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Subject: Rory Pushes His Luck 2 (Adult/Youth) Rory Pushes His Luck 2 (A sequel) Adult/youth (MMM/b) This is, of course, total fiction and, for what they're worth (very little I suspect) all the usual disclaimers apply. I was overwhelmed by comments following publication of Rory Pushes His Luck -- thanks to all who did, and if I omitted to reply personally please accept my thanks and apologies. So it seemed that I had little choice but to try to write a sequel! I hope it will go some way to satisfy the demand of over thirty readers who have commented so far. So if you missed the first story I suggest you read it before this one in order understand the background and to gain the fullest enjoyment. It can be found fty//gay/adult-youth/rory-pushes-his-luck Rory Pushes His Luck 2 When Rory's Ma arrived home shortly before midnight, she found him asleep on the sofa wrapped in a blanket in front of a muted TV. She leant over him and brushed a few stray ginger curls from his forehand and kissed him gently. His eyes fluttered open and his face broke into a sleepy smile. "What are you doing still up?" she asked in hushed tones. "I was just waiting to make sure you got home OK, that's all". Her eyes misted over and after another kiss, her voice hoarse with emotion she said, "Bonnie Lad, you have no idea how much I love you". "Love you too Ma. Did you have a good time?" "Great thanks. You too?" Rory thought for a moment -- there was absolutely no way he could explain to his Ma how wonderful his evening had been in the company of his three new adult friends! So he played it safe. "Great too thanks. Nice guys, and it's a nice change to have some different company". "Come and give me a hug -- then it's off to bed with you", she said. Next morning Rory awoke a little later than usual. His body ached slightly and he remembered the exertions of the previous evening. His cock was hard as usual, and even that had a bit of an ache in it. "No wonder!" he thought. "It got quite a workout!". As usual he had a busy day ahead of him, so no time for his customary wank. No riding treks today (unfortunately, he thought!), but he was due to give a neighbour's daughter a riding lesson, and the farrier was coming to replace a shoe on one the smaller ponies who had thrown one, as well as the vet to do an ultrasound scan to confirm if Melody was in foal again. Rory shuddered when he recalled the day of the stallion's visit about four weeks previously. Both Melody and the stallion (whose nickname is appropriately 'Ramrod') have excellent bloodlines and their foals can fetch quite high prices -- additional income for the farm. But the sheer VIOLENCE of the mating process always leaves Rory feeling so sorry for putting Melody through it. He forces himself to watch even though tears invariably stream down his cheeks. The instant that Ramrod emerges from the lorry -- strutting and screaming with neck arched, streaming tail and huge dripping penis swinging below -- Rory hates him! He actually made Melody's neck bleed by biting her when mounting her. And Rory remembers the shame of getting an erection even as he watched Melody being raped. The vet confirms that Melody is indeed carrying a foal, and Rory is relieved that she is spared a repeat performance of Ramrod for at least another year, and he knows that Melody can be ridden quite safely for another six or seven months. The afternoon is taken up with work on a school holiday assignment and piano practice, and a ride over the hills on Carlos to check on the sheep. Carlos is his favourite mount for this because he's the tallest, giving Rory the best view over the countryside, and also the most sure-footed over the rough terrain. He planned his return route to the homestead to pass the bothy to see if his three new friends were back from their visit to Campbeltown whiskey distilleries. "Perfect timing," he thought, as he saw their car bumping up the track. He'd already dismounted and let Carlos nibble the grass by the time the car came to a halt. Phil climbed out of the back seat, smiled at Rory and said "Hi Sexy!" Rory was immediately embarrassed and felt himself blush. Paul and Alan also greeted him warmly. They removed boxes of provisions from the boot and Rory grabbed the last and carried it into the bothy. As he squeezed past he felt Phil's hand brush lightly over his bum. "Are you coming over to see us again this evening Rory?" Phil asked hopefully. "Sorry, I can't this evening. My Auntie and cousin are coming for supper and I've got to act sociable". Actually Rory was quite scared of his cousin Fiona who was a few months older than him and very precocious. A few weeks previously during her last visit she'd persuaded Rory to walk with her down by the stream. When they were out of sight of the house she had blatantly demanded that he show her his dick! When he refused she threatened to tell that he'd told her to show him her pussy! So he had no choice. He was mortified when she reached over and wrapped her fingers round it as it grew hard. She called him a pervert and he was determined that this evening he would not be left alone with her. He'd known for some time, from his forays into internet porn sites, that 'pussies' held no great allure for him. Cocks were an entirely different matter, and as his eyes furtively scanned the bulges in his new friends' trousers he felt his own stir. So he swung up into Carlos's saddle and waved goodbye, calling over his shoulder "See you in the morning guys. Nine o'clock should be OK". He was really looking forward to the next day's long trek with his new friends, and wondered if there might be some sort of repeat activity like the previous evening's. Next morning Rory was out in the stables by 0630. There was a 14-year-old girl he knew from school who was mad keen on horses, but whose parents couldn't afford one for her. She helped out regularly with mucking out, grooming, cleaning tack etc in exchange for free riding more or less whenever she wanted. She always made herself available to help prepare for whole-day treks, so by 0815 all was ready and Rory had a hurried breakfast. His Ma had prepared four packed lunches and drinks which, along with spare clothing in case the weather changed, were loaded into panniers which one of the smaller ponies would carry as a packhorse on a lead rein. He had a quick shower and dressed into jock strap, jodhpurs, lumberjack shirt and riding boots. Before leaving his room Rory couldn't resist looking over his shoulder in the mirror to see his small bum clad tightly in the stretch fabric. "That's what they want to see," he thought, before turning to look at the bulge in front. "And that too!" he chuckled. He was absolutely right too! As he approached the three patiently waiting guys Phil wolf whistled and Paul said "My, what a sight for sore eyes this morning". Alan said nothing, but indicated by a twirling finger that Rory should turn. Blushing furiously he did as he was asked, gave a little wiggle, and was rewarded by Alan licking his lips and indulging in exaggerated panting. They mounted up. Phil asked whether his stirrups needed adjusting again but Rory brushed him off with "They look OK to me". "PLEASE Rory. This one seems longer than the other". "Behave Phil", said Alan, and let's get going". They spent the morning trekking the moors and were rewarded with a fleeting glimpse of a Golden Eagle as well as other raptors and a whole host of different seabirds from the cliffs. They were entertained by the antics of a group of feral goats for which the Mull is famous while they ate their lunch beside a crystal clear stream and the horses drank and rested. They sat cross-legged and Rory's eyes were drawn to the bulges displayed before him. Of course he had seen both Alan and Paul naked the previous evening -- he recalled Alan's erection -- actually no more then about 2cm longer than his own -- with its slightly upward curve which seemed to enhance its hardness, and a foreskin that peeled back exposing a good portion of the knob. And Paul's longer karşıyaka escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/izmir-escort/karsiyaka-escort) and thicker specimen that was straight with a darker purple head. He'd not actually seen Phil's, but he'd felt it pressed firmly against his back while the guys 'molested' him, and it had felt huge! After lunch Rory led his clients down the track to the 5 km stretch of sand of Machrihanish Beach. The tide was at about half ebb, so the sand was hardening under the sun -- an ideal surface for Melody to have a gallop. "Wanna see Melody fly?" Rory asked his companions. With their agreement he got them to dismount and hold onto the reins of their mounts. He shortened his own stirrups and Melody knew straight away that she was in for a treat and started to dance. Rory calmed her with quiet words. She knew what was expected of her and all it took was a slight squeeze of his heels to her flanks and she took off like a bullet from a gun. Rory assumed the classic racing jockey's 'monkey crouch' -- upper body parallel to the horse's neck and bum in the air - as Melody stretched into a full gallop, her hooves hardly touching the ground as she and her rider flew along the sand. Alan brought his binoculars to his eyes to focus at Rory's rapidly diminishing tiny rear end. "Sweet Jesus! Would you look at that!" he breathed as Rory's thighs moulded to the horse's movement as the relative position of his taut bum seemed to remain fixed. Horse and rider slowed and turned, and with a burst of acceleration aimed back towards their audience, slowed to an easy canter about 500 metres out and rejoined them. Rory was flushed and breathless with excitement as he caressed the horse's neck and ears, while Melody seemed totally unaffected by the exertion. "That was fucking awesome" croaked Phil. Was Paul the only one of the three who thought he detected an excited bulge in the front of Rory's jodhpurs? He called to mind the evening before last and the amazing feeling of the boy's cock deep in his mouth, squeezing the head with his throat. Would he up for a repeat performance? Their return to the farm was at a sedate pace to let the horses cool off. Since they were not going on another trek for a couple of days they were turned out into a field and immediately started to roll in the lush grass. Carlos, the biggest got to his feet and gave a violent shake. Like a lot of geldings he was still capable of erections -- and his was particularly massive, about 40 cm (16"). "Fucking hell!" breathed Paul. "I don't think even you could cope with that!" Alan told him. "Steady lads, there's an innocent child present", joked Phil, making Paul snort. "Innocent my arse!" causing Rory to blush and change the subject -- he thought. "I'm hot", he announced. "You sure are Baby Boy", quipped Phil. "What I was going to suggest, before you all started getting rude, was maybe a dip in the pool -- I sure could do with cooling down". "Can we skinny dip?" asked Alan hopefully. "'Fraid not, there's other people staying, not to mention my Ma". So while Rory went to his room to change the three guys got in their car to return to the bothy to get their swimming togs. Rory debated with himself what to wear -- shorts, trunks or maybe a bikni- type speedo. A few weeks previously Rory had purchased a pair of Fastskin speedo shorts online, the sort that extend down the thighs and made of figure-hugging stretch fabric. He loved the way they moulded exactly to the shape of his bum and package. He'd seen them modelled by boys online and knew how sexy he would look. "This should make them drool!" he giggled as he made his way out to the pool. The farm's water supply and pool was fed by a fresh water spring further up the hill. It collected in a large underground holding tank which provided plenty of pressure for domestic use, and also fed into one end of the pool with an outlet to a soakaway further down the hill. So the water in the pool was being constantly replenished with no need for any filtration or chemicals. The downside was that it was quite cold -- even in summer not getting much above 15 or 16 C (60 F). The guys were getting out of their car when Rory appeared. They just stood and stared, and Phil gave a low whistle. "WHAT!?" asked Rory, trying for the innocent look. Alan turned to Paul and said, "I think they must be painted on". Paul twirled his finger and Rory did a slow pirouette, the attention making him feel sexy, and he could feel the beginning of a hardon developing so with a whoop, and a loud cry of "GERONIMO!" he ran and leapt into the water.. The thing was that Rory was quite used to the water temperature and loved it -- he even found normal swimming pool temperatures a bit uncomfortable. "Come on guys -- the water's lovely!" To his delight the three guys joined hands, ran at the pool and launched themselves in together. They all surfaced VERY quickly, with various shouts of "SHIT!" "FUCK!" and "I'm gonna KILL that little bugger!" "Something wrong?" asked Rory innocently, "and PLEASE watch your language -- my Ma is easily shocked". Paul heaved himself out and sat on the pool's edge. Phil demanded "Why didn't you tell us it was so effing cold?" "You didn't ask, and anyway it's just right -- very refreshing". "I'm gonna refresh your arse for you when I catch you!" he shouted as he launched himself in Rory's direction. But Rory was an excellent swimmer, his graceful and sinuous body cleaving through the water like an otter. "HA! Can't catch me OLD MAN!" he teased, and slowed to let Phil almost catch him before sprinting away to safety. The trouble was that, in the excitement of the chase, Rory had forgotten Alan who grabbed him from behind, although, slippery as an eel, he almost managed to escape before Alan's strong arms pinned him to his chest, and no amount of squirming was going to gain his release. "Can you hold him in a position so I can tan his arse?" "NOOOOO!" squealed Rory, "I'll shout RAPE!" "Wishful thinking I reckon, don't you Alan?" At that moment Paul appeared beside them, having once again braved the temperature to join the fun. Together they got him to the pool's edge. Alan jumped out and grabbed the boy's arms while Phil and Paul pressed his body to the pools inner wall. "No escape now cheeky boy!" Phil whispered in his ear, "Payback time for the 'old man'". "Didn't mean it Phil, honestly", Rory pleaded in a totally unconvincing fearful tone. "Bare arse I reckon, don't you guys? Do the honours please Paul, Alan and I have got him good". Whereupon Rory felt Paul's fingers at the waistband of his Speedo shorts and they were yanked down. But instead of the expected spank Rory felt one of Paul's hands stroke his bum, while the other reached around the front and gently cupped his shrivelled cock and balls. They remained shrivelled for only a few seconds then the boy's cock began to lengthen and thicken with Paul's expert manipulation while the middle finger of Paul's other hand found and stroked across Rory's quaking hole. "NOOO!" Then in a hoarse whisper, "Not here - someone might see". And Phil said "Shall we agree to defer 'punishment' until later lads?" "What if he escapes?" asked Paul. "He won't escape -- he wouldn't run fast enough. He'd let us catch him easily!" laughed Alan. Rory felt like they were taking the piss and announced that he was going to get dressed. "So, will we see you later?" asked Phil. We could have another barbecue this evening". Rory smiled shyly. "I can bring some stuff to cook again. Will Paul make another chocolate cake?" "I sure will" he said with a smile. "Do you like chicken?" asked Rory. Phil chuckled "Rory, you are such a delightful innocent!" "What's so funny about chicken?" he asked rather indignantly. Phil explained that 'chicken' was a gay slang word for young boys, and that all three of them were 'chickenhawks' who REALLY like young boys "just like you -- but I guess you must have realised that by now. And I think you're keen to join us again because you like being 'molested' by us chickenhawks". Rory grinned sheepishly, kartal escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/istanbul-escort/anadolu-yakasi-escort/kartal-escort) blushed and walked away towards the farmhouse while the three men perved on his retreating bum. He turned, waved, wiggled his bum cheekily and quietly said, "See you later chickenhawks". "I hope they don't think you're being a pest" said Rory's Ma when he told her he was going to join the three guys for a barbecue again. "It's OK Ma -- they invited me, I didn't invite myself". "Well, just make sure you're polite and thank them for being so sociable". Remembering how good it felt for hands to be creeping up inside loose shorts he decided to wear a similar pair -- no underwear of course. He also remembered to take a sweater, although he'd loved being under the blanket getting 'molested'! The charcoal was just right to begin cooking when Rory arrived at the bothy. He was greeted with hugs all round. He suggested that they put the chicken thighs on first to slow cook so they were properly done right through. There was also corn-on-the-cob and sausages, and the guys had made some mixed salad. It was all delicious as they sat on the grass eating from paper plates. Rory was already feeling horny and decided on a little fun. He sat cross-legged -- what the Americans call 'Indian style' -- so that the legs of his baggy shorts gaped, affording the guys a nice view of his privates. Rory pretended he didn't notice them staring and just carried on chatting, although he did notice that the bulges in the guys' shorts had become more pronounced. For dessert Paul had baked another of his 'special' chocolate cakes as he had promised. Rory had two quite large portions then reclined langourously on the soft grass as the feelings of relaxation and horniness began to suffuse his body. He felt his penis grow rock hard, tenting his shorts, but he didn't care. In fact he desperately WANTED the guys to be perving on him in anticipation of what he fervently hoped would be another 'molesting' session. Rory started to giggle. "Sounds like someone's happy -- looks like it too" remarked Paul, staring at the tent in Rory's shorts. He giggled again. "What's so funny Rory?" asked Phil. "Well, it's like this", replied Rory a little drowsily, "giggling makes me want to pee, but I'm not sure I can like this!" he said looking down at the front of his shorts. "Well, you'd better not do it in our bathroom or you'll spray all over the ceiling!" said Phil, which made Rory giggle even more. He clutched at the front of his shorts and said, "O NO! I'm gonna wet myself if I don't go soon!" Phil pulled him up and said "come with me". He quickly guided the boy behind the bothy and into the tall bracken. He stood behind as Rory pulled down his shorts in desperation. "Here, let me help" said Phil and reached round to take the boy's penis in his fingers and with difficulty bent it down a bit. Rory relaxed his bladder and a stream of pee arced up over the bracken. When he'd finished the tension in his penis had subsided a little, but soon returned as Phil stroked and squeezed out the last few drops. "O God, don't stop," whispered Rory as Phil pulled up the boy's shorts. Rory sagged in Phil's arms, and he tried to guide one of the man's hands back to his crotch. "They'll be plenty of time for that a little later, "said Phil. "The others will be wondering where we've got to and think that I'm trying to keep you all to myself. Anyway I think you like it better when all three of us are molesting you, don't you". Rory nodded, but Phil wasn't going to let him off that easily! "Well don't you Rory? Tell me what you want". In a small, slightly slurred voice Rory whispered, "I want all three of you to molest me again". "Come on then Champ. Let's see if we can drive you crazy again". Alan and Paul had gone inside to the tiny living area. Rory's eyes widened with shock as he saw that they were both naked. Alan was reclined on the sofa with Paul kneeling between his spread thighs, sucking greedily on his cock while he slowly wanked his own. "That looks like fun doesn't it Rory? Wanna join in?" Paul and Alan interrupted their blowjob and Alan stood behind Rory, clasping him around the chest, while Phil quickly stripped off his clothes and he and Paul stood either side of the trapped boy. "Now then", said Phil, "I seem to recall that you were taking the piss out of us earlier in the pool, and calling me an 'old man'. Isn't that right lads? And we said that you were going to be punished for being so cheeky. Well, now's the time for your comeuppance!" Rather unconvincingly Rory pleaded "NOOO! Please I'm SORRY!" and tried to squirm free. But Alan held him securely, arms tight around his chest and upper arms. But Rory started to relax as he felt four hands creeping up the legs of his shorts to fondle his stiff cock and tight balls. Phil softly licked Rory's ear and whispered, "Your punishment is that we're gonna torture you with pleasure until you beg for release". Alan released his arms but still held him firmly against his own chest. Phil and Paul each took one of his hands and guided them to their cocks. Rory had never touched another cock other than his own before and nearly swooned when he felt the hot hardness. He could also feel Alan's against the top of his bum and instinctively pressed back against it as his fingers and palms explored the thick shafts in his hands. He had already seen Paul's and knew it was long and thick, but Phil's was even bigger, hard and veiny. Those four hands continued to fondle him and were driving him wild with lust and his knees almost buckled. Alan pulled him backwards, collapsing onto the armchair and Rory fell back against his chest. The other two guys lifted Rory's legs and draped them over either arm so that he was spreadeagled with his crotch totally vulnerable to their ministrations. Paul knelt on the floor. He leaned in and ran the flat of his tongue all the way from below the boy's anus, across the quivering hole, up over his swollen perineum, across his tight scrotum and along the quivering shaft to the hypersensitive knob, then sucked down the entire length of it deep into his mouth and swallowed on the tip. Rory gasped and let out a cry of sheer ecstasy. He still had hold of Phil's cock and began to wank it faster and harder as Paul sucked and swallowed him. Paul released the boy's cock and licked back down sucking for a few moments on his balls before down further to probe his hole with the tip of his tongue. Phil took his chance and leaned over to engulf the now vacant cock. Rory's body was writhing and shuddering as his crotch was devoured by the two men, and Alan ran his hands all over the boy's chest and tummy. The intense pleasure was almost too much for the boy to bear. Then Phil positioned himself behind Paul. He reached for his jeans and retrieved a squeezy bottle. He dribbled some onto his own cock and smeared it all over. He grasped Paul's hips, aimed, and slowly slid his cock into Paul's hole, not stopping until he was completely embedded. Paul moaned sending sweet vibrations around Rory's shaft. Alan whispered in Rory's ear "I think he likes that don't you? Let's lift you up for a second". Paul and Alan lifted Rory's thighs and Alan pushed his cock between them. When they let him down it was pressing along Rory's perineum and pushing up under his scrotum. To Rory it felt really erotic and he longed to be able to close his thighs and squeeze it between them.. Paul leaned in and took both their cocks into his mouth as the same time. The sensation was exquisite as their cocks were squashed together as Paul sucked them strongly up and down. Rory was just at the edge of orgasm, but the combination of the adults' skill, and the ingredients of Paul's cake coursing through his veins, kept Rory at the peak but prevented him from crashing over the brink. Phil continued to ram his big hard cock into Paul's rear end, each thrust causing Paul to grunt which sent delicious vibrations through the two cocks in his mouth. Alan was kastamonu escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/kastamonu-escort) moaning and breathing into Rory's ear while stroking his hands over the boy's chest and tummy. Paul reached out and grabbed the squeezy bottle. He held it above the two joined cocks and allowed three or four good dollops to fall, then using both hands smoothed the slippery gel over the entire lengths of Alan and Rory's cocks. The slippery sensation made Rory moan, louder still when Paul's slick fingers slid down over his hole, and even penetrated inside to lubricate his anus, sliding further to rub the gel over and around his hard prostate. Phil, who was leaning across Paul's back, had a close-up view of Paul's hands and fingers stimulating both Alan's and the boy's erect cocks and fluttering hole. "This is when the real torture begins Rory" he whispered hoarsely as he continued to pump his rigid cock in and out of Paul's arse. Alan grabbed the backs of Rory's thighs and lifted him up, while Paul took hold of Alan's slippery cock and held it upright. Slowly Alan lowered the boy until the tip of his cock made contact with the quaking hole. Rory knew for sure what was going to happen. Although in a daze, he recalled how he had watched guys getting fucked in his forays into porn on the internet. In those videos the guys always seemed to accept the intrusion with pleasure, yet in the stories he had read on Nifty there was often reference to pain when a boy was first penetrated. So his mind was a confusion of anticipation as Paul deftly moved Alan's knob back and forth across his hole -- but that felt awesome. Inexplicably Rory felt an overwhelming desire for more, and he lowered his bum just a fraction so that the tip of Alan's knob spread the tight opening. Without really thinking about the consequences Rory relaxed his sphincter and drew Alan's knob inside him, then closed tightly round the rim. "Sweet Jesus!" Alan groaned into Rory's ear. He had great difficulty resisting the craving to simply ram his cock fully into the boy, but realised that if he let him proceed at his own pace the reward would be all the greater. Meanwhile Paul had returned the attention of his mouth to Rory's cock, and his hands to massage both Rory's and Alan's balls, sucking and massaging and firmly stroking their perineums. Rory allowed his weight to sink a little lower and another centimetre of Alan's rigid staff entered and he immediately clasped around it. He repeated the movement again and each contraction drew more of Alan's cock deeper into his rectum. At the next contraction the cockhead was was squeezed against his prostate and his whole body was wracked with delicious pulses of indescribable pleasure. An intense feeling of inevitability flooded his brain and he momentarily relaxed the muscles of his rectum and he allowed his bodyweight to sink and the shaft inside him to impale him to the very hilt. Alan buried his face in Rory's shoulder and let forth a muffled howl of ecstasy as the soft velvet lining of the boy's rectal muscles began a sensuous undulation up and down the length of his steely-hard cock. To Rory the sensation of fullness and penetration was matched by the magic of Paul's mouth and throat and fingers. After a few moments Rory's muscles grasped around the cock inside him and began a slow upward movement of his body, dragging the shaft against the hypersensitive lining of his rectum and across his swollen prostate. His body was shaking with the amazing stimulation. With only Alan's cockhead remaining trapped by his sphincter, Rory succumbed to an overwhelming desire for the shaft to fully penetrate him again, and he sank his body down and engulfed the rod to the hilt again, eliciting another cry from Alan. They found a rhythm. As Rory raised his body and drew the length of Alan's shaft upward he clasped his muscles tightly, and as he sank down again he opened himself to fully engulf Alan's cock. Meanwhile Phil was driving his swollen shaft hard into Paul's arse, forcing his face onto Rory's straining groin. Soon Rory accelerated his movements until he was bouncing up and down on Alan's cock, and forcibly fucking his cock in and out of Paul's mouth and throat. The small room reverberated to the sounds of passionate sex -- all four grunting and moaning, the slapping of flesh on flesh as balls bounced against each other, and the squelching of cocks fucking into arses. Alan lost control and, lifting Rory by his waist, pumped his cock rapidly and forcefully in and out from below. Rory rotated his hips, churning Alan's cock around and around inside him and against his prostate. "O ... O.... I'm DYING!" cried Rory as the rapturous sensations built to a crescendo. Several things happened in rapid succession that none of the participants had any ability to control - an inevitability that was irresistible. First Rory sank forcefully deep onto Alan's cock. His body started to shake and convulse uncontrollably as waves of contractions undulated up and down through his rectum, pulling Alan's cock against his pulsing prostate. A tidal wave of sensation started deep in his core, accelerating outwards and gaining momentum and intensity. Semen gathered in his ejaculatory duct as his balls and prostate churned. Rory had an illusion of delicious slow motion as his urethra dilated and the muscles around the perineum contracted with force. It was as if he could feel his semen travelling the length of his urethra to spurt from the open lips of his knob into Paul's swallowing throat, but the almost unbearable pleasure was vastly intensified by the suspension of real time. His rectal muscle clasped rhythmically around the length of Alan's cock who roared as Rory felt hot cum spurt over and over deep into his bowels. The intensity of Rory's own ejaculations maintained their force and frequency as Paul sucked it all from him with relish. Phil plunged his cock deep into Paul's arse and with a low animalistic growl filled his innards with rope after rope of cum as Paul furiously fisted his own cock as spunk sprayed in an arc to splatter on Rory and Alan's squashed-together balls. To Rory it seemed as if time was suspended as the convulsions that wracked his writhing and shuddering body went on and on. Tears streamed down his cheeks and, as the overwhelming spasms of his orgasm began to subside little by little, he began to laugh hysterically. Alan pressed his face against Rory's tear-stained cheek. "What's so funny Sweetheart?". Rory gulped back his hysteria for a moment. "I can feel your cum squidging out round your cock!" And as he started to laugh again they could all hear little farty noises coming from where their bodies were joined, which set them all off and served to break the ice. As usual Phil took control of the situation, fetching kitchen roll to catch the flow of cum as Alan withdrew from Rory's bum. He experienced a moment of sadness at the emptiness he now felt. Alan seemed to sense this and reassured him, "Don't worry Angel. I'll do it again whenever you want." Phil led the naked boy to the tiny bathroom and set the bottled-gas-powered shower running. Rory was exhausted and happy to let Phil take over. With great care and gentleness Phil soaped the boys body, paying special attention to his anus and rectum. "I expect you're a bit sore there?" enquired Phil. "Not really -- just a little bit achey inside, but it's actually quite a nice ache". Paul was next and as he showered Phil and Alan gently towelled Rory dry, which caused his little soft penis to start to rise again! "I swear the kid's an insatiable sex machine!" laughed Alan, who bent down to give the new erection a little kiss. "Well", said Phil, "I can tell you with no word of a lie that he's the sexiest kid that I've ever met!" "I'll second that!" said Alan and, as he emerged naked from the bathroom Paul said "And I'll definitely third that!" (Author's note: This sequel to 'Rory Pushes His Luck' was never intended to be so long, but I got a bit carried away with both creating an extension to the background, and expanding on the erotic content. It's not my intention to create any further instalments but, now that I've got a taste for it, I might try my hand at a different story in the future. Again, my sincere thanks to all who commented on the first instalment, and please feel free with any observations on this one to: ail )