Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2023 11:44:22 +0000 From: Kevin Webster Subject: Brian And Stan All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a teenage boy and adult males. Read no further if you are under the age of 18 or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org). Let's keep this site up and running. Gay / adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/t+ - - - - - Brian And Stan This adventure began in 1965, when I was 13 years old. I was walking home from school when the heavens opened and down came the rain. I was soaked from head to foot in minutes. Luckily, an old car pulled up beside me and the passenger-side window rolled down. "Can we give you a ride, son? You look like a drowned rat." I moved to the edge of the pavement and I saw that the passenger was an old man in his 60s, with white hair. He sat alongside the driver, who was a man in his late 40s, with thin, grey hair. "C'mon, boy," the driver said. "Get in and be quick about it." The passenger opened the door and got out, so that I could get in and sit between them. After the man got back in and closed the door, the driver put the car into gear and re-joined the traffic. "Where do you live, son?" The passenger asked. "And will there be anyone at home?" I told them my address and said that my parents wouldn't be home for another two hours. "Did you hear that, Stan," The passenger said. "The boy will be home alone for hours in a cold house. Let's take him home with us and give him some dry clothes and a hot drink." Stan accepted his friend's suggestion and said, "Is that okay with you, boy?" I accepted their offer and told them my name was Kevin. "I'm Brian," The driver said, "and Stan is my oppo." The car turned off the main road and onto a residential street. It then stopped outside a smart-looking bungalow, and we had to walk a short distance in the rain to get inside. I was impressed by how clean and neat the bungalow looked. Brian ushered me into the living-room and insisted that I take off my wet clothes. "I'll find him something to wear," Stan said to Brian. "And you put the kettle on." In their absence, I began to take my clothes off. My shoes and socks were soaked, so I put them on the flagstone hearth of the fireplace. I then took off my school blazer and shorts. Stan returned with a white bathrobe. He insisted that I go ahead and remove all my clothes, and told me that he would hang them up in the airing cupboard. I swapped my clothes for the oversized bathrobe and sat down on the sofa. Brian returned and sat down beside me. I felt uncomfortable sitting there beside him. Stan returned carrying three mugs of black coffee. He handed a mug to me and then sat down on the recliner opposite the sofa. "I bet the girls are all over a good-looking blond like you, Kev?" Brian said. "No," I replied. "I think most of them look at me and see a quiet swot." Brian's hand moved up my leg as the bathrobe fell away, exposing my cock. He wrapped his hand around it and began masturbating me. I took a quick look at Stan, but he didn't take any notice. When Brian leaned over and started sucking my cock, Stan leaned forward and smiled. "You shouldn't be doing this, Brian," I said. "It's not right; is it Stan?" "It looks right in my book," Stan said. After I came in his mouth, Brian sat up and kissed me on the mouth. They both assured me that they liked to "wank off" boys and suck their cocks. I was in shock as they stood up and stripped off in front of me. They were both tall and slim, and looked well fit in the nude. Yes, they were an old couple, but they sure had a big appetite for sex. I became a regular visitor during the remainder of my school years. ~ ~ ~ Eventually, I took advantage of my time with Brian and Stan. I did let them fuck me on a regular basis, and I did let them introduce me to their horny friends. Most of their friends were grandfather types like Stan, and some had grandsons. Colin, Harry's grandson, was 11 years old and sex mad. He and I bent over the sofa in the living-room every Saturday. Men would come and go, and leave the bungalow with a smile on their face. One weekday, Harry pulled up alongside me in his car. "Colin's been given detention, Kev," he said. "So, I need a cock to suck on in Parkdale Woods." I got in the car and didn't think twice about replacing Colin. We had both been in the woods with Harry lots of times. Men would come up to his parked car and watch Harry suck us off; and one time, a man gave Harry £10 to replace him on the back seat. "You've been pimped out, boys," Harry said, as he drove us back to town. "That nice man needed your spunk in his belly, so I took his money and made him happy." "Get away!" I snapped. "He paid you for a suck?" "Two sucks," Harry corrected. "So, what do we get, gramps?" Colin asked. "A clip round the ear," Harry said. "Petrol isn't cheap, y'know." Colin told me later about boys who get money for sex, so we started planning our new money-making career.