When will it all end? by Jayokegbe

When will it all end? by Jayokegbe

Discover the thrilling conclusion to this adult sex story, "When will it all end?" Find out what fate awaits the characters in this gripping tale by Jayokegbe.<br/>

Jay was sent to collect some fire wood but it was more than just the wood that was going to be hard.

Just as we heard moms key going into the front door, Mr Byrne filled my ass with cum.

I panicked a little as I tried to put my shorts back on. Mr Byrne was fully dressed in a few seconds, but we couldn’t get out of the room in time before mom would catch us.

“Where are you Jay?” mom called out

“In my room mom, I will be down in a jiffy” I hollered back.

Within a second she was standing in the doorway. “What have we here? Is this a union meeting?” She asked sarcastically.

“Oh Mr Byrne, I didn’t know you were here, how are you?”

“I am good Mrs Okegbe, I was just dropping Jay home, he didn’t feel well today plus I owed him a few bob for doing my garden”

“Don’t let that little pup do you out of money Mr Byrne and if he gives you cheek you have my permission to give him a clip around the ear”

“Na na Mrs Okegbe, he is a good kid, pity there are not more like him, he is a credit to you, I will let myself out. Goodbye Jay and thanks and goodbye Mrs Okegbe, have a good day”

As the door slammed shut mom was busy telling me to get up as she had work for me to do.

“Get up, need you to go to the allotment and collect logs and don’t embarrass us with them Byrnes, his wife and I go back a long way”.

“Embarrass us? Jesus if she only knew?” I said under my breath

“Ah Jesus ma, OK I will go in ten minutes I have to go to the toilet”

My Byrne had done a good job on my ass and I needed to rub some cream and water in my ass to cool down.

I also needed a wank, as he hadn’t made me cum again, but mom was busy banging on the door so I couldn’t have a wank in peace.

It was getting to the stage were having a wank about Ms White was becoming impossible.

I was just leaving my place, to head to the local allotment to collect fire wood for the house. The winter was drawing close and mom needed me to stock up on fire wood from the allotment.

She tied a saw to the frame of my bicycle and attached a pulling trolley to the back of my bike so I could put all the fire wood into the trolley. The saw was so I could cut the wood into pieces so they would fit in the trolley.

My bike was old, I bought it second hand, like everything I had, including my clothes. I bought it from the local bike store in the village with my confirmation money, plus the money I got from delivering the milk most mornings before school.

It was a cool bike and I washed and oiled it every week. It was my pride and joy, the only thing I did more than ridding my bike was to wank my cock thinking of riding Ms White, but then I didn’t know it was called riding until I was a little older than I was then.

I managed to get all the wood the trolley could take into in. Then I sat down and drank what was left of my water and suddenly I had a quick flash back to a time in the past when some stranger had tried to rape me in the woods, I struggled that time and I got away, but looking back now and after experiencing being raped by Mr Byrne, I was starting to regret that I got away.

I sat there wondering what it would have been like if I had let that man just stick his cock in my mouth and then ram his cock up my ass.

I wondered what it would be like to be tied naked to that tree and just left there for different men to abuse and enjoy me.

Or if that stranger had brought a friend with him, and both of them spit roasted me in the grass. I wondered how good I would be now at fucking and sucking if I had let him or the man and a friend, fuck my mouth and my ass at the same time?

I could let him cum in my mouth and his friend too, I am really regretting not letting him rape me, lord knows where I would be now.

I stood up and yawned and stretched, my cock growing from my sex thoughts. I better be heading home. The roads were busier at this time because people were heading home from work.

I joined the traffic, confident that I would reach home without too much hassle, but as I cycled all I could think of was being on my knees and sucking the strangers cock and his friends cock too.

“What if there had been three of them? Jesus that would have been a mega experience. I could have sucked all three cocks, then one could fuck me, I could suck one and pull the third one. They would all have turns fucking me, their different fucking styles and they different sized cocks, they could just pass me around, Imagine swallowing all that juicy cum” I said to myself as I made my way home, and if I played my cards right, I would charge them all.

My thoughts were on cock, cock and more cock and not on the traffic.

I was about five minutes from home and cycling like a mad man. I wanted to get home and have a wank, but then out of nowhere a car hit me off my bike and I went over the handlebars of my bike and I landed badly on the road.

The guy driving the car stopped and jumped out of his car and ran to me, he was panicking and white with fear. He was a dark young guy with a strange accent.

“Are you OK? Sorry I didn’t see you there” he said in a very panicked strange voice.

“I took that as a given, I doubt you knocked me from my bike on purpose” I said back to him.

I was always a quick thinker and always had something cheeky to say.

I tried to stand but my leg was bad, I dropped back down to the ground again.

“FUCK” he said as he looked at me

He told me to wait while he grabbed my bike and wood from the road,he then opened the boot of his car and put everything in his boot.

“My mom is going to kill me” I said. It was funny back then, it was always the first thing we said when something happened.

It was never “I want my mom, or I wish my mom was here”, no it was always “My mom is going to kill me” as if it was ever my fault.

I turned to him and said “If I have to go to hospital my mom is going to really kill me”

He looked at me “It’s OK, I am actually a trainee doctor and this is my specialty area, so let me bring you into the house and see what I can do to fix your leg up”

He drove his car into the driveway and then he came back to pick me from the ground and carried me to his house.

When we got into the house, there were other guys like him in the house and they all just stood and stared at me, none offered to help us.

There was no place to bring me downstairs, so he asked if I could manage the stairs if he took my weight on one side, so, with his help I hoped up the stairs to his room.

I sat on the edge of the bed and he told me to lay down. He was about to start cutting the leg of my jeans when I said

“NO, DON’T CUT MY JEANS ME MA WILL KILL ME, I will remove them and you can check my leg” I said in terror.

I opened my button and zip and he pulled my jeans down and removed them completely from my body, he was so fixated by my damaged swollen ankle that he didn’t notice that I was now naked from the waist down.

His hot soft hands checking my lower leg, was making my cock swell

“is it sore here?”

“Is it sore when I do this?”

“Is it sore when I press here?”

“On a scale of one to ten, how sore is this?”

He never looked up at me , he just waiting for me to answer each question.

The answers were yes, yes, yes and fuck, yes. It wasn’t until the last answer that he looked up at me and and said “Thank God, it is not a break, it is just torn and sprained” He got some relief from that.

“Well at least one of us did” I said to myself.

“Is my bike broken?”

“Don’t worry boy, I will buy you a new one”

“OK cool, cheers thanks” I said starting to feel happier.

“I will put a bandage on your leg, but it will need to be changed once a week and maybe I will call to your house and do it or you can come here, which ever you prefer”

He started to massage my leg and it was at this point he noticed that his soft hands on my leg were making me hard and my cock was swelling?

“Do you like men?” He asked

“Sometimes” I answered

“Well, it’s obvious that you like me” he said as his hand moved from my leg to my cock.

He stayed there pulling my cock and I began to moan from the pleasure of his soft hands pulling my cock.

He had a firm strong grip and I could tell my cock was not the first that he pulled.

“How old are you?” He asked

“What does it matter, I am not going to tell anyone, you are not my first. I usually get played with by people who give me money” I said to him.

“Wow” he said as he pulled me harder. He didn’t mention the money, he just thought that it was a turn on to have a young willing boy on his bed.

“So let me get this right, if I pay you I can do what I want to you, is that correct?” Then he went down to put my cock in his mouth and his beautiful mouth worked my cock like a professional gay boy.

“Fuuccccckkk……….Yes you can do as you please to me and make me so things to you too”

“But, I could just rape you and do what I want to do to you and no one would know.” He said testing me.

“Yes, but then I would go to the police and then they would check out all the damage which has been to me over the last week and you would be in trouble, not to mention if my da and my brother’s found out about what you did to me and I would tell them more than what you actually did”

He didn’t know that I didn’t have a da or brothers but I planted the seed.

He took my cock from his mouth and ran his tongue up and down the shaft of my cock, I was just dying to cum but just like All the others he let me down.

He looked at his watch and said to me that he needed to pray.

“Pray?” I said confused, “What the fuck are you going to pray for?” I asked. My cock was bulging and my balls were full of cum

“I am a Muslim and I have to pray, I must go for a little while to pray”

“I am horny as fuck, you are teasing me, what is a Muslim?”

“You are probably a Catholic and you pray in church, I am a Muslim and I have to pray through the day, I will be back then we will have some fun and I will pay you and buy you a new bike, no problems”

He excused himself and went into a bathroom in his room. He closed the door and all I could hear was the tap running as I lay on his bed semi naked with my cock in my hand.