Finished by Hand by William Anthony Read Free Book Online Page A

on the HMS Himafore .
    I approached the bed of boys on quivering limbs, mounted it, straddled my weakened knees in between William’s legs on one side and Thomas’s on the other. Then I relieved the pressure, somewhat, of William’s hands on his buttocks with my hands, bent my creaking neck and blood-thundered head down and kissed the lad’s delectable starfish. He shivered and whimpered. I sent my tongue in after my lips, rimming his adorable bumhole, squirming my wet appendage inside his anus, exploring the young man’s ass-tunnel with writhing excitement. He responded with rapid shaking and breathing, his fingers flaming beneath mine on his quivering rump-rounds.
    I lifted my head and licked my lips, ogling the young man’s rosebud, which I’d made glisten. Then I thrust down my head and stuck out my tongue a second time, targeting Thomas’s pink manhole this time. I painted the outer pucker and inner tunnel with my tongue, delighting in the taste and tremble of this boy. He pushed his bum back, burying my eager, flaming face between his hot, wholesome cheeks. I burrowed as deep into his sexual depths as I could with my licker, worming it around in his rectum to his obvious pleasure and mine.
    Everett and George were next, anxiously awaiting my most intimate kiss. I tongued Everett’s asshole, making him spasm with joy, his pucker wink round my pink probe. Then I gripped his hands on his cheeks still harder and licked up and down his bum crack, lapping the soft, sensitive cleft between his buttocks, bathing the zone with my tongue over and over again. Until his impudent young globes shivered spasmodically in my damp clutches, his downy butt valley gleaming with my ardour. I tongued all along one final time, deep and dragging and achingly true, from the base of his fuzzy balls to the tip of his cute little tailbone; and then, at last, moved over to George.
    The boy tensed when I tickled his opening with the tip of my tongue, then bucked up into my glowing visage when I buried my oral appendage right into his bottom. I stuffed his rectum with warm, wet tongue like I had Thomas’s. Only now, I quickly, tantalizingly withdrew it, stuck it back in, pumping the boy’s bum with my slippery sticker.
    My mouth-organ was formed into a hard, pink spear that stabbed into George’s spread asshole, struck deep, reeled back up. I fucked the young man with my tongue like one would with his cock. He squealed and thrust back, to the rhythm of my thrusting down. I must’ve delved into pink delight three inches or more, repeatedly, plugging willing young bum with a wicked pleasure I was only too happy to mete out.
    â€˜There’s lubricant on the nightstand, sir,’ William informed me. ‘Bertrand’s own concoction.’
    I furled my tongue out of George’s gaping, wet anus and smacked my lips. My friend, Bertrand, was a sexual aid inventor of some note, as well as an accomplished all-male smut purveyor. I reached over and grabbed up the indicated jar, uncapped it, dipped two fingers into the gelatinous substance inside. It smelled of something, was as slippery as the devil himself. I coated my erection in the goop, stroking strong and thoroughly, my orbs full of the waiting young asses and unblinking, shining pinkeyes.
    George was the first to feel the full impact of my manly lust, as I went up the row of buttocks in reverse now. I plunged my gleaming hood into his bumhole, burst through his deliciously resisting ring, shot glistening shaft into his chute with a hearty, heady outpouring of my hips. I half-draped over top of the flaxen-haired boy, pressing my thighs into the trembling hills of his buttocks, spraddling my hands out on either side of his curved back, filling his anus with my immensely engorged cock.
    I wallowed in the wonderful sensations of stuffing a man’s ass full of meat – a young man’s hot, gripping ass. Then I pumped, bouncing the bed