Date: Tue, 07 Nov 2023 14:39:41 +0000 From: Kevin Mason Subject: Frank's Todger 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). Gay / Adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/t - - - - - Frank's Todger The first time I saw a man's cock was in 1962. I was 13 years old at the time, with a shock of blond hair that made me look like a girl. I recall standing at the urinals in the Gents toilets, alongside a tall, slim man in his early 30s. I had seen him in the local park the week before, in the company of a blond boy from Elm Park School. We both stood at the urinals in total silence, while I peed and he fumbled with his flies. Initially, I thought he had finished peeing and was simply putting his cock away. However, we both continued to stand there, while I looked furtively sideways and he turned slightly to his left, to show off his enormous cock. In an instant, I was mesmerized by his uncut length. I just couldn't believe how big it was. I now stared blatantly at the cock as it grew bigger in the man's hand. I had stopped peeing, but still I couldn't take my eyes off the bulbous cock-head and heavily veined stem. "Do you like my todger, boy?" the man asked, smiling. "It's nice and big, and real stiff. So go on, give it a feel." I just stood there, completely mesmerized. I so wanted to touch the man's "todger" but I was far too scared. Anyone could just walk in and catch me holding his cock. I would die of shame if such a thing happened. Reading my mind, the man said, "No one is going to see you touch it, except us two. The gravel path outside the toilet block will let us know if we're going to have company." The man was absolutely right - the scrunch of shoe leather on gravel would definitely give us a lot of warning. "C'mon, boy," he continued. "You know you want to touch it. And just think! This might be your only chance to do so." I was so tempted to reach out and take hold of his enormous todger, but still I hesitated. "It's really big," I said, "and so..." "Stiff," he interrupted. "So, grab hold of it while it's still rock-hard." I just couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I put my hand out and gently fingered the shiny, bulbous cock-head. "That's it, boy," he swooned. "Run those little fingers up and down my todger. Make it tingle and shudder." The magic emanating from the man's wand kept my hand firmly attached to his hard-standing length. I was now hooked, and he knew it. "What's your name, boy?" he asked. "Mine's Frank, but most people call me incorrigible." "Kevin," I answered. "Kevin Mason." "Well, Kevin. Are you gonna be my todger's new toucher and taster?" he asked. "You certainly have the look of a good toucher and taster, and I'm famous for picking the right boy for the right job." "Taster?" I queried. "Yep," he replied. "You touch the todger first, and then you open your mouth and lick it, before sucking on it like an ice-lolly." "I'm not doing that," I said. "Did that other boy play with it like that?" "Other boy?" he queried. "Oh, you mean Danny. The blond boy I was with in the park last week. Yep, he loves sucking cock." I looked down at Frank's cock and tried to imagine the boy sucking on its rigid length. "He likes to play with my ball-bag as well," Frank continued. "He's an avid cock-sucker; and I taught him everything he knows. In fact, he's sucking on a cock right now." "Really!" I said, wide-eyed. "Is it as big as yours?" "Yep," he answered, "and just as stiff." "I don't mind touching it with my fingers," I said. "But I don't want to lick it like an ice-lolly. Not now, anyway." "No probs," he said. "You just play with it for as long as you want. And don't forget to play with my ball-bag as well." Frank didn't try to touch my four-inch cock during our little get-together that day, even thought it was sticking out of my short trousers and begging for some attention. He also didn't ask me to wank him off to completion. No, he just let me explore every inch of his cock and ball-sac with my inquisitive fingers. ~ ~ ~ It only took Frank a few days to get me to suck on his cock at the urinals, as he slowly wanked me off to completion. I was then seen walking beside him in the park on a regular basis, in place of Danny. We would stop off at the park keeper's hut and have a chat with George, the parkie. During these chats, the door remained locked as I sat on George's lap with my cock out. Frank usually knelt on the floor in front of us, and helped the old man bring me off to an earth-shattering climax. He also liked to suck on my cock during these lunchtime sessions, as did George. Some three weeks later I was invited to visit George's third-floor flat, which overlooked the north side of the park, to have a sex romp with George, Frank and another man named Brian. My heart was thumping like a drum when I reached the third floor and rang George's doorbell. I had decided to wear my ordinary Saturday clothes, just in case my parents became suspicious - I really wanted to wear my smart, trendy clothes, but George cautioned me against the idea, saying that it might set off some alarm bells in my mum's head. "Right on time," George said, as he stood in the open doorway and beckoned me inside. "Brian likes to play 79 with a new boy. It's a card game like Rummy, but you win or lose clothes, not money." "That sounds like fun," I said, smiling. "I'm useless at playing cards, so I'll be starkers in no time at all." "But then you'll have to do a whole lot of forfeits to get your clothes back." "That sounds like fun, too," I said, taking off my bomber jacket and handing it to the old man, who hung it up with the other coats in the hallway. We then entered the living-room, as Brian and Frank came walking in from the kitchen. Brian was a little bigger than Frank, but nowhere near as good-looking. "So, you wanna play a game of 79, boy?' Frank asked. "Yes," I replied, smiling. "And you don't mind playing for clothes?" Brian asked. "No, that'll be fine," I replied, as a quiver of raw excitement made my cock twitch in anticipation. It soon became clear that I was being hustled out of my clothes big time, by players that really knew how to leave an opponent with nothing to win. I was soon down to my short trousers and Y-fronts, and had just lost another game. "That's a double whammy," George said. "The ace counts against you twice, so you owe me a pair of trousers and whatever you're wearing underneath them." I put my cards down and unbuttoned my trousers, whilst the three fully dressed men watched my every move. My hard-standing cock sprang up and out of my Y-fronts as I slipped them off in front of the three boy-lovers. "That's a nice looking cock," Brian said, as he put his hand on my arse and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Well, you lose, Kevin," George said. "So, you're gonna have to win back your clothes with a few sexy forfeits." "There's bound to be some good forfeit ideas in that album you showed us last night, George," Brian said. "Good idea," George said. "Kevin can peruse each and every photograph, and see how forfeits are done properly." I sat on the sofa, with Brian on my left and Frank on my right, and waited for George to retrieve the album from the sideboard. The first photograph featured Danny, the boy from the park, being fucked by Brian and Frank. He was stark-bollock-naked, as were the two men, and sucking on Frank's cock, while Brian humped his bony arse. My cock twitched with excitement as I studied several close-ups of Danny gagging on cock and being rear-ended by Brian's stem. "Do you like the photographs, Kev?" George asked. "Oh, yes," I replied, as I studied several more snaps of Danny being spit-roasted between the two men. "They're truly awesome." "We fucked him for a good two hours," Brian said, as he took hold of my left hand and placed it over his groin. "Could you handle a session like that, Kev?" Frank asked, as he took hold of my right hand and cupped it over his groin. "Oh, yes," I replied, as the two men encouraged me to play with their cocks. "I could handle three cocks like that, for three or four hour." "Such bravado," George said to his two friends. "I bet he could handle a dozen cocks, once we break him in." I smiled as George lit up a joint and passed it round. I'd never smoked anything like marijuana before, so I felt the effect immediately. Brian then kissed me, with his tongue inside my mouth, as he took hold of my cock and squeezed it real hard. Meanwhile, George had produced a camera from behind the sofa and was capturing Brian's French kiss on film. He then stood back to snap me being encouraged, with a friendly slap across the arse, to suck cock. I was now on the sofa, on all-fours, with Frank's cock in my mouth and my arse up in the air, in Brian's face. The marijuana was making me feel real sexy, so Brian took the opportunity to finger my arsehole, using a little Vaseline to ease the way. "Can he take a length, Brian?" George asked. "Yes, but he needs cleaning out first," Brian replied. "So, let's give our young guest a quick enema before we fuck his brains out," George said, laughing. So long story short, I was taken into the bathroom and given an enema, via a shower hose. The experience wasn't much fun, but within ten minutes I was back in the living-room and ready for cock. The three men were now stark-bollock-naked and raring to go. So, I continued to suck on Frank's cock as Brian finger-fucked me with two fingers. "Do you want to hump him first, Frank?" Brian asked, removing his fingers from my arsehole. "Too right I do," Frank replied, as he pulled my head up and forced me to stop sucking cock. The two men then positioned me on my back, with my head resting on one arm of the sofa. "Have you been fucked before, Kev?" George asked, as he knelt down to get a better shot with the camera. "No, never," I replied, as my legs were raised up and spread apart by Frank. "It might hurt a bit," Frank said, "but you can take it. A big boy like you won't want me to stop halfway through." "No, the pain won't last long," Brian added. "And then you'll be begging for lots of cock." Frank held my legs apart as Brian smeared a little more Vaseline on my anus, before smearing some over his friend's cock. "You look fantastic, boy," George said. "That ribcage looks so awesome, and that sunken belly pit..." "And don't forget his ball-bag and stiffy, George," Brian interrupted. "Get a close-up of them before Frank fucks him." Frank began to rub his cock-head against my anus, as George encouraged him to, "go in deep and fuck him hard." Jeez! Brian's fingers hadn't prepared me for Frank's first push. I felt as though he was splitting me in two. The man loomed over me as he slowly lanced me with his eight-inch cock. I began to groan as his cock eased itself in to my inner sanctum. It was then that Brian's cock suddenly appeared in front of my face. The man clearly wanted me to suck on his manhood, so I opened my mouth and sucked in his shiny cock-head. Frank was gradually getting every inch of his cock inside my 13-year-old body. "Is he tight?" Brian asked. "Yep, real tight," Frank said. "The boy's arse is ultra-tight." "That's it, you two," George said. "Get those cocks deep inside our new bum-boy." I felt wonderfully seedy, and so slutty, as George's camera captured me being used by the two men. "Now, breathe in, Kevin," Brian said, as he thrust his cock down my throat. I panicked and gagged, and spluttered spittle all over his cock. This seemed to excite him even more. "Breathe in through your nose, boy," George said, as Brian thrust forward again. This time I managed to take in the cock without gagging. "Good boy," George continued. "Just keep breathing in through your nose, while Brian fucks your throat." I now had the hang of it. So Brian began to fuck my throat properly. Meanwhile, Frank was power-fucking my arse with his eight-inch stem. "I'm almost there, George," he said. "So get the camera lined up for my big finish." "No worries there," George replied. Frank's cock pulsed inside me, and then started flooding my inner sanctum with spunk. I felt spurt after spurt of warm spunk leave the man's ball-sac. "I'm there now, George," Brian said, as he thrust forward and released his load into my mouth. I began to choke as the seed shot down my throat. "Drink it all down, boy," George said. "It's chock-full of vitamins." Eventually, Brian and Frank pulled out, which gave George the perfect opportunity to hand Brian the camera and step into the breach. His cock was smaller than Frank's, so it slipped in with ease. "Grab those hips and fuck him hard, George," Frank said. "He's the best fuck I've had all week." George slapped my arse, grabbed my hips and fucked me for a good ten minutes. I was huffing and puffing like an old steam engine by the time he shot his load. Jeez! An hour ago I was an anal virgin, but now I'd taken two cocks up the arse. I collapsed and tumbled onto the floor after the fuck-fest, and lay alongside the three men. "Can we show the photographs to our friends, Kev?" George asked. "Yeah, why not," I replied, smiling. "He's such a tart," Frank said, as he grabbed hold of my cock and began wanking me off. "What if our friends want to meet you in person; would you be up for that, Kev?" George asked. "Yeah, why not," I replied. "The more the merrier." I know for a fact the photographs were seen by hundreds of men over the following years; but alas, I was only fucked by a fraction of that number.