Seven Pretty Twinks All Up For A Blow

Harry was just about to close his restaurant for the night when a group of seven young 
guys came in. They were in all their early twenties and it didn't take any time at all for 
Harry to realize that they were gay.


It had been a slow night, as just about every night was out of season in the sleepy little 
town he lived in. He was glad to have seven potential customers and quite happy to have 
all this gorgeous eye candy to feast on. Harry hardly ever had any gay customers, and 
about the only time he got to be with gay guys was when he drove in to the city on the 
odd occasion.


Harry had to persuade the grumpy chef to prepare the meals the young men ordered. He 
was so used to closing up shop early every night that he didn't know what real work was 
anymore. While their meal was being prepared Harry served the group of friends some 
wine and chatted a bit. It turned out they were staying at the little hotel just up the road. 
He was sure they would be glad of the extra income too.


The guys were already a tiny bit tipsy having had a drink in the hotel bar. They were in 
extremely good spirits and Harry was curious what had brought them all together.

'Oh we're just good friends on a girls weekend away!' the campest of the lot, a flame 
haired, slim beauty cackled.

'I haven't had one of those in ages.' Harry replied.

They looked at him in silence. This big, beefy, hairy guy in his forties who had a bit of a 
paunch and was starting to bald - what would he know about what they were talking 
about, they wondered.

'What Jamie means,' the well built, dark eyed, handosme  puppy stud added  'is that we're 
a bunch of gay guys having a weekend away from the city, trying to see how the other 
half live.'

'I got it the first time.' Harry replied with a chuckle. 'I'm gay too. And I used to be young 
and pretty once, though I know you will find that hard to believe.'

'You're having us on.' the blonde with the flowing shirt and bracelets said.

'No. I'm not.' Harry replied. 'Anyway, your food is probably about ready. I'll just go 
check.'


'That guy has a nice ass.' Oliver, the dark eyed sud twink, said as he watched Harry walk 
to the kitchen.

'Here we go again!' Jamie cried as he tossed his long red locks in mock exasperation. 
'You're going to have to get some taste Oliver. That guy's ass is the size of a barrel.'

'Yeah but the shape of it, man! I could fuck him for days on end.' Oliver shot back.

'Now, now girls!' Andy called out. 'To each his own. Hey, perhaps we should do our 
routine for him.'

'What! So he can paw and slobber over us? I don't think so.' bitched Zack.

'I think that's a good idea, Andy.' Oliver said. 'Come on guys, it'll be fun.'

'If you want him so bad, just go get off with him but leave us out of this.' Jamie said.

'I'm with Oliver and Andy.' Sean said. 'I'd love to get naked and watch his face as he 
drinks in our beauty.'

'Beauty? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?' Zack teased.


The seven were good friends and took each other's teasing lightly. Before Harry came 
back with the first tray they had all been persuaded to do their little strip tease routine for 
him. It would fun, perhaps, and something to tell their friends back in the city. All they 
had to do was keep him talking and then slip the offer into the conversation at some 
point.


Harry's face lit up at the suggestion. Did he want to see seven sexy, pretty twinks strip off 
just for him. Of course he did! His hands actually trembled as he locked the restaurant. 
Would they go all the way, he wondered. It didn't really matter; this was the best offer 
he'd had all year. The seven twinks were giggling with excitement at the prospect of 
teasing this older man, whom they thought had to be a bit of a country bumpkin. Well, 
maybe not Oliver; he genuinely had the hots for Harry and he knew that his own body 
would start changing shape soon. His father and brothers were all beefy men and that was 
the way he was going to look any time soon. He was in the last blush of his twinky days. 
He knew he was fucking gorgeous but even as he brushed his hair each day he could tell 
that it was starting to thin. He hoped that one day someone like how he looked now 
would take an interest in someone like how he would look then.


The group walked back to Harry's house which was not far. Harry was pleased that the 
streets were deserted and they didn't pass any of the townsfolk on the way. Not that he 
was ashamed to be seen with such beauties, but he was aware that they were probably 
just out to tease him and have a bit of fun. He felt foolish for allowing himself to be in 
this position, but his hungry eyes gave him no choice in the matter. It had been so long 
since he's had sex that anything would do, even being teased by a troop of slightly drunk 
and outrageously camp twinks.


Once inside his living room Harry put some music on and settled back on the settee. The 
guys seemed to sober up as they prepared to start their dance routine. It was something 
they took pride in and the moment they started it was like they were transformed. Before, 
Harry had thought them pretty, in a smooth twinky kind of way but not terribly sexy in a 
real flesh and bone kind of way. Now they sizzled as they strutted. They were damn sexy 
as they pouted, thrust and ground their way through the number. Harry's cock was soon 
incredibly hard and by the time they were down to their undies it was leaking precum like 
crazy. He waited with baited breath, as the song came to a close. Would they...would 
they... damn right they would!


They whipped off their undies and there stood seven prime pieces of man flesh. Harry's 
eyes darted from one set of gonads to the next trying to drink them all in before they got 
dressed. He was sure he had just thirty seconds to absorb all this beauty. Three cocks 
circumcized, four not; two rather thick and fleshy, one very long and thin the rest 
medium; one nut brown, two very pale, the rest in between. Three pairs of surprisingly 
beefy balls, two tiny ones and two medium. The similarities and differences between 
them made them so damn interesting Harry didn't know which ones to lust over longest.


Jamie and Zack were the first to reach for their clothes. Oliver just couldn't let this 
moment pass. He knew his friends would want to walk away, go back to their hotel 
rooms and giggle hysterically. "I mean did you see the guy's face? His eyes were out on 
stalks!" and all that, but Oliver couldn't let it go. Not like this. It was time to break rank. 
Let them go back without him, if they wanted to. He went and straddled Harry's legs and 
sat down in his lap.


Harry felt his face and neck flush as he wrapped his arms around Oliver's smooth back 
and hug him close. It this was a tease it was the best one in the world, but moments later 
he felt Oliver's tongue push into his mouth and he surrendered to the sweetest kiss he 
could remember for a long time. Oliver's thick, fleshy cock rose up between them and 
that hard meat against his belly let Harry know that this was going to be his lucky night.


The six others stood rooted to the spot watching Harry's hands roam up and down Oliver's 
back and massage his ass cheeks. There was something incredibly hot about seeing 
people having sex and none of them had actually witnessed this in the flesh before. This 
was beyond posing and strutting and the silly little games that they played and had played 
on them. These were two men in heat who knew what they wanted. Before long their 
cocks were rock hard and taken in hand.


Harry looked up and saw six hard and horny guys and he was torn. He wanted to make 
delicious love to Oliver, to hold him and stroke him all night long, but if those other six 
cocks were being offered too could he resist? He could not.


Amazingly it was bitchy Zack that came forward first. His super thin eight inch cock and 
tiny balls were now just inches away from Harry's face.

'Have a lick.' Oliver told him.


Harry's meaty paw closed around that delicate looking cock and he took it into his mouth. 
Zack sighed as Harry worked his thin spear right into the back of his throat. It was unlike 
anything he had ever experienced before and soon he climbed up onto the settee, putting 
himself between Oliver and Harry, and started face fucking the older stud. Harry's hands 
clung onto Zack's tight little ass as the horny raver fucked his wand of man flesh into his 
throat. It felt so raw, and so good, and when Zack suddenly withdrew, leaving a trail of 
joy juice across his tongue, Harry knew why Zack had hardly lasted five minutes.  That 
was definitely one of the disadvantages of youth, Harry decided.


'Hey Harry, me next.' Jamie called out.

That was so typical of Jamie and Zack, Oliver thought to himself. They were always  the 
first to criticize, but once the group had decided that Harry was okay they wanted to be 
the first in on the action. Harry cupped his right hand around Jamie's big spunk bags and 
guided that creamy pale cut head into his mouth. He then took the twink's root into the 
back of his throat until his lips were touching his ginger pubes. Jamie sighed as the 
experienced older stud worked his magic on his cock. Harry's large hands tugged at 
Jamie's tight little ass cheeks and stroked his smooth thighs. Oliver knelt at Harry's side, 
stroking his back and tickling his low hanging balls. Every now and then he would slide a 
hand up into Harry's hairy crack and send a shiver of delight through the older man.


Jamie popped his cork and stepped back to allow Andy access to Harry's hot mouth. After 
Oliver, Andy was Harry's favourite. He had a big fleshy uncut cock and a nice set of nuts. 
Harry was able to draw the abundant foreskin right forward over his erect cock before 
skinning it back to reveal the shiny red knob. He pulled forward on the skin again and 
then stuck his tongue into the puckered up skin and savoured all the tangy juices he 
collected there. Then easing the skin fully back he took that eight inch long, thick tube of  
fuck flesh into his mouth. His hand prodded between Andy's tight little ass cheeks until 
he found his tight little hole. It was so tight he couldn't even get the tip of his finger in so 
he just brushed it back and forth across the pucker as he greedily slurped on Andy's hog. 
It was clear to Zack and Jamie that Harry was enjoying this a little more than he had 
enjoyed blowing them and they were a little put out.


Harry's own cock was rock hard again and Oliver gently stroked it, causing even more 
precum to seep out of it. Oliver smeared the love nectar around Harry's blood engorged 
cock head and almost caused Harry to shoot his bolt. It was only by concentrating on 
what he was doing that he was able to hold back his orgasm. He knew he only had one 
orgasm in him and he had to save that for once special guy. Andy's fingers dug into 
Harry's shoulders and he was babbling incoherently. He rose up on the tips of his toes as 
the wave of excitement coursed through his body. He cursed and grunted as a flood of 
delicious cream washed over Harry's tongue. Harry reluctantly let the softening cock fall 
from his mouth and looked around to see Dave, Sean and Matt standing cock in hand, 
waiting their turn.


Harry took a quick swig of his red wine and then allowed Matt to stab his short dick into 
his mouth. Matt had really tiny balls and now that he was so turned on they had ridden up 
into his body so that Harry could only stroke the skin sac. Matt was in  desperate hurry to 
cum and Harry just let him use his mouth, holding  Matt close as he got face fucked. 
Hardly three minutes after he had started his thrusting Matt cried out his release and gave 
up a ridiculously huge load of fuck sauce. Where the hell had it all come from!


Sean's dark cock looked really angry as he tugged on it, waiting to be serviced. Harry 
took it into his mouth and found that it was a perfect fit. He really nuzzled on this hard 
love muscle and enjoyed the feel of Sean's muscular thighs. He seemed so tall and 
slender but underneath that smooth skin was hard muscle that with a little more time and 
training would  turn him into quite a stud. Harry's hand slid up into the crack of Sean's ass 
enjoying the heat and sticky slickness he found there. He tested the tightness of Sean's 
pucker and was delighted when his finger slid in quite easily but he felt Sean tense up 
and decided his finger needed a little lubrication. He withdrew his finger and prised it 
between Sean's lips. The young pup licked at his own buttcream on Harry's finger and got 
it all slick and wet. It slid in all the way this time and the heat and slickness of that love 
tunnel reminded Harry of what he really wanted; what might be waiting for him.


Oliver was still at Harry's side, stroking him, offering words of encouragement. Harry 
came off Sean's briefly cock to share a kiss with Oliver before going back to work on that 
veiny shaft with it's flared cock knob. It looked angry enough to spit and when Harry 
withdrew his finger and replaced it with his thumb it did just that. Sean grunted and 
shuddered as rope after rope of clotted cream spewed out of his cock eye and down the 
back of Harry's throat.


That just left Dave before Harry could claim his prize. Dave was the quietest one of the 
lot. He was also the prettiest and had the smallest cock. It was fairly thin and pale and he 
also had tiny nuts. 

'You don't have to...if you don't want to.' he told Harry.

'Ofcourse I want to.' Harry replied. 'Why don't you lie down. I'm getting a little tired of 
kneeling.'


Dave lay down on the carpet with his butt raised on a cushion. Harry lay between his legs 
and when he caught sight of that tiny little pucker he decided he needed to kiss that more 
urgently than he needed to kiss Dave's cock. He parted Dave's smooth thighs and buried 
his face in his crack. All six of the other twinks gasped as they saw what Harry was 
doing. Oliver was so fucking turned on he could hardly breathe and he quickly forced 
Harry back into a kneeling position so that he could get under his chunky butt. Harry 
lowered himself onto Oliver's face and the young twink stud went wild as he ate out the 
musky man mound. Dave was just about hollering in delight as Harry's tongue teased his 
slit and his fingers prodded into him. If Oliver was not waiting Harry would have been 
tempted to bone the hot little twink. Instead he went down on his cock and frigged his ass 
with a finger. Five minutes later he had the result he wanted as Dave's cock erupted and 
Harry greedily lapped up his sixth load of twink cream of the evening.


Dave got up off the floor and Harry now lay down on the cushion he had vacated, his 
beefy ass up in the air as Oliver greedily ate him. The other six gathered around and 
watched in amazement as their friend turned into a mini sex pig. He was grunting and 
huffing and puffing as he ate that ass like it was the last meal left on earth. As he rimmed 
Harry he stroked his own fat cock. He couldn't decided what he wanted more: to fuck 
Harry or have that sexy older stud inside him. It was Harry who made the decision for 
them both.

'Fuck me Ollie.' he pleaded.


Oliver fell into Harry's ass, his cock sliding all the way home in one easy movement. 
Oliver grunted as his cockhead registered the pleasure of sliding through Harry's slippery 
manchute. He lay his full weight on Harry's back and kissed the back of his neck. He 
extended his hands over Harry's and the pair entwined fingers as lust and desire united 
them. Harry squirmed under Oliver signalling his need and the young stud started to 
gently thrust in and out of that stud muffin. The other six were in various states of 
arousal. Zack's thin rod was already fully reinflated and he was whacking it like crazy. 


Harry started squeezing his ass muscles down on Oliver's shaft and the hot twink almost 
lost it then.

'No, no..' he pleaded.

'Fuck me harder.' Harry growled.

Oliver's friends cheered him on as he switched gear and started really plowing into that 
butt pumpkin. Loud squelchy sounds filled the air as he withdrew his fat cock all the way 
out before plunging back into Harry's winking butthole. This was simply the best 
experience of Oliver's young life, better than all the jerk offs he'd had combined. His 
cock felt like it had a life of its own as it stabbed through Harry's assguts and tingled and 
throbbed, demanding release. The sounds of their lovemaking grew louder as more and 
more air was pumped into Harry's willing asshole. The older stud started bucking his ass 
against Oliver's shaft and this was just one sensation too many.


Oliver saw stars as he lost all sense of time and place. He shuddered and let out a strange 
cry as his balls emptied deep inside that hot pleasure pit. He collapsed onto Harry's broad 
back and licked at the sheen of sweat that covered it.


The party was over and the twinks started to dress. Some of them seemed to be a little 
embarrassed now at their lack of control over this plain, balding man. But not Oliver. He 
stayed behind to spend the night in Harry's bed, getting royally fucked, while the others 
went back to their hotel.

End 

Copyright 2005 Daniel Blue