My weekend with Eric Malcoff










Eric Malcoff and I were often mistaken for brothers in the looks
department. We were tall, slim and blond, and much sought
after by those who liked submissive cock-suckers in their
late teens. We also shared a craving for coal-black cock,
which our mentor Eric Malcoff, a professional photographer and
keen Tarzan fan, helped satisfy.

Eric Malcoff loved to photograph burly black men fucking young,
white wimps - he owned a photographic studio in Putney,
which specialized in challenging the morality of the day
(the early 2000s).

Eric Malcoff would organize weekend get-togethers at Paul's flat
in south London. These all-day and night sex-romps would
see Simon and me stripping off in front of five fully-
clothed men: Arnim, Leo and Lloyd - all West Indians from
the Windward Islands - plus Eric Malcoff and I. The three
black men would 'encourage' us to humiliate ourselves in
all kinds of different ways before we were allowed to
suck on their hard-standing cocks.

Paul was an eminent psychosurgeon, who enjoyed watching
the weak being dominated by the strong. He also had a
passion for holes. The good doctor would examine Simon
and me with all kinds of surgical probes - we would lie
face down, or face up, on the twin beds in his spare
bedroom and suffer these indignities on a regular basis.

Eric Malcoff enthusiasm for the by-ways of pornography turned
me into a voyeur of the first water. He would order me to
stand behind the camera and watch Simon and Gary, another
youngster with a craving for black cock, being fucked by
Arnim & Co. I also got to see Gary and other submissives
being examined, gang-banged and punished on dozens of
different occasions.

I can still recall, as if it was yesterday, my first
visit to Paul's flat. Gary was the first to greet Simon
and me when we arrived at noon. I was expecting to see a
room full of rich, old toffs; however, only Bryan and
Paul were sitting on the settee when we entered the
living room.

'I'm glad you two could make it,' said Eric Malcoff, as he stood
up to take our coats. 'The rest of the gang will be here
in an hour or two. I thought it best that you meet Paul
first.'

'Would you like a drink?' asked Paul. 'I can offer you a
fine selection of alcoholic beverages.'

'Keep going,' said Eric Malcoff, as he took our coats and made
it quite clear that he wanted us to hand over the rest of
our clothes. 'Our host is a doctor, so he's seen it all
before.'

'There's whisky, vodka, beer,' Paul continued.

The situation we found ourselves in was truly bizarre.
There was Paul playing the perfect host whilst Bryan was
demanded that we strip naked in front of him.

'I'll have a Screwdriver,' said Simon, as he unbuttoned
his shirt and took it off.'

'He's got lovely nipples,' said Paul to Bryan. 'I really
like seeing tiny nips on blond bum-boys.'

'I'll have a beer,' I said, trying to come to terms with
the surreal situation I was in.

'Can you do the honours,' said Paul to Gary. 'I want to
see what these two scallywags have on offer under their
trendy togs.'

The good doctor stood and watched in silence as Simon and
I stripped off completely.

'No rings or watches to be worn,' said Eric Malcoff. 'So hand
them over as well.'

Simon and I fucked like rabbits for weeks on the strength
of that first meeting with Paul. We both got a real buzz
out of undressing in front of three fully-clothed people
in a stranger's flat. We also got a buzz out of being the
only ones naked in the room when the shrink's other
guests arrived.

* * *

Simon and I really liked Paul: he made us feel special
and wanted. We saw him as an old man that probably
couldn't get it up any more, hence his desire to see
youngsters like us perform for his voyeuristic pleasure.
We also liked him because he fed our addiction for home-
made porn - Simon and I loved to see amateurs having sex,
and Paul's collection of pornography covered this area in
spades.

After we downed our drinks, Paul offered us two tumblers
full of what looked like Coca-Cola.

'I want you to try this,' he said. 'It's great for the
sex drive, and it'll keep you both horny for hours.'

'We're not really into drugs, Paul,' I said.

'Nonsense,' he said. 'Everything it this drink is from
the natural world. It's an herbal aphrodisiac. So come
on, drink up.'

Simon and I were too polite to refuse the man a second
time; also, we didn't want to go home empty-handed - the
good doctor had offered to loan us some photographs of
horny amateurs having group sex.

'That's it, drink it all up.'

I really liked the juju juice. It made me feel so warm
and comfortable; and sexy; and compliant. I got down on
my hands and knees when Paul told me to; I begged like a
dog when he told me to; I sniffed, licked and rimmed
Simon's arsehole when told to. In fact, I did everything
the shrink asked of me in spades.

The bag Gary fetched from the spare bedroom was full of
leather straps and ropes, and tiny padlocks. Paul said
the tie-up game was going to last for the rest of the
day.

Simon and I were tied up in dozens of different positions
on the living room floor. I was then tied to a three-
rung, aluminium stepladder, whilst Simon was tied to a
low-backed wooden chair. Bryan must have changed the film
in his camera three or four times that day.

* * *

Bryan's camera was on a tripod in the spare bedroom when
it captured images of Simon and me being examined by the
good doctor. I was lying face down on the bed by the
window, Simon was lying face up on the bed by the door.
We were tied down securely, so there was no chance of us
refusing the invasive examination.

Paul had the time of his life probing our holes with his
extensive collection of surgical implements. My arsehole
was stretched open by an anal speculum and examined with
a variety of ice-cold probes. Simon also felt the caress
of Paul's stainless steel probes as his mouth was forced
open by a Whitehead gag.

Paul's juju juice allowed us to shed all our inhibitions
and get down and dirty. It also allowed the good doctor
to take us to new levels of kinky debauchery, which we
so-o-o loved - Paul knew from the outset that he had a
couple of horny submissives on his hands. So he didn't
need to pull out too many stops to ensure that we became
his creatures of pleasure.

After the examination, Simon and I were introduced to
Arnim. He, like his two friends, was a coal-black stud.
All three men were in their late twenties, but Arnim was
Simon's favourite. He had a Don Juan beard and moustache
(Leo and Lloyd were both clean-shaven) and a real cool
look about him. He was also more dominant than Leo and
Lloyd, which made him my favourite as well.

I was standing in the doorway between the dining room and
the living room when I first met Arnim - Paul had hired a
carpenter to remove the connecting doors and replace the
softwood frame with oak. He had also asked the carpenter
to install four metal eyes in the hardwood frame.

It was these unobtrusive eyes that were keeping me from
stepping forward and greeting Arnim properly - Paul had
secured my wrist- and ankle-straps to the eyes before his
guest had arrived. I was now standing spread-eagled,
naked and red-faced in front of a man I didn't know.

'X marks the spot,' said Arnim to Paul. 'The rarse looks
so weak and willing. Has he been fucked yet?'

'He's been prodded and probed a few times,' replied Paul.
'But no one's fucked him.'

'Sweet,' said Arnim, stepping forward and taking hold of
my flaccid cock. 'I like the ball-gag; is it new?'

'Yes. I bought three of them. They're far better than the
ones Gee sold me.'

'The rarse is getting real frisky. He must like having a
black man play with his white-boy dick.'

'Yes. He certainly looks grateful,' said Paul, as he
stepped forward to tweak my left nipple.

The two men groped my body for a good ten minutes. Arnim
used his tongue to lick my neck, shoulders and chest. He
then used his teeth to bite my earlobes as his powerful
hands pulled my cock in one direction and my ball-sac in
another.

Paul, who was concentrating on by arse, kept telling me
to enjoy the moment as he squeezed and slapped my arse-
cheeks.

'Leo and Lloyd are going to like this rude boy,' said
Arnim to Paul. 'They like fucking trim and tearful bum-
boys.'

I bit on my ball-gag as Arnim sucked heavily on my neck
and shoulders - the resulting love bites took almost a
week to fade.

A painful punch in the stomach brought the session to an
abrupt end. My cock was still rock hard, but clearly
neither man was going to wank me off.

I was still standing in the doorway, some twenty minutes
later, when Paul, who always remained fully-clothed on
such occasions, entered the living room with his naked
entourage (Simon and the three black men) in tow.

The gang-bang that followed was played out on the floor
in front of me. Simon seemed to be revelling in all the
attention he was receiving, even though it looked quite
rough. His skin looked so-o-o white against the three
black studs. And how I wished it was me down there with
Arnim, Leo and Lloyd.

Bryan's camera continued to click away in the background
as I watched Simon being humped by his new friends.

'Look and learn, Davy boy,' said Bryan, as he stepped
behind me and placed the camera on my right shoulder.
'Let's get a shot of how things look from your point of
view.'

I stood and sighed in frustration when Paul told me that
I would have to wait a few more hours to be fucked, and
that it would happen when Gary returned from running an
errand - he and I would be taken together by Arnim & Co.

* * *

Fortified by another glass of juju juice, I was happily
led down the hallway and into the spare bedroom by Leo,
who was pulling on my cock and using it as a leash.

When I entered the room, Arnim was lying flat out on the
bed with Gary knelling between his outstretched legs.

'Keep sucking, boy,' he said to Gary, as he winked at me.
'You have to get it nice and stiff for that bum-hole of
yours.'

I smiled and sat down on the other bed between Leo and
Lloyd. The two men looked really pleased with their new
cuddly toy.

Lloyd told me to lie back and turn onto my side. He then
took up a sixty-nine position in front of me and offered
me his hard-standing cock. As he did so, Leo spread my
arse-cheeks apart and pushed a Vaseline-covered finger
into my rectum. I felt the finger slip inside, but I
didn't let the sensation distract me from the task at
hand. I ease back Lloyd's foreskin and ran the tip of my
tongue over his large, bulbous knob. The juju juice
surging through my veins was making me feel really good.
My cock was rock hard and I didn't give a damn about
being the 'girl' in this threesome - I needed to have sex
and that was that.

Lloyd took hold of my cock and fed it into his mouth. I
shuddered with excitement as I opened my mouth and sucked
in several inches of coal-black cock. Leo slipped another
finger into my rectum and said something to Arnim in West
Indian patois. The Vaseline allowed his fingers to slip
in and out with ease - there was no pain involved, just
some mild discomfort.

I gagged several times as I tried to emulate my friend's
cock-sucking technique. He was a real expert: knowing
exactly how to keep a cock teetering on the brink of a
climax. I had no such skills, so I had to make do with
raw enthusiasm. Leo watched my efforts with interest. He
said I was a rude boy with a nice looking cock and an
arsehole that needed fucking. It was then that his two
fingers were removed and replaced by his hard-standing
cock.

Apart from the colour, Leo's cock was very similar to my
own: it was some seven inches long, uncut and quite
chunky. However, it felt a whole lot bigger than seven
inches when it entered my arsehole. I winced and tried to
pull away, but I was firmly sandwiched between the two
men. In desperation, I slapped Leo on the thigh as the
pain began to overwhelm me. This didn't seem to bother
him at all; he just carried on pinching my nipples,
biting my neck and fucking my arse.

'Be still, boy!' he ordered between love bites. 'Just
relax and go with the flow. A white boy like you should
be begging for more black cock, not less.'

The pain did ease off a bit when Leo's length made itself
at home. This allowed me to settle down again and start
enjoying myself, which in turn prompted the two men to
redouble their efforts and bring things to a memorable
climax. I was allowed to come first, and boy did I come!
My whole body began to convulse as Lloyd devoured every
drop of seed I could produce. In fact, he wouldn't let go
of my ball-sac until he had it all.

Leo was next to come. He gave out an almighty roar and
continued to pump away at my arse until my rectum was
awash with sperm. He then grabbed hold of my hair and
pulled my head back, forcing me to open my mouth and
release my friend's cock. This allowed Lloyd to take hold
of his erection and bring things to a spectacular close -
my face was completely covered in sperm by the time he
had shed his load.

Leo withdrew his cock, slapped me hard across both arse-
cheeks and said he and Lloyd were going to rub some face
cream [sperm] into my skin. I just smiled and let them
get on with it - the sex had completely drained me, so I
was well and truly out of it by the time they had
finished cleaning me up.

* * *

I was still lying on the bed in the nude when I woke up
an hour or so later. My arse and head were competing for
the 'Pain of the Year' award, and Arnim was standing over
me with a glass of water in one hand and two aspirin in
the other. Embarrassment swept over me as I downed the
pills and sipped the water.

Arnim sat down on the edge of the bed and said I should
lie back and relax. He then took hold of my cock and gave
it a gentle squeeze. I couldn't believe my luck; this was
just what I wanted him to do.

Some ten minutes later, with Arnim lying flat out on the
bed, Bryan, Lloyd and Gary entered the room.

'Look at the boy go,' said Bryan to Lloyd and Gary. 'He's
cock crazy.'

I was too engrossed in what I was doing to let Bryan's
remark put me off in any way; in fact, I kind of liked
the idea of him thinking that I was out of control - it
made me feel really wicked.

Gary helped Bryan set up his photographic equipment as I
continued to work on my friend's eight-inch cock.

With the camera and lights mounted on tripods, it only
took Lloyd a minute or two to get in on the action. He
knelt on the bed behind me, put his hand between my legs
and took hold of my erection. His vice-like grip was the
first indication that he was clearly out to dominate me.
He forced my hard-standing cock back, between my thighs,
and held it there while he covered my arse-cheeks with
painful love bites.

Meanwhile, Arnim grabbed hold of my head and forced it
down on his coal-black stem; holding it there until I
gagged. The camera captured every moment of my struggle
to deal with the cock in my mouth and the assault on my
arse.

A few minute later, Bryan told me to stop sucking cock
and lie face down on the bed, with my legs as far apart
as possible. The experience that followed was truly
awesome. I grit my teeth and winced as Arnim straddled my
lower back and helped Lloyd push a well-oiled dildo into
my rectum. My tearful protests prompted Bryan to call me
'a pathetic cry-baby'.

Bryan was clearly impressed with what his friends were
doing to me in front of the camera. He encouraged them to
go in deep and ream me out, which they did on several
occasions. However, these slow and painful attempts to
expand my inner sanctum with rubber were eventually
brought to a halt by Arnim, who decided to remove the
dildo and let Lloyd have a go with his cock.

The weight of Lloyd's body on top of mine was crushing.
'I'm gonna sweat you, boy,' he whispered in my ear. 'I'm
gonna fuck your white-boy arse and fill it up with seed.
And when I'm done, the man with the eight-inch chopper is
gonna ride your arse some more.'

Encouraged by Bryan, Lloyd plunged his hard-standing cock
into my hole and fucked me like a man possessed. The
camera captured the whole thing on film, and towards the
end, Bryan turned to Gary and said, 'You're next, so get
ready to take it up the arse.'

Lloyd's climax was a very noisy and drawn-out affair for
the both of us; and so was Arnim's: his cock certainly
left a lasting impression on my burning hole. I really
had to struggle to accommodate his 'eight-inch chopper',
which made my eyes water the instant it was pushed into
my battered rectum. The two men took great pleasure in
making me squirm beneath their hot, virile bodies. I
remember lying on the bed with my arms and legs fully
outstretched as they took it in turn to hammer my 'white-
boy arse' into the mattress.