Date: Sun, 29 Aug 1999 19:38:37 0100
From: Stephan Raven <stephan_raven@gay-mail.net>
Subject: The Red Swim-Trunks Affair - Part One

Disclaimer: If you're not eighteen or it's illegal for you to be reading
this, you shouldn't be.

This story features consensual sex between a teenage boy and a couple of older
men. If that's not your thing, don't go any further.

This is for Josh, who's responsible for inspiring it and encouraging its
development. Thanks, Josh. Any resemblance between the real Josh and the
character in this story was mostly just lucky guesswork on my part, although I
extrapolated the physical description from Josh's pen-portrait of himself. At
the moment, this is just a horny fantasy with no particular back-plot, although
I have the inklings of one coming on.

Comments can reach me at Stephan_Raven@gay-mail.net. Flames will be ignored
unless I'm in the mood to yank someone's chain, in which case I might critique
them.

On with the show...

The Red Swim-Trunks Affair

Part One.

Boredom and frustration were fighting themselves to a stalemate in Josh's mind.
The boredom was natural enough; a sixteen-year-old boy can think of better
things to do on a gloriously hot summer day than be stuck in a department store,
modelling swimwear like some kind of animated tailor's dummy.  The frustration
came from the miniature garment that he was - just barely - wearing.

Not that the tiny little pair of red trunks didn't flatter his alluring young
body. Very small and very tight, they only just covered his cute little butt,
and had even more trouble coping with his impressive cock. He'd actually had to
cram his meat down towards his asscrack  to get the damned things to fit at all.
The rest of his body - the tan skin, shapely legs, muscular arms, and
well-developed pecs with their new light dusting of brown hair - was on full
display, and he'd drawn plenty of admiring glances from men and women alike.
His hot brown eyes, peering from beneath his mussed brown hair, had avoided
making contact with any of his admirers, though. Dressed like this even the
slightest swelling of his dick would be instantly apparent, and he was
desperately trying to think of anything except sex. Being a teenage male,
however, he wasn't succeeding any too well.

Especially not with studs like that around. Unwillingly, he felt his eyes drawn
to the two guys who'd just walked into the store. Sex on four legs, and
strutting like they knew it

The first looked like he might be a model himself ... the kind the cigarette
advertisers use to give their smokes a macho image. Mid-twenties, five-eight,
close-cropped dark hair, designer stubble, and Latin eyes filled with lustful
fire. His jeans were tight and black, caressing a tiny bubble butt and a bulge
that almost made Josh drool ... shit, did he have to think of the word
'caressing'? The thought of running his hands over that perfect ass and crotch
was starting to tent his trunks...

Dude number two looked like he should be carrying a surfboard. Long,
dirty-blonde hair, a California tan, brilliant blue eyes. His jeans were loose,
making it hard for Josh to see the size of his cock, but both it and the shirt
were ripped, giving the horny teen a tantalising glimpse of blonde-furred leg or
big, pink nipple jutting from hard tit.

God, oh God, prayed Josh, please let my shift end before this monster between my
legs gets out of control. I know this isn't the kind of prayer you normally get,
but isn't my problem a bit more interesting from the whining you normally get
from the guys in frocks? Let me have some credit for originality, and give me a
break here!

Josh walked back and forth a few more times, the loudspeaker overhead droning
some meaningless BS about who designed the pocket-handkerchief around his
crotch, then the moment of escape finally came, and he made a break for the
changing cubicle before his swelling meat got totally impossible to miss.

His eyes barely had a chance to register Marlboro Man waiting inside the little
cubbyhole before Surf Dude clicked the door behind him and locked it. The three
bodies crowded the tiny room, invading each other's personal space. Marlboro Man
was rubbing his crotch. Josh swallowed his mouth suddenly incredibly dry. There
was no doubt what these two guys wanted from him.

They were staring at him, waiting for the signal to go ahead. Josh hesitated for
a second, but his cock was making it very clear what it wanted. In one smooth
motion, he ripped the stupid trunks off, proudly exposing his fat
Italian-stallion prick to the two guys as it exploded into swollen rigidity. As
he bent down to pull them off, his naked asscrack felt the familiar sensation of
another cock sliding down towards his hole. Glancing down, he saw surf dude's
long white dick sticking out of his fly.

"Later", Marlboro Man told Surfer Dude roughly. He grabbed the trunks from Josh,
inhaling the teenage boy ball-scent clinging to the fabric, then pulled the kid
into a hard embrace. Their tongues clashed and Josh felt himself drowning in
sensation. The scratching of stubble against his face, the roughness of the
denim shirt against his tits, rubbing against him and hardening his nipples, the
smooth feel of the jeans against his bare legs, the sudden icy cold as the metal
zipper stroked against his aching cock. Then Marlboro Man was pulling his hand
down towards the zipper, urging him to pull it down and explore the treasures
inside.

Josh felt a faint tickle as the metal of the now-open zipper caught the short
hairs on the back of his hand. Marlboro Man apparently didn't believe in
underwear, and he could feel the thick, coarse pubes against his fingertips.

He moved his hand downwards, slowly, deliberately, prolonging the pleasure. He
felt the solid root of manhood against his palm, engorged with blood and folded
over painfully in the tight jeans.

Josh felt Marlboro Man's tongue slip out of his mouth, the older guy's stubble
scraping against his cheek as his mouth settled around Josh's earlobe. "Lower",
he told the lad, the voice a serpent's hiss. "Go lower". Josh felt the sudden
sharp jab of teeth biting down, never quite hard enough to draw blood, just
enough to add one more sensation to the sensory overload he was experiencing.
Obediently, his fingers drifted lower, running over the smooth plum crowning
that magnificent rod. It was huge, flaring out like the head of a king cobra,
and the boy felt a shiver of mingled fear and anticipation running through him
as he imagined his asshole stretching out around it.

Surfer Dude was standing behind him, those gold-tanned hands doing incredible
things to his tits. Nails, fingertips, palms, gentle strokes and sharp pinching
movements - the guy knew it all.

The blonde surfer dipped his head towards Josh's ear. He and Marlboro man
exchanged a wet kiss, tongues clashing in the open air and dripping saliva
across their young victim's shoulder. Then the blonde stud lowered his head
still further, whispering throatily into Josh's ear "Can I get you anything?"

The possibilities raced through Josh's mind, almost too numerous to imagine. His
voice, when he spoke, was a hoarse croak he barely recognised as his own voice.
"Naked. I need you both naked first".

Marlboro Man and Surfer Dude exchanged a lecherous grin. Josh's back suddenly
felt chill as the warm body pressing against it moved away, then the blonde guy
was slipping behind Marlboro Man. It was cramped in the little cubicle and his
swollen cock bent up against Josh's thigh as he moved past. The warm sensation
as the dick stroked against his skin made what little breath the boy could
summon catch in his throat.

Then Surfer Dude's lean, strong fingers were yanking impatiently at Marlboro
Man's shirt buttons, revealing a sight that made Josh's mouth water. Marlboro
Man was _very_ furry, his coarse black hairs running right across the tight pecs
and washboard stomach. His nipples were startlingly pink, two swollen islands in
a sea of darkness. Like a hunting hawk, Josh's mouth swooped down, catching each
nipple in turn in his teeth and making the hairy stud groan loudly. His tongue
brushed gently against each nub, and they hardened still further at the caress.

His hand was still inside Marlboro Man's fly, and he felt Surfer Dude undoing
the belt and releasing the button. Unclamping himself from the hot teat (the guy
would have a nice little set of matching bruises there tomorrow, but from the
noises he was making, it would be worth it), he stepped back to savour the
moment as that incredible manhood was finally revealed.

It didn't disappoint. In all his years of devotion to other guys' dicks, Josh
had never seen a cockhead quite that purple before, nor balls so hairy. It was a
primal thing; a personification of raw male lust, rearing above a pair of
superbly muscled legs like a cobra ready to strike.

Josh's palms itched to grip it, his mouth ached to taste it, but he was
distracted by surfer dude, who'd just removed his own, ripped, shirt. The moment
of hesitation was enough for Marlboro Man to drop to his knees and swallow
Josh's cock in one swift gulp. Impressive, was his last coherent thought. He
wasn't small, but the guy had taken him down in one delicious rush.

The glorious sensations of Marlboro Man's throat around his dick make a perfect
counterpoint to the sight of Surfer Dude's body as it was gradually exposed to
Josh's hungry gaze. His tits make a superb contrast to Marlboro Man's ...
absolutely hairless and golden-tanned, the nipples as large as his friend's but
much darker, almost chocolate-coloured. The nubs were longer, too, jutting like
tiny volcanoes. As the surfer he tossed his shirt away, Josh got a titillating
view of his blonde-furred pits, then the muscular arms dropped down again and
the hands were undoing the belt.

Ahhh ... yes, _definitely_ a natural blonde. His pubes were short and sparse,
but the golden down covering the legs more than made up for it. His tan was
interrupted only by the smallest possible patch of white about his groin, which
turned up the heat in Josh's crotch by yet another notch. I'm getting _all_ this
guy's body, the thought burned through the kid's mind. There's no part of
himself that he isn't sharing with me...

The cock, fully revealed now, was long and conical, narrow near the pink bulb at
his head, but broadening to an awesome thickness below. A perfect fuck-tool,
Josh thought to himself, and in that instant he know what's going to happen
next.

"There's a rubber and some lube in my bag, over there", he managed to gasp at
Surfer Dude over the slurping from his groin. The sensations as Marlboro Man dug
his tongue into the piss-slit, then sank down again to take his entire length,
were shutting down most of his higher brain functions. He was a little surprised
that his voice still worked. "I need that thing inside me. Now."

That provoked a breathy chuckle from both of them. Surfer Dude reached down into
Josh's bag, deliberately bending down much further than necessary and giving the
boy a superb close-up view of his asshole. Soft and pink, nestled between a pair
of tight, unblemished round orbs. For a moment, Josh almost reconsidered what
he'd like to do. To fuck an ass like that...

But then Surfer Dude straightened up, and that perfectly shaped cock bounced
back up into view. "No _way_" the lad decided "am I going to miss out on taking
every inch of this guy!"

Marlboro Man scrambled back to his feet as Josh reached out to 'help' Surfer
Dude put the rubber on and lube himself up, the action just an excuse to run his
hands over the other guy's cock, of course. He brushed his thumb over his
piss-slit and around the edge of the bulb through the smooth, slimy material,
and an explosive gasp escaped the blonde's lips. The sudden cold as his
saliva-drenched cock was exposed to the air brought Josh's anticipation to fever
pitch.

Surfer Dude wrenched Josh forward into a violent French kiss, letting the boy
smell the salt-water scent clinging to his blonde hair. Then abruptly, he
slipped around behind the kid and bent him over, bringing his face level with
Marlboro Man's rampant cock. Marlboro Man picked up the cue and started to tease
the lad, deliberately holding his monster dick just out of Josh's reach. Josh
strained to reach it, occasionally managing to wipe the slit with his eager
tongue.

Surfer Dude's lube-soaked forefinger rubbed around his hole, caressing, then
Josh felt the pressure as the other guy started to push inside. It was longer
than any cock which Josh had ever taken before, but that perfect shape makes it
easy for the horny teen to handle it, and an electric thrill started stabbing at
the base of his cock as the surfer pushed in to the hilt. Josh jerked
involuntarily as the invader rubbed up against his prostate, feeling as though
every nerve in his body was being sucked into a black hole at his center. The
sudden warmth of flesh against his asscheeks told him that he'd been penetrated
all the way, and then he felt those clever hands on his nipples again, pinching
and teasing them as Surfer Dude pulled him upright. His tight boy tunnel
contracted even further around the intruding cock, and he felt the blonde guy's
hot breath gasp into his ear even as a wet tongue stretched out to lick at his
neck.

The fuck was slow and careful, each pass against Josh's prostate leaving him
frustrated and literally crying out for more. He screamed for Surfer Dude to
pump harder, faster, but the blonde just grinned sadistically and forced his
fingers into the boy's mouth, silencing his cries. Josh licked at them
frantically, dripping saliva onto Surfer Dude's arm and down towards the carpet.


Marlboro Man stepped up in front of the two furiously rutting figures, grasping
his cock firmly in his hand. Gently, he ran the sensitive rims of his own and
Josh's cock-bulbs together. With his dick being bombarded with stabs of erotic
pleasure from _both_ ends, Josh nearly came on the spot. But Marlboro Man
stepped back a pace, denying him. Then another pace forward, another stroke of
cockhead against cockhead, another pace back. And another. And another.

Josh wondered if he were about to go insane. Frantically, he reached for his own
cock, but Marlboro Man's hands grasped his wrists roughly.

"Oh, no, little boy", Surfer Dude told him, low and intense. "It's not that
easy...". Josh started to struggle against his captors, half-playfully, his
wriggling, sweaty teen-boy body sliding against theirs.

Damn them both! Well, when Surfer Dude came inside him, the spasms should be
enough to send him over the edge without even touching himself...

Except that Surfer Dude was withdrawing. Josh clenched his ring around the
retreating cock, desperate to stop it leaving, but he'd been too well lubed. He
couldn't _believe_ this. They couldn't be _doing_ this to him!

"Feel pretty pissed off with us, huh?" Surf Dude asked as he peeled the condom
off.

"Oh yeah", Marlboro Man chuckled, looking at the boy's expression. "REAL pissed
off".

"So I bet", Surf Dude was standing beside Josh now, turning his face towards him
while Marlboro Man still held his wrists "that he'd be pretty ... merciless ...
if he had us at his mercy ... utterly at his command ... his to use and abuse
any way he wanted..."

Josh felt the breaths tickle his cheek, and now fingers were lightly lifting his
balls, careful not to touch his dick.

As excruciating as the ache in his cock was getting, the offer sounded too
incredible ... God, unbelievable ... was he actually saying...

"We'll be in the car park outside this store in five minutes", Marlboro Man
confirmed his thoughts. "Come home with us, and you'll get your revenge. We'll
be your slaves ... your sex toys ... your every fantasy come to life..."

They could obviously tell from his expression, Josh thought, what his answer
was. He stood there in a daze, naked and hard, as they shrugged back into their
clothes, their magnificent cocks vanishing once more into folds of cloth.

"One more thing", Surfer Dude told Josh. He started to rummage in a plastic bag
he must have dropped by the door earlier, and produced a long T-shirt.

"Good enough", he commented, holding it against Josh. It was clearly too large,
coming to just past the boy's thigh.

"You can wear this to get yourself out of the store",  Surfer Dude told him,
his grin pure evil. "But underneath..."

Marlboro Man was holding up the discarded red swim trunks. "All you get to wear
are these".

He'd agree to assassinate the Pope at the moment, just to get these two naked
again, so Josh just nodded. He lifted each leg to let Surfer Dude slip the
trunks back on. They bulged obscenely, highlighting every detail of his raging
erection.

"Yesss ..." Marlboro Man ran his nails along the Lycra-covered tube, one last
time.

"Oh, yes ... one last warning", Surf Dude added. "The first thing we'll do when
you get into the car is to check that thing out. If it's not as hard as it is
right now ... the deal's off. So no crafty jerk-offs before you leave."

Damn them both! Damn, them, damn them, damn them, damn them, damn them...

This, thought Josh, had better be worth it!

TO BE CONTINUED ...

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