Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2023 15:25:30 +0000 From: Kevin Webster Subject: The Bus Shelter-1 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a teenage boy and adult males. Read no further if you are under the age of 18 or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org). Let's keep this site up and running. Gay / Adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/t - - - - - The Bus Shelter - Part 1 I remember hurrying along, on my way home from school, when the first few drops of rain began to fall. It quickly turned into a downpour as I ran to the bus shelter, which stood just outside the park gates. I wasn't the only one who had stepped out of the rain. As I entered the shelter, a middle-aged man turned his head in my direction. "You've just made it in time, blondie," he said, smiling. "We're gonna be stuck in here for a good long while; it's fuckin' hammering down out there." I looked at the man and nodded my head in agreement. He was tall and slim, and looked to be in his early 40s, with dark brown hair. "Smoke?" he asked, as he offered me a cigarette. "No thanks," I replied. "Fuckin' wise decision," he said. "Best stick to wanking at your age. It's fun... and it's free." The man could see the look of shock on my face. It was 1962, so no one said the word "wanking" to a complete stranger, especially if that stranger was a 13-year-old schoolboy. We both turned our heads and looked out at the rain as a flash of lightning lit up the deserted streets. "How would you like to make some money, blondie?" he said a few minutes later. "Doing what?" I replied. "Wanking me off," he said, as he dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. I thought about this for a few seconds. It didn't seem an unreasonable request. After all, I had performed this service on several of my schoolmates; and once, in the park bushes, I had shown a bunch of younger boys how to wank off. Also, I was keen to see what an adult cock looked like. "How much?" I asked. "Half-a-crown," he answered. This was a considerable amount of money: it was equal to five-times my weekly pocket money, and would allow me to buy more wagons for my model railway. "Okay," I answered. "Where?" "Back there in the shadows, on the bench." "It's a bit risky," I said. "What if a bus comes along, or someone decides to come in from out of the rain?" "We'll sit side by side, like father and son, and you can wank me off under my jacket, which I'll drape over my lap." "Nah! It's far too risky." "No one is going to be out in this weather," he said, "it's pelting down. And a bus will only stop if someone flags it down. It's a Request stop." I sat alongside him on the bench, with his jacket over his lap. It was an invigorating wank, and he clearly enjoyed it. No one disturbed us throughout the thunderstorm, so I held onto his rigid cock for a mighty long time. "Thanks for that, boy," he said. "I'll give you five bob tomorrow, when we meet up in the park hut. Brian, the parkie, is my oppo, so he won't mind us using the hut." I really thought that I had been duped. Brian would probably deny all knowledge of the bus shelter man and I would be five bob down. I was really miffed as I made my way home. The next day, Brian waved me over as I walked past the park hut. "Frank's already inside," he said, "so strip off in the hut and earn your ten bob." "Ten bob?" I queried. "Frank said five bob." "Yes, five bob from Frank and five bob from me," Brian explained. I stepped inside the hut and Frank was standing there in the nude. He helped me undress as Brian came in and locked the door. The hut was tucked away in a corner of the park, behind some bushes, so not many people knew it was there. "He's a good-looking kid, Frank," Brian said, as he lit a small oil lamp and hung it up. "Is he a virgin?" "I hope so," Frank said, as his played with my three-inch stiffy. Brian stripped off and began groping my naughty bits. The two naked men got me really excited as they played with my cock, ball-sac and arsehole. I liked all the attention I was receiving as Brian opened a jar of Vaseline. "It will hurt at first," Frank said, as he fingered my arsehole, "but you'll soon get to like it." "Like what?" I asked, as the pain wiped me out. "Being fucked, boy," Brian said. I was sweating like a pig when Frank's hand covered my mouth. I kept shouting for them to stop as the two men fucked my arsehole for a mighty long time. The pain did eventually subside, but still I kept shouting. Outside, my muffled cries could be heard by anyone passing by, but luckily, no one was in earshot. Brian and Frank had fucked a lot of boys in the hut. They were generally caught in the bushes, enjoying themselves. Brian would invite them inside the hut to look at some porno magazines. The sex that followed was always consensual, so no one made too much noise. My surprise fuck did upset things a little, but then suddenly I became ultra-compliant. Something had rubbed me up the right way, so my cries of "No! No! No!" soon became cries of "More! More! More!" "He's now an eager beaver, Frank," Brian said. "So, tell him to shut up and go with the flow." "No need," I thought to myself. "Having two men pressing all the right buttons would ensure that I would be back in the hut on a regular basis." After the double fuck, Brian washed me down and Frank dried me off. I staggered out of the hut and walked off my sore arsehole. A hot bath helped me reshape my hole that evening. ~ ~ ~ The next day, which was a Saturday, I spent in the hut. I was stripped naked and fucked by four men that day, and walked away with four pounds in my pocket. The money didn't matter to me much, because I had to hide it away and keep it safe. Only the sucking and fucking kept me coming back to the hut for more.