Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2024 13:10:38 +0000 From: Stewart Clark Subject: Harry, My Savior All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males 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 - - - - - Harry, My Savior "Get in! Get in quick!" shouted the man. "Standing under that tree won't keep you dry. The storm's in for the whole afternoon, I'm thinking." The man was probably right, so I took his advice. I got in his car and slammed the passenger-side door shut. "Lock it, boy," he said. "That door's a bit iffy." I pressed the door leaver down and heard a loud click. "I need to get that fixed," he said. "The door opens when it shouldn't." "Thanks, mister," I said. "I got caught out between villages. My mate's back there in Alton and I'm out here in trouble." "Yes. You're uniform is soaking wet," he said. "What are you doing out here?" "Bob-a-job," I replied. "We're doing odd jobs for a shilling or two. It's a Scout thing." "Ah, yes. I used to do that when I was a Scout." "Alan and I got separated in Alton. He stayed behind in an old man's shed and I moved on to the next village." A flash of lightning lit up the sky, and more rain came down. "C'mon, get your uniform off," he said. "You'll catch your death in those wet clothes. I have a towel on the back seat." "Thanks, mister. Is this it?" "Yes. It's a left over from my last swim in the lake." My clothes came off in double-quick time. Harry, my savior, was tall and thin, and in his late 50s. He had snow-white hair and dextrous fingers. Everything was very matter-of-fact. I was naked within minutes, and the towel covered my crotch when the heater came on. "This rain isn't going to stop for ages," said Harry, as he fiddled with my cock under the towel. "When I was a Scout, I spent a lot of time in the nude, earning my Bob-a-job shillings. Men would take my clothes off in their garages and sheds. I bet Alan is naked in that shed in Alton. So, do you want to earn an extra shilling or two?" I sat back as Harry removed the towel, and looked at my stiff cock. Being 13 years old, my hormones were in flux, so Harry had no trouble in getting me to work for my extra shilling. "That's it, boy," he said. "Lie back and let me lick you into shape." I gasped as he bent forward and put my cock into his mouth. Another flash of lightning lit up the sky, as my face lit up with lust. I sat there for a good long while. Harry's tongue and dextrous fingers kept me begging for more. He knew how to bring me to the very brink, but then stopped to keep me on tenterhooks. My naked body kept shuddering and twisting in all directions. Harry got his cock out and put his fingers into my mouth. Nothing was said, but when the fingers were replaced by cock, we both moaned and groaned with pleasure. I was exhausted and sweating from the in-car sex. The passenger-door was opened to let in some fresh air, but soon closed when another downpour hit the car. My climax was awesome, and spunk hit the dashboard in jets. After that, I kept sucking on Harry's cock for ages. We then had a long break, to discuss our next move. "I need to fuck your arse, boy," said Harry. "Unfortunately, my car's too small for the job. Let's meet up tomorrow and visit the old barn. We can stay under cover, in case of rain, and fuck for hours." "Alan was fucked last week," I said. "He said it hurt a lot, but still he went into the shed with the old man today." "Gently does it," said Harry. "That's my motto. Wham! Bam! Thank you, mam! Can scare a boy off." "Yes! Alan said he wouldn't do it again, and yet he followed the man into the shed today." "It hits you like that sometimes. One minute you get poked and the pain puts you off big time. Then, you go out of your way to be poked again a few days later." "So, you want to stick your cock in my arse, is that it?" I asked. "Yes! Let's put it down to a Bob-a-job challenge," he said. "And afterwards, you walk away with three shillings." "Okay, that sounds fair." "Now, open your mouth and suck on my two fingers." ~ ~ ~ I spent a lot of hours in that old barn, and sucked off Harry and his friends throughout the summer holidays. Alan and I were kept busy most days - our parents weren't that bothered about where we were. They just thought we were playing with our friends in the local park. Usually, we were stripped naked and gang-banged in the barn by three or four men. A double mattress covered the central area and we were humped for hours by Harry and Co. I couldn't walk properly after my first group session. My gait took a long time to get back to normal. I remember Harry put something to my nose and told me to breathe in deeply, which I did. I later found out that I was sniffing alkyl nitrite (poppers). The next thing I felt was Ken's awesome cock in my hole. I began to yell when Ken handed me over to Lance, the man with the largest cock in the barn. He really made me sweat as he took his time to ravage my arsehole. "These boys are the best, Harry," he said. "And they're both Scouts. Is that right?" "Yes," replied Harry. "They look real good in and out of Scout uniform." "Too true," said Mark. Mark was the last man to fill my arsehole with spunk that day. I had the stuff dripping out of my hole as I gulped down Adam's spunk.