
PORN STARS

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 3

He was late as usual.  Fucking London Transport had problems as usual.  And the consequence of all of this was that we had to run half the way from the tube at the other end to the address we'd been given - we remembered what they'd said, about being late.

We're both young and very fit, but Alex and I were both breathing heavily when we went through the door of the anonymous shed-like building in West London.

The same secretary woman as we'd seen in Soho was sitting there, and she told us to take a seat.  There were a couple of those 'reception' sofas in the area, and the other one was already occupied by two guys, so Alex and I went and sat on the other, facing them.

These were big guys - really big.  They were almost squashed together on the sofa.  When I say big, I don't mean fat - no, far from it: they were all muscle.  I guess they must have been 6'2" or even 6'4", and they were both proportionately broad.  I thought they must be in their thirties.

One of them was conventionally handsome - short cropped black hair, blue eyes, smiling at us.  He looked totally relaxed and at ease.  He was wearing a pure white T-shirt, and pale blue jeans - those 'washed out' ones that aren't at all fashionable,  Alex and I were of course in our "baggies",  His thin jeans were stretched skin-tight because he was so obviously muscular - you could almost see the tendons in his legs.  And it was perfectly obvious that he "dressed on the left", as there was the clear outline of a huge cock that was being pressed tight to his thigh by the fabric.

The other guy was almost a freak, though.  He too had skin tight washed-out jeans on (and a huge cock, like the other one), but you could hardly look at this because his top half was so amazing.  He wore a tight white singlet, and his upper arms and shoulders that were exposed were completely covered in one of those  "tribal" tattoos.  His dark blond hair had almost been shaved off his head, it was so short.  But I just couldn't take my eyes off his most amazing feature - he had a big, stainless steel ring through the septum of his nose, hanging down so that it almost fell across his lips!   Yes, I know a lot of guys have rings these days, in their ears, but they're usually small and discrete.  This ring was big, and solid-looking, and through his nose.

I almost couldn't take my eyes off it, and I saw him starting to glare back at me as he noticed the attention both Alex and I were giving him.  I forced myself to look away, and then saw, through the thin white singlet, that he'd obviously got rings through his nipples, too.  I could clearly see the outline of really big nipples on his very prominent muscular chest, and each of these had the outline of a big ring through it.    

The singlet had pulled up, or had been pulled up, out of the front of his jeans, and as I watched his big hand reached under there and he slowly and languorously scratched at his belly, and he started to yawn.  I couldn't help noticing that there were ridges of muscle across his belly, and his pubic hair straggled up from the top of the very low-cut jeans, to disappear through his fingers towards his navel.

What were these guys doing here, I wondered.  Were they planning to make two films today?  It was kind of interesting that they'd chosen Alex and me as we were different in many ways - different hair, different bodies, but alike in many others - same sort of age, both with hard bodies, both well hung with uncut cocks.  It looked as if they'd done the same with those two guys - both were about the same age, both had extremely well developed hard, tough-looking bodies, and both were clearly well hung (assuming those were cocks stuffed in their jeans, and they had not padded them out!).  Yet they were different, too - the black-haired guy was, as I said, "handsome" - ruggedly so - and he sat there smiling. He was clearly fit, tough and muscled, yet all his body seemed to be well proportioned  The other guy was blond, but was obviously making some sort of statement:  he'd chosen to have the tattoos on display, by wearing a singlet rather than a normal T, and you couldn't, of course, fail to notice the big ring through his nose.  He was, if anything, too muscled - although not gross, like some of those body builders, he was much bulkier generally than the dark-haired guy.  

We all four sat there, none of us saying anything, when the door opened and the younger guy we'd seen in Soho came out.

"Right - Ray and Alex".  He came over, and shook our hands. 

"Good to see you again.  Not nervous are you, first time?"

"No way", Alex interjected, as was his way.  "Ready to get up and at 'em.  Or do I mean up and in 'em?"

"Right, lads, this way then."

We went along a couple of corridors, then through one of those heavy double "soundproof" doors into a big room.  It was very bright in there - these were lots of those big flood lights set close to the ceiling.  The floor was thickly carpeted with pale beige carpet.  The only things in the room were a huge bed, with a headboard made of stainless steel bars, against one wall, and a big black leather couch against the other wall.  I'd never seen such a big bed - much larger than "king size", and the other curious thing was that there were no bedclothes on it - just a tight white fitted sheet covering the mattress.  At the far side of the room the carpet changed to tiles, and there was a big "wet" area with a shower head over it, and a lavatory standing there, totally exposed. 

"OK, lads", the man told us.  "This is our special studio for first-timers!  We've had too many failures when guys who claimed to be hot studs totally failed to get it up the first time, and we wasted all the time and money on bringing in the whole crew and getting no usable material - there's not much point in filming soft cocks, after all, when we're supposed to be making hard porn.  It's usually because however much of a stud a bloke is, he's just not used to doing it when a whole lot of other men are watching him, holding a microphone near his face, poking the camera lenses in between his body and the one he's fucking to get those shots of his cock thrusting in and out, and so on."

"So we put together this room.  Although you can't easily see them, we have twelve video cameras in here, mounted behind panels in the walls and ceilings.  We simply tape everything that goes on using all 12 cameras, then cut and edit a film from that.  We don't have quite such intimate views, as the wall cameras can't get between a couple of fucking bodies, but it usually turns out all right - we normally manage to capture some shots of balls bouncing and asses thrusting from the cameras mounted lower down, as well as the usual general shots of sweaty bodies on the bed.  I'd advise you to simply forget that there are any cameras concealed at all, and just go about your business perfectly naturally.  We usually find that after the first couple of minutes most guys can, quite easily, especially when their normal lust takes over."

"Don't worry about the bed, either.  It's been specially made, as you can tell from its size, and we had it made strong enough so that four of you can throw each other around as much as you like, all at the same time, and it won't break or even wobble!  And there's a shower and a lavatory over there that you can build into the action if you want - you're all totally visible anywhere you are here on the set."

"Any questions, then?"

I could think of hundreds of things I wanted to know, but Alex leapt in as usual

"How long have we got, then?"

"There's no one else booked in here, so take as long as you like, or as long as you can bear!  We usually fins, especially with young first-time lads like you that there's a tendency to cum almost immediately - I suppose you can't contain yourselves!  Then you need to recover, and then get stuck in to a long session - it's long sessions, with lots of kissing and caressing and exploration of your partner's body that our customers like.  You fuck again, of course.  Then you can repeat the whole thing as many times as you like. We'll edit however long you take, from all 12 cameras, down to about an hour and a quarter anyway.  It all depends, of course, on how long your partners feel like it, really."

"Anything else?"

"No.", said Alex, without even asking me.  I'd thought it would be good to know what to do if we wanted a drink, or something to eat.  I thought that it was obvious what we would have to do if we needed the lavatory - I'm glad I would only need to piss in it even if we went on all day as I'd had a good crap that morning.  Pissing in front of others is bad enough - but if I had to crap.... Well, I don't know what I'd do.

"OK then.  Let me introduce your partners....".  He opened the door, and ushered in the two huge men that had been in reception.

"Alex and Ray, meet Steve and Joe."  He pointed us out as he was speaking, and the big tattooed guy was Joe and the handsome one Steve.  

"Alex and Ray haven't done this sort of thing before", he continued smoothly, "But Steve and Joe are very experienced and have starred in several of our very popular pieces.  They'll show you everything... And they'll probably teach you a few interesting things you didn't know...."

Alex butted in at that point  "No way!  We're here to do a straight porn film.  We're normal, straight lads - there's no way I'm going with a bloke - it's fucking disgusting!"

The man in charge just looked at Alex, and waited until he'd stopped, then said in a quiet but menacing voice "You lads kept on about women when my partner and I saw you earlier in the week, but did you hear us even once do so?  All we did was talk about four people making a high quality hard-core porn DVD.  You agreed to do it, and now we've got everything lined up - the technicians, the studio, and last, but not least Steve and Joe here, you're going to do it. Fucking it certainly will be, as you said, but not disgusting:   Steve and Joe have some of the best bodies you'll find in gay porn, and some of the biggest cocks.  Once you've got used to it, you won't find it 'disgusting' at all."

"No way!  We're out of here.  Come on, Ray...."

Alex moved towards the door, but at a nod from the guy in charge the big bloke, Joe, grabbed at him as he went past and wrapped his massive arm around Alex to hold him.  I froze - I suppose I should also have run for the door, but I couldn't move.  Alex started to try to kick at the giant who was holding him, and the man just laughed and hauled Alex off the floor, gripping him tight so that Alex started to have difficulties in breathing.   

"Right, you guys, I'll leave you to it - I don't want to spoil any of the shots, or the atmosphere", the guy in charge said, and went through the door, closing it behind him.  

Seeing some movement unfroze me, and I then decided to make a run for it - if I could get out, I could use my mobile to call for help.  I dashed towards the door, but when I got there found there was no handle!

"Yes, we're all in here together", the handsome guy, Steve, said, smiling at me.  "That door doesn't get opened by them until they've got enough good footage.  There's sometimes a problem with  first-timers like you, and we've found this is a good way of preventing you from doing a runner.  Once you've relaxed a bit, you'll stop worrying about it."

"Look, you can't do this to us.... "

"Yes, we can.  Do it TO you, and WITH you, and IN you....  Now, stop being a silly lad, and come over here and let me have a proper feel of you."

"No.  We never agreed to this... "

"Look,  .....Ray, isn't it?  You did agree to it.  You made an agreement to star in their latest porn film with two other actors.  As you heard the man say, there was nothing agreed about them being women!  Joe and I have done several of these, and we're experienced actors - not that you'll find that much acting is required, once we get started.  We usually find that normal male passions take over - well, they do for us, anyway, and we've never noticed any of the other guys lacking excitement, either."  

"Now", he continued, "Get over here."

As he said this he made a couple of steps towards me, and I could see that he easily had the strength and physique to totally overpower me, just as his mate had with Alex.  But still I stood there, as if rooted to the spot.  So he came closer, and the next moment, in one smooth gesture, he wrapped one of his big muscular arms around my waist, cupped his other hand behind my head, pulled me close to him and clamped his lips onto mine! 

I'd never had a man kiss me before - dad certainly didn't do that sort of thing, even when I was a little kid.  And even if he had, he wouldn't have done it like this.  I could feel the guy's tongue trying to force it's way into my mouth, but I resisted.   He broke away slightly, and said in a low, menacing voice "Open your mouth, you little fucker.  I want to kiss you properly."

He started to try to kiss me again, but still I resisted.  His hand that was around my  waist moved suddenly downwards, and I felt him starting to massage my cock and balls through the fabric of my jeans.  I gave a little yelp of surprise, and that was all he needed - his tongue forced itself between my lips, and was soon deeply in my mouth.  I could feel its hot wetness as he now pulled my head tightly close to his, and the sensation of his tongue sliding over mine and then probing around in my mouth was absolutely amazing.  I've kissed a lot of girls, of course, and it's usually hard to get them to snog properly, mouths open, the first time.  But this guy had forced himself on me, and now was really kissing me with such force, much more than I had ever dared to use on any of the girls.  And it felt rally different not to have to be making the running - it was him thrusting his tongue into me, trying to get right down my throat it seemed, not me trying to do it.

I found myself responding - my own tongue started to probe for his, and I desperately wanted to gently bite and nibble at his lips.  My arms wrapped themselves around him, and I found myself pulling my body close to his, trying to close all the gaps between us.  But most amazingly, and the thing I could never have forecast, my cock was rock hard, straining desperately to be released from my boxers and jeans - I knew it had swelled to its maximum, and I had exquisite feelings of pleasure flooding up from it as his big hand continued to cup and caress me.

It can't have lasted for more than thirty seconds or so, then he broke off and half pushed me away. 

"See - not bad, is it, to have a proper man take charge?  You're just like most of the lads I have first time - they all never think they want to go with a man, but once they've seen how physically exciting it can be, their bodies take over.  That's how it was for you, wasn't it - I felt you starting to respond enthusiastically to my kiss, and, if I'm not mistaken, your cock was showing signs of life....."

"Anyway.... We shall see, as the day goes on.  Now we're not giving the cameras much of a show - why don't we go over to the sofa, get naked, and carry on this initial exploration with a lot more tactile surfaces exposed?"

He put one of his big hands around my left bicep, and before I could say anything, he was leading me over towards the sofa.  I really didn't have the will to resist, somehow.

"Hey, Joe, are you going to stand there all day with that lad?", he called to his partner as we walked.  "Get him stripped, so we can have a good look at him."

We stopped, and without hesitating in any way, and with absolutely no sign of embarrassment, he pulled off his T in one smooth movement.  He was beautifully muscled, and his pecs were solid and firm.  He had big chocolate-coloured nipples, and a light thatch of dark black hair over his chest that trickled down in a wide "treasure trail" around his navel and across his firm, flat belly to disappear down into those absurdly tight jeans.  Still without stopping, he bent over and pulled off his trainers and socks. As he did, I saw his backbone standing out from his heavily muscled back, and his tight jeans stretched downwards to show the top of his arse crack - he had a little tuft of hair growing there, at the base of his spine.  Jesus Christ, a part of was saying, you're not supposed to notice things like this about men's bodies!

He straightened up, and, facing me, and locking his eyes on mine, he reached down and undid the buttons on his jeans, pushed his thumbs into the waistband, and casually pushed them down towards the floor.  He kicked at them and stepped forward, so he was now totally naked, with his amazing body totally exposed.  I couldn't help looking down, and my own cock gave a judder of excitement as I saw his magnificent member for the first time - as the fabric of the jeans had slipped over it, it had sprung out and was rock hard, the tip reaching upwards towards his belly.  He was circumcised, so I could see the amazing thick flange running around the head, and it was obvious that his cock was on the same big scale as the rest of him.  Even his balls seemed to be large - they were carried low, and his sac was swaying gently, showing that they must be heavy and very free hanging.

"Come on, Ray, lad, your turn now!" He was still looking directly at me, and still smiling.

I hesitated.  I didn't want to strip in front of another man anyway, and now I could see this truly magnificent body in front of me, I was even more reluctant - there was just no way that I would look as good as that.  I know I'm considered to have a strong, muscular athlete's body, but at 16 I just haven't got the muscular development to compare with him - I've got good biceps, firm pecs, a flat belly, and a muscular neck, but they just have not filled out completely, yet.  

He saw me doing nothing, wavering, and stepped towards me.  Both hands gripped my T and he started to pull it out of my jeans, then onwards and upwards.  

"Arms above your head", he called out, and he just pulled my T up over my head and dropped it to the floor.  Suddenly we were kissing again - he'd just pulled me close, and started to probe me with his tongue.  But now it was totally different - his hot body was pressed against my naked chest, and one of his hands was playing with my right nipple - I'd never experienced anything like this before, and I started to squirm with the excitement and the pain it was causing .  As I did this, I got another sensation - I realised his rock-hard cock was pressing into me, and I could feel it even through my jeans.   I was so confused, that I don't know which sensation was the most amazing:  the feel of his hairy upper body against mine, his tongue probing my mouth, his finger and thumb tweaking my nipple, or his cock thrusting at me and stabbing into my crotch.

"You can do the rest yourself", he went on cheerily after he had pushed me away a little.  "Come on - off with those jeans and let's have a proper feel of you.  You're going to have to be naked, you know, so you may as well get used to the idea and strip willingly for me."

Starting to blush with embarrassment I bent down and took off my trainers and socks, then unbuckled my belt and pushed my jeans down.  The front of my cotton boxers was tented out with my erect cock, and my feeling of embarrassment, and the deep red colour I was going, both deepened as he looked at me.

"Right, Ray - a couple of tips if you're going to do more of this work.  First, never wear a belt with a big buckle like you have - when we pressed close a moment ago, it was uncomfortable for me and I might have got spiked on the pin.  And secondly, real men don't wear boxers under jeans - they're OK if you've got a suit on and don't want the drips of piss, those little unfortunate brown stains we all sometimes get at the back, and the odd spurt of pre-cum, to stain fancy clothes.  But with jeans, it's not necessary - you can always drop them into the wash every couple of days after all.  The audience wants to see your body exposed as the jeans slide to the ground, and having those boxers spoils it.  Now, let's lose them, shall we?"

With my eyes still looking  into his, I did as he said - put my thumbs under the elastic of the waistband, and slid them down over my hips.  I got a little thrill of sensation as the elastic cleared the tip of my erect cock, and, of course, once it was free it bounced upwards.

I was half expecting him to come over and kiss me again, but instead he sat back on the big leather sofa, his legs half apart so that his balls could hang down comfortably and his cock reach upwards.  One arm was along the back of the sofa, and the other on its arm.  He was totally relaxed, totally  open and exposed, and I could only marvel at the way at which he could react so normally when he was naked and erect with other guys there, two of whom he'd never met before.

"Over here, Ray....", he said quietly.  "Come and sit down."

I moved over, and went to sit next to him.

"No, not there.  Come and sit on my lap."

I felt shocked.  I hadn't sat on anyone's lap since I was a kid!  Of course I'd had some of the girls I'd been with sitting across me, and now I was being told to do that with this guy.  I hesitated.

"Come on, Ray, come and sit down.  If you don't, I'll have to take you onto my lap in a different way - face down, across it, with that bum of yours sticking up so I can give it a good spanking.  Now you don't want that, do you, so come and just sit.... I'm sure you've had girls sitting on you, haven't you?  Well, just come here, and get comfortable!"

I didn't know whether to take him seriously about the spanking, or not.  But I'd seen enough pictures on the Internet to know that a favourite subject was men spanking lads like me.  I decided not to risk it - this movie they were making was bad enough as it was, without having it turn into one of those degrading spanking pieces.  So I stood in front of him, and gently lowered myself to sit on him - my thighs across his, and my chest against his.

I'd done this before, as I said, but with girls on top of me, and, of course, we had our clothes on.  The feeling of his naked skin against my naked skin almost overwhelmed me - the back of my thighs, my whole upper body.... It was amazing.  He mover his arm that had been along the arm of the sofa so that it now curled around, and his hot hand rested across my abdomen, to hold me steady.

"Put your arm around my shoulder", he said, and his voice had now dropped almost to a whisper.

I could feel his cock thrusting up at my naked arse and thighs, and he shuffled a bit to get more comfortable.  His heat spread to the inside of my thighs, and I realised that his erection was now showing up between them, forcing my own cock up even higher as his cock head stabbed at the top of my ball sac.

Once we seemed to be comfortable, his head bent down slightly and he started to kiss me again.  I instinctively pulled his head closer to mine with my hand, and as our tongues twirled and jerked together, something totally different happened - his arm that had been across the top of the sofa went down, and he took my hard cock in his big hand.

I couldn't help it - I shuddered in pleasure at the totally unexpected sensation.  Of course I'd held my own hard cock thousands of times, but I'd never had another man grip me as he was now doing.  I couldn't see, as his mouth was locked against mine and, as you do, I'd closed my eyes as his insistent kissing went on.  But I could feel what he was doing - first gently stroking my cock all along the shaft, then teasing my foreskin up and down to lubricate me.  His hand was firm, and hot - your own, I suppose, always feels slightly cool.  I was so excited by this attention to my cock that I knew I must be leaking gallons of pre-cum.  

He must have peeled my foreskin totally back, as I was soon thrashing around on his lap - I just couldn't control myself as he raked something - a thumb nail? - across my exposed cock head and teased my piss slit.  Guys who are circumcised just don't realise how sensitive a cock head can be - when it's shielded most of the time and never gets to rub against your boxers or anything, it's especially sensitive when it is exposed. As I squirmed around, my thighs went together and I half realised that I must be jerking him off!

It went on and on, and I though I was going to cum, but it stopped just as I was about to go over the precipice.  Although we were still kissing, I opened my eyes, and saw that his were open, too - those deep blue eyes were staring into mine, and I got the impression that they'd been open all the time.

"So, Ray, in spite of claiming not to have had any experience of men, and even of not wanting to try, you don't seem to be doing so badly.  It looked to me as if you were enjoying it... And your body was sending all the right signals...."

I was going to say something, but he put a finger across my lips.  It was the hand that had been stroking my cock, and as he touched me I felt that his finger was all slimy.  The smell of cum wafted into my nose, it was so close.  So I had been leaking pre-cum, as I thought....

"Anyway, we don't want you too excited - yet - we want to save your first load of cum for a proper scene.  So let's just sit here and watch Joe and your mate - poor Joe's getting rather frustrated at having to wait..."

All this time Joe had been gripping Alex and holding him close to his massive body.  Alex had given up struggling and kicking, and was now just standing there looking at Steve and me.  I could tell from the look on his face that he was appalled at the way that I'd been reacting.

The big man, hearing what Steve said, started to grin and let Alex go.  Stupidly, I thought, Alex half turned and aimed a flying kick at Joe's crotch.  I barely saw what happened, it was so fast.  The big man stepped aside so lightly, easily avoiding Alex's foot, then as Alex, off balance, went past him, he pulled his arm back and struck Alex with his open palm across his face.

The sound of the slap ricoched around the room, and Alex fell to the floor.  Joe stood astride him, and bent over to grab Alex's shoulders in his massive hands.  As he did, his straining jeans slipped  half down his muscular arse, and I saw the widest example of "builders' bum" I've ever seen. I don't know what Joe had intended to do next, but Alex was still being stupid - he tried to kick upwards into Joe's crotch again, and lashed out with his other foot at Joe's ankle.

Joe moved so amazingly fast for such a big man - he avoided both kicks, changed his grip so that he had the front of Alex's T bunched into his fist, and hauled Alex half ay to his feet.  There were two more fantastically loud slapping noises, as Joe's open palm hit Alex on each side of his face.    He continued to hold Alex half in the air by his bunched up T, and I think it must have been the shock of the blows that caused Alex just to hang there, motionless.  I'm sure Joe hadn't hit Alex hard enough to do damage - although he clearly could have done so if he wished, given his power and strength - these were not blows so much as slaps: the sort you sometimes see parents giving young kids, but much harder.

"You little fucker!", Joe was shouting.  "You need to be taught some manners!  If you try to kick me in the balls again, I'll tear yours off - no, you'll wish I tore yours off, as you'll be in so much pain from where I've hit them that you'd be glad to get rid of them.  Understand?"

"Leave me alone!", Alex was shouting.  "Fucking leave me alone...."

There was another loud slap, and Joe was saying - not shouting any more - just grimly determinedly,  saying in a loud voice 

"I said you needed a few manners, and you're demonstrating that every time you do anything.  You think you're so tough, don't you - but it isn't going to work.  I'm bigger, tougher, rougher and stronger than you are, and I've been in more fights than you've had hot dinners. So I'd advise you to calm down, and not start anything....  Your mate over there seems to be enjoying himself with Steve, so why don't you learn from him?"

He was bending right over Alex as he was saying this, and he suddenly shot upright - Alex had got a big mouthful of spit, and had spat it up right into Joe's face.   I tensed with alarm, as I was certain that Alex was going to get a real beating now - no one likes being spat at, after all.  What was I going to do to stop it?

But everything went very quiet.  Joe reached down again and picked Alex up by the bunched T - he'd let go in surprise, as Alex spat at him.  I saw his knees move together, and I felt he must be crushing Alex's ribs as the big muscular thighs tensed and forced his legs into Alex's side, to hold him immobile.

"So, you're into gobbing, are you?", he asked menacingly.  "It's not many blokes like that."

Joe's other hand had gripped Alex's chin, and I saw him pressing his thumb and fingers into the sides of Alex's jawbone, forcing his mouth open.  Alex's legs were thrashing wildly, but the grip of Joe's hands and knees were keeping his head and upper body totally still.  

Joe bent over further, exposing even more of his arse.  Everything seemed to stop for a few seconds, then Joe let drop a big blob of his own spit so that it fell into Alex's open mouth.  Alex's thrashing around got more desperate and he was trying to shout and scream, but he was held totally immobile and unable to do anything.  Three more big blobs of spit fell slowly, almost defying gravity, from Joe's mouth down into Alex.

"There's a good lad!", Joe finally said.  "Let that be your first lesson.  I give back better than I get.  So don't start anything you don't want to finish, OK?"

He let go of Alex's head, and Alex tried to spit out Joe's fluid.  He went to say something, but Joe cut across him... "Careful.....", he said.  "Remember what I said about manners!".

Before Alex could actually say anything,  Joe let go of Alex's T and opened his knees slightly, so that Alex crashed back to the floor.

"Now, get up", Joe went on.  "Steve has your mate nicely naked over there, and I want to play with you.  So get your fucking clothes off."

Joe bend down again and took off his own trainers and socks.  He undid the buttons on his jeans, and pushed them to the floor in one fluid motion.  Like Steve, he wore no underwear, and like Steve he was cut, and was sporting a big, hard erection.  I thought that Steve's cock was the biggest I'd ever seen, but, if anything, Joe's was even bigger.  Standing there in just his singlet, his massive body adorned with tattoos and with his nose ring swinging wildly, he looked truly terrifying.

"Did you hear me, boy?", he snapped at Alex.  "I told you to get naked.  There are three guys in here all bare-assed already - what's keeping you?"

Alex just lay there, and Joe obviously lost patience.  He bent down and literally jerked Alex to his feet.  As Alex struggled feebly, it was as if Joe was tearing the clothes off him - Alex's T was roughly pulled over his head, and Joe almost tore the buttons off his jeans, so eager was he to get them open.  Both jeans and boxers were pushed down together, so that Alex's cock and arse were bare, and then Joe swept one of his big bare legs behind Alex,  so that Alex fell backwards to the floor.  Joe leaned over and pulled off Alex's trainers and socks, got hold of the ends of the legs of Alex's jeans, and pulled them roughly down over his feet.  Alex just lay there on the floor, totally naked, looking in amazement at how he'd been forcibly stripped with such complete ease.

"Don't worry", Steve said to me in a low voice.  "Joe looks fierce, and he is tough, when he needs to be - I've seen him beat a guy to pulp before now.  But he's a gentle giant, really - he's only playing with your mate, and Alex'll be OK.... Providing, that is, he doesn't try anything else stupid.  If Joe gets tipped over the edge, there's no stopping him."


End Of Part 3

