Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2024 10:18:11 +0000
From: Stewart Clark <sc5050@proton.me>
Subject: Helping Joe Out

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and descriptions are purely fictional, and are not based on a real
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Helping Joe Out

It was the summer holidays and I was walking home from the local park. I
was wearing my usual summer outfit: a white top; a pair of white shorts;
a pair of leather sandles. I liked to give the old men in the park a
show, especially the ones hanging round the toilet block. A 13-year-old
boy, in a pair of tight, white shorts, was guaranteed to turn a few heads
in the park on a summer's day.

Anyway, the Transit van that pulled up alongside me did catch me off
guard - I was in a bit of a day-dream, as I mulled over the suggestions
that had been made to me in the toilet block by some of the regulars.

"Need a lift, boy?" asked the driver.

"No thanks," I replied. "I ain't got that far to go."

"C'mon, I need some help unloading my last load of the day," said the
driver. "You can earn a few bob, and the delivery point is just around
the corner. I ricked my back, dropping off a load this morning, so c'mon,
a fit lad like you can't refuse an old codger like me."

I walked round to the passenger side of the van and got in. I was far too
chivalrous to refuse the man, who did look like he was in pain. The offer
of money did help a bit, but it wasn't the main reason I decided to
assist the "old codger."

Joe, the driver, was a tall, thin man in his late 40s. He needed to drop
off some heavy boxes at a warehouse. However, the warehouse turned out to
be down a side road, by the canal; and the invoice note turned out to be
a 10 bob note.

"Get in the back, boy," he ordered. "And take off all your clothes. I
want to see you nice and naked."

I went for the door handle, but it wouldn't budge. Joe had clearly rigged
it for such an occasion. He waved the 10 bob note in my direction,
indicating that I should squeeze between the two front seats and climb
into the back of the Transit. There was no way I could refuse a man
offering money. The man's back pain had clearly been a blind, because he
was now moving around in his seat with ease.

"The back doors are securely locked," he continued, "so don't try to leg
it. Just strip off and let me see your schoolboy assets."

The only thing in the back of the Transit was a double mattress. It was
lying on the metal floor and covered with a white sheet. I slowly began
to undress in the gloom, and cursed my luck for giving in so cheaply.
With or without the money, Joe was too big to refuse. This left me with
no other option but to comply with his orders.

Once I was naked, Joe joined me in the back of the van. He ran the sharp
edge of a fingernail over my bare body, making me wince as it roamed
freely over my nipples and naughty bits.

"Lie face up on the mattress, boy," he ordered. "With your arms and legs
fully outstretched."

As I did so, ropes attached to the mattress were secured around my wrists
and ankles. I was now tied down and fully exposed.

"Right," said Joe, as he held up a leather blindfold, which was padded
and shaped like the Lone Ranger's mask. "With this on, you'll be ready
for the party."

"Party, what party?" I asked.

"The 'fuck' party," he replied. "I've invited a few pervs along from the
park to molest you. And guess what! You're going to be the life and
arsehole of the party."

Joe's words echoed in my ears as the blindfold was placed over my eyes.
The bastard was going to let some of the men from the park molest me in
the back of the van, and I was in no position to refuse their advances.

"Being a 'tease' isn't all fun and games, boy," he continued. "So, I
wouldn't yell out, or bite someone's willie, if I was you. No, my advice
would be, suck it up and play ball. Because this van will be full of
balls in a few minutes."

My cock was rock-hard for some bizarre reason. I was naked and tied down
in a stranger's van, and yet my cock was ultra-stiff. Joe clearly knew
that I was an audacious tease, so he knew I was no innocent. All the
pervs in the park had seen my cock at one time or another, but very few
had managed to touch it. I was a show off, and flaunted my pretty-boy
looks continuously. Now, it was payback time, so I had to grin and bear
my comeuppance.

"If you untie me," I said, "I won't say a word about this to anyone. In
fact, you can wank me off before I get dressed. How's that sound?"

"Well, I'm going to untie you eventually," he replied, "and you won't say
a word about this to anyone, I'm sure. And I'm going to wank you off
before you get dressed. So, what's your point?"

I was going to say that my point was sticking right out in front of me,
but I didn't want to sound like an insufferable smart-arse, not with so
many sharp, manicured nails around. My cock clearly liked me being in
this predicament, and my quirky sense of humour wasn't going to get me
out of this difficulty, so maybe my cock and libido had the right idea -
play along, don't make waves, and service every cock in sight.

Joe squeezed my cock real hard, which made it twitch violently within his
powerful grip. He then began to stroke my treacherous stem; and as he did
so, his slow, steady strokes won me over as well.

"Come on, boy," he said. "Just relax and go with the flow. If you
co-operate, you'll be home by teatime, with a few bob in your pocket. No
one is going to hurt you, so just relax and give it your all."

Outside, a clap of thunder signalled the beginnings of a summer storm,
which would rumble on for hours. I could hear the rain beating down hard
on the van's metal roof. I tried to make myself more comfortable as Joe
brought me close to a climax, before he decided to ease back and leave me
on the brink. The bastard was teasing me, just like I had done to the
park pervs.

Unfortunately, because of the rain, I was left to stew. Apparently, in
his wisdom, Joe decided to close the gap between the canal rendezvous and
the park. He stopped and picked up a perv a few minutes later. The man
was effing and blinding about the storm as he got in the back of the van.
He then wanked me off, to completion, as the van headed towards the park.

"I bet the buggers have all gone home, Joe," said the perv. "It's clear
this boy's arse isn't worth a walk in the rain. They're all wimps, and
deserve to miss out."

"No probs, Dave," said Joe. "I got paid up front, so it's just me and
you, and a boy named Stew."

Dave laughed as his cock touched my lips. The two men were going to take
full advantage of me, in rotation, once Joe had found somewhere quiet to
park up.

"Under that railway arch," suggested Dave. "We can hump him for hours
under there."

"Nah," replied Joe. "I know somewhere better."

The van stopped a few minutes later. Joe tooted the horn as the rain
hitting the roof eased off a little. Dave pulled his cock from my mouth
as I heard the sound of the back doors opening and closing. I strained to
hear if someone had entered the van, and sensed that they had.

"Now, that's a nice sight to see on a rainy day," said an unfamiliar
voice. "He's all tied up and ready to go. Excellent!"

"I wouldn't have stopped," chide Dave, "if I was driving the van. A
little bit of rain and you all run for cover. What a bunch of wimps."

"Fuck off, dickhead!" snapped the new arrival. "You get to fuck the boy's
arse for a lot longer, and yet you complain. What an arsehole."

Dave clearly realised that the man was right, so he shut up and slipped
his cock back into my mouth.

"Lucky I spotted you in that shop doorway, Frank," said Joe. "This rain
ain't going to stop anytime soon."

"Yes," replied Frank. "I just couldn't make it to the bus shelter. And
I'm fuckin' glad I didn't."

My whole body shook with excitement when the man's hand closed around my
semi-erect cock.

"This feels nice," said Frank. "Do you want me to lick it into shape?"

"Y-y-yes, please," I replied gratefully.

"Okay. But no slacking, boy," he said sternly. "You must suck off Dave's
cock for all you're worth, while I'm taking care of this beautiful stem."

I gagged when Dave's ball-sac cut off my air supply - my nose was being
crushed under his body weight, and there was little I could do about it.
I rattled around in my bonds and tried to break free. It was then that
Dave finally raised himself up and let me suck in some fresh air.
However, a few minutes later, I was back in the same position again.

"Come on, boy!" snapped Dave. "If you don't do it properly, I'll be
obliged to piss down your throat."

I gagged again as I tried to service the man's needs in the best way I
knew how. Dave cut off my air supply three more times before releasing
his load down my throat. He then declared that I was a tip-top
cock-sucker and invited Frank to swing round and give my mouth and try.

Frank grunted something incomprehensible as he continued to kept me on
the brink of a climax. Meanwhile, Dave filled my head with vivid and
detailed stories of how, when working as a teacher, he had persuaded
dozens of boys to get naked and have sex with him. He then went on to
tell me about the orgies he had attended, and how Joe had turned some of
the boys into obedient sex slaves.

These stories were all too much for me. I raised my head off the mattress
and began whooping like a monkey. A deluge of spunk erupted from my
cock-head and disappeared down Frank's throat. My whole body shook as his
fingers gently caressed my ball-sac, encouraging it to give up more and
more spunk. He continued to milk my ball-sac for several long minutes;
and when he had finished, my cock was just as hard-standing as it was
before the climax.

I mumbled a few words of grateful thanks as Dave tweaked my nipples. A
sudden clap of thunder made me start as I tried to settle down and
recover my strength for the forthcoming fuck-fest. A favourite fantasy
then began to drift through my mind as I lay there, listening to the rain
beating rhythmically on the roof of the van.

~  ~  ~

The storm continued to rumble on as Joe drove the Transit to parts
unknown. The fantasy in my head was based on the first time I saw a group
of naked men. My grandfather had taken me to the local lido in the park,
when I was 10 years old. There were no individual changing cubicles, so
the men dressed and undressed in the one room. The changing room was
large and had lots of metal lockers around the tiled walls, with several
wooden benches in the middle of the room.

I followed my grandfather's lead and stripped completely naked. The men
around me, who were naked and semi-naked, seemed to take a sudden
interest in me, but this quickly faded when I put on my swimming trunks.
A burly man in his 50s or 60s continued to stare at me as I put my
clothes in my grandfather's locker. I was kinda drawn to him for some
unknown reason. He was of a similar build to my grandfather; however, his
cock was longer than my grandfather's, and much thicker.

He noticed me staring at his cock, so he turned to show it off, and moved
around to make it swing from side to side. Of course, I continued to
stare at his adult length as my little cock twitched away inside my
swimming trunks.

Some 10 minutes later, I was swimming in the main pool with my
grandfather. The man from the changing room was swimming close by,
waiting for the opportunity to reach out, underwater, and squeeze my
cock. He managed to squeeze my cock, when my grandfather wasn't looking,
three times. Then suddenly, he got out of the pool and walked towards the
changing room. I so wanted to follow him; and in my fantasy, I do.
Unfortunately, in the real world, I stayed in the pool with my
grandfather.

Meanwhile, in the back of the Transit van, Dave and Frank released the
ropes holding me down. They quickly turned me over and spread me out
fully again.

"There's no need for the ropes," I said. "I like this kind of sex."

Ignoring me completely, someone retied the ropes that secured my wrists
and ankles to the mattress. They then made sure the blindfold I was
wearing was still doing its job. I then felt a pair of hands take hold of
my arse-cheeks and spread them apart.

"Get his arse up a bit," said Frank. "Put that pillow under him."

"Look at that sweet hole," said Dave. "It looks so tight and pretty."

"That's for sure," said Frank, as someone ran the tip of their finger
over my "tight and pretty" arsehole.

I lifted my head off the mattress and gave out a low moan of pleasure,
which I repeated when the fingertip returned to touch my anus again.

"That sounds so fuckin' sexy," said Joe. "C'mon, let me hear it again."

Someone used the tip of their tongue to replace the fingertip. I gasped
and tugged at my bonds as the tongue sent a shockwave of pleasure surging
through my body. I had never felt anything like it, and was so fuckin'
keen to experience the sensation again, and again, and again.

"My old tongue does it again," said Dave. "Schoolboys just love it."

"Look at him go," said Frank. "The little sod can't get enough."

The sensation had swallowed me up whole. My entire body ached, and yet I
was still happy to let the tongue work its magic on my arsehole.

"You're turning him into an addict, Dave," continued Frank. "He'll be
bending over and spreading his arse-cheeks for tongue every minute of the
day after this little outing. Ain't that right, Stew?"

"Yes, yes," I said, breathlessly hoping for more tongue.

"Okay, Stew," said Dave. "One more tongue-lashing; then we fuck you."

Frank tightened his hold on my arse-cheeks when Dave's tongue went back
to work on my anus. My whole body buzzed with excitement as the sensation
suddenly returned and wiped me out for a second time. And then, when I
thought it was all over, the tongue came back to wipe me out again.

"Fuckin' hell," said Frank. "He's having a fit."

"Nah," said Dave. "They all get overexcited like that."

~  ~  ~

I was still on cloud nine when the first cock entered my well rimmed
hole. It slipped in effortlessly - thanks in the main to Dave's hard work
and a good coating of Vaseline on the cock's stem. With my legs fully
outstretched, I was in the perfect position to take on a five-star
rogering.

"C'mon, Frank," said Dave. "Keep pounding that sweet hole. I want to see
it red-raw by the time I dip my wick."

I shook my head from side to side and groaned as Frank increased his
stroke-rate. The man began to power-fuck my "sweet hole" as every inch of
my body danced to his tune. I was there for his pleasure, and that's why
my cock was leaking so much pre-cum and threatening to shed its load
unaided. I was being fucked by an alpha male with an insatiable appetite
for the weak and willing; and boy, was I weak and willing!

Joe pulled the van over and switched off the engine. The storm was still
raging outside the Transit, but inside an even bigger storm was brewing.
I was dizzy with excitement as Frank's powerful buttocks pounded my body
into the mattress.

"Look at him go," said Joe to Dave. "I've never seen Frank so enthused.
It's truly mesmerizing to watch."

"Yes," replied Dave, "I'm green with envy. You should have left him
sheltering in that shop doorway."

The two men laughed as they watched their friend take my arse on a long
and memorable ride.

"Maybe we should keep this boy in the van," suggested Joe. "For orgies
and..."

It was the words, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" that interrupted Joe in mid-sentence.
Frank had reached a climax and was eager to share the news with everyone
in the van. I began to tug at my bonds and whoop like a monkey as he
released his seed.

Dave was quick to step into the breach and take over from his spent
friend. His hard-standing cock slipped effortlessly into my arsehole; and
although it didn't stay there for long, it did leave quite an impression.

"Any objections to turning the boy over?" asked Joe, who was next to take
me for a long and memorable ride. "I want to fuck him with his legs high
in the air, and wide apart. We can tie his ankles to those two roof
brackets with rope. I had them installed for just such an occasion."

"Okay," said Frank, "release those ropes and turn him over, Joe. Let's
see what he looks like on his back, with his legs up in the air."

Of course, I had no say in the matter. However, I did welcome the change
of position - being tied down for so long wasn't doing me much good in
the old aches and pains department.

"Okay, chaps," said Joe. "I'm going in, so wish me luck."

Dave and Frank laughed as Joe got between my legs and pushed his cock
deep into my rectum. I felt his cock-head enter my inner sanctum and rub
against my prostrate gland. He then began to power-fuck my hole for all
he was worth.

"C'mon you slack bastard," he barked. "Tighten up those arse muscles and
give me a ride to remember."

I clenched my anus as tight as I could, which did prompt a grunt of
approval from Joe.

"Give him some nitrite, Dave," said Frank. "He might need a little
boost."

Something was waved under my nose a few moments later; and as I sniffed
it in, my head began to swim.

"That's it, Stew," said Dave. "Sniff in the vapour and let it take you
for a spin."

I raised my head and gave out a low moan of satisfaction. I didn't want
this moment to end, but Joe had other plans. His climax wiped me out
completely; and as the sweat poured off my body, he thrust forward and
filled my rectum with spunk.

Someone wiped the sweat from my forehead as Joe's cock was withdrawn and
replaced by another hard-standing stem.

Again, Frank fucked me like a man possessed. He slapped my thighs and
called me all the names under the sun. Apparently, my new position had
triggered another five-star performance. My rectum was now awash with
four loads of spunk.

Dave was more of a sucker than a fucker, so when his turn came round
again, my shattered body was spared another full-blown rogering. Instead,
I was treated to a suck-fest.

"How does that feel, Stew?" asked Joe.

I mumbled a few words of grateful thanks and sighed when Dave came up for
air. My poor cock had been neglected for far too long. It had been
throbbing and twitching throughout the entire fuck-fest, but no one had
touched it. Unfortunately, when Dave went down again, it released a
deluge of spunk almost immediately.

The tease had been well and truly tamed. I had been sucked and rimmed by
experts; and fucked by three hard-standing cocks. I would never walk away
from an offer of sex again. The park pervs would see a whole new side of
me from now on.

A few minutes later, as I was waiting to be released, someone banged on
the side of the van.

"Is anyone there!" they shouted. "You can't park here."

"Fuckin' hell!" exclaimed Dave. "We can't be nabbed in here. Not with a
naked kid on his back and the smell of spunk everywhere."

"So, what do we do, Dave?" asked Joe, nervously. "How do we get out of
this one?"

"Get behind the fuckin' wheel and drive off," said Dave, in a real panic.
"But don't break the speed limit."

Joe and Frank burst out laughing as someone opened the back doors of the
Transit.

"The look on your face, Dave," said Joe. "What a picture ... And what did
you say?"

"Don't break the speed limit," laughed Frank. "What an arse!"

"Fuck off!" snapped Dave. "You two wind-up merchants ain't funny.
Speeding only draws attention, so don't scoff."

As the three men continued to argue over the whys and wherefores of
speeding in a built-up area, someone pushed his hard-standing cock into
my well lubricated hole, and kept it there while he told me how sexy I
looked. The new man, probably the one who had banged on the side of the
van, slapped my thighs.

"Be careful there, Ken," said Joe. "Don't you go damaging the
merchandise. Just fuck him, as agreed. You're the last one today, so take
your time. The storm's scattered the others."

"Okey dokey," said Ken. "I'll be gentle."

My whole body shuddered when I heard Ken's words. I then gave out a low
moan of pleasure when the cock inside me gently rubbed against my
prostrate gland. It was then that I decided to get in the Transit on a
regular basis.