Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2023 15:41:09 +0000 From: Gavin Webster Subject: Buckle Up, Kevin-1 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys 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+ - - - - - Buckle Up, Kevin - Part 1 It was just beginning to rain when Tom's car pulled up to the kerb. The passenger side window rolled down and Tom gave out a heads-up whistle. "Need a ride home, son?" Tom asked the boy waking home from school. "It's going to pour down in a couple of minutes." I hadn't been paying any attention until I heard Tom's voice. I turned to look at him and realised that he was right. A clap of thunder put my parents' warnings about getting into strangers' cars on hold. Tom opened the passenger door and I got inside. "Where you heading, son?" he asked, as I closed the door and wound up the window. "Teston Way. It's about a mile away, near the fire station." Before Tom pulled away from the kerb he told me to buckle up. I compiled as another clap of thunder echoed above us. "My name is Tom," he said. "And you are?" "Kevin," I replied. "And I'm 13 years old today." "Happy birthday, Kevin. Now, sit back and relax as I drive us through this awful weather." As the car moved down the rain-soaked road, Tom changed gear several times, and as he did so, he touched my left thigh. I got a stiffy as he rested his hand on my thigh. I didn't say a word, I just let him touch me up. Eventually, he put his hand between my legs and squeezed. When I didn't say anything, Tom took my silence as a green light of approval. "Can I suck your cock, Kevin?" he asked. I nodded my head as my cock twitched away between my legs. My hormones were now ruling my head, so Tom's hand had triggered the right response. He turned the car off of the main road and pulled into a near-empty car park. He unfastened his seat belt and leaned across and unzipped my shorts. I sat in a trancelike state as he went down on my uncut cock. "Wow! That tastes so good, Kevin," he said, after coming up for air. "Let's see if I can make you climax." I shot my load a few minutes later, and he swallowed everything I could muster. He then used a handkerchief to clean my cock-head up. "Let's give it a few minutes, Kevin," he said. "Then we'll try again." I climaxed three times that afternoon, and made arrangement to meet Tom the following afternoon. ~ ~ ~ The next day, Tom drove me to an old house in Steeple Green. He rang the doorbell and Gordon appeared at the door. The man was tall and slim, and in his late 40s. "Hiya, Tom," he said. "Come on in. Who's your friend?" "Kevin. My new bum-boy," Tom said, as he squeezed my arse. "I picked him up yesterday and sucked his cock." I stared at Tom in utter shock. He was clearly taking liberties. "Leave it out, Tom," I said. "Don't tell the man that." "No worries, Kevin," Gordon said. "We only get to see Tom's favourites, so go through to the living-room and strip off." I was aghast and ultra-embarrassed. The two men were treating me like a rent boy. "This is Harry, Kevin," Gordon said. "He's a boy-lover as well." I tried to step back, but Tom closed the front door and blocked my exit. The four of us shuffled along the hallway and into the living-room. I lost most of my clothes in the hallway, when I was thoroughly groped. The last of my clothes came off in the living-room, when I was thrown onto the sofa and groped again. ~ ~ ~ Two hours later, I stumbled out of the front door and needed Tom's help to keep me upright. I made it to his car and flaked out on the back seat. Gordon and Harry had well and truly put me through the wringer. Tom watched them face-fuck my mouth and bend me over the sofa. My "accommodating" arsehole was filled to the brim with rock-hard cocks. Harry's seven-inch stem kept me shouting for a respite as my virgin hole was broken in. Gordon's eight-inch stem kept me begging for more as I fell off the sofa and was fucked on the floor. Tom's seven-inch stem fucked me once, I think. I was too exhausted to check out who was coming and who was going. By the time they carried me up the stairs and into the bathroom, I was knacked and half asleep. Luckily, the bath water revived me and gave me a second wind. I lay in the bath and agreed to visit them again. Tom said he would make the arrangements. The following week, another pick up joined us on the sofa. Danny was ultra-shy, until he was stripped naked and put through his paces. Tom had a knack for picking the right boy. "They have to have 'fuck me' eyes," he said to me, as Danny bent over the sofa and Gordon came up behind him. "It must be the hormones surging through their bodies." "I was stiff and eager when you first touched my thigh, Tom," I said. "You have a magical touch." "Yes. You were easy, Kevin," Tom said, as he pulled back my foreskin and licked my piss slit. The three men fucked me and Danny for hours that day.