Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2020 13:51:54 +0000 From: Ian Lane Subject: Malcolm's Adventures This story is a work of fiction. If material describing sex between men and boys is illegal in your country, then read no further. Nifty is a free resource, but it does require money to stay on the Internet. Therefore, please consider donating to Nifty at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/b/t ~ ~ ~ Malcolm's Adventures My first introduction to sex was at the age of 11. The entire school year, aged 11 to 12, would play sport twice a week. There would be around 50 boys in the changing room afterwards, all taking turns to use the communal baths and showers. A couple of teachers would oversee things, which was not an easy thing to do when you have a noisy group of naked and semi-naked boys laughing, chatting and having fun. The teachers would watch the boys and make sure they didn't stay in the communal baths and showers too long. Afterwards, we would dry ourselves, totally naked and unselfconsciously, as the teachers walked amongst us, telling us to hurry up. One day, I was one of the last off the football pitch: Mr. Rayner, who had been refereeing the game, kept me back to help with the taking down of the nets. By the time I got to the baths, nearly everyone had gone. Only Mr. Harper, the caretaker and groundsman, was watching the last of the boys getting dressed. I changed out of my football kit and went to the showers, carrying a bar of soap and a towel. Mr. Harper was there, and he gave me a playful slap across my arse. "Why are you so late, boy?" he asked. "The clearners will be here in a few minutes, so get a move on." Mr. Rayner explained the reason for my lateness to Mr. Harper. The two men then stood and watched me shower and get dressed. "It's getting late, boy," said Mr. Rayner, as I left the changing room. "Wait at the end of the drive, by the car park, and I'll give you a lift home." Mr. Rayner drove his Rover 100 out of the car park and flashed the headlight. He then stopped the car and opened the door on the front passenger side. I got in and closed the door. The car was nice and warm inside, so I felt very relaxed. "You look nice in that school uniform, boy," he said. "And those shorts really show off your bare legs to a tee." I blushed as he put his hand on my thigh, and then began to move it upwards. "You're a very good-looking boy," he continued, as I enjoyed the feeling of his large, warm hand on my upper thigh. "Does that feel nice? It will help warm you up." By now his hand was touching my cock through the material of my shorts and Y-fronts. He pulled the Rover over and parked it by a field gate. I could still hear traffic passing by on the B-road behind us. He took out his cock and put my hand on it. "Not a word to anyone about this, boy," he whispered. "Understand!" Mr. Rayner was quite a stern teacher, so I was a bit scared of him. He continued to squeeze my cock through the material of my shorts and Y-fronts; and as he did so, he told me to slowly stroke his fully erect cock. "That's it, boy," he said. "You'll soon get the knack of it over the coming weeks." When he shot his load, he was full of praise for the way I had "wanked" him off. I was totally oblivious to what was going on around me, only his hard-standing cock and "spunk" held my full attention. Afterwards, he told me that I was a good boy. He then said that I would be in very serious trouble if I told anyone about what had happened in his car. He dropped me off at the top of my road and drove off, leaving me with so many thoughts tumbling around in my head. ~ ~ ~ Mr. Rayner had opened my eyes to the pleasures of sex, so I was keen to get into his Rover the next afternoon. We stopped by the field gate again, but didn't do anything naughty - lots of cars and lorries were turning off the B-road and passing by the gate. A serious road accident had diverted traffic our way, so Mr. Rayner had to park his car further along the country lane. Eventually, the Rover ended up being parked in a passing lay-by on the edge of a small wood. "Take your storts and pants off, Malcolm," said Mr. Rayner. "Let's see what we've got to play with down there." The car seat reclined as I unbuttoned my shorts. "Take your shoes and socks off as well," he continued. "Let's get you nice and naked below the waistline." My little cock was rock-hard when he took hold of it. My discarded clothes were now lying on the back seat, and my legs were wide apart. "Tip-top stem," he said, as I stretched out and relaxed in my seat. "Tiny, uncut and so-o-o stiff. Excellent! And that lovely looking ball-sac. It looks so-o-o suckable." I looked at the man in disbelief as he leaned sideways and began licking my naughty bits. I sat in my seat, in mesmerised shock, as his lips and tongue worked on my aching cock and ball-sac. "Lummy, that feels good, sir," I said. "Real Good!" I looking out of the windows, to make sure that no one else was around. The wooded area looked spooky in the late afternoon sun. I could hear a few birds chirping, but nothing else. I really liked Mr. Rayner sucking my cock, and just couldn't stop moaning and groaning when the dry climax hit me. "Lummy, sir," I groaned. "That was..." "No time to waste, boy," he interrupted. "See what you can do with this." The collar of my blazer and my hair were grabbed and used to get my mouth into position. The steering wheel hit the side of my head as the man's cock entered my mouth. I gagged as he held me fast. "Now do your best, Malcolm," he said. "It's your first time, I hope, so do keep your teeth in check. I don't want any bite marks on my eight-inch stem." I did my best to follow his constant instructions. He held my head and kept it bobbing up and down on his rigid length. His hefty ball-sac was denuded of all its pubic hair, so I was invited to suck in each ball and "give them a real treat". My lips and tongue worked on every inch of his genitals. Then, without warning, he pulled my mouth off his cock as jets of spunk hit me in the face. The spunk hit my cheeks and forehead, and went up my nose. I coughed as he slapped me across the back. "Well done, Malcolm," he said. "Not bad for your first go .... I do hope this is your first mouthful of cock?" I nodded my head as the coughing continued. ~ ~ ~ We sat in the car and played around for another hour. I ended up completely naked, with two more dry climaxes under my belt. Mr. Rayner had me use my lips and tongue to clean his cock a couple of times: once after the "cock-sucking" climax and again after a long and drawn out wank. I was late getting home that day, so helping Mr. Harper with a broken lawnmower was my excuse. Mr. Harper's name had come up on the drive home. He was to join us in the car the next day. ~ ~ ~ Mr. Harper sat on the back seat and watched me strip off completely. The Rover was again parked in the passing lay-by on the edge of the wood. I was very excited as the two men talked about how sexy I looked in the nude. "He looks well trim in the altogether, Paul," said Mr. Harper. "Yes, Steve," said Paul. "And he's real keen and compliant when it comes to sucking cock. He can't get enough of it." The two men continued to talk about me as I sat back in my seat and toyed with my stiffy. I was showing off, and the two men were eager to encourage me. "Would you like to suck my cock, boy?" asked Steve. I smiled as the man showed me his hard-standing cock. It was uncut and a tad shorter than Paul's eight-inch stem, and there was no sign of any pubic hair. "No," said Paul, as I tried to clamber over my seat. "Get out and go round the front of the car." I stopped in my tracks and blushed. The man wanted me to walk around the car in the nude. "No. Not on your life," I said. "Someone might see." "Who's going to see you, boy?" said Steve. "Apart from us two." "I don't mind climbing over the seat," I said, as Steve came forward and opened the front passenger door from the inside. I turned to close it again and was push out by Paul and Steve. The tussle for the doorhandle continued for several long minutes, and then the door slammed shut, leaving me sitting on the grass verge with a vexed expression on my face. And then, to add insult to injury, all the car doors were locked by the two men. "Go round," said Steve, as he held up my Y-fronts. "Or we'll drive off and leave you here." I was angry and humiliated, and sitting on a stinging nettle. All my clothes were locked inside the car, and the two men were clearly enjoying my predicament. "Stand up and walk slowly round the car," said Paul, as he began to wind up the window on his side. "And continue to do so, until a door opens." I had to get back into the car, so I stood up, scratched my right arse-cheek, and complied with Paul's instructions. I walked round the car three times, and was sure that someone was hiding in the undergrowth, watching me. "That was fun," said Steve, as I clambered into the car beside him. "Now suck my cock!" I so wanted to bite his cock clean off, but I settled down and went to work on his shiny cock-head. I had been embarrassed and humiliated by the two men, and my arse itched like crazy, but still I wanted to please them. ~ ~ ~ Over the following weeks, and not wearing a stitch of clothing, I was 'encouraged' to walk around the car on a regular basis. I was then 'encouraged' to walk along a narrow path that weaved through the wood. The path led to a small, grass-covered clearing, and that's where I had lots of sex with the two burly men. Only once did I see a vehicle - a Yeoman of England tractor - pass the Rover in the lay-by. The driver was in his twenties and didn't see me crouching down beside the car. My heart was racing away like billy-o, but still I liked the idea of being naked in that country lane. My birthday came and went, and still I was being driven home by Paul. His Rover spent a lot of time in that passing lay-by, and on one occasion it remained there all Saturday afternoon. Russell, a 13-year-old boy from my school was invited to get naked in the clearing and fuck me. I had been fucked by both Paul and Steve a week earlier, so I bent over for Russell without any complaints. Black Bob, a rubber training dildo, had fucked me a few days before Paul and Steve, so I was well used to things penetrating my arsehole. Unfortunately, even with lots of Vaseline, I wasn't prepared for Russell's youthful exuberance. He fucked me like a crazy person, and then fucked me twice more. Steve took dozens of photographs of our first, second and third mating. I was sweating buckets as Russell shunted me around the clearing. "He's knacked, Russell," said Paul. "Stand down and give him a rest." "Nah," said Russell. "He's just the right size for me, and his hole is real tight." "Not now it isn't," said Steve. "You've fucked him three time. So, stand down or else!" Russell reluctantly withdrew his cock and let me fall to the ground. A cool breeze caressed my sweaty arse-cheeks as Steve took a few more photographs. "I need a drink," I said. "Is there any Tizer left?" "Yes," said Paul. "It's over there, on the blanket." I crawled over to the blanket as Paul fucked Russell. The boy moaned and groaned with pleasure as Paul took an absolute age to climax. Russell was then fucked by Steve. ~ ~ ~ "You've been replaced, old son," said Russell, as we walked to school a week or so later. "Paul's driving a new boy home. He looks like a girl, with a turned up nose, so you're on the second team with me now." "That's cobblers!" I snapped. "I'm still Paul's favourite poke." "There'll be no ride home for you this afternoon," he said. "And if I'm right, your arse belongs to me now, or else!" "Or else what?" I asked. "No meeting my friends at the park," he replied, as he rubbed his fingers and thumb together a few times, indicating that money was involved, "and no big cocks to play with during school holidays and Saturdays." Russell then put his hand on my left arse-cheek and gently squeezed it.