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I believe an intro is required, I was taught so by my former parents before they died in a car accident near Madrid, where I now reside in this low class orphanage for Catholic boys. I am now eighteen and very interested in the pleasures one can get from other boys my age or older. Since we have little or no access to porno of any sort, perhaps the occassional magazine or snugged DVD. Days are passed mostly reading or studying, and late hours partying in a lavatory filled with half naked boys.

I consider myself to be fairly attractive, reaching almost 6' with shoulder length auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail , fair skin and freckles . My physique is rather athletic, since I have been in the swimming team for a while now. I also enjoy other sports as well as yoga. The showers are also a good place to find some delights, amidst the steam and the hot water washing down on muscular toned bodies and perfectly sculpted cocks that seem to have emerged from one of DaVinci's works.

We often receive lessons , three to four hours a day and then a satisfying meal . Since conditions are not the best , we get to also share a bed with other boys...I share mine with a French guy by the name of Michel . To describe his body and his member would take a lot of time and words, as well as self control as to not allow oneself to orgasm too quick. He is the perfect mixture between athletic and sensual , his charming smile and deep erotic voice would make anyone tremble. I know it makes me tremble often...specially when I am in his arms, since we are excellent mates and share everything, and I mean EVERYTHING.

We first started our intimacies when I arrived in a dirty taxi to the orphanage , bringing the scent of the mediterranean along with extremely elegant looking clothes. I spotted Michel at once, he was looking at me with scorn and perhaps malice. I heed no attention, until that night when he came to my room accompanied by other boys.

"Ah, le petit garcon has come to stay because mommy and daddy died" he spoke with a perfectly disdainful tone in his voice. His smile was lustful and his eyes gleamed with desire, he wanted to ravage me and immediately sent his boys to straddle me and tie my hands as well as put tape over my mouth. He removed my trousers slowly, admiring my perfectly shaped buttocks still covered by my tight underwear . He laughed and unzipped his trousers, letting it all fall down, revealing a good looking 10" bulging cock with perfectly shaped balls . I could not help but stare as he took his fingers and penetrated my yearning wet anus making me yelp in agonizing pleasure , he moved his fingers in and out repeatedly.

"want me to enter you, little bitch, hmm?" he asked and I nodded, I truly did want him to fill me. And so he did ,no rubber. With one single thrust of his powerful gear he was tearing me up (so to speak) . His head expanded like a mushroom inside me, rubbing against my prostate and making my muffled screams go along with his moaning. As he did so , his other friends jerked off each other and kissed passionately. This was a sight I would never forget.

Before he finished, he turned me around and lifted me up to face me, he continued to impale me as his groans became louder and sweat was rushing down his chest and mine. I did love his expression as he orgasmed with an unbelievable amount of sperm , shot after shot he came inside me. The creamy , salty liquid streaming out of my hole felt very, very good. "Ah, you are magnifique..my name is Michel, and I will be glad to continue tearing your man-cunt" . He kissed me and slept with me in my bed.

This was several months ago, and until now we still fuck often, not just him and I...but up to six people at once. During the cold winter months we exchange our servings of pudding for human heat, since we lack the required amount due to the conditions. We often stay inside, reading or playing cards. The owner of the orphanage is a Spanish man in his mid thirties , he likes us to call him Al( short for Alberto) and damn he's sexy. Though we rarely see him, he is glad to share his stories around the hearth , as we drink some hot chocolate . I have spotted him staring at me whenever I pass him, his deep green eyes make me smile and blush a bit...

I received a letter from Al last night asking me to go to his office, they say not many go there. It's the oldest part of the building , and also the most ill-kept. But as I entered the room I found that his office looked very well furnished and decorated. He greeted me with a smile, his dark brown hair was combed stylishly and he was wearing an elegant pink shirt, complimenting his tanned skin.

"Please, Ronald...make yourself at home" he gestured towards a chair near a coffee table where he had settled some hot tea . It made me feel at ease, he then brought some pictures and showed them to me. They were of me as a small boy , with my parents ...tears rushed down my cheeks and Al kissed licked them with his very long tongue. I started to feel my trousers get tighter and tighter , and he felt the bloodrush . He kissed me with those soft lips of his and grabbed the back of my head as he undid his shirt showing me a beautiful body, hairy nonetheless but still arousing . He did the same with me and on the rug he placed me. The air was crispy and a bit chilly but I did not care. Al carefully removed the rest of my clothes and smiled, kissing every inch of me, nibbling on my neck and my nipples, grabbing my buttocks as he began to stroke my fully erect member. It felt heavenly to have a man older than I touch me in such a way, he whispered soft words in my ear as he then began to lick my hole, it responded immediately to the warmth of his breath, to the touch of his moist tongue. I moaned loudly and let out a sigh.

He treated my anus like a cherry, savouring it like a dessert and then plunging into my depths with his fingers, jerking me off with his other hand and licking each ball , dousing it with warm and rich saliva. Outside I could see the snow falling, inside I could feel the passion rising... I grabbed the rug with my hands to contain myself from ejaculating too soon, Al had just started sucking me off with such devotion, going up and down my shaft like some exotic lollipop and then my glans...the pressure building!

"Al...please fuck me" I almost ran out of breath as I saw him put a condom over his 10 incher and slowly tease my hole. I backed up until I felt his hardness inside me. To say we tried every possible possition...following the " Roses are red, violets are fine, I'll be the six, you'll be the nine" very well . We also did it against the wall, on the table . I was often the one on top, being plumbered by his tool . Steam was coming from our bodies , and our kisses were now wet and salty...the pleasure. We went at it until he asked me to enter his man hole. It felt too good for words, it was tight and warm ... and he moaned loudly . He spread his legs and held on to my neck as we rocked the floor with our thrusts... a soft Concerto played in the background , and as it peaked I removed my rubber to fill his mouth with my cum. Then he did the same ...over and over again.

To say the least, Al calls me every two days for "counseling" , along with other boys. But in between we have fun in the lavatories, jerk-off contests are usual, circle jerks together with the use of ropes and leather belts ..and don't forget the dildoes we get to sneak in thanks to Al, who watches with great satisfaction as he records hot 18-20 year olds engaging in hours of mind blowing sex as we expand our artistic knowledge...for it is proven the pleasures between men reach to the depths of inspiration. I know they reach my depths more than enough. But beyond the bathroom stalls and Al's office , there is also the gymnasium. There we have the sweaty ones thirsty for some man wine. their humid jocks and bulging cocks beg to be sucked, and since their arses are moist penetration without lubrication is easy. Orgies are common there, and two cocks at a time enter one single gaping and hungry hole. Plus the loads upon loads of cum, you can let your imagination go wild and your members go rigid as you think about how much a bunch of lustful men can do without clothes and with perfectly fit bodies.

I think I will leave the rest for later..be well, right now it's kinda tough to write in constant motion and trying to lick a big bone(if you know what I mean) so...cheerio .

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