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End of the Ritual, Death and Forgiveness.

"Give us a private showing. You're among friends. We won't tell anyone."

"Yeah, come on Philip," said Bibi. "Let's have a look at it."


"Be a sport," said Alex.

And then for some unearthly reason, I blurted out: "If you show us, Phil... I'll..."

"You'll what, brother?"

And as if I had been forced into a corner and had to think of something quick, I said: "I'll go down on you... give you a blow-job!" I felt myself go red, and that did show on my fair skin. I took another swig from the can. What the hell did I say that for? I was really out of my head by now.

"Yes, that'd be good," said Alex.

"Hilarious," said Bibi, "and positively hot."

"Yes, come on Phil, show us your monster truncheon thing and then Kev here will give you a lovely blow job. What a good idea, Kevin."

"Hey!" I protested. "I didn't really mean it when I said..."

The two girls chanted in unison: "Chicken, bwaak, bwaak, chicken, chicken... bwaak, bwaak, bwaak," and giving me the old pouty pseudo-miserable look.

"But he's a guy," protested Phil.

"Well there's nothing wrong with his eyesight, Bibi," said Alex, laughing again. "Go on Phil... Kev... be a couple of sports. No one else but us four need know. We all trust each other, don't we? I'd love to see two blokes at it. It would really turn me on."

"Me too," said Bibi. "It's one of my most favourite fantasies - guy-on-guy action. It's so horny. Come on you two, get it on. Guys are always on about girls doing it together, so let's have some parity."

"Looks like we're in this thing together, brother Kevin," said Phil, and began slowly, and seductively unbuckling his pants. My heart was beating faster.

"I think they're just pulling our legs, Phil."

"Oh no we're not!" came the unisonic reply. I'd really landed myself in it now. I couldn't back out and lose face. A deal was a deal.

The two girls sat on the edge of their seats, egging him on, slow hand-clapping as he pulled his grey flannel pants with the knife-like crease down (Phil was always immaculate, even when dressed in casuals) followed by his freshly-laundered white underpants. Phil was a very clean and smart guy, quite different to the average student. What a magnificent sight greeted us. His prick sprang out and up like a jack-in-the-box, a thick purple-black rubber cosh looking mean and ready for action. Oh my fucking gosh... what a superb specimen of mouth-watering black man-meat. The girls were drooling; I was humbled. I hoped they wouldn't ask to see mine. It would be like comparing a canoe to a nuclear submarine.

"Shall we have Phil standing and Kev on his knees?"

"What, all subservient like?"

"Yes, kind of master and servant."

"Ooh, kinky."

In the end we decided that Phil should lie on the floor with me kneeling between his legs and the girls, one either side of him to ensure fair play, and to keep us at it if enthusiasm flagged. Alex put a cushion under his head and made him comfortable.

"That is one hell of a cock," said Bibi.

I knelt in awe before his great ebony column, watching it beat time with his pulse. His great balls rested between the 'V' of his muscular ebony thighs, the ball-sac tightening with desire, twitching with the rhythmic 'bob' of his cock.

One of the girls giggled. "Go on then, don't keep us all in suspenders."

"All right..." I said. "patience, girls. But please, big fella, let me know when you're about to cum, man... so as I can get clear. I reckon this baby'll blow like Mount Etna judging by the look of it."

"We'll monitor the situation," said Alex. "Don't worry, we'll let you know when."

I mentally steeled myself, grasping the great cock firmly as one might grasp the nettle, as if by being firm and positive it would not turn its head and spit at or bite me, or make me feel nauseated.

It made Philip jump. "Easy, man," I'm quite sensitive there."

"Sorry," I said and relaxed my grip.

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