Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2023 15:40:09 +0000 From: Andy Ashcroft Subject: Brian's Friends 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 donate to nifty.org (https://donate.nifty.org). Gay - Adult-youth: M+/t, oral, anal - - - - - Brian's Friends I was 13 years old when this adventure began in 1963. I had just finished off a bottle of Coca-Cola and needed to relieve myself. I often visited the Elmwood toilet block, which stood just inside the park gates, in the off-chance of seeing a man's cock. At the time, I was fascinated by the different shapes and sizes of the male member. I entered the toilet block and was disappointed to find it empty. However, I needed to pee, so I stood at the trough urinal and unbuttoned my flies. As I did so, a well dressed man in his 50s entered the block and stood beside me. He proceeded to unbutton his trousers and take out his cock. I began to pee, but I couldn't resist a sideways look at the man's cock. He didn't empty his bladder, he just stood there, holding his cock, and looked at mine. When I had finished peeing, I shook my cock and decided to just stand there. "You can hold mine, if you like," he said. "It can be a real handful when someone else holds it." I smiled and tentatively touched his semi-erect cock. It felt so big and virile, and it was getting bigger and bigger with every passing second. "It's none too safe in here," he said. "Someone might walk in and catch us at it. My Zephyr's parked outside the park gates. We can sit inside and have a chat, and maybe have some fun a bit later." The man put his cock away and buttoned up his trousers. He then turned and left the toilet block. I buttoned my shorts up and followed him out. When we reached the Ford Zephyr, we quickly got inside as the heavens opened and down came the rain. "I'm Brian," he said. "And you are?" "Andy." "So, Andy," he said, "you're keen on cock? What experience have you had so far?" "None," I replied. "I just like looking." "Would you like to try something more 'hands-on' today? You're bound to like it." "Yes," I replied. "I wouldn't mind playing with your cock." "Well, you're in luck, son," he said. "I'm sure I can fulfil all your wishes today." I couldn't believe my luck. Brian was very friendly and keen to help me out in any way he could. He started up the engine and drove the car towards the edge of town. He then turned into a driveway and approached a large house. The minute the car stopped, I was ushered out of the car and through the front door. I was then led along the hallway and into the living-room, which was tastefully decorated. Four naked men sat on the two leather sofas. "Albert owns this den of iniquity, Andy," Brian said, pointing to an old man in his 60s. "The other three cocks belong to Bill, Frank and Tom. So, you get to play with five cocks today." I began to have second thoughts about playing with five men at once; unfortunately, I was in no position to back out now. I was led to the centre of the room and undressed by Brian. "Just relax, son," Brian said. "No one is going to hurt you. We just want you to play with our cocks. It's no big deal for a boy who likes cock." I stood there, completely naked, watching Brian undress. I was then led over to a leather footstool. "Now, bend over the stool, boy," Albert said. "And show us your arse." "Albert can now play with your arse-cheeks and naughty bits," Brian said, "while you suck on our cocks." As soon as I was in position, Albert came up behind me and began massaging my arse-cheeks and fingering my arsehole. The man was then handed a jar of Vaseline to lube up my virgin arsehole. "Don't rush things, Albert," Brian said. "Andy's here to suck cock today. So, you make him feel good down below, but don't overdo it. We want him to come back again tomorrow." The next thing I felt was a finger pressing hard against my arsehole. At first, my anus resisted the intruder, but then it gave way and let the finger in. Albert then began to finger-fuck me as Brian slipped his cock into my mouth. I didn't even know that cock-sucking was a thing to do, and the finger-fucking felt really uncomfortable. Unfortunately, my brazen sex-drive had led me astray. I was now stark-bollock-naked in a stranger's house, which was miles from home and full of naked men. The engorged cock and stiff finger kept me hard at it. The footstool creaked as the two men took full advantage of my naked body. "We're sweating him good," Albert said to Brian. "Andy is so sexy and succulent. I'm going to bite his bum, he's that luscious." "Steady on, Al," Tom said. "He'll think you're a cannibal." "His stiffy looks like a stick of asparagus," Albert said. "So, I might have a chomp on that later." "Al's a cock cannibal," Bill said, laughing. "He's had too much whiskey. He's turned." All the men laughed as Albert bit my arse and made me gag and judder. A minute or so later, Brian began to face-fuck me in earnest. His cock was seven to eight inches long, and pumping away like billy-o. "Let's skip the cock-sucking and fuck him right now," Frank suggested. "We need to break him in today. His arse is way too sexy to ignore." Brian shot his load into my mouth as the conversation continued. All the men wanted my arse, but they didn't want to spook me - they wanted me to come back on a regular basis. "Let's try three fingers," Tom suggested. "If he can handle that, then I can fuck him with my little willie." Clearly, I had no say in the matter, but I didn't really care. I was now addicted to hard-standing cock. If the fucking hurt, then so be it. I was coming back for more, whatever the outcome. Albert's fingers expanded my tight hole some more. "Relax, Andy," Brian said, who was annoyed at being out-voted. "It will be painful at first, but it's well worth it in the end." After the three fingers, I felt Tom's "little willie" against my anus. The pressure was relentless, until the man's cock-head slid inside my hole. Tears streamed down my face as I screamed, and screamed, and screamed. "Scream as much as you like, son," Bill said. "No one is going to hear you outside. Now just relax and take it like a man," As the pain continued, I tried to cope with Tom's hard-standing cock. Admittedly, the pain wasn't as severe as it once was, but still there was a lot of discomfort to deal with. Then, as the screams turned to moans and groans of pleasure, I began to enjoy the discomfort of Tom's attack on my rear end. "Good boy," Tom said. "You'll be bending over for the whole gang soon." Slowly but firmly, Tom pushed deeper and deeper into my inner sanctum. The further in he went, the more I enjoyed the feeling; and when his cock rubbed over my prostate, the pain either disappeared or was overshadowed by a massive quake of enjoyment. Within minutes, Tom's cock was fully inside my "boy-cunt." "See, I knew he could take it all," Frank said. "The boy is a natural-born deviant; a bum-boy; a true-blue bender." "Yes, yes," Brian snapped. "Now, let's see him being humped by Tom's cock." Tom began to fuck me to the max. He kept massaging my prostate, which made my cock rock-hard. Then, some 10 to 15 minutes later, he threw back his head and howled like a wolf. "Geez! The little sod has stolen all my juice," he cried out, and then howled again. I felt a great warmth, deep inside me, as Tom shot his load. A few minutes later, I felt his cock go soft, and then slip out. "You've done well, boy," Bill said. "I'll get a flannel and towel; we need to clean you up and dry you off." "It's back to cock-sucking now," Brian said. "He's been well and truly fucked, so now he needs to recover. No ifs, no buts, and no more democratic votes." "We can all fuck him next time," Frank added. "I'll pick him up at the park gates, around noon on Friday. Is that okay with you, Andy?" "Yes," I said, smiling. I really liked being the centre of attention that day, and continued to smile as the men lined up to be licked into shape. ~ ~ ~ That evening, I lay in the bath and nursed my sore arse. My anus was still very sore, but I was recovering fast from my very first fuck. In fact, I was now looking forward to my next visit to Albert's house. Two days later, I was walking through the park, heading for the park keeper's hut. "Hi, Andy," Frank said. "How's it going?" I stopped and smiled. "Still eager for our little get-together on Friday?" "You bet," I said. "Five tip-top cocks! I can't wait." Frank laughed, as he put his hand on my shoulder. "How's that arse of yours, still sore?" "No," I replied. "It's fine now. I just needed a hot bath and a few hours rest." "So, are you up for a seeing-to today?" Frank asked. "We can go to my place and have a bit of fun." "Well..." "Don't worry about Brian," he interrupted. "The man's a hard-nut, we both know that, but this will be more of a warm up session for Friday. You don't want to turn up and disappoint the gang, now do you?" ~ ~ ~ Frank parked his car outside a small block of flats and ushered me inside. We walked up several flights of stairs, to the top floor, and stood outside number ten. "I want you to meet my friend first," Frank said. "He owns this flat, so follow my lead." The door opened and there stood a tall man in his early 50s. He was smartly dressed and had a military-style haircut. "This is Andy, Ralph," Frank said to the man. "He loves sucking cock and wants you to..." "Keep your voice down, Frank," Ralph said. "Come in and introduce me to the boy properly. He looks very photogenic." I was propelled forward, into the flat, when I tried to step back. The old man seemed friendly enough, but Frank had not told me about him, so what was he planning? "Andy, meet Ralph," Frank said, as he ushered me into the lounge. "Ralph is an amateur photographer, and he's also a tip-top pervert." The lounge was neat and tidy, and very well furnished. The man was clearly a fastidious soul, and very house-proud - everything was just so, with lots of ashtrays and coasters on hand for untidy guests. "Nice to meet you, Andy," Ralph said. "Frank is a moron, so ignore his crude comments about my hobby. Yes, I enjoy taking photographs of naked boys being fucked by burly men. Unfortunately, when I was a boy, there was no photographer on hand to capture me being humped by randy boy-lovers." "Nice to meet you, Ralph," I said. "Frank didn't say anything about being naked in front of a camera." "Typical," Ralph said. "The man's a complete moron. He's let me down again, and it's such a shame ... I bet you look real sexy in the nude." "He sure does," Frank said. "He looks tip-top in the nude. C'mon, Andy! Show the man your assets." "Just me," Ralph added. "No camera, no pressure. And Frank can still fuck you later, in the spare bedroom." I smiled, the men had won him over completely. I so wanted to be fucked by Frank, and letting Ralph watch would be such a thrill. "Right!" Frank said to me. "Strip off for the man, real slow like. Let him see all your sexy assets." I giggled, and then complied. Ralph sat down on the sofa and watched me undress.