Date: Sun, 03 Mar 2024 15:05:01 +0000 From: Kevin Webster Subject: Tom, The Friendly Pensioner-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 at https://donate.nifty.org Gay / Adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/t - - - - - Tom, The Friendly Pensioner - Part 1 I was 13 years old when old Tom, a friendly pensioner, sat down beside me on the park bench and began chatting about the comic I was reading. The next day, I swapped my comic for his Dutch magazine - the name of which I can't remember - and that was the beginning of our friendship. Tom's magazine was full of black and white pictures of naked men and women having sex. Eventually, after a few days, Tom opened my comic and put it over my crotch, to hide our daily playtimes. Tom wanked me off on a regular basis until the summer holidays. During the summer holidays, Tom introduced me to Iain, the local park keeper. Iain and Tom then invited me into the parkie's hut and fucked me for hours on end. Of course, Iain kept me naked in the hut for hours on end, and lots of men came by to suck my cock and fuck my arse. So, that's how I became the parkie's bum-boy in 1962. ~ ~ ~ I spent many an hour in that hut, and sucked off lots of horny men. Iain and Tom kept me busy on Saturdays and Sundays, because I was free to do most things on my own at weekends - my parents weren't that bothered about where I was. They just thought I was playing with my friends in the park, and so I was in a funny kinda way. One Sunday, after church, I was stripped naked and gang-banged by three men in a lorry. The lorry was parked up in a side road behind the park. A double mattress covered the storage area in the back and I was humped for hours by Frank, Jim and Ken. I couldn't walk properly for days after that session. My gait took a long time to get back to normal. The men had fucked me up hills and down dales, and wanted me to visit the lorry again. "It's always parked up in Westbrook Road," said Ken. "So, be here next Sunday," said Frank, "and get your arsehole filled with spunk." Jim laughed as he opened the back doors. I jumped down and the doors slammed shut behind me. ~ ~ ~ "They're bum-bandits, Kev," said Andy, a fellow bum-boy from school. "They wait for Iain and Tom to recruit a new boy, then they take him off to the lorry. I've been fucked in the back of that lorry many times. I couldn't walk straight for four days after my first visit." "Yes," I said. "They really know how to leave a memorable impression." Andy and I laughed as we entered Mr. Webb's classroom. I couldn't concentrate that afternoon, so I sat at my desk and visualised being fucked by The Three Musketeers. Frank liked to fuck me on my left side. He usually put his hand over my mouth and moved me around the mattress clockwise. Jim liked to lay out flat on the mattress and let me bounce up and down on his rigid stem. Ken liked to fuck me on my right side. He would choke off my breathing and fuck me hard. I nearly blacked out as he pumped me full of spunk. The double-penetration romps (anal and oral) were never dull. The extra cock helped add some spice to the rotation mode. I usually took the third load anally. Andy really made a fuss when he was being watched. He liked being watched by another bum-boy as the three men pumped him full of spunk. He even asked me to fuck him on one occasion.