Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2018 13:07:08 +0000
From: Andy Mann <andymann303@outlook.com>
Subject: A Gaggle Of Uncles - Part 2

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A Gaggle Of Uncles - Part 2

A day or two after my thirteenth birthday, Uncle Owen drove me out to
Fairlop Waters in his red Cortina. He turned off Forest Road, after passing
through Fullwell Cross, and drove down a narrow lane.

The lane cut through a stand of high, well-kept hedging, and brought us to
a secluded bungalow, set in a large garden.

'What are we doing here, Owen?' I asked.

'Visiting some friends of mine,' he replied.

We got out of the Cortina and walked toward the bungalow; and as we
approached the front door, it was opened by a man in his late thirties. He
was tall, dark and ruggedly handsome, and was wearing nothing but a pair of
tight, white shorts.

'Come in, come in,' he said, as he kissed Owen on the lips. 'How's it
hanging, Owen?'

'A lot less obvious than yours,' replied Owen, laughing, 'Just look at the
bulge in those ultra-tight shorts.'

'And this must be Andy, your new bum-boy,' he said, ignoring Owen's playful
jibe.

'Yes, that's right,' said Owen. 'Andy, this is my good friend Evan.'

With the introductions over, Owen and I were led into a large bedroom, and
told to make ourselves at home.

'There's a pool out back, if you fancy a swim, Andy,' said Evan.

'Great idea, Evan,' said Owen. 'We'll strip off and join you and the guys
in a couple of minutes.'

With that, Evan left the bedroom.

'Now follow my lead, Andy,' said Owen, as he began to strip off. 'My
friends want to see us both naked, and we're here to do just that. So if
they say 'suck cock', we open wide and suck cock. Okay?'

'Yes, Owen,' I replied, as I took off my coat. 'We get naked and bend over
for your friends.'

'That's it, boy. There's a man out there that can get me a really good job,
so we're his sluts for the next few hours, his obedient sex slaves.'

'Sluts? Sex slaves?' I queried, a little bemused.

'A slut is someone who never says no to cock, and you're a natural in that
regard. So no worries there. A sex slave is someone who suffers for his
love of cock. He might get roughed up a little, or tied up, but he never
complains. He, meaning you, just suffers it. Okay?'

'Yes, Owen,' I replied, as I dropped my trousers. 'It's like being bullied
at school, but with lots of sex.'

'That's it!' said Owen. 'But most of the time it's just
play-acting. Someone orders you about, or ties you up, so they can play
with your cock and arse.'

'That sounds like fun, Owen.' I said, smiling.

Within minutes, we were both stark-bollock-naked and hurrying out of the
bedroom and along the hallway.

Outside, it was hot and sunny, so the thought of a refreshing swim was the
only thing on my mind at the time. Being outside in the nude, amongst
strangers, didn't really cause me any problems. Uncle Owen was just as
bare-arsed, so I just followed his lead.

As I jumped in the pool, I noticed two other swimmers - a man in his late
forties and a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy. They too were completely
naked and splashing around in the crystal-clear water.

A few minutes later, as we were bobbing about in the water, Owen introduced
me to Frank and Gavin. Frank was your typical mister average: tall, blond
and plain looking. His son was just as plain, and just as slim. They looked
like a pair of wiry warriors from Scandinavian.

'I've heard a lot about you, Andy,' said Frank, as he squeezed my left
arse-cheek. 'It's nice to finally meet you. Owen talks of nothing else
these days.'

'Yeah,' put in Gavin, 'it's good to have someone of my age around, to share
the butt-burden.'

Owen and Frank laughed as they tried to push Gavin's head underwater.

'He just won't suck cock underwater anymore,' said Frank. 'Not even for his
old dad.'

Some five minutes later, it was decided we leave the swimming pool and have
a little three-to-one session, poolside. With me being picked as number
one, Frank, Gavin and Owen took great delight in getting my cock rock-hard.

Gavin was a superb cock-sucker. He began at the tip of my knob, and slowly
worked his tongue up and down my stiffy; he then took my cock into his
mouth - sucking more and more of it in, until his chin was pressing hard
against my ball-sac. I was groaning with so much pleasure, especially when
he started fingering and probing my arsehole.

Frank and Owen flanked the pair of us, tweaking my nipples and squeezing
Gavin's arse-cheeks. Gavin's arse was also slapped from time to time, as
Owen encouraged me to kiss Frank fully on the lips.

Things were getting really hot now - all four of us were so keen to taste
cock, in a variety of combinations: twosomes, threesomes and foursomes.

As I turned to take Gavin's glorious cock into my mouth, I suddenly felt
hands on my arse, stretching my arse-cheeks apart. I looked down and
spotted Frank getting ready to explore my inner sanctum with his
hard-standing stem. And right behind him was Uncle Owen, so this was really
getting good!

I relaxed and let all three have their way with me. I really enjoyed being
a slut, it was fun.

Somehow, Gavin and I ended up on our sides, in a sixty-nine position, with
Frank fucking me and Owen fucking Gavin. With almost perfect timing, the
two men shot their loads into our bum-boy holes, as we eagerly swallowed
their spunk.

We all collapsed in a sweaty heap, as the sound of applauses filled the air
- Evan and another man were standing by the diving board.

'That's Russell, Andy,' said Owen. 'He's the man we're all here to
please. So when he says jump, you jump.'

After a quick shower and another naked swim in the pool, the four of us
lined up on the lawn for inspection. Russell clearly liked what he saw, and
slapped us all on the arse as he gave out his approval ratings. I was given
a ten out of ten rating.

He, like Evan, was wearing nothing but tight, white shorts. The man was in
his late fifties, but he had a firm, paunch-free body. He also had thinning
gray hair and piercing blue eyes.

'Right, let's get you lot working for your supper,' he said. 'Twenty
press-ups on the lawn. Then twenty laps round the garden. And if the dog
chases you down, you lie there and let him lick your cock and ball-sac. No
ifs, no buts; you lie down, spread your legs apart and let him lick you
into shape.

I didn't like the sound of that, but no one in the line voiced an
objection.

Rocky, the Rottweiler, padded out from the bungalow as we dropped to the
ground to give Russell his twenty press-ups.

'Keep those arms straight!' barked Evan. 'And no slacking!.

The run took it out of us all, especially Frank and Owen. Rocky kept a
close eye on our flagging progress, as we passed him time and time again. I
was hoping he would chase down Gavin and give him a good licking. Of
course, everyone else in the garden was hoping that I would become the
chosen one.

We were all bushed by the time we headed for the shower. I just wanted to
lie down and rest my weary legs, but Russell had other plans.

'Right, you lazy layabouts,' he said, as we assembled on the lawn
again. 'Evan has four, brick-filled rucksacks in his possession. I want
each of you to ask him, nicely, to give you one for the up and coming
hike.'

'Not more legwork,' I thought.

'With a rucksack on your back,' he continued, 'I want you to follow the
path through the trees, until you reach the main road. Then turn around and
come back, as quickly as you can.'

'Barefooted?' asked Frank.

'Yes, barefooted,' snapped Russell. 'And I don't want to see any newspaper
reports of naked hikers scaring motorists. So stay in the bushes when you
reach the main road.'

'Yes, sir,' said Owen, trying to quell any dissent in the ranks.

'Good, now get to it,' snapped the old man.

We were really done in by the time we made it back to the garden. The
brick-filled rucksacks were truly heavy; our feet were black and blue from
the rough, stony path; our arms and legs were cut and sore from the lash of
hawthorn. In short, we were ready to drop when Russell told us to dump the
rucksacks, lie down on the lawn, and let Rocky have a sniff of our sweaty
bollocks.

I was too knackered to protest, so I just lay there, with the dog towering
over me.

The shower that followed was a long, drawn-out affair. It took me an age to
get clean, I just couldn't move my arms and legs.

After lunch, I was 'invited' to spend the afternoon with Evan and
Russell. The two men lost their shorts in double quick time, as I crawled,
on hands and knees, into Evan's bedroom.

'We know you're tired, boy,' said Russell. 'But we must fuck that arse of
yours today.'

'You just lie back and let us do all the work,' said Evan.

'We both like skinny, blond schoolboys,' said Russell. 'So spread yourself
out on the bed, face down, and let us fuck your brains out.'

Most of that afternoon was a blur. I was pulled and pushed in every
direction, like a rag doll, as Evan and Russell fucked me repeatedly. I
recall having a cock in my mouth most of the time, and a cock or finger up
my arse all of the time. It was so-o-o exhausting!

* * *

The following Saturday, I sat and watched a naked Evan playing with a naked
boy on the sofa. Kevin, the boy, was cute and blond, and aged around ten or
eleven. He looked up at the cine-camera as Evan casually reached across and
took hold of his four-inch stiffy.

Russell, the cameraman, asked the boy to part his legs, so that Evan could
play with his tiny ball-sac. Kevin smiled and did as he was told.

'Now let's get Robin involved,' said Russell. 'Get down on your hands and
knees, boy, and suck on Evan's cock.'

A naked teenager, with a shock of jet black hair, entered the scene on his
hands and knees. He was tall and thin, and aged around fifteen or sixteen.

'That's it, boy,' said Russell. 'Get between his legs and start working on
that man-size stem.'

Encouraged by several men, Robin complied with Russell's instructions.

Robin licked Evan's nine-inch length as it twitched in his hand. He worked
his tongue round the shiny bell-end and over the piss-slit, then slowly
took it into his mouth.

'Suck on that length, Robin,' said someone in the audience. 'Let's see you
suck the man dry.'

Someone knelt down behind Robin and firmly squeezed his arse-cheeks. The
boy shuddered as the naked man began fingering his arse-crack and hole.

'Stop that, Harry,' snapped Russell. 'Leave the boy alone.'

'Yeah,' said someone in the audience. 'Leave that arse alone. I'm down to
dick it next.'

Several men laughed as Harry was dragged off the youngster and sent
packing.

Robin could really suck cock; he was a natural. I just couldn't keep my
eyes off his wonderful tongue and awesome lips. I was determined to emulate
his superb technique. Clearly a talent like that would ensure a regular
invite to the bungalow, and maybe a starring role in one of Russell's
home-made films.

I so wanted to go down on Owen's cock, but the boy between Evan's legs kept
me completely mesmerize.

'Those two boys will be here all week,' said Frank. 'I think they're
cousins, or adopted brothers. Leastwise, they're regulars to this secluded
den of sin.'

'I would definitely do twenty laps for a piece of Kevin's arse,' said Owen.

'And I would definitely do twenty laps for a piece of Andy's arse,' said
Frank. 'He's so-o-o fucking sexy.'

I smiled as the three of us sat side by side on the long sofa, toying with
our hard-standing cocks. My stiffy was still sore from the session earlier,
but that didn't stop me from giving it a hard squeeze.

'Maybe we should get together sometime and share our bum-boys, over a long
weekend,' suggested Owen. 'I know Andy would gag at the chance of a
threesome with you and Gavin.'

'Yes, that would be awesome,' said Frank, as he put his arm round my
shoulders and pulled me forward and down, so that I could suck on his
seven-inch cock.

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Other stories on Nifty by Andy Mann 303:

Andy's Adventures

Trevor's Adventures

Gavin's Adventures