Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2020 06:59:56 +0000 From: Ian Lane Subject: Patrick'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+/t ~ ~ ~ Patrick's Adventures I was 13 years old when this adventure began in 1965. I had been in the school swim team for three years and did a lot of athletics, so my body was nice and trim all over. My mum and dad were very religious, so I had to go to church with them on Sundays. I was very innocent at the time, and had no idea that some men liked other men sexually. I liked my Uncle John, who was 42 years old and liked to go to the gym every week. He was not married and came to our house, usually once every two weeks, for Sunday lunch. He was fun to talk to and really liked fishing. "Fishing's a great hobby, Pat," he said one Sunday lunchtime. "Why not join me on a trip to the lakes next weekend? I'm sure your mum and dad won't mind you missing church just this once. Am I right, Chris?" "Yes. No problem," said my dad. "It's good to have a hobby, and fishing is one of the best there is." "That's settled then," said John. "I've got lots of spare gear, so no need to buy anything in. And if you don't like fishing as a hobby, Pat, you haven't wasted a penny." Not attending church was the real reason I was so keen to spend a long weekend at the lakes with my uncle. Church was boring at the best of times, but the new reverend took that boredom to new extremes. Reverend Sawyer was a man in his late forties. He was tall and thin, and very friendly outside the church gates. However, once he had you trapped on a pew, he just droned on and on about sin and redemption. Uncle John picked me up on Friday evening, around six o'clock, and headed for the lakes. On the way, he stopped to pick up Baz, a 43-year-old friend of his. He hadn't mentioned that there would be someone else, but it didn't bother me. Baz took a real interest in me as we chatted in the car, and he seemed just as friendly as my uncle. It was the month of June, so the weather was ideal for fishing at the lakes. We arrived at the cabin, which was in the middle of nowhere, around eight-thirty. We unloaded the fishing gear and had a quick bite to eat. With the washing up done, I asked my uncle where I was going to sleep, because I only saw the one double bed. "We all sleep in the same bed, Pat," said John. "You jump in and we'll join you later." I was somewhat taken aback, but I didn't want to make a fuss. I brushed my teeth and changed into my pyjamas as the two men sat outside the cabin and drank beer. Around midnight, I woke up and found Baz and John lying naked on either side of me. Baz was pulling off my pyjama bottoms as John unbuttoned my top. They spoke quietly to each other as they felt me up in the dark. "What's going on?" I said drowzily, as I tried to sit up. "Lie still, Pat," said John. "Baz wants to play with your willy for a while, and I want to play with your nips." "You're a good-looking boy," said Baz, as he gently stroked my uncut cock. "Just don't make a fuss and you'll feel real good, real soon." "That's the ticket," said John to me, as he tweaked my nipples. "Just lie back and relax, and let us do all the hard work." I began to freak out as the two men held me down and toyed with my cock and rock-hard nipples. "This isn't right," I said, as my cock became fully erect. "I don't think we should be doing this! I don't like it!" "But your cock and nipples do," said Baz. "They like being caressed and squeezed by expert hands." "We're not going to hurt you, Pat," said John. "In fact, we're going to make you feel good all over. Just lie back and go with the flow." It was then that John slipped my cock into his mouth and won me over in an instant. "Wow! That feels..." I spluttered, as I took hold of Baz's cock and squeezed it hard. "Oh my! That feels so-o-o..." "Your cock was made to be sucked, boy," said Baz. "And your uncle is the best cock-sucker I know." I sighed as the two men made me their sex pet. I just lay there, sandwiched between them, as they kissed and caressed my weak and willing body. I then felt my arsehole being fingered by John. "You're gonna shoot your bolt any second now, boy," said Baz. "So, don't worry about keeping your cock inside your uncle's mouth when you do. He loves the taste of teenage spunk." Just then, my whole body shuddered as a surge of excitement totally overwhelmed me. I just couldn't stop myself from pumping spunk into my uncle's mouth. In response, he sucked hard on my rigid length and swallowed every last drop. "That's it, boy!" continued Baz. "Let him have the lot." My body shuddered again when Baz's cock, aiding and abetting by my right hand, shot its load into my uncle's face. Baz then moved up to my head and invited me to lick his shiny cock-head clean. I purred like a cat and opened my mouth. "I told you not to make a fuss, boy," said Baz, laughing, "and to leave it all to us." John licked my nipples as both men ran their hands over my flat stomach and thighs. Baz cupped my ball-sac and squeezed gently. I gasped, and then moaned and groaned with pleasure. "He wants some more, Baz," said John. "The sexy sod wants to stay up all night and wear us out." My four-and-a-half-inch cock tingled as the two men swapped over and sandwiched me between their naked bodies again. Baz sucked my cock long and hard as John tweaked my nipples and fingered my arsehole. They swallowed my spunk four or five times that night, and covered my face with three loads of their spunk. I was totally out of it by the time the sun came up the next morning. ~ ~ ~ When I finally woke up, Baz and John were having breakfast. "C'mon, sleepyhead, time to get going," said John. "Jump in the shower and get dressed. Most of the fishing gear is already out on the front porch, so chop-chop." I spotted some dry spunk on my chest and stomach, so I knew the sex-romp had actually happened the night before, and was no dream. Baz and John didn't say a word about our midnight romp, so I didn't feel embarrassed at all. We fished all day on the nearest lake, and met several other men and boys doing the same. I landed a couple of fish and was well pleased with my catch. On our return to the cabin, we cooked the fish and had a jolly good evening around an open fire, chatting about everything except sex. John packed me off to bed at ten o'clock, with a reminder to brush my teeth and change into my pyjamas. Meanwhile, Baz and John sat on the front porch and drank beer. My cock stayed rock-hard as I lay in the middle of the bed, thinking about the night before. I so wanted to play with my cock, but decided not to take the risk. I did unbutton my pyjama top, and then my fly button, but did little else to pass the time. I heard the bedroom door creak open some ten to fifteen minutes later. There was moonlight coming in through a window on my right, so I could see the men enter the bedroom and step up to the double bed. They were naked and stroking their cocks, so I knew they were ultra-excited and keen to join me on the bed. My uncle slipped my pyjama bottoms down; and as he did so, I pretended to move in my sleep. This helped him get my pyjama bottoms off with ease. I then yawned and casually parted my top, just to show off my rib-cage and flat stomach in the moonlight. Baz sat on the bed and took hold of my stiff cock. I smelt the beer on his breath as he leaned forward and sucked in my throbbing stem. A few seconds later, my uncle wrapped my right hand round his fully erect cock. I then felt another man take hold of my left hand and wrap it round his hard-standing cock. As I stroked both cocks, I looked beyond the bed and saw two more men enter the bedroom. "We're here to welcome you to our club, boy," said the man on my left. "You met us down by the lake today. Remember?" I nodded my head and squeezed his cock hard. "We were impressed with your good looks and trim body," he continued. "And even the other two boys thought you would make an excellent addition to our club." I smiled when the bedside lamp came on. The three newcomers had long cocks, so I licked my lips and let them take my pyjama top off and stretch me out on my back. "That's it, Pat," said John. "Stretch out and get comfortable. I thought you'd like to meet more of my friends after last night's threesome." Baz licked my shiny cock-head and caressed my ball-sac. This made me purr like a cat and open my mouth. Doug was the first to shove his cock into my "accommodating cakehole". The bed creaked under the weight of six naked bodies enjoying themselves. The disorganised and unrestrained sexual tussle went on for ages; and of course, I was loving every minute of it. The men drove me crazy with their fingers, tongues and hard-standing cocks. I just couldn't keep up with the demands on my outstretched body. My cock and nipples were rock-hard, and the men working so tirelessly on every inch of my weak and willing body seemed happy to keep them that way. I was so grateful to those five horny men. "Don't you worry, boy," said Paul. "We'll be satisfying all your needs tonight. A boy like you will never need to look elsewhere for sex, not after attending one of our marathon sessions." "Too right!" added Brian. "My two boys are always wishing the days away at home. Group sex at the lakes is the only thing they crave nowadays. They just can't get enough of it." "Yeah, Gordon and Kevin just love taking it up the arse," said Baz. "Let's hope Pat is just as keen to bend over and take it up the arse for the team." I really liked cock-sucking, and everything else the men had introduced me to so far. However, I wasn't too sure about bending over and taking "it" up the arse for the team. John had fingered my arsehole the night before, so I kinda knew that "it" had something to do with cocks, and not fingers. "A fully erect cock is a lot thicker than a finger," I thought. "So, would I be able to handle an adult cock up the arse?" "Turn him over," said Doug. "Let's check out his arsehole." I gulped as the men turned me over and began squeezing my arse-cheeks. "He's got a fine looking arse," said Brian, as he clambered off the bed and stepped back to watch the show. Baz, John and Paul were quick to join him. They all wanted to see Doug take my "virgin arsehole". A few seconds later, Doug knelt between my legs and carefully eased my arse-cheeks apart. He then ran the tip of his tongue over my anus. My entire body shook as waves of pleasure ran up and down my spine. I moaned and groaned with a new-found joy, and then found that I couldn't stop my body quivering. The man had struck gold, and I was so-o-o grateful. "Please... Please do it again," I begged. "It feels great!" My body continued to quiver uncontrollably as more waves of pleasure overwhelmed my senses. Everything in the room began to blur as I begged for more tongue. Doug kept me on the very brink of a frenzied faint, and ensured that I stayed there for a mighty long time. I was now his creature, and that meant he owned my arsehole. "He's beautiful and tight," said Doug, as he fingered my hole. "Let's see if I can open him up a tad and give him more pleasure." The man's finger probed my arsehole for a good ten minutes. I continued to beg for more as he slowly broaden my horizons. He then wiped me out completely when he pushed a second finger into my throbbing hole. "Don't stop!" I yelled. "No need to fret, boy," said Doug. "I'm just putting some Vaseline into your tunnel of love." "Do-o-o hurry up," I stuttered. It was then that something small, black and rubbery-looking appeared before my eyes. "This is a dildo, Pat," said John. "It goes into an arsehole and gets it ready to take cock. Doug will insert it into your arsehole presently." "It will hurt at first," said Doug, "but you'll be able to cope. Just grit your teeth and think about all the club members you'll be helping. There's a lot of members, and associated members, in our fishing-cum-fucking club. The five of us are just the lucky vanguard". My whole body stiffened as the Vaseline-covered dildo entered my "tunnel of love". It pushed past my anal-ring and made my eyes water. The pain was very real, but my passion for this kind of sex kept me from freaking out and taking flight. "It hurts, Doug," I said through gritted teeth. "It hurts!" "See! I told you it would," said Doug. "I'm never wrong when it comes to these boy-meets-dildo moments." I moaned and groaned for quite a long time. Doug and the others seemed to enjoy my grunting and groaning as "Black Bob" stretched my anal-ring. They clearly liked to see me suffering, especially when the dildo was turned in a clockwise direction, and then back in an anti-clockwise direction. "He's taking it well," said Paul. "Let's grease him up some more and put 'Black Rod' to work." "No, no, no," said Doug. "I don't want to be fuckin' the Blackwall Tunnel tonight." I gulped when the dildo was carefully removed and replaced by Doug's enormous cock-head. "Push back when he pushes forward, Pat," said John. "That'll help a bit." Two of the men were now holding my head and shoulders down. I shouted out something garbled and vaguely religious." "What's he going on about?" asked Doug, as he pushed his cock deeper into my arsehole. "Something to do with sin, I think," said Baz." "That'll be the new reverend at his church," said John, "filling his head with religious nonsense." "Well! As a non-believer," said Doug, "I'll just stick to filling his arsehole with spunk." The men laughed as Doug began to slowly fuck me. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" I yelled, as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Take it out! Take it out!" "No can do, sinner," said Doug. "There's no going back now. Your arse belongs to us now." "Give him some amyl nitrite, John," said Baz. "That'll help him cope." After inhaling three or four sniffs from a small brown bottle, I felt a lot better; and kinda welcomed being fucked by Doug's large cock. I quickly pushed back as Doug pushed forward, so I was coping quite well. "That's it, Pat," said John. "Let the nice man fuck your arse. You look so cute and submissive, all spread out like that. I can't wait to fuck you next." "When my turn comes," said Baz, "I'll want him lying on his back, with his legs up in the air." "Yes, me to," said Paul. "No," said Brian. "He's got to be down on his hands and knees. That's my favourite position." More amyl nitrite was waved under my nose as the men continued to promote their favourite arse-fucking positions. Meanwhile, I was being asked to accommodate the best, and second best, positions. Come the morning, I had been fucked in seven or eight different positions, and liked them all. ~ ~ ~ "Morning, bandy legs," laughed Baz, as I slowly stepped out of the shower. "I didn't think you'd be able to get out of bed this morning. Why not stay in the cabin today and give your arse a rest?" "No, I'm fine," I replied. "I just need to walk around a bit and sit down from time to time." "We'll be going home today," he said. "So, if you want to bend over the porch rail and say goodbye to anybody? I'll..." "No!" I interrupted. "Last night was fun enough. I just need to walk around a bit and sit down from time to time." Baz laughed as he whacked me playfully across the arse.