"I think a wee bit of lubrication will be needed first before that's going to spread wide enough for my cock," announced Jim, the man grinning madly, having a ball of a time. As was Scott who was now grinning back at him having appreciated how his boyfriend was managing the situation.

'Lubrication,' thought Bennie, who couldn't see any of this. That sounded like an excellent plan. 'The more the merrier!' he wanted to shout out, but of course he didn't dare. He expected Jim to move away and fetch something for the job - oil perhaps as they were in the kitchen, but the youngster was taken totally by surprise when instead Jim crouched down and spread the cub's cheeks apart then ran his tongue along the crack of his ass.

"Holy fuck!" Bennie cried, shocked but delighted at this most amazing sensation.

"Is that Gaelic for stop?" asked Jim.

"No! No! You carry on, Dr. Calder."

And that's what Jim did, although only for a moment. He fully intended to have a proper feast, rimming the cub's hole and getting in about his guts, reaming the lad to the point of delirium. But that was for later... assuming Bennie didn't say stop, in which case he'd be left with one hell of a dilemma - but Jim reckoned that unlikely if he was reading the boy right.

A few more licks then Jim stood up having coated Bennie's asshole with a miserly amount of saliva. "Right, that should be enough. I like a good bit of friction when my cock goes up... And I like the arse nice and warm as well," he added - a miserly warning before he gave Bennie's right buttock a hell of a hard slap with the flat of his hand.

"Oh you bast..." cried Bennie.

"What was that you said?" snarled Jim, his hand clutching the warm bun he'd just whacked.

"Nothing to worry about, Dr. Calder," the cub assured him as he mentally bit his tongue.

"Gaelic for thank you perhaps?" quizzed Jim with a huge grin, hidden of course from the cub he was playing with, but clearly seen by his well impressed boyfriend. "Or maybe, do it again please?" Jim offered as another possible translation.

"Aye, something like that," answered Bennie, who after the shock was quite enjoying the sting on his buttock, and very much enjoying the groping, as well as the sarcastic banter.

"Indeed!" declared Jim. "Well say it in English in future... And if you ever think of questioning my legitimacy again, it'll be my boot that you'll feel hitting your arse as I kick you out the door."

"Of course, Dr. Calder," accepted Bennie. "It won't happen again... And please, give me another smack, because I definitely deserve it."

Having to bite his cheeks to contain his laughter, Jim obliged and struck out again. Resting his left hand of the rugby cub's back, he gave the other buttock a hefty whack leaving behind an imprint of his massive right hand on the pale-coloured flesh. A few more smacks and the print had gone, replaced by a glowing patch of pink which Jim generously matched on the other side to even things up. Hearing no further complaint and liking the look, liking even more how horny it made him, Jim carried on and walloped the lad, smacking his arse and making the cheeks wobble, thundering his hand down time after time until the skin had turned a vibrant shade of scarlet.

It was sore! It was bloody sore! But Bennie thought it a heck of a lark being spanked for the very first time, bending over like a naughty wee boy with his trousers round his thighs. He especially enjoyed it when Jim had finished the job and had another grope of the burning buttocks before giving them both a further hard whack, this time using his massive shaft instead of his massive hand.

"Aye, that's done the trick - a pair of warm rosy cheeks," Jim announced. "I'd say we're almost ready."

In his prone position, Bennie heard a slurp. Then Jim's hand was back, saliva coated fingers invading his crack, touching the pucker and circling the bud. Fearful but needy, Bennie let out a groan as Jim teasingly played, rubbing the sensitive anal flesh, prodding at the slit whilst he humped a sore buttock with his big hard prick. Firmer and firmer Jim prodded at the hole. Knowing what he wanted and keen to let him in, Bennie did his best to relax the ring. And taking full advantage, Jim made the penetration. An index finger slithered past the cub's sphincter to enter the warmth of his rectum - just the tip of a finger, but Jim didn't stop there. He push ever onwards, penetrating Bennie deeper, until the lad was breached by a good sized knuckle, which proved a bit of a struggle.

"By Christ you're tight, boy!"

"Sorry, Dr. Calder!"

"No need! I told you - I enjoy a bit of friction, and I'm certainly going to get it when I ram my cock up there."

Ram!

Suddenly Bennie was feeling mightily worried again. Taking that dick would be a hell of a challenge, but he'd hoped that Dr. Calder would ease it in, not ram the bugger up in an agony of violence. Sadly this didn't appear to be his intention, which Jim quickly reconfirmed as he pulled his finger down, took hold of his shaft and presented his knob to the now clenching hole.

"Is that all right with you, Bennie... if I ram it straight up?" Jim asked. "I know it'll hurt, but it's the way I like to enter. There's nothing better in my books than a vandalised chute pulsing round my dick, the lad howling in agony as I bottom out and writhe against his buttocks."

"Erm... Aye," Bennie said, liking the fantasy but dreading the reality - a reality he decided he had to endure if he was going to be fucked by this brute of a man.

"Are you sure?" quizzed Jim. "I mean, I don't want to brag, but I've got a hell of a big cock - particularly in the girth which makes the stretch so painful. Even Scott there, who's had years of practice, howls to the high heavens when I ram it right up him, and I'd be surprised if you've ever taken anything so fat."

"No, it's all right, Dr. Calder. If that's what you like to do, then on you go and ram it in."

"Fair play!" shouted Jim. "I'm impressed by your attitude. Let's hope I'm equally impressed with your arse once I'm in it."