Date: Fri, 01 Mar 2024 19:08:43 +0000 From: Kevin Webster Subject: Gregor's Bum-Boy All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between an adult male and a teenage boy. Read no further if you are under the age of 18 or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org Gay / Adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/t - - - - - Gregor's Bum-Boy I met Gregor in 1963, when I was 14 years old. I would wank off in the school toilets most weekdays, and then in bed at night. Also, I would wank off in the park's toilet block on the way home from school - I got a real thrill from checking out the graffiti on the cubical doors and walls, and enjoyed poking my cock through a hole between cubical two and three. I would fantasize about who might see my cock and grab it, and then lick it into shape. Usually, just the thought of being sucked off by an unseen stranger was enough to get my cock nice and stiff. The day I met Gregor was like any other school day. I had gone to school as usual, and then stepped into the park's toilet block to have a quick wank. As per usual, the toilets were empty, so I stepped into cubical two and locked the door behind me. I pulled my shirt up and my trousers and Y-fronts down, and began to wank myself off. My eyes were closed and I was deep into my favourite fantasy - being forced to suck off Martin McQuarrie, the school bully - when I suddenly heard a deep voice say, "Well, well. What do we have here?" Shocked, I opened my eyes and looked around, and then up. Gregor's chubby face looked down on me from the top-edge of the partition wall, between cubical one and two. Even in my shock, the idea of being watched, wanking off, made my cock twitch with excitement. "A skinny blond wanking himself off for old Gregor," he said. "It's nice to see a young stiffy on the brink." I stopped wanking and covered my cock with my hands, but Gregor was having none of it. He looked at me with fiery eyes and said, "Stand against the door, boy. So that I can see what you have on offer." "I wasn't wanking, mister," I said. "Honest I wasn't." "Don't lie, boy. I saw everything," he growled. "Now, step back and show me your willie. No hands, just your willie and ball-bag." I reluctantly did as I was told - Gregor was too big and burly to say no to. He looked to be in his early 40s, with a bald head and a Van Dyke beard. "Not bad looking for a youngster," he said. "Let's see what else you got to show me. Take off your jacket, shirt and school tie. And be quick about it." "No. I ain't gonna do that," I said. "Okay. I'll tell the park keeper what you've been doing in here, or I'll just stop watching you perform for old Gregor. You just carry on without me watching you. It won't be as much fun, but if that's what you want." "You'll just watch, right?" I asked. "I'll wank off, and you'll just watch?" "Yes! That's the deal. You take off all your clothes and give old Gregor a real good show." It felt kinda weird, but exciting, taking off my clothes and putting them on the low-level cistern and seat cover. "The floor's clean and dry," he said, "so, take off your shoes and socks as well. I want to see you stark-bollock-naked, boy." Standing naked in the locked cubical felt so exciting, especially with a burly voyeur watching my every move. I closed my eyes and began to "perform for old Gregor;" and as I did so, I started to fantasize about being in the same cubical as my new-found friend:- He stood behind me and idly ran his hands over my arse-cheeks and upper legs, pulling my cheeks apart to rub his thumb and forefinger over my anus. When he had finished inspecting my rear end, my cock was rock-hard and aching for relief. "Do you want to have sex, boy?" he whispered. "Do you want me to suck your cock and drain your ball-bag dry?" "Yes, yes, yes," I whimpered. His strong arms turned me round to face him. I felt the warmth of his body and smelt his masculine, aromatic musk. I knew that I would be safe in his arms, so I relaxed. "You look and feel real nice, boy," he said, as he ran his chin over my bare chest, tickling me with his beard as he licked my nipples. "That feels great," I said. "No more talking, boy," he growled. "I'll slap your arse if you say another word. Understand?" "Yes," I said, without thinking. Gregor quickly reached behind me and slapped my arse three times. The combination of the sudden pain and the rubbing of my hard-standing cock was so erotic, and almost drove me over the edge. Looking into my eyes, he saw that I was close to a climax, and so dropped to his knees. I released my cock as the man's mouth suddenly swallowed my stiffy, to the hilt, and then began to suck on its uncut length. My moans of pleasure grew louder as he continued to suck on my cock, while his head moved rapidly back and forth. Every now and then he would stop sucking and lick the inside of my thighs, or take my small ball-sac into his mouth for a few seconds. After what seemed like an eternity, he said, "Give up your seed, boy. Give old Gregor a taste of your bum-boy spunk." I couldn't hold on any longer. I opened my eyes and realised I was standing in the cubical alone, with Gregor looking down and smiling. With the fantasy over, I shot the hardest load of my life. As I came, the burly man watched jets of spunk fly through the air and splatter my discarded school uniform. "Be here tomorrow, boy," he said, "if you want to be my new bum-boy." And with that, he disappeared from view, leaving me naked and greedy for more. ~ ~ ~ A few weeks later, I was checking out the swimmers at the local swimming pool. Suddenly, I noticed a man in his 50s looking at me. He smiled and asked if I had enough exercise for the day. I told him I had forgotten my diving goggles and was going back to the changing room to get them. He asked me if I was on my own, and I told him I had come along with my two mates, but we had split up after a silly argument. The man said his name was Paul, and that he was just about to have a shower and leave. So, if I had nothing better to do, I could join him for an ice cream soda. Billy, my mate, had told me that "ice cream soda" was code for letting a man "play with your willie for money." Billy and Ronnie, my two mates, always had money to spend after a visit to the swimming pool. I thought about it, then said, "Yes, why not." I joined Paul in the showers and couldn't help but peek at his uncut cock. It wasn't huge, but to me it was quite large. He must have guessed I was looking, because he began to wash his cock with his hand around it. I was fascinated, and stood open-mouthed as he stroked his stem clean. He said he was sorry, but just seeing my naked body turned him on. My cock was getting stiff too, so he said we should shower quickly before anybody came in. We both showered and dressed, and Paul said we should leave separately. Outside the pool, we got into his Sunbeam Rapier and set off. On the way, he said how handsome I looked, and then asked if I had a girlfriend. I told him I had no interest in girls. "Good boy," he said. "There'll be plenty of time for girls, when you're older. So, you just play with yourself?" "Only at night," I replied. "When I'm in bed." "What do you think about, when you're playing with your cock?" I went silent and blushed. "Sorry," he continued. "I seem to have touched a raw nerve. I'm just a nosy sod, so take no notice of me." I thought about it, and then told him I think about naked men. "So, you liked seeing me in the shower, playing with my cock?" "Yes," I said, smiling. "Then what about coming back to my place?" he suggested. "I'll get naked for you. Then I can watch you take off your clothes and play with your cock. What d'you say?" I just smiled. We got to his house and hurried inside. He took my hand and led me upstairs to the main bedroom. I stood by the door and watched him strip naked. I just couldn't take my eyes off his muscular body and seven-inch cock, which was rock-hard. He said I should get naked as well, so that we could play with our "hard-standing stems." The minute I was naked, he put his arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. Within seconds, his hands were roaming all over my body, and feeling my arse-cheeks. Maybe it was instinct, but the moment my lips aligned with his cock, I just opened my mouth and sucked in his rigid length. "Geez!" he gasped. "You're such a horny boy. You must have really wanted my cock." He said it was lucky that he was at the swimming pool, as his friend usually went there at that time of day. So, Dave might have picked me up instead. Apparently, Dave and Paul both knew which boys would say, "Yes, why not" to their pick-up lines. They would linger in the changing rooms and check out the "most likely boys." All the time Paul was talking, he was playing with my arse-cheeks and fingering my anus. He asked me if I liked what he was doing. I said, "Yes! It feels really nice." He told me to bend over, so that he could do it properly. "So," he said, "have you ever been with a man before?" "No, never," I lied. "Well, this is going to be your lucky day." He eased my arse-cheeks apart and pushed his tongue in. I pushed back, to get more tongue, and then he put his finger back in. I was writhing then, and kept saying, "don't stop!" My cock was now aching, so I began to wank myself off. I moaned as he put his cock-head against my anus. I then sighed as I felt it begin to go in; but then it stopped. "Bit by bit," he said. "Slow and easy; that's the secret. Never rush a first timer." He then pushed a tad harder, and it went in an inch or so. "How does that feel, darling?" he asked, as I gasped my approval. "Good boy, now I'm going to put it all the way in, so relax and go with the flow." Paul then began to fuck me. He was really gentle at first, but he suddenly started to pump harder and harder. I have to say that to this day, I have never felt so wonderful. He fucked me for a long, long time. And when he climaxed, it felt like the most wonderful feeling in the world. I must have fell asleep, with his cock still inside me. The man had well and truly fucked my brains out.