Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2024 07:34:33 +0000 From: Stewart Clark Subject: When Stewart Met Rob-1 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys. Read no further if you are under the age of 18 or offended by such material. Please donate to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org to keep this site up and running. Gay - Adult-youth: M+/t, oral, anal - - - - - When Stewart Met Rob - Part 1 I had my willie out in the park bushes. I was still "it" but I needed to pee. My 'hide and seek' friends were over by the fountain, so they couldn't see me relieving myself - the bushes were all around me. "Keep it out, boy," said the man who came up behind me. "No one can see you fiddling with your willie, except us two." "I'm peeing, not fiddling," I said, as my face went bright red. "I just got caught short, that's all." "Keep your voice down, boy," he said, as his hand took over from mine. "I can't see no pee, so you must be fiddling." "What's that on the ground then?" I said, as the man began to stroke my cock. Our argument continued for several minutes, while I stood there and was wanked off by the man. "Lummy! I'm coming," I said. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" Jets of spunk hit the bushes in front of me. "Good effort, boy," he said. "I've got a tissue here somewhere." I kinda liked being wanked off in the bushes by a stranger, but being 13 years old I knew it was totally wrong. It was 1962, so this sort of thing was illegal. However, I still liked it. The man was tall and thin, and looked to be in his late 30s. He cleaned me up with the tissue and told me to button up my flies. "We came in the same way," he said, "but we leave east and west, okay?" I nodded my head and waited for him to leave the bushes. "There he is," shouted Danny, as he spotted me by the bushes. "Don't let him get away again." ~ ~ ~ I stood by the fountain the next day. My friends were nowhere to be seen - I think they were down by the canal. I looked over to the bushes but no one was there. Then suddenly, the man appeared beside me. "You're here early, boy," he said. "Fancy another wank in the bushes?" I smiled and nodded my head. "Okay," he said. "I'll follow you in." ~ ~ ~ After that day, Rob and I spent hours in the bushes during the summer holidays. He sucked my cock and made it really stiff. He then bent me over and fucked my tight arsehole - I couldn't walk properly for hours after that first fuck, so I stayed away from the park for a few days. When I returned, Rob introduced me to Frank and Sid. They were very pleased to meet me and showed me their box van. The van stood outside the park gates in Sedgemoor Road, so I spent a lot of time on a mattress in the back. All three men took their time fucking my arsehole as they drank beer and smoked joints between fucks. Frank and Sid were around the same age as Rob, so they could keep it up for ages. My sore hole needed a lot of hot baths to cope. Thankfully, after the summer holidays, I only visited the van on Saturdays. Rob introduced me to his friends during the afternoons, and I only got a 10 bob note as payment. The money went on comics and sweets, so I didn't complain. ~ ~ ~ The van wasn't there one Saturday lunchtime. "The rozzers had it towed away on Monday," said Rob, as he came up behind me. "Frank said the van had been stolen months ago, so he couldn't be blamed. The rozzers opened the van up and found the mattress and a dozen beer bottles. The park keeper said Frank and Sid had been seen nearby, but that allegation was refuted." "Lucky they didn't open the van last Saturday afternoon," I said. "I was naked inside with a cock in my mouth and another up my arse." Rob laughed and led me into the park. "So, now the van's in the pound," said Rob, "we need a new place to meet." An old workshop in Selby Road became our "new place to meet." The place had been refurbished and turned into a large office, with three desks, chairs and a photocopier. Rob set the place up as a teacher/student get together. The teacher would slowly strip the student naked, bend him over a desk and fuck his brains out." This set up had three students in the class: Kevin, Simon and myself. We were all 13 years old and ultra-horny. Frank, Rob and Sid fucked us first, then after a long break, the office was opened up for the other "teachers." ~ ~ ~ Mr. Curtice, a real life teacher, turned me off the Selby Road arrangement a few weeks later. He used a wooden paddle to hit me across the arse as I bent over the desk. I didn't say anything to Rob, I just stopped going to the office in Selby Road. In fact, I stayed away from Rob and the park altogether. "Where have you been hiding?" asked Kevin, when he saw me on the bus. "Rob's been looking all over." "Been sick," I lied. "I think I caught something off that teacher, Mr. Curtice." "He's gone off to pastures new, so he's been replaced." "That's good to know," I said. ~ ~ ~ A week later, I was back in the Selby Road office. The new man was a lot better than Mr. Curtice, so I bent over the desk with glee. "That's it, boy," he said. "Spread those legs and get ready for a poke." "The last guy scared Stewart off," said Rob. "He was way too harsh, so he had to go. Ain't that right, Stewart?" "Yes," I replied, as the new man fucked me.