Date: Sun, 05 Dec 2021 17:36:52 +0000 From: alan-kelp Subject: Frank's Holiday Cottage-1 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. Please donate to nifty.org (https://donate.nifty.org). It is the only way to keep this site up and running. Gay - Adult-Youth: M+/t, oral, anal - - - - - Frank's Holiday Cottage - Part 1 On the day in question, I was heading south-east from Langdon to Brydon Brook on my clapped-out old bicycle. All I could think of was getting to the nudist camp. I would hide among the bushes and watch the nudists playing tennis. All the old nudists, with their fat bellies and wrinkled arses, were a complete turn off, but I had to endure these sights or I wouldn't get to see the young boys and their trim arses and sexy cocks. At 14 years old, I really liked to see other teenage boys in the nude. I was cycling along a narrow country lane when suddenly the heavens opened up and down came the rain. The mud-covered tarmac got slippery real quick, so I got off my bicycle and began to push. My trainers were slip-sliding all over the place as I pushed my bicycle along the wet and muddy lane. I then heard a noise in the distance and turned to see a large van coming along the lane. The van pulled up alongside me and stopped. "Wotcha, son," said a man in his late 30s. "Need a lift out of this muddy hole?" "Yes, I sure do," I said, with a thankful smile on my face. "Where you heading?" "To Frank's holiday cottage," said the man sitting next to the driver. "Wanna come?" "Put your bike in the back and climb in, son," said the driver. "There's a couple of dogs in the back," said the man sitting next to the driver, "so be careful where you put that bike." So, there I was, one wet and muddy teenager stuck in the middle of nowhere. The dogs growled as I stashed my bicycle in the van and shut the back doors. I then climbed into the back of the crew cab and stretched out on the bench seat. The construction van was large and warm, so I was glad that the two men had picked me up on their way to Brydon Forest. Apparently, Frank, the driver, owned a holiday cottage that wasn't too far from the nudist camp. The two men were from Cardiff, and used the cottage on a regular basis. They were both keen anglers, and fished as a team. "What's your name, son?" Frank asked. "Alan," I replied. "So, Alan," Derek said, "you're on your way to the nudist camp. I bet you go there a lot, am I right?" "Yes," I said. "But I'm not a nudist, I just cut the grass and do odd jobs around the place." "C'mon, Alan," Frank said, ignoring my feeble grass cutting lie. "Take those wet things off. You'll catch your death if you don't. A friend of mine went down with pneumonia and didn't last a month, so get your kit off." "Yes," Derek said, as he turned up the cab's heater. "Take those wet and muddy clothes off." I tried to ignore their incessant nagging, but soon found myself in just my underwear. The two men were very good at talking me out of my clothes with their well-meaning concern for my health. "You look pretty good in those white briefs, Alan," Derek said. "So, let's see what you look like as a nudist." "What! In here?" I said. "Yes," Frank said. "A nudist like you should be used to showing off your naughty bits." "No! No! I'm not a nudist," I said, as Derek reached out and grabbed my briefs. The playful tussle between Derek and myself saw my briefs fall to the floor. I then spent some time stroking my rigid cock, simply to stop Derek from doing it for me. ~ ~ ~ Frank's cottage was more like a lodge, and sure had the touch of men about it. There was a large TV, a nice bar, and lot of leather chairs. The cottage-cum-lodge was at the end of a dead-end lane, and its garden bordered a fast-flowing river. "Get the bike and the dogs out of the van, Del," Frank said. "And wash them down with that hosepipe." The two Rottweilers, Diesel and Gunner, were boisterous heavyweights, but very well trained. "Do you want me to wash you down out here, Alan?" Derek asked. "Or would you prefer to use Frank's bathroom?" "Frank's bathroom," I replied. "It's way too cold out here." Frank showed me to the bathroom and handed me a bar of soap. "Have a real good clean up, Alan," he said, smiling. "There'll be two hard-standing cocks to play with today, apart from yours, so you're gonna have your work cut out. Are you still a virgin?" "What, like up the arse virgin?" I asked. "A couple of old nudists humped me last summer. They fucked me at both ends during the school holidays. And they promised to do the same this year. So no, I'm not a virgin." "I knew it," Frank said. "I said to Del that you'll be down on your knees in no time at all. So, get yourself nice and clean, boy." My mind was racing now; here I was, in the middle of nowhere with two men I had just met. Frank was telling me to get down on my knees in the bathroom; and his friend was waiting for me to suck his cock, and probably bend over for him as well. After a good wash, I dropped to my knees and stared up at Frank. "Suck my cock, Alan," he said. "And don't hold back!" I was now in Frank's bathroom with a seven-inch cock in my mouth, and I was loving it. I was giving the cock so much attention, and hoping that Derek could hear me in the next room. "Well, sport," Frank said. "You've now become our cock-sucking bitch. That means you remain naked for the rest of the day; suck cock at any time; and take it up the arse when required. Is that clear?" Taking a breath, I reached up with one hand and took hold of Frank's hairless ball-sac, and then nodded my head. "Keep sucking on that stem, bitch," he said, as he gently stroked my blond hair. "You're a good-looking boy, Alan. I think we've found a willing and compliant bitch-boy today. Am I right?" I nodded my head again as I tried to get the most out of Frank's rock-hard cock. He was right, I was a willing and compliant bitch-boy, with a liking for dominant men and their cocks. As he rammed his cock into my mouth, I began to gag. I gasped for air as he began to face-fuck me. I reached up and grabbed hold of his hips, so as to steady myself. He soon climaxed and shot his load down my throat - there was far too much for me to swallow in one go. So there I was, still trying to swallow his spunk, with some running down my chin and falling onto my bare, hairless chest. After a few minutes, I got up and washed my face and chest, and then headed back to the main room with Frank. Derek didn't take any notice of me, or my fully erect cock. "Well, Del," Frank said. "Our little friend wants to thank us properly for all our hospitality, before he walks down the lane in the nude." I looked at Frank and gulped. The fucker was going to kick me out of the cottage, and make me walk home in the nude. "No need to thank us, Alan," Derek said. "We'll keep your bike and clothes. That's all the thanks we need." "Give us a little dance, Alan," Frank said. "Nothing too fancy. Just wiggle your arse and make your dick bob up and down. If you do well, you might be able to stay and play." I was no dancer, but I didn't want to walk home in the nude, so I gave it my best shot. "Good boy," Derek said. "Now play with your nipples and swing your hips. Let's see you turn us on." I did my best to comply as Derek and Frank began to undress. I knew I wanted this, from the very moment I got into the van and saw the two muscular hunks. Of course, Frank's cock was bigger than Derek's; however, no one would ever say "no" to Derek's uncut stem. I wiggled aimlessly about as the two men took charge of my weak and willing body. They tweaked my nipples, squeezed my thighs, and slapped my "skinny arse". "So, if he drops to his knees and starts sucking cock," Derek said. "No one is going to chuck him out in the rain. Am I right?" I didn't wait for an answer. I took hold of Frank's cock and quickly swallowed Derek's. "He's a quick learner," Frank said, laughing. ~ ~ ~ Some ten minutes later, I was hauled to my feet and bent over the arm of a leather chair. "Spread your legs, Alan," Frank said. "Your arse is about to be fucked by your elders and betters." I did as I was told. "He's real tight down here," Frank said, as he fingered my arsehole. "Let's get that little bottle the amyl nitrite out. That'll loosen him up a bit." Frank opened the bottle of amyl nitrite and waved it under my nose. My head began to swim the instant the vapour hit my sinuses. "That's it, boy," Frank said. "You relax and let us do all the hard work. Just think of your arsehole as another mouth." "So, open wide and get ready to entertain your new friends," Derek added. I felt warm and relaxed, and quite out of it. The vapour coming from the small bottle smelt peculiar, but I didn't care. I thought I was floating in mid-air, and could see, in my mind's eye, my anus opening up to suck in a man-size cock. I then thought I could hear yelling and screaming in the far distance as the pain overwhelmed me. I then blacked out for a few minutes. My arsehole was rewarded fourfold that afternoon. The two men made a real fuss of me, especially when they were taking photographs of me being licked into shape. My battered arse was off limits for several days after that visit to Frank's cottage. Derek and Frank promised to pencil me in for another arse-fucking session the following Saturday. They were going to invite a few like-minded friends along to broaden my horizons. My excitement couldn't wait for the promised "gang-bang", so I hung around the nudist camp and kept a lookout for the two nudists that had fucked me last year. Unfortunately, they were nowhere to be seen. A father and son did spot me spying on them during a tennis match. They invited me back to their rooms and sucked my hard-standing cock. Roy, the father, enjoyed sucking teenage cock, but he wasn't into fucking teenage arse. Bobby, his son, was a horny 13-year-old. He listened to my Derek and Frank story with impish glee, but then wouldn't stop talking about it. I decided to keep away from Bobby, the indiscreet chatterbox - a few words in the wrong ears could scupper my relationship with Derek and Frank.