continued stropping his cock quickly, "Aaaaaahhhh yessss, its cumming!"




The Village Fete Ch. 02



This is an out-and-out bit of fun; a further extension of my usual lighthearted offerings; as much fun to write as I hope it will be for you to read. 

The story is a fantasy and something of a comedy and I expect you to treat it as such. 

Hopefully the sex itself will be adequately energetic and if I've done my work properly, it'll be depicted with enough detail to make it as enjoyable for you, my readers, as it was for the players.

Oh - and please read Chapter 1 first - it will help...

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With the help of a divorce, the ensuing freedom and a pal from the pub, I found this fantastic 'adult only' leisure centre in which to take a break from life. And while there I met a fellow hedonist called John who helped me through some of my adventures all of which you'll find in Chapter One.

So after our first day out around the centre, we'd retired, spent and exhausted for now, to recover and prepare for the evening's entertainment and this is how our day continued...

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I must have dozed for a good hour or two and awoke because although the sun was still shining brightly, my stomach was telling me that it was food time. Quickly I showered and dressed, just putting on a t-shirt and shorts, but without underwear though and then, all clean and lovely, I headed towards John's cabin where I knocked on his door.

It soon opened to reveal John clad in just a towel around his middle and with his hand held up by way of apology.

"Sorry Chris, must have dropped off - won't be long though," he said, "Come in and grab a seat for a few moments."

With that he cast aside his towel and began searching around - he too was still to unpack properly, it seemed.

"Need some deodorant," he said, "Know I've got it here somewhere..."

With that he got down on his knees and began rummaging through his bags, his bare arse pointing straight at me. It wasn't a sight that really stirred me - until I remembered my pig from earlier on and how eagerly I'd fucked him! My penis immediately lurched upwards and I let out a small groan.

"What's up?" said John, looking over his shoulder, "Oh - you like my arse, do you?"

"Ummmm, yeah, I mean no, urrrrrrmmm!" I spluttered, "Don't know if I'm into arses really."

"Oh, what a pity!" John said brightly, stretching his buttocks apart, "You can ride me any time!" 

My cock jumped hard and I found myself wondering why I should be so uncertain of myself. Here I was in a resort on Gay Day and I couldn't let myself go! 

'Silly boy!' I concluded of myself.

"Well?" said John waggling his arse, "Fancy a ride? A quickie before we go?"

Seven inches of me was all for it but another part was telling me to save myself and that part won out.

"Later John," I said, making excuses, "It's not that I don't want to; it's just that we've a big night ahead - if I've got enough energy when we get back, I'll think about it. Ok?"

"Ohhhhh," moaned John, "Oh well, if you say so!"

He stood up; his spray can in his hand, his nine and a half inch cock now solidly erect before me - and I found myself wondering for a moment where he was going to put the can!

"At least give me a quick suck," he said as he moved closer, "You don't have to make me cum...not yet anyway!"

I guessed I could do that well enough and as John moved closer I opened my mouth and just let him slide inside until his end touched the back of my throat. I clamped my lips round his shaft and pushed him back out a bit until I was comfy, then settled down to suck him while still having enough cock available for my fist to work on.

"Mmmmmm," moaned John, "You're pretty good at that for a beginner!"

Already I'd decided that I loved the feeling of sliding my tongue around the rim of his knob; into the (not so little) hole at the tip and up and down his shaft. I loved the taste of his penis; a slightly salty taste that thrilled me to the core; the sudden slipperiness of his precum as it oozed in waves from his cock; the feeling of his knob pushing against the roof of my mouth or stretching my cheeks.

I was getting well into this before John patted me on the shoulders.

"Better slow down," he said as he pushed me away, "You'll have me cumming if you're not careful."

But I dearly wanted to bring him off now - I was almost desperate for another mouthful of his delicious essence and I moaned as he pulled away from me.

"Later," he said, "We've got all night if we need it!"

"Mmmmm," I agreed reluctantly, licking my lips, "Guess so..."

It was my turn to be frustrated!

Soon John was dressed and respectable and we set out for the longish walk to the centre although since we chattered all the way, we soon seemed to get there, to join the many others who were arriving.

Neither of us had been in the 'centre' before apart from when we picked up our keys and now we stood there, open-mouthed as we took in the sight from the reception lounge. The centre was on two levels; the reception unit and the main building, which was lower down the contours of the valley and which we now overlooked from a broad viewing point within the building.

The whole place seemed to be a replica of the village but with some obvious alterations. For example, instead of a village green, there was a large pool, already loaded with perhaps a dozen or more naked people, presumably all men. And it was obvious even from a distance that some of them at least, were indulging in sexual activities of one kind or another. What had been a vital part of the sideshow activity outside was now out in the open inside...and then we spotted another obvious difference. No-one anywhere was wearing anything at all!

Soon we understood, as in order to get in there we had to be counted in and to do so we had several things to do. Firstly our cards were taken from us and our tally of cockles was stamped onto our forearms and secondly we were asked to deposit all our clothes in their safe-keeping.

It didn't take long to get divested and John and I, bare to our skins, looked at each other and smiled broadly as we walked over to the bar before heading into the village. We were going to have fun with a capital 'F'!

Before long we'd been updated on the set-up. Our hard-won cockles would be used to buy the rights to participate in some games - and those bereft of, or short of cockles could still join in, but they'd be in the more subservient or supporting roles, it seemed.

After a couple of loosening-up drinks John and I meandered off, bypassing the pool in which something resembling a gay orgy was now taking place. There were unions of all kinds, from daisy chains to underwater 69s right through to just plain kissing. I felt my cock responding to the scene and John obviously felt the same; his hands were covering his groin and he was no doubt massaging his cock.

"What do you fancy? What about the pool?" he asked as our eyes scanned one sideshow after another, "Feeling energetic?"

I shook my head slowly; I wasn't quite certain yet of my intents although my cock, like John's was quickly becoming erect.

"Ok then - how many times do you reckon you'll be able to cum tonight?" asked John, jerking me out of my reverie.

"Ummmm, twice; perhaps three times," I said and John nodded.

"Yeah, that's my target too," he said, "So perhaps we'd better get fucked first, then do the fucking later!"

"Oh what!" I exclaimed; the import and horror of his words sinking in; did he just expect me to let someone fuck me! I almost felt like running away...but for some reason I just went along with him as he started to head down the path.

A little while later and John pulled me into another of those small quiet alcoves, all complete with a padded bench seat and we sat down side by side.

"Chris," he asked gently, "You've never been fucked, have you?"

I shook my head; I'd had nothing more exciting up my arse than a carrot, some many years ago...but somewhere inside me there was a thrill taking place - a throbbing feeling that seemed to be pushing me into daring to risk it!

"Does it hurt if someone fucks you?" I asked innocently but John shook his head.

"Depends on how it's done," he said, "If I just stuck my cock straight up you you'd scream...but on the other hand if I use some lube and take it easy and if you help too, I think you'll really enjoy it."

I looked at him with a hard stare, feeling a bit put out as he seemed to have presumed that I'd want being fucked!

"How would you know?" I said, feeling my anus twitching and squirming, "How would you know how my arse would feel?"

"Cos I've been there, haven't I? I was like you once; then I let it happen and I've never looked back!"

And as John spoke he stood up and then he was there before me, naked like me, his penis already well and truly hard. In his hand was a small tube - it just had to be a tube of lubricant, didn't it?

"Come on Chris, its quiet in here; no-one will see; you can have a bit of privacy for your first time. Try me for size - I'll be really gentle."

His hands started to work at my penis as if to encourage me and, feeling like putty in his hands I stood and allowed him to turn me around, his hands sliding over my quivering buttocks.

"That's better Chris," said John, his hand now coming round to grasp my suddenly rigid erection, "Looks as if you're getting into it now! Come on - you've got to try it sometime!"

He turned me round and our two cocks slid against each other, the sticky wetness of his penis telling me that he was already leaking. John pulled us nearer together and suddenly our faces were close and our lips met - and we kissed!

Another first for me - a genuine smooch with another man - and it was just as nice as with a woman really. John's lips were soft and pliable; his tongue was sweet and curious as it explored my teeth and then discovered my own tongue and together we made out; our mouths now united, while below, our two cocks throbbed against each other's abdomen.

I heard myself breathing in a shuddering way; my body stirred up wildly by our actions and John knew it was time to progress.

I felt his hand pull my hips closer and then his hand was at my arse and sliding between my cheeks, his finger slithering over my arsehole. I shuddered once more with the delicious nastiness of his actions but I wasn't pulling away, in fact I was actually pushing my cock at John's abdomen as he probed around my hole, my hips jerking spasmodically as he touched me.

John's hands moved away, soon to return and this time one hand fell straight into my cleft, several gelled fingers sliding right over my arsehole.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" I moaned, partially because it was scary and partially because it was so nice, "Ooooooh, don't...don't!"

John ignored my feeble protests and I felt his finger probing at my flesh; his fingertip inserting itself into my body amid my further weak protests; then he pushed his finger deeper into me. So weak indeed were my protests that I now felt my arsehole opening to allow his entry; a sign that John was quick to note.

"Ahhhh, you're getting there," he said, "I'll try two fingers now!"

A bit more pressure and suddenly I felt his fingers pushing well up inside me - it was weird yet wonderful and my arsehole was fluttering with unknown yet exciting feelings.

For a minute or so there was silence as John continued to probe into my body, his fingers stretching and accustoming my hole to being penetrated, before he slowly slid them out. For a moment I actually missed the feeling of fullness he'd provided but that was soon to be rectified.

John now gently turned me and pushed me to the ground; my willing body sinking to a kneeling position, my head lowering onto my arms, my arse raising in the air.

"That's it Chris, stay there," said John and I felt him moving rhythmically behind me, "Hang on - just getting him good and hard for you!"

Quivering with suppressed feelings of anxiety, I awaited John's penis; now actually wanting to feel him in me, even if I didn't know how it was going to feel.

"Hang on while I put some more lube on you as well," said John and then I felt his fingers playing at my hole again and then what just had to be his cock sliding between my cheeks.

"Ok - I'm coming in now."

I put my hand behind me and was able to feel his lengthy erection; it was so incredibly stiff and felt wickedly exciting and I just knew there was simply no way that I'd be able to accommodate that wonderful rod inside me...but I wanted him to try...

"Yes John, please, put him in!" I said softly, "Let me feel you."

There was a moment when I still wasn't entirely sure whether or not to go through with this and then John's firm hand came to rest on my hip and I felt the tip of his cock nuzzling into position.

'Here we go!' I thought, 'All or nothing!'

There came a feeling of pressure as he tried to penetrate me; then a smooth, sliding, stretching sensation as his tip breached my outer defences.

I sucked in a painful breath and John rubbed my bottom in a soothing way.

"Relax - let it happen!" he said as the pressure continued, "Push outwards - help me..."

I still wasn't all that sure I wanted to but I did indeed find myself trying as if to expel him and John patted me again.

"That's it - be easier now!" he said, "Better for us both."

There was silence and more pressure from John's penis; then the impression of layer after layer of muscle relaxing and spreading; the penetration of each layer accompanied by a sharp but brief pain - then suddenly John's cock was sliding deeply inside me! 

"Ahhhhhhgggghhh!" I groaned, feeling suddenly very full and very stretched, "Fuck's sake - careful - don't push!"

John held his penis still and I could feel it throbbing inside me while my arsehole seemed to be grasping and squeezing him at the same time.

"I'm about half way in," said John quietly, "Well done - see, wasn't too bad, was it?"

And it wasn't really - there'd been some strain and a little pain as he'd broken through my sphincter but now he was inside me there was almost a feeling of power - I had him under my control, it seemed!

"It's not painful now John," I said, experimenting by using my muscles to caress his cock, "I feel stretched but it's exciting - it's actually feeling quite good now!"

"Wow - that's super," said John, his penis now starting to slide slowly in and out, "What would you like me to do now?"

"Just keep on doing that for a bit - let me get used to the feeling," I said, now beginning to enjoy the pressure and the fullness; loving the way his knob seemed to be working it's way right up into my bowels.

John set up a steady thrusting, his hands now holding my hips to pull himself tighter into me and it was sending thrills right through my body as he fucked me. My cock was dribbling precum everywhere as it jerked in time with his thrusts; I felt I'd soon be able to cum if he kept this up for much longer.

"I think we'd better stop John," I said, "You're getting me so worked up I'll cum if I'm not careful."

"And me," said John, his movements ceasing, "I'm getting close too!"

"Ooooh - are you? Do you want to cum inside me?" I asked excitedly, wriggling my arse around and feeling John's cock rubbing against my anal passage, "Would you like to?"

I'd never wanted a man inside me and certainly never envisaged a man firing cum inside me but right now it was what I desired more than anything else. My whole body was quivering with excitement and anticipation.

"I'd love to," moaned John, "But the night's young and I'd like to save it for later...oh fuck, I've gotta take him out!"

I felt John backing away; his lengthy penis sliding from me and I reached round behind myself and gripped John's hip. I pulled him hard towards me, feeling his cock sink once more into me.

"Don't leave me John," I said desperately, "Fill me up please - I want to know what it feels like...please!"

"I want to save it," moaned John but I squeezed my sphincter muscles tightly around his shaft while gyrating and quivering my arse too.

"Let me have it!" I groaned thrusting my buttocks back at John's reluctant cock, "Cum inside me - want to feel it! Please!"

Suddenly John gave in and his actions changed.

"Ok - you can have it, but I'm going to do it my way!" he growled and suddenly his penis was powering hard into my body, his balls slapping against the back of my thighs; his hands slapping my hips with each thrust.

I cried out in pain; not agony but an exquisite pain that hurt yet thrilled me. 

His penis was rough up inside me; way up in my bowels it was forcing my innards out of place as he thrust hard and deep into my body.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he grunted, as his penis penetrated deep into me, "Fuckin' fill you - gonna fill you, gonna fill you!"

"Yes John - do it!" I cried, my anus working overtime to stimulate him, "Pump it up me - I want to feel you!"

"Ahh, ahh, ahh!" cried John, "Its cumming, its cumming!"

"Please, please, do it!" I cried as I opened my arse as wide as I could to John's cock, "I want you to cum!"

Some more grunts; some more thrusts; some more heavy breathing and John seized up...

"I'm there - you've done it - I'm gonna cum!" he cried, "Here it cummmmms!"

Wordlessly, although accompanied by some very heavy breathing, I felt John's cum filling me; warmly spreading inside me and sending a glow throughout my entire body. I felt his cock throbbing and jerking as each red hot eruption of liquid plasma took place; John's hips jerking each time his cock did.

I felt my body itself respond by clamping down on his penis; my sphincter tightening as if to stop him from leaving me and to ensure the retention of his spunk as well.

And then we both breathed out lengthily; our bodies suddenly relaxing as John's strong orgasm unwound. 

"Oh fuck, that was good! You've got a lovely tight hole!"

"And you've got a lovely big cock too!" I responded.

I hadn't cum because I'd been too preoccupied with what was happening inside my arse but I was content; more than content; I was ecstatic! 

Here was me; until recently a straight guy, now with my arsehole completely filled with cock and cum...and I was over the moon!

"Fuckin' hell," I moaned, "That was good John; fuckin' lovely!"

"You didn't play fair!" said John, "I wanted to save that load..."

"Not complaining about my arse, are you?" I asked jovially; then I had a thought.

"How am I going to clean up?" I asked and John pointed.

There in a recess were paper towels and tubes of lubricant and a bin in the corner - this place was all set up for sex!

We gently parted; me with a towel at the ready as John's cock pulled free and soon I was using a second and then a third towel to mop up his generous load.

And soon afterwards John and I were seated once more side by side as we finished off our cleaning up; but now however, John's penis was relaxed and limp, as was my own at last.

"Enjoyed that?" asked John and I nodded enthusiastically.

"Did you know that you took all of me?" asked John and I looked at him in shock!

"What, all nine inches - fuckin' incredible!" I said, "Bit of pain at first but then - wow - don't know how I didn't cum too!"

"A nice taster for what the rest of the night holds, by all impressions," said John, "Ok - you ready to join the fun?"

"Bloody right!" I exclaimed as we stood up; my arse feeling not a little tender, "Come on then!"

One of the first events we discovered was the rodeo once again, but this time John pushed me forward.

"Your turn this time," he said, "While you're good and stretched!"

Almost before I could react he'd thrust me into the arena where I was soon held firmly by one of the men, and I now realised the commonsense of the 'no clothes' ruling - what a waste of time clothes would be!




The Village Fete Ch. 02



He grasped my penis and with a few practiced rubs he had him standing proudly, my foreskin rolled back to reveal my shiny knob.

A few moments later and he was helping me to get up on the 'horse' and I sat on the saddle, some six inches of gel-coated leather saddle horn stiffly upright just in front of me.

"Come on - get it up you," the man said firmly, "It's all lubed and ready!"

'Here we go' I thought, 'Oh fuck!'

I lifted myself up and moved forward, then somewhat gingerly lowered myself onto the stiff erection. I felt it hard against my hole; then suddenly my weight made my body slide down onto the horn, my breath bursting from me all at once!

"Uuuuuugh!" I groaned as the saddle horn penetrated deep into me, "Oooooh shiiiiit!"

I heard laughter coming from the crowd as they witnessed me being impaled - then I heard John's voice above the crowd.

"Go for it Chris - give 'em a good show!" he yelled.

Under me the horse now began to roll and sway; occasionally jerking or shaking and sending wildly strange shockwaves right up into my bowels. Gradually its motions increased and just occasionally an extra jerk would send the leather phallus deeper into me, bringing forth a moan or a groan, depending on which part of me it reached.

But despite its occasionally vigorous efforts, it was no match for John's length and after I'd got used to the sensation, I found that riding this bronco was relatively easy. Soon the machine was at full power and I was completely lost in its thrall as the stiff penis jammed itself up into me...but all too soon the machine powered down and came to rest, my time expired.

I sat there, sweating generously but otherwise completely intact, much to John's surprise.

"How on earth did you do that?" he asked as he came alongside me, "You took it so easily and you didn't even cum!"

"Good bit of practice we had, didn't we," I replied, "That was easy!"

Beside us a show helper now appeared.

"Did you say that was easy, sir?" he asked as he helped me up and off the leather horn and I nodded.

"Would you like to try something a bit bigger then?" he asked and I found myself nodding again!

"Put some more lube on your arse then, and I'll get your ride ready for you," he said.

A few moments later and the guy returned with a special key and another saddle horn and shortly it was in place instead of the six inch edifice on the saddle.

The guy turned and motioned me back into place and as I'd been lubing my arse while he'd been working, I hadn't seen what he'd done, but as he lifted me into position I saw the new saddle horn - it was now at least as long as John's horn and probably quite a bit thicker too...and already well lubed for me!

"Oh what!" I cried but at that moment I discovered I was on my own, holding myself poised above the monster, my lubed hands starting to slide on the horse's sides; my thighs also slipping as my weight bore me down onto the slippery leather hard-on.

And before I could do or say anything much more I felt the end at my hole; instinctively I pushed out to open up and there I stuck!

"Aaaaaghhhhh!" I cried, impaled on top of the leather monster, "Fuckin' big - too big!"

"No it's not sir," said the helper, his hand now gently on my thigh, "Just let yourself go - you'll be all right."

"That's fine for you to say," I muttered as I tried to let myself go, "I'm on top - not you!"

"That's as maybe, sir," he replied calmly, "But I've been there - tried it myself and if I can take it then so can you!"

"Hmmmmph!" I said, "Is that so - ok - here goes then!"

I wriggled my arse around on the end of the phallus, feeling it beginning to penetrate into me as I did so and with a few more slight movements things began to happen.

There was a slow but sharp jolt of pain which caused me to suck in my breath and yell out my agony; then that already gorgeous feeling of becoming completely filled with something; something that already was pushing against my prostate...and now seemed to be pushing against my kidneys!

"Aaaaaaggghhhhh!" I cried again, feeling the leathery object right up inside me, "Fuckin' hell!"

John was at my side immediately to offer his help but I waved him away.

"I'll be ok John. Ohhhh fuck - it's bigger than you!" I said, "Gotta be bigger and longer! I've got to get used to it!"

John's eyes lit up as he saw how much I was stretched but he moved away as the machinery started up, the lengthy hard horn hitting places inside me that even John's hadn't reached - but somehow it was good; a painful pleasure that sent waves of lust rising up my penis.

And at last he was showing signs of interest; my cock had perked up and was now firmly waving up and down as the electronic horse gave me a ride to remember. Up and down, time after time, the stiff pseudo-penis was driving deeply into me, almost but not quite tearing my innards apart. Instead it was sending wonderful thrills and emotions through me until I actually thought I might faint at one point.

But such were the dimensions of this new saddle horn that it was all I could do to merely hang on, impaled as I was, feeling my hole sliding hotly up and down the shaft; the end pushing hard into my depths. No way could I succeed in actually having an orgasm even though my penis was as hard as the leather device inside me and dripping oozes of precum freely.

But despite that I was having the ride of my life; an incredible adventure into fucking that I just knew would be part of my future life...even if future penetrators didn't prove to be so generously endowed!

I was so absorbed that once again I was still 'up there' as the machinery began to power down and only gradually did I come back to my senses and return to the real world, finally to hear the showman confirming that my ten minutes was up.

And John was there again, helping me down off my perch, his hand now reverently wrapped around the huge saddle cock as he admired its girth and length.

He looked at me with something resembling newfound admiration.

"Really, really bloody amazing!" he said, "And you STILL haven't cum!"

"Think I need a real cock up me for that!" I said smirking at him, "Wonder where I'll find that?"

He smacked my bare arse and laughed with me as I cleaned up; a show helper now appearing at my side. He took hold of my arm and with an indelible pen he changed the number on my arm.

"That was 100 cockles to you sir," he said, "Normal rides are free but if you want extras, then you pay."

"Ahhh, I see," I said, now understanding the value of my cockles, "Makes sense."

"Makes sense to make them last too," said John, "So what do you fancy next?"

"Dunno," I said, chuckling, "I'm actually feeling really fit with all that bouncing - what else can we do that bounces?"

"Ummmmm," said John as we looked around, "Hey - look at that!"

And across the way, on the green, another sack race was taking place - with a difference!

There were two men getting into each commodious sack!

"Come on then," said John urgently pulling my arm, "Now's your chance!"

Quickly we ran to the starting line just as the showman was calling out for more contestants and we filled the last place; our voluminous sack at our feet.

"You get in behind me," said John, "Then put your hands round me and hold tight."

Soon we were in place, with one obvious 'problem'. My cock, which had been stiff ever since we'd left the bucking bronco ride had risen rigidly and was now lodged between John's upper thighs causing me to wonder if I could get off like this.

I just couldn't help but squirm and thrust a bit until the showman called us forward.

"You all ready gentlemen?" he asked, "Are you all connected?"

A selection of calls rose as the contestants moved around and John looked over his shoulder at me as he adjusted his erection through the hole in front of him.

"You know what we're supposed to do, don't you?" he said, "Come on - push him in! Hurry up!"

'Ooooh fuck, yessss,' I thought, 'This is just what I need!'

Quickly I began wriggling around to get my penis into John's hole and John crouched slightly, allowing his thighs to spread apart - and suddenly I'd found it! My penis worried at his hole and just slid inside; I was almost taken aback at the easy of penetration.

"There was some lube there," said John, "Put some on while you were riding."

"Thank heavens," I said gratefully, "I'd hate to have missed out!"

I pushed hard and my penis slid into his depth at the same moment that the starter yelled "GO!"

Immediately I was glad that I had a firm grip around John's waist or I'd have been dislodged but instead the sensations were simply incredible as we bounced up and down in unison.

The thrills and sensations going though my already well aroused penis were super; every jump sent my cock deep up inside John's tight hole; every time we landed a shockwave coursed through me...and it was all happening so fast that I had little or no time to do much more than pant, keep bouncing with John and enjoy the thrilling feelings that were growing inside me.

We were actually in the lead when I felt things coming to a head and my orgasm was sudden, profound and totally without control.

"Ahhhhh John, gonna cummmmm," I yelled, my whole body motionless; "Here it cummmmms!"

And as I erupted so I pushed my penis hard up inside him and John, not expecting such a movement, simply lost his feet and tumbled forward onto his hands and face. But there was no way I could stop and we lay there with me on top humping madly into him as I emptied my balls of my scalding spunk!

"Oh-oh-ohhhhh!" I cried as each injection of spunk sprayed into his cavity, "Oh Goddddd!"

No doubt John wanted to berate me for losing us the race but was this really a race or was it merely a device to get to people to fuck, I wondered, although just at the moment I didn't care. I was satisfied, if only until next time!

Slowly we stood up, still united until John's arsehole expelled me; a gout of my cum gushing back over my cock and balls as we separated. 

He was laughing like a drain as he stood observing me.

"Serves you right! We were going to win!"

"Got my own prize, didn't I? Got your arse!"

"Could have had it any time - come on, let's get you cleaned up!"

We wrapped our arms around each other as we finished the course, at our own leisure though.

At the finish line the other competitors were also cleaning up, cloths being handed around and soon John and I felt presentable once more. We didn't win any prizes, but we'd had a good time and I'd had a good fuck, for that matter...

We moved on, stopping from time to time at strategically placed bars for quick top-ups until we found our next attraction but this time I was a bit reluctant to try it out. I'd just had an excellent orgasm and I'd need a good break before I could consider any more fucking...but we'd arrived at the Bowling for a Pig alley.

But John pulled me and reluctantly I allowed him to drag me closer.

"Gotta have a go at this," he said, "Never tried bowling - might be quite good at it!"

But he wasn't; perhaps he just didn't have the luck but whatever, ever after four tries he'd only managed to knock down five skittles and he came and stood with me, a little crestfallen.

But his mood didn't last long as the showman suddenly recognised me.

"Hiya fella!" he called cheerfully, "Back for another go?"

"Nah - he's alright," replied John, "Doubt he's got the energy to bowl; he's just had a good fuck!"

My face turned red as he spoke but the showman wasn't fazed. 

"That's good actually," he said, "My damn pig must have overindulged tonight; he's had to go off for some attention - I need someone to stand in for him."

"Yeah - he'll do it!" said John brightly, "Hey, let me have another go at those skittles - let me have three more goes and if I can get them all down in three then can I have him?"

"Well, you brought him; guess you can, but it'll cost you 100 cockles!" said the showman as he pulled John outside while I was told not to leave, "Anyway, it's gone a bit quiet for now..."

Feeling a bit like a piece of meat I simply stood there as John attacked the skittles and although he still had four to knock down with his last ball he somehow succeeded, much to his great delight.

And seconds later he came racing around the screen to me, his penis already waving stiffly in the air, closely followed by the showman.

"Come on Chris, on your knees," John said as he rubbed his cock, "Let me get you ready!"

He'd already got a tube of lube in his hand and even as I knelt down his hand was there between my buttocks, probing into my hole.

"Come on piggy!" he said amiably, "I want a good ride!"

In mere seconds he was settled behind me; his lengthy cock prodding at my slippery hole that had already had more than its share of cock tonight, I thought. But right now I was actually looking forward to John's penetration; his penis would feel so damn good as it probed and poked right up inside me.

A bit of pressure; John's hands pulling at my hips and there was that sudden release as his lubricated penis slid through my sphincter ring and into my anus.

"Oooooh fuck," I moaned, "Oh yesssss, that's super!"

"Yessssss!" he hissed, "Ahhhhhh! You're still nice and tight!"

He began working his cock in and out, steadily building up his penetration and his speed until he was hammering his powerful cock into me, his breath coming quickly, the smell of our rutting all about us. I'd had my head down as he powered into me but now I looked up and there before me was the showman, as naked as we were and stropping his own very generous erection!

John also spotted him and he waved him closer.

"Take the other end," he said, "Chris'll give you a blow job if you like! He's quite good!"

'Oh will I?' I found myself asking in my mind and then, 'Am I?' 

Yet actually that was just what I'd been thinking of doing; the showman's penis looked far too inviting to miss out on!

The man's cock was like a steel bar; a powerfully rigid length of muscle, even if not quite as long as John's and I found myself worrying that John might suggest that I try that cock in my arse too. It looked too much like a weapon of mass destruction to me, whereas John's seemed that much more friendly somehow.

But then he came closer to my head and as I lifted up his penis slapped against my cheek, leaving a sticky dampness there and I knew I was going to suck him off.

I reached up and took hold of his cock; it was wonderfully hot and firm, his foreskin stretched but able to slide up and down over his knob and as I pulled it back, so a nice trickle of precum oozed from his tip. Quickly I licked it up and stropped his penis rapidly to elicit more of his slippery offering, the showman gasping with pleasure as my fist moved on his shaft.

And now I stuck out my tongue and the showman pressed his penis into my mouth, my tongue quickly wrapping itself around his smooth slippery knob, my lips loving the feel of that shoulder of flesh that sets the knob apart from the shaft as it rubbed between them.

I sucked hard and was rewarded with the subtle taste of another oozing of his precum; hardly a taste, more of a sensation of slipperiness and sex. I scrolled my tongue around his penis, exploring it all and then, using my hand on his shaft I began to stimulate him; to bring him to orgasm.

I was already looking forward to getting my mouth filled with his cum!

Behind me John was now enjoying himself; his penis was filling me time after time; deeply then gently, sliding in at an angle to rub against my innards and against my prostate too; quickly then slowly. 

All the time his breath was quickening and it seemed that his body was quivering each time that he pushed up against me - his orgasm wasn't all that far away, I reckoned.

I redoubled my efforts on the showman's penis and another nice flood of precum anointed my mouth, lubricating even my throat as I stimulated him.

But now he was pushing harder at my mouth, so much so that his knob was pushing against the back of my mouth...

"I'm getting there!" he said gruffly, "Won't be long now!"

"And me!" groaned John as his penis continued to fill me energetically, "I'm not going to last long at this rate!"

I just didn't care who came first; it was all wonderful - to be filled at both ends and by two such huge cocks as well!

Somehow my mind cast back to a few weeks previously when I'd first taken a man's cock in my hand...and here I was now with not just a cock in my hand but one up each end!

John was definitely getting ready to cum; his penis was simply hammering into me; I could feel his tension rising as he neared his climax...then suddenly he was there and his orgasm burst from him!

"Aaaaahhhhh - fuuuuuuck! Cummming! Cummming!" he cried and I felt his penis recoiling and spitting out hot and powerful bursts of cum that seemed to fill my rectum while the sensations his cum generated reached my whole body.

"Ooooh my God," he groaned as he continued to empty himself into me, "Oooooh yessssss!"

But as he thrust he pushed me forward and the equally powerfully pumping penis of the showman pushed right into my mouth and just slid down my throat!

I wanted to retch, I wanted to push him out but at the same time it was an incredible experience that I just knew I had to enjoy, at least once! Not that I had much of a chance to say anything on the matter!

"Uuuuugh - fuckin' cummming!" he grunted as he pushed and I felt my throat fill with wetness and warmth; his spunk felt thick and slimy even though I couldn't taste it down there.

I pulled him from my throat in time to get a generous mouthful of his thick, rich, tasty emission - and as I pulled away to try to clear my throat, so another pulse of sticky cum splashed wildly over my face. I could feel it slowly running down my forehead and over my cheek and on my lips.

I felt completely depraved and gloriously wanton; I was up for anything now and I loved it!

But finally both men finished and as they removed their spent penises from my body, so we all stood up, sweat, sex and steam rising from us in waves; our faces all glowing with excitement.

"You're bloody good!" said the showman, his arm draped over my shoulders, "You took all of me and you took him too! Fancy a job here next week?" 

I know I was blushing but I felt quite proud too; I had indeed taken them both and their offerings, although I had to say 'no' to the showman's idea. This was supposed to be a peaceful break! 

But my mind thought back to the beginnings and to Bert at the pub and I now wondered what he and I could get up to once this was all over!

Instead I now had John and the showman fawning over me, cleaning me up gently and offering me a cool drink for my efforts and soon I felt reasonably normal once more and positively willing to try something else. Mind you, the showman did remember to charge John the 100 cockles for use of his equipment!

Walking further into the complex we realised that we were very near the heart and we both began to look around for more depravity - there had to be somewhere really interesting.

And there was - right at the core itself; a large exotic-looking marquee, bedecked with garlands of flowers and other decorations; a cloud of smoky-looking vapour pulsing from its doorway, with mist-shrouded coloured lights glowing through the canvas and we stopped to see what was inside.

And actually all we had to do was to look up somewhat as there above us floated a large balloon with the words "Zodiac Fucks" on it...not that that explained everything, so we ventured into the cool interior.

A man dressed as a wizard appeared from the mist, his tall hat seemingly perfect for the occasion, whereas, for once, our nakedness seemed out of place, but the wizard wasn't at all perturbed.




The Village Fete Ch. 02



"Gentlemen, welcome," he crooned, "Welcome twice. Nice to see you both - do come and join the crowd!"

His eyes scanned us up and down before he ushered us to some warmly padded chairs into which we sank.

"So - what can I do for you?" he asked, his eyes twinkling wickedly, "What have you come to see me for?"

"No idea!" said John cheerfully, "We were just passing..."

"So you're here for...what?" the wizard continued, "What would you like most?"

"I'm here because I love to fuck," said John blatantly, "Don't really care who with, just so long as we all cum!"

"Fair enough - and what about you?" asked the wizard of me.

"Ummm, just cum, I think," I said, "That's what I like best, I think! I mean it's good to fuck and be fucked but its just all that hot cum that I love!"

"Hmmmm, we'll see if we can accommodate your wishes then. Well, this is "Zodiac Fucks" and here we cater for your hedonistic and erotic pleasure," the wizard continued, "So first of all I'd like to know your birthdates, please."

"Mine's May twenty-first," I said.

"And mine's March thirtieth," said John, causing the wizard to smile.

"Ah - most excellent - so you're a Gemini, the twins and an Aries, the ram; what a great combination!" he said, "So much strength between you!"

John got there first as he corrected him.

"Actually this guy isn't so much into the strong angle, he's a bit on the subservient side if I'm right," he said, "But I'm definitely the ram!"

I looked a bit sharply at him, but then I considered myself and yes, perhaps he was right. Oh well, don't suppose it would matter too much...

The wizard had been making notes on a chart and now he made some more amendments before he got down to action and spoke again.

"So - are you both still interested?" he said and we both nodded.

""Let me have your arms then," he continued, and with that he marked off 400 cockles from each of us before speaking again.

"And back to business...about this gentleman's identity." 

He looked at me and I found myself casting my eyes downwards in response.

"As it happens, it's my opinion that this gentleman, being a Gemini has two sides to him; perhaps one is subservient and the other is stronger," he said, making me feel better.

Then he continued.

"Ok - now, what we here do is to bring people together; a sort of zodiac dating agency for while you're here," he said, "But I have my own way of grouping people...and since you're all men together today, I have to be a bit different in my choices."

John and I looked at each other and smiled sociably; this looked interesting, whatever the outcome.

"Now, Aries, I like to put with Capricorn - see - two hard bodies head to head, so to speak. Or just two hard cocks if you prefer to see it that way!"

John's smile became broader as the wizard continued.

"Whereas Gemini goes nicely with Libra - there's something interesting about someone who's a twin, more or less, and someone who perhaps sees both sides - it'll be as if there are four people involved!" he said with a huge smile on his face.

I noticed that John's cock had begun to rise and on seeing that, I felt my own penis begin to tremble and fill - we'd soon both be ready for our fun!

"And speaking of four people, please come with me sir," the wizard said to John, "I've another three of your ilk who'd love to meet you. Let me take you to your entertainment for the evening."

And with that and a parting wave from John, they departed into the mists leaving me to wonder what was in store for me.

But the wizard was soon back and was now holding out his hand for me.

"And you sir, come this way if you please; I can do likewise for you too," he said and meekly I followed him, feeling more like a lamb to the slaughter than a Gemini. 

I definitely didn't feel like a Leo or anything brave!

We entered a warm place through a canvas flap and suddenly the wizard left me standing there in the mists, wondering what to do next. I edged forward gingerly until some bodies came into view and with a few welcoming cries, the group separated and came to me.

"Come on in! Good to see you!" one said, "Do you want to give your name, or are you remaining anonymous?"

"Ah, don't mind; I'm Chris," I said, "Nice to see you all too."

"Hi Chris," said another man, his lengthy tool waving before him, "I'm Sam, this is Donald and this reprobate round here is Eddie."

"What's the matter Eddie," Don suddenly said, squirming his hips around, "Can't you get it back in?"

"Hi!" called out Eddie from behind Don, "I was working up a good head of steam and I was just going to cum but you arrived; I want to get him in there again!"

"Wait a bit," said Don, slapping his hand behind his back at Eddie, "Don't be impatient!"

I laughed happily as I took in the scene; this was beginning to look interesting!

"So we're all Gemini's are we?" I asked but Sam shook his head.

"No - I'm the odd man out - I'm a Libra," he said, "And when it comes to fucking I'm happy to give or to get!"

"And me!" Don said and I nodded my head and agreed.

"So whose turn is it to do what? And does what that guy out there says make any sense?" I asked.

"Not a bit," chuckled Sam, "But it gets us all together! As for whose turn it is to do what, I've no idea either."

"I want to cum!" said Eddie urgently, "I'm first; I want someone's bum!"

"Come on then Chris," said Don magnanimously, "You can have him!"

Adjacent to where we were talking was a massive bed; it could have taken six of us with ease and I was introduced to it by Don who pushed me backwards onto the bed and once I was reclined, he lifted my legs and pulled them apart.

For a moment or two I felt very exposed but then Don's fingers met my arse and I realised that he had some lube on them, so I relaxed.

Soon he was probing my hole, his slippery fingers sliding easily inside; his face creased with a huge smile.

"Come on then Eddie - he'll take you - he's well stretched!" Don said and Eddie loomed from the mist, busily stropping his cock.

From my reclining angle I couldn't see him too well and it was only when I felt pressure on my anus that I lifted my head and looked down my body and nearly jumped off the bed!

Eddie's penis made John's edifice look puny; not only was it longer, it was thicker too; a massively cut creation that would look considerably more at home on a horse! Speaking of which, his penis even exceeded that leathery monster that I'd ridden.

It glistened with lube and probably with precum too; it throbbed with strength and power too - Eddie was obviously eager to unload; his whole body spoke of built-up tension.

I shut my eyes - for once pleased that the mechanical horse and John's considerable size had already stretched me well!

I felt the pressure build as Eddie pushed his knob against my little ring of muscle; I felt the way my flesh merely depressed as he leaned the tip of his cock against me. My hole wasn't about to give away its rights easily, it seemed; then gradually I felt the first ripples of penetration as his penis began to invade my body.

"Take it easy! For fuck's sake take it easy!" I groaned, knowing without looking again that this was indeed some monster, "Let me get used to you."

Straining against Eddie's knob, I managed to push my hole open a bit; enough for Eddie's penis to make inroads although every millimetre of his entry was fraught with panic on my behalf. But even though the pain was quite considerable I just knew I'd be able to accommodate him, if only he'd take it easy!

But Eddie was in no mood to slow down; his orgasm had been pent-up for ages it seemed and now he was getting desperate and urgent in his need to unload.

With one more grunt he was in me and I cried out loud; my pained cry filling the room for a moment or two.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" I yelled, "Fuckin' hurt me, you bastard!"

"Couldn't stop, just couldn't stop," moaned Eddie, "I won't take long now I'm inside you!"

"You'd better not!" I moaned back, "That was bloody agony!"

Despite my protests I wriggled my arse around to help him slide in more smoothly and it seemed to work as slowly but steadily, inch after inch of his huge weapon slid into me.

I felt so completely filled; utterly stuffed in fact, but it felt good, really good now the pain had diminished.

"Come on then, let it go!" I said to Eddie, "You going to cum soon?"

"Oh fuck, yeahhhh!" he said, his hips already getting into stride, "You feel so tight; you'll make me cum so hard!"

"Yeah, yeahhhh," I said, "Do it then! Fill me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

"Gonna do that, definitely gonna do that!" grunted Eddie as his penis continued pumping in and out of the depths of my hole; a liquid, viscous, slurping sound emanating from our groins as he moved, "Won't be too long though - its coming up, I can feel it..."

"Let it go Eddie," I moaned as his penis continued to move, stretched my innards to the limit, "Give me your spunk! All of it! Come on!"

"Fuckin' right," said Eddie as he moved his penis quicker now; "Won't be long, not long now!"

His actions increased and I felt relieved that he must have already worked off some of his energy on someone before me because five minutes of his powerful penetration was about all I could take.

Moments later and Eddie's hips became a blur as he reached his climax; one last deep jab and...an eruption seemed to come from his very core - it certainly seemed to reach mine!

I felt a real blast of cum rocket into my bowels; I felt flooded inside as if I'd had an enema; a complete flooding of my anus with his enormous release.

"Ooooh fuckkkkkk!" he cried, "Aaaaahhhhh! Aaaaahhhhh! Oh God, yeahhhhh!"

Gradually he lost steam; lost momentum; lost his load and slowly he deflated; his enormous cock no longer the scourge of my arsehole but now merely a shadow of its former self. I almost missed feeling that huge instrument up inside me!

A few moments later and he pulled his penis from my battered hole; a veritable cascade of cum following his extraction but I was too tired to so much as clean myself up.

Don appeared and pulled me upright, giving me a warm hug.

"Thank heavens you let him have you!" he said, holding up a towel for me, "Don't think anyone else could and he was getting so insistent!"

"Didn't think I could either," I replied as I cleaned up, "Definitely don't want anything bigger either!"

Gradually I pulled myself together, mentally and physically, my hole feeling too stretched to ever be normal again though, but I realised that despite all the strain and stress, my cock was still hard and ready for action.

I looked around and spotted Sam who was now giving a hand job to Eddie on the other side of the bed, his huge cock stiff and lengthy again; once was obviously not enough for Eddie.

Don and I moved to join them, my hand joining Sam's on Eddie's sticky, slippery cock; now able to marvel at its length and thickness...and at my ability to have accommodated him, for that matter.

But my real interest lay in getting my own balls emptied and I looked at Don.

"Any chance I could fuck you?" I asked politely and Don smiled back, his head nodding.

"About time someone did me!" he said, getting onto the bed, "Eddie started but he didn't finish so I'm all nice and slippery - been waiting for ages!"

Don got on his hands and knees and presented his arse to me; his cheeks widespread; his hole shining at me; his little star a perfect target for my penis.

"Ok Don - ok for me to put him in?" I asked and I heard Don hum his reply.

Gently I pushed my penis against his flesh, feeling my tip slip inside immediately; feeling Don's flesh parting to make room for me; feeling the heat from his body begin to surround my cock.

I pushed a bit harder and suddenly I slid inside; there was a kind of muted popping sound and I was in; to the hilt!

"Oooops sorry!" I said but Don wasn't upset.

"Not a problem, wasn't too bad at all; Eddie had really stretched me. Come on then, it's ok - get fucking!" he said, "Get busy!"

And now I could push all my rectal pain into the background as I worked my cock in and out of his slippery sleeve; the ridge of my knob catching on his sphincter muscles at the end of each withdrawal and at the start of each thrust...and then the firm yet soft brushing of his prostate gland against my cock as I embedded myself in him. 

Don was moaning; not with pain but with pleasure as I thrilled him and filled him and before too long his hips were pushing back at mine as we got into a good rhythm.

As I thrust into him, so Don's own penis stood, oozing precum freely and bouncing with each thrust and I naturally wrapped my hand around it to return some of the pleasure.

Don moaned anew as I pleasured him and I was really getting going nicely when I registered another presence behind me. Quickly I looked round to find Sam there, just licking his fingers.

"Mmmmmm, tasty!" he said, "Just had Eddie cum all over my fist; it was so exciting! Got me all hard!"

"Why didn't you fuck him then?" I asked but Sam shook his head.

"Cos I wanted you," he said, "Your arse looked so much more inviting somehow...so here I am!"

"I'm busy!" I said, "Give me a few more minutes!"

"No, that's just what I want - your busy arse; it looked wonderful as you clenched and pushed and worked your bum; I just had to have you!" he continued, his hand now around his own erection.

"Come on Chris - let him!" said Don from below me, "I won't mind!"

"Oh come on then," I said to Sam, "In for a penny, in for a pounding!"

If my arse wasn't stretched and lubed enough to take a whole army by now then I'd have been surprised and even though my buttocks were still held tight, Sam had no trouble in sliding his cock between my cheeks. Whether he'd achieve penetration of my hole without me loosening up was another matter though and he spoke to me.

"Open up, man, I want to come in there," he said, "Quick - before you cum in Don!"

The slippery nudging of his erection between my cheeks felt very erotic and I almost decided to keep him there but eventually I decided that it wouldn't be fair, so I relaxed.

"Aaaaaahhh, that's better," said Sam, "Hang on - just coming in..."

Moments later and he was pushing at my much abused hole and scant moments later he was inside, sliding easily on another blob of lube he'd just added.

"Ooooohhh, niiiiice!" I moaned as the sensation of penile flesh sliding into my body was still exhilarating and reasonably new to me, "Be gentle though - I'm a bit tender!"

"I should think you are!" chuckled Sam, "Yeah - I'll take it easy - I'll go at your speed."

And now as a threesome we began to move again; Don's buttocks moving back to meet my thrusts and as I thrust forward so Sam's erection slid almost out of me; the whole procedure reversing a few moments later. But we were relaxed and enjoying our fuck; there was no rush or panic or straining...we were just having a nice leisurely mutual fuck. I even shut my eyes but found that when I did so, visions of the mechanical horse's massive fuck stick kept pulsing before me; the object somehow pumping great gushers of cum in the air as I held it!

I opened my eyes and shook my head, before concentrating on my companions.

And now we were picking up the pace; by mutual but unspoken agreement we'd all begin to gather speed; each of us seemingly striving to penetrate the other deeper; each seemingly working to stimulate the other more and more in a kind of feedback situation that had only one ending.

The one simple ending of completion; but no ending in that we each kept upping the pace and effort until the three of us were all grunting and groaning and thrusting hard - all three of us nearing our ultimate targets - our orgasms...

Our activity was such that we were attracting attention it seemed because suddenly I noticed John had reappeared; his penis inevitably hard and ready - kneeling on the bed near us now, his cock pointing straight at me!

"Come on Chris, ride him!" someone said loudly and other cries of encouragement arose, as did the level of the lighting, it seemed, although I wasn't too sure of that.

And still we plowed on; each of us lost in our own worlds; each of us enjoying every single thrust and parry; every stretch and squeeze. I could smell our hot odours rising; but although they were sweaty smells they were deeply imbued with the scent of sex - pure sex - that made my nostrils flare like a stallion in heat!

And now I realised why it had seemed lighter...the mist was dispersing...and now, all around us were the others who were here at the centre today; perhaps anything up to a hundred men, all surrounding us and now beginning to shout out their support! 

Even the showmen from the hoopla and the bowling were there I noticed, closer to us than the crowd but also yelling their encouragement!

And every single one of them was nude and there wasn't a limp dick to be seen!

At one point I wondered if I'd get out of this one alive but there was no malice in the place, just an unfettered, unbridled lust for sex all around; a wonderful chorus of slapping flesh as a hundred stiff cocks were wanked by a hundred flying fists!

Within my field of view there were some real monsters that were on a par with Eddie's edifice and I just hoped they'd all find other holes to play in...while also realising that all the surrounding crowd were gradually edging closer and closer to us. Here and there grunts and groans rang out as over-eager men tipped over the top and erupted; the occasional spray and splash of white cum attesting to the fact.

Those unfortunates drifted to the back of the pack allowing other to move closer and soon we were tightly surrounded by a five-deep crowd of rampant cocks - whose owners were now, with their increased proximity, turning to each other.

Men began getting down on their knees; some to suck; some to be fucked; it was one giant orgy of gay pride all around us.

Occasionally another man would lose his composure and cum and several times my back or my face was splattered with a rainfall of cum droplets which merely added to our excitement.

"Anyone ready to cum?" I heard Don call to Sam and me, "Before I get sore!"

The thought of cumming brought me back to my own body and I realised that I was actually very close now; a bit more effort could easily get me off, so I pulled Sam to me to get him working harder too.

Before my eyes though, and which was truly exciting to me, was John - now bent over on the bed - with Eddie up behind him, pumping away like mad! Poor John's face was red and he looked as if he was taking a mighty pounding but I had little sympathy - his cock had once upon a time done much the same to my arsehole!

"Yesssss, yessssss!" moaned Sam, his penis hammering my hole, "Oh fuck - cumming soon! Noooooo - cummming now!"

Lovely floods of hot cum filled my arse making me groan with pleasure.

"And me; I'm cumming," moaned Don as my hand flew up and down his cock "Here it cums!"

And with that his penis began pulsing in my fist; wave after wave of cum spraying up his body; even hitting me as I bent over him; he was covered!

"Ooooh fuuuuuuck," he moaned, "Never cum that hard before...!"

And the scent and sight of all that cum right before my eyes set me off too - the next thing I knew was that I'd frozen in my tracks; I was filling my lungs with air as my sexual organs were convulsing; then I was releasing everything...all the air and all my spunk in one huge outpouring of freedom and emotion and pleasure!

"Ohhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh!" I cried as I erupted inside Don's welcoming hole.

"Aaaahhhhhh! Fuuuuuuck!" I cried again as another strong spasm shook me to my balls, pumping another bolt of cum from my cock.