Date: Thu, 1 Apr 2021 10:31:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: bidaddy5@aol.com
Subject: Fast Tracked to Whoredom

Fast Tracked to Whoredom

Part 1 Queen Street to Bishopriggs; boyscouts

I was late going back to Edinburgh, and just caught the 22.00 . I knew that
it stopped all stations to Falkirk and then non-stop. Little did I know
that this slow train would bring my fast-track to whoredom. I was a shy
closeted bisexual late teenager when I boarded, and an insatiable gay whore
when the trip eventually ended.

A coincidence symbolically set the agenda. The fireman of the banking
engine, his whole person black with coal and soot, was a typical cheeky
chappie, broad mischievous grin, black glossy quiff, cap pushed right back
on his head, shirt open to reveal a lot of luxurious black hair. As I
passed, I stared shyly at him, and he winked, and in the absence of the
driver, beckoned me up into the cab. This was the first time since I was 8
or so! As I emerged onto the footplate somewhat unsteadily, he grabbed me,
kissed me full on the mouth, tousled my hair, and gripped my arse
strongly. His fingers pushed into my crack, and I have to say, that I
pushed back. It was all over in seconds, because the driver returned,
motioning me down onto the platform comment. Later I discovered that the
fireman's oily soot-covered hands had left the mark of his embrace on my
white nylon shirt front, in my hair, and on the seat of my pants.

 The train was quite empty, and I boarded the coach next to the engine, an
old NB Scott often used for this stopping train. The carriage was a 1920s
corridor LMS design with toilets in the centre for each class. The First
was now designated for all passengers, and of course I chose it because I
knew that people often hesitated to use first even if decommissioned. I had
the whole four compartments to myself as we began to climb in the tunnels,
the banker making a great deal of noise, and together with the lead engine,
filling the tunnel and the corridor with acrid smoke. I hadn't noticed
there was a window open, so went to close it, but not quickly enough before
the much-loved smell pervaded the compartments too.

I sank into the generous and slightly dilapidated middle bench seat, the
smell of smoke mingling with the damp upholstery and the leaking steam
heating system, I loved it. Despite the locomotive noise, I closed my eyes
and promptly fell asleep.

At Cowlairs, the doors were wrenched open and a rowdy crowd of boy scouts
invaded the carriage. They must have come from the Loch Lomond line and
were heading home after a camping trip. I pretended to be fast asleep but I
could see what was happening through my eyelashes. There were two older
respectable looking scoutmasters with them, who chose my compartment and
sat opposite me, the older next to the window. He was about 65. The younger
about 50.  After them pushed and shoved what I knew to be the patrol
leaders and some hangers on. They were aged between 14 and 16. I was 17 at
the time. The older sm was overweight in rugby style, blond curly hair cut
short and a belly; the younger fit and darkly handsome with stubble. All
were wearing the standard baggy khaki shorts with wide legs, of differing
lengths. Some were surprisingly short. The sms had different uniform
identities from the boys. The two men looked me up and down and commented
on me in whispers, but I could hear they were making lewd suggestions about
me.

I had pulled my coat over my lap as they entered the carriage which was
just as well because it covered the stirrings in my groin. The corridor was
crowded with younger boys. Each had a rucksack with mugs etc hanging from
them. A great deal of noise was made as they were slung into the luggage
racks, hats and caps on the hatrack along with a duffle bag belonging to
the younger sm and stowed on the floor so that feet were placed on
top. There was a great deal of horseplay going on, although the SMs
commanded quiet as I was sleeping. They ended up sitting on each other's
laps, and one rather beautiful lad sat on the big SMs lap. After a while,
they started to fool around a bit, and hands stroked crutches, cupped
balls, and even arse cracks which of course were accessible because feet
were raised. . I was surprised to see the big guy drop his hand over the
crotch of the boy on his lap, who wriggled his backside lasciviously
against the man's genitals. The other man lifted the big armrest and moved
closer to his colleague, signalling for more boys to crowd beside him. I
had two boys on either side of me with a boy sprawling on their laps. The
human smells were now mixing headily with the train smells as we gathered
speed. There was the familiar mix of unwashed bodies, bacon fat and the
unmistakeable rancid smell of dried spunk, together with a darker note.

Opposite me next to the corridor, two patrol leaders had settled with a
younger boy, possibly about 10 years old, who had entered holding the hand
of a dark haired brutal looking boy with two day stubble. The boy leapt
onto the laps of the two older scouts, threw his arms around the stubbled
one and began feverishly kissing him, which was returned with passion. They
obviously were in love. As the older guy kissed, he opened the boy's shirt,
slid his hand in, and began to play with the lad's nipples, which brought
stifled moans and much wriggling from his partner. The other lad, who was
thin faced and skinny plunged his hands down the kid's shorts, front and
back and proceeded to wank the boy, and judging by the bouncing lifting of
the buttocks, penetrated him deeply. It was not long before the boy
orgasmed, shivering with pleasure and collapsed, falling immediately
asleep. The dark SM smilingly remarked they had been training their charge
well and asked how many times he'd cummed that day. The answer pronounced
in a gruff working class accent being ten impressed us all. He said the boy
was very eager and wanted all he could get. He was further told by the
other lad in a deep Glasgow accent that the boy was the son of the Minister
of the Church where the pack was based. He further said that they were all
three a wee bit in love. The SM approved mightily of this. The stubble boy
then said that the boy was close to cumming soon and that shorts would have
to be removed to avoid comment at home.

I was now very excited by the open sexuality surrounding me and was pleased
my coat covered my straining erection. Precum was gathering in my foreskin
and beginning to drip down the shaft. I needn't have been shy though as I
could see all the shorts in the compartment were tented and some were
already staining dark, freshening the dried patches which many carried.

I pretended to slump sideways so that my head rested on the shoulder of the
boy next to me who was a well-built sixteen-year-old Patrol Leader with
dark hair in a quiff falling over one eye. He was quietly groping the boy
sitting on top of the three scouts between me and the door. whose legs were
raised, and who was responding enthusiastically.  He shoved me away, but I
fell heavily back with my mouth open, and let me arm fall into his
crotch. He was hard as a rock. His squirming under my weight allowed me to
feel a good-sized cock. He moaned as I shifted my position and stroked his
erection. The younger sm leaned forward and grabbed my hand. I thought he
would remove it, but he used it to stroke the member straining under the
fabric, and as he did so, he pulled the boy's shorts up so that the cock
slid towards the opening. As he gently manipulated my hand, the boy's
bellend began to push out so that my hand was soon wet with precum. I was
now the focus of all eyes in the sweating compartment. As is usual with
teens, it didn't take long for my hand to be soaked in prolific boy cum as
he moaned softly in my ear. The SM took my hand and gently rubbed it over
the face of the boy sitting on the other man's lap, who seemed keen to
taste it all. The fat SM pushed it into his mouth with two fingers. The boy
was obviously brought off by this invasion and bucked, moaned, panted, and
writhed as his spunk wet-stained his short shorts, some trickling onto his
thigh.

The train was slowing now for Bishopriggs. I pretended to wake, and to be
puzzled and a bit shocked by my sticky hand. However, preparations were
being made to disembark, and it was not long before the boys, who had their
own SMs with them, were being marshalled on the platform. The two men did
not disembark but smiled at me in an unmistakeable way then stood at the
door to wave and salute. The free arm of the younger encircled theolder
gy's body and rested on his left buttock. The boy previously next to me was
standing looking straight into our compartment and saluted the two SMs,
leering as he did so, his other hand cupping his balls. In fact, all the
other scouts did the same as we pulled slowly away, the train engine
slipping as we left. The SMs with the pack were younger than my companions
and had boys clinging to either side. The younger, who was an amazingly
handsome redhead with a crew-cut, gestured with his thumb up in the
direction of travel. I was to find out the meaning of this signal later.

Part 2. Bihopriggs to Falkirk High' Scoutmaster Porn

They came back into the compartment, closed the double doors, put the lock
on, and pulled down the blinds. Their bulging crotches were level with my
face, and the smell of their sweat, sex and old semen was heavy. They
didn't touch me however but went back to their places and immediately began
to passionately kiss. I had never seen men kiss before, and my cock thought
it was so hot it almost fluttered in my now wet underwear.

As they kissed, they started to slowly unbutton their shirts, revealing a
big breasted blond chest and a sharply defined intensely hairy black
chest. They were watching me all the time.

I had never seen, nor even imagined gay porn films, but I was to be treated
to a ground-breaking show that evening between Bishopbriggs and Falkirk
High.

As they kissed, they fondled each other's nipples, the dark guy leaning
over and sucking and then biting the other's so that he cried out in pain
and ecstasy, and the tissue began to engorge massively. I had never
imagined nipples which looked like thumbs, but there they were, dripping
saliva and being roughly manipulated to his obvious satisfaction. Their
hands were now expertly unbuttoning each other's shorts and parting them to
reveal not only that they had no underwear but that their big pricks were
wet and dripping. The blond guy's cock rose thick and fat from a nest of
golden curls, which were already wet from copious precum. The dark man's
cock was long and narrow with a big purple head which seemed to have sharp
edges so swollen was it. His pubes were short, possibly trimmed, and jet
back; shining with precum which I could see coursing down the shaft.

As they began to wank each other, they indicated that I should let my
straining wet cock out of its trap, which I hastened to do. I did have
underwear of course, but I pulled it to one side to release the raging
hard-on and the wetness of the whole thing. We wanked feverishly for some
minutes, until I came copiously over the upholstery and the floor. They
laughed.

The dark one now began to play with the other man's big balls, which he
hauled out from the shorts, and began to roll and pinch,. This brought
howls of satisfaction from his partner. Suddenly, he released the scrotum
and slid his hand underneath the big man, who slumped down and widened his
thighs, thrusting upwards as he did so. Now I knew what the underlying
smell of all the scouts was, it was shit! The hairy guy had penetrated the
other with a finger, or possibly more. The howls rose to whimpers of
delight as the penetration continued. I didn't know anything about G spots
then of course, but the dark guy, who I must now call "the top" knew about
it, and how to hit it for a crazed bottom partner.

After a few minutes of thrusting and manipulation, the top withdrew his
fingers and I was shocked to that he had used four fingers, and that they
were slicked with shit and slime. He raised them to his nose, nodded in
satisfaction and licked them. This was so gross, but it was exciting too,
so my cock rose to attention again, and I started to wank again. He now
pushed all four fingers into the bottom's mouth. He eagerly licked on them
and gagged a bit when they slid right back into his throat. Sounds of
pleasure erupted from that very throat.

He quickly lipped over, and the top pulled his shorts down and off one leg
so that they dangled onto the floor. The curly head was now down on the
cushions by the window, and his arse was raised in a way I had not
imagined; his back was curved markedly so that his anus was raised
upwards. He wriggled and begged to be "done". The top immediately shoved
the man's shirt up round his neck. I had never seen an almost naked adult,
wriggling his arse in the air with shit stains round his anus, and almost
came again with the sight of it. But more wonders were to come; the top
began to tongue that dark shitty hole, and I could see it enter into the
hole; He had a long agile tongue and knew what he was doing because a
continuous moan of pleasure came from the mouth muffled in the dusty
figured velvet beneath it. Then the top literally began to eat the man's
hole. He was chewing hard and swallowing. He was eating the shit out of
him. At one point, he raised his head, turned to face me, and smiled. He
pushed the shit on his chin into his mouth and returned to his task.

Now he began to push the four fingers into the eager hole, which swallowed
them all the full length. He then started to push his thumb in too, and I
could see the hole widening to accept the thing. He worked on the G spot
now for some minutes, then to my amazement, began to push in so that his
wrist disappeared into the shit oozing orifice. He fist-fucked the man hard
for a few minutes. He took his arm out of the hole and turned the man's
arse so that I could see into the gape. The edge of the anus was inside
out, purple and distended. I could see right into the man's rectum, its
side pulsing and glossy with precum and liquid shite. Involuntarily, I came
again. I had never come so many times in such a short time, although of
course I wanked up to 8 times a day at that age. The velvet between my
thighs, and the floor between my feet were now covered in thick oozing
spunk.

The bottom now flipped over again and raised his legs in the air. The top
slid forward until his big knob end was at the hole, and the bottom's legs
rested on his shoulders. He forced his way right in in one thrust marked by
a howl of satisfaction from his partner. The top pulled his cock right out
again, its full length brown with shit and pushed it straight back in. He
fucked the guy fiercely for several minutes as I wanked feverishly. Then he
slowed, and withdrew carefully

The both lay down then with each other's cocks in their mouths and began to
suck and slobber, until they both cried out in mutual orgasm. They sat up
and turned towards me. Smiling. The bottom got up and shuffled toards me
and bent to kiss me> I closed my mouth and tried to avoid it, but he too
quick and stron for me, and I had his full rugby player strength force his
moth onto mne

I had never been kissed by a man, but my first kiss was to be with an
insistent man whose mouth was full of the spunk of another; s and who
traded it with me as my mouth was engulfed by his, and his togue filled me
up, until I found myself swallowing the oyster flavoured viscosity with
ecstasy. My tongue played with his as we both took the copious top's spunk.

The top was watching all this as he played with his shitty cum covered
cock. He came forward, and grabbed me by the shoulders and clamped his
mouth on mine. His lips were harderand I could feel his teeth too; however,
it was the taste of the bottom's shit wahich took my breath ayw. The
nixture of shit and cum was disgusting, but somehow very arousing, and we
exchanged the glatinous mix for some time before we both swallowed.

Both men then held my head as I sat, and the top pushed his stinking cock
between my lips. The other man than used his strength to open my mouth and
held it open so wide it hurt so that the disgusting length of the top's
pick could enter me. I couldn't bite as it slid back and forth. I gagged a
lot, but he knew when to withdraw. Gradually I began to experience
strangely strong sexual excitement. I was being facefucked by an adult man
in a train compartment, and I was liking it. My penis was engorging again,
as was his, and soon we both came; me on the floor, and him right down my
throat. Fuck! I was a cocksucker!

Part 3; Falkirk High to Edinburgh Waverley; Muscleman and fast tracking

They both held me and softly kissed me, fondling me as I subsided into
their arms. This was another side to man love., but it was not to last for
long. was slowing now for its last stop before Haymarket and Waverley. When
it stopped there was a knock on the corridor glass. The top got up, and to
my surprise, pushed aside the blind and unlocked the door. He held the
blind to one side. In the corridor was a bulky dark image of a man.

The doors parted to reveal a god. Another SM, without kerchief, shirt
already open to his waist to reveal a chest made for sculpture. This huge
man obviously built his body every day. He had a bull-neck to match,
although he would have been about 35. He smiled at me, then turned to lock
the door as we started to move. I could see the powerful slope from his
huge shoulders to his narrow waist. Tight shorts outlined the most
beautiful tight muscled buttocks I had ever seen. This man was "Charles
Atlas" in person!

He had a beautiful body, but his face had obviously suffered from years of
boxing bouts. His lips and nose were scarred. His mouth had been big before
the beating it had obviously taken, too big for his face. The broken nose
lent a sinister aspect, but his eyes were shining, and his eyelashes
surprisingly long. His chest was baby smooth, darkly tanned, and glistened
with some oil.

He cam towards me, reabbed me by the shoulders and brught me to my
feet. His mouth descended fiefrcely on mine. He commented approvingly of
what he could taste as he devoured me, holding me closely against him,
pulling my head down to his. The two naked men pressed closely against me,
letting their hands roam over my tensed boy. The new guy then plunged his
other hand in through my flies, wanking me feverishly so that I bucked and
shuddered in his iron grip. He then quickly oved his hand under my balls,
and brought a finger to my arsehole. At this, I started to struggle, but
the other two held me still. The finger circled my tightly closed anus, and
then began inexorably to enter me. I yelled into the man's mouth, and
struggled to get away from the thing entering my most private
place. However, he quickly pshed forward, causing a searing pain until he
found what he was looking for, and my whole body shivered in sexual
vibration.

They all noow held me still as I tried to escape. Sombody pulled my cavalry
twill trousers down, took off my smart tan slipons and threw them in a
corner; the wight of the keys and cash in my pocket caused the trouserts to
slip to the floor with a crash. Next was my FP jacket which they yanked off
me and threw to join the other clothing. They yanked at my nylon shirt,
several buttons flying in all directions and threw it down on the bench
beside me. They lifted the armrests on that side. The top took a scout
knoif out of his duffle bag and slit mt string vest from bottom to top. He
then slit my boxer shorts from left leg to waistband. Causing a flap of
material to drop exposing my throbbing erection. They turned me round and
made admiring noises. I was good looking and jad a beautiful body, which
they proveeded to fondle whilst my the muscle man continued to kiss me and
use my g spot. I was shuddering from this impact when I suddenly came
vuilently, shotting onto the bottom's thighs. He wiped in onto his fingers
and ate it greedily.

Now they threw me down on the bench seat. The top tok over my mouth, and to
my horror the bottom lifted my legs and getting up on all foourse, began to
lik my arsehole. He licked and then chewed, stopping from time to time to
finger my G spot. I was exhausted from my orgasm, and didn't struggle as I
was held there. I could just see past the top's head that muscleman was
quickly stripping. Naked, he was beautiful; a powerfuk boydream of a
man. He now took a phial from the duffle bag, and replace the top as
kisser. The top now turned his attention to my knob, which quickly rose to
ful mast again as he worked skilfpoully on it.

Muscleman took the top off the phial, and quickly poured the bitter viscous
contents iinto my mouth, using his mouth and tongue to make sure I sawlloed
it.

It was foul, but I could instantly feel my body begin to relax, my
strggling ceased and the sensations of sex began to dominate me.

The bottom made approving remarks, and I could feel that he was pushing
more than one finger into me. On being asked how I was doing, he said that
fouir were in to the hilt. I gasped and bucked, but not with pain, with
overwhelming pleasure. Muscleman now replaced his mouth with the end of his
circumcised knob. He widped the copious precum over my lips, and then
plunged the whole thing into me, and into my throat. I didn;'t gag, iot
just went straight in.

He was very excited, and came quickly. I didn't taste it. It went straight
down into my stomach. Next, he squatted above my face and lowered his
hairless bum so that I could smell his crack, rubbing it on my nose. In the
meantime, the top had taken over arse duties, and informed the others that
he had got entry for his whole hand. I was aware that my body had been
invaded, and that hy nose was stuffed up the arsehole above me., but I was
losing consciousness. During the next twenty minutes, I was fisted,
facefucked, had my mouth used and filled with cum, was double-fucked, and
came helplessly and copiously several times. I was drifting in an out of
consciousness, but was dimly aware of their cries of orgasm, and mine, and
the tastes of different spunks.

They all hurriedly dressed, then put my trousers, jacket and coat on
stuffing my shirt into the duffel bag. I could dimly feel the icy coldness
of cum sticking to my clothing, and the wetness in my trousers and the
bunched up wreck of my underpants. As we drew into Haymarket, top and
bottom sat beside me supporting my slumping body. At Waverley, the top
stayed with me until the others returned with a luggage trolley on which
were piled their rucksacks. They dragged me out of the train and propped me
up against the bags, Muscleman holding my securely as I was pushed to the
gate.

Part 4 Waverley. Whoredome beckons

I heard the ticket inspector remark through sniggers that I hadn't smoothed
my Brylcreem properly. Topman then ran his fingers through my quiff, and
pushed them into my mouth. The inspector guffawed, appreciating this
gesture. Bottom then went off to get a taxi, choosing a pre-war model from
the queue. They asked me for my address and whether I lived alone, which at
that time I did, and told the driver. They bundled me onto the back
seat. As we got to Princes Street muscleman leant over and kissed me. He
and the bottom had their hands inside my undone trousers, and were groping
my soaking cock and balls and slipping in and out of my sticky gaping
hole. The top stood, undid his flies and wanking his cock, dripping cum
stuffed it into my willing mouth. I could see the driver watching in his
mirror, but he made no comment.

When we arrived, he helped to carry me up the stairs to the bedroom. I had
a double bed which they threw me onto. The driver came over, took his cock
out, turned my head and face fucked me. He came quickly. He left then with
their luggage. By this time, they were all three naked and used me
mercilessly for the next hour when they said they had to go home to their
wives. During that "training period" they frequently commented that I
learning fast and obviously wanted everything they could give me. They
frequently called me whore. I was left exhausted, covered in cum. They had
inserted a dildo with chains attached to a waste strap which I was not to
take off, even when bathing. I realised that I wanted more of all of
this. I craved cock, I wanted to be filled up completely, I wanked my
myself to sleep. I had become a compliant slut.

Whoredom Arrives!

Next morning, I was woken at 11.00 by the taxi driver standing naked by my
bed. He flung back the covers and as I eagerly pushed my mouth down his
long erect cock, observed what a good job they had made of my whore
training, sniffing and gently tracing the crusty deposits all over my body.
He unbuckled the dildo belt, pulled my legs up so that my arse was in the
air, and removed the big plug, commenting on the generous load which I
could feel draining between my buttocks. I felt empty and begged to be
filled again, which he quickly did with his whole hand. There was no
resistance, and plenty of lube as he plumbed me expertly. My senses were
now fully awakened, and I could feel everything he was doing to my
rectum. I was in heaven, moaning and begging for more.  I exploded all over
the place, spunk spattering on my belly, chest and chin, and on his
thigh. He wiped it off himself and pushed it past his cock into my mouth,
leaving the fingers there, wanking himself in my mouth as I deep-throated
him.

He came long and loud, deep into my throat. Then he pushed the dildo back
and secured it, found my shoes and put them on, found my coat and asking me
to stand, wrapped it round me. This was my first test was all he would say.

He drove me east for some time, as I slept. Our destination was a heavily
defended prison. A smartly dressed man in a shiny blue suit and a prison
guard in his bum-freezer navy blue thick serge outside uniform met me at
the gate, and escorted me inside. After many gates and more guards, who
were very deferential to the suited man calling him "guvnor", we arrived in
a tiled room with a barred gate on one side. It was heated, but the walls
were cold. The floor was stone. The suited man introduced himself as the
governor. I had a huge urge to ask them if I could suck them off, but in a
moment, clashing gates heralded the approach of three men. Eventually two
other guards stood behind the grille with a third man between them. He was
almost as tall as me but built like the proverbial shithouse. His prison
uniform was stretched over his chest, belly and thighs. His head was
shaved. He looked like a stoker, which indeed he turned out to be. He
licked his lips when he saw me waiting. He murmured something about the
Nancy boy he'd asked for. The grille slid open and they
entered. Immediately, he came up to me, and pushing my coat apart, folded
my body in his vice-like grip. He lifted me effortlessly, and held me
horizontally so that my coat fell heavily onto the floor. I was naked, and
my obviously eager prick stood straight up. One of the guards came forward
and said he had 10 minutes. One undid the dildo belt and removed it from my
arsehole. I was feverish with excitement. What did this mean? He sniffed me
all over and remarking that a god job had been done, began to lick me all
over, chewing on my nipples, appreciating the tase and smells. He worked
his way down to my crotch, licked my crusty balls, and suddenly clamped his
big mouth on my hard cock. And started a fierce suction. He was strong
everywhere including his mouth and throat. As he sucked, he moved his hand
down my body, and forced his way into my gaping hole. He fist fucked me and
brought me off quicky, spitting my cum over my naked chest and my face. All
four men in the room now had their cocks out and were watching and wanking.

One of the guards now shucked my shoes and told the prisoner to fuck me. He
lifted me up against his big body. The guard undid his trousers which slid
down exposing an enormously thick cock, like the proverbial beer can. To my
surprise and obvious pleasure, he kissed me full tongue for a minute then
let me slide down his body until I was impaled on the thick hard prick. He
then moved quickly so that my naked buttocks and shoulders were slammed
against the tiled wall. The cold made me yell, but I was hot as hell for
this big fucker. He fucked like a rabbit for 3 minutes, yelling obscenities
and threats of violence, which made me even hotter for him. The guards were
now crowded round us, and when he suddenly came, gushing gout after gout of
spunk into my willing cunt, he folded his huge arm round my throat and
began to squeeze. The four men were all now orgasming watching what was
happening to me. Spunk spattered all round and onto my legs. I was losing
consciousness and found the choking indescribably ecstatic. I had never
felt my cock so big and hard and I cam again, my cum pasting his belly.

All three guards now manhandled the prisoner, pulling his huge arm away
from my throat. Two of them marched him out of the cell, and I slumped to
the floor in a pool of spunk.

I came-too in the back seat of a luxurious chauffeur driven car. The
"guvnor" was cradling me and rubbing my soaking body gently. I needed to
suck him and did so , as he told me the prisoner's story. During this
journey I learned what I later knew as "edging". Every time his balls
swelled, he started to pant, and his cock became harder than ever, he
commanded me to stop, went on with his story and then asked me to take his
by now flaccid tube in my mouth again. This happened four times on the
journey.  The big fucker had been for years a serial rapist and sometimes
killer of young men; which had been discovered when he chose a passenger on
his own ship as a victim, end threw him overboard after raping him
repeatedly and subjecting him to dreadful violence. Instead of vanishing in
the Firth, the body washed up on an outer island.

The ship had a small number of first class cabins with their own
steward. The steward told us that he had seen the lad, who was the son of
an island lawyer, a well-known rugby player from a top Edinburgh boarding
school go for a shower at about midnight with just a towel round his waist.
The steward had for years lusted after this boy, but he had made clear the
man was not his type and that he preferred guys like the two stokers. The
steward didn't see the boy return, and about 2 am he checked the cabin. The
door was unlocked and the cabin empty. He noticed that the door into the
engine room was unlocked and shifting slightly in the swell. The steward
descended until he could see into the stokehold, and there was the lead
stoker, our man, stripped to the waist and working hard. His mate was
sleeping on the mattress against the bulkhead. The second stoker said he
had worked until half past one. His mate didn't come for a rest after 11 as
he usually did. The towel was never found.

When, just as I was expecting another "edge", the governor told me the
stoker was to be hanged the following morning, and I had been his last
request, he yelled in ecstasy came copiously down my throat and I made sure
there were no stains on his suit.

We had arrived at my place. The driver slid back the tinted glass panel and
there was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He had a beard! Now in
those days, beards were hardly ever seen except on Navy men which he turned
out to be. To top it all, this beauriful man with thee smiling hazel eyes
had hair of Hebrides red; that beauriful mix of red and brown like the boy
I jhad fanclied most at school.

He got out of the car and opened the door on my side. He was wearing a
version of the prtison guard's unfirm, a bum-freezer with jodhpurs tucked
into shiny claf length brown boots. His cap was Military, and he had medal
stripes on his breast pocket. I almost fainted from lust, and fell in love
immediately. He gave the "guvnor" a battered leather briefcase, and
indicated he should do up his flies. The reply was that he had 10 minutes.

He heaved me out of the car. I was still unsteady, so he helped me up the
staitrs in the urine and gas smeeing stair well. The flet was unlocked of
course. He took me straight into the bedroom, took my coat off and started
to kiss me. The sensation of kissing a bbearded man was overwhelming. He
told meto lie on my back, and, still kissing me undid the dildo strap,
fucking me a bit with it before dropping it on the floor. He then moved to
my arse, and skillfully ate out the mix of shit and spunk oozing from
me. He then kissed me again. I was loving that mix of tastes by now. He
then pulled my legs up and put so that my anus was pointin to the ceiling
and, pushed his long knob straight in whilst standing, and bending to kiss
me. He only undid his flies, so I didn;'t get the chance to see his
beautifully formed body.

He came quickly right into my whore cunt, got off the bed, and said I was a
beautiful boy, and we'd meet again. In fact he became my first male
lover. We saw each other very regularly for years, until I got engaged. He
said he could share with all the many pricks I had serviced, but not with a
woman.



That prison visit of course was just the beginning of my whoredom, every
minute of which I enjoyed!

Muscleman ran a professional boxing club and boy's club in Leith. Topman
was the supervisor at the Leith Walk tram depot, and Bottom man was a
supervisor of uniformed men at the GPO, including the telegraph boys. Their
Scout troops were based, respectively in Leith, Abbeyhill and Portobello.

A telegraph boy regularly delivered my instructions when to be ready, often
a hunky older boy chosen by my GPO Master. The first time the "boy" was my
age, powerfully built with a boxer's face. I was to see him at the Leith
club later. He asked if there was an answer, with a very sexy look on his
face. I said not, but he still stood in the hall. He moved towards me, and
kissed me full on the mouth, then, still kissing me, dropped his trousers
and pushed me on my knees. It was a quick job, but he came copiously all
over my face. This often happened. They all must have known about me.

Seldom more than once a week, the driver then took me to be used by various
men regularly at each destination. The driver sometimes took me to a
taximan's "rest" near Calton Hill under the cliffs where he and his
colleagues had fun with me. The ticket inspector and other Waverley staff
were often there to use me.

My chauffeur lover also sent telegrams to be picked up for long sessions in
his office. He sometimes took me to prisons in the area, and watched as I
was used by guards, prisoners, and sometimes both. The intimacy in sex was
mind -blowing.

Muscleman offered services in Leith for ship crews. The Spanish and Russian
ships were regular users of his offerings. This was the first time I was
paid; he stuffed banknotes into my hand after a very hot session with
Russians who smelled of timber.

Eventually I was invited to a party at the brothel in St Bernard's
Crescent. The madame instantly took a shine to and took me in hand. She
stripped me naked, admired me, and gave me a backless jockstrap which
pushed my genitals between my thighs. She then produced a slinky black
dress for me and led me to meet the other girls. I was fucked several times
that night and earned quite a bit of money. The men all knew I was a boy of
course. I never however got used to the discomfort of my erect knob in the
g string.

This was still going on when I married. They never came back to my flat
after the first visit.