Date: Tue, 22 Nov 2011 19:09:07 +0000 (GMT)
From: Andy Caulden <andycaulden@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Speedoo - Part 1 (M+/t, anal, oral)

All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional
and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males
and a teenage boy. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or
offended by such material.

Speedoo - Part 1

By Andy Caulden

The first time I saw a man's cock was in 1965. I was fourteen years old at
the time, with a shock of blond hair, which made me look like a girl, and a
very inquisitive mind.

I recall standing at the urinals in the public toilet, alongside a big,
burly black man. I had seen the man in the local park several times, in the
company of a gangly, blond youth - being a coal-black West Indian, he stood
out like a sore thumb in the mainly white East End of the 1960s.

We both stood at the urinals in total silence, while I peed and he fumbled
with his cock. Initially I thought he had finished peeing and was simply
putting his cock away. However, we both continued to stand there, while I
looked furtively sideways and he turned slightly to his left, to show off
his enormous, coal-black length.

In an instant, I was mesmerized by his exotic, and now growing, uncut stem.
I just couldn't believe such a treasure could be lurking down there,
between a man's legs.

I now stared blatantly at the cock as it grew bigger in the man's hand. I
had stopped peeing, but still I couldn't take my eyes off its bulbous knob
and heavily veined stem. I was frozen, like a rabbit in the glare of a
car's oncoming headlights, and awestruck by the ebony treasure.

'Do you like my todger, boy?' the man asked, smiling. 'It's nice and big,
and real stiff. Go on, give it a little feel.'

I just stood there, completely mesmerized. I so wanted to touch the
'todger', which I instantly renamed 'my treasure', but was far too scared.
Anyone could just walk in and catch me holding the man's cock. I would die
of shame if such a thing happened.

Reading my mind, the Caribbean charmer said:

'No one is gonna see you touch it, except for me. The gravel path outside
the loo will let us know if we're gonna have company.'

The man was absolutely right: the scrunch of shoe leather on the gravel
outside would definitely give us a lot of warning.

'C'mon, boy,' he continued. 'You know you want to touch it. And just think!
This might be your only chance to caress and squeeze a black man's todger.'

I was so tempted to reach out and take hold of 'my treasure', but still I
hesitated.

'It's really big... and s-o-o...'

'Stiff,' he interrupted. 'So get a hold of it while it's still raring to
go.'

I just couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I put out my hand and
gently fingered the shiny, bulbous knob.

'That's it, boy,' he swooned. 'Run those little white fingers up and down
Speedoo's todger. Make it tingle and shudder.'

The magic emanating from the ebony wand kept my hand firmly attached to its
hard-standing length. I was now hooked, and the man knew it.

'What's your name, boy?' he asked. 'Mine's Earl, but most people call me
Speedoo.'

'Simon,' I answered. 'Simon Taylor.'

'Well, Master Simon. Are you gonna be my todger's new toucher and taster?'
he asked. 'You certainly have the look of a good toucher and taster, and
I'm famous for picking the right boy for the right job.'

'Taster?' I queried.

'Yep,' he replied. 'You touch the todger first, and then you open your
mouth and lick it, before sucking on it like an ice-lolly.'

'I'm not doing that,' I said. 'Did that other boy play with it like that?'

'Other boy?' he queried. 'Oh, you mean Ronny. The long streak of piss I was
with in the park last week. Yep, he loves sucking cock.'

I looked down at the ebony wand and tried to imagine the boy sucking on its
rigid length.

'He likes to play with my ball-bag as well,' Speedoo continued. 'He's a
real cock-sucker; and I taught him everything he knows. In fact, he's
sucking on a cock right now.'

'Really!' I said, wide-eyed. 'Is it as big as yours?'

'Yep,' he answered, 'and just as black and stiff.'

'I don't mind touching it with my fingers,' I said coyly. 'But I don't want
to lick it like an ice-lolly. Not now, leastways.'

'No probs,' he said. 'You just play with it for as long as you want. And
don't forget to play with my ball-bag as well.'

Speedoo didn't try to touch my four-inch cock during our little get-
together that day, even thought it was sticking out of my short trousers
and begging for some attention. He also didn't ask me to wank him off to
completion. No, he just let me explore every inch of his coal-black cock
and ball-sac with my inquisitive fingers.

*   *   *

It only took the Caribbean charmer a few days to get me to suck on his cock
at the urinals, as he slowly wanked me off to completion.

I was then seen walking beside him in the park on a regular basis, in place
of Ronny. We would stop off at the park keeper's hut and have a chat with
Brian, the parkie.

During these chats, the door remained locked as I sat on Brian's lap with
my cock out. Speedoo usually knelt on the floor before us, and helped the
old man bring me off to an earth-shattering climax. He also liked to suck
on my cock during these lunchtime sessions, as did Brian.

Some three weeks later I was invited to visit Brian's third-floor flat,
which overlooked the north side of the park, to have a sex romp with Brian,
Speedoo and another West Indian man named Lloyd.

My heart was thumping like a drum when I reached the third floor and rang
Brian's doorbell. I had decided to wear my ordinary Saturday clothes, just
in case my parents became suspicious - I really wanted to wear my smart,
trendy clothes, but Brian cautioned me against the idea, saying that it
might set off an alarm bell in my mum's head.

'Right on time,' said Brian, as he stood in the open doorway and beckoned
me inside. 'Lloyd likes to play 79 with a new boy. It's a card game like
rummy, but you win or lose clothes, not money.'

'That sounds like fun,' I said, smiling. 'I'm useless at playing cards, so
I'll be starkers in no time at all.'

'But then you'll have to do a whole lot of forfeits to get your clothes
back.'

'That sounds like fun, too,' I said, taking off my bomber jacket and
handing it to the old man, who hung it up with the other coats in the
hallway.

We then entered the living-room, as Lloyd and Speedoo came walking in from
the kitchen. Lloyd was a little bigger than Speedoo, but nowhere near as
good-looking.

'So you wanna play a game of 79, boy?' asked Speedoo.

'Yes,' I replied, smiling.

'And you don't mind playing for clothes?' asked Lloyd.

'No, that'll be fine,' I replied, as a quiver of raw excitement made my
cock twitch in anticipation.

It soon became clear that I was being hustled out of my togs big time, by
players that really knew how to leave an opponent with nothing to win. I
was soon down to my short trousers and Y-fronts, and had just lost another
game.

'That's a double whammy,' said Brian. 'The ace counts against you twice, so
you owe me a pair of trousers and whatever you're wearing underneath them.'

I put my cards down and unbuttoned my trousers, whilst the three fully
dressed men watched my every move. My hard-standing cock sprang up and out
of my Y-fronts as I slipped them off in front of the three boy-lovers.

'That's a nice looking cock,' said Lloyd, as he put his coal-black hand on
my snow-white arse and gave it a gentle squeeze.

'Well, you lose, Simon,' said Brian. 'So you're gonna have to win back your
clothes with a sexy forfeit or two; or three; or four.'

'There's bound to be some good forfeit ideas in that photo-set you showed
us last night, Brian,' said Lloyd.

'Good idea,' said Brian. 'Simon can peruse each and every photo, and see
how forfeits are done properly.'

I sat on the sofa, with Lloyd on my left and Speedoo on my right, and
waited for Brian to retrieve a stack of black and white photographs from
the sideboard.

The first eight-by-ten featured Ronny, the boy from the park, being fucked
by Lloyd and Speedoo. He was stark-bollock-naked, as were the two West
Indians, and sucking on Speedoo's cock, while Lloyd humped his bony, white
arse.

My cock twitched with excitement as I studied several close-ups of Ronny
gagging on 'my treasure' and being rear-ended by Lloyd's awesome length.

'Do you like the photos, Simon?' Brian asked.

'O-o-oh, yes,' I replied, as I studied several more snaps of snow-white
Ronny being spit-roasted between the two coal-black studs. 'There're truly
awesome.'

'We sweated him for a good two hours,' said Lloyd, as he took hold of my
left hand and placed it over his groin.

'Could you handle a session like that, Simon?' asked Speedoo, as he took
hold of my right hand and cupped it over his groin.

'O-o-oh, yes,' I replied, as the two men encouraged me to play with their
cocks. 'I could handle three cocks like that, for three or four hour.'

'Such bravado,' said Brian to his two friends. 'I bet he could handle a
dozen or more cocks, once we break him in.'

I smiled as Brian lit up a joint and passed it round. I'd never smoked
anything like marijuana before, so I felt the effect immediately.

Lloyd then kissed me, with his tongue inside my mouth, as he took hold of
my cock and squeezed it real hard.

Meanwhile, Brian had produced a camera from behind the sofa and was
capturing the kiss on film. He then stood back to snap me being encouraged,
with a friendly slap across the arse, to suck cock.

I was now on the sofa, on all-fours, with Speedoo's cock in my mouth and my
arse up in the air, in Lloyd's face.

The marijuana was making me feel real sexy, so Lloyd took the opportunity
to finger my arsehole, using a little Vaseline to ease the way, to see if I
could take a pounding that day.

'Can he take a length, Lloyd?' Brian asked.

'Yes, but he needs cleaning out first,' Lloyd replied.

'So let's give our young guest a quick enema before we fuck his brains
out,' said Brian, laughing.

So long story short: I was taken in to the bathroom and given an enema, via
a shower hose. The experience wasn't much fun, but within ten minutes I was
back in the living-room and ready for cock.

The three men were now stark-bollock-naked and raring to go. So I continued
to suck on Speedoo's cock as Lloyd finger-fucked me with two fingers.

'Do you want to hump him first, Speedoo?' Lloyd asked, removing his fingers
from my arsehole.

'Too right I do,' Speedoo replied, as he pulled my head up and forced me to
stop sucking cock.

The two men then positioned me on my back, with my head hanging over one
arm of the sofa.

'Have you been fucked before, Simon?' Brian asked, as he knelt down to get
a better shot with the camera.

'No, never,' I replied, as my legs were raised up and spread apart by
Speedoo.

'It might hurt a bit,' said Speedoo, 'but you can take it. A big boy like
you won't want me to stop halfway through.'

'No, the pain won't last long,' Lloyd added. 'And then you'll be begging
for more cock, not less.'

Speedoo held my legs apart as Lloyd smeared a little more Vaseline on my
anus, before smearing some over his friend's cock.

'You look fantastic, boy,' said Brian. 'That ribcage looks so awesome, and
that sunken belly pit...'

'And don't forget his ball-bag and stiff stem," Lloyd interrupted. 'Get a
close-up of them before Speedoo fucks him.'

Speedoo began to rub his knob against my anus, as Brian encouraged him to
'go in deep' and 'fuck the boy hard'.

Jeez! Lloyd's fingers hadn't prepared me for Speedoo's first push. I felt
as though he was splitting me in two.

The man loomed over me as he slowly lanced me with his nine-inch cock. I
began to pant and groan as his cock eased itself in to my inner sanctum.

It was then that Lloyd's cock suddenly appeared in front of my face. The
man clearly wanted me to suck on his manhood, so I opened my mouth and
gobbled up his shiny knob.

Speedoo was gradually getting every inch of his cock inside my horny,
fourteen-year-old body.

'Is he tight?' Lloyd asked.

'Yep, real tight,' Speedoo grunted. 'The boy's arse is nice and tight.'

'That's it, you two,' said Brian. 'Get those cocks deep inside our new bum-
boy.'

I felt wonderfully seedy, and so slutty, as Brian's camera captured me
being used by two black studs.

'Now breathe in, Simon,' said Lloyd, as he thrust his whole cock down my
throat.

I panicked and gagged, and spluttered spittle all over his cock. This
seemed to excite him even more.

'Breathe in through your nose, boy,' said Brian, as Lloyd thrust forward
again.

This time I managed to take in the cock without gagging.

'Good boy,' Brian continued. 'Just keep breathing in through your nose,
while Lloyd fucks your throat.'

I now had the hang of it. So Lloyd began to fuck my throat properly.

Meanwhile, Speedoo was power fucking my arse with his nine-inch stem.

'I'm almost there, Brian,' he said. 'So get the camera lined up for the big
finish.'

'No worries there,' Brian replied.

Speedoo's cock pulsed inside me, and then started flooding my inner sanctum
with spunk. I felt spurt after spurt of hot spunk leave the man's ball-sac.

'I'm there now, Brian,' said Lloyd, as he thrust forward and released his
load in to my mouth.

I began to choke on the man's seed as it shot down my throat.

'Drink it all down, boy,' said Brian. 'It's full of vitamins.'

Eventually Lloyd and Speedoo pulled out, which gave Brian the perfect
opportunity to hand Lloyd the camera and step in to the breach. His cock
was smaller than Speedoo's, so it slipped inside me easily.

'Grab those hips and fuck him hard, Brian,' said Speedoo. 'He's the best
fuck I've had all month.'

Brian slapped my arse, grabbed my bony hips and fucked me hard for a good
ten minutes. I was huffing and puffing like an old steam train by the time
he shed his load.

Jeez! An hour ago I was an anal virgin, but now I'd taken two cocks up the
bum.

I collapsed and tumbled on to the floor after the fuck-fest, and lay
alongside the three spent men.

'Can we show the photographs to our friends, Simon?' Brian asked.

'Yeah, why not,' I replied, smiling.

'He's such a slut,' said Speedoo, as he grabbed hold of my cock and started
wanking me off.

'What if our friends want to meet you in person; would you be up for that?'
Brian asked.

'Yeah, why not,' I replied. 'The more the merrier.'

I know for a fact the photographs were seen by hundreds of men over the
following years; but alas, I was only fucked by a fraction of that number.

It was then that the doorbell rang.

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Copyright (c) Andy Caulden, November 2011