Date: Sun, 03 Feb 2019 11:51:19 +0000
From: smudgesmiff <smudgesmiff@protonmail.com>
Subject: THE SCHOOLBOY ACT

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THE SCHOOLBOY ACT

I am not going to go into too much detail about how I got around to
publishing this but here is an introduction. I will explain more as time
goes on.

I am from outside of London (England). If I use any strange terminology I
will explain at that point.

My name is Max, just Max. My real name is Mark my father is called Marco
who is from Italian stock. There was some confusion during conversations
when I was younger with Mark and Marco so I was always addressed as
Max. You try and work it out.  Anyway, I am stuck with it and happy with
it.

I am just shy of 14yrs and 6 months, around 8 stone (112lbs), 5'3" (160cm)
tall. I have a slight all over tan complexion (my dad's heritage). Looks:
My mum says I am a handsome boy so I will leave it at that, I am quite
slim, not over muscular, blue eyes and a mop of collar length brown
hair. To sum myself up, I think what I see in the mirror I like, as do many
others as I will reveal.

My dad and mum are the same ages 35. They are both great. I am an only
child so, yes, I do get spoiled a little. We are very liberal and from my
being a baby we have been naturists. It is not rare for us to stroll around
the house naked. Not intentionally, it just sometimes never crosses our
minds to put something on. We all have great bodies so nothing to be
ashamed of and it is not something we really notice.

When I turned 14 there was a change in the mood around the house. Mum and
dad both lost their jobs at the same time and seemed to be
struggling. Eventually they both got part time work which just about paid
the bills. I looked for a job but nobody was looking for a 14 year old part
timer.

One day I was looking at a notice board in our local shopping centre
(mall). YOUNG PERSON WANTED. Assistant wanted to: MAKE THE MAGIC HAPPEN!
Good money for the right applicant. Call Mobile *******.  Even better was
the fact that it had the current date on it. I called and my call was
answered by a youngish sounding man. After a short exchange he told me to
stay where I was and he would meet me to have a chat. At least we were
going to meet in a public place. I would learn later that I had not been
the first person to call him. He had been standing just a short distance
away and it was just a matter of selecting the person who looked suitable
for him.

I jumped when a male voice said hello Max. When I turned around there stood
a man around my dad's age.  5'8, slim, blue skinny jeans, white tight
fitting tee, close cropped hair and full beard to match. Two things struck
me. His deep brown eyes and the amazing fragrance of his cologne. I just
stared and felt my heart race and my knees buckle.

I had always known I was Bisexual. There were a few boys and girls I had
designs on at school but never dared to make an approach. I had never
thought of or had feelings toward an adult before. I know I was attractive
to men and women which had been all too obvious at the nudist camps that we
had as a family attended.

To cut a long story short. I was to become the entertainment for a vast
array of adults from many walks of life. Within two weeks I had fallen
deeply for Andy. He introduced me to the world of man/boy sex.  When he
offered me the job? He came home with me and met my parents who took an
instant shine to him. I was to be his assistant and would be paid according
to the performances I did. I would be working almost every Friday or
Saturday. Andy would collect me on Friday evening and return me home on
Sunday. I left the room while they discussed things in more detail and what
wages I would earn. And so it came about that on the second weekend I
stayed with Andy I gave him my virginity. I was in love.

I will now describe the different scenarios I became involved in. The
outcome when I bring you up to date may surprise you.

Anyone reading this that believes that underage sex does not exist is very
much mistaken. It is also a myth that young people do not take part
voluntarily. They do take part because they enjoy it. If it were not for
boys like me then serious sex offences would be more prevalent. Boys like
me keep it off of the streets.

Andy would brief me on the scenario I was to undertake along with some sort
of script as a guide. Sometimes I would arrive at the venue and directed as
to what to wear and do. Most times Andy would acquire any clothes/uniform
that I had to arrive in along with the role play. I never had to do
anything that I felt uncomfortable about. Nobody was allowed to physically
fuck me, ever. Nobody was allowed to go beyond the limits that I was happy
with in regard to pain/punishment. Stop meant Stop!

The Schoolboy

My very first job was not too difficult. I was going to basically play what
I was. A schoolboy. Venues were always out in the suburbs and countryside
and mainly detached properties unless the participants were part of the
scene. Andy would back the delivery van (our disguise) to the garage or
side door of the property. I would get out and wait until Andy pulled away
before knocking or ringing the doorbell.

I was nervous. I watched the van drive away as my finger pushed the door
bell. It was only seconds before the door opened. It seemed like an age as
the fat, bald man dressed in teachers gowns studied me from head to toe. I
looked quite smart in my grey polo shirt with its fictitious school badge
on the breast, the hem of which just reached the waistband of my long black
trousers that were straight cut with a little clip flap above the four
button fly. Two hip pockets curved over my tight little bum. Oddly there
were no side pockets. On my feet I wore white ankle socks with black gym
shoes. To complete the schoolboy look. Andy had gelled and combed my hair
with a side parting and the front combed back in a wave. The final touch
was a very pale rouge lipstick. I had felt my own six inches of boy cock
twitch when I saw myself in the mirror.

"Well boy!" Mr Black had said in a quiet yet commanding voice. He placed a
hand on my shoulder and guided me into the bungalow. Through an untidy
kitchen. He guided me ahead of him until I was directed through a door into
a lounge. Two more teachers? Were sat in their gowns on a sofa. The only
furniture in the room was the sofa and two big, matching, heavy leather
armchairs with thick rolling arms and a long, low two drawer coffee
table. They were introduced as Mr Green and Mr White.

What struck me straight away was that all three were barelegged and
barefoot. They were also shirtless. I was to find out that they were all
naked under the gowns. Mr White looked short and wiry, sunken eyes and thin
strands of swept back hair. Mr Green looked to be a lot younger. Tall,
slim, a full head of fair curly hair. He had a nasty smirk on his face.

All of them had a drink on the table which they nervously took sips of. Mr
Black lowered his large frame into the armchair to my left.  Mr Black then
indicated for me to move closer to him. When I did it started.

All of them began commenting on me. Saying all sorts of lewd things. Can't
wait to see him naked, look at those lips, what a nice tight boy bum I had,
I bet he has a nice cock and balls on him. All of this and more was getting
me hard and I knew it was showing in the front of my trousers.  I was told
to stand with my feet apart with hands by my sides. Mr Black's stubby
fingers began to rub my cock and balls. While he was doing that, the taller
Mr Green stood up and pulled my polo shirt off over my head and discarded
it onto the floor beside me. My nipples pressed through the thin white vest
I was wearing. Andy had been the only man to have kissed me. Mr Green
started to play gently with my nipples; with that and the ever probing
fingers on my boy parts I let out involuntary little gasps. Mr Green
pressed his lips to mine and probed mine with his tongue. As if it was
natural I parted my lips and allowed his tongue to press between them. Mr
White must have moved along the sofa because I now felt another pair of
hands running up and down my legs and over my boy bum. Fingers were hooked
into the back pockets trying to pull them down. Someone started to unfasten
my trousers. The more they tried to undo the buttons the more pressure they
put on my hard cock. I knew I must be leaking pre cum into the white school
briefs that I had on.

Someone removed my gym shoes and socks and tossed them onto the polo
shirt. My trousers were undone and eased down my legs and off to join the
growing pile on the floor. Mr Green had turned his attention to tonguing my
ears and kissing my neck. I managed a glance downwards to see myself clad
in only my white vest and white underpants. Mr Green pulled my vest up to
display my naked, flat stomach while two pairs of hands now began massaging
all over my pants, pulling and probing, their fingers slipped up inside the
legs. Mr White was now kissing me. All of a sudden I felt my vest and being
pulled off. Hands were all over my slim, nearly naked body which was being
pulled and squeezed in all directions.  Mr White's lips stifled my high
pitched moans when a hand grasped my hard cock through my underpants and
started wanking it. I came hard, I must have cum so much that my underpants
were soaked at the front. The discomfort of the wet material dragging over
my tender glans only induced even more screams from me.

I was made to stand with my legs apart so that they could all watch me come
down from my high. They told me what a dirty little boy I was for letting
them play with my body and letting them wank me off. They told me to look
at the mess I had made of my underpants and that I would need to be
punished.

Still wearing my underpants I was draped over Mr Black's knees and given
six swift smacks to my tight bum. The other two teachers had opened their
robes and were wanking their hard cocks as they looked on.  I was made to
move long their legs until my face was level with Mr Green's cock. He was
on the end and so my own cock was right above Mr White's and it pressed
into mine. My underpants were pulled down my legs as my mouth was guided
over the head of Mr Green's throbbing cock which started to slip in and out
of my mouth.

Someone had pulled my hands up my back and held them in place as my back
and legs were stroked and massaged. All three men were making comments
about me now that I was naked. I tried to gasp when someone pulled my cock
and my balls back between my legs. They pulled my foreskin back and started
molesting me causing me to squirm. More hands massaged my now naked bum
cheeks and my sides, they then searched for my nipples before sliding back
down my naked body.

Mr Green now had me licking the length of his cock from the slit down to
his balls. Each time I got to his balls he held my head in place telling me
to suck on them. The treatment my cock and body were getting made me cum
again, drawing lots of oohs and ahhhs from all three men. Their playing
with my naked body didn't stop. Then I felt my bum cheeks being pulled
apart to expose my pink boy hole. As soon as a finger tip started to
scratch it and probe it I let out a huge muffled scream. My scream and
predicament sent Mr Green over the edge. He thrust his cock into the back
of my throat and unloaded his cum into me. I struggled to breathe through
my nose as he pressed my head down pushing the cock down into my gullet. I
remember being thankful for Andy's training.

I was exhausted but the three men were not giving up. I was forced to kneel
and to suck and lick Mr Black and Mr Whites throbbing cocks. While they
wanked themselves and slapped my face. They pushed my head back by my hair
and made me look at them in turn until finally they both coated my face
with their cum.

All three of them sat naked on the sofa. I was made to sit on the coffee
table, legs apart and wank my cock while I caressed my own sweaty body. My
face was still dripping with their cum. I was then instructed to keep
playing with myself and kneel up on the table knees apart with my head down
and bum pushed out and up. They told me that to finish they were going to
cane me for being such a dirty little pupil. Not hard but enough to
sting. I was allowed to stop wanking myself while they each caned me six
times. My last task was to be finger fucked in turn by them all until I
made myself cum and they had all cum over my bum cheeks. I endured the
finger fucking for a full 15 minutes. It was only when I heard their groans
and felt their warm cum drop and run between my bum cheeks that I came
hard. Without being allowed to clean up I was made to put my uniform on.

It seemed like an age that I stood by the kitchen door being kissed and
molested by the three naked men. It seemed to give them a thrill as they
massaged the cum under my clothes into my school uniform.

Eventually Andy pulled the van up outside and we left. It was all he could
do to control the van as I described in detail what the men had made me
do. When we arrived home Andy stripped me and put the uniform in the
washing machine. Before I showered he had me on all fours on the floor of
the lounge. I had to tell him again what they had done to me while he
examined the marks of the cane on my boy arse with his finger tips.  He
told me to pull my bum cheeks apart. I heard his belt click open then his
zipper. He loved to fuck his boy as he listened to him retell what the
three men did with hm.

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