Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2010 22:02:18 EDT
From: TrevorJamesUK23@aol.com
Subject: "Houseboy And Willing Sex Slave For Older Couple 1" Adult-Youth section.

The following story is entirely true. Feel free to email me at the address
provided at the end of the story for (legal, as I was just over 18 when
they were taken) pictures of me in action with these men.

This story is copyrighted ©2010 - it is therefore illegal to copy or use
any part of this story without my written permission.

My name's TJ, and it was July 2006 when I met Shaun and his partner
Stephen. I'd recently turned 17, and my first relationship with a man had
ended a couple of months previously. I'd been using AOL's Chat services for
a little while, and had a picture posted on my profile. Just me in a vest
and shorts. Both my parents worked, so I got a good amount of free time to
myself during the day, and school was out til September. I got talking to
Shaun in one of the gay chat rooms one day. It just so happened I hadn't
had sex in a couple of months or so - he caught me at a great time!

My first and only relationship at this point in my life had only lasted 6
months or so, but I'd learned that I seriously enjoyed getting fucked. I'm
a natural bottom. Shaun was at work, so couldn't send me a picture at that
moment in time. He said he was 38, and a total top. Come to think of it, he
didn't even describe himself much. For whatever reason, I agreed to his
offer of him picking me up and taking me to his house. My sister could have
come home at anytime, and I wasn't comfortable having sex in the house so
much anyway. I went and got showered, and cleaned myself inside and
out. Something I'd been doing for a couple of years and had become quite
skilled at. I recall thinking to myself, am I seriously going to do this?
Meeting a man over 20 years older than myself? My previous sexual partners
had usually been similar in age or slightly older than me.

I felt a thrill of excitement, thinking that yes, there's a top to please
and I'm the boy to do it! I was into the skate scene at the time, and wore
long shorts, a white vest and a chain hooked into my belt loops. I'm sure
all you readers know that feeling before you hook up with a guy, the nerves
are intense; and the anticipation feels hot, too. My looks were (and
generally, still are) classed as "boyish". I stand at 5'7", and have a
slim, slightly athletic frame. Brown hair, hazel eyes - smooth almost
everywhere apart from my legs and treasure trail. My waist is 28", my chest
is 36". "Daddy" types frequently home in on my firm little buttocks as a
particular point of interest.

I'd given Shaun my address and he told me to look out for his silver Audi
at the bottom of my street. After half an hour or of pacing the kitchen and
frequenting the bathroom to double check I was completely clean (yup) and
ready to be fucked, I spotted his car. I was incredibly nervous. Despite
being an exhibitionist in the bedroom, I'm quite shy. I approached his car,
tapped the window and popped the door open. We exchanged hellos, and I slid
into the passenger seat. Instinctively, I put a hand on his thigh. It was
awkward to get a good look at him as we were sitting side by side. He was
wearing suit pants (his jacket taken off because of the warm weather),
shirt and tie. His frame looked huge, and dwarfed mine. We talked
little. The atmosphere felt palpable. He'd spread his legs out when I
placed my hand on his thigh. He was very wide in the pelvis area. He lived
about twenty minutes drive from my house, in a much nicer, suburban area of
south-east England.

We pulled up into his driveway and he sneaked me into his house. He got me
a cold drink while I checked out his book collection. I was also checking
Shaun out - he stood around 5'11", had very broad shoulders, a wide waist
and seemingly strong, heavy thighs. I probably had a couple of sips of my
drink before he was grabbing me and feeling me all over. Kissing me at the
same time and breathing heavily. I remember feeling "handled". Soon we were
upstairs in the main bedroom. Around the bed were mirrored wardrobes. We
were getting down to some heavy petting, clothed - on the bed, when I
caught sight of myself in the mirror. I was shocked how obscene it
looked. Me, a slim boy being manhandled and roughly kissed by this big
brute of a man! The bulge in his pants was shockingly large, not that I
stopped groping it as he kissed and sucked on my neck.

I can't remember every detail, but the next thing I do recall is me being
placed face down, lengthways on the bed, and my shorts pulled down to
expose my little smooth buttocks. I felt Shaun's hand placing lube on my
smooth, puckered little boyhole. I felt the blunt head of his scarily large
cock press against me. I relaxed myself and felt a portion of him slide
inside me. It felt like a hot throbbing hammer. I was pinned down by his
weight, and Shaun was tentatively placing more pressure and began to slide
in even deeper. He passed over my joy button and I moaned like hell. At
this point Shaun froze and told me to be quiet. There was movement coming
from downstairs. He whispered, "Fuck, it's the cleaner." His cock was
yanked from inside me and we hurriedly put our clothes back in position. I
went into a bit of a panic, not sure how I should react or behave. "I'm
sorry, I'll drive you home.", said Shaun.

I kid you not. I was so annoyed I'd been this close to getting seriously
fucked and now I had to face the embarrassment of having to get past the
cleaner and into Shaun's car. She seemed rather non-plussed to see her
employer with a boy half his age, and exchanged pleasantries with me. I
wanted out of there and waited by the car. We got in, and Shaun again
apologised for what happened. Seeing as we were quite intimately acquainted
at this point, the journey home's conversation was a lot more fluent, we
talked about my college stuff, and he told me he had a partner who he'd
been with for many years. I wasn't incredibly surprised. Shaun suggested
maybe I could come over tomorrow and meet his partner, but that I mustn't
let on Shaun had arranged to meet me previously. I must act as if it was my
first meeting with Shaun.

Being quite an agreeable and people-pleasing lad, I said I'd be happy
to. Shaun would talk it over with Stephen that evening and text me anything
I needed to know before picking me up tomorrow. I went home and jerked
myself silly thinking about what had happened, while me and Shaun
frantically swapped texts - along the lines of how much we fancied each
other and how we'd play it tomorrow.  I didn't sleep well that night
because of my excitement about the next day. I did my usual routine of
shower, cleaned inside and out the following day. Shaun was picking me up
at 5pm, so I had a lot of time to pick a nice outfit and underwear for
them. On the drive to their house, I felt nervous about meeting Shaun's
partner.

Stephen was a little taller than Shaun, about 6'1" or so, and though leaner
than Shaun, still quite a daunting sight for little me. He looked of
similar age to Shaun, late thirties or so. Both had blue eyes. Shaun had
dark hair, and Stephen was lighter in that respect. I was a relatively
inexperienced boy - and had no idea what to expect - so I decided to just
go with it. We went into the garden and they popped a couple of beers and
asked me if I'd like one. I'd never drank before but was in full-on
"pleasing" mode and so agreed that I would. It was a hot day and my nerves
caused me to guzzle a little. I was sat in between them on their lawn. We
talked for a while and I was offered another, again I agreed and Stephen
suggested maybe I take off my shirt as I looked a little hot and bothered.
Always eager to please, I did so, and leaned back on my elbows to soak up
some sun. That's when their hands started to roam over my tight, slim
little body. Over my boyish, undefined chest and down my flat little tummy.


Always the eager bottom boi, I raised my knees and spread my legs wide
giving them access. Shaun's hand then slid down my thigh and underneath my
loose-fitting khaki shorts and homed in on my hole. I was wearing a white
cotton thong, and his fingers were toying with the thin strap of fabric
covering my moist, pink boycunt. Not long after this, we all went into the
house and upstairs to their bedroom - our clothes being tossed aside on the
way. I was instructed to kneel on the floor and stick my tongue out. Shaun
and Stephen then proceeded to slap my face and tongue with their throbbing,
angry-looking cocks. Shaun was packing a 9" monster with bulging veins,
flared helmet and a huge set of balls - Stephen was far from shabby
himself, with his 8" and pronounced cum tube. I was so excited by this, my
own cock was dripping precum and my chest was starting to get rashy - a
sign I am seriously aroused. I grabbed hold of their stiff dicks and began
to lick earnestly while they watched in the mirrored wardrobe doors.

Soon I was positioned on the bed diagonally, so my head was just off the
bottom of it, and my lower torso on the side. My heart sank a little as I
heard Stephen opening a condom wrapper, but let's just say that arrangement
didn't last long. More about that in a moment. Shaun was standing at the
foot of the bed. He passed me some poppers and suggested I try them. I'd
had a little experience of them but not much. I inhaled a few times, and
laid back. The rush came over me and I arched my back completely, and
begged them to fuck me hard. Shaun then crushed his groin against my face
and instructed me to suck him. I couldn't see Stephen at all, but at that
point, my ankles were grabbed by Shaun and pulled back so I was totally
exposed, Stephen then slammed into me, and my eyes flew open. All I could
see was this heavy, stout man's back, my ankles in his hands, his large,
globular buttocks and his balls rhythmically slapping my nose as he slowly
fucked my face. I was just starting to enjoy my roasting when I felt both
dicks leave my holes. They were swapping places.

I was then manhandled into position once again. Shaun put his condom on and
began to fuck me while his partner pinched my nipples and worked his
pre-cumming helmet over my lips. Shaun confirmed at a later date that the
reason he took the condom off after a few strokes, was my writhing and
moaning was too much for him and he wanted to fuck me bareback. Shaun had a
very hairy chest, and a big, firm belly that I reached out to touch during
his fucking of me. That was the moment I fell in love with Daddy/boy
sex. Stephen was good at shafting me, but Shaun was something else. I'd
never felt so full, and I knew I would be cumming soon just from the weight
of his cock slamming into my little cunt and hammering my little joy
button. Stephen must have gone to grab the camera, beause next thing I knew
the flash was going off in several places. He concentrated on the area
between Shaun's thighs by the side of the bed, the point where my slim body
was being invaded by his partner's brutal genitalia. Shaun yanked me
further into the middle of the bed, so he could join me fully on
it. Stephen continued to snap pictures of us together.

"You're gonna get my spunk soon, boy." Shaun growled while biting on my
shoulder. I was on another planet entirely, and Shaun's big firm belly was
rubbing against my own 7" (not bad for a bottom) piece. Stephen then
crooked my head up a little and placed the poppers underneath my nose. At
the time, I didn't think it strange that they didn't sniff any. Stephen
jerked his cock right on my face and was soon shooting ropes of creamy,
potent cum onto my chest and neck. My little boycunt started to spasm
around Shaun's big dick, and he started to breathe very quickly. I hooked
my heels behind Shaun's large buttocks and came, crying out. Mere seconds
after, Shaun's mouth clamped onto my neck and a roar emanated from
him. Spurts of his thick Daddy spunk were being slammed deep in my little
cunt. Shaun collapsed onto the bed and didn't get his breath back for a
good long while. The room was humid, sweaty, and it reeked of sex. After a
good seeding I get quite literally high as a kite. As I bounced off the
walls, Shaun and Stephen had a little "lay down". I'd worn them out.

I got them both a cold drink from downstairs, and had a quick shower. I
assured them I could make my own way home, as they were in no fit state to
drive. I gave them both a kiss, grabbed my clothes and left. Walking to the
train station, I felt like a total slut boy. Could people tell what I'd
been up to? I felt like it was written all over my face. I eventually got
home, had an early night and jerked myself silly remembering how well I'd
been used and how much I enjoyed it. I saw them again soon..

TJ

Well, that was my first encounter with S & S. I was seeing them regularly
for a long time, and my first time was really quite tame to some of the
stuff that happened a few months later. Any questions and comments are much
appreciated, write me TrevorJNuk@yahoo.com