Date: Fri, 01 Dec 2023 12:23:11 +0000 From: Andy Ashcroft Subject: The Lenton Lurkers 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 donate to nifty.org (https://donate.nifty.org). Gay - Adult-youth: M+/t, oral, anal - - - - - The Lenton Lurkers I was 13 years old when this adventure began in 1962. I sucked off the two men as they sat naked on the leather sofa. "I really love the way you suck cock, Danny," Brian said. "So, can I suck your cock when you go down on George again?" I quickly nodded my head as Brian slipped off the sofa and positioned himself between my legs. Eventually, the three of us ended up in a cock-sucking circle on the carpet, which saw me sucking George's cock, George sucking Brian's cock, and Brian sucking my cock. The session went on for almost an hour. "That was fuckin' awesome," Brian said, as he broke away from the circle. "The boy's a natural spunk guzzler." "And he's all ours for the summer holidays," George added. ~ ~ ~ After Brian left, George told me to take a hot bath and get ready for another cock-sucking session. Dave and Roy were so pleased to meet me. They, like Brian, were in their late 30s and ardent boy-lovers. They were naked in no time at all, and face-fucking me in rotation for over an hour. "He's a horny little scamp, George." Roy said. "Has he been arse-fucked yet?" "No," George replied. "I'm hoping Kevin, Harry's teenage son, will be doing the honours in that regard. He's cock is nice and thin, so he won't be breaking Danny's hole first time out." "Good thinking," Dave said. George introduced me to all of his like-minded friends over the next few days. I must have sucked eight adult cocks and two teenage cocks. ~ ~ ~ "Hello, Dan," Dave said, as he stopped me in the park on Saturday morning. "I thought you would be at George's house today, sucking cock." "Nah," I replied. "George wants me to rest up for the Monday rush." "So, you're not interested in showing off your tackle in Roy's car today?" "How do you mean?" I asked. "Well, Roy and I like to head to Lenton Wood and show off a youngster's cock to the Lenton Lurkers. We normally take Kevin or Owen, but they're not available today. So, I was hoping you might sit in the back of Roy's car and wank off for the lurkers." "That sounds like fun." I said, as I rubbed my hand over the bulge between my legs." "Roy's car is parked in Rushmoor Road, by the park gates," Dave said. "So, just get in the back and unbutton your flies." Sometime later, I found out that Kevin and Owen were starring in a film at George's house. The two boys were posing in the nude and sucking cock for George and his friends. Meanwhile, I was sitting in the back of Roy's car, on my way to Lenton Wood, with Dave's hand wrapped around my rock-hard cock. "I'm so glad you stepped in to save the day, Danny," Roy said. "You can start to get undressed when I turn off the main road and head for the wood. Once there, I want you to show off your assets to the men standing around the car. Is that okay?" "Yes, Roy," I replied, as Dave pulled me close and gave me my first French kiss. "You can do whatever you like, boy," Roy said. "Just make sure the men can see your hard-standing cock at all times. No shy cover-ups with your hands." When Dave collected up my clothes and joined Roy, I stretched out on the back seat and took hold of my stiffy. The lurkers appeared from every direction. They gathered around the car and peered through the side windows. I gulped as they leered at my naked body. One man wanted me to lower the window on my left, but I shook my head and blew him a kiss. "Just focus on the job in hand, boy," Roy said. "The doors are locked, so show off your assets and give the men a thrill." I smiled and let the men see my arse-cheeks. I then slowly stroked my cock as the men did the same outside the car. "This is really exciting," I said to Dave. "I so want to do this again." "No problem," Roy said. "Just make sure you're inside a car, with all the doors locked. Some of these lurkers have form, so don't give 'em an inch. Just show them your assets and let them dream the rest." I wanked off three times that afternoon, and kept going during my ride home. Dave and Roy made quite a bit of money from the lurkers, and promised to return the next Saturday with me in tow. I didn't say anything to Dave and Roy, but I knew one of the lurkers. Mr. Moore was my friend's dad. He smiled when I asked to see inside his garden shed. Martin, his son, was out shopping with his mother, so Mr. Moore was happy to stand inside the shed and let me kneel down in front of him. "That's it, Danny," he said. "Keep sucking on my rigid stem." I looked up at the man and squeezed his hairless ball-sac. "Let's keep this to ourselves," he said. "There's no need to involve Martin ... Unless you've sucked his cock?" I shook my head as the man released his load into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, and then went back to lick his cock-head clean. "Wow! That was awesome, Danny," he said. "I must see you again. Any chance of visiting Lenton Wood in my car?" I smiled and nodded my head. ~ ~ ~ The following week was hectic. I took care of George and his friends on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. I then met Harry and Kevin on Thursday, and let Kevin fuck me twice. On Friday, Mr. Moore took me to Lenton Wood and fuck my brains out. I saw him again on Saturday, during my show in the back of Roy's car. "George has organised a party for next Saturday, Dan," Dave said, as we left Lenton Wood in Roy's car. "He says that you've been fucked by Kevin, so we can all have a piece of your arse now." "I can't wait," Roy said. "But first, get those clothes on before we reach the main road, Danny. I don't want to get nabbed with a naked boy in my car." "I don't mind being naked all the time, Roy," I laughed. "He's addicted to cock-sucking, Roy," Dave said, as he handed me my t-shirt and socks. "He'll be hooked on arse-fucking next, so roll on next Saturday." The two men laughed as I pulled my t-shirt on. I then saw Mr. Moore's car overtake us, on his way home from my show. It was then that I imagined Mr. Moore in the nude, telling me and his son to strip off and bend over. Without thinking, I casually put my hand inside my shorts and took hold of my growing cock. "Stop playing with your dick, boy." Dave said. "There's a time and place for everything, so keep a tight rein on your libido." "Libido?" I queried. "Sex drive," Roy replied. "We known your cock is ruling your head at the moment, but a word in the wrong place could sink us all." "So, think before you act," Dave said. "Not everyone out there is a cock lover." I didn't like being told to rein in my libido, but Dave and Roy explained, in some detail, why I should. "They did that to the boy," I said. "Lummy! That was harsh." "So remember, Dan," Dave said. "Think before you act." ~ ~ ~ "I saw them doing it in the park, in the bushes," Martin said. "Doing what?" I asked. "Playing with their willies, with their shorts and Y-fronts down. They didn't see me, but I saw them." "Who?" "Darren Finn and John Westmore. It looked like they were having a lot of fun." "Doing what?" I asked. "Stroking their stiff willies." "I saw them with a man last week," I lied. "They were on their knees in the bushes, sucking his willie." "Really!" Martin and I kept talking about the boys' cock-play in the bushes, with me upping the ante whenever I could, just to see how Martin would react to my imaginary revelations. I then remembered Dave's warning, "think before you act," so I ignored the growing bulge between Martin's legs and tried to change the subject. "Let him make the first move," I thought. "Wait for him to unbutton his flies." Martin did touch his crotch a couple of times, but his flies remained firmly buttoned up. My frustration was growing with every second that passed. I so wanted to drop to my knees and suck his cock. Luckily, another boy called us over, away from the bushes, and wanted to play hide-and-seek. After that close shave, I decided to keep away from my school friends and visit George's house more often. ~ ~ ~ Kevin and I became firm friends in front of his dad's cine camera. George's spare bedroom served as Harry's studio, with photofloods lighting up every corner of the room. Harry's camera was used to capture naked boys, usually in pairs, having fun on film. The boys would be seen stroking cock, sucking cock, and fucking arse. Two men were brave enough to be seen on film with the boys - Ralph and Toby were extroverts in their mid-20s. They were a couple, and adored having sex with horny schoolboys. Also, they were both super-fit and good-looking, and liked to be seen fucking boys on film. Mr. Gray, their house master, had groomed them at school, and began taking photographs of them in the 1950s. Ralph and Toby were spoilt toffs, with lots of time on their hands. They had joined George's circle and were hoping to take it over. George and his friends liked their enthusiasm for appearing on film with naked boys, but saw them as lazy parasites, with no seduction skills. The two men had lots of money, but wouldn't use it to invest in a proper studio for Harry. This friction between the lazy toffs and the hard-wanking boy-lovers was becoming tense, so less and less films were being made. "That wooden barn is still for rent," Harry said to Ralph. "It's way out in the sticks and perfect for humping youngsters." "Yeah," George said, as he playfully slapped my bare arse. "A naked Scout patrol would look good inside that old barn." "Spread his arse-cheeks, son," Harry said to Kevin. "Let Ralph see Danny's tight hole." "Work out a budget, George," Ralph said, as he casually fingered my arsehole. "If Toby and I can fuck a naked patrol, on a regular basis, then maybe the barn location would be worth the money." "We could get four or five cock-suckers in the barn on most Saturdays," Harry said. "Maybe more." "The more bums the better," Ralph said, as he push his cock deep into my hole. "And these two scamps must be on call every Saturday." "No problem," George said.