This story is all about group sex. It's best if you read Chapter One first. In that chapter you will read about our eight fun and sexy friends who feature in this story.

Cast of Characters:

Mickey Big Balls (that's me) and my wife Jane and her lover Valerie.

Ian and Dottie: Very close friends whose bed we share when in London.

Chris and Karen: Old friends of mine who have a passion for big cock and spanking.

George: The hero of this story. He is a twenty-year-old horny guy recruited by Chris and Karen to take my place in their bed.

Chapter Two.

This chapter is about initiating George into our group.

We were about to get on the plane to visit our friends Ian and Dotty who live in London. Jane had been reading my emails with George, and now that she was going to meet him she thought she would like to email him too.

"Hi George," she wrote, "this is Jane, Mickey's wife, muse and fucking partner in bisexual group sex situations. As you know, we have a ménage à trois with my previous lover Valerie, and the three of us are about to fly to London to stay with our dear friends Ian and Dottie.

"I have read your rather sexy emails with Mickey and I thought I would add my thoughts. You are obviously a very horny young man and I can't wait to meet you.

“You expressed some nervousness about having all seven of us obsessing over your rather large twenty-year-old cock. I thought Mickey's response was perfect, you know, about not to worry. We don't bite but we sure do suck!

"I like that you are aware that you have a very sexy cock and say you are not shy about showing it off, even to older folks like us. We cropped the photo you emailed us to a close-up of just your genitals. Love your foreskin, by the way. Then we enlarged it to almost fill the whole screen. We now use it as a bouncing screen saver on the 77" Samsung TV that hangs on the wall beside our bed. It looks very impressive indeed.

"The three of us like to see it there when we get horny. I can't wait till we get to see it hard. Please don't worry about your tendency to cum too quick. We will delight in watching you cum and I’m sure we will soon have your cock under control.

"Let's be frank, we are old enough to be your parents, but you already know that about Chris and Karen. We may be in our forties but we are probably hornier than we have ever been. We love that there are three of us in this marriage, but what we also really enjoy is sex with our sexy friends. We are all about sex that is uninhibited and passionate and fun.

“So, the way I see it, you have a fine and quite large young cock for us to play with and, in return, you get to learn a hell of a lot about sex from some very over-sexed older folks of both sexes. Sounds fair to me, what do you think?

"Mickey and Valerie send their love,

"Really looking forward to meeting you, Jane.”

George immediately emailed back.

"Hi Jane, I enjoyed reading your email and it is the age difference that turns me on so don't think twice about that. I have had some experience with girls my age and I am all in on learning from some older and more experienced horny people. You and Mickey and Valerie sound like an amazing threesome.

“I’m a little scared I guess but I am fascinated by the idea of bisexual group sex with super horny people who want to make use of my hard young cock. I only hope I will not disappoint but, as with Chris and Karen, I will accept your punishment if I am a disappointment.

"I did appreciate Mickey’s comment that you guys don’t bite, but you sure do suck. That really got me thinking!

"I'm so looking forward to meeting you guys. Karen has told me so much about you, George."

When we got to Heathrow Ian was there to enthusiastically great us. He hugged the girls first, but then turned his attention to me and gave me a huge hug, not so secretly groping my balls as he did so.

"I sure have missed you," he said.

We drove to their house up river along the Thames.

Dottie was gardening and came running as soon as we drove into the drive. She too hugged the girls first but then she took both my hands in hers and looked me straight in the eye.

"Ian has really missed you," she said. ”He has been so impatient for this day. I can't wait to get you naked again too,” she added.

And then she hugged me and planted a French kiss directly on my mouth, and I felt her slippery tongue slide between my lips.

Oddly enough I guess, we didn't fall straight into bed together as we usually do. We knew that Chris and Karen and their toy-boy George were turning up in a couple of days. We were all mightily intrigued by the horny young lad with the big cock who wanted to learn about group sex from his elders. We agreed to save ourselves for initiating George into the group, and hopefully quite a few days of great sex afterwards.

A couple of days later they showed up. I was very happy to see Chris and Karen. I so like them and we go back a long way, and we know all about each other's kinks. They also know Jane really well.

(Dear reader, I will be writing the story of when I introduced them to Jane. That was before we started the ménage-à-trois with Valerie. Jane really surprised me that day. I had no idea she could be so into spanking, but I guess I had already told her all about their kinks and their foibles. Turned out she was more than happy to play their game, as long as she was the one doing the spanking. I provided the cock to deep-throat Karen.)

I introduced them to our hosts, of course, and also Valerie, whom they had heard about but never met.

But most of all I was delighted to meet my new prodigy George. He seemed a little shy, probably to be expected as he must have had a good idea what he was in for. A quite good-looking lad, shorter than me but broader in the shoulders. It was obvious that there was a slim and sexy body under the clothing.

"George," I said. “Great to meet you. I feel I know you rather well after all our emails.”

I swear he blushed as he looked at me.

"I'm very happy to meet you too, sir. I loved opening up to you in my emails. I meant every word of it," he stuttered.

"I'm sure you did," I said, "and I think you will fit right in here." And I gave him a powerful first hug. “We are all very friendly…and very horny,” I assured him.

Ian and Dottie are lucky enough to live in a rather large house. Did I mention that Ian is an artist of some renown? The entire attic of the house is his studio, and there are dozens of his paintings lining the walls. Colorful works, many abstract, but also many oil paintings of their friends, mostly life-sized.

We walked through to the kitchen, the heart of their house, and Ian poured the wine.

Jane and Val immediately started to put George at his ease, asking about his life, his interests, you know, the kind of conversation interested older folks have with young folks.

Our host Dottie is French and perhaps a little more formal, but she couldn't resist eventually bringing the conversation around to what was on all of our minds.

"Tell you what," she said to me. "Why don't you take George up to the back gallery where we keep Ian's life drawings and paintings?"

“Would you like that, George?” I asked. “To see us all naked.”

“Of course he would," said Ian, and to George, "you might like the two life-sized oils of Mickey, one clothed staring back at the viewer and the other full frontal naked in the same pose. I'm rather proud of those paintings and we showed them at some private shows, and Mickey was there, showing the prospective buyers the art work.

“Interesting,” Ian added, “the reactions of the punters to those paintings. With Mickey right there explaining how the nude was painted first before I clothed it. Mickey told me that, almost without exception, straight, gay, different ages, their gaze went straight to his genitals in the nude painting. People just can’t hide their real interest when viewing nudes. Especially with the subject standing right beside them; they just couldn’t hide their curiosity," he laughed.

So I led George up to the back gallery and there, at the end of the hall, were the two paintings Ian had described. We stopped in front of them and, of course, George’s gaze went straight to my genitals.

“Crikey,” exclaimed George. “Surely he exaggerated the size a bit. Those balls look like they need a bra."

“Maybe so,” I laughed. "Exaggeration is the prerogative of the painter. The photographer isn’t so lucky."

“Weren’t you embarrassed at the art shows?” he asked.

“Perhaps, a little at first, but mostly I thought it was hilarious. I could hardly keep a straight face. I even thought I might get propositioned, but no, that art crowd is too sophisticated, I guess. At least I now have a reputation among a certain crowd that I am rather well hung, and I quite like that.”

We walked into the gallery proper. It was full of life studies, drawings in charcoal and crayon and a few oils. Obviously Ian liked painting nudes. Most were entirely asexual, but not the huge canvas opposite us. There we were, Jane and me and Valerie.

In the painting I am standing between them, my arms wrapped around their shoulders, my cock plainly on its way to an erection and my balls hanging low. Jane, to my right, is leaning in towards the viewer, a big smile on her face and her ample breasts hanging invitingly, and her equally inviting neatly trimmed V of dark pubic hair between her very womanly thighs. Val is on my left, standing in profile looking at me, showing off her apple ass and flat stomach and really gorgeous small upturned tits. She has one hand on my skinny stomach, looking like it's about to slide down to my hardening cock. We look like we're having fun.

George couldn’t stop ogling it.

Next to that painting was one of Ian and Dottie, less sexual I guess, just their sexy naked selves looking very happy indeed. A very beautiful and sexy couple, I thought.

George tore his eyes away and looked around the room. So many depictions of naked people, some good-looking but not all by any means, a real cross-section of humanity. To me, whenever I entered that room, it always looked like a sea of flaccid cocks of remarkably different sizes, and dangling balls and breasts, and the hairy mounds between the women’s legs. But I guess that says more about me than the quality of art work.

"Forget about them," I said. "Would you like to see some detailed studies of us?” I asked.

"Sure," said George, and I went to the back and came back with a two- by three-foot canvas and set it on the easel, then stepped back. It was a study in oils of my rock-hard cock, balls already drawn up tight and full of cum.

"What do you think?” I said.

"Wow," exclaimed George, "looks like Ian is obsessed with your cock. Beautiful painting and beautiful cock. How does he do it? Your cock looks more real than any photo, so veiny, so hard, so well used, I guess, ready to shoot. It’s fucking awesome,” he added.

"Yes, it was not easy sitting for that one; a guy can only stay that hard for so long," I laughed. "We had to cheat a little with photos. But we did have a couple of sittings, the girls keeping me hard as long as I could stand it, and it always ended with a spectacular orgasm.

"Frankly," I added, "I really like that painting of me. I think he exaggerated my size a bit though."

"It's fabulous," said George. “Do you think Ian would like to paint me sometime?"

"You can count on that," I said. "Painting would be his way to explore your young cock in minute detail.”

He was standing beside me, staring at the painting and I glanced down at his crotch; he was definitely tenting his pants. I turned to him and placed my hand on his crotch. He didn’t move, accepting my caress of his stiffening cock.

“I guess you do like that painting,” I said. “If you are feeling that damn horny, perhaps you should drop the pants."

“What. Here, Sir?…Now, Sir?"

“Yes,” I said, and I pulled up a chair and sat down right in front of him. “And you can make yourself hard for me too.”

Whatever happened to the guy who wanted to show off his cock to his elders? I thought. It was quite delightful to see him so nervous and embarrassed. But he did unbutton his pants and let them fall to the floor.

“Step out of them and move your feet way apart,” I said.

His cock was well on its way to a full hard-on. Very light-colored skin, unlike mine that is quite tanned. It was also undeniably thicker than mine and very smooth, though remarkably veiny too. His foreskin was retracted down the shaft.

“Wank it,” I commanded, and he nervously grabbed hold of his cock and started to stroke it. He got rigid almost immediately. He was obviously very turned on. I reached out to take his hot hard cock from him. I slid his retracted foreskin up and down his shaft a few times. George groaned, and I marveled at the incredible hardness of it. Then I licked his frenulum and then licked the head and finally I took it into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he almost shouted, “I’m going to cum."

“No you fucking don’t,” I said. “You don’t cum until we give you permission. And only when we are all there to see it, and Chris is there to videotape it.

“Perhaps you don’t realize how sexy it is for us older folks to watch your beautiful young cock explode with cum? Perhaps we will select a still of the cum shooting from your urethra and blow that up to use as a screen saver on our bedroom TVs.

“Put it away,” I told him, and he forced it back into his pants and we went back down the stairs to the others.

As we walked into the kitchen the outline of the hard cock in his pants was easy to see.

"Well, seems like you enjoyed the paintings," said Dottie, glancing at his crotch.

"Hell yes, they were amazing," said George. Then he added, “Especially the painting of Mickey’s hard-on, that was awesome.”

“I’m so glad you appreciated it,” said Dottie. “I think we are very likely to get along real well with you, young man."

“He liked that painting so much,” I said, “I checked out his cock right then and there. You won’t be disappointed, I can tell you.”

“You dirty, lecherous old fucker,” exclaimed Val. “You might have waited for us. But I guess it might be cool that you primed him. How do you feel, George?”

“Incredibly horny,” George admitted, “even if I might get spanked for cumming too fast.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” said Val. “That wouldn’t be fair, and besides, we can’t wait to see you shoot your load."

“OK, enough about that for now," said Dottie. “I want to explain my house rules to the guys. There really are only two.

“Number one, all you guys will always be naked in the house. With us girls, it is clothing-optional.

“And number two," she said, "and most important, you guys must expect to be groped by anyone, male or female, at any time. Being shagged out is no excuse, aching balls are no excuse. You must always make your cock available to the very best of your ability. Is that understood?"

"Absolutely," I said, perhaps a little too eagerly.

"Sure, I know the rules," said Ian.

"I don't think too many of you will be groping me," said Chris.

And George said, “Wow, I guess so. I'm new to all this."

"Great," said Dottie. "Let's get started. You first, Mickey."

So I stepped forward, pulling off my shirt. My feet were already naked. As I may have mentioned I am tall and slim, some might say skinny, with very little body hair. I like to maintain a good full-body tan. I also like to think that my long slim legs make my bull balls look even bigger. I started to unbuckle my belt.

“Stop right there,” said Dottie. “Get up on the coffee table and let George get a good look at you; he is clearly very interested.”

The coffee table is a huge slab of wood, very sturdy. It has been used as a stage before. I stepped up, but before I could drop my pants, Dottie got hold of me and was tracing the outline of my stiffening cock with her rather long nails through the thin material of my pants. Her face was just inches away from the cock that was fast swelling behind the fabric.

“OK,” she said, and with that she yanked down my pants and my cock sprang out, nearly hitting her in the face. My foreskin already retracted down the shaft. I reflexively pushed my hips forward, my stomach concave. My shaft looked swollen and veiny, a well used cock, and my cockhead huge.

“OK,” she said again, “hold your cock out the way so George can get a good look at the bull balls you are so proud of.”

I reached for my cock and as soon as I touched it, it grew harder and I couldn't resist the temptation to slowly wank it. I felt like a teenager. After all, I had been watching George wank just minutes before.

(Dear Reader, for anyone who might be interested, there are photos of my rather large balls in my profile.)

Dottie leaned forward and cupped my balls in her hand and rolled them around. Her hand looked tiny in comparison. She started to weigh them, lifting them up and down. I was now officially rock-hard and I let go of my dick and it stood there proudly, like a totem.

She ignored my hard-on and said, “Come and check out his balls, George, get a feel for the heft of them.”

George stared at my rigid cock and I saw him swallow hard, but he reached for my balls rather timidly. I could tell he was embarrassed but extremely turned on.

“No need to be so gentle,” I said, and George immediately started to roll them around with his fingers. He focused on my balls, ignoring my hard cock for now, though he couldn't help glancing up at it as he played with my balls. He started to weigh them up and down like Dottie had, getting a feel for the weight of them. He roughly twisted them and tugged on them, obviously fascinated by the size and heft of them.

Everyone was staring at him, fascinated by his enthusiasm. They all watched as he roughly grabbed my scrotum between balls and cock and the skin got stretched tight and smooth over my huge nuts. He stuck out his tongue and licked them, he kissed them and, quite frankly, slobbered all over them. I was more than a little surprised, and very turned on.

“You have amazing balls, Sir, they are so fucking sexy,” he said. I love it when guys appreciate my nuts!

“Well, that is great,” said Jane, sounding rather unimpressed, or perhaps a little jealous.

“Looks like you are ready to suck your first cock, George," said Dottie, "and you can be sure I will be holding your head so you can't pull off when Mickey floods your mouth with a big load of hot cum. His huge nuts aren't just decorative, you know.”

“I won't pull off, I will swallow every drop,” said George.

“OK,” said Dottie. “Your turn now. Ian, up you get and show George what you got.”

I stepped down from the table, holding onto my now rigid cock to stop it bouncing around too much. By now I was feeling unbearably horny. Ian hopped up onto the table and stripped. He stood there proud. He has a very attractive body and, unlike mine, his handsome uncut penis is well in proportion to his build. He smiled down on us.

“The one thing about my husband,” said Dottie, “is that he has amazing orgasm control; he always cums at just the right time regardless of how many bodies there are. He could teach you a lot about that, George. Also, his cock is very good for anal. You might remember that too, George.

“And now it’s your turn, George. Don't be shy,” she said.

George slipped off his shirt and stepped up onto the coffee table without being told. He took off his belt, then slowly started to slide down his pants. He was taking his time. He knew he had our full attention. He was enjoying every minute. He had now unbuttoned his jeans and the waistband slid down his tight young stomach, down past his pubes and got hung up on his stiffening cock.

Then on down, his straining shaft came into view, smooth and light-skinned, but remarkably veiny. It seemed like a long way down until the waistband hung up again this time on the pronounced ridge of the cockhead of his straining cock. He slid his feet farther apart and we could see his long thin ball sack hanging behind.

Quite the exhibitionist, I was thinking. I liked that. He smiled at us; he knew how much we were enjoying this tease.

“Want to see the rest?” he asked. We just stared and he sucked in his stomach and slipped his hand down behind the waistband and we could see him loosening up his balls behind the fabric, and maybe adjusting his foreskin. He pulled his hand back out. I kind of wished it had been my hand, and he dropped his pants to the table top.

Out sprang his gorgeous cock and it stuck straight out from his body, just like when I saw it in the upstairs gallery. Not hard enough yet to stand straight up. His ample foreskin had retracted almost completely but still covered the ridge of his cockhead. His smallish balls hung free. Smallish only in comparison to the long thick shaft.

We were all crowded around real close. I immediately reached for his balls and my wife Jane took hold of his cock with just two fingers and thumb and slid his foreskin back along the shaft, revealing his entire cockhead. George groaned.

"Fucking beautiful," observed Val.

“Careful,” warned Karen. “Remember he is prone to cumming too quick.”

“He's fine,” I said, as I played with his balls, twisting them hard as he had mine. George’s cock was stiffening before our eyes and Jane very gently stroked it until it was rigid and pointing straight up to the ceiling. His cockhead was totally engorged. Totally gorgeous. We both let go of him and we marveled at the sight of such a perfect seven inches of twenty-year-old cock.

Of course Chris had been videotaping everything and I was thinking that we would be watching this striptease many times. Almost as often as we would be watching the slow motion of his first orgasm when that was bound to happen later in the day.

“George,” said Jane. “I apologize if I was a bit snotty with you, You have a very sexy cock. I can't wait to play with it."

Val said, “I hang with young skateboarders and snowboarders and occasionally I let one into my bed. So I have seen my share of young cock, pussy too, but yours is special, George. I don't want to make you big-headed, but it is spectacular. I’d really love to suck your dick.”

"Get up on the table, Mick," ordered Jane. "I want to compare your cocks,”

"OK," I said, and I stepped up onto the coffee table, still holding my hard cock so it didn't bob around too much, my balls hanging low and swinging around beneath that rigid hard-on. Jane took George's cock in her left hand and mine in her right and gently stroked us until we were both as hard as we could possibly be. Then she briefly licked and sucked each of our cockheads till they were covered in her saliva, then pressed them together. I have to say it was quite a thrill.

Chris was there, of course, with his iPhone videotaping, delighted to have two big cocks in the same frame. Jane held our cocks tight together. George’s is undoubtedly a little bigger but we are basically cock twins.

But in many ways they are quite different once you get up close. My cockhead is longer and more bulbous and very shiny and smooth; his is more helmet shaped and a little smaller. My balls are, of course, much bigger, ten inches around the both of them. His balls dangle very low but look smallish, especially next to mine and his thick penis. His shaft is longer and thicker; there is no disputing that. My cock is darker-skinned and craggy. His is paler and smoother yet veiny. Jane was obviously fascinated by the contrast and was happy to have Chris's video record.

“Are you happy now, Jane,” I asked, as I stepped down from the table top, my rock hard cock still in my hand to stop it bouncing around.

“Delighted,” she said, “two fine cocks. Now you can all go back to edging George.”

So we took it in turns to explore his cock and balls, licking his frenulum and briefly sucking his head until it was covered with our saliva. He stood there with his cock thrust forward, a mixture of shock and excitement on his face as we edged him. 

“I’m getting awful close,” he warned.

“Bend over and touch your toes,” ordered Valerie. George couldn't believe his ears.

“Why?” he asked, a note of desperation his voice.

“Because your coach tells you to, isn't that right, Mickey?"

“Yes,” I said. “Touch your toes and then grasp your ankles."

George complied with trepidation.

“Legs further apart,” I ordered, and he shuffled his feet farther apart. Valerie and I were standing right behind him with a great view of his vulnerable, low-hanging, dangling balls. I reached forward and gave one testicle a hard flick.

“Ow” he exclaimed, surprised by the sudden pain.

“Just hold on to your ankles,” I said and Valerie started to lube his tightening balls, occasionally sliding her hand down his hard shaft and caressing the head with her thumb. Then she started to lube his butt crack. George groaned, knowing what was coming as Val started to slide her fingers over his sphincter.

George groaned even louder, waiting for the penetration. He was obviously turned on but very embarrassed that we were all watching him about to get fingered. But Val just slipped the tip of her finger into his butt hole, and with small circular motions, stimulated the thousands of nerve endings.

George was beginning to get loud, groaning and grunting, his cock dripping pre-cum. Slowly Val started to penetrate him with one finger. Then, suddenly, she drove her finger all the way home. George cried out with surprise as Val started to rather viciously finger fuck him. She then pulled her finger out and applied a whole lot more lube.

“That’s right,” said Karen. “He likes things up his bum. We have a vibrating anal dildo that really gets him going. He can take two fingers, too. Go for it, girl.”

So Valerie slowly forced two well-lubed fingers up his ass, sliding them over his prostate gland.

George was squirming, totally out of control, sweating and panting profusely. His magnificent cock was still quite hard and dripping pre-cum. She occasionally slid her other hand down his shaft and massaged the fluid into his cockhead with her thumb. When Val decided he could take no more she withdrew her fingers and coldly told him to calm down and stand up as she went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

Before he straightened up, I whispered in his ear.

“You know you want Ian to fuck you in the bum, don't you George?”

“Yes,” he said, “and I don't care who is watching.”

“You learn fast, mate,” I said.

Jane wiped the lube from his ass crack and he straightened up. His cock was now at half mast but then, as if he had heard, Ian stepped forward and started to stroke George hard again. I reached for his balls as the girls watched. George got harder and harder with us two guys working his cock and his balls. Ian was taking his time, but premature ejaculation didn't seem to be a problem any more.

“Who gets the facial?” asked Ian. “I think George is more than ready.”

“Karen” I said firmly. “It has to be Karen.”

Karen stripped off the rest of her clothes; she is very comfortable to be naked in front of her friends. She knows she has a sexy body, quite petite, with her wonderful small breasts with the upturned nipples. She placed a stool in front of George, who was still standing on the coffee table, of course. She knelt on the stool, her gaze fixated on his now fully hard cock. She reached for his balls and I passed them to her.

“What happened to the premature ejaculation?” she asked George.

“So, who wants to give a helping hand?” asked Ian.

“Me,” said Jane loudly, “and my fucking soulmate Mickey can hold onto his fucking balls, if Karen will let go."

(Dear reader, I would like to tell you a little more about my wife Jane. You already know she likes girls, but she has long been my best friend. She understands that a guy needs to cum at least once a day. We do fuck occasionally like old friends do, and she is always quick to orgasm, but I know she is not really that much into penetration. So she has developed truly great skills with her hands. Her hand jobs are legendary as George was about to find out.)

We started in on him. He was already primed and Jane was so very careful to edge. Karen stared at his cock just inches away from her wide open mouth. She was familiar with his cock of course, but not quite like this.

Val slid down behind Jane and grasped her breast and slid her fingers down between her legs. Ian pulled off her top so her breasts rested against Jane's back. She was not gentle, tweaking her nipple and quite forcefully massaging her clit. It is never hard for Jane to reach orgasm and she groaned real load. She was concentrating on edging George, giving him the best hand job ever, but as she got close to orgasm herself she started to wank him fast so they could reach orgasm together.

“Open wide girl,” she ordered Karen, and she did, waiting for the christening of hot cum.

We watched, mesmerized, as George's urethra opened and a rope of hot white cum burst from his cock. He shouted out with relief and the cum splattered all over her top lip and nose. Then a second spurt hit her cheek and the third went straight down her throat. I pushed her head onto his exploding pulsating cock and he filled her mouth with cum. They just let themselves go. I'm glad Chris has it all on video, it will be quite something to watch later. There is so much to see.

Their orgasm slowly subsided and eventually his softening cock slipped from her mouth, followed by a mouthful of his cum that dripped onto her breasts, and Jane was there to massage it into her skin. George was panting hard like a dog. The smell of young cum was wonderful and intense. I slipped to my knees and I turned Karen's cum-soaked face to mine. I kissed her, tasting his cum.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” I asked.

“Oh yes, Mickey, I’m so fucking ready. Fuck me hard and deep like you did that first time. Please, Mickey. I want a hard fucking, Mickey."

"Let's show George how it's done," I said.

"Fucking right," she said. "He has so much to learn."

"Haven’t you cum yet, Mickey?”

“I've been saving it up for you babe, like old times.”

TO BE CONTINUED.